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plentyoffandoms · 2 months

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: choking. P in v. Unprotected sex. Mentions female oral. Blacking out. Mentions female masturbation, but nothing crazy

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @vanityangel 2nd gif @d-moloney

Requested by @hooks-martin. Hope you like it

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Christian - Carmelo Hayes ☆ Lea - Kelani Jordan

I knew something was going on between Christian and Lea before he decided to leave me for her. I watched from the sidelines as their relationship blossomed.

I didn't care in the beginning that they were becoming friends. I didn't want to seem like that type of woman, not allowing my man to have female friends. I mean, I had male friends, and Christian seemed to be okay with it.

But then he started to cancel on date night with me. His texts took longer and longer to get back to me until I was calling him.

He sounded out of breath as he handed the phone, saying that he was training. Deep down inside, I knew he was lying, but we had been together for years and have just started to plan our wedding.

Looking back on it now, I am happy that he kept pushing the wedding date. Made things a bit simpler after I came to our shared home and found him packing his stuff.

It was at that moment that he told me he was leaving me for Lea.

I should have been more hurt than what I was feeling at that moment, but I knew I was somewhat prepared for this to happen.

I just didn't have the heart to end it myself, and after months of them sneaking around, I was waiting for this day to come.

It was that moment I knew my life was going to change and that I was the one who needed to make it change.

We sold the house, each of us getting half. I moved into a beautiful apartment and started my life all over again.

Which included leaving NXT and joining NJPW. I was hardly being utilised in NXT. I would have a match here and there, but I was always in Christian's corner.

After joining NJPW, I had a match within a week of starting, and it lasted longer than 2 minutes.

But then the media got a hold of what happened between Christian, myself, and Lea. Even during meet and greets, I had fans starting to ask me about what happened.

It all was becoming too much.

That was until Dan, from his table next to mine, told them to stop asking. Get the photo and autograph and leave.

It was that moment that I knew our friendship would grow, and I was right. After that event, the two of us went out to dinner, and we got to know one another.

I always knew of Dan. We met here and there in the past, but only in passing.

Dan seemed to become my rock through all of this when social media became too much to handle. He suggested I take a break from it, which I am glad I did. He told me he takes a break because if not, he feels like he is always at the beck-and-call of the fans, reporters, and bloggers.

Sometimes, just reading bullshit that someone made up about you can start to get to you and bring you down.

He put his arm around my shoulder and kissed the side of my head, just like he had done for a bit now, but this time, it felt different. My heart started to beat faster, and my face felt like it was heating up.

I was disappointed when he let me go, and I at that moment, when he smiled at me, I knew I fell for him, and fast.

Fuck.

'I didn't need this.' I thought to myself at that moment. Not when my life was just getting back on the right track. After just moving on from Christian.

So I pushed my feelings aside, hoping that if I convinced myself enough that I do not like Dan, then my heart and mind would believe me.

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Which did not work.

I found myself thinking of Dan as I lay in bed, my hand between my thighs as I cry out his name as I bring myself to orgasm at the though of him wrapping his hand around my throat, as he fucked me into the mattress.

I decided then and there I had to avoid him. That I needed to put some space between the two of us.

I bailed on pre-made plans. I told him that I was busy when he asked me to do something.

His texts became fewer, and fewer until they stopped. I knew I ruined our friendship, and I hate that I do that, but I knew it was the best thing to do.

That was until it was almost midnight, and I found him outside my door, demanding he be let in.

I didn't want the neighbours to complain, so I let him in. I wondered why I didn't cover myself up before I answered the door.

"Did I do something wrong?" He finally asked me, as he stood in front of me, as I sat down on the edge of the bed.

"No, look, Dan. It is all me."

"Do not give me that BS."

"I'm not. Really." I was looking at my nails, the wall, anyone but him.

"Then how come you can't look at me? How come he bailed on all of our plans? It has to be me. Now tell me what I did wrong so we can fix this."

"I like you." I blurted out. Hatin that he is feeling like this. Like this is all his fault.

"Well, I like you too."

"I know you like me as a friend, but I started to develop feelings for you."

"More than just a friend love. I've liked you since I met you all those years ago, but you were with Christian."

My brain seemed to short-circuit as he grabbed my hand and pulled me up off the bed, and kissed me gently on the lips.

The kiss deepened. After wanting this for so long, I pulled my lips back to catch my breath, but with the look in his eyes, I whimpered.

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"There it is. One more. Give me one fucking more." Followed with the sound of his palm making contact with my ass cheek once more as he fucked into me from behind.

His other hand was pushing my head into the mattress as he fucked me as hard as he could. Dan has already made me cum, I believe five times.

The first two were with his fingers and mouth as he ate me out like I was his last meal on earth.

He fucked the other three out of me, and he never let up. He fucked me though each orgasm, and demanding now that I give him a sixth one.

He pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back, grabbing my legs and placing them over his shoulders, folding me in half as he slammed back into me, making me weakly moan.

"One more love. I know this pussy can give me one more." He growled as he slammed his lips against mine. I could still taste me on his lips.

I groaned into the kiss, which seemed to make him fuck me harder, if that was even possible.

He was muttering against my, "One more baby. Need to feel you squeeze me once more."

"Choke me." I muttered back. He stilled and pulled his lips away.

"Choke, ya? Shit, that is hot."

He placed his hand on my throat, and started to fuck me at a much slower pace, but the moment he started to squeeze my throat, I was done for.

My mouth fell open, and my eyes rolled back into my head as I came hard. I came so hard, I blacked out for a moment.

I came to just watch him pull out and jerk himself onto my stomach. Watching as the ropes of cum landed on my body.

My body was aching, and he was trying to catch his breath.

"Fuck. Want to take a bath?"

I nodded my head yes, as a bath sounded nice.

"But I will need you to carry me. My legs feel like jelly."

The smug bastard smiled at me as he lifted me in his arms, laughing at the fact that I could not stand on my own just yet.

"Fucked you that good huh."

"Oh shush." Was all I said as he lowered me into the tube, and him joining right behind me.

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yuu-kumeii · 10 months

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"Kitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—"

Your voice drawls out his name in a long whine, distress evident from the way you graciously wailed through the speaker of his phone.

"What is it, love?" He asks on the other side, seeming a lot more put together than you are. No surprise there, Kita always seems to have everything under control.

"I can't studyyyyyy, everything is so distracting and it's so hot today! I can't do this," You cry, accompanied by loud thud of your hand hitting your bed, telling Kita more than he needs to know about your current state.

With finals right around the corner, it's not surprising that you and Kita haven't been going out as much. Though you tend to start studying a day before the exams —which only happened because you just forget how to study properly—, your very diligent boyfriend starts a week before. Meaning that while you're free for the week, Kita is not and clearly it had an effect on you. Because instead of studying like a responsible person, you're getting distracted by everything that never bothered you before.

But Kita isn't phased in the slightest, "And your first thought was to call me?" He lets out an amused sigh with a hidden but endeared smile, your first thought has always been to call him first.

Whether it be to tell him about this super amazing thing you saw or to proudly announce that you bragged about him to your friends —for the 50th time and still counting—. Maybe that's why he's always so eager to come at your beck and call, it's one of the ways he can repay you.

"Yeah so..!? I'm not allowed to tell my own boyfriend about my struggles?" You say back, lifting your head to properly face the device in your hands. Knowing that he can't see your little bitter pout but it doesn't take away from the effect you had on him, even through the screen.

Kita lets out a soft sigh, filled with amusement. It's so easy to fluster you whenever you get like this, always asking for him and denying any semblance of clinginess when questioned.

"Well, since you told me all about your hardships, why don't I help ya?" His suggestion immediately brightens your mood, not because it would help you study. But because it would help your boredom and you just like his company in general, such devious intentions you have there indeed.

"Really!? Yes please help me!" You drawl excitedly, enthusiasm already oozing through the screen.

"Good, because I'm already outside"

Huh.

He's.

What.

Immediately breaking into a mad dash downstairs towards the front door, flinging it open to reveal your boyfriend in all his average glory. Phone still pressed to his ear much like yours, his smile softens at your shock.

"Hi," His voice pierces through your clouded head, making you fumble a bit at his abrupt greeting.

"Hi...." The only thing you could dare to say back.

Your breath hitched after staring for a good second, eyes already showing your adoration for him the longer they linger. Everything stopped and took a step back, Kita only looks on with genuine uncertainty at your gaze.

That is until you suddenly tackle him with all your might, almost making both of you —and the totebag he had— topple over in a pile. Thankfully Kita was used to it enough so he barely moved an inch, even though a little more force would've tipped him over. It's the volleyball captain's experience at work there. You couldn't contain yourself once you let it out, squeals of delight escape from you.

Legs locked on his hips, face deep into the crook of his neck. You were softlocked on him and he can't do anything about other than supporting you with an arm under your bum, freeing the other one to close your front door.

Thank goodness your neighborhood was rather empty that day because if anyone you knew saw, both of you would be in for a nightmare of teasing. Not that it was a bad thing, people knowing you're dating, it's just a certain group that you'd rather keep in the dark. Because as much as you love them, they'll be even more insufferable when they have something to use against you.

But that's besides the point, Kita is finally with you in these trying times and you couldn't be happier. Still locked onto him koala style as he made his way upstairs and into your room, making sure to lock your door before anything.

Finally making it to your room where he immediately attempts to dump you on your bed, gently of course he can't afford to lose his perfect boyfriend award now can he? Not that he knows about it... Yet.

He quickly takes out a few textbooks from his bag, "Any subjects you're really struggling with?" Kita asks, rummaging through his bag for some notebooks.

"...Everything...? I mean— except japanese literature of course!" You quickly defend yourself when Kita's expression shows that he was not amused, "...But everything else is kinda hard..." You finish, fiddling your thumbs in shame for your academic catastrophe.

"You're in luck, because I happen to bring books on all the subjects we have this year, " Kita turns to you, lifting up a notebook with the words 'Test pointers' neatly written on it.

"Something tells me you wrote that just in case I needed help..." You trail off, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.

"Close, it's actually for Miya" Kita sighs, silent disappointment just oozing out of him.

"JUST Miya? Like it's for Atsumu right?"

Kita nods, satisfying your sudden curiosity. But then, a sudden thought pops into your head.

"Does this mean you think I'm as hopeless as Atsumu in terms of studying?" You stare down at your hands, like someone whose world view was shattered before their eyes. This realisation has opened your eyes to the reality of the logical chances at your scores being as good as you want them to be. Was every good score just pure luck? Was it all—

THUD—

"A—"

Something hit the top of your head gently, stopping your train of thought. Looking up, you see a rolled up notebook resting on the crown of your head. Your boyfriend being the culprit and his face is DEFINITELY not amused.

"Stop your panickin', you know that's not true"

"How did you know... "

"It was written all over your face, sweetheart" A smile making its way onto Kita's face, oh so he is amused.

But the fun always has to end just when it's getting good, you did ask for some study help and you're gonna get it (unfortunately with the study part). It might as well be the end of you too.

"Now, what do you wanna start with first?" Kita says, eyes already looking through the notebook for practice questions. His switch clearly catches you off guard judging by your dumbfounded expression.

"Mmmmath...??" You squint your eyes as you answer him, looking away to avoid his gaze at your unsure answer. You just don't want to start studying.

"Alright, then we'll start with integral calculus then" Your boyfriend moves to take out a very thick textbook out, it's so thick it makes you nervous despite the fact that you also have that book. Speaking of which, isn't that book in your drawer? Or did you leave it in your locker? Actually nevermind, you have to focus.

Kita hands you a pen and paper, "You ready?" He asks you, eyes both stern and reassuring.

You quickly take them, setting it down on the foldable table you had laying on your bed, "I think I am" Great answer, you sounded so sure of yourself, [Y/N].

This is gonna be one long study session, but that's ok. Kita didn't mind the 4 other times you called him asking for help this week, you'll be just fine.

#「★ It's showtime! ★」#haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #shinsuke kita x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyu x female reader #kita x reader #kita fluff #This has been in my notes for some time now #I started this during my exams which was well over a month ago omg 😭#While we're here another one of my friends agreed to be a beta reader :D #I also got my first rq so I'll start doing that when I get the inspiration bc I alr have the flow all figured out #I want Kita to help me remember how to study 🥺

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lolitastories · 5 months

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Helpless

Description: She worked as a lawyer in New York until she received a phone call from the man she owes her career to. She knew she would be back and what she was in for but what she didn’t know is that her life would change even more than she imagined.

Part 3

Chapter 2

“I need you to get this whole reporter thing situated. Jamie will still be working but only when I say so. He will stay in the bunkhouse until then working on himself” After Jamie’s suicide attempt John told him to rebuild himself, he didn’t feel like losing another child of his. “Also check up on Cassidy and Beth” I nod getting up. I walk out his office and out the front door. It was only 8 in the morning and I could just fall down and take a long nap. The whole ranch was alive. I look to my left and see the cowboys doing whatever they do with the cattle. I have met some of the cowboys here, such as Ryan, Lloyd, Jimmy, and Colby. Not really a fan of the whole ranch life but seeing them passionate and happy here is a bit liberating. Back home it was a small town and I call it the inbetween. We didn’t have large lands with farm animals or cowboys but we also didn’t have what cities do. You could go from a quiet neighborhood with a decent amount of land to a 10 minute drive down to city hall where bars and tourists danced around until curfew. The inbetween.

“Ready for that horse riding lesson?” My gaze left the cowboys and moved over to rip putting on his gloves.

“Give me another 6 years and i’ll let you know” He chuckles walking up beside me to give me a side hug but leaving him around my shoulders.

“Have to get rid of the fear if you are going to stay around here, you know horses can feel whatever you are feeling” I shake my head with a smile

“You’re horse must have a lot of anger and entitlement” I hear Lloyd laugh from close by. “Has he been acting better?” Lloyd gives me a hurt look

“I could never talk about the boss like that” The laugh that leaves me is only cut short when I catch Kayce in the corner of my eye. He pulls the horse in the secluded section. A little boy stands by watching him as the horse starts bucking but soon enough the horse settles and runs along the ring.

“That his son, Tate” I only nod. “And that's his soon to be ex wife” I look over at the tan, thin, black haired woman walking up to the fence. “Have you been helping with his divorce?” I look up seeing a grin on his face.

“Rip Rip Rip.” I shake my head again removing his arm and walking closer to him and whispering since I don’t want anyone else to hear.

“I think you should be focused on your love life which needs the most help than anyone else's plus, you know I don’t talk about my cases unless John says so '' I wave him goodbye and turn to do the same with the cowboys. I had a long morning ahead of me and I can tell you it will be an even longer afternoon.

I went over to the office and got familiar with everything going with Sarah Nguyen. The report states the cause of death was drowning which was nothing new here. The problem will be if anything shows in her body as signs it wasn’t drowning that killed her. There has been a test of what I would do for this family and this was truly the worst. Everybody is shown right from wrong from a young age. I know it's wrong to help cover this up, for god sake I devote myself to tell the truth under oath and if this goes to court rooms I will bend myself over backwards to stand loyal. Now to stop that from happening I need to make sure Jamie’s name is nowhere connected to hers. She hadn’t published anything but I can count on her talking to people close to her about what she was writing about. I have to check up on that and the notes she surely has on the interview. The next thing wasn’t something I could do alone. Beth was attacked and the men were taken care of. It has been a hassle to shut down anything being said but so far we have done a good job. Not only does the Beck brothers have hands on this but they also found out they had to do with the whole cattle situation. I recently found out about the plane they kept. Now it was up to Kayce and the association to use that and if they need help I will step in. I look at my clock after finally getting something to eat and see it hit 2.

“Miss Reid is waiting to hear from you” My assistant said, walking through the door holding my phone.

“Make a call down to Dutton’s phone company and get Jamie's phone transfer started. Make a damage/lost claim and tell them I will be by there in an hour” She nods handing me the phone “Miss Reid”

“Y/L/N” I met Cassidy once. When she was trusted as attorney general. “John gave me a call this morning to let me know you would be stopping by” I fake chuckle. Not that I didn’t like her but something was off and I had a hard time trusting some people.

“Of course. I wasn’t going to go around him but I thought there was really no real reason to bother you since you must be busy with the new job.”

“Oh and what hectic can it be” She laughs

“Am sure, listen we could plan to get drinks because I am sure we will spend some time together soon enough, unless you have something to discuss with me?”

“Drinks sounds great right now but you’re right we have to schedule it for some other time. At this moment everything is handled although I do have something to pick with you” Ok. “It has nothing to do with the job or John but it's something personal that we can discuss this Wednesday?”

“Is it a morning drink situation or afternoon?” I pull out a sticky note.

“A late evening” I was surprised to hear that from her.

“How’s 7?

“I’ll text you the location”

“See you then” We exchange goodbyes and I hang

up the phone. I get up grabbing my things and heading out my office door. “Set this up for wednesday. Do you have the paperwork on Kayce and Monica’s divorce?”

“The paperwork hasn’t been sent from court.” I I almost faceplant myself on her desk.

“I’ll take care of it. What did they say about the phone?”

“They will have it there waiting in an hour” I thankher telling her I would be leaving for the day.

“You can go home early” I say leaving the doors. Now I have to spend the rest of my afternoon in court waiting on papers. It should be fast but what Jennifer didn’t listen to when I told her to file the papers was that she was supposed to file them with the reservation. I know I should have checked up on the paperwork sooner but I know they usually take a while so I didn’t bother. I waited the process and rushed over to the store to get Jamie’s phone before going back to the office.

“Your assistant wasn’t answering her phone” I looked over my shoulder to see Beth walking up.

“And you couldn’t press another two buttons to call me?” She gave me an annoyed look while I unlocked the door for her.

“You don’t seem to pick up your phone either” I look down at it with the time stamp saying 6 and a miss call from Beth.

“Was in a reservation filing paperwork and staying to make the process faster” I motion to the file in my hand and throw it to the table.

“Have you eaten?” She asked softly, taking a seat.

“Yes mom”

“Don’t tempt me with grounding you, I could pass as your mother” I chuckle, leaning back and closing my eyes. Looking at her wasn’t easy, knowing what she went through and I know Beth wasn’t weak but what she went through wasn’t either. I can’t see the bruises she carries and not imagine those men beating her up. Or the way Rip limped this morning because of the bullets he received that night.

“That would make you 13 when you had me” I look over at her just staring at me.

“I would have made a hot teen mother” We laughed but soon enough it died down.

“What's in your head?” She gets up making herself a drink offering me one but I deny it. I was working late and I didn’t need it to make this night longer.

“My role in this family is to keep it together for the sake of my dad” I shake my head agreeing with her. She was doing all of this for him, I knew that. “Kayce is majorly helping with this but if anything goes wrong with this divorce” She was mainly talking about his son. “Than it could not only affect him, the farm but also my dad”

“I will make it happen”

“I know” She leans back into the chair taking thelast sip of her drink. “What I am saying is that if it makes it easier and cuts the time short then I will take care of the dirty work if you need it.” That was not necessary. I know I could do it.

“Of course Beth” I smile. She sets the cup down and I get up as she heads out the door.

“You don’t need to walk me out. I can take care of myself” She leaves with one last smile closing my office door. Of course I wasn’t listening to her. I walk out after hearing the main door close. I watch her get in her car and drive away safely. I let out a yawn preparing myself for more research and making sure I had everything set on Kayce’s divorce case. Monica had made it clear she wanted full custody and would only allow Tate to visit under her rules. Kayce wanted to pull the same fight but John suggested otherwise. They agreed to go with shared custody. Once I was done with enough for the day I packed everything up again and drove to the ranch. Getting in a late dinner, warm shower, and straight to my bed seemed like a perfect end to the night.

“Get into the car” I was walking up the stairs before releasing Kayce was behind me as he grabbed my things and placed them in the back of a truck. I look over to the driver's seat and see John. I didn’t ask any question as I got in or while we were heading to our destination.

“I just want you to observe and listen” I nod, getting out of the truck together. Officers surrounded the victim on the road. The sheriff approaches John as he is examining the body. It was an officer for Rainwater.

“Am not saying it was you but that it looks like you” It doesn’t sit well with John but knowing Donnie, he knows they are on the same page.

“You can turn around if you want” Kayce says next to me

“Shh” I shush him walking closer to the men speaking but not enough to catch their attention.

“Now we know who did it” Rainwater states looking over to the sheriff

“No evidence other than the bullet in his head”

“That halts construction” Rainwater says lastly, leaving Donnie and John talking. I hear their last words and how John says he's not fazed about an attempt from the Beck brothers. He walks over to Kayce and begins talking to him.

“Native?” I shake my head. “Mexican?” I look over confused at his words. “Am just curious on the kind of person you are”

“Why?” I turn my whole body towards his direction. “Because I am involved with the Dutton family and I should maybe be involved with other people?” I know who I was and what I stood for. Rainwater chuckles a bit, looks behind me and then at me again.

“I’d like to pick your brain someday, if that's okay with you?” I nod. He extends his hand and I shake it before departing towards the Duttons. Kayce looking at Rainwater walks away and I ignore his stare getting into the car. We arrive and I walk directly to the kitchen.

“Do you want a drink now?” I look up from leaning against the island.

“No” I said a little too coldly before taking a cup.

“What are you, 8?” I laugh while finishing pouring milk into my cup.

“I wish” I whisper while walking over to her and we take a seat in the living room.

“What do you have in your agenda tomorrow?”

“Sitting down with Monica and Kayce and following up on a couple other things but I should be free until 10 and finish around lunch time”

“Want to go out tonight?” I haven’t gone out in a while. What could happen?

#yellowstone #kayce dutton #kayce dutton smut #john dutton #tate dutton #jamie dutton #beth dutton #rip wheeler #dutton #y/n #y/n l/n #reader

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hefellfordean · 1 year

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love is only a feeling

hi friends, i wrote a lil tomgreg fic to go with the new episode! read it on ao3

It’s barely light outside when Tom leaves. A part of him wants to stay on that bed with Shiv forever, the two of them lying in the wreckage of their marriage, in the ruins they made of each other’s hearts. But at some point during the night Shiv let go of his hand, rolled over and curled herself up with her back to him. And he knew then that even though he wasn’t ready to let go of everything that being married meant, she already had.

So in the cold, grey morning light Tom dresses quietly enough to not wake Shiv, then he gets Mondale from his pen in the living room and goes for a walk.

There’s a dog park only a few blocks over, one of the reasons Tom had wanted this apartment, and Mondale automatically heads for it, Tom following behind him almost robotically. Once in the park, Tom lets the ecstatic dog off his leash and huddles on a bench, ignoring the curious looks he’s getting from the early morning dog walkers and joggers.

He’s calling Greg before he even knows what he’s doing, phone clutched so tightly he’s worried it might shatter. It’s stupid, it’s not even 5 am, and there’s no way Greg will even…

“Tom?”

Greg sounds tired but not annoyed, he rarely gets annoyed at Tom anymore. He doesn’t have much reason to, Tom gives him everything he asks for. Greg has his own army of assistants and is no longer at Tom’s beck and call the same way he was before. They’re sort of… friends now. They get drinks after work and Tom lets himself be seen with models while he watches Greg attempt to flirt with girls way out of his league until they cave and go home with him. And then Tom is sure to be seen leaving with a suitably leggy blonde whose company he only endures until the car stops at his apartment, after which he tells her the driver will take her wherever she wants and he returns home alone to Mondale.

The fact that Shiv fell for the oldest PR trick so easily shows him just how incompatible they really were. He was never one for random club hook-ups, always all-in too quickly. She knows this. She should know this. But apparently, she doesn’t and neither does Greg if the way he’s been running around calling them the Disgusting Brothers is anything to go by.

Tom absolutely doesn’t want to examine how unbrotherly he’d like their relationship to be so he’ll leave that for when he hasn’t just been divorced by a woman who may never have really loved him anyway.

“Tom?” It’s only when Greg speaks again that Tom realises he’s still not said anything.

“Greg,” he croaks, clearing his throat. “Uh, sorry to wake you.”

“No, no it’s okay. Has something happened? Is it the Gojo deal?”

Tom shakes his head and then remembers Greg can’t see him. “Uh no, nothing like that. Shiv came home last night and… we talked.”

“Do you want me to come over to your place?” Greg asks immediately and something painful clenches in Tom’s chest.

“No, she’s still there. I’m at the park with Mondale.”

“Oh.” Greg is quiet for a moment and Tom takes in the soothing sounds of his even breaths. “Does that mean… are you guys back together?”

The laugh that escapes Tom sounds more like a sob. “Definitely not, she’s done. She wants a divorce.”

Greg stays silent and Tom feels a familiar flash of anger. It’s easier to lash out at him than deal with his own despair right now.

“I’m sorry Gregory were you not taught that when someone tells you they’re divorcing their wife you’re supposed to say ‘Oh, I’m sorry to hear that’? Jesus Christ can’t I even get a bit of sympathy from you?”

“Do you want to come over?” Greg asks, completely derailing the rant Tom was building up to.

“What?”

“Do you want to come here? To my apartment?”

Tom hesitates. “Won’t your.. Birdie or whatever her name is object to that? Aren’t you too busy rummaging?”

“Bridget,” Greg corrects absentmindedly. “She’s not here, she didn’t take kindly to Colin throwing her out.”

“Oh.”

“To be honest I wasn’t really that into her…”

“Right,” Tom says as Greg continues to ramble about her flaws, trying to sound even vaguely interested in Greg’s latest girl.

“So,” Greg sighs as he concludes his speech. “Do you want to come over? You know Mondale loves my place.”

“That’s cause you leave food all over the kitchen floor,” Tom says, but he’s already texting his driver. “We’ll be there in ten.”

Greg opens the door to his apartment just as Tom exits the lift. He’s dressed in soft sweatpants and a cashmere sweater that Tom realises with a small thrill is the one he got Greg a couple of months ago. Mondale tears his leash out of Tom’s hand and goes bounding towards Greg, who crouches down to stroke him.

“Hey,” Tom says, looking down at Greg who is still shmoozing with his dog. “I brought coffee.”

“Oh, thanks.” Greg takes the proffered cups and waves them inside. “Starbucks?”

Tom shrugs. “It’s what was close,” he lies instead of just saying he got it because he knows Greg likes it.

He allows himself to be led over to the couch, the one he had helped Greg pick out, and flops onto it, propping his feet on the coffee table. Mondale bounces up too, wedging himself between Tom and the arm of the couch. Greg follows with their drinks and sits down, just close enough that Tom can feel his warmth.

“Thanks,” he mumbles when Greg hands him his cup. Greg smiles benignly.

They drink their coffee in silence, Mondale whining every now and then as he shifts to make himself more comfortable.

“I am sorry about you and Shiv,” Greg says hesitantly.

Tom glances over at him, at the large hands Greg is twisting together in his lap. “Why do I feel like you’re about to follow that up with something else?”

Greg sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Idly, Tom wonders how soft it would feel between his own fingers.

“I’m sorry you aren’t married anymore, but maybe,” Greg takes a deep breath, darting Tom a worried look. “Maybe it’s for the best?”

“It’s for the best?” Tom repeats slowly. “You think it’s for the best that my position in this family is now even more tenuous? That at forty-three I’m going to have to start all over again if I don’t want to spend the rest of my life alone?”

Greg shakes his head, but then twists so he can look Tom right in the eyes. “No, I just… Maybe you can – Look, you guys… you weren’t happy, right? So maybe now you can be?��

Tom can’t bear the sincerity in Greg’s eyes and looks down at Mondale instead. “Maybe.”

“And uh, I really don’t think Uncle Logan will just drop you,” Greg insists.

“Yeah?” Tom asks with a weak smile.

“Yeah!” Greg looks too eager to please as he nods. “I mean come on, he hates Shiv at the moment, right?”

“He doesn’t. She’s his favourite and if she wanted back in the fold, he would let her. And if she wanted me out, he would kick me out. And what would I have then, Greg?” His voice climbs until he’s almost shouting by the end, startling both Greg and Mondale, who look frighteningly similar as they stare at him.

“No, Tom, that’s not. You’d still… That won’t.” Greg is grasping at straws as he stumbles over his words to try and reassure Tom. “You’d still be a part of the family.”

Tom scoffs. “Oh, yeah? Why, because I held Logan’s dick when he had a UTI?”

“What? No? Wait, did you?”

“Of course not,” he spits. “So what could I possibly have to offer?”

Greg shifts closer, close enough that their knees are touching. “Well, we’re still… I’m like an honorary child, right? So I get a plus one.”

“And you’d bring me?” Tom asks, fixing his gaze on where the grey cotton of Greg’s sweatpants brushes against the dark wool of his own slacks.

He feels Greg shrug. “Maybe? Would that be a faux-pas too? You wouldn’t bring a purse that’s too big, I guess.”

A hysterical laugh escapes Tom and he leans forward, burying his face in his hands. “Everything’s just a little… precarious right now. And I thought… If I can hold onto Shiv then maybe, there’s one thing I haven’t messed up,” he admits into his fingers. “As long as we stayed married – even if it was in name only – there was just this chance that maybe we’d work things out and I wouldn’t end up just as lonely as I started off.” He drags his face up again, blinking in the light. “I guess that chance is gone now.”

A warm hand settles on his back, just below his shoulder blades. “Hey,” Greg’s voice is gentle and Tom wants nothing more than to curl up into him.

Truthfully, all he’s ever really wanted is someone who loves him back. It’s a peculiarly mortifying twist of fate that he’s managed to fall for two people from the same family, neither of whom are interested in him.

“You’re gonna be okay, Tom,” Greg says softly. “You aren’t going to be alone. I mean every time we go out, you go home with someone.”

Tom nods. “Sure, yeah, sure. Sorry to… drag you out of your bed just to listen to me whine.”

“It’s fine,” Greg insists, only to interrupt himself with a giant yawn as if suddenly reminded of how tired he is. “Do you want to catch a few more hours of sleep here?”

“That depends, have you set up your guest bedroom yet?” Tom asks and Greg grimaces guiltily.

“Picking out furniture is hard,” Greg whines. “There are so many types of like, wood? And why is it so expensive?”

Tom sighs and leans back against the couch, causing Greg to move his hand higher up onto the back of Tom’s neck. His fingers twitch and curl on the collar of Tom’s cardigan, thumb stroking just below the hair at the base of his neck.

“So in other words, I’m relegated to your couch?”

“I guess,” Greg says. “Or you can just come sleep with me? Like just… yeah, sleep. The bed is pretty big.”

Any other day, Tom would say no. He’d make an off-colour joke and bully Greg into sleeping on his own couch, or he’d go and find a hotel. Or if he felt brave enough, he’d go back to his marital home, whether Shiv was there or not, and go and sleep in one of the many guestrooms.

But today… today, Tom is oh so weak and hollow and so he just nods and follows Greg into his messy bedroom, carefully stepping over the clothes littering the floor.

Greg climbs back into bed, dressed as he is, and carefully looks away as Tom shucks his slacks and cardigan, leaving him only in his striped boxers and a plain white t-shirt. He carefully settles into the bed next to Greg, each of them with their back to the other. There’s a dip at the end of the bed as Mondale takes advantage of their distraction and curls up on Tom’s feet.

There’s a rustling noise and he’s pretty sure Greg has turned over to look at him. He takes a deep breath and does the same. When he rolls over, Greg is a lot closer than expected, but neither of them pulls away. Their faces are a handspan apart and Tom can see every freckle on Greg’s nose, how his long lashes brush the delicate blue-grey skin under his eyes.

“Greg?” Tom says softly, afraid to tip the delicate balance of the moment with anything louder than a whisper.

“Yeah?” Greg looks flushed, his cheeks coloured a soft pink in the dim light entering the room around the edges of the curtains.

Tom swallows, unsure of what he’s trying to say, and Greg reaches out, taking Tom’s hand in his. It’s a twisted echo of what he and Shiv had done last night. That felt like an ending, a wordless goodbye. This… it’s not a beginning, but it’s something new. Something that he wants and which floods him with feelings he can’t even begin to articulate.

“With the models… I don’t,” Tom starts and trails off. “Do you remember the first night we went out?” he asks instead.

Greg nods. “The night with the ortolan?”

“Yeah, the night with the ortolan,” Tom says. “You asked me if… and well, I was.”

Across from him, Greg’s face creases into a frown. “You were, what?”

There’s an unbearable heat creeping up Tom’s neck and into his face and he should just close his eyes, roll over and pretend to sleep. But Greg is still holding his hand, is still looking at him like he matters, and still promised to make sure Tom will always be part of the family.

“Did you really like that Bridget girl?” he asks Greg. “And that other girl last week, Marielle?”

Greg shrugs. “I mean… It’s what we do, right? A new girl every night, the Disgusting Brothers?”

Tom flinches, remembering Shiv’s face when she mentioned what she’d heard about them last night. “Please don’t call us that anymore. And I don’t… I don’t do that. With the girls. It’s not really my thing.”

“Yeah, it is,” Greg says, sounding a little incredulous. “I see you. Every time we’re out.”

A harsh breath escapes Tom and he rolls onto his back. “I don’t,” he tells the ceiling. “I just… make sure the press sees. And then I go home. Without them.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Tom? Can I tell you something?”

He nods and rolls back over to look at Greg who looks incredibly nervous. “Sure.”

“It’s not my thing either.” Greg says it quickly and avoids looking at Tom while he does.

“What?” Tom is flabbergasted. “But… the rummaging?”

“Yeah.” Greg’s expression is pained. “I just thought it’s what you wanted. You wanted to have a wingman, right? For us to be out with women and have a reputation?”

Tom can’t breathe. “It’s not. It’s not what I wanted.”

“So then… forgive my uh… impertinence?” Greg starts to babble. “But what do you want, then?”

“I already told you,” he whispers, so quietly he’s not entirely sure Greg hears him. “When we had ortolan… and when we first met?”

Greg blinks. “When we first met? You were really kind of… a dick. You said… oh.” There’s a terrifying sort of clarity in his eyes. “And when we had ortolan I asked you if…”

“If I was trying to seduce you,” Tom finishes for him.

“And you said – ”

“Yes. I said yes.”

“Oh.”

Greg doesn’t say anything else and Tom can practically feel his heart curdling in his chest. He gives Greg’s hand a final squeeze and then lets go. Something sick and nauseating settles in his stomach as he pulls back the covers and climbs out of bed. He gathers his clothes, dressing as quickly as he can. The fact that this is the second time in the span of a few hours that he’s left the bedroom of someone who doesn’t want him isn’t lost on him and if he didn’t feel so numb he knows he’d be crying.

He doesn’t look back at the bed, at Greg. He can’t. So he just whistles for Mondale and leaves the bedroom with his dog. He’s sat on the sofa, pulling on his loafers when Greg catches up with him.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Tom says without looking up.

“I know,” Greg says and the next thing Tom knows, Greg is in his lap, gangly limbs wrapped around him like a boa.

He goes to speak, but then Greg is kissing him and he forgets everything else. The angle is terrible. Greg is really too tall to be sat in his lap like this and Mondale is barking at them like he thinks Tom is being attacked. But still, he finds himself clinging to Greg like he’s drowning, taking everything he’s given and more.

He should really stop this, push Greg away and tell him this is a mistake. But he’s wanted this, wanted Greg for so fucking long. He shoves one hand under Greg’s sweater, clutching at his waist, trying to run his hand over every inch of smooth, warm skin he can reach.

“Tom?” Greg says breathlessly when they break apart. “This… this is what you wanted, right?”

Tom nods, pressing his forehead to Greg’s collarbone. “If you don’t though… if this is something you’re just doing because you think it’s what I want. Or because you wanted to try it -”

A hand covers his mouth until he stops talking and Greg shifts off his lap and onto the sofa beside him. “It’s because I want it,” Greg says, and for once he isn’t stammering or stumbling over his words. He actually sounds certain. “I want you.”

“For a hook-up or?”

Greg huffs a breath that could almost be a laugh. “No. Not for a hook-up. I might… maybe I’m not so good at those?”

Tom reaches out and pushes Greg’s hair off his face. “Yeah, me either. So you actually want... this?” He stops just short of saying ‘me’ and Greg nods like he knows anyway.

“Yeah, I mean… I sold my soul for you, right?” Greg says and Tom laughs.

“I guess you did.”

“So since you already have my soul, you have nothing else to worry about. I've already given you everything."

With a smile, Greg takes his hand again and just like he did before, he leads Tom into the bedroom.

Tom’s driver picks them both up for work a few hours later and wisely doesn’t say anything about having to bring Tom a suit to change into.

“You know we can’t tell anyone. About us,” Tom says as they pull up in front of the ATN building.

Greg grimaces. “Yeah, I remember what Uncle Logan said about my dad, Tom. And how ATN feels about… a certain section of the population.”

Tom sighs, and with a quick glance at his driver who is studiously staring straight ahead, reaches out to squeeze Greg’s hand. “I’m sorry he said that.”

“It’s fine,” Greg says with a shrug.

“No,” Tom insists. “It’s not. And I know you hate ATN and the culture here but… I may have an exit strategy. For both of us.”

Greg’s eyes are huge. “R-really? What is it?”

Tom smirks and presses a fleeting kiss to Greg’s lips. “Just wait and see, Greg. Wait and see.”

#tomgreg #greg hirsch #tom wambsgans #succession #4.01 #fanfic

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myveryownfanfiction · 4 months

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I’m bored. I’ve had a bad week. So I’m just gonna answer these.

What do you do for work? Currently retail. I also work comic cons. I’ve worked in a library before too.

Tell me about your first kiss. Haven’t had it yet.

What playlists do you have on your phone? A few. I have one that’s a cowboy emoji for Jensen ackles and Christian Kane. I have a vampire for kiefer Sutherland and the lost boys soundtrack. I have one with a pirate flag that’s a mix of Alice cooper, Jeff beck and Johnny depp and the Hollywood vampires. I have one of just music that makes me feel good and I have another one of music I’ve just bought that I will listen to for weeks until I’m tired of the songs. And a Christmas list.

Do you like cooking or baking more? Cooking. I’ve burned myself on an oven too many times to enjoy baking.

Guilty pleasures? Uh actors turned musicians? Does that count? Sue me but I enjoy kiefer Sutherland and Jensen ackles and Johnny depp doing their new thing.

Something you regret. Not saying goodbye to my loved one. And getting an education degree.

Celebrity crush? Oh god where do I start haha currently it’s hugh grant and John larroquette. Since I was a kid it was kiefer Sutherland and Harrison ford. I’ve also been known to crush on a marvel actor or five.

How many languages do you know? Two. English and French.

Make a confession. I absolutely hate being in social situations. Parties, work, just being in places with lots of people but for some reason I am able to navigate and enjoy conventions with no problems.

What's your favorite book? Hmmm. That’s tough. Probably between three. Peter Pan and Wendy by JM Barrie. The body by Stephen king. Or one flew over the cuckoos nest by Ken Kesey.

What was your childhood dream job? Funny enough, I wanted to work with celebrities. Didn’t matter what I was doing just work with famous people. And I am.

Do you have any pets? No. But I want a husky and a black cat.

How many siblings do you have? Are you oldest, middle, or youngest? Technically, I’m the youngest and I have one older half sibling. But considering she left and basically has been cut off, I tell people I have no siblings.

How tall are you? 5’4”

What's something you're insecure about? I have muscle from years of dancing and karate. Lots of people get confused as to why I have it and makes me appear a little bigger than I am, especially when going to the doctor.

When is your birthday? 12/27

Embarrassing memory? Probably asking out my ex in the most anxiety inducing way while my friends played Disney love songs in the background

What's the most expensive thing you've ever bought? Material item would probably be my arc reactor from Disney. In terms of like con stuff, an autograph/photo op pair with kiefer sutherland.

Have you ever had a one night stand? Nope.

Have you ever been caught doing the do? Nope

A song that evokes a good memory? It varies. People are strange evokes the memory of meeting kiefer. Jesus of suburbia evokes the memory of seeing Green Day for the first time. The other side from greatest showman evokes the memory of being up at midnight dancing on tables with friends (we were sober too which was hilarious). The avengers main theme evokes Disney memories from this past October. Welcome to the black parade reminds me of meeting Kevin smith. A thousand years reminds me of my first con.

A song that evokes a bad memory? Not a bad memory per se but a sad one. Wake me up when September ends for my loved ones funeral.

Do you prefer phone calls, facetime, or texting? Texting. FaceTime with one or two people.

Your favorite pet name from your partner? (baby girl, honey, brat, etc.) my ex called me cap cuz of my love of marvel.

What's a controversial opinion you have? Y’all ain’t ready for it since it involves the beloved Taylor swift.

Do you believe in second chances? Yes

3 things you love about yourself. My knowledge of weird things. My apparent ability to get along great with people I grew up watching. The ability not to give a fuck about what people think of me.

What is something you are sure you'd NEVER do? Skydive

How different is your actual adult self from how you pictured it when you were little? Not much. I’m doing my dream job twice a year and I work in a nerd store rn.

Have you ever met a celebrity? Many. So freaking many.

Free Pass! (Ask whatever question you want to know that's not on the list)

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whatwouldvalerydo · 1 year

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Summary: When a reporter gets too close to the Carnage Circus in order to be the first one to get a scoop on the latest female director, things get a little too complicated too fast. How can a pure soul win against centuries of disaster ?

Warning ⚠️: a lot of cursing, slight NSFW hints, blood, weapons

Phil Baker belongs to the fabulous and talented @flareshogwarts

Scarlett Tempest, the director of the most prestigious circus in history. On the anniversary of her tenth year as director, London is roaring as she is said to bring the circus to town then. She promises horror, magic, rides and entertainment like never before. And people would eat it up.

She had something for everyone, from the glamour lovers, to the horror-stricken souls, she adapted, relishing in the attention she received. She would arrive at a destination and take two days just to setup before opening the gates. She would travel by car inside, a private driver at her beck and call. Makeup artists and hairstylists would line up to present their portfolio and get a private audience with the golden eyed director.

A devilish woman inside her own little circus.

Not called Night, no longer Carnage, her changing the names whenever she felt like it. It added to the thrill, to the mystery, to the theme.

Each town would line up their reporters, them trying to convince her guards to let them in so they could take pictures and have an interview, but in the end Scarlett would always arrive, her minions setting a podium in front of them so she could look over the reporters, every time choosing just one.

Just like on every occasion she arrived via car, her private driver opening the door, Scarlett walking outside, cameras flashing even before she exited. High heels clicked on the small podium, lights on her, questions being addressed in a loud roar, words blending together. Her eyes checked the sea of reporters, finally landing on someone who managed to make his way to the front of the group. She could see his lips moving, however she could not make the words out, whispers filling her ears.

Smirking, she requested to be brought down, walking right next to the gate, her eyes locking with the journalist “Phil Baker miss Tempest from the London Pages. Is it true you cannot step outside the circus? Is it true that the police have ceased their investigations and passed their evidence to the FBI? Statistically speaking women are more calculated when it comes to committing murders, is it true that…”

Blinking, she extended her hand out between the bars, fingers grazing his chest, Phil stopping his onslaught of questions, breath suddenly leaving his lungs “You are coming with me. The rest of you can fuck off.”

Being led inside her car, he took out his phone, Scarlett placing a hand over it “I need to record.”

“It’s not how it works. I tell you what to do.” She saw him pulling away, Phil clearing his throat.

“Well then, I still need to write it down in order to quote you for the interview.”

She gave him a side look, Scarlett licking her top lip, then her bottom one “Quote this: I don’t give a fuck. Let’s play a game, make it fun. Tell me something about you.”

Adjusting himself in the seat, he looked at her “Well, I’m a reporter…”

“Skip.”

“What?” he asked perplex.

“I said fucking skip, make it fun, don’t waste my time.”

Crinkling his nose, he nodded “I have a blog.”

Rolling her eyes, she felt the car stop, but neither left it “Hope you don’t have one of those fucking cutesy blogs where you reblog gifs and quotes from stars then call yourself worthy. Because that’s sad.”

“Actually it’s about the circus and conspiracy theories.”

A laugh exploded from her chest, Scarlett throwing her head back “That’s even worse. But do tell me, what do those conspiracies say?”

He saw her leaning closer to her, her body as if giving out too much heat. He could feel it lingering, spreading towards his own skin “That you’re cursed.” Her eyes locked with his, Scarlett leaning even closer “That you need” his words failed him as she touched his jaw making him look at her properly.

“Fucking say it.”

Again that cute nose scrunch, Phil running a hand through his hair, turning his face away when she went to kiss him “Scarlett…”

“It’s director for you. You crinkle your nose every time I say the word fuck, why?”

Clearing his throat, he once more avoided her lips, heartbeat picking up, the space inside the car suddenly far too small for the both of them “Maybe I don’t like swearing.”

“Maybe you don’t like fucking, who am I to judge? Oh wait, I’m the director.” She teased “So what do I need?”

She finally gave him some space, Phil feeling as if he could not form a proper thought in her presence when usually he would rant, ask questions, get answers “Someone to save you.”

Laughter left her mouth once more, dark just like the lights dimming around them “Do I look like I need saving? I’m having the time of my life. Now tell me, do you know what you are?” the darkness spread around them, Phil blinking thinking he was seeing things.

“No, what am I?” Frowning, she looked over at her driver, snapping her fingers. He signalled with the headlights, the door on Phil’s side being opened, her bodyguards grabbing him “What are you doing?”

“You’re denied entry until I say so. Take him out of here.”

By morning when Phil entered the office, his boss already got the memo on how he was selected but also thrown out of the Circus within the first hour. That meeting wasn’t pretty. It resulted in Phil storming off, determined to get that interview and prove his boss wrong, but also he wanted to know if what he witnessed the day prior was real. Because it felt otherworldly. As if she wasn’t real, not like he was or what he perceived the world to be. As if inside her circus, she was queen and there was nothing to hinder her.

But also he needed to find the answer to her question “what was he?”

And his guess was as good as any. On the first days, she toyed with him, appearing wherever he was or wanted to sneak in through “You’ll have to do better than that Baker, this is my domain and I can sense you. No matter where you go, I see you.”

And he did not believe her, it was a game, a stolen smile behind the circus bars, a fleeting touch lingering more than it should. It was him traveling to other cities to get a glimpse of her and his blog blew up as he recorded every interaction.

Yet he could not get close to her and her darkness.

He had been thrown out more times that he could count, scared to death and beyond, had a gun or several other weapons pointed at him, but for some reason he could not even fathom fully, he was still drawn to her and the circus.

But when he decided to infiltrate the circus in the middle of a main performance, Scarlett requested for him to be brought to her directly, a fake smile shaping her lips “You do know I can swallow you whole Baker.”

“Doubtful.” He retorted, trying to get away from her bodyguards.

“My show before director was sword swallowing, trust me, I got this.” Her smirking when his eyes widened at the sudden innuendo “What do you want? You can’t get to me unless I want to.”

“I feel you too. I can be in the city, in my cheap motel and I can still sense you. Why?”

A heavy sigh left her lips, Scarlett ordering her men to let him go “Don’t do this. Trust me, you’re too lovely for this world. How about this? I give you an insight, backstage, tomorrow, you and me. But tonight you are mine. Then we can consider it done.”

“Deal.”

Pulling him closer to her face, her lips barely lingered against his as she whispered “Good.”

As the sun rose and started casting its rays through the thick fog, Phil Baker stepped onto the empty circus, silently making his way to the main gates, dressed in the same clothes as the previous day. Someone clearing his throat made him jump, Orion offering him a small smile “It was not my intention to startle you.”

Phil’s eyes travelled towards the sign above the man’s head, a small wave directed his way “Morning.”

“Would you be interested in a session?” Orion asked, his hand removing the curtain obscuring the entrance to his tent.

“Sorry, no. I need to go, running a bit behind as it is.”

Nodding his head, he offered to accompany him instead towards the exit “You will arrive just on time, we are never early or late, rather we are where and when we need to be.”

He found the idea silly as the question formed in his head, but Phil stopped in his tracks “I’m never going to see her after today am I?”

“That is up to you my friend. As opposed to you, the director does not have the necessary freedom, she goes where the wind takes her next. We are all but pawns and this is our board. You are on the outside, looking in.”

“Right.” He stated a bit confused by his words “What am I really to her? I don’t understand these feelings, this rush.”

“I can’t utter the words for you, but think of her as a doorway to another world, however the door needs something to get it opened.”

“I’m the key.” Orion nodding “But she said she doesn’t want to be saved, that she likes it here.”

Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, Orion surveyed the terrain “That was before you were truly in play. The fates have an odd sense of right and wrong and there cannot be light without darkness.”

“But there can be just darkness.” Phil retorted feeling like the conversation was going in circles. If it was the influence of much more or the fact that he did not sleep, he did not know.

Removing his hand, Orion stopped at the main gates “You are correct. You will know what to do when the time comes and she will as well. She may be darkness now, but she’s starting to see the light.” Orion gestured to the terrain, the fog having almost disappeared, the sun shinning bright “And once the light touches you, there’s no going back.”

Turning to see if his car was still where he had parked it and intact, Phil asked “What do you mean?” turning back to the gates, Orion was no longer there, however he could feel as if he was being watched, a shiver running down his spine.

By nightfall the beautiful weather was no longer present, a dark cloud making its way above the city, heavy cold rain pouring down, but Phil managed to get the team and equipment intact on the circus grounds, a smug look on his face as he whispered against her ear “You didn’t say anything about a crew.” Scarlett smirking as she looked into his eyes, holding his gaze.

“Good job Baker, you got what you wanted. Hope you’ll be happy with the results.”

He found it odd when she actually stood in front of the camera and the lights, answering questions. He was allowed to film the entire performance, backstage and everything, a dream come true for any reporter. But when the performance was halfway through and he was checking the live footage, as the camera zoomed on the audience, he could see the straight faces in the crowd, their tense bodies and intense stares looking at the show, as if waiting.

And when Scarlett stepped back in the arena to announce the end of the show, he asked for the crew to focus on the audience, a few of them pulling out weapons, pointing them at her. He did not think, he did not even manage to form a proper thought as he moved from the monitors, running into the arena “Scarlett move!” she turned around confused, Phil pushing her out of the way, a single bullet hitting him, his body falling back, hitting the ground.

Scarlett’s bodyguards and crew circled them immediately, the crowd catching on as panic erupted.

Kneeling next to him, she closed her eyes, a sigh of relief leaving her lips seeing as he was just hit in the shoulder. As she opened her eyes, darkness erupted “Fine, let there be carnage.”

The tent shook as she got up, lights going out one by one as she spoke, anger lacing her voice.

“You simple minded people. I was here, I have always been here for a decade and you did what? Nothing. Until what you considered the last moment you did nothing.” She knew it was because the key presented itself, she knew it was the only reason for the attack, for them coming out of the shadows “Well, this isn’t the curtain closing. Oh no, I was never stupid like the others..” Another shot was heard, one of the performers falling to the ground, her laughing “Did you actually think I had only one second in command? No. And to make this even more fun for you fuckers, yes, I do love him and I will give you the best performance yet.”

Staring at the remaining people, she noticed Anthony King “You had a son, tell me, where is he now? Did you go after him?”

“His contribution to the cause is no longer needed.”

Scanning the faces, she looked at Angela, Scarlett rolling her eyes “Of course, you, the shinning light of the circus, spending all eternity to break the curse once and for all. Well here’s something. I don’t want eternity for him and me, I want passion, I want now, the present and then as many years as they come. I offer my eternity in exchange for something else.”

Helping Phil to his feet, she held his hand, looking in his eyes, him nodding once as if understanding, or agreeing with her, Scarlett did not know then and there.

Looking back at Angela she pointed a finger at her “I nominate you, I nominate you all who thought escape was possible one way or another. I bring you all back, with your rotten keys and your stupid destinies. You wanted to break the curse, well here’s your fucking chance. Keys and directors, all in one place.”

Dark smog filled up the tent, from within it screams being heard. Guiding him through the darkness, Scarlett stepped outside of the circus with Phil, both looking back as the main tent collapsed onto itself. In the distance, her eyes locked with Orions, him shaking his head as a heavy sigh left his lips.

What would come would be darker than everything any of them witnessed.

And this time he needed to be prepared.

The fates had a funny way of doing things, but this time, he needed to tip the scales.

#circus au #scarlett tempest #phil baker #temper #hpma oc ship #angela king #orion amari

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forthesanityofstorytellers · 1 year

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Seven snippets, seven people

Well this is a new one for me, lol Thanks for the tag @sleepyowlwrites!!

Pulling snippets from Abracadabra and Halfblood (both going through a re-working) and some of my favorites from Becks' Backstories. No pressure tagging @ettawritesnstudies @kittensartswriting, @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @magic-is-something-we-create, and just an open tag for the rest Because An-Hour-From-Midnight-As-I'm-Typing-Brain Reasons 😂

A JulesXRod conversation. Hard to make a deal when neither of them trusts the other. I mean, it's with reason...

"You want what?" Jules asked, drawing me back to our conversation. Her black eyes stared at me in complete passive boredom, flicking down to the cell in my hand before going back up to my face. "You heard me," I answered, putting the phone away. "I want to make a deal." A slow, patronizing smile spread across her face. "And what could you offer to me, little thief?" "In exchange for your sword, I can offer you a way home." Her smile fell into a frozen line as a look of feigned annoyance crossed her face. "Nice try, darling,” she sighed, flicking some hair over a shoulder as she folded her arms. “The portals were sealed a long time ago. No one can open them these days. Not even you." "They weren't sealed," I said with a sly smile. "They were locked." She shrugged a single shoulder. "Same difference if you don’t have the key, dear.”

Rod does not like the cold.

My fingers were all but frozen as I struggled to close my phone. Kashi was captured, huh? I felt like I should have been more surprised at the news, but I doubted much could surprise me at this point. At least she had one of me there to rescue her. My next stop was so high up in the mountains one could barely breathe. It was cold. So cold. So, so freaking cold. The air was thin. Snow whipped my body and stung my face. None of it was nearly as intimidating as the twenty-foot circle of protective magic set smack-dab in the middle of the frozen forest. It was old magic, completely foreign to Terra. There was no wildlife around to speak of. Even the trees seemed reluctant to come near the barrier. They kept the edge of the circle at arm's length, the very edges of their branches inches away from the invisible border. I stood at the edge, staring down.

Rod talks it out with a sentient sword.

I gave a frustrated snort. "No, I mean what is he? He has far too much magical ability to be human." "He's…" She hesitated, green eyes paling. “…complicated." “Aren’t we all.” It was a dodgy answer, and she knew it. A small telling smirk rested on her pale face, her form flickering for a moment. The sword was laughing at me. I’m the imp. I laugh at people. A look of annoyance passed across her face, color returning to her body in a sharp burst. "Did you learn what you needed or not?" "I always learn," I said, crossing my arms. “The question is whether or not I’ll act.” We stared at each other for a moment more, but it was posturing at this point. There was no sense in picking at a dead plant if you’re not looking for firewood. I shot her a quick smile. "It's high time for a family reunion, Lady Grace. Let's say we go find your niece." Said niece, ‘Jules’ by name, was a six-foot tall sociopathic witch with a bloodlust rivaled only by some of the oldest and meanest Elewnai. She had been active lately, but the last I heard, Jules had run off to Spain with an ex-Keeper and was hiding out with him in an abandoned house off one of the side-roads connected to a rural town. Granted, sometimes keeping track of timelines was difficult thanks to my hat, but it seemed a good enough place to start.

An introduction to Kashi that I wrote a few days ago. Kashi does not like collars.

Rain. Cold spikes through the dark of the night, stabbing and splintering across the rooftops, dancing against the concrete and stone that stretched out in an endless sweep of man-made structures, ones meant to break the horizon and reach into the sky. Kashi crouched silently, pressing against the night and hiding from starlight. Her nose for magic had led her to this place, the trail of one of her kind dragging itself through the air and the earth until it seemed to settle here. She wasn’t sure what was so important about this place, only that her prey had stopped here and so had she. Dark splotches of water peppered the street and sidewalk below, pooling in the cracks spiderwebbing across the cement while the dim streetlights showed barely a halo of electric light below. It was enough to see by, her eyes flicking between shadow and light as she waited. A band of metal around her neck itched, the light flashing just enough to be annoying, to let you think it had finished before flashing again. Damn Keepers. They wanted her to hunt down one of her own kind but didn’t give her nearly enough room to do it in. Probably afraid that she’d run if they didn’t collar and tag her before letting her loose. And they were right.

Back in the Old West days, Becks went by Jo Hunter, Witch of the Mojave. And she likes killing people.

She licked her lips and turned back to the one at gunpoint. Pressed the tip of her pistol into his skin. “Now…you want to think about your next move? Or should we get to the part where I just kill you?” He didn’t stop glaring, his victim having already scuttled away and was hiding in the corner. Body tensed as he made his decision. “Go to hell!!” he roared, turning and slapping her gun away, rounding on her with a gun of his own. She used the action to spin away from the wild shot, turned and kicked out, catching him in the leg hard enough to bring him to a knee. She regained her footing and locked a hand around his neck, enhancing the grip with a thick set of vines that wormed their way under his skin. And smiled. Laughed. “Where do you think I come from!?” His eyes widened as she began to suck his life away, slowly and painfully. His hands wrapped around hers, confusion and panic setting in as he realized he couldn’t pry it away. Too weak, too scared. Eyes began to wander, but she latched onto his brain and forced him to listen to her. Forced his brain to do what she said. “Look into my eyes,” she whispered. “I wanna watch your pitiful little soul escape as I suck it from your sockets.”

1700s, Becks was known as Silvia. She's started to get the idea that maybe William isn't what he seemed like at first but isn't sure she wants to care.

He frowned. Looked at the ground. Back at her. Walked up to her and put a hand on her arm. “Please? You know he likes you more than me. And…I know you don’t like it when he’s angry. I know you don’t like it when I…” he hesitated as she began to draw away from him, his grip on her arm tightening just a little. Just enough to keep her there. “Angel. Come back with me.” She looked at his hand. His grip was…she wanted to run. To flee. It was too restricting against her arm. Pulling her, keeping her there. But…But William liked her. More than liked her, if he had been telling the truth the last few years. And he had never been afraid of her. Not like Bran. Not like the mages. Not like the humans. Never feared her. She pouted a little and finally nodded. “Alright, I’ll…William. I’ll do it, just let go.” He kept his hand around her arm just a little longer, looking her in the eyes. There was a flicker of something there…some satisfaction almost. It was gone in a moment as he smiled and let her arm go. “Thank you, Angel. Let’s get back before he loses his mind even more.”

And this is when Becks was known as Mattie, and what Mattie did to people that threaten her kid.

“We’re taking the child,” the man stated, hand around Lily’s arm. “And that gun isn’t going to change the issue.” Mattie had a rifle trained at his head, stood steady and still on the rickety old porch. “Say that again when you aren’t sweating,” she snapped. “You have no idea what you’re dealing with,” he said calmly. “This creature–” “My kid!!” “--is not even human. Not all the way, at any rate. She’s clearly messed with your head, made you think she’s your daughter, but believe me. That’s what these things do.” “Call her a thing one more time,” Mattie said calmly, “and it’ll be the last words you speak.” “Ma’m, I can assure you. Your life will be better without her in it. These things–” A shot rang out. The body jerked, dropped to the floor.

Thanks again! (And sorry it took so long!)

#tag games #seven snippets seven people #writeblr tag game #writeblr tag games #Becks #Rod #Jules #Kashi #snippets

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blucassiopeia · 10 months

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so in Dangerous Oikawa has to give a. massive apology to reader BUT BUT BUT (unless i misunderstood) Iwaizumi owes an apology too to readers.

it wasn’t really mentioned in the fic if iwaizumi kept in touch with oikawa after the bistro incident…and as far as it was revealed he knew little to nothing about reader and her relationship with oikawa. IF SO then he had no right in lowkey gaslighting oikawa in that phone call saying he could not drop his (their) dream just for reader and then saying she was just a Ran’s placeholder AS if oikawa could/should never move on from Ran - unconsciously he was already movin on….

also i don’t recall, in the bistro incident who (if osamu or Ran’s man) in the end told oikawa to stay away from ran (forever i suppose)…then during the wedding day the gc was full of pictures of them being happy and oikawa left the gc BUT Osamu added him again 🥴🥴 what’s with this toxicity

he fucked up, no one can deny it, BUT it takes two to have an affair (if that’s what really happened) unless the cheater lies about their single status. Let’s not forget that in the end Ran told oikawa that she would always choose her boyfriend (Ran’s plushie) - as a lover. What was Oikawa supposed to do? Yes, he promised the boyfriend he was staying till he came back (from i dont even know where he went) BUT in my own opinion a good friend understands that sometimes (right or wrong) we have to prioritise ourselves and not someone else’s well being (Ran’s in this case).

cant wait to know the boyfriends name to yell at him a big fat F.O bc if he and ran didn’t have a complicated relationship then im pretty sure many thing could have been prevented. 😬

so far i’ve yet too see the boys held Ran accountable for her mistakes (?) - i.e the affair - i mean only two people went to argentina but my gut feeling is telling me that everyone in the gc thought oikawa was the -only one - at fault (whether they knew about the affair or not)

also this might be an unpopular opinion but all the boys seems to be a bit too (over)protective of Ran’s well being (we know she had her problems growing up but who didn’t) to the point where they not just protect but coddle her too…like from their point of view she cant do no wrongs and her happiness comes always first (it doesn’t matter if they -the boys - are breaking bc they are in love with her and they don’t have a chance).

since they will never have Ran romantically (oikawa’s story proves it) they will do everything to make her happy/life easier being at her beck and call and at the same time as they grow up and life goes on they meet new people (readers from the different spin offs) they will not only prevent themselves to move on and be actually happy but, at the same time, hurt the various readers, some more than others (ie kuroo’s spin off). ngl this is kinda a toxic behaviour (from the boys pov) 🫣

sooner or later they will understand/realise that their happiness can be linked to someone else and maybe what they really needed to move on was time and space (away from Ran). A clear example (so far) is kuroo’s story, it took him literally years to realise (his) reader was the one for him and also to actually see that he was already in love with her but he always dismissed those feelings bc he was so present and active in Ran and the twins lives everyone would think he was the actual father 🤔🥴 …and the way kuroo’s realisation was worded sounded like he was too late?

Semi’s story is similar, but completely different at the same time compared to kuroo’s (referring to the time skip when they are no longer uni students but working adults). Semi’s reader, the singer, was a his friend and her presence was sort of a constant reminder that he should stop being delusional about Ran since she was happy with a family. He might not had space (away from Ran) but the singer was there with him when he babysat the twins, they even argued about it.

While Kuroo’s delusions where strong enough not even kenma could do much about it. at a certain point he wasn’t even taking care of himself but it was reader silently doing it. Ran’s twins were sick, he was rushing to them, it was their birthday, he couldn’t miss it. someone implied he might be one of the godfathers but still…he was doing what a father is supposed to do/not miss. Where the heck was Ran’s husband in all of this? In the end readers words (when she talked with kenma) were true: if kuroo doesn’t take care of him (and his heart) who’s gonna do it? if reader wasn’t silently there kuroo might have collapsed bc of exhaustion between his workplace and Ran’s house 🫡🫡 Kuroo’s missing an outsider’s pov (Semi’s reader) who could tell him what is he living for? if Ran’s and the twins’ well being is his own purpose of life then maybe he should rethink about it. What would Ran think if she finds out he’s devoting (not her finding about he being in love with her but just as a friend) his life to her family. I don’t think she would be happy

Ngl as much as i want to see all the spin off boys be happy with their respective readers i wouldn’t mind see kuroo suffer after the realisation he lost his true love of his life (reader). Her falling for someone else would be a deja vu BUT her dying *chef’s kiss* You can fix many things but not prevent someone’s death 😬

one last thing: in the main story is there gonna be a chapter where Ran kind of realise she was the reason (unconsciously obliviously) some of the boys where keeping potential love interest at an arm’s length/not wanting anyone in their lives bc of her?

sorry for the long ask

okay i'll loosen a little to explain further the issues presented aaaand i would like you to know anon that i appreciate these kind of asks because some people also needs to ask this 🥺🥺 thank you for collating it for you and for them 🥺🥺 so okay..

yep, and Oikawa and Iwaizumi would be there to apologize.. for maybe (2 weeks for iwa 3 months for Tooru ANDDD ssh) they'll be with someone else in here andー🙈 eitherway, Tooru and Ran would still have a VERY complicated "interaction" (i wont say relationship), but she, too, will apologize.

hajime is aware of all that's happening to tooru in san juan and he didn't bat an eye on everything tooru shares day by day, and he updates him with SOMETHING I CAN'T SAY. All I can say is that he has every right to gaslight tooru in that phone call because tooru himself is confused and iwacchan intended to make him realize his feelings (he intends to say that tooru should take yn to his world if he really loves her, prove to iwacchan he has moved on, but tooru can't even say anything at that moment other than his attempt to drop their dreams for her, that's where they both fucked up)

it was ran's plushie that said tooru should stay away from Ran (didn't say forever), i will say it here coz ill not be stating this in the other chap so.. tooru previously left the chat consequently when he left Japan, Kei added him back tho and that was enough for the others to understand a little of what's happening (ran not batting an eye on that too, she doesn't care). and osamu is not toxic in that scene i swearrrr, he knows kei's intentions on adding tooru back, but yes they are teasing tooru in a very savage way i believe he deserves.

yep, tooru fucked up bigtime but i dont remember saying Ran had an affair with him or something............. it's safe to say that Ran's plushie intended to leave Ran on tooru's care as a friend AND THAT'S ALL THAT I CAN SAY, let's just say tooru made a really REALLY big mistake that destroyed Ran and i think everyone who's close to them (especially Ran's plushie).

and no, you can't yell at him 🥺🥺 im not revealing his name but really, you would understand why they have a complicated relationship. in the fic, you would first see Ran's POV, i mean the entire first half of the fic is hers, then 2 POVs of Ran's plushie explaining the events he cant say to Ran (but he did say to the boys) AAAAAAHHH SSSSHHー

i mentioned that Ran, Tadashi and Kei are in levels of density other people can't reach (in Kageyama's) but yep, it's not an excuse but she really doesn't know anything else toottoot i think Osamu's spinoff would relieve your issue on this coz it will tackle Ran's density (but still lowkey) but it will show you another side of Ran. AND they are protective of Ran, especially the Karasuno ones, because they know something others don't, and there are groups within the "volleyball idiots GC" that knows other "issues of Ran they can't tell anyone about". let's say there are 3 groups of that, one being lowkey mentioned on other fics i wont tell.

yeah, they are loving Ran in a toxic behavior im not gonna deny it but i think that tooru is just the hard-smacked lover, tetsu is well yeah YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND KUROO TETSUROU LATER IN THE FIC and add "3 someones" there, because they have the same issue.

and 🥺 we're tackling my Semi 🥺 but i can't say anything about hiiim, and yea, he's clearly different with the others. and i can't say it's a "delusion" for tetsu. all i can say to explain tetsu is that "Ran's plushie gave him something he can't afford to lose". and where is "Ran's plushie" in all of this.. i cant sayyyyyyy 💔 but tetsu devoting his everything to Ran has some sort of explanation in the fic, don'cha'worry. AND HEYYY did i say that kuroo's yn is some sort of a game changer (but for the 2nd fic). and believe me, Ran knows what's happening to whom, you'll understand her more soooon.

and omg, kuroo's yn dyingggg, I LAUGHED SO HARD. 👀👀👀 you might wanna read that portion again and you'll know when you know, then pm me if you have a hunch.

in a chapter, Ran will realize everything after she loses something really big. someone will sit and talk with her about these things and that will lead to her apologizing to tooru's yn, and to the others as well, but i dont think she's accounted to apologize butーAH YOU'LL KNOW YOU WILL KNOW I SWEAR. but you will see something like this (but lowkey) in Osamu's soon enough.

i love youu, you're nicely knitting the spinoffs 🥺

#fs spinoffs

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piniatafullofblood · 2 months

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I’m looking for a fic that I want to reread that’s an irondad fic and Peter got kidnapped by Quentin beck. On ao3 ofc

trigger warning I’m reading some FUCKED UP shit so

Beck told Tony that he’d give him back after eight months but when he gave him back he lost two fingers and an eye. in the beginning of the book there was also baby pigeons that Peter was obsessed with but could never convince Tony to go and see but Tony goes and sees them all the time after

oh also when beck gave him back he was dropped off in an alley with a phone and a gun and told to just off himself instead and he has like conditioned mantras that are like ‘I’m stupid, I’m ugly, I’m all messed up,’ and he keeps repeating that. He also says that ‘oh I shouldn’t have called’ over and over again. Also while Peter was escaping there was a river that he fell into and almost drowned. The first time Morgan say Peter she rushed into his hospital room before she was meant to and it was a bad experience all around.

at the end of the story beck takes Morgan with the intent on doing that like for the rest of Tony’s life, taking one of his friends for eight months and giving them a five month respite only to do it again but they figure out that he’s hidden in a national park in an illegal house that’s been camouflaged by trees and they get Morgan back and kill beck after only two days. Oh also he gets in and takes Morgan by camouflaging himself Loki style as happy. Also Tony keeps thinking about the phrase ‘technicolor violence’ and I think chapter seven is named that.

I cannot find it for the life of me but it’s like close to 100k words and it changed my life so

edit: found it! Frathersoft by KatinaMoon. https://archiveofourown.org/works/42584922

#looking for a fic #tom holland peter parker #iron dad #fanfiction #ao3fic #ao3 search

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castle-dominion · 8 months

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castle 6x17 the belly of the beast

the russassin episode liveblog

meh I honestly don't feel like doing a plot heavy ep rn. It sounds draining.

uwu not your husband? lmao this is so cute

Okay, stop describing my life. RC: Yeah, I find deadlines … inspiring.

"You could convince me <3" "yes we do that's so true"

She is not on call babe.

sus I like how at least becks tried to tell gates she wasn't on call

I love ryspockett sm. More bras sthan a marching band lol "detective?" *three detectives are there*

Why is this so quiet tho? Why not let ryan in? english better than we do lol.

Inter act.

Yeah of COURSE she attempted suicide when y'all leveraged her into this.

lol beckett russian moments

sus. I'd take ryan in on this. Heck I read a fanfiction where beckett is all like "ooh trauma" & castles like 'see someone' "wdym? a shrink?" 'no' "castle I love you but i ain't talkin to u." 'glad u thought of me but no, someone who knows what you're dealing with.' "Esposito chatted w me abt ptsd before but he is not touchy feely in a figurative emotional sense" 'girl i didn't mean him either. i meant the one who has done undercover narcotics operations & been fricking water tortured.' "o ryan. ya u right castle. my B."

lol castle zombie games I love how he stops his game as soon as he worries.

VG: You don’t have to do this. You can walk away and I’ll take the heat. I love her.

voiceover

the real elena is NOT intimidated.

it is SO easy to spot a cop.

Elevators have cameras? no?

Dun dun dun! Sally pendrick moments

Green intro

lol dinner plans XD

Yeah it's an elevator.

lol rysposito listening in

except neither of those are true. they would have done this to elena too

love her door & tha audio

wow an hour

what thing? there a camera in there? or is it just the mic?

why tell her to get on her knees & then maker her stand? so close to her. rly sus. I thought she swallowed it but that wouldn't work well.

Ooh martha rly pretty! Love her! Ha, pray for me.

rysposito turned off their phones, sending castle straight to voicemail? also martha & ryan & esposito we need more interactions with the three of them.

Nice place. big gun. move packages she says. The act he says.

Good music. Obviously they did an audio commentary & I love it but yk w/e

This man ain't lazarus. no way. Da aka (chair thing)a

Yes please, whiskey or water

btw good caption choices, but I would still like the original language written even though it has "speaking russian" AND the translation.

why write it down on paper?

that's a bold request.

a bedroom.

Apparently the where-should-people-be question was a thing.

why she callin esposito? instead of straight up 911? also their phones would be wired to pick up 911 or calls to the pigsty. Couldn't they get her a phone call with lazarus at least?

she be noisy.

I loooove especkett this ep is actually good i love first names Audio remains the same when he put her on speaker. why did i say remain not stay? more letters to type. Also harden is a pretty hot guy for being the age he is.

If I were her I may have sat down facing the door on the edge of the desk.

At least she made contact. I heard The ukraine, bounced all over The europe lol

Oh no castle shows up. Gates I love her sm she is genuinely so much better than the fandom implied.

Niec room.

who are these ppl coming out of the car?

Why are esposito AND ryan AND the narco captain here?

Blood oh no! officer dead? If they took elena then becks is done for but if elena fled (which we will know in the future) then beck is fine

fricking no babe that is not how a paperclip works, Rip a hangnail if you want easy access to blood.

the uncertainty of not knowing if you'll make it out. I love this letter.

Becks is much less afraid looking now.

"I'll take it." they not giving her any intel? Oh they are.

the list? is she supposed to know abt the list? she's good. Are there guns in the house? curiosity keeps me alive.

so obv we're all like "whats going on who even is this guy" but where did she get the beet juice & ketchup to look enough like blood? chocolate syrup?

Ah she came out the back door. Show him what? do u usually take a souvenir to prove? Like I said. the apckage is delivered. What if he moved while they were still watching.

OH SHE'S LEFT HANDED

she's the contract killer lol this is great Love esposito kind of holding castle back

calling gates the homicide captain

poor guy still covered in beet juice lol Poor mr potter.

you can't but she is good at what she does

501 the nameplate says. who has this many guns tho? also isn't this new york? who has a house in new york even mr potter the attorney?

Harden watching her love it.

Make sure that there is no bullet in the chamber & the safety is on before you lose your legs to a gun going off in your crotch there becks What kind of a gig is this gal talking about?

I'd hate standing in a doorway guarding with my back to an open door.

wow lol an ugly basement. of vourse.

it suits him? lol the sound. Oh & the stairs were cgi. HOLY CRAP THAT IS A LOT OF NEARLY-NAKED WOMEN COUNTING MONEY. WHY.. WHY ARE THEY NOT WEARING MUCH?

wHO is screaming in there?????!?!?

future foreward

blood in the place

WAIT

WAIT NO HOLY CRAP OH NO THIS IS LAZARUS? WE KNOW HIM. GIRL COVER YOUR FACE WITH YOUR HAIR MAYBE. I love the "you are not" instead of aren't or you're"

Oh yeah she did break glass with him. Good scene. I'm glad they brought back vulcan simmons. He never confirms he's lazarus.

she texts javi again, not castle, not gates, not fowler, not ryan. 41319 becks badge # I would not be the one to send "address" before writing the address.

I love this stuff. rly good. Def better this way, glad they cut the scene.

VS: Let’s do without all this Kabuki theater, Detective. It’s undignified. KB: (harshly) Do you want undignified? Then wait ‘til you see what I do to you. So hot

I like how he says mama. mamma. Love the audio too & underwater. didn't the MIB remotely turn back on a cell phone once? ew still water, ew bubble on the eye. Ooh simmons took off his jacket. Vulcan simmons is an amazing character & I love him. At least Ryan made a joke & then got his knee almost shot out & then rescued. poor becks looks like she's been longer.

Harden my beloved. *sends her down a hill for no reason* It could make her body easier to be tracked

A few of them are your new neighbours lol

Yeah he probably has a better deal with these ones lol. Ohhhh she was sent in with a gun bc elena usually uses a knife!

Good scene here. Love it a ton. artistic.

He wanted her to live bc he owed her but he was willing to kill harden?

Oh they literally never found her! it was 6am when she called them after elena saved her, they were sitting there waiting thinking she was dead trying to find her, they never succeeded. I could read a fanfic abt the hours between when we last had contact with her got the cell phone & when we got her call & found her & saved her. I'd love a fanfic of finding her.

what sense of honour has this lazarus chosen to keep her alive?

love her bruises. "heart attack" It's impossible to know *she knows*

love her fur coat. nice & warm. warm to help her after being chilled this entire time.

Next tmie u see each other it's fair game, but then you will no longer be even, one of you will kill the other & then you owe them you owe letting them kill you even tho they're dead so that then you'd be even. doesnt make any sense.

But yeah I did fine with this plot heavy one. never took a clip tho. Considered it when esposito was figuratively holding castle back.

#castle 6x17 #the russassin episode #castle 6x17 spoilers #castle 6x17 quote

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katherines · 2 years

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THE MATRIX 1999 | THE MATRIX: RESURRECTIONS 2021

#moviegifs #scifigifs #filmtvcentral #entgifs #dailycinema #chewieblog #the matrix #the matrix resurrections #the matrix spoilers #thematrixedit #neo x trinity #filmedit #gifs*#me at work when I say my name is beck over the phone and they call me becca...

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aristrocrat · 2 years

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Chapter 12

S1 Episode 11

SUMMARY: Y/N finally figures out what really happened between her parents. The boys talk her into going to the dance in order to save Allison.

TW: none tbh

WORD COUNT: 7,774

“Hey!” Stiles smiled as he entered your room. He paused as he was slipping of his shoes when he saw you pressed against your door. “… Why is your ear against your-”

“SHHH!” You waved your arm dramatically before pressing against the door again. “My parents are in the hallway talking.”

“You know, maybe you shouldn’t be listening in on that,” He spoke in a hushed tone before seeing your sarcastic look. “What?! It’s private.”

“Right. But it’s different when you listen in on your dad’s phone calls or that police radio? Oh and how about stealing Lydia’s phone? And getting your dad drunk to-”

“Okay! Fine, what are they saying anyway?” He huffed before throwing his shoes next to your bed and walking over and pressing his ear against the door too. It was mostly a bunch of muffled, inaudible speech with the occasional clear sentence here and there. “Therapy?” His eyes lit up, as he looked over at you.

“I heard Teresa,” You furrowed your brows. His smile quickly dropped into a sarcastic frown.

“Y/N, do your parents know anyone named Teresa?” He hissed.

“I don’t know! Maybe she’s another mistress!” You defended. “Shh! I’m trying to listen!”

“You shush! I’m better at this and I’m trying to focus,” He argued, making you smile at the playful banter. You both stayed silent for a little while longer before their footsteps approached slightly, making the conversation easier to listen to.

“Just don’t make me sound like the bad guy,” Your father sighed. “She won’t even look at me!”

“You cheated on me. Newsflash! You are the bad guy!” You heard your mom snap.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You’re the one who said you wanted a divorce, Y/M/N!” He raised his voice. “I didn’t cheat! You broke up with me. You made it very clear that we weren’t a couple anymore. But if you want to believe that I cheated on you to hide behind the fact that you don’t love me anymore, then so be it! But she deserves to know the truth!”

You looked at Stiles with wide eyes and lips parted in utter shock. He mirrored your expression and mouthed Oh my god.

“Why couldn’t you have slept with anyone else? Hm? You just had to go after the woman I’ve been stressing about since high school!” She methodically avoided his statement. “I knew you were in love with her!”

“I WAS HURT AND MAD AT YOU!” He roared. You could count on one hand the amount of times you’ve ever heard him raise it voice, but never like this. “I was mad that you asked for a divorce. I was mad that you pushed me away and blamed it on the job that you made me take! Do you have any idea how much it hurts to watch the love of your life fall out of love with you?! No! Because I still foolishly answer your every beck and call just for the opportunity to be NEAR YOU! So yeah, I slept with Natalie. And yeah! It was a stupid, selfish, spiteful move. But don’t you dare accuse me of loving anyone other than you. Especially since you can’t say the same.”

“Are you implying that I’m in love with someone else, Y/F/N? Because you would be sorely mistaken,” She spat. “I respect the fact that we are still legally married.”

“I’m implying that you aren’t in love with anyone other than yourself!” He paused to lower his voice. “Look, stop dodging it. The fact of the matter is that you don’t love me anymore. I’ve known that for years, Y/M/N. And I happily played along in your charade for as long as you allowed me to. But once you brought up the idea of a divorce, I knew we were done. So I slept with the woman you’ve were foolishly worried about as a way to end all of this once and for all. I don’t want to be sucked back into this loveless marriage for yet another five years. I don’t want to work this out through therapy. I just want to move on.”

Your heart sank at the sound of his broken, shaky voice. The guilt from your horrible attitude towards him finally seeped through you. It made sense to you why he did what he did. Regardless of how idiotic his decision was, he didn’t do it because he wanted to tear apart your family. He did it because it was already torn apart.

You stepped away from the door, not wanting to hear the rest of the conversation. Not wanting to listen to your mother’s rage and to your father’s shaky voice. Stiles froze, not knowing exactly how to go about comforting you with the emotionless expression you displayed. Were you relieved? Angry? Sad? For once, he genuinely couldn’t. You walked backward until your knees hit your bed, forcing you to take a seat.

He sighed before walking over and crouching down in front of you. You looked right past him, not even acknowledging his presence due to the heavy traffic in your mind. He finally reached forward and caressed your cheek gently, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your eyes snapped up at his.

“You okay?” His voice was just above a whisper but laced with concern and sympathy. He had been encouraging you to talk about your feelings since the day you told him what happened, but it was to no avail. He knew you too well to expect you to open up about it; he mostly just wanted to let you know that he was there for whenever you were ready to talk or cry. He didn’t even expect you to open up about it now, especially since the wound had just been torn open again.

“Honestly?” You let out a dry, breathy chuckle before looking up at him. “I have no clue.. I was so mad at him. Every time he tried to talk to me, I would spin on my heels and walk the other way. God, had I known that he wasn’t the only reason my family was falling apart- that my mom is just as much to blame..”

“He understands why you acted the way you did. I think it was a perfectly valid response,” Stiles reassured as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “You don’t need to feel bad for anything you said or did. If anyone knows how to empathize, it’s your dad. Especially when it comes to you.”

“But that’s the thing,” You shook your head, fighting back the urge to cry. “Everything that man has done since the moment I was born- every decision he’s made, it was always in my best interest. You heard him! He stayed in a loveless marriage for years! I mean someone can only take so much of that. He would’ve left a long time ago had it not been for me. My mom asks for a divorce, and he vengefully sleeps with the one woman that would get a reaction out of her. It makes sense. The one time he didn’t make a decision with me in mind, and I treat him like shit.”

“Hey, look at me,” Stiles said. You hesitantly abided. “This whole thing is not your fault. He chose to stay for himself, you can’t pin that on you. The fact of the matter is he fucked up, and you reacted as all reasonable people would. He hurt you. No matter how you put it, that mistake, while it’s understandable in a sense, was a royal fuck up. There’s no excuse for what he did. But there is a way to move on from all of this and mend your relationship. He’s a good guy. Just talk it through with him.”

You nodded, taking his words to heart. How he managed to make you feel better every single time you were on the verge of a breakdown, you’d never understand. His thumb never stopped softly stroking your cheek. His eyes never stopped looking into yours. His sheer presence was enough to calm you down, but it was the way he cared for you that always made you see things from his perspective.

“How do you always know exactly what to say?” You let out a breathy chuckle as you pressed your forehead against his. He drew in a breath before speaking.

“You have no idea how close I was to just giving you a Star Wars quote,” He admitted, making you laugh. “A Yoda quote, to be more specific.”

“You should’ve said it. He was a wise man,” You giggled.

“First off, he’s not a man,” He pulled away, putting his hand up to show how offended he was.

“Alien. Whatever.”

“He was a carnivorous humanoid,” Stiles scoffed.

“All I’m hearing is he was a cute, chunky alien who was all knowing,” You refrained from laughing as his jaw dropped offensively.

“Please don’t make me break up with you. Do you know how hard it would be to get over you?” He frowned, making you laugh again.

“How hard would it be?” You smiled mischievously. He got up from his crouched position and put his arms on either side of you, resting them on the mattress beneath you.

“Like stupid hard,” He admitted smugly, inching closer to you.

“Oh?” You raised a brow, feeling his hot breath on your lips. “And why’s that?”

You knew why. And boy, did he want to tell you. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops and write it in the sky. He wanted to write it into a song and play it back to you. He was utterly captivated by you. Smitten, enchanted, enamorado, amoureux- call it what you want and in whatever language you prefer. But he called it love. He was truly, madly, deeply in love with you.

“You really wanna know?” He said smoothly, somehow playing off the fact that he could hear his heartbeat in his ears out of pure anxiety.

“Mhm,” You hummed, looking at his lips. You wanted to watch him say it. You wanted to see how his lips moved when he finally admitted how he felt.

His eyes danced between your eyes and your own lips. The butterflies were flapping so goddamn hard, he could puke on the spot. This was it. He was finally going to tell you.

“Well.. It’s because I-”

“Y/N?!” You heard your father call as his footsteps approached your room. You both looked at each other in horror, knowing it was far too late into the night for your parents not to ground you for having your boyfriend in your room. With the door closed. “Are you home, champ?”

“Oh my god!” You whispered as you both shot up.

“What do I do?!” He panicked, looking around your room for somewhere to hide, knowing the window would take too long to crawl through.

“Closet! Closet!” You pushed him into the small space and the door behind him as your father opened the one to your room. You awkwardly leaned against the door, silently cursing yourself for being so obvious. “Hey, Dad! What’s up? Are you hungry? I sure am.”

“Hey, kiddo..” He said slowly. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Uh, stretching,” You chuckled nervously, making him give you an odd look. “What? It helps with my cramps. I have such a heavy flow. I read somewhere that sometimes you just need to realign your pevlic-”

“Okay, forget I asked!” He interrupted, scrunching his nose. “Do you have time to talk?”

“Oh, no need. I’m not mad at you anymore,” You smiled, making your way to the bed.

“You.. aren’t?” His face twisted in confusion. “Are you sick? Oh my god.. Do you have a concussion? Quick, how many fingers am I holding up?!”

“Dad!” You shouted before laughing. “I’m okay! What did you need to tell me?”

“I was mostly just checking to see if you were home,” He sighed. “You heard everything we were just talking about, huh?”

“Not everything,” You shrugged. “But enough to understand why you did what you did... Look, I don’t know if I’ll ever really forgive you for sleeping with my best friend’s mom, who just so happens to be my science teacher too. But I’m not mad anymore.”

“Hey, I’ll take it,” He nodded and chuckled before walking over to you. You stood up so he could engulf you in one of his famous bear hugs. “I’m so so so sorry, kiddo. I never meant to hurt you. I was acting so selfish. I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve such an amazing kid.”

“I’m sorry too,” You mumbled into his chest. He pulled away slightly to give you a confused look. “I feel bad for the way I acted towards you now that I know this whole situation wasn’t all your fault.”

“I thought you were actually taking it pretty easy on me,” He chuckled, pulling you back and kissing the top of your head. He waited a moment before speaking in his best Crush from Nemo impression. “I missed you, duuude.”

“I missed you too, Dad,” You smiled, taking in his scent and relaxing into his arms. You really did miss him and his stupid Crush impression. You felt a weight lift from your shoulders at that moment. You got your best friend back.

“So, uh, your mom thought it was best if I told you that.. well, life’s going to be a little different now,” He said as he pulled away again, sitting you down as he spoke. “We decided to go ahead and file for divorce, but that doesn’t change how much we love you. And we’ll always be here for you. I’m going to get an apartment in town. You’ll spend two weeks with your mom and then two weeks with me. And I’m only a call away if you need me to come into town.”

“So that’s really it, huh?” You pursed your lips. He nodded sadly. “I guess I can live with that. It’ll only be for the next two years anyway.”

“Don’t remind me,” He pretended to choke up, making you laugh again. “But hey, I gotta go. I’m driving back to LA tonight. But, uh, word of advice?”

You looked up as he paused at your door frame.

“Next time you hide your boyfriend in the closet, make sure to kick his shoes under the bed before I walk in,” He smirked before closing your door. Your jaw dropped as you looked over to see Stiles’ converse tossed carelessly next to your bed as your boyfriend peaked his head out of the closet.

“Yeah, that one’s on me,” He mumbled awkwardly, making you throw your head back in laughter.

———

“Hey, I saw the Jeep in the driveway so I let myself- woah.. This place is trashed,” You stopped in your tracks to step over the pile of Scott’s belongings at the door. You looked up to see Scott frantically pacing around his room in search of something, carelessly throwing everything around.

“Hey, you,” Stiles smiled and spun in his desk chair to face you. You returned the smile as you bent down to greet him with a kiss before he twirled back around to watch the shit show unfold.

“So what’s Scott bugging out about?” You laughed, leaning your arm on Stiles’ shoulder. You both watched your friend tear a blanket off his bed before he huffed and tried looking somewhere else.

“He’s looking for his phone, which by the way? OBVIOUSLY ISN’T IN THIS ROOM!” Stiles waved his arms at his best friend. “I mean why not just buy another one?”

“I can’t afford another one! I need to get a hold of Derek!” Scott huffed, dropping to his stomach to look under his bed.

“Okay.. Am I missing something?” You furrowed your brows as he walked past you. “Why are you trying to get in contact with the guy who tried killing you?”

“I need to find him so that I can save Allison,” Scott explained as he threw a ball from his desk behind him, hitting Stiles in the side of the head. “Peter’s going to hurt her in order to get to him.”

“You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting. You remember that, when he was trying to kill you?” Stiles asked sarcastically, throwing the ball away. “Before you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Are you started to see a pattern of violent behavior here?!”

“He wasn’t going to kill anyone,” Scott paused his frantic search, taking on a more serious demeanor.. “And I’m not letting him die.”

“Could you at least think about letting him die? For me?” Stiles whined, making you chuckle. “What are you laughing at?”

“You,” You smiled. He scoffed playfully and pushed your arm off of him, making you laugh again before you opted to sit on the messy bed.

“Scott? You good?” Stiles spoke quietly. You looked over to see Scott was frowning, focused in on something. You followed his gaze to the window.

“My mom just got home from work,” He trailed off. His despondent tone was enough to draw your full attention. You watched his face intently, not quite being able to read his expression until his face fell completely.

“Is she okay?” You chimed in softly. Scott shook his head defeatedly. “What’s she doing?”

“Crying,” He hesitated before sitting down next to you. Your hand found its way to his back and rubbed it reassuringly out of habit. He smiled halfheartedly, keeping his gaze on the ground.

“Scott, you can’t protect everyone,” Stiles sighed, finally causing Scott to look away from the spot on the window as he made eye contact with him.

“I have to.”

———

“What did you do to Jackson?” You laughed as you walked up to the boys. They jumped at he sound of your voice.

“Nothing, what do you mean?” Scott chuckled nervously.

“Really? He just happened to agree to take Allison to the dance?” You asked. They unconvincingly nodded their heads. “No kidding! So I must’ve been hallucinating when I saw him rambling and sweating?”

“Scott went all werewolf on him and scared him into it,” Stiles gushed, he giggled as he recalled the memory. “It was awesome!”

“Dude!” Scott glared, making his friend’s boyish smile drop. “Don’t worry about Jackson. He’s been taken care of. What I’m more concerned about is the fact that you aren’t going to the formal.”

“THANK YOU!” Stiles waved his arms.

“Oh my god,” You rolled your eyes. “Those things are always so awkward. Plus, with the whole divorce thing, I kind of forgot to buy a dress.”

“It’ll be so much less awkward with me as your date!” Stiles insisted. “We can dance and make fun of all the people who are too cool to get up from their tables! We’ll have the times of our lives!”

“You won’t be having the time of your life! I need you there to protect Allison!” Scott argued.

“Scott, buddy, sometimes we have to leave out part of the reality so that we can convince her,” Stiles grumbled before looking back at you. “We can make fun of people and save Allison! How much fun is that?”

“So much fun! I’m totally convinced now!” You smiled sarcastically.

“Really?” They both beamed.

“No,” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “How would I help anyway? It’s not like I can defend her. You’re talking to the girl who took karate for a month and dropped out because it was too physically demanding. How do you expect me to fight off an alpha?!”

“Uh,” Scott paused before looking over at Stiles.

“Why do I always have to be the one to- Ugh, fine,” He started before placing his hand on your shoulder. “Look, do we need you there to help protect Allison? Yeah, sure. But what harm would possibly come from letting yourself let go and have fun? You deserve it after the shitty week you’ve had. If not for you, then do it for me. Do you realize how long I’ve been dreaming of taking you to the formal? I’ve been wishing for this day to come since like middle school. Don’t take that away from me!”

He giggled before smiling softly down at you, making your heart melt into a puddle. You had no clue how this boy could make your entire perspective change in the matter of a minute, but he did. It might be a stupid dance, but you had a sweet boyfriend who was excited about taking you to it. That in itself was enough motivation to make you want to go.

“Okay, fine,” You chuckled before Stiles threw his fist up in the air in pride.

“Take notes, Scott. You could really use a lesson in persuasion,” He smirked. Scott rolled his eyes.

“Don’t push it, Stilinski,” You warned as you walked off to your locker. “If you’re making me go to this thing, you have to go dress shopping with me and the girls.”

“Wait, what? No! Is it too late to convince you not to go?” He cried as he jogged after you.

———

“Oh, sweetie!” Melissa’s hand flew to her mouth as she opened her front door. “You look amazing. You look so grown up! Where did the time go?”

“Oh, stop it you,” You blushed, making her laugh. You opted for a simple black dress but dressed it up with your favorite accessories and finished off the look with a smokey eye and loose, effortless curls that took HOURS. Thank god for heat protectant.

“I can’t believe Scott asked you to be his date for the formal! I know, I know! It’s just as friends but I’ve been dreaming of the two of you getting together since you were born. All I’m saying is if I were you, I would act on it! You two have such chemistry and would make the cutest babies,” She beamed before gasping. “Let me go get my camera!”

“Date? … Babies?” You mumbled to yourself before shouting. “SCOTT!”

“Just play along,” He hissed, buttoning his shirt up as he jogged downstairs. “She wouldn’t let me go unless-”

“Say cheese!” Melissa called as she ran out of the kitchen. She snapped a picture and looked at it to realize that you were shooting Scott a death glare. “Okay, um.. Let’s try that one more time. Give me happy faces! … Yes, perfect! Okay, Scott! Put your hands on her waist from behind!”

“I’m gonna kill you,” You whispered through your smile as she snapped another picture and squealed.

“I told her we’re taking your mom’s car,” He muttered through the grin. You snapped around to look at him with wide eyes.

“Yes! Kiss him! This would be an amazing shot!” Melissa giggled. You both groaned and made your way back to your house. “Where are you going?! I want you to dip her like you’re doing the tango!”

“BYE MOM!” Scott called as he closed the door. He turned around and saw you walking back to your house, following closely behind you.

“Keys are in the bowl next to the kitchen,” You said, digging in your purse to find your house key.

“You want me to go alone?!” He yelped. “Are you crazy? That woman scares the living hell out of me!”

“You got yourself in this situation!” You snapped, handing him the key. “Get yourself out of it! My ride’s here. Good luck! See you there!”

“Can’t I just ride with you guys?” He called after you as you made your way to Stiles’ jeep in your driveway. “Y/N, please! She’s scarier than Peter!”

“She’s drunk! She won’t remember a thing!” You giggled and waved before Stiles got out of the car to greet you. “Hey. You look so handsome!”

“Hey- Y/N, oh wow. You look- WOAH!” He fumbled the box in his hands, almost dropping it to the ground before collecting himself. You giggled at his nervous behavior. “You.. You look beautiful. No more than that, you look jaw-dropping, heavenly even! Could you pinch me? Because this feels like a dream.”

“How about I kiss you instead?” You smiled.

“Kissing works too,” He nodded as you giggled and placed a sweet kiss onto his lips. You felt him ease into you, the nerves suddenly disappearing. “Oh! Before I forget, I asked Lydia to help me choose a corsage for your dress. So um, may I?”

“You did?” You looked up at him in utter adoration of the lengths he went to for a cheesy wrist flower. “That’s so sweet. I-.. Thank you.”

“To be fair, she pushed me into the lockers today and threatened to let her choose a corsage for you. She gave it to me when you and Allison were getting Auntie Anne’s,” He admitted as he reached for your wrist. “But this thing is so cool! Watch this!”

He straightened out the corsage before slapping it around your wrist, making it snap into formation. You looked up with wide eyes.

“Woah! That’s like the slap bracelets they used sell at the book fair!” You giggled at his excited grin.

“That’s what I said! I had to refrain from playing with it all afternoon!” He added, making you laugh again. “Now come on! We need to get there before Jackson and Al do!”

———

“M’lady,” Stiles smiled as he opened your door. The car ride was focused mainly on pregaming. Not with alcohol, but with singing and dancing along to songs.

“Ah, thank you, good sir,” You played along, looping your arm around his as soon as your feet landed on the ground. You looked ahead of you to see Lydia staring back at you with her jock date wrapped around her shoulder. “Hey..”

“Oh, don’t let me ruin your nerd fest! Tonight’s your night!” She playfully mocked before walking away. She made sure to turn around to shoot you a reassuring smile and wink.

“She looks amazing,” You muttered in awe at the way her silver dress flowed entrancingly with the way she mindlessly swung her hips as she walked in.

“She pales in comparison to you,” Stiles said softly into your ear. You looked up and realized his eyes haven’t left you since the moment he parked. You giggled shyly as you looked down.

“Thanks,” You said as you looked up again.

“Seriously! You’re killing me in that tight black dress. You wanna just ditch this whole thing and make out in the Jeep?”

“Come on,” You giggled, dragging him with you as you entered the decorated gymnasium. To your right, you saw a group of jocks getting trashed off of cheap liquor. To your left, you saw the live band bringing the party to life as everyone jumped along to their music. You both happily joined the crowd in dancing., flailing around and dancing in the shittiest way possible for fun. You followed his lead, fish-lining him in as he jumped towards you.

The disapproving stares bounced off of you two. You were both too focused on having the times of your lives with your embarrassing dance moves. Anyone could see that you two idiots were made for each other.

As the night went on, your friends occasionally joined in, screaming in excitement as you all participated in dancing when Cupid Shuffle and Footloose were blasted through the speakers on the band’s water breaks. You all watched as Coach made a fool of himself when he caught Scott in the gym and laughed at the fact he played it off by dancing with Danny.

After a few fast paced songs were played, the band finally got to their slower, more romantic ones. You were both fueling up on punch from your crazy moves, still talking and giggling about Scott’s smooth playoff, when Stiles paused at the sound of the slow rhythm. You finished what was left of your drink before throwing it away in the trash can a few feet away from you.

“May I have this dance?” He smiled, holding out his hand as soon as you came back. You grinned and nodded, taking his hand as he led you out to the dance floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck before he smiled and pulled you in closer by the hips. “You didn’t actually expect to slow dance like Greenberg and his date, did you?”

“I don’t know. Seems like they’re having fun,” You giggled as you both over at the couple who awkwardly danced together, leaving enough room between them for some lacrosse player to sneak in between them and ruin their moment, making you both laugh.

You rested your head in the crook of his neck, feeling his fingers rub small circles into the small of your back. You wrapped your arm around his back and rested the other one on his tricep.

You felt his breath on your shoulder, making goosebumps rise all over your body. Your eyes subconsciously closed as you breathed him in; the smell of his cologne mixed with a twinge of sweat was intoxicating. The butterflies in your stomach were light, barely tickling at your insides. They washed away for the most part as you started to fall for him.

It was only then you realized it didn’t make you nervous to be held by him anymore. Excited and giddy maybe, but not nervous. Instead that feeling was replaced with a contentment. You could let those arms hold you for an eternity.

You pulled away slightly to look at his sweet hazel eyes. He smiled and rested his forehead on your own.

“Hey,” He said quietly.

“Hi,” You giggled.

“I kinda want these slow songs to last forever,” He stated, wrapping his arms around you.

“Me too,” You smiled, leaning in to kiss him when you heard your name being called from behind you. “Nooo.. Please tell me I’m imagining her voice in my head.”

“Y/N. Y/N! Have you seen Jackson?” Lydia asked in a worried tone. You turned your body around to look at her in concern. Stiles continued to hold you from behind, not quite ready for the moment to end. “I’ve been looking for him everywhere and Allison is dancing with Scott so I know he’s alone.”

“He’s alone?” Stiles spoke up as he tightened his grip subconsciously.

“You think he might be outside?” She questioned.

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t put it past him. He was piss-ass drunk last time I saw him,” You admitted. “Do you want me to go with you?”

“Yeah, it’s dark and scary,” She whimpered, making you laugh.

“I’ll be back,” You sighed, not quite being able to shake the feeling in your stomach that was telling you not to go.

“Can I borrow my girlfriend for just a sec? Thanks,” Stiles said as he was already pulling you away. “I’m not letting you go out there alone.”

“What do you mean? I’ll be with Lydia!” You furrowed your brows.

“Peter is here. The hunters are here. Derek is missing. You think the person who kidnapped Derek would struggle to take the two of you?” He challenged, making the feeling in your stomach grow. “Please, just.. Don’t go out there unless you absolutely have to.”

You sighed, trying to think over the music. After a moment, you finally spoke up again.

“Fine, let me just go-” You turned around to face Lydia again to be greeted by another person completely. You looked around and saw no sign of her. “Where is she?”

“Leaving,” Stiles pointed at the swinging side door. You looked up at him in concern.

“I can’t let her go out there alone,” You shook your head.

“I’m right behind you. Let’s go.”

You both rushed against the crowd, pushing into the hallway. He snaked his hand in yours before continuing to make his way to the front door, knowing she’d check for his car first. That was when you ran into him.

“Jackson?” You asked, almost not recognizing him without his usual smug look. He was scared. Guilty. “Are you okay?”

He stayed silent and looked at the two of you in a drunken horror.

“What? What’s wrong?” Stiles’ voice was laced with annoyance.

“I-I was out behind the school, and I..” He stammered. “I was.. out..”

“What happened?” You stepped forward, knowing nothing good was about to fall out of his lips.

“Jackson. What did you do?” Stiles asked from behind you. “Did you see the alpha?”

“Did you see the hunters?” All he did was look up at you. HIs eyes were revealed his overwhelming remorse. You both took off running in search of Lydia.

You screamed her name as you ran through they parking lot but didn’t see her. You looked around the school and peaked into the woods. Nothing. It was only when you saw the vibrant lights illuminate the field when you saw her. She was standing in the middle and a pair of red eyes shone from the bleachers. You both sprinted at full speed, screaming at her silhouette.

“LYDIA! RUN!” You both cried in horror as you watched Peter walk up to her. You were too far to save her but it didn’t stop the two of you from trying.

You heard his howl rumble through the bleachers as your legs carried you as fast as they could. Peter’s eyes smugly looked into yours before slashing through her with his claws. She went to scream before he placed his hand over her mouth, and with a smirk, bit through her shoulder.

“NOOO!” You shrieked as you ran up to him. She fell to the ground and you reached for her before feeling Stiles pull you away. His eyes were focused on those of the Alpha’s. You looked up with an anger-fueled confidence. Peter was hovering over her, ready to attack the two of you if you tried anything. He was silently pleading you to make a move as he scanned over your face.

“I would’ve so much preferred you,” He purred at you. “Look at those eyes. That rage. So beautiful."

“Don’t kill her,” You heard Stiles say. You refused to break eye contact. Anger engulfed every cell in your body. All you wanted in that moment was to see him dead. “She’s innocent.”

“Of course not,” He said after staring at her body before looking right past you. “Just tell me how to find Derek.”

“What?” Stiles stammered.

“Tell me how to find Derek Hale, Stiles,” Peter annunciated as he ran his nail across Lydia’s temple.

“I don’t know that,” His arms were shaking as they held yours back, not letting go of you in fear of your reaction. You let him do it, fearing the freedom. “Why would I know that?!”

“Because you’re the clever one, aren’t you?” He cooed before looking at you. “Or is that you? Either way, deception has a particularly acrid scent. Now here are your options; tell me or I tear her apart.”

“Look, we don’t know, okay?” Stiles confessed. Peter smiled as his eyes wandered back to you. “I swear to god we have no idea.”

“His heart didn’t speed up, sweetheart,” He spoke. He abruptly reached over and grabbed Stiles by the throat, placing him next to your ear and making you listen to the sounds of his struggle. “Tell me or your sweet Stiles will be the first one I rip to shreds.”

“OKAY!” You cried, causing the release of your boyfriend, you turned around to hold the back of his neck to see if he was alright before continuing. “Look, I don’t know for sure but I think the Argents took him when they were shooting at him the other night.“

“Tell me everything,” He growled. “You’re leaving something out.”

“He must’ve known about the shooting. I think he took Scott’s phone before he got kidnapped,” Your eyes finally made eye contact again before you spoke up again. “All phones have GPS in them which means they can be tracked.”

CHAPTER 13 ->

AHHH I MISSED Y/N’s DAD, DUDE! I was lowkey tempted to just like make him a bad guy but then i was like nooo 🥺 BAHAHA!

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