#ohhh this is hard .... paper rings?

[autisticlancemcclain]

i want it to last forever (all the magic and fun at sea) -- beachisode zine fic!

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The screech of the comm knocks Keith out of his laser focus. He barely manages to dodge the blow from the Gladiator, aimed for his face, throwing himself to the side at the last second. He calls out for the simulation to end as the comm buzzes and crackles with static, wincing at the feedback. By the time it settles into something that doesn’t hurt to hear, he’s gulped down three water pouches and sips slowly on his fourth, catching his breath.

“No it’s — my — Pidge, let go, it’s my turn!”

“Nuh-uh! You get to announce all the time! I want to!”

“I’m just better at it!”

“Liar! Let — Hunk, I am going to taze you!”

The sound of their squabbling makes him snort. He won’t be hearing any announcement for a while if they’re like this, so instead of waiting around for instructions he just scoops up his comm, tugs on a shirt, and heads to the bridge.

As expected, the sounds of scuffling only escalate. Keith can’t tell for sure, but he’s reasonably certain that Hunk and Pidge have graduated to actively trying to claw the intercom mic away from each other. He thinks he even heard the buzzing of Pidge’s bayard, as threatened previously.

As he’s walking past the kitchen, he hears static again, and then a clunk followed by brisk footsteps. Hunk and Pidge’s whining quickly follows.

“Aw, Coran, no fair!”

“C’mon, you always let Allura announce stuff! We never get a turn!”

Seconds later, another voice fills the radio waves, prim and proper and positively dripping with smug satisfaction:

“All paladins please report to the bridge, we’re receiving a foreign call.”

Keith snorts. Hunk and Pidge should have known it was a lost cause. There are only two people on this ship who Coran blatantly favouritizes, and it is neither of them.

He sees the exact scene he expects to see when he walks into the bridge — Hunk and Pidge sulking in their chairs, scowling at the Princess and each other, and Allura sticking her tongue out at them behind Coran’s back. As Allura mentioned, a calling code flashes up on the screen, dialling into their non-emergency line.

Keith walks over to his own chair and sits down, pulling up the number to look at its diagnostics.

“You smell like a gym bag,” Pidge complains, wrinkling her nose at him. Keith considers throwing his sweat-soaked shirt at her just to hear her scream. She turns to Shiro, who has just walked into the bridge. “Shiro, make him change.”

“Do not even think about it,” Shiro says immediately, looking at where Keith has his hands curled around the hem of his shirt. He rolls his eyes and makes a show of letting go. “And Pidge, stop being dramatic. He’s not even sitting anywhere near you.”

At once, Pidge in Keith are allied again, if only to look at each other and roll their eyes as hard as they can as Shiro watches, hoping to make him as exasperated as possible. Judging by the weight of his sigh, it works.

They smirk at each other. Success.

“So what’s this call?” Shiro asks, sitting in his own chair. He presses a button on his dash and the ringing noise accompanying the flashing notification mute.

“We were hoping one of you would know,” Coran says. “The call came in ten doboshes ago. It’s not a recorded number, and it’s encrypted, so none of us know where it’s from. The closest star we can triangulate to it is BX-SD78R3.”

All three present humans stare at the advisor blankly. He holds up a finger, ruffling through some papers until he finds a folded one, unfolding the thing like a map and staring at it intensely, forehead creasing as he tries to decipher the rudimentary Altean characters.

“Ah. The Road Work Ahead Star.”

“Ohhh, okay,” Hunk says. His understanding is echoed in the rest of the paladin’s expressions. “I know that one.”

A couple years ago, now, Lance got fed up with all intergalactically recognised names for stars and systems. He was not the only one. Try as they might, none of them were capable of memorizing thousands of strings of alphanumeric codes, especially not when they were translated into Terran characters. Hunk helpfully described it as hearing the letters but only static happening in his brain. The codes simply didn’t /mean/ anything, the way that words did. The whole thing was just a mess, and it made it hard for the team to strategise, because the Alteans would name a star or system, and the humans would shrug helplessly at them until they pulled out a map or pointed out the nearest planet they recognised.

Lance, of course, was the first to handle the problem. He spent weeks writing out a list renaming every single star or system to something the humans could understand, with their intergalactic names right next to them so everyone could translate. Many of the names were relevant, and made sense — names like Arus for the Arusian planet, Space Mall Moon for the space mall moon, on and on — but many systems simply weren’t occupied, or didn’t have an easily determined name, so Lance just named them after random pop culture things.

Whatever works, honestly.

“Did they send a message?” Pidge asks, clicking through the lines of code of the encryptions.

“Nothing. It’s just a call.”

Hunk hums, squinting at the calling code like it will turn into answers at his behest. “Do we think it’s Galra?”

“It’s a possibility,” Allura agrees. “If it were a call to our emergency line, then answering it would be worth the risk — many planets are just hearing of us and do not know our proposed safety measures. Besides, that line has all of Pidge’s anti-Empire tracking and encryption software. This line not so much. If we connect it and it’s an Empire infiltration, then we’ll get tracked, and we’ll have to prepare for an ambush.”

Keith whistles. “High odds.”

“Yes. So we’ll have to come to a decision, then. I sent the mice after Lance, he should be here any —”

“I’m here! I’m here! I’m not late!” As if summoned, Lance comes barrelling into the bridge, soaking wet, nearly braining himself on the ground as he slips on water and fails to catch himself since the mice are cradled carefully in his hands. Undeterred, he scrambles back to his feet and slides into his chair, grinning sheepishly at everyone else. “Sorry! I was swimming laps and my comm was in my clothes. Plus the castle signal is iffy in there. I didn’t know there was a meeting until the mice came to get me. Thanks, by the way.” He turns the full power of his beam towards Allura, who visibly softens, raised eyebrow turning into something more amused than annoyed. “Anyways. I’m here now. What are we doing?” He turns to his screen and notices the flashing call code. “Oh, hey, that’s Plaxum’s area code!”

Before anyone can stop him, strangled shouts ringing through the bridge, he slams his hand down on a button on his dash.

Keith hears Shiro’s loud “FUCK!” from behind him, which usually would make him gasp really loud and shout something about virgin ears, just to irritate his brother, but his lungs are currently occupied with the breath he is holding in them, waiting as the call flashes twice and connects.

Luckily, the face that comes into focus is not a smirking Galran officer.

Unluckily, Lance is right — the jellyfish-hat-clad face of a grinning mermaid, blue-skinned and bright eyed. Plaxum.

Lance has mentioned her once or twice in passing. He’s mentioned that he keeps in contact with a lot of people from the planets in their alliance, the mermaid planet included. He had not mentioned that he is in contact with Plaxum so often that he has her area code memorized.

Something gross and bitter churns in Keith’s stomach.

“Lance!” Plaxum — and Keith has never met her, but Lance has made it pretty clear who this person is — shouts, loud enough that it’s clear even through the long-distance static.

“Plax!” Lance shouts back. His beam has gotten ten times brighter, if at all possible. “How are you?”

“Lance,” Shiro interrupts before they get lost in their conversation, “maybe ask what’s going on, kiddo. We didn’t recognize the calling code, we thought it might have been Empire. Scared us when you answered.”

The brightness in Lance’s brown eyes dim considerably. Despite Keith’s distaste for it before, as horrible as that is, he’s sad to see it go.

“Oh,” he says quietly. “I didn’t mean — sorry, guys, I should’ve checked. I didn’t think.”

“All good, lad,” Coran assures, clapping him on the shoulder. “You did think, after all. You recognised the calling code. Next time let us in on it, but your judgement was sound.”

As he always does, Coran has said the perfect right thing, some of the guilt vanishes from Lance’s expression. He smiles at the advisor before turning his gaze back to the mermaid.

“Why did you call the Voltron line? You usually just call me.”

“‘Cause you lost your comm again, dummy,” Plaxum explains patiently. “You stopped answering after your last mission. I called to make sure you were alive. And because I needed to ask you something.”

Lance huffs, matching her playfulness. “Right, let me just ask Zarkon to hold off on attempting to blow me up so I don’t keep losing comms to laser fire.”

“It would be grandly appreciated, thank you.”

“Uh huh,” Lance snorts. “Anyways. Is that the only reason you called? You said there was another reason.”

“Oh yeah!” Plaxum shifts her gaze slightly, pupil-less eyes looking at all the team members. “You are all cordially invited to the Ice Break Festival!”

Lance gasps in delight. Keith is relieved to see he’s not the only one who has no idea what’s going on.

“I thought your planet was completely covered in ice,” Hunk asks carefully.

“For most of the year! But for one small portion, we are close enough to the sun that the heat skyrockets. Enough of the ice melts that we can swim to the surface, and that our plants can receive the sunlight they need to keep alive during the rest of the year.”

“And beaches?” Lance asks hopefully.

“Dozens,” Plaxum replies with a grin. “Actually, the Great Heat hits pretty suddenly, so it melts much of the ice around the shallowest parts of the oceans in the first day, pulling the ice sheet away from the beaches. The water is freezing, but the air is nice and hot. We’ve never had land-dwellers on our planet before, so I don’t know how it would be, but you’re welcome to come a day early and try, if you like.”

Lance is not the only one to immediately turn pleading eyes towards Shiro. Allura has joined in on Lance’s wistful retelling of sitting by the beach on numerous occasions, having many of them on Altea. Hunk grew up on a surfboard as much as Lance did. Pidge has fond memories of visiting the Lake Michigan beaches with her family.

Keith has never been to a proper beach before. But there was this tepid little man-made lake in a provincial park in Arizona. It was hours away from the Garrison. But once a year, every summer like clockwork, Shiro and Adam would drag him out to it, kicking and screaming usually. As much as the water smelt stale and the picturesque sand was replaced with uniform grey rocks, he has fond memories of that, too.

“I’d like that,” Keith says quietly, among the sounds of his friends’ shameless begging.

Shiro raises an eyebrow. “Really?”

Keith shrugs. “Vacation’s a vacation.”

Shiro doesn’t need anymore convincing (his softie ass never needed it from the beginning, honestly). “We’ll leave first thing tomorrow,” he says.

The team erupts into cheers.

———

Lance is practically buzzing from excitement. He’d taken off as soon as Plaxum had hung up yesterday afternoon, hollering something about getting everything packed. He’d been nothing more than a blur from then until late in the evening, rushing from the kitchen to the storage rooms to his own room and to everyone else’s room, too, making sandwiches for lunch and gathering towels and even digging around with Allura to find swimsuits for everyone. He’d spent forty minutes lamenting about sunscreen and how Alteans never invented it and how they were all going to get melanoma before Pidge had snapped and stomped off to go invent some. The whole thing had been very amusing, until Lance had marched into Keith’s room and starting bossing him around (“You can’t wear your boots to the beach, Keith! It’s the beach!”).

As the castle approaches the blindingly white sandy beaches of the usual icy tundra, Lance’s excitement builds in the air, and soon everyone is grinning, clutched onto their towels and beach bags and coolers and pails and volleyballs (or the Altean equivalent, at least.) By the time the castle just barely touches the ground, the anticipation is so great it feels like a balloon blown so wide and stretched so thin it’s a hair’s breadth away from exploding. Keith isn’t sure if he’s even breathing.

The second the ramp extends to the ground, they’re racing out the door, screaming with pure excitement.

“It smells like the ocean!” Lance cries. He’s legitimately jumping up and down in excitement.

“I am going to have such a good nap,” Shiro sighs.

“There are seagulls,” Pidge says gleefully. Keith considers telling her how much she looks like an unhinged toddler, especially with the giant hat Lance “Mother Hen” McClain made her wear, but reconsiders when he notices she is the one holding the pointy beach umbrella.

“Yeah, I’m fighting the urge to call her one too,” Hunk whispers to him.

Keith snorts. He follows the rest of the team down to the waves, carefully committing all the new sensations to memory in his head: the smell of the seawater, the burning sand beneath his bare feet, the weight of seven beach chairs in his arms, the wind whipping his hair all over his face. His favourite feeling of all is the tangible joy in the air, the almost sweet relief of a sunny, well-deserved break, where for once they are all sure that nothing is going to go wrong. It’s a naive assumption, and they’re smarter than it, but they leave their bayards in the bottom of the bags anyway, keeping their heads turned to the sun.

Coran picks them a nice spot to set down their things — close enough to the water that no one will lose sight of any swimmers, but far enough that no one will get wet. They’re pretty close to some rock and cave formations too, which will be a nice shelter from the sun as they say stretches on. Fun to explore, too.

The second everything is set down and settled, everyone gets right to whatever activity they’re looking forward to most. Shiro fluffs out his towel, has Keith slap some sunscreen on his back, then passes the fuck out on the sand. Allura curls up next to him, adjusting her floppy pink hat, sliding on her comically oversized sunglasses, and cracking open her book. Coran, Hunk, and Pidge bust out the pails and shovels and the blueprints they drew up last night to start building their sand replica of the castle. Lance straps a pair of dorky, bug-eyed glasses to his face and turns to Keith, sticking out his hand. On reflex Keith grabs it, curling his fingers into long, thin ones. It’s not the first time he and Lance have held hands (that was once a punishment of Shiro’s; something he would force them to do when their arguing got on his last nerve), but it’s the first time Keith feels his naked palm, rough and calloused all over, press against Lance’s soft and smooth one, no leather between them.

“Come find shells with me!”

Keith couldn’t even dream of saying no.

He follows as Lance pulls him into the water, stumbling after him as he sprints. Lance yanks him into the waves faster than he can process, and he’s up to his knees before the cold sets in, and it startles him so badly he laughs, loud and sudden.

They dive into the next big wave, and Keith forgets to hold his breath, coming up sputtering and coughing. Lance cackles, splashing water at him while he chokes because he is the worst. Keith is so painfully endeared that it’s actually humiliating, and to redeem himself he tackles him into the waves, revelling in his shrieking laughter and his later complaint of saltwater up his nose.

At some point, at what Keith imagines is Allura’s insistence, everyone else joins them in the waves. They immediately descend into a game of chicken. Pidge scampers up Hunk’s shoulders like the little rat that she is (Keith makes sure he’s out of biting range when he says that, and unfortunately does not expect a clump of sand to the head), Allura gleefully throws Shiro on hers, and Lance doesn’t even ask before climbing up Keith’s hip and settling behind his head like a particularly aggravating monkey (something Keith is happy to tell him) thighs bracketing his head and ankles crossed at his abdomen.

Keith goes so violently red that he’s genuinely kind of shocked that he can turn that colour.

“Squeeze any tighter, Lance, and Keefers over there is going to evaporate the entire ocean,” Pidge says drily.

Keith does not wait for her to get situated on Hunk’s shoulders, or for Coran — who’s refereeing — to tell them go. He charges.

Despite his brain relaying a constant stream of Oh God Lance’s thighs are wrapped around your head holy shit he’s sitting on your shoulders and he’s barely dressed his fucking legs are so long why are they so long does he have to be this attractive is that even possible what the fuck is the deal with that, he manages to put his full attention into going absolutely ham. He charges, dodges, leaps and bounds, intent on being the winning team of this ridiculous but admittedly fun game.

Obviously, considering who they’re up against, Keith and Lance are the first ones out. One mighty shove from Allura sends them careening towards the icy waves, shrieking at the top of their lungs.

With Lance’s calves a healthy distance away from Keith’s face, however, he regains his ability to function, and as such he thinks they accept their loss with grace. (Wherein Keith means they complain immediately about the game being rigged and dramatically profess how they are going to ditch everyone’s cheating asses. All in good fun.)

“C’mon, Keith,” Lance says, somehow finding their hands linked again, “let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

They run away to their friends’ teasing booing, sprinting to the sand and ducking past the rocks and out of sight, giggling to themselves.

“Oh, hey, look!” Lance points to a small pool of water surrounded by the same beige-ish rock of the rest of the caves. “A grotto!” He bounds over to it leaving Keith to quickly follow, sliding in as soon as he’s close enough. A sigh leaks out of him as he settles in, water up to his neck. “Oh, God, it’s sun warmed.” He turns to face Keith, flashing a smile. “Come in.”

Helpless to disobey and well aware that Lance could be full of shit, pranking him, Keith does. To his peasant surprise, however, it’s warm, but not hot, like bedsheets on a cold morning. Keith can actively feel the stress leeching out of his body as he leans against the rock.

“God, that’s nice.”

Keith hadn’t realised he’d closed his eyes, but he opens them again when he doesn’t hear Lance’s response, and quickly behinds to panic when he doesn’t see him.

“Lance?” he shouts, making no effort to hide his fear. “Lance? Where the fuck are you?”

Heart pounding, he pushes off the edge of the little pool, craning his neck over to the side, but he doesn’t see a mop of brown curls or a flash of white teeth or a long, flailing limb.

“Lance? Lance, answer me! La —”

“— I can’t believe they have these shells here, too, I mean —”

“Oh my God,” Keith chokes out to himself, hand pressed to his chest as Lance swims out from around the bend, eyes trained on his cupped hands. “Oh my God, I am going to smack you. Come here.”

“Huh?” Lance looks up from his shell, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He quickly understands when he reads the tenseness of Keith’s shoulders, the naked relief in his face. “Oh.” He smiles apologetically. “My bad. Saw something shiny.”

If it weren’t for the wobble in his voice, evident of choked back laughter, Keith would believe his apology. Instead, he glares at him, splashing him with an endless barrage of water until he pleads for mercy.

“Stop, stop, okay! I’m sorry for real!” He curls a hand around Keith’s wrist, squeezing, pulling it towards him so Keith can’t use it. His grin is wide and so so breathtaking. Keith can’t help his own smile in return.

“Thanks for coming with me,” Lance whispers when the water settles again. His grin has softened into something small, buttery and sweet. “Plax was telling me about this place. I couldn’t wait to bring you. It’s been all I was thinking about since we got the call.”

The horrible thing that had settled in his chest, that he had largely ignored since they touched down this morning, begins to dissipate. As Lance links their hands together, floating over next to him, it dissipates entirely.

“Thanks for bringing me,” Keith whispers back. He squeezes Lance’s hand, and he squeezes back, and the sound of their friends laughter echoes over the waves, and he’s warm and settled and happy, and everything is so, unbelievably good.

#i tried to write this for WEEKS i was so late lol #i was like in tears try after try after try wondering why the fuck it was so hard and then i was like wait dumbass #just do what ur good at. whipped keith and annoying family team #and then boom. thank u lyc for ur patience ur the bestest #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #lance #lance mcclain #klance #shiro #takashi shirogane #allura #princess allura #coran #coran coran the gorgeous man #hunk #hunk garrett #pidge #pidge holt #team as family #beach episode #brown eyed lance #whipped keith #oh and also my dear #plaxum #my writing #fic #longpost

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@absurdthirst's Kinktober 2023 Prompts

Day 3: Rimming, Fingering/Handjob, Dry Humping

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

| PAIRING(s): Maxwell Lord x fem!reader | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 769 | CONTENT: rimming, handjob, fingering, internalized homophobia, acknowledgment that the 80s were cringe as fuck | SYNOPSIS: Max might be confused, but his asshole isn't.

“I-I’m not so sure about—OH, ohhh,” Max moans.

You let the tip of your tongue slowly tease his ring of muscle. “Ssshh, just let it feel good, Max.”

The gold of  his pinky ring glimmers as it catches the light in his shaky hands, gripping the edge of the desk for dear life. His freshly polished black dress shoe bent at the toe where he pushes hard into the floor to ground himself. He lets out a shaky breath when you drag the flat of your tongue against his rim.

“I don’t–this isn’t–I like women,” he hastily explains as his cock gets harder with each passing second. Figures the macho businessman in a tacky power suit would get stuck on his own internalized homophobia.

“Max, I’m a woman. So let this woman show you how good you can feel,” you urge. No need to get into the fact that he was a complete disaster bisexual. He’d have to work that one out for himself later. He was already circling the truth when you noticed how his eyes lingered on the men in the porno tapes you’d pop into the VCR every now and then. He’d flush crimson and try to fuck you harder, as if you wouldn’t notice.

“Okay, okay,” he concedes. 

A high pitched whine gets stuck in his throat the first time you dip the tip of your tongue inside him. His breaths come fast and hoarse.

“I didn’t know this could–OH–never done this before,” he pants as you start to lap and circle your tongue in earnest.

“So hard for me, baby. Think you can come for me just like this?” you purr.

You reach a hand around to his front and start stroking him. He groans eagerly before you even finish your first pass down his length. His legs shake from the added sensation.

He reaches one hand behind his back from where you’d just left and pulls himself open wider for you to explore. “Can you go deeper?” he warbles.

You smile to yourself and shove as much of your tongue inside him as you can while stroking him harder and faster. He lets out a glorious, agonized moan.

“More, more please, MORE,” he cries. His hand finds its way to the back of your head, his massive hands cradling it with ease, and gently pushes you into him.

You moan at the feeling of him clenching on either side of your face as you bury yourself in him. His muscles tense and flex like he’s trying to stave off his orgasm. You pull back and spit a hot pearl of saliva directly into the taut center of his asshole and use it for lube as you prod his entrance with your thumb.

He makes a shrill sort of groaning sound at your tease of stretching him with a finger.

You curl your other four fingers forward and up until you’re cupping and groping his balls. His knees start to give way, and he catches himself on the desk with two trembling arms.

“Come for me just like this, Max,” you urge. You spit into your hand and quickly resume jerking him over his desk full of work papers.

When you advance your thumb inside him up to the first knuckle, he can’t hold off any longer. He makes a strangled wail as his hole sucks in more of your thumb and he spills onto his desk in several long, thick ropes of cum.

“FUCK!” he sobs. Sweat trickles down his temple and neck until the drips pool and absorb into the stupid white collar of his color contrast button-up.

You let him take a few breaths before gently removing your finger. He moans again at the feeling of something filling and moving in his asshole.

“How was that, baby?” you ask softly, biting back the triumphant grin threatening to plaster itself onto your features. You get up from your knees behind him and nuzzle against his bicep that’s still holding him up against the desk. “Did you like how that felt? Me playing with your ass?”

Max flushes considerably at your gentle teasing, but he’s quick to recover when he notices the mess on his desk.

“Shit. I needed these reports by tomorrow morning,” he laments as he assesses what little of his work is salvageable, most of it covered in his cum.

“Oops,” you giggle.

“Looks like we’re working late tonight,” he sighs with a cluck of his tongue.

Max might be slowly coming to terms with his disaster bisexual destiny, but one thing will never change: the man is a workaholic.

#kinktober #Maxwell Lord #pedro pascal characters

[waitingforthesunrise]

HIIIIII ARIIII <333

HERE ARE THE SILLY QUESTIONS ASDFHGYURFHGH :3

what’s a sound you hate and what's a sound you love?

what’s your biggest “what if”?

do you believe in ghosts or aliens or both or neither?

what’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

do you believe in love at first sight? and why?

it's okie if the answers are like super long <3

HIIIII

CHALK SQUEAKING AGAINST THE BOARD JDKFHLDH NO NO NO hmmm people laughing happily

ohhh that's a hard one. let's see. what if....dragons exist????

yes aliens -- in some form or fashion i think there's other intelliegnt life forms. and yes ghosts in a way...

paper rings by taylor swift!

not 'love' exactly. i think you can meet someone and part of you goes oHH because it's almsot like your energies are recognizing. instant intrigue, maybe

#sorry this was so late!! #UR AMAZING AND I LOVE U

[skyler10fic]

Reveal - Ch. 3: Read

Summary: Carol and the other flight training cadets are sent on a training program with Agent May and her team for two weeks. Jemma consoles Daisy over Carol’s absence and reveals a semi-inherited power Daisy had all along.

Read on Ao3 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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Around midnight, Jemma emerged bleary-eyed from the Secret Warriors lab to find Daisy boxing a punching bag. 

“How do you still have energy?” Jemma half-asked, half-whined. “Let’s go home.” 

“I have to train,” Daisy panted. “You heard Morse. We’re definitely getting superpowers and we have to be ready.” 

Jemma planted her hands on her hips. “We have to be back here in seven hours. Train then.” 

Daisy’s fist slipped and the bag swung back at her face. “Okay, okay. What time is it anyway?”

Jemma blinked. “Midnight. I just said we’d have to be back here in seven hours…”

“I’m so not doing math right now.” Daisy shook her head and took a gulp from her water bottle. 

 “My god, you need sleep.” Jemma beckoned her out of the gym. “Have you been in here training every night since…” 

“Since Carol left? Yeah. Maybe I have.” Daisy swung her gym bag strap over her shoulder and followed Jemma out of the building. 

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Campus was always quiet this time of night. The others found it spooky, but Jemma kind of liked it. Peaceful, still. Except for the emotions of overly tired, stressed cadets, of course. 

“You know,” Jemma said after a moment, “she’ll be back on Friday. And then you’ll have the whole weekend alone together because Fitz and I will be in Chicago at the artificial intelligence and robotics conference.” 

Daisy huffed into the night air. 

“What?” Jemma inquired with a bit of fatigue turning her tone impatient. 

“It’s just… everyone’s always leaving.” Daisy shuffled her bag on her shoulder. 

“She’s only been gone two weeks.” Jemma realized her words came out more dismissive than intended and softened. “And like I said, she’ll be home soon. Safe and sound.”  

“She’s away because she’s training to be a pilot, though.” Daisy sighed. 

“Yes, she is.” Jemma raised her eyebrows at this plainly stated fact. Everyone who knew Carol knew she was going to be a flying ace someday. Hard to imagine it would bother Daisy now after years of knowing her.

“She’s going to be gone all of the time, flying on missions, forever.” Daisy sniffled. Was she … crying? Jemma looked over to see Daisy rubbing her exhausted eyes but no tears. 

“Oh, don’t rub,” Jemma reprimanded gently, “you’ll give yourself an eye infection, with all the sweat and makeup.” She reached out a hand and placed it on Daisy’s arm, both to get it away from her eyeliner-ringed eyes and to reassure her. 

“Just like my mom.” Daisy sighed.

“Sorry, I know I can be a bit—”

“No, I mean…” Daisy choked out a laugh at the misunderstanding. “I mean Carol’s going to be gone all the time.”

“Ohhh,” Jemma caught on. “Like your mum was. That’s why this is affecting you so much? Agent May often wasn’t around when you were growing up. And now, Carol’s off training to do the same job.” 

Jemma said it as if putting a puzzle together, finally understanding her friend and roommate’s moodiness of late. But Daisy just kept walking, occasionally dabbing at her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. 

“Things were weird between us before she left too,” Daisy admitted as they walked up the steps of their brick apartment building. They swiped their ID cards and the door beeped as it unlocked for them. 

“Weird?” Jemma hadn’t noticed anything unusual between them, but then, she was trying to finish her paper for the upcoming conference and had been more concerned about Fitz’s last-minute additions to pay much attention.

They boarded the elevator up to their floor, and Daisy slouched against the wall as Jemma pressed the button.

“As we were saying goodbye, she made some comment about being grateful she had us as her family, and I thought it was a romantic moment.” Daisy covered her face with her hands and mumbled the next part, but Jemma knew her well enough to make out her words anyway. “I tried to kiss her. Again.” 

“And?” Jemma turned around, suddenly more interested. She and Fitz had a long-running bet on how long it would take them. 

“She hugged me, but like really fast, and then! Then she said, ‘Oh, by the way, we won’t have internet or cell reception so don’t worry if you don’t hear from me,’ and then she just… got on the bus!” Daisy’s volume was getting a little too loud for this time of night, so Jemma shushed her as the elevator doors opened. 

“Shhh. Yeah, aww.” Jemma guided a stumbling Daisy to their door with a hand on her back. Sleep-deprived Daisy was a bit like drunk Daisy, but less silly and more depressing. “Here we go, inside now.”    

With the door shut and locked behind them and a lamp on for dim light, Daisy dropped her bag in its spot by the door and collapsed onto the sofa. Jemma knew if she had any hope of sleeping soon, she’d have to coerce Daisy into getting ready for bed. Jemma sighed and sat her laptop bag on the dining table. 

“What if we continue this conversation as we get our PJs on, hmm?” 

“I need to take a shower.” Daisy folded over so her face was in her lap. “What if I have it all wrong?”

“Have what wrong?” Jemma sat on the coffee table across from Daisy, in hopes she could be more persuasive face to face. 

Daisy raised her makeup-stained face. Her red eyes betrayed that she had indeed been crying, at least a little. 

“What if Carol doesn’t think of me like that? What if that’s why it’s taken all this time?” The tears sprung with more force this time. 

“Ohhh.” Jemma soothed her with a hand on her shoulder. “There, there.” 

“I’m so dumb, I just assumed…” Daisy shrugged. “She likes girls, I’m a girl, but what if I’m not the girl? What if there’s another girl? Or even if there’s not, it’s just not me?” 

Jemma gathered all of her remaining concentration and tried to focus on Daisy’s stream of consciousness. 

“I don’t know,” Jemma confessed. “Carol’s hard to read, so I’m not going to … Wait, though. You read her all of the time.” The solution formed in Jemma’s brilliant but tired mind. 

“Read her?” 

“Yeah, you know, you do that thing where you just look at people and know what they’re feeling, the way your mum can.” 

“I do? But I don’t have empathic powers.” Daisy scrunched her brow. 

“But you do it all the time!” Jemma rushed out, excitement at the realization fueling her. “It’s a bit disconcerting, actually. No offense. But especially with Carol, it’s like you have this connection. You two look at each other and it’s like you have this whole world, a language, the rest of us can’t hear.”

Daisy still looked skeptical, but her response made Jemma blush. “Like you and Fitz do?”

“We do finish each other’s sentences quite a bit, don’t we?” She cringed at being such a cliche. 

“It’s cute.” The corner of Daisy’s lip turned up for a brief moment. 

“What do you see, when you read Carol’s emotions or whatever it is you do?” 

Daisy shook her head. “I didn’t even know I was doing it. I don’t know.” 

“Well, what does she make you feel when you do it?” 

Daisy’s expression fell. “Safe. Bold. Steady. She gives me strength, you know? But that’s just a feeling, not a superpower. What if I’m reading her all wrong, and she just means it as a friend? What if I tell her and it ruins everything?” 

Jemma recalled something her dad once told her about a fairytale. “Love is a risk. We don’t know until we’re already falling if it has wings.” 

“That’s so beautiful.” Daisy nearly smiled again, just the smallest bit. “And it totally sucks.” 

Jemma let out a burst of a laugh. “Yes. Yes, it can suck. But it can also be worth a try. And I could be wrong,” she sent her a stern not-liable-for-this-backfiring look, “but I think Carol loves you very much. I’m not saying I know in what way, and I don’t have whatever power you do, but it’s clear that whatever you do have is special and I don’t think Carol would let you give that up, even if it’s not the same kind. But what if it is? And all this time…” 

As Jemma trailed off, point made, Daisy exhaled and seemed to center herself, to “sober up” a bit from her distraught state. “Yeah, yeah. Thank you. Hey, let’s get some sleep, huh?” She seemed to read the fatigue in Jemma’s expression, using that not-a-superpower talent she had somehow semi-inherited.   

Jemma would be lying if she said she wasn’t relieved and grateful. The two went about their nighttime routine, and before Jemma disappeared into her room and Daisy into the shower, Daisy stopped her one last time. 

“For real. Thank you.” 

“Anytime.” Jemma yawned. “I know you’d do the same for me.” 

Daisy yawned in response and giggled. “Goodnight, Simmons.” 

“Night, Johnson.” Jemma shook her head and closed her bedroom door. Living with Daisy was always an adventure, but she wouldn’t trade it for the world. As she climbed into bed and turned out the light, she just hoped that Carol really did love Daisy in the way they all suspected. Otherwise, their happy little friend group of four had an awkward future ahead of them.

#skywriting #daisy johnson #carol danvers #phil coulson #melinda may #philinda #philindaisy #daisy x carol #carol x daisy #aos #agents of shield #aos au #agents of shield au #slow burn #mutual pining #college au #shield academy #university au #marvel #adventure #fitzsimmons

[wrestlezon]

liveblog containment zone for aew dynamite 8/31/22

its aew time. i better see a convincing explanation for this cm punk business. also im 15 minutes behind because i waited for my friend to get home

ooo we startin with moxley ring promo boos!! well, he IS in chicago he sassin it UP OOH BIG WORDS to be honest i think its fine moxley is champ. hes a cool guy. i do want some sort of explanation/resolution for the punk side of things tho. you know, as a punk fan. ooooo paper match contract on the ground… whos gonna get it they should turn the lights out and then have the contract vanish. maximum cliffhanger im so curious… who… OH ACE STEEL POCKETING IT… THE CM PUNK CONNECTION… they cliffhangered it. mad lads wait maybe they'll come back to this tonight. im sitting up in my seat.

backstage promo with jericho okey dokey daniel garcia……….. ooooh hes pledging to the JAS but putting his cards on the table: no cheatery. win legit if you want my respect love to see it. the drama… all is fair in wrestling and romance huh

bryan danielson vs hager whoa table tackle already huh danielson trying SO hard not to kick hager in the dick lets go bryan chants im trying to imagine a crowd chanting for hager and its making me laugh. in what universe would this occur man that slap was loud tho hager doing his heel kiss moves, the crowd doesnt even have it in them to boo him ok now they perked up to boo him for his little walk around flex YOU SUCK chants lol bryan revvin up bryan danielson kick moves! bcc elbow moves! oh theyve been countered flips! grabs! ok lmao hager just casually took his hand out of that hold danielson cant lock him his head is just far too slippery ok he got the lock now hager really does have really long limbs tho. danielson wins with a knee! yay

uh oh its 2point0. time for the big faction beatdown oooo everyone got chased off now its jericho's time to sneak in. for the sneak attack GARCIA!!!!!! OHHHHHHH LMAO garcia's "oh i fucked up again -_-" face LOLLLLL

the wingmen are protesting in the ring huh whos theme is this oh!!! its morrissey! hes back to beat up a bunch of annoying chumps. for community service whoa! stokely is here too hiring morrissey… but for why stokely. to what ends!!! tony schiavone asking the questions i want answers to. what ARE you up to stokely! WOW AGGRO im so curious to see what becomes of the Stokely Faction

backstage with united empire whoa! don callis is here doing evil don callis stuff is he going to turn on omega, or are they both just trying to get ospreay's goat hmm :/c thinking…

whoa! kip sabian video! throwing down against pac

HELL YEAH MIRO VIDEO PROMO!!!!!!!!! darby trying to turn malakai's minions against him whoa. sting is saying stuff even. that black mist did a number on him

AHHHH CULT OF PERSONALITY??? CM PUNK!!!!!!! aww look at this sad boy (staring at a polaroid labeled DO NOT BELIEVE HIS LIES) hmm dang thats a lot of plates and screws lmao crowdguy got owned "i probably shouldnt have said that" hee hee oh youre still trying to be a good guy. keep up the terrible work at it king my foot is fine. turns out my 100% is just weak now sorry punk but also lmao how can punk turn heel he loves the crowd and the crowd loves him he could blame the crowd for encouraging him to do dumb bullshit but i feel like thats too much of what kenny said last or last last week punk in his sadlad era. he is soooooo sad and dejected ohhh!! ace steel is here. pep talk your student mr steel PUNK LOOKS LIKE SUCH A POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW LOLLLLL ohhhhh PUNK IS GETTING BULLIED AROUND A LIL jacket: OFF nips: OUT cm punk sadlad hours are OVER suddenly. just needed to get pushed around and yelled at a bit lmao ok dude really did just crumbled last week arbitrarily then huh either he oversold it or he is overly gassed up and gonna get owned again or win via the magic of Chicago (which uh. i mean. sounds lame when its just like that. we'll see)

JR arbitrates an argument between jungle boy and christian cage the spooky ambience in the background is making me laugh. opposite effect unfortunately youre not wrestling jungle boy. youre wrestling… JACK PERRY oh my. jack perry…

wardlow + ftr vs uhhhh whoops wait i wasnt looking sorry i tuned out at this point i was trying to get ingredients for lunchables

WHOA MOXLEY IS BACK the rematch is official i hope its a vicious bloody hell match i literally dont care who wins or who loses i just want a good fucking match which is what i THOUGHT i was going to get last week >:/ for dicking me around like this they will have to pull off an EXTRA good match to make it worth it. they could have just had a regular good match, but nooo, they did all this nonsense instead. now they have to make a legendary match to make up for it. is that what you wanted? pressure and expectations from me, the random viewer? biiiiiitch

backstage with the dark order oh no! preston vance is injured! evil uno is filling in to replace him! what the. andrade is here money??? the idea of andrade legitimately wanting to hire the dark order for any ends besides to sabotage them is so funny though they are not even the most competent out of the incompetent goofballs out there (the best friends, imo, are the most competent incompetents) oh i see andrade just has a compulsion, an obsession, about unmasking guys thats so funny because 10 and evil uno are like so not even REMOTELY in his path or field of view so andrade literally went out of his way to find the nearest masked guys and bully them i dont like the unmasking bits though but i can appreciate the concept of stupid badguy obsessions esp when andrade is doing them so incompetently just walking up and is like look money. hey. wanna take your mask off for me baby also 10 is always hanging out without his mask in vlogs as 10 so the privacy violation is less of a thing for him. not evil uno though leave him alone lmfao did 10 just no-sell that TASER

rush vs dante martin vs rey fenix vs yuta a taste of the ladder match on the ppv i see oh! yuta winning with the seatbelt! love to see it

backstage with alex reynolds and john silver oh no… your backups have been taken out. what now :)c oh hiiii hangmannnnn how unexpected

BEST FRIENDS ARE GOING TO LOSE 100%

i hope they at least give us a banger match on the way out though

excalibur forced to announce 10000 matches im glad they gave him more time this time around at least

the big semifinal! the elite vs united empire lmao kenny's entrance just DIGGING at ospreay there are so many crazy moves happening. im trying to pay attention however that spinny frontflip thing on ospreay though, yeowch did he get got for realsies with that "the basic sidestep" is my absolute favorite wrestling countermove ospreay just yoinking kenny's shirt off. im down for it oh kenny omega does cupping too. man's got a case of the pepperonis they pulled out all the stops i thought the elite were actually gonna lose for a hot second there

#livezon

[fivefeetfear]

Chp 5

……….

So let me get this straight, you were the top of the relationship?

I smirk at Blitz text before responding.

Yes. Even back then shy dorky me knew how to assert myself in the bedroom.

I sent back. I was currently in the waiting room of Ozzies with my manager as we waited for our meeting with Asmodeus. In all honestly I am very nervous. This club is always packed and it would be very humiliating if it wasn’t the nights I’m here! But I can’t think like. I have to be positive about my abilities to draw in and keep a crowd entertained.

“There she! The star herself Obscure Heart, it’s a honor to have you here. I can’t imagine how chaotic your life must be now that the whole rings of hell know all about you.” Asmodeus says as he approaches me and my manager. We both stand up and exchange hand shakes.

“Hello Asmodeus thank you for inviting us. And yes things are getting very crazy. My phone has been blowing up with calls and emails for meetings.” My manager brags trying to sale the idea that my time is money which it is. Every media outlet has been reaching out to me on socials for an interview.

“Well then I should consider my self lucky to have steal you away first! Now let’s go in my office and talk out the details.” The three of us walk to the back to his office, inside there was purple and blue mood lightly. He guides us over to a large pink love couch in the middle a large table with glasses and Champagne.

“So it’s really simple. I want to book Obscure for the month. Not only would this give you for sure large sum of money every night you work, but it will give you exposure and free press in the media. We have a long standing reputation of creating stars here. Versika Mayday, the Squirters, Ruthless and Taylor Swift. Of course she is in the human realm now.” I took in all the information as I look at my manager. I could see her doing the math in her head.

“It would save us a lot of money on doing press tours. People will want to come here giving Ozzies more money. I can see it now haters and fans pooling into the streets just wanting to get a peek at Obscure! It will be madness! No one ignores a mob, investors will be lining up at the door to have you make ads or promo their stupid shit online for 5 stupid seconds! You’ll be the topic in each realm!” My manager says quickly letting out maniacal laughter here and there. I had to agree with her it would make it a lot easier to get more exposure at a popular club that’s all packed each night. Giving me time to adjust to my new life and maybe work on my songs more.

“I say let’s do it.”

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“Yes! Let’s do it! I’ll call everyone to come in today for rehearsal we are starting this ASAP!” And with that she left the office to make some calls.

“Great and I’ll get the paper work!” Asmodeus hums as he too left the room. Leaving me alone on the couch.

“Hey toots~” or so I thought. I look up to see Fizzarolli hanging from the ceiling. He easily jump down and lands safely before me.

“What do you want?” I mutter leaning back on the couch. The clown was stretching and twisting his body every which way releasing a loud yawn. Did he sleep here or something?

“Oh come on don’t be like that. I still can’t get last night out of my mind~” he purrs straddling me down on the couch. Here we go again.

“Look that was a moment of weakness. It won’t ever happen again.” I spat with a scowl. This only made him chuckle as he tilts my chin up with a his index finger.

“Ohhh playing hard to get, I love games~. I Remember we use to play lots of games with lots of toys~.” He purrs into my ear. His hand slowly tracing up my inner thighs. I quickly grab his wrist and press my arm against his neck. Easily enough I switch positions with him on the couch having me on top while holding him down.

“You never know when to quit do ya? Im not fucking you ever! And especially not in Asmodeus office!” I bark.

“Why not? Me and him do it all the time.” He response nonchalantly. My eyes blew wide as I press harder against his trachea.

“What the fuck? Are you still pulling this shit!?” I was seeing red. All I wanted to do in this moment was fucking kill the bastard. He has everything and he STILL can’t keep his hands to himself! It broke my heart into pieces when I learned he cheated on me. I could never fall prey into his hands. I could never bring that kind of pain to anyone else.

I fucking refuse to be the other woman.

You are fucking despicable. You are a low-some individual, an excuse of an imp. And you aren’t worth it.” Gaining some control I shove myself off of him allowing the idiot to breathe. He cough and hacked for air as he lean forward on his knees. He sputter something trying to talk but I reach over and grab the bottle of Champagne by the neck and pour the cold drink all over him.

“As long as I work here, you will not speak to me. You will not come close to me and if you do I’ll kill you.” I hiss as I  turn around and left the office.

“ pathetic.” Was the last thing I said before closing the door on the chocking clown.

…………

That whole interaction was a week ago. And I kept my promise, I didn’t engage with the clown while I was here rehearsing. Thankfully it took majority of my time while at Ozzies. Fizzarolli had made several attempts to talk to me. Whenever I noticed him getting closer I immediately left or when he spoke I just ignored his existence. I was not here to play games. I was here to do a job and get the fuck out.

But whenever I would see him clingy to Asmodeus or seeing them act like a couple I had to admit it did bother me. But i had to play it cool, especially when Fizzarolli would catch me watching them. I was a bit jealous because the way he so sweet to Asmodeus and the way he makes him laugh was the same way he treated in our relationship. Then he slowly turned into a jackass that constantly criticize everything I did. Myself worth took a major blow until he ended it so abruptly, leaving me to pick up the pieces. But I don’t have to think about this! I have to think about my first performance today! And I was shitting bricks! I had to beg Blitz and the gang to come tonight. Apparently they all had a bad experience at Ozzies because the dynamics duo. But nevertheless they showed up! I was doll up and ready to go on stage. I easily spotted my friends amongst the crowded.

I had them sit front row, Blitz gave me his crazy ass pep talk before shoving me on stage. When I look out into the crowd I notice the club had to remove the tables in the back and set it up as arena for a concert due to the volume of guest that paid extra to come inside. My fans adore me the moment I step on stage and gave them a show. There were other performances before me but by the way the audience were reacting they are clearly here for me!  I got in place for my last song of the night wishing I had more to offer but the rest of songs are being completed.

I met him out for dinner on a Friday night

He really got me working up an appetite

He had tattoos up and down his arm

There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm

He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop

He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

A sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

He took me to the Spider club on Hollywood and Vine

We drank champagne, and we danced all night

We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise (a big surprise)

The gossip tonight will be tommorow's headlines

He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop

He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man (oh yeah)

A sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

I smile widely seeing everyone reaction to the song. The audience either clap or sway in their seats. I couldn’t fight the smile on my face as me and my dancers executed the routine with flare. My outfit left nothing to the imagination as I show off my goods under the hot light.

He got those lips like sugar cane

Good things come for boys who wait

He's a one stop shop with a real big (uh)

He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

(Say what) a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

(Say) a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man, woo

A sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

Candy man, candy man

Candy man, candy man

Candy man, candy man

I huff heavily as we end the song with a striking pose. My ears were filled with cheers and whistles as we took our bows. This feelings is so unreal. I wanted to feel this every night I sang! This is what I want to do for the rest of my life.

“Ok folks that was end of the show! I hope you freaks liked what you saw. And don’t worry for those at home, if you missed Obscure, she will be performing again in a couple more nights! So grab your tickets and bring clean underwear Cuz it’s gonna be sexy show!” Fizzarolli says as he made his way to the stage fulfilling his host duties. He sent me a wink but I just walk away from him to get off the stage to my friends. I knew me ignoring him is getting under his skin. He hated it more than anything. But no matter what he does it will never get a rise out of me.

“Say Obscure next time you write a song about me give me my props.” He cracks making the guest look at me in shock. The news has been skeptical about our relationship. I have been dodging any questions that hinted at any romantic relationship with the idiot and here he is confirming it!!

“I mean come on it’s obvious she still completely in love with me and who could blame her! Although it wasn’t that long ago, I cant seem to remember why I let that hot piece of ass go.” He says tauntingly a large grin on his face.

“Say Obscure what do you say about giving this wild stallion another shot? What do you think folks?” He asks the crowd. Some cheer words encouragement while others boo or cried as they shout their undying love for me. That’s it. He wants to play, fine I’ll give him what he is looking for. I turn to see my band and back up singers ready on stage knowing what to do. I smile devilishly at them as i snap my fingers.

“Play it.” Understanding what I meant they got back on stage preparing for the new song.

“Need anything from us?” I peek over to see my friends were ready for whatever.

“How did you-“

“Please I know that look in your eye. You want revenge, and we are fucking in!” He says excitedly. Satan i missed him.

“Just keep Fizzarolli on stage. Don’t let him escape." I say as my excitement grows.

“Got it!” They chorused getting into positions blocking the entrances around the stage. Let’s fucking do this.

“You know what numb nuts I do have a song for you, maybe it will jog your memory.” I say into the mic placing the attention back on me. Fizzarolli chuckles as he turns to me seeing that I was once again engaging with him. He tilts his body to the side as he stares me down happily.

“Oh is that so? I love to hear it.” And right on que the lights in the building cut off leaving a single spot light on us. The music began to play as I approach Fizzarolli towering over him as I sang into the mic.

After all you put me through

You'd think I'd despise you

But in the end, I wanna thank you

'Cause you made me that much stronger

Well, I thought I knew you

Thinkin' that you were true

Guess I, I couldn't trust, called your bluff

Time is up 'cause I've had enough

You were there by my side

Always down for the ride

But your joy ride just came down in flames

'Cause your greed sold me out in shame

After all of the stealing and cheatin'

You probably think that I hold resentment for you

But uh-uh, oh no, you're wrong

'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do

I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through

So I wanna say thank you

'Cause it makes me that much stronger

Makes me work a little bit harder

Makes me that much wiser

So thanks for making me a fighter

Made me learn a little bit faster

Made my skin a little bit thicker

Makes me that much smarter

So thanks for making me a fighter

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah, yeah ohh

The way Fizzarolli face looks is priceless. I kept pushing, tugging and poking at him as I sang to him antagonizing the little shit. He did his best to flee the stage but Moxxie and Millie kept him at bay. Blitz would shove him to the ground when he would try to leave from the front stage and Luna growl at him intimidation. He  had no idea what to do with himself and he look like like a scare fucking child.

Never saw it coming

All of your backstabbing

Just so you could cash in on a good thing

Before I realized your game

I heard you're goin' 'round playin' the victim now

But don't even begin feeling I'm the one to blame

'Cause you dug your own grave

After all of the fights and the lies

Guess you're wanting to hold me

But that won't work anymore (no more, aha, it's over)

'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture

I wouldn't know how to be this way now and never back down

So I wanna say thank you

'Cause it makes me that much stronger

Makes me work a little bit harder

It makes me that much wiser

So thanks for making me a fighter

Made me learn a little bit faster

Made my skin a little bit thicker

Makes me that much smarter

So thanks for making me a fighter

Fizzarolli did his best to stretch himself away from the scene by going up to the ceiling, but a few fans that had wings kept knocking him back down to stage. Blitz brought a chair on stage and grab the clown shoving him down on the seat. Millie and Moxxie made quick work by tying him down tightly. I took this moment to sit on his lap to give him my undivided attention that he craved so badly.

How could this man I thought I knew

Turn out to be unjust, so cruel?

Could only see the good in you

Pretended not to see the truth

You tried to hide your lies

Disguise yourself through living in denial

I wrote this line especially for him as i drag my finger under his chin wiping off a bit of his white makeup. His red skin peeks out slightly. His eyes widen in fear when I show him the smudge of white on finger, the way his trembled under me was oh so delicious. I had the power now.

But in the end you'll see, you won't stop me

I am a fighter and I (I'm a fighter)

I ain't gon' stop (I ain't gonna stop)

There is no turning back

I've had enough

Makes me that much stronger

Makes me work a little bit harder (oh)

It makes me that much wiser (oh yeah, oh yeah)

So thanks for making me a fighter

Made me learn a little bit faster (yeah)

Made my skin a little bit thicker (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Makes me that much smarter (yeah)

So thanks for making me a fighter (Fighter)

You thought I would forget but I, I remembered (ooh-ooh-ooh)

'Cause I remembered (ooh-ooh-ooh)

I remembered

You thought I would forget (ooh-ooh)

I remembered (ooh-ooh)

'Cause I remembered (ooh)

I remembered

Makes me that much stronger (ooh-ooh)

Makes me work a little bit harder (ooh-ooh)

It makes me that much wiser

So thanks for making me a fighter

Made me learn a little bit faster

Made my skin a little bit thicker

Makes me that much smarter

………………………….

Candy man by Christian Aguilera

Fighter By Christian Aguilera

So this is basically the song that made this whole story. There is more to come.

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[nott-emotionally-stable]

Professor Widogast stumbles into his classroom one particular Monday morning, silencing the murmurs of "if he's more than 15 minutes late, we're legally allowed to leave!" Well, he presumes that's what they're saying; his ears are still ringing from last night.

He gives his students a quick logical puzzle as a warm-up. However, more than a few moments later, the kids are all still gaping at him. Caleb doesn't blame them; it's not every day that your teacher comes in looking like a human punching bag. There's gashes still visible on his neck and hands, and his body is basically one big bruise. Even Caduceus’s healing paired with a long rest wasn't enough to fully restore him.

"Aright," he sighs, resigned. "Who has questions?"

Every hand in the room shoots up simultaneously. Caleb feels an amused smirk pulling at his lips- at least they're curious.

"Wonderful. Once you complete the warm-up, you may bring it up to my desk and ask one question each."

The sound of pencils scribbling across paper fills the room. The children start quietly muttering to one another, some discussing the problem, most discussing their teacher. Caleb rests his eyes for a moment. Ohhh, that feels nice.

It feels like not a moment later when his trance is broken by the sound of confident footsteps and something being placed on his desk. Without opening his eyes, he responds, "Yes, Elise?"

An assertive, yet slightly squeaky voice answers back. "How'd you get so hurt?"

"I got into a fight last night." He says matter-of-factly.

The room bursts into sounds of disbelief. "No way!" one boy exclaims, as another one shouts "I told you!" Caleb peeks his eyes open and sees a few hands exchanging some copper, as twenty students start demanding more answers out of him. Caleb allows the volume of the room to rise a little longer before trying to regain some control.

"Please calm down everyone, I do not need the other teachers angry with me. In fact, I believe Professor Biesdorf is giving an exam right now, so let's tone it down a notch."

The students are not relenting, so Caleb decides to remind them of the rules. "I am not answering another question until there is another paper on my desk."

It helps a little. Some kids are too busy staring at him in awe to continue. They all must have assumed he slipped on some ice or tripped over one of his cats. These students are too young to have been taught of any of his exploits, so to them, he's just a stuffy professor who spends too much time in the library.

Another paper gets tossed onto his desk. "What did you fight," a boy named Otto demands. He's trying to act unfazed, but there's excitement sparkling in his eyes.

Caleb pauses for a moment for dramatic effect. "Someone I used to call a friend." Gasps echo around the room.

Not much longer, another paper is slammed in front of him. “Did you kill him?”

Caleb grins, “Ohhh, no. She’s much too clever for that.”

Soon enough, there’s a steady stream of worksheets being scattered around him, as his students congregate excitedly on the other side of his desk.

“Did you win, though?”

“Hmmm… I would say no.” Caleb squints his eyes faux-menacingly. “But you better not tell her that.”

“Who is she?”

“For security reasons, I cannot give her name out.” An uncontrollable smile fills Caleb’s face. “However, in this room only, we may refer to her as Fiona Fancypants.”

“Fiona Fancypants?” One girl manages to say through her giggling.

“Yes,” Caleb says with wide eyes. “And you better not underestimate her.”

“Why? What can she do?”

“She is not a sorcerer, and yet, she can create magic without a god, without music, and without a spellbook.”

“But isn’t that supposed to be impossible?”

“It is, yes.” (A/N: don’t come at me if i’m wrong, im dumb and its 2am)

“What kind of magic can she do?”

“I’ve seen her send large beasts to another plane of existence. I’ve seen her glue together petrified people and then bring them back to life. I've seen her deceive an ancient hag with nothing other than her own cunning and a moldy blueberry cupcake.”

“Are you in love with her?”

Now it’s Caleb’s turn to laugh in surprise. “No, but I do love her.”

“Then why did you fight her?”

“She betrayed me.”

“What did she do?”

“Yes, what did she do?” a deeper voice asks from the doorway. All the kids spin around to identify the unknown voice. There stands a dark elven man with curly black hair that sits at his shoulders. In his left hand he is carrying a brown paper bag. Caleb mentally kicks himself. Since he used up all his spell slots last night, he slept at the Blooming Grove with the rest of the Nein, and then he teleported right to the Academy in the morning. Which means he forgot to pick up his lunch from home.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet… Ussek.”

Essek, who has started making his way (🎵making his way🎵) through the classroom, momentarily freezes in bemusement. “Ah, yes. My name is... Ussek. It’s very nice to meet all of you. I’m sorry to interrupt, but even the smartest teacher in the world forgets things sometimes.” Essek places the paper bag on Caleb’s desk, next to the cluttered mix of papers. He picks one up and studies it with a serious expression before turning it around, revealing it to be nothing more than a series of scribbles. “Hard at work, I see,” he says in the driest of voices.

“Yes, well thank you for the reminder. We were all just getting back to our seats.” Caleb gives his class a pointed look. The kids all groan as they return to their spots. They watch closely as the two men turn away from them, speaking in hushed voices.

“So what did Fiona do?” Essek teases with a quirk of the eyebrow.

“... It was a complicated-”

“She challenged your word in Scrabble again?”

“Yes! Every time we play!”

“And you responded by attacking her?” Essek asks dubiously.

“What do you think?” Caleb retorts.

“That she attacked you?”

“Ah, at first it was just Thaumaturgy, but then it… escalated.”

“Well, do not worry. Next week, I’ll be there to protect you.”

Caleb looks at the ceiling and sighs, a smile dancing on his face. “I am going to ignore the insinuation there, and just say that everyone missed you at family dinner.”

Essek mirrors his boyfriend’s easy smile. “Of course they did. I do float, after all. Now, you better return to your students before they figure out my identity and rat me out to the Bright Queen.”

And Caleb most certainly does not blush, because there is no way his super hot boyfriend just made him forget that he’s supposed to be in the middle of a lesson.

Essek holds Caleb’s gaze as he does a quick series of hand motions and vanishes. Caleb just rolls his eyes as he turns back to his class, because he knows Essek just Dimension Door-ed into the hallway to impress the kids.

And it worked. The entire class has their mouths agape once again. Except for one terrified-looking child in the back of the room, who has his hand up.

“Yes Charlie?”

“Is Fiona Fancypants still looking for you?”

Schiesse. It was not Caleb’s intention to traumatize any children, so he shakes his head and responds, “Do not worry, she is on a boat right now on the other side of the world. She has no idea where I am.”

And indeed, Jester is sitting on the deck of The Nein Heroez on the other side of the world. However, at this moment, she is giggling through her scry spell as she’s describing all of this to her own boyfriend. (“He looks sooooo fucked up right now, Fjord, you have no idea.”)

#critical role #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #professor widogast #shadowgast #ish? #my post

[sammyloomis]

random hobbies i think the ud kids have

hannah - she buys and repaints those weird dolls with the articulated joints. beth has 100% been scared shitless after turning a corner and walking into hannah wearing giant fkn magnifying glasses carrying a half painted doll head, and it’d explain why the washingtons have a doll house in the basement thats full of what looks like high end designer dolls fghjk

beth - bug taxidermy. i used to have this hc for hannah but i think it fits beth more tbh, i just feel like all the washington sibs have vaguly unnerving hobbies bein horror kids n all :’]. she made a butterfly display for hannah one birthday and its one of hannahs fave things in the world. on a related note, she’s the go-to sibling for getting spiders out of rooms

josh - goes to thrift stores and buys unmarked vhs tapes and just spends hours upon hours watching them in the hopes of finding some Weird Bullshit... tho its mostly old soap operas and ads from the 90s. the weirdest thing he’s found so far is what looks like a home made porno that halfway thru gets taped over with an episode of star trek. he was very disappointed. its what a good 60% of his shelves are made up of amidst the collectors edition blu rays

sam - sammy..... ohhh sammy sammy sammy what to do with you. sams the kind of person who, as well as being the mom friend, makes exercising her whole personality and i Love that for her so so much. as a fandom i think we’ve kinda agreed sam rock climbs recreationally, but i think we can extend that to Most physical activity. shes never Not moving or on a hike or doing yoga or at the gym and when she Isn’t doing those things shes either asleep, studying, working, or at a party following everyone around with water bottles.

ashley - once i read a fic where they mentioned ashley drawing with charcoal and its truly never left my mind since. she has them all over her room, taped to her door, over at friends houses where shes just started sketching and Left it there. for someone who hates horror and scary things, they’re always Super Fucking Creepy cause she bases them off her nightmares n anxieties. her hands always have black soot all over them and her rings leave little white spots when she takes them off

chris - paints and collects figures, everything from warhammer to gundams to ships in bottles, if its to scale hes gonna want it. its kinda hard for him cause hes got those big sausage fingers but he manages. has whole shelves full of the things and paints dnd figures if u ask him nicely. also owns a pair of those magnifying glasses that hannah has for her dolls and he looks like the epitome of nerdism when his mum comes in with snacks for him and he looks up from painting a fkn orc in his barely lit bedroom with those things on

jessica - collects bottle caps, she just has a whole drawer full of the things. shes been doing it since she was a kid and wants to find Some way to display them one day but not any time soon, has a surprising amount of variety considering she almost exclusively drinks diet coke. she also steals everyone elses before they throw them out and it’s not just everyones habit to hand jess their bottle caps when they open a drink, and she just makes grabby hands at them until they do

emily - emily has bigggg collage energy. but like, rly artistic and fancy shit?? like she goes to thrift stores to find stacks of old magazines and newspapers and art books and fashion catalogues and has whole scrapbooks full of her creative ideas. semi related, but i think shes Big into designing her own clothes and uses said collages as a way to kinda blurt her ideas onto paper in a more fun way. NOBODY but jess has seen these btw, they are Very Secret and Embarrassing

matt - BAKING!! matt loves baking so much i swear to GOD this boy knows how to make a killer tray of brownies. whatever his family dont eat he ends up taking to whatever party and/or gathering everyone else is at because he just makes so much stuff it’ll go to waster otherwise (and having a friend group where half of them are stoners defo helps)

mike - hes always struck me as a mechanic kinda guy?? like he used to hang out in the garage when he was a kid and watch his dad fix the family car and hand him the tools. it translated into him always wanting to tinker with something, tho he usually breaks it. had those “build ur own lamp” kits as a kid

#ash.txt #until dawn #im not gonna tag every kid cause no one cares that much anymore dfghjk #but yeah!! im still resolute abt most of these

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Aim For The Heart | Chapter 3: Plan B

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst

WC: 5.1k

Warnings for this chapter: language (jk will continue to have a potty mouth), a gun, attempted murder

Tag list; @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @teresaisla @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @scuzmunkie @sugaslittlekookies @jaebeomsblackgf @moon-asia

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger. 

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"Excuse m-me, sir."

Jungkook turns and his heart stops in his chest when he sees the wide eyes of a horribly familiar girl staring up at him.

You're clutching a piece of paper in your hands as a smile spreads on your face when you look at him closer. Jungkook blinks a few times, the rest of him frozen in horror at being caught.

"Th-This is for you." You hold out the paper.

Jungkook takes it limply, his eyes never leaving yours.

When the initial shock leaves his body, he tears his eyes away from you and looks down at what you gave him. He squints in confusion at what he sees. Then he looks back up at his target.

What the hell is this?

"Uh-"

"I hope it isn't c-creepy. I j-just thought it might make you s-smile." You brighten when he looks back down at the picture.

Jungkook swallows thickly.

On the piece of notebook paper, is a terribly drawn picture. But that isn't what's gotten his attention. On it, is an image of what he can only guess to be himself, sitting on a bench.

He looks back up at you, "Um, I don't understand..." His voice gives out on him as he fights the urge to bolt. Everything about this situation is telling him to run. You know him. You've known he was following you.

But you aren't outright telling him that you know...

What the hell does he do now?

You smile shyly, a small blush creeping up your cheeks. "I know it m-must seem weird. But p-please let m-me explain."

He nods uncertainly, forcing his feet to stay planted where he is.

"Ok," You wring your hands together and he watches in confusion as you blink a few times. "O-Ok, I like to d-draw. And sometimes when I d-don't have anything else to draw, I draw p-people. Then I give them the p-picture as a present to make them h-happy!" You bounce a little on the balls of your feet.

"But-..." Jungkook scratches his neck. "When did you do this?" He's starting to think maybe he's out of the line of fire. Perhaps he jumped to conclusions and you don't suspect him of following you at all.

You put a finger to your chin as you think about that. Then you tap your cheek, blinking hard a few times. "Mmm, I think it was Wednesday? Maybe Thursday..." You start mumbling to yourself.

Jungkook raises a brow, watching you curiously.

He looks around, no one seems to be paying attention to the two of you. Good, he can't be seen as one of the last people to be with you.

You suddenly speak up again, drawing his attention back to you.

"W-Well, anyway. I decided to m-make it and give it to you b-because you looked sad. Are y-you lonely?" You look up at him with big eyes and he blinks, looking away for a second to regain his composure.

Damn, she's nosy.

Jungkook clears his throat and looks back at you, "I'm not lonely. And as much as I appreciate the thought, I don't need this." Then he shoves the picture into your chest, making you flinch and grab it.

"Have a good day." He says curtly, then he turns and walks as quickly as he can away from the situation.

After a minute of walking, Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief to be out of that. He messed up. Now he really needs to get this done quickly before the target figures anything out for real this time.

The relief is short-lived though. A second later, he flinches when he hears a voice calling out to him and the sound of feet running.

"Wait! Mister, p-please wait!"

Jungkook pulls his hat down further and picks up his pace, trying to find a crowd he can lose you in.

He's squeezing in-between people and pushing past others, ignoring their sounds of annoyance. Then a hand grabs the sleeve of his jacket and he internally groans.

Shit, she's fast.

Jungkook shakes you off of him and turns to glare at you.

 "What?" He snaps.

You blink and cock your head to the side for a second before straightening it out, a crooked smile forming on your face.

"I w-wasn't able to introduce m-myself." You state simply.

Jungkook audibly sighs, "Look, I'm busy."

"Oh." Your face falls and he resists the urge to roll his eyes.

You look at the ground for a second, then you look back at him, your eyes bright again and the smile back on your face. "P-Please, take the picture. I have n-no room in my bag f-for it."

Jungkook sighs again and snatches the picture out of your hands, "Fine. Happy?" He waves it in the air before folding it and sticking it in his jacket pocket.

You nod happily, "My n-name is ____."

 I know.

"Alright." He looks away, trying to give you the hint that he's done with the conversation.

"What's y-your name?"

Gosh, she never shuts up, does she?

"Jungkook."

...

...

...Fuck.

Why in the literal hell would he say his real name just now?

He wasn't thinking. He just wanted you to shut up. 

You see the look of pure panic on his face and laugh to make him feel better, "Nice t-to meet you, J-Jungkook." He must have trouble talking with people, you think. 

"Ok, well yeah, it was nice to meet you. Thank you for the picture. Goodbye." He turns and all but runs off, finally disappearing into a crowd.

You watch him go into the big crowd and you smile, he was so kind. Giggling and looking down at your fingers, you turn and start making your way home. _______________

Jungkook hauls ass all the way back to his place, constantly making sudden turns and glancing around to make sure you're not hot on his heels.

When he finally makes it up the stairs and into his apartment, he locks the door and yanks his shoes off, hurling them at the front door and flinching when they slam against it loudly.

There aren't enough curse words in his vocabulary for him to scream into his pillow that would satisfy him right now. He starts to shake, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as his brain goes into overdrive trying to figure out what to do now.

He's never been caught.

Not once. 

He's never even been close to getting caught. 

In and out, one and done.

That's how it's always been for him.

Jungkook takes his hat off and tosses it onto the tiny dining table, then he walks over to his bed and flops onto it, face down.

"I quit." He mumbles into the comforter forlornly.

Then he lays there for a minute, contemplating everything.

"I can't quit..." He mutters to himself a second later.

It's impossible.

He can't quit.

He just needs to get it over with tonight.

No more hesitating, no more distractions, no more overthinking. It doesn't matter that she saw his face and knows his name. She'll be dead by morning anyway, and it's not like her friend is here for her to tell anything about him to.

Once he's calmed himself down enough to think clearly, Jungkook gets up and moves to his closet to pull out the safe. He puts in the code and it swings open when he gives it a little tug. He takes out the gun that he failed to use the other night, then he unloads it, pouring the little bullets onto his bed. Jungkook counts them before reloading them, then he dumps them out again, counting them before once again reloading them.

He does this whenever he needs to think, it helps him concentrate. When he's unloaded and reloaded it four times, he's finally able to take a deep breath. He sits on the edge of his bed, his head hanging for a minute before he lifts it and stares at the wall. _______________

When you get home, you kick your shoes off and head straight to the kitchen to grab a snack. You grab a little drinkable yogurt and grin as you open it up and take a sip. 

Then you move to sit on your couch, still gently sipping your yogurt. When you're almost halfway done with your snack, you pull out your phone and text Mina. 

You 4:32- Mina, I met someone today ^-^

Then you toss your phone next to you and grab your TV remote, turning it on you quickly find the drama you're currently binging and you hit play. 

After a few minutes, you hear your phone bling. You pause the show and grab it to see Mina has answered you. 

Mina 4:40- YOU WHAT? WHO

You laugh quietly and you're typing a reply when a picture of you and Mina making silly faces pops up on the screen and the ringtone you made special for her starts ringing. You answer it quickly, laughing when she shouts through the phone immediately. 

"WAS IT A BOY??" She shrieks, almost breaking your eardrums.

"Y-Yeah." You can feel the blush creeping up your neck at her next words.

"Is he cute? Is he single?"

"M-Mina!" You cry in embarrassment, "It isn't l-like that." 

You hear a disappointed sigh leave her lips, "Well, what is it like then?" She asks in curiosity. 

"I gave him a p-picture that I drew. He t-took it, Mina! He didn't say I was c-creepy like the other girl did." You're grinning from ear to ear. 

She laughs quietly as she realizes what this is about. "Ohh, so you drew a picture of him and gifted it to him?"

"Yup!"

"That's so sweet of you, ____. And he actually took it?" 

You nod, then remember she can't see you. 

"Y-Yes, he took it. He said th-thank you, and he told m-me his name!"

Mina laughs again at your excitement, "What's his name?"

"Jungkook."

"Ohhh," There's a teasing hint to her tone, "Sounds like a name fit for a cute guy. So, was he cute?" 

You bite your lip then whisper, "Uh, yes. He was c-cute." 

"Awww! ____ has her first cruuuush!" Mina shrieks again and you shake your head. 

"No, Mina. I d-don't have a crush on h-him! I just thought he was n-nice. He seemed like he would m-make a good friend." You pull at the hem of your skirt, your knees tucked up to your chin. 

You hear her giggle on the other side, then her tone turns serious. "Ok, you're right ____. No man is good enough to date my sweet best friend. Don't you dare pursue him until I get there and give my approval!"

You roll your eyes, "I'm not going to p-pursue him at all, silly."

You two chat for a couple of minutes, then you let her go because you both need to figure something out for dinner soon. 

You decide to finish the episode of the drama, but you can't resist and watch a few more after it. By the time you're able to peel your eyes away from the TV, the sun is starting to go down. You rub your eyes in confusion, I didn't realize how many episodes I watched. 

You stretch your arms above your head and yawn, "Ah, I should g-get some d-dinner," You stand up to go to your kitchen and scrounge around. You come up with a few pieces of celery, half a jar of kimchi, and one hard-boiled egg. 

You scrunch your nose at the emptiness of the fridge. You'll just have to go to the grocery store tomorrow. But until then, you decide to just go out and get something to eat for dinner and maybe find something for your lunch tomorrow. 

You pull your tennis shoes on and grab your bucket hat, plopping it onto your head. It doesn't go with the rest of your pastel outfit, but you don't really care. If it's comfy, then it's a win for you. 

Then you take your bag and sling it over your shoulder. Remembering to lock the door, you leave and head down the stairs. _______________

Jungkook thanks the man at the food stand as he takes the fishcake skewer and hands his money to the man. Then he bows and turns to make his way through the crowds of people that always come out at night in Seoul. 

He finds a bench in a park a little ways from the hustle and bustle of the city, so he sits there and takes a deep breath of the crisp evening air. Jungkook takes a bite of his fishcake, chewing it thoughtfully as he goes over the new plan of action in his head. 

A few people pass by while he sits there, one of them is a small girl with her mother. She reminds Jungkook of that little girl, Mi-Rah, from the other day. His throat constricts when he remembers the child's words to him. Then he scoffs and takes another bite of fishcake, chewing it aggressively. If that annoying kid hadn't distracted him, he wouldn't be sitting out here right now trying to come up with a new plan...stupid. 

Jungkook finishes his food, then he stretches his long limbs out, grunting from exhaustion. This hit is really taking a mental toll on him for literally no reason at all. He can't wait to be done with it. 

He rubs his hands together and stands up, stretching a bit more before heading in the direction of the target's home. 

He's going to finish this. 

Tonight. 

When Jungkook is a few blocks from her apartment, he slows down and glances around before slipping into the dark alleyway from the other night. Once he's in the dark, he slips the gun from his pocket and checks the bullets. It's an obsessive thing at this point, but it makes him feel more secure. 

He slides the last bullet back in, then-

"Jungkook?"

The gun clatters to the ground with a loud sound as Jungkook whips around to see the one person he doesn't want to see at this moment. 

Gosh fucking damn it all to hell. 

You're standing there, looking up at him from under your bucket hat. Jungkook scans you quickly, noticing you're still in your light yellow skirt and pink blouse from earlier. You have some bags in your hands as you smile at him. 

You don't seem to have taken notice of the fact that he literally just dropped the gun he was going to shoot you with. So, Jungkook quickly kicks it to the side, relieved when it slides behind a bag of trash. 

"Uhm, hi...____, right?" It takes all his willpower not to fumble over his words after being caught for the second time on the same day.

You nod happily at the fact that he remembered your name, "Yes! F-Funny to run into y-you again!"

Jungkook chuckles dryly, "Yeah, what a coincidence."  

You gesture to him with one of the bags in your hands, "D-Do you live n-near here?" 

Jungkook's nose twitches, but he keeps a straight face. "No, I just...I was out for a walk." 

"Ohh! Night walks are th-the best." 

"Mhm.." Jungkook looks around, trying to figure out what he should do. Maybe he should just do it now...yeah, that's the best idea. 

"So, what did you buy?" Jungkook asks suddenly, gesturing towards your bags. You take the bait instantly and brighten, bending down to place your bags on the ground so you can show him. 

The second you aren't looking, Jungkook crouches and grabs the gun from behind the trash bag he kicked it towards.

"Well, now. L-Let me see." You're crouched on your heels, looking through the bags. Jungkook cocks the gun and raises it, his finger on the trigger. 

"I've g-got an apple, that was from the k-kind old woman at the fruit s-stand-"

He's about to pull it when another voice rings out in the alley. 

"Miss ___! Is that you?"

Jungkook quickly brings the gun down, switching it to safety and stuffing it into the front of his pants. Clearly, he isn't thinking straight right now. 

You look up at that moment and glance behind Jungkook before a smile of recognition lights up your face. "Ohh! Mr. Ch-Chang! What are y-you doing out this l-late at night?"

Jungkook bites his lip in pure frustration and turns to see an older man smiling at the pair of you. "I was taking my trash out, and I thought I'd heard your voice coming from over here."

You grab your bags and scoot past Jungkook to greet the older man properly, "It's s-so nice to see you. It's b-been a l-long time!" 

Mr. Chang smiles and nods, "It has indeed. And who is this handsome young fellow?"

He looks around you at Jungkook, who screams internally, not knowing anything that could make this situation worse. 

"That's m-my new friend, Jungkook."

Oh, ok. So, that makes it worse. Good. 

Not only was his plan foiled, but this old man now has a visual and a name to put to someone should anything happen to you. 

Great, just great. 

"Ah, it's very nice to meet you, Jungkook." Mr. Chang holds out a shaky hand and Jungkook takes it and gives it a shake. "Oh, this one's got a good shake." The old man winks at you and you laugh. 

Jungkook forces a smile onto his face. 

He's always been good at charming people, that's what makes him so good at his job. 

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Chang." He says politely. 

"Well, very good. Very good. What do you say we all get out of this creepy old alley? Let's get into the light." Mr. Chang leads you and Jungkook out until the street lamps pour golden artificial light onto the three of you. Jungkook wants to flinch away, it feels like the light is exposing all the dirty little secrets he's got hidden away. 

But he remains stoic. 

You and the man exchange a few words before Mr. Chang clears his throat, "Alright dear, I really am an old man, I must be heading to bed. Jungkook," Jungkook looks up from where he was staring at the ground, "Hm?"

"Be a good lad and walk my young friend home?" He looks at Jungkook with such kind and trusting eyes that Jungkook finds himself looking away. 

"Of course." He mumbles. 

This man doesn't suspect a thing. He has no idea that the guy he's asking to protect his friend is the one that was about to kill her for a hefty price, and would have if he hadn't been interrupted. 

"Thank you. You two stay safe and I'll see you again, ___." 

"Goodnight, M-Mr. Chang!" You wave to him as he slowly makes his way around the corner. Then you turn to Jungkook and smile. 

Jungkook briefly wonders if your cheeks ever get sore from smiling all the time. 

"I l-live this way." You raise an arm to the right, the bag hanging from it dangles. Jungkook nods, then he starts to walk. You need to jog to catch up to him, his long legs take huge strides as he hurries down the street. 

The walk is silent, you sensing that Jungkook isn't really in the mood to talk. But it takes a lot of willpower for you not to start asking him different questions to get to know him more. 

When you've finally reached the stairs that lead up to your apartment, you huff in a breath. 

"Hoo, I'm so t-tired." You laugh. 

Jungkook looks at you, his face unchanging. 

You hold up a bag, "Would y-you mind carrying th-this up for me? I'm sorry, it's gotten so h-heavy during the walk. And I n-never walk that f-fast."

Jungkook takes the bag with a sigh, then he turns and hurries up the stairs, leaving you to huff and puff up them slowly behind him.  

When you reach your door, Jungkook sets the bag down on the ground and turns to leave, "Have a good night." He mumbles. 

"W-Wait!"

He turns back to you, biting back another sigh. 

"Th-Thank you...for today." You say softly, a hint of a smile on your lips. 

"No problem." He says quickly before hurrying down the stairs and disappearing around a corner. 

You unlock your door and bring in the bags, lugging them to the kitchen to start unpacking them. As you put the stuff you bought where it belongs in the kitchen, you think back on your day. 

It's so crazy that when you were so lonely without Mina, you were able to talk to someone new! A spark of hope comes alive in your chest that maybe you've just made a new friend. Hopefully, you'll see him again and you can learn more about him. 

You're so curious to know more about this dark and lonely stranger. _______________

Jungkook opens the door to his apartment, walking in slowly. 

He shuts the door and locks it, then he pulls off his shoes and drops them by the front door. After that, he walks over to his bed, pulls his pants and shirt off, then climbs into bed. 

Wrapped up in his covers, Jungkook stares straight ahead into the darkness. 

"How the hell am I going to do this?" He whispers numbly. 

His head is spinning with new plans and everything that's happened today, but he can't grasp a single one of those thoughts as they race by. 

Hours pass by as Jungkook tries desperately to get his head clear enough for him to focus. Eventually, he passes out from pure exhaustion, falling into a fitful sleep.

 The next morning, the sun slips through the blinds. The birds are just starting to sing their morning songs, their pretty little voices waking up the rest of the world. 

Jungkook shoots straight up in bed, "That's it!" He shouts, then he claps his hand over his mouth, remembering how thin the walls are in this apartment complex. 

A smirk spreads across his face as he takes his hand down, "Ah, thank goodness." Jungkook almost laughs out loud in relief at finding another solution.

He jumps out of bed and runs to the shower. It ends up being the shortest shower he's ever taken, he doesn't have any time to waste.

When he gets out, Jungkook grabs a bottle of chocolate milk and a banana before hurrying to get dressed and out the door. _______________

Jungkook arrives at the school before you, so he gets a paper and sits on the bench, as usual, waiting for you to appear. 

It only takes ten minutes of waiting until he spots you across the street. Jungkook smiles to himself and waits patiently. Sure enough, you glance across the street and see him looking at you. 

You feel a warm spark in your chest when you see your new friend sitting on the bench across the street from the school. You wave happily, delighted when he smiles and waves back. Then, he stands up and jogs across the street until he's standing right in front of you. 

"Good morning, ____." 

"Hi, J-Jungkook!" The smile on his face makes your cheeks warm as you look down at your feet. 

Then you look back at him, "H-Hey, would you l-like to hang out t-today?" You ask suddenly, but hopefully, afraid he might turn you down instantly. 

Instead, Jungkook's smile grows and he nods, "Sure. I'll meet you out here when you're off work." 

"O-Ok." You grin at him, not expecting him to agree so fast. Then you look at the time, "I have t-to go. I'll see you l-later." 

He waves as you turn and hurry into the school. 

Jungkook can't stop the smirk from coming as he watches you disappear into the doors of the school. If you insist on talking to him and making him your friend, then he'll just have to go along with it. _______________

"Alright, m-my little ducklings! Time t-to pack up!" You clap your hands to get their attention. They all listen immediately, moving to get their bags put together and ready for home. 

A few minutes later, the school bell rings, signaling the end of the day. 

The kids squeal with happiness and you feel your own rush of excitement, remembering that you have a new friend to spend the rest of your day with. The kids get into line quickly and you give them each a punch in their reward cards as they file out the door. 

The second you step out of the school, leading the line of little ducklings behind you, you glance across the street, but you don't see Jungkook sitting there. 

You try not to think too much about it and focus on getting the kids into the correct lines for the busses. 

You wave to Joon Woo as he climbs into his father's car. He and his dad wave to you and smile before driving away. 

Then you look across the street again, but there still isn't any sign of Jungkook. 

You bite your lip before turning and walking into the school.

Gathering your things, you think about all the things you and Jungkook might be able to do to pass the time. You're so consumed in your thoughts that you don't notice the knock on your door. The second time the person knocks, louder this time, you hear it. 

"C-Come in!" You call out, sorting the last bits of the worksheets that the kids did today. The door opens and Mr. Baek from class A walks in. 

You look up and smile at him, "Good afternoon, Mr. B-Baek. How can I h-help you?"

He glares down his long nose at you, "Did you give any thought to what I said last week?"

"Um..."

What did he say last week...?

Oh...

"Oh, uhm. Mr. Baek, I still d-don't understand."

"What do you not understand about it?" He snaps. 

You flinch, then set down the stack of papers and stand up while grabbing your bag. "I th-thought maybe you'd had a b-bad day-"

Mr. Baek scoffs loudly, cutting you off. 

"You aren't that dense, sweetheart."

The way he says that makes your stomach turn, "Ok, I'm s-sorry that you're upset. I h-have s-somewhere to be. If y-you'll excuse me." 

You move around him and hurry out of the room before he can say anything else. You really aren't sure what's gotten into him, but you're going to avoid him until he's over it. 

When you walk down the steps to the school, you look around, but Jungkook isn't anywhere to be seen. You try not to let it get to you, this has happened before. 

The only person who has ever followed through on plans with you is Mina. 

You blink a few times, then you start making your way home. 

"Going home so soon?" 

You turn to see Jungkook standing behind you.

A smile spreads on your face at the sight of him. "I thought y-you'd left." You say slowly. 

He shakes his head and steps closer to you, " I always keep my promises."

You feel your chest lift at his words, finally someone that isn't going to leave you hanging. Then you readjust the bag on your shoulder, "W-What would you like t-to do?"

Jungkook frowns when he notices something off about you. He knows it's none of his business and he doesn't really care, but he's curious. 

"Did something happen?" He asks, taking you by surprise, "You look kind of upset."

At that, you smile bigger, "N-Nothing happened! I'm f-fine." 

"Ok." Jungkook doesn't buy it, but he doesn't push you any further. He doesn't care enough to. 

"So, w-what did you w-want to do?" You ask again, relieved he doesn't continue to ask you what's wrong. 

"You pick." Jungkook gives you a small smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. 

You decide to ignore that and clap your hands together, "W-Well, I'm hungry! How about we g-get some food?" 

Jungkook nods, "Food sounds great, do you know any good places?"

You laugh and try to send him a wink, though it's the worst wink he's ever seen. "Oh boy, I know e-exactly what we c-can eat."

Jungkook gestures forward, "Lead the way."

The two of you talk about the weather as you stroll through the city, making your way to one of your favorite food carts. You don't have much to talk about besides that. You're trying to come up with some questions to ask him once you've got your food. 

Once you arrive at the steamed bun cart, you break into a little run. Jungkook watches you skip over and jump in place once you're in line. 

She acts like a kid. 

He shakes his head but hurries over to you anyway. 

You tell him all your favorite kinds and he suggests you get them because they sound good to him too. When you take your card out to pay, Jungkook beats you to it. He hands the man some cash before you can even blink. 

"Oh, y-you don't have to do th-that."

"I know." He says simply, thanking the man once he hands him the bag of buns and his change.

You two walk to the park that he had followed you to the other day and find a spot on the green grass. You plop down and pat the spot next to you, indicating that he should sit as well. Jungkook sits down and hands you the bag. 

"Th-Thank you for b-buying it." You whisper shyly. 

Jungkook shrugs, "No problem. Which one should we try first?"

"Um, the pork ones a-are really g-good." You say, taking out the two pork buns. You hand one to him and he immediately takes a big bite, making you chuckle a little. 

"Mm, you're right. It's delicious." Jungkook says around a mouthful of food. 

You nod, glad that he likes it. Then you start to eat yours, thinking about which question you should ask him first. 

"So, how long have you been a teacher?" Jungkook asks you suddenly. 

You swallow the bite you were chewing, "I j-just started at the b-beginning of the school year in A-August. I graduated from c-college last year." 

Jungkook nods knowingly, "That's good. So, you must be around twenty-two?"

You nod, "I am t-twenty-two, yes. How o-old are you?"

"I turned twenty-three in September," Jungkook says before taking another bite. 

"Oh, n-nice. And what d-do you do f-for work?" You ask politely. 

Jungkook swallows the bite that feels like it's stuck in his throat at your question. "I work for a small business. I just take care of client's needs and stuff." 

You smile, "That's a g-good job."

He nods, finishing off his last bite. 

"It pays the bills."

Why is he suddenly uncomfortable? There's something about you that makes him nervous, but he can't tell what it is. 

No, this is on his terms. This is all part of the plan, he just needs to play along. He needs you to trust him.

Jungkook glances over at you as you stuff more food into your mouth.

This is gonna be easier than I thought. 

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a/n: thank you so much for all the support so far! I hope y’all liked this one

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[thekisforkeats]

Ooh jm + shy kiss for the prompts?

Ohhh good one! I had to think about this a little and actually wrote up a bunch that didn't quite work at first. But! Here it is!

Set somewhere in the first few minutes of 160, in those weeks between arriving at the safehouse and Hazel Rutter. Featuring autistic Martin trying to navigate social situations because that is evidently what I write now.

(Incidentally the term "weak ties" was coined by a Stanford researcher in 1973. Link to the relevant paper. Credit where due, and all.)

(No beta no edits we die like archive assistants.)

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It takes Martin a week to convince Jon to come down into the village with him.

If he's being honest with himself--and he's trying very hard to be honest with himself these days, so he can identify any Lonely-type thoughts--he really just wants to show off his boyfriend to the nice lady at the little shop in the village where he's been picking up essentials.

Martin is a naturally friendly person, or maybe a naturally personable person. This was not always the case; he had to practice a great deal to memorize all the scripts to smooth social interactions that other people seem to navigate without thinking about it at all. It can be horribly exhausting, just going to the shops. It's one of the reasons the Lonely appealed to him; how much easier to just move through life without having to recite all those canned lines?

Now that he's out of its grip, he's come to realize how much those interactions matter. He's been reading a lot on the internet about depression and social interaction, about social circles, and one thing that caught his eye is the idea of "weak ties," those people we're not exactly friends with, but who we see on a regular basis and who help us feel connected to a larger community. People who don't really know us and yet know something about us that helps us feel seen. The bus driver who gives you a familiar nod every morning. the barista who's prepping your order as soon as he notices you in line, the shop lady who tries to keep your favorite tea in stock.

So Martin is trying to cultivate those relationships, to feel part of a wider community, rather than just relying on Jon. He thinks that maybe if he'd had more of that, before, if he'd tried harder to go through the world being seen, he might have handled Jon's coma and his mother's death in some kind of healthier manner.

Maybe not, of course, but he's going to use any tool he can to keep the Lonely at bay.

At any rate, even beyond being very good at social scripts, Martin does genuinely like people, he's a good listener, for an autistic guy he's practically a social butterfly. And Elspeth is a nice lady, maybe mid-40's, the kind of person who runs a shop because she actually likes interacting with a stream of customers on a regular basis. So she's just the sort of person for Martin to practice his "weak tie" skills.

Because, naturally, one of the key benefits of "weak ties" is that they are the sort of people you get to be public about your relationship with when none of your closer friends are around.

Yeah, no, all of the above is just flimsy justification, if Martin's being really honest with himself. He's just madly in love and wants literally everyone within a 500-mile radius to know.

That morning, Martin makes a big show of how badly he wants to spend time with Jon, no really, but he really does have to go down into the village.

"We're out of tea!"

"I don't think we have anything for dinner!"

"But I really want to keep listening to you talk about Scottish history!"

And so on.

Jon gives him a tolerantly amused look, and Martin flushes. Is he that transparent, or is Jon just that good at reading him?

"I suppose I can go into the village with you, Martin," he says, eyes glittering. "Since you're so terribly interested in the House of Stuart. I'd hate to leave you wondering what happened to James II."

Martin would feel guilty, but he can tell Jon is pleased to be "indulging" him, and it's not like Martin hasn't been listening to Jon infodump about whatever random facts Beholding's been given him all week.

They hold hands all the way down into the village, and it's nice, to walk through the place and be seen, together. It's comfortable. They'd held hands on walks before, long ago in London, before the Unknowing, but back then they hadn't been sure what they were, hadn't managed to broach the delicate barrier between "friends" and "something else." Now, they're "boyfriends," and Martin keeps finding himself wanting to go up to each person he sees on the street and shout, "This is my boyfriend, Jonathan Sims!!"

By the time they reach Elspeth's shop, he's feeling a little giddy.

He pushes open the door and the little bell rings, and Elspeth looks up from behind the counter and smiles. "Martin!" she says, and Martin's whole body warms in a very pleasant manner, that this woman he's only known a week remembers him. "Oh, and this must be the elusive Jon." She gives them one of those teasing smiles people give to new couples, glittering eyes and amusement at the silly things people do when they're in limerence.

"Yes," Martin says, and suddenly the words stick in his throat. "Yes, this is... is... umm..." Oh, why has he suddenly frozen like a deer in headlights? Why can't he remember the right words?

"Jonathan Sims," Jon says smoothly, stepping forward to offer the woman his hand. "And yes, I'm Martin's boyfriend."

It occurs to Martin, all at once, that neither of them have said that out loud to anyone else. No wonder he's frozen up.

Elspeth glances at the burn scars on Jon's hand only briefly, then smiles--and it's a genuine smile, not one of those pitying ones people sometimes put on when they see scars like that--and shakes said hand. "Pleased to meet you," she replies. "Elspeth Douglas." She has the Highland accent, but softened; she spent her 20's and 30's in London, she's said, and came back to take over the family store when her father fell ill. The similarity might be part of why Martin likes her--that and the fact that it seems that helping her sickened parent improved her life.

"Ahh, yes. The not-so-elusive Elspeth." Jon actually flashes a grin, which Martin finds remarkable. Since when is Jon... friendly? Well, maybe he's trying for Martin's sake. If so, Martin very much appreciates the effort.

The woman behind the counter laughs, and says, "How can I help you?"

"Oh," Martin manages, his brain catching up and letting his mouth work again, "we're just here for tea and things."

"Of course," Elspeth says. "I'll be here when you're ready."

They turn away, to go deeper into the aisles.

"She seems nice," Jon says almost absently. "Shame about her fa--" He pauses, and frowns. Shakes his head, looking irritated. "You didn't tell me about that," he grumbles.

"No, I didn't. But thank you for trying to keep it in," Martin says.

Jon sighs, lowering his voice. "It's becoming harder and harder to separate what I've learned on my own from what Beholding gives me. How much of my thoughts are mine anymore? Did I actually memorize all those facts about the House of Stuart, or am I getting the... mental Wikipedia page, as it were?"

"Seems like a thing you'd know," Martin comments offhandedly. He's focused on figuring out what kind of rice to buy. He wants to try his hand at sticky rice, which really should have calrose, but Jon likes jasmine rice. Do they get both?

He doesn't want to think about Beholding, and how much of it is Jon anymore. He prefers just thinking about it as something like a smartphone app Jon can use without having to actually have a phone in front of him. He does not want to think about how much of his boyfriend has been potentially consumed by some kind of eldritch thing that feeds on fear.

He really doesn't want to think about the idea that maybe soon, Jon won't even need rice anymore, and will just live off statements, no matter how much he jokes about his partner's "eating habits."

Jon has been talking as Martin's been staring at the rice, but Martin hasn't heard any of it. He's brought back to himself by a squeeze of Jon's hand in his.

"Hey," Jon says softly. "You okay?"

In Jon's voice, Martin hears all the concern that Martin himself has been feeling. He forces himself to look at Jon, and sees bright green eyes staring out of a deep brown face. He realizes he's gotten used to the color of Jon's eyes; before the coma, Jon's eyes were brown, like a deep carnelian, and so large and dark sometimes Martin thought he could fall right into them and be happy drowning there. Now they're green, bright and disarming, and Martin's pretty sure this is why Jon still wears glasses he no longer needs, to hide those strange eyes behind plastic lenses.

Those eyes are looking up at him intensely now, and Jon's brow is furrowed, and his mouth is pulled into a frown in a way that highlights one of the worm scars near his lip, and all of it is adorable, but it's also disconcerting for the contrast between the softness of his voice and the intensity of his expression.

Is Jon as afraid of losing Martin to Forsaken as Martin is of losing Jon to Beholding?

Martin frowns at him for a moment, then sighs. "I just..." He has to look away, back to the bags of rice. "I just... don't like thinking about that. Beholding, and... all of it. I just... I just wish..."

"You wish we could be normal." Jon's tone is still soft, and filled only with love and no sort of guilt or self-recrimination.

"Yeah," Martin says, still staring at the rice.

There's a hesitation, and then Jon says, softly and slowly, "You know... normal people deal with these sort of difficult things, too. There's so much out there that can hurt people... the things we deal with, they're weirder than most of the rest of it, but..."

"Yeah, I know, Jon, I just..." Martin hunches his shoulders. "Don't want to lose you again," he finally mumbles.

Jon hesitates a moment, and then he leans in to give Martin a soft kiss on the cheek.

Martin flushes bright red--Elspeth's right there!--and turns to stare at Jon. "W-what... what was... that for?!"

Jon, too, is blushing. "I just... ah... I just... wanted you to know that... that I'm... here. You haven't... lost me. Or anything."

"Oh," Martin says. "Well. Thank you."

There's a moment where they just look at each other, and then Jon blurts, "...Can I kiss you again? It's just, I haven't all morning, and I really sort of wanted to spend the morning cuddling, but you wanted to come down to the shops..."

"Here?!" Martin stares at him.

"We can go behind the shelves if you like," Jon says, blushing furiously.

For some reason, this makes Martin giggle, and then he leans down to brush his lips to Jon's. Softly, shyly, as if they haven't been kissing each other all week, because he really is terribly aware of the fact that there are other people around.

"Tell you what," Martin says as he pulls back, surprisingly breathless despite how short the contact of their lips was, "let's finish up the shopping and then we can cuddle all afternoon."

Jon smiles up at him. "Promise?" The smile widens. "You're not going to drag me around to introduce me to every villager individually?"

"I was not--!" Martin glares at him, but now Jon's smile has become one of those shit-eating grins he gets sometimes, and Martin can't stay mad at him at all.

"You knew," he accuses, but there's no heat in it.

"I had a hunch," Jon says, humming. "I didn't want to spoil your fun, though."

Martin rolls his eyes, and then reaches out to take Jon's hand again. "Well, then, we'd better get to it. Jasmine or calrose? Rice, I mean."

"Both, I think," Jon says. "I find myself very much desiring normality of late, and rice is a terribly normal sort of thing."

#wow this got long #thanks for the prompt i loved writing this! #the magnus archives #tma #jon sims #jonathan sims #jon the archivist #martin blackwood #jonmartin #jmart #otp: one way or another together #my writing #my fanfic #writing #fanfic #prompt fill #season four

[maxineswritingcenter]

You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 8

So some of the details I’m getting are coming from the Teen Wolf novel On Fire that was published in 2012. It basically gave backstory into some of the characters that we never really see in the show. Like is describes Scott’s father and describes him having an asthma attack. I really recommend it. You can find it online for under 10$ so it’s worth it. 

TW: Mentions of S*xual Abuse

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After the game ended, everyone else was celebrating. Beacon Hills lacrosse had qualified for the state championships. I played along until I was able to slip away back into the school, seeing as Scott was doing damage control with Allison and Jackson. The players and Coach were long gone, I slipped into the locker room door just as it was closing. 

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Stiles’ phone, and to my amazement I heard Stiles' ringtone echoing in the dark.

“Oh thank god.” I sighed in relief, following the ringing, “I was so worried about-” I stopped, the phone slipping from my hands. There Peter stood with Stiles’ arm in his grip. Derek stood in the shadows behind him. 

“Now who is this little thing, nephew?” Peter tilted his head to the side. His face had been healed completely of burns, nothing remained. 

Derek kept his stern expression, not meeting my eyes, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” 

Peter hummed, “Really? I haven’t seen you since you were about yea high.” He placed his hand at his chest. 

“Let him go.” I glared at him, not fooling around with his pleasantries. He dropped Stiles' arm. 

“Certainly, at the lady’s request.” He grinned. Without breaking eye contact, I reached forward and grabbed Stiles arm, pulling him behind me. He struggled a little.

“Now is not the time to be the man, get behind me now.” He complied.

“What the hell…?” I heard Scott’s voice ring through the empty locker room.

“Scott, no-” I was cut off by Scott walking around the corner of the dark hall, a towel around his waist. His eyes landed on Derek. 

“Thank God! Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what’s been going on?” Our eyes darted towards Peter, and he finally saw him. 

Peter had picked up a crosse, looking over it in his hands, “I really don’t get lacrosse…”

Scott gasped, “It was you.”

“When I was in high school, we played basketball. There’s a real sport. Still, I read somewhere that lacrosse comes from Native American tribes, and that they played it to resolve conflict. Do I have that right?” No one answered, “Hmm… I have a little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott… But I need your help to do it.”

“I’m not helping you kill people.” Scott said firmly.

“Well, I don’t want to kill all of them– just the responsible ones. And that doesn’t have to include…” He looked back towards Derek. 

Derek sighed, “Allison.” 

“You’re on his side? Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?” Scott asked, incredulously. Took the words right out of my mouth. 

“It was a mistake…” He said the words, but I wasn’t sure if he even thought they were true. 

“What?” Scott asked, clearly shocked. 

“It happens…” Derek looked away.

“Just a werewolf thing, right?” I glared at him, he continued to find the floor more interesting. 

“I think you’re getting the wrong impression of us. We just really want to help you reach your full potential.” Peter set the crosse down. 

Scott scoffed, “By killing my friends?”

“Sometimes the people closest to you can be the ones holding you back the most.” He glanced towards Stiles and I.

“If they’re holding me back from becoming a psychotic nut-job like you, I’m okay with that.”

“Maybe” He walked up to Scott, I backed away with Stiles, “You could try and see things from my perspective…” He sunk his claws into the back of Scott’s neck. Scott groaned, and fell when Peter pulled his claws out. The alpha looked at me, wiping the blood off on his jeans. 

“You have potential as well. Mark my words, in the next few days you may realize there is more to you, (Y/N).” 

“I’d rather die.” I spat. Stiles grabbed my arm. 

“I guess we’ll just have to see.” Peter nodded to me, then walked out with Derek following behind. 

“Laura would be disgusted.” I glared at him. He paused, looking over his shoulder for a second, but continued on his path out the door. Once they were gone, Stiles pulled Scott by the shoulders and turned on the cold water. He gasped, breathing heavily. 

“Dude, we have a huge problem.” Stiles said. 

“Trust me… I know.”

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After a confrontation with Jackson, Stiles and I drove home. There we found Uncle Noah at the kitchen table. There were papers and files spread all over and a bottle of whisky with a glass. 

“Whatcha doing?” Stiles asked.

“Work.” He slurred. 

“Anything we can help with?” He asked, so we came around the table to sit across from him. I looked at a paper. It was a report of the interview with Mr. Harris. 

“You know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice.” Uncle Noah closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. I took the time to take a picture of the statement, hiding my phone back in my pocket before he opened his eyes again. 

“Any leads?” Stiles asked, pouring the whiskey. 

“You know I can’t discuss that with you.” Stiles poured more into the glass, “Not too much!” 

Stiles slid the cup across the table, “Okay. There you go, Dad.”

“Thanks.”

“Bottoms up.” Stiles said, as we watched Uncle Noah down the whiskey.

 “You know, Derek Hale would be a whole hale of a lot-” He slurred and grunted, “Hale of a lot…?” 

“Hell of a lot?” Stiles corrected him 

“Hell… Yes… He would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get an actual picture of him.”

“How do you not have a picture of him?”

“It’s the weirdest thing…” He slurred, “It’s like every time we tried to get a mugshot, it’s like two laser-beams were pointing at the camera.”

“Nice.”

“Oh, my God… Ohhh! God, that ounce hit me like a brick. And I have said way too much, and if you repeat any of that-” He warned, pointing to both of us.

“Dad, it’s us! We’re not gonna say anything. Come on!”

“See, the thing is, they’re all connected… I mean, the bus driver that got killed? He was an insurance investigator assigned to the Hale House Fire.” He pointed towards a paper.

“Terminated under suspicion of fraud.” Stiles read. 

“Exactly.”

“Who else?”

“The video store clerk who got his throat slashed? He’s a convicted felon– history of arson.” That was the attack that involved Jackson and Lydia. 

“What about the other two guys, the guys who got killed in the woods?” The two guys that Stiles saw in the woods when he got drunk with Scott. 

“Priors all over their records, including-”

“Arson. So, maybe they all had something to do with the fire…” Uncle Noah grumbled. Stiles wanted more info, “Another shot?”

“No, no, no. No more.” he slurred. 

“Dad, come on! You work really hard, all right? You deserve it.” It was enabling and wrong to get the sheriff drunk to get information out of him. The dots were all starting to connect. 

“Oh, my God… I’m gonna have such a hangover…”

“You mean you’re gonna have such a good night’s sleep!” He poured another shot for his dad. He looked at me, muttering out of the side of his mouth, “I’m gonna have an eternity in the lowest circle of hell…” I patted Stiles' arm.

“Let me know if he says anything else.” I whispered and came around the table, “Goodnight Uncle Noah.” 

“Goodnight, sweetie.” He called. 

I went into my room and connected my phone to my laptop so I could get a better look at the report. Stealing evidence was a crime, but I was already doing enough illegal things that I figured it would matter too much. I pulled up the picture and enhanced it the best I could. It was a transcription from Uncle Noah’s recorder. 

𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃 

𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂: 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸'𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛. 

 𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙵: 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜, 𝚑𝚞𝚑?

 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂: 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚛. 𝚆𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜. 𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎? 𝚃𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢…𝙰��𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛… 

 𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙵: 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜. 

 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂: 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚟𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛. 

 𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙵: 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗?

 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂: 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 

 𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙵: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 

 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂: 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎? 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛. 

 𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙵: 𝚂𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖? 

 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂: 𝙽𝚘. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛. [𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 #𝟸0𝟺]

 𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙵: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜? 

 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝.

𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃

I didn’t need to see the evidence to know what the symbol was. It was the Argent family crest and Kate Argent is the one that burned down Derek’s house. She’s the one that murdered the Hale’s. That’s why she was a touchy subject to him. But there was something else too. 

-

The next day I was out shopping when I saw her. Kate Argent was in the sporting goods department, looking at arrows. She must have sensed me staring so I went back to looking at…lamps. 

“(Y/N)?” She called. Shit. I looked up nonchalantly. 

“Um, yes?”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)? You remember me right? Swim class?” And that’s what it was. That’s what connected Kate to the school. She was a swim coach. She must have watched Derek from there. 

“Oh right.” I smiled, “I completely forgot. With everything going on it’s been hard to remember.” 

“Right, I heard about your parents.” She gave a sympathetic smile, “I’m so sorry for your loss.” She put a hand to her chest. 

“It’s alright. It seems that there’s a lot of fires in this town, huh?” I smiled, tilting my head to the side. 

Her smile tightened, “Yeah. Unfortunate circumstances.” We both nodded slowly. It seems like we both knew what was really going on here.

“What have you been up to recently?” She asked. 

“Oh I work at the school. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting your niece, Allison. Such a sweet girl.” 

“She is, isn’t she? Kinda like how you used to be. It seems you’ve been associating with Derek Hale. He’s a fugitive, don’t you know?” 

I answered innocently, “I’m quite sure you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Which one? Associating with Derek Hale or that he’s a fugitive.” 

“Ms. Argent, I think you and I both know what a real criminal is. Now I am sure someone was chasing your niece around that school and I wish she hadn’t been in that situation. And I believe we’re assuming that all these killings were committed by someone who enjoys seeing others in pain. Someone manipulative. You had Derek as a student, does that sound like him?” 

Kate chuckled, “I know him a lot better than you do. A lot better.” She left, taking her arrows to the front of the store. 

-

What did she mean by that? How did she know Derek “a lot”? Not like I really wanted to get answers from him since he decided to join his Uncle’s murder parade. Derek was good, he fought for justice for his sister. But now that he’s found her killer, he doesn’t want to hurt him. I guess, I could understand the point that Peter was his only family left. The point that Peter made it so he was the only family left was just too much to ignore for me. I just-…I couldn’t believe that he would do that unless he was trying to trick him somehow.  

I messed with the soup I made for dinner, placing the cover on the pot and letting it simmer. Stiles was running like a bat out of hell. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” I looked out at him. 

He skidded to a stop, “Peter Hale is taking Scott’s mom out on a date, I’m gonna go rear end them.” He took off again. That meant Peter wasn’t around Derek to influence him. Which meant I could talk to him alone. I turned off the stove top and grabbed my keys. 

On the drive there, I felt the terrible feeling again. Something was going to go wrong again. I parked in the spot that we had first parked when I originally got lost in the woods and found my way to the Hale house. It wouldn’t be hard to find it again. I walked for a while and I had finally found it, his Camaro was in front of the house. I was about to step onto the porch when I felt a sharp pain in my back. I inhaled sharply, arching my back. I reached around and pulled out whatever had hit me. I inspected it, it was a tranquilizer dart. Who the hell-…

My vision started to get a little fuzzy, I blinked hard to clear it. Soon, my legs get numb. I fell backwards, landing on the forest floor. I groaned, trying to move but my limbs weren’t responding. Kate Argent kneeled down next to me and smiled. 

“Guess I was right about one thing.” She pulled down a gas mask that had been on the top of her head and threw something through the open window of the house. The last thing I heard was Derek yelling at Scott to run.

-

I was slow to wake up. Whatever had been in that dart knocked me out real good, the effects were still lingering now even as I was waking up. I was back tied in a chair again. If I got out of this situation alive, I was throwing out every chair I owned. 

“There you are, sleeping beauty.” Kate’s voice echoed. She bent over to meet my eyes. I tried to pick my head up, fighting to stay awake. 

“Man, I think I gave you too much. Thought you could handle it.” She lifted my head up. 

“Wha-what did you give me?” I slurred. 

“Wolfsbane. Nothing deadly, just enough to knock you out.” She smiled, dropping my face. Why in the hell did she shoot me with wolfsbane? And why did it work?

“It took me a while, but I finally found your connection in all this. It seems Beacon Hills has two werewolf families.” 

I found the strength in my neck to look up, “What? My…my family aren’t werewolves. I didn’t even know they existed until like two months ago.” I grimaced. 

“Well they aren’t now, silly. How is Michael by the way?” She asked, the door opened behind me, two men walked in - dragging something large behind them. My vision was still fuzzy so I couldn’t tell what it was. 

“Michael?”

“Yeah, he was my little protégé. His family come from a long line of hunters. Just like me. He got too involved with his undercover work though. When we tried to destroy your clan the first time he couldn’t go through with it.” 

“You’re crazier than I thought.” I shook my head. 

“I don’t blame you for being confused. I didn’t know either for the longest time. My brother and your father had a deal of some kind, details. They kept you hidden from your own world.” She pouted dramatically. 

“Listen, lady. You are insane.” I blinked hard, my vision finally clearing. The two men had left, and it turned out the large thing they had been caring for was Derek. They had him chained up, by his hands, leaving him to dangle. He was shirtless and passed out. 

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?” I asked as she walked over to him. She turned back, surprised. 

‘A little protective, are we? You can’t think you can keep him all to yourself, not after our history.” She hummed, running her finger over his chest. What she said hit me like a ton of bricks. That’s why he hated talking about her, why he felt so guilty when she was talking to him about Laura. 

“You sexually abused him.” I gasped, completely mortified. 

“I wouldn’t call it abuse.” 

“The law would. He was sixteen years old. He was just a kid!” She didn’t look the least bit phased, “You’re sick. A sick, sick bitch.” She crossed over to me quickly, slapping me hard across the face. I will admit that it hurt a lot, but the worst pain was that as soon as Kate’s hand connected with her cheek, Derek woke up with a gasp. She turned, a wicked smile on her lips. 

“Oh this just keeps getting better and better.” She smacked me again, sending me back into darkness. 

-

I woke up, not sure how much time had gone by so I could finally get a good look at Derek. There were wires attached to his right side, attached with black electrical and paper tape. He looked in pretty rough shape, worse off than I was. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, still not meeting my eyes. 

“I’m okay.” I nodded, “Derek, I am so sorry for what she did to you.”

His jaw tightened, “She told you.” 

“I thought she got to you just being the swim coach but I could have never imagined… I’m so sorry.” It made sense now why he didn’t want to be close, why he couldn’t be around me in the beginning. She took everything from him under the guise of love. She preyed on a child. He didn’t want to be vulnerable again.

“I can’t imagine how much anger you have. And guilt. None of this was your fault.”

“It was my fault. I was stupid and should have known better.” He glowered. 

“Derek, you were a kid. And she’s a psychotic manipulator who used her charm and good looks to seduce a child. She’s a monster.” 

“I know that. but that doesn't make the guilt any worse. I’m the reason they’re all gone.” His voice trailed off at the end. 

“No, no you’re not. She was manipulating all the people that Peter killed. The bus driver was an insurance investigator assigned to the case and got fired for fraud, Mr. Harris taught her how to make the bomb necessary to start the fire, she hired three guys with priors of arson. That’s why they were on Laura’s list, she figured out all the people helped Kate with the fire. But I guess Peter already told you that.” He stared, processing what I had said. 

“Did he not tell you that?” I narrowed my eyes, “He’s killing people and he didn’t tell you why, just that they were on Laura’s list?” He didn’t answer. 

“Why are you blindly following him? What good reason could he have for killing Laura? If he really wanted to kill those people, why wouldn’t he just work with her? He cut her in half and left her to rot! Left her for you to find!”

“I don’t need you yelling at me about it! I know he killed her and he has no justification for it. He’s crazy! I’m playing into this because if I don’t he’ll go after you!” He shouted, finally looking at me. 

“What?” I mumbled.

“He wants to make a new bloodline. As soon as he builds up a pack, he’s coming for you and-” Derek was cut off by a door opening. And in walked Kate Argent followed by her niece, Allison. Derek had shifted formed when they walked in, all of the anger and rage built up in his system and the change just happened. 

“What is this place?” She asked. 

“Let’s start with the basics– you know how every family has its secrets?” Kate came to me, wrapping a gag around my mouth before I could talk, “Ours is a little different…” She turned the spotlight onto Derek. He roared at her loudly. 

“Isn’t he beautiful?” She mused. Allison took a step back. Kate walked over to the electrical equipment, turning up the dial Derek gritted his teeth, his body became rigid as it went through him. At the same time, my vision clouded. I could feel my body hanging like his, the electricity flowing through my bones. The two only stood there, watching Derek struggle, scream, and writhe. 

“What are you doing to him? Is this going to kill him?” Allison asked, her voice echoing between the room and the vision I was in. 

“Oh, come on, kid. Don’t get all ethical on me now.” Kate leaned against the equipment. 

“What is he?” She looked between Derek and I, “What are they?” Kate finally opened the circuit, cutting off the electric flow. Derek hung there limply, breathing heavily. I was pulled from the vision, gasping for air and feeling all the soreness that came with being electrocuted.

“Her…” Kate hummed, “I’m not sure. But him - shape-shifter. Lycan. Werewolf.” Derek glared at them, his eyes burning bright blue. 

“But to me he’s just another dumb animal.” She flipped the switch again, sending more volts running through him. He screamed through his gritted teeth. I glared, fighting against the visions so I could focus, I could feel the static making my hair stick up. Allison, looking conflicted, looked between Kate and Derek. Kate turned off the volts again. His head hung low, the pain finally knocking him out. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my head straight. 

“Come here,” She brought Allison closer to Derek. Kate grabbed his chin. 

“Get your hands off of him!” I tried to shout around the gag, but it all came out as gibberish. Kate ignored me regardless and forced Derek’s lips open to show his teeth. 

“There are canines. Also known as fangs. Made for tearing and rendering flesh. Not something you find on those cute little leaf eating herbivores, is it?”

Allison shook her head, “Is this a joke to you?”

Kate’s hands dropped from Derek’s face, “Sweetie, there are werewolves running around the world. Everything’s a joke to me. How else do you think I stay sane?” Sanity train left ages ago. 

"So was it him at the high school? And all the other animal attacks?” Allison asked. 

“There’s actually three of them. Another younger one like him,” She motioned to Derek, “Called a beta. And then there’s the alpha. Alpha is the pack leader. Bigger, stronger, nastier. Those are the real ugly motherfu-. ” As she was speaking, I kicked a nearby rock towards her leg 

“Why did you take her if she’s not one of them?” Allison looked at me. Kate nodded and walked over to me, pulling a vial out of her pocket. 

“A very extraordinary thing occurred that I have never actually seen before. You see, she comes from a family of werewolves but is not a werewolf. But somehow they were able to form a mating connection, because as you know animals like him mate for life. He feels her pain, she feels his.” She opened the vial and let a drop fall down onto my pants. The liquid seeped through the fabric onto my leg, causing a red hot burning sensation. I bit down hard on the gag, breathing hard to ignore the pain.  She put the cork back on the vial, walking her and Allison back out of the cellar. 

-

Later on in the day, not sure how many hours went by but Kate was back, rummaging through Derek’s jacket.

“Come on, Derek, he killed your sister.” She pulled out his wallet and took the money that was inside, “Ya know, maybe you’re not telling me because you wanna kill him yourself or for some reason, you’re protecting him.” She dropped the wallet and grabbed his chin so he faced her, she put what looked like his driver’s license up to his face. 

“Awww, look at that sour face.” She pouted and let go of his face, “I bet you’re used to people coming up to you and saying: Smile, Derek. Why don’t you smile more? Don’t you wanna just kick those people in the face?” Derek glanced at me before looking back at Kate. 

“I can think of one.”

“Promise?” She smiled, an amused look on her face, “Cause if I thought you’d be that much fun, I’d let you go.” She continued to rifle through his wallet, “Nothing, nothing, nothing. God, I hate this detective crap.”

“Are you gonna torture me or are you just gonna bore me to death, huh?” He was getting more and more irritated. 

“Oh sweetie. I don’t wanna torture you.” She said sweetly, “I just wanna catch up. Remember all the fun we had together?" 

“Or the time you burned my family alive?” He growled, “Working with another set of psychos to do the same to another family?”

"Ya know? I was thinking more about the hot, crazy sex we had. But the fire thing, that was fun too.” She played with his emotions, the same way she had done before. Derek jerked forward towards her. She didn’t flinch.

“I love how much you hate me. Remember how this felt?” Kate bent down to the hem of Derek’s pants. I struggled against the chair, agitating the burn on my leg, but I needed to help him. Kate’s tongue snaked out and ran over Derek’s abdomen. Derek roared at her, his fangs sharp. 

“Sweetheart, I really don’t want to torture you.” Kate said as the door opened again, revealing a bald man, “But he does.” Kate looked at me, watching me continue to struggle against my restraints. 

“Ooh, she’s a fighter, Derek.” She laughed, “Reminds me a lot of myself at her age.” She looked at her henchman, “Don’t be shy, give her some too.”

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After getting nothing from either of us, the man left. The guy seemed to enjoy punching Derek in his stomach and watching me double over. His experiments ranged and there were a few new cuts on my body that weren’t there earlier today. Kate walked in, listening to someone on her phone. 

“Unfortunately, Derek, if you’re not gonna talk I’m gonna have to kill you.” She walked back over to the electrical box. I screamed through the gag, lunging my body forward, making the chair jump forward. I tried again but lost balance, the chair fell sideways. My arm slammed into the concrete floor. Derek winced at the impact. Kate chuckled, reaching for the knob to close the circuit. 

“Say hi to your sister for me.” She paused, “You didn’t tell her about me did you? The truth about the fire?“ Derek’s guilt showed on his face, now too tired and beaten to hide it. 

"Or did you?” She asked, “Oh, sweetie, that’s a lot of guilt to keep buried. It’s not all your fault. You got tricked by a pretty face. It happens. Handsome young werewolf mistakenly falls in love with a super hot girl who comes from a family that kills werewolves.“ Derek’s emotions ranged from anger to guilt and sadness. 

"Is that ironic? Is it? Ironic, that you were unknowingly helping me track down the rest of the pack. Again. We’re just a little bit of history repeating.” She paused for a minute, thinking about what she said, "History repeating..“ She muttered. 

"It’s not Jackson is it? Oh no no no, he’s got a little scratch on the back of his neck. But he’s not in love with Allison. Not like Scott.” It didn’t take torture to find out who the other beta was, so that just meant Kate Argent was more of a monster than I originally thought. The new danger was to Scott and that translated to Stiles, and I wasn’t there to keep him safe.

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[deascheck]

Midterm Surprise

Midterms

Ask: “How - how did you find me?”

Word Count: 1922

Warnings: smut

A/N: This is one of my first DeanxReader fics… would love feedback on whether or not I captured his personality! Though they aren't really an item... ?? @flamencodiva I hope it's everything you were wanting! I'm a novice to writing smut so I hope it's ok! *crosses fingers*

You sighed. You could not believe you’d made it through your three hour lecture class. Somehow, you’d stayed awake, though you could not say the same for everyone in the class. You looked around. About every fifth person was still asleep. You chuckled tiredly. I can’t blame them, now can I? I wanted to do the exact same thing. You picked up your laptop and notebook and stuffed them in your backpack.

Maybe I’ll go to my favorite diner to study for midterms, you thought. I deserve a fucking treat after getting through this goddamn class.

You walked to the parking lot and got into your 1967 Chevy Camaro. You loved your car. She was your pride and joy and you called her Baby. Not unlike a certain hero who’d saved you from a werewolf a couple years back. His car was similar to yours, a 1967 Chevy Impala. A real beauty. He called her Baby, too. You smiled at the memory. Damn, was Dean proud of that car. Dean had gone on his way, but not before the two of you had spent the night together making memories neither of you were likely to forget.

Shaking your head, you brought yourself back to the present. You drove across town to your favorite hole in the wall diner, a quaint little 24/7 diner where the workers all knew you by name.

You hauled your backpack onto your back and walked in.

“Hey, Joy! Hey, Dave! How’s it goin’ today?” you asked.

Joy and Dave smiled at you as you sat down at the counter. “It’s goin even better now that you’re here, Y/N! It’s been a couple weeks! Where ya been hiding?” replied Joy, the waitress who was standing by your seat.

‘Oh you know, it’s midterms comin’ up, and all. Gotta study so I can get those A’s!” you said.

Dave laughed. “Ohhh midterms. I don’t miss those,” he stated. “I know I’ve only been out of college for a couple years, but damn I don’t miss it!”

Joy nudged you. “Your usual?”

You grinned. “Yes m’am! I gotta be fully nourished to study for this stupid Psychology class. I thought I’d love Psychology,” you added. “But having it in a three hour lecture format just blows.”

Thirty minutes later, you were deeply engrossed in lecture notes and flashcards. You were so busy studying, you didn’t hear the bell ring as the door opened. You were looking at your flashcards in your lap, and all of a sudden noticed a pair of worn boots standing close to you. Offended, you brought your head up to tell the guy off for invading your space when your words stopped dead in your throat. A brown-haired, green-eyed, devilishly handsome man was smirking back at you.

“D-Dean! Oh my god! How- how did you find me?” You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“You’re assuming I was looking for you sweetheart,” he retorted. “Just kiddin’. Sammy and I are in town for a hunt. I dropped him off at the morgue and was looking for a bite to eat when I saw your Baby. I’d recognize that car anywhere. I figured I’d stop in here and give you a hard time,” he said with a glint in his eye.

“A hard time, eh?” you said. “I see. Well, I’m in the middle of studying for my Psychology midterm. Would you care to join me?”

Dean’s smirk turned into a smile when you didn’t turn him down, and he replied, “Darlin’, I’d love to.”

An hour later, Dean was quizzing you with your flashcards when his phone rang.

“Sammy, what’s up? …. Uh-huh. Ok. … Yeah, I’ll be right there. Gimme 10 minutes.”

Dean looked at you regretfully. “Well, sweetheart, I’ve gotta go pick up Sammy from the morgue. It was really nice seein’ you.” He looked at you with something almost like hope in his eyes.

You knew you couldn’t let this opportunity pass you up. “Umm… I don’t suppose you’d want to meet up later?” you asked.

Dean grinned broadly. “Here’s my number. Text me your address and we’ll figure somethin’ out,” he said. He grabbed your hand and wrote his number on the back of it. Winking at you, Dean stood up and headed for the door. “I’ll see you later, sweetheart,” he called over his shoulder.

As soon as he left, you texted him your address. “Meet me at 7pm,” your next text said.

You realized it was almost five and panicked. You had to clean up the apartment, shower, and find something suitable to wear for Dean when he arrived.

You drove home in record time and instantly went about putting laundry away, putting dishes in the dishwasher, and picking up school papers and tidying them. You then took a quick shower and chose your best pair of lingerie, hoping your night with Dean would end steamy. Over your dark red lace panties and bra, you put yoga pants and a loose t-shirt that hung over one shoulder. Just as you finished getting dressed, the doorbell rang.

You took a deep breath. This is it, you thought. Here goes nothing. You swung the door open to find Dean standing there about to knock. He smiled at you. “Hey there, sweetheart.”

“Hey stranger,” you managed back. Why was he so handsome? He was in a red shirt, with dark jeans and boots. He’d clearly run his hands through his hair in an attempt to smooth it.

Stepping back, you let him into your apartment. He took his shoes off and followed you to the kitchen. “Drink?” you asked.

“Sure, sweetheart,” he answered. “Thanks.”

You got out a bottle of whiskey and two whiskey glasses. You poured a couple fingers and handed him his drink. Drinking was not what was on your mind though, as you stared at him from under your lashes.

He shifted in his seat at the kitchen table and said, “If you keep looking at me like that, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.” His pupils were blown, lust filling his eyes.

You sidled to his lap and straddled him. “Maybe I don’t want you to be,” you said seductively.

With that, he pulled you flush against him and began to heatedly kiss you, his soft lips crushed against yours. As you kissed, you could feel a bulge building in his pants, and as your tongues fought for dominance in each other’s mouths, you brought one hand down from his hair and began to palm his erection through his jeans.

He moaned against your mouth and bucked his hips. You grinned into the kiss and suddenly Dean was slapping your ass. You jerked, surprised, but it turned you on, and the heat that was already pooling between your legs became more intense. You needed friction. You started grinding against him. The two of you were breathing raggedly, grinding against each other like teenagers.

All of a sudden, Dean growled. “Enough of this. Where is your room?” He stood up with you wrapping your legs around his waist and you murmured, “Down the hall to the right,” as you kissed his neck and sucked on his earlobe. Dean groaned as he walked. “You’re killin’ me, sweetheart.”

You could feel Dean’s erection and you wanted nothing more than to take it in your mouth and get him off. But Dean had other plans for you. His hands were grabbing your shirt, ripping it over your head and throwing it across the room. His face darkened with lust when he saw your red lace bra and he eagerly pulled your pants down to your ankles, where you stepped out of them. Dean stepped back for a minute, admiring you in your lingerie before closing the gap between you and smashing his lips against yours, his hands coming up behind you and unclasping your bra. It fell between the two of you and Dean brought one of his hands back around and started fondling your breast. He massaged it, and rolled the nipple between his fingers. It was hardened, showing how turned on you were.

You decided he had too many clothes on too, and began to work on the buttons on his shirt, letting out a grunt of frustration at how many buttons there were. Dean chuckled into the kiss and deftly finished unbuttoning his shirt. He shrugged it off and followed it with his black t-shirt. He shoved you against the edge of the bed so that you fell back onto it. You watched him hungrily as he undid his pants and brought them down with his boxers. His erection sprang free, and you could see the pre-cum leaking from his head already.

Dean crawled on top of you and began kissing your neck and trailing down between your breasts, down your stomach, and down your leg, ending at your ankle. You had no idea how sensitive your ankle was to kisses but you weren’t about to complain. Your chest heaved as you silently begged for him to relieve your need.

Dimly, in the background, you could hear Dean’s phone ringing. The two of you ignored it as Dean pulled your panties to one side, exposing your drenched pussy. He groaned at the sight of it. “So ready for me, sweetheart. All that for me,” he muttered as he brought his tongue sliding through your folds.

Your response was instantaneous. Your hips bucked, needing more of that friction. Dean grabbed your hips and held them down as he sucked on your clit, pleasure shooting through you. You took one of your hands and fisted Dean’s hair, gently pulling and attempting to guide him. Your other hand went to your breast as you massaged it, desperate to find your climax. Dean’s fingers found your hole, and he slipped two inside as he curled them against your walls, licking and sucking along your pussy. You were close. You could feel yourself tightening, and you moaned, “Dean, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he said. “Cum.” He took your clit in his teeth and gently rolled it around in his mouth. With that, your back arched off the bed and you screamed his name, waves of pleasure coursing through you. Dean finger fucked you through your orgasm, your pussy clenching around his fingers over and over again. His tongue lapped your juices, sucking up every drop.

Dean’s phone rang again. And again. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered. He got up and answered it. “This had better be good, Sammy,” he said angrily. He went silent as he listened. “Fuck,” he said. “Ok, I’m coming.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. We’re gonna have to pick this up later,” he murmured as he leaned over to kiss you. You grabbed behind his ears with both hands and held him in place, your lips caressing his. “Don’t go,” you pleaded.

“I’m sorry,” he groaned with frustration. “Trust me, doll, I don’t want to go anymore than you want me to leave. But it’s an emergency. Another person just died. I’ve gotta go,” he explained.

You sighed and released him. “I’ll be waiting,” you said, and spread your legs wide so he could get a good look.

“FUCK, Y/N. You’re - you’re going to be the death of me,” he stuttered. He got dressed, his erection at full mast. He tucked it into his pants with a groan. “Goddammit Sam, always the cockblocker.”

“I’ll be back, sweetheart,” he said. And just like that, he was gone.

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[kinksandkurlsss]

You were having a rough few weeks and just needed to wind down. Iruka knew this. So, when you got home to turn in for the end of the work week, your boyfriend of two years already had the perfect you-tailored evening planned.

Warnings: Little angst then fluff, some cursing and a bubble bath massage -- the perfect thing to de-stress in an @iruka-week “Overworked & Sleep Deprived” prompt.

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The past three weeks had been dreadful. Work was work. It seemed like you’d end every day leaving your job more tired than the last. Two-day weekends had begun to feel like a blur, becoming less and less sufficient to fully recharge from the week of seemingly never-ending assignments before starting the next.

You’d been vocal about your frustrations on and off with Iruka, but tried not to make a habit of going on about your job everyday so as not to unload too much on your boyfriend, whom you knew also dealt with his own rough weeks every now and then as one of the Leaf Village’s most-dedicated instructors.

Walking up the steps to the front door of your shared apartment, you promised yourself to keep  any work-related talk to a minimum. It was the end of the week, and you were determined to enjoy your two days off, even though you knew it would likely be spent indoors because of quarantine and the nasty cold weather.

When you finally approached the door, fatigued and anxious to collapse onto you and Iruka’s shared bed, the keys fell out of your hand and into the mucky snow on the ground.

Fuck.

You let out a long sigh and quickly yoked up the keys, shaking off the dirty snow, and jammed them into the keyhole to open the door.

Once you got in and started to hang up your heavy coat, knitted cap and mask, you took a moment to stand still, allowing yourself to appreciate the sudden warm heat surrounding you and the noticeable smell of oatmeal incense that engulfed the living space. The pleasant scent coupled with the much-welcomed heat began to melt your insides, bringing a soft smile to your lips as you closed your eyes briefly.

Your eyes were met with a pair of lidded dark orbs staring back at you as you slowly opened them with a deep exhale, your smile reaching both ends of your cheek as you took in the sight of your boyfriend.

“Hello, my love,” Iruka said in a soft voice, smiling as he headed for you from the other end of the room for a warm embrace.

Iruka had been very helpful and understanding the past few weeks as you found yourself becoming more on edge from work, giving you a small refuge to vacation for a nice escape when you’d come in from your job in the evenings and on weekends, just as you provided him when the academy or shinobi life had gotten too difficult.

You nestled your nose into his neck, breathing in scents of sandalwood and spice as you reached your cold hands around his back.

“Gahh!!” Iruka exclaimed at the feeling of the cool skin, making you snicker. “You’re a popsicle, [Y/N].”

“I knowww! That’s why I wanna get closer to you!” you said giggling as you tightened your embrace around him.

Iruka humphed while putting on a fake annoyed, at least you assumed as much, pout before returning to his normal welcoming smile as large arms made their way around your back, squeezing you. You tightened your eyes more as you let feelings of uneasiness, being overworked and under-rested, seep out during the close embrace, replacing them with the euphoric release of serotonin that seemed to wash over you. 

The snug hug lasted about a minute longer before Iruka gave you a tighter squeeze and took in a big whiff of your hair.

“Mhmmmm,” he said in a deeper voice.

“Mhmmm? Is that a ‘let me go’ mhm or a ‘take me to bed now’ mhm,” you said giggling again while you settled into the tighter embrace, pressing your hips against his as you started to brush your lips against his ear.

“Fuuu--aaaaaghhhh!” Iruka managed to get out seconds later, the tone of his voice traveling from the soothing low tone to an octave higher in one bizarre sound before gripping your hips and stepping back to put about 6 inches of space between you both.  

“I know I’ll instantly regret this,” he said hesitantly in a voice more husky than his normal tone, appearing to give significant consideration to whatever he was deliberating for a few seconds as you started to look bemused.

“But wait -- real quick. I actually have a surprise for you,” he said, this time letting go of your sides as he vanished behind the kitchen counter to pick up a medium-sized box, poorly wrapped in gold shimmery paper. 

“Ohhh, what is that beautiful thing?” You asked excitedly, but still a little confused, as he placed the box with wrinkled wrapping paper down on the table near you.

The scar along Iruka’s nose darkened as a pink tinge reached his cheeks once you began to unwrap the box, which took about five minutes since it had wrapped with way too much tape.

“Erghh I haven’t had the most experience gift-wrapping, if you can tell--” Iruka began to say before you cut in smiling and giving him a kiss on his nose, “Shhhh! It’s lovely.”

Iruka awkwardly raised his arms behind his head, tensely grinning as you continued to remove the wrapping.

“Oh! Wha-- You didn’t!” you exclaimed once you'd managed to get rid of two rings of duct taped that wrapped around the box, now jumping ecstatically when you saw an image of the whirlpool jet spa you’d mentioned wanting to buy a few months back.

You’d meant to buy it for yourself whenever you got the chance. But that didn’t stop the overwhelming filling of joy that built up in your chest when you realized just how thoughtful and attentive your boyfriend was.

“Yep!” Iruka said eagerly, beaming ear to ear with pride once you rushed to wrap him in another bear hug. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you said between the string of short kisses you left all over his face.

“Okay, okay,” Iruka said as the red on his face deepened. He then slid his hands to your sides again to brace you. “And… did you notice how light the box was?” he said, smirking.

“No, what do you mean?” you said before your kisses started to venture to his hot neck.

“Mhmmm-ahhh! I meant let’s go to the bathroom,” Iruka said, his voice doing that bizarre rollercoaster of tone thing again before taking a step back from you for another.

Confused again, you grinned at your boyfriend, whose face looked almost like the color of a cherry now. “Kinda kinky, but okay, mister,” you said smugly as you giddily grabbed his now-sweaty hand and went to the bathroom.

As you approached the closed door to the bathroom, you started to hear what sounded like bubbling water. You instantly gasped.

“Did you already--” you said eagerly as you opened the door, breath caught in your throat once you’d seen flower petals and suds bubbling at the surface inside the tub.

Your mouth gaped open for several seconds before you were able to speak.

“What do you think? [Y/N]?” Iruka started to say, with one hand tugging lightly on your hand while the other began to reach behind his hand as he reverted into his awkward stance.

“I lit one of your incense and got some of that bubble bath you lik--” he said before your lips claimed his. 

You were overcome with emotion, eyes beginning to grow watery. Everything was perfect, from your favorite hibiscus-scented bubble bath to the petals of your favorite flower and the smell of your favorite oatmeal incense.

You relished in the sensation his warm lips offered before you started to suck on his lower lip while your fingers began to roam his back.

Iruka allowed himself to moan into the kiss when you started to align your bodies against each other before breaking away suddenly, slightly out of breath.

“Damn … baby, I’m really trying to stick to the plan here,” Iruka said in almost a whisper against your lips, before lightly chuckling, his eyes still closed as he tilted his forehead against yours. “Don’t you think you should get into the tub first?”

“Why in such a hurry,” you said in a breathy voice, nipping at his lips, “do you think I’m dirty, Ru?”

Iruka’s breath hitched before he bit down hard on his upper lip and took a step back, this time his eyes were open and looked like they were staring holes into yours.

“I want you,” Iruka said before taking a deep sigh and adjusting his stance as a large imprint began to grow underneath his dark, loose lounge pants, “to relax tonight.”

“You could join me in doing th--” you started to grin before tugging on his waistband.

Iruka’s gaze hardened as he started to smirk at you. “Oh I plan to tomorrow.” “But tonight,” he said as he started to approach you, reaching the rim of your top only to raise it over your kinky hair, “is all about you being able to just … calm down and relax.”

“So, you,” he continued as he started to unbutton your slacks, “and only you will be taking the first bath.”

You reached forward to sneak a kiss from your boyfriend after your pants fell to the floor before he used his quick shinobi speed to move his head out of the way, only to land a kiss to your forehead.

“No fair!” you said laughing at the reaction, allowing your inner fire to sizzle out a little to fully appreciate your boyfriend’s planned surprise. 

“All is fair in love and war,” Iruka snickered as he started to tie up your hair into a curly pineapple while you started to remove your undergarments.

“Thank you, love,” you told Iruka, taking advantage of his briefly distracted gaze as it travelled your frame to land a quick smooch to his cheek.

“Maybe I can be a shinobi too,” you said with a smug grin as you turned to reach one foot in the tub. You heard a grunt from your boyfriend, which made you laugh since he would never allow that to happen, before feeling a light smack against your butt from behind.

“Pervert!” you said laughing more as you brought your other set of toes into the hot, but not uncomfortably so, bubbling water.

“Ahhhhhh,” you exclaimed as you sank your body into the tub, allowing the hot water to reach every nook of your frame. Warmth filled you from head to toe as your body grew limp over the  heated jets in the bath.

“This is perfect,” you said slowly, eyes shut as Iruka looked down at you, mesmerized by the image. 

Iruka then crouched down beside the tub, submerging a large sponge into the hot water, only to drag it up and down your body.

You open your eyes at the touch, smiling in awe of your boyfriend as he bathes you -- a much-welcomed bonus to the seemingly thousands of heated air bubbles that soothed your over-worked frame from all around.

“Aww thank you, love. You really don’t have to,” you protested reluctantly. The feeling of the soft sponge traveling from either end of you and him squeezing hot water on the parts of skin above the water felt amazing. 

“Ssshhh,” Iruka let out in a low voice, “we know you’ve done more for me when you can, and my lady deserves this.”

“Who said I was a lady?” you joked in response, earning light giggles from your beau as you happily let him continue with the sponge bath while you started to drift off into heated bliss in the tub. Within minutes, you began to fall asleep in the comfortable heat as your body started to collect on the hours in bed you’d been missing, stressing about work late at night, on and off these past few weeks.

Some time later, his hands slowly found your shoulders from behind the tub. The feeling, though soft, surprised you, prompting you to tense up briefly before his massaging hands worked their way into your muscles.

Leisurely emerging from your short slumber at the calm massage, you practically cooed at the feeling as you leaned to the side a little bit in the water to allow him to rub down your back and then back up to your shoulder blade and neck.

“Damn,” you said in a whisper as the pressure leaked into your most tense muscles around your neck and upper back.

“You may need a backpack, sweetie,” Iruka said a few minutes later as he continued his soft kneading. “I think you wear that shoulder bag of yours well, like everything else.” You could hear the light smile in his voice. “But it may be adding unequal stress to your back, you know?”

“See?” he asked, concerned as his hands pressed into a tense spot near your right shoulder blade, drawing a brief hiss from you as the pressure started to relieve some of the stress there.

“I refuse to wear a backpack with 30 knocking at my door,” you said in your best, posh tone, turning your nose up before you and Iruka broke into a laugh.

“Well,” he said before planting a quick kiss at the middle of the back of your neck, “I think you’d look sexy in anything.”

You splashed some water back at him in return, chuckling lightly, “Trying to rack up those brownie points for later, aren’t ya?”

“How dare you?” Iruka said in his own fake snooty voice as he began to playfully splash water at you. “I’ll have you know I am a most distinguished shinobi of the Leaf Village,” he went on, clearing his throat obnoxiously as he continued splashing water on you.

“Hey, hey!” you barely got out between laughs, “I think that’s enough now. I’m ready to get out.”

Iruka’s wide grin faded for a moment as he watched you begin to stand up and fetch your towel from the shower rod, eyes traveling from your soapy chest, to the suds falling down your hips and then legs before he hurriedly grabbed his nose and left the room.

“Iruka?” you called after him once you dried off. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” he exclaimed from out of the room. “Just -- getting something, dear. Stay there!”

Within seconds, Iruka reemerged with two partly red and white pieces of tissue in either nostril and your furry bathrobe.

“Ohhhhh,” you said slowly with a knowing smile as you approached your boyfriend. After two years together, and months of flirting before then, you were aware your boyfriend could sometimes get nosebleeds when he gets a little… excited too quickly.

You smirked at Iruka, whose face went red, before reaching for your robe and giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

“Whoa. Wait a minute. This is sooo warm,” you said, after noticing the heat emanating from your robe around you.

“Yeah,” Iruka said, awkwardly reaching his hands to the back of his head. “I just put it in the dryer just before you got in so you could have it nice and toasty once you were out of the tub.” “Awwww,” you said before landing a series of smooches on your boyfriend’s lips as he tied the robe up around you. Seconds later you were in the air in your boyfriend’s arms as he headed for the bedroom. 

“Ru, my love… awww thank you,” you said in awe, kissing his cheek.

“This has been so amazing,” you said as you both made your way to the bed, reflecting on how great you felt now compared to when you first came in. “I mean it, Ru, thank you.”

You snuggled up next to your boyfriend on the king-sized bed as he settled in. Everything was perfect for a few moments before Iruka jolted at the sound of his ringtone.

Your boyfriend then looked down at his cell and hopped to his feet quickly to start to head for the door, “Wait, honey, I have to take this real quick.”

“Ummm okay,” you said, confused as to why he’d need to leave the room to take a call.

You allowed yourself to sink into the mattress in your warm robe in the meantime before you heard the front door close and Iruka’s approaching steps.

Iruka then emerged with a bag from you and his favorite restaurant.

“You are going to love this,” he said excitedly as you grew wide-eyed at the sight when he started to take out a large-sized container of you and his favorite item on the menu: Fully loaded nachos.

You immediately squealed, drawing a wide grin from your boyfriend. “Aghhh! You are the MVP!!!”

“I know, baby,” he said smugly as he handed you a stack of napkins and nestled next to you with a towel to place the container on. He then turned on the television and queued up the latest episode of Real Housewives of Konoha, which was both of your favorite trash TV series.

“I love youuuuu!” you said tilting your head to give him a lazy kiss as the show started.

“I love you more,” he said before his lips found yours. He then obnoxiously blew cheese breath into your mouth, making your cheeks fill with air before your mouth exploded into an unattractive raspberry sound, prompting you both to laugh.

“Asshole,” you said smiling before stuffing your mouth with the nachos and cozying up underneath your boyfriend.

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[noweakergirl]

Jily as Taylor Swift songs

Paper Rings

“Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe”

“I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this”

“Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws We wouldn't be standing here so tall“

Yep. Gotta start with my Jily anthem.

Cruel Summer

“Fever dream high in the quiet of the night You know that I caught it”

“I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes”

“And I screamed for whatever it's worth "I love you," ain't that the worst thing you ever heard? He looks up grinning like a devil”

You just KNOW this is Lily trying to fight off her feelings and being like “no no no there is no way this is happening” *face slap* but ohhh girl it IS happening

Gorgeous

“You should take it as a compliment That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk You should think about the consequence Of your magnetic field being a little too strong”

“And I'm so furious At you for making me feel this way”

“You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad”

Continuing in cruel-summer style. Just Lily debating with herself at 3 a.m.

gold rush

“Eyes like sinking ships On waters so inviting I almost jump in”

“I don't like a gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you”

“At dinner parties I call you out on your contrarian shit”

“Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush”

OR, that’s what she said

Sparks Fly

“The way you move is like a full on rainstorm And I'm a house of cards You're the kind of reckless that should send me running But I kinda know that I won't get far”

“And you stood there in front of me just Close enough to touch Close enough to hope you couldn't see What I was thinking of”

“I run my fingers through your hair And watch the lights go wild”

“I see sparks fly whenever you smile”

*sniffs* my baby is in love (and lowkey finally moving out from first stage denial)

Fearless

“I wonder if you know I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now But you're just so cool Run your hands through your hair Absent mindedly makin' me want you”

“You take my hand and drag me head first fearless And I don't know why but with you I'd dance in a storm In my best dress Fearless”

Is now every hair-touching song about James? Well obviously, I don’t make the rules.

Treacherous

“And I'd be smart to walk away But you're quicksand”

“Your name has echoed through my mind And I just think you should know That nothing safe is worth the drive And I would follow you, follow you home”

“This hope is treacherous This daydream is dangerous This hope is treacherous”

It’s just, everytime I hear this song I think of the first love in general. How scary, how hopeful, how dreamy and strong it is. How vulnerable. But it is still a risk willing to take.

willow

“And if it was an open-shut case I never would've known from that look on your face”

“Wherever you stray I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans That's my man”

“Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in As if you were a mythical thing Like you were a trophy or a champion ring”

“Now this is an open-shut case Guess I should've known from the look on your face Every bait and switch was a work of art”

I once made a post about willow being Jily song so I won’t talk much about it here, but I mean COME ON

Daylight

“Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now It's brighter now”

“I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you”

“You gotta step into the daylight and let it go”

This reminds me so much of Jily becoming friends, “throwing their daggers” and “letting it go” because they don’t want to fight anymore and they see each other for who they are. First friends, then lovers.

You are in love

“Light-hearted joke No proof, not much But you saw enough”

“And your shoulders brush No proof, one touch But you felt enough”

“One night he wakes Strange look on his face Pauses, then says You're my best friend And you knew what it was He is in love”

*inhales* I love them a normal amount

It’s Nice To Have a Friend

“Church bells ring, carry me home Rice on the ground looks like snow Call my bluff, call you "babe" Have my back, everyday Feels like home, stay in bed The whole weekend

It's nice to have a friend”

There’s something soft and calming about this song. And yes, it’s Jily.

Lover

“And this is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?”

“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?”

“We could let our friends crash in the living room”

“I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover”

Lover is just classic. This is now already married Jily living in their cozy little home (with small hint of upcoming darkness in the second quote but we don’t talk about that)

peace

“I never had the courage of my convictions As long as danger is near And it's just around the corner, darling”

“All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?”

“And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences Sit with you in the trenches Give you my wild, give you a child Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother”

“But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me”

“Would it be enough if I could never give you peace? Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?”

Ending this post with my favorite song on folklore and one of my ultimate Jily songs. Everything about this is James and Lily Potter. “Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?” They were soulmates, their love saved the world (quite literally, if I may add). But being part of a wizarding war and hunted down by one of the most powerful wizards of all times don’t make things easy. Even in those challening times when they realized that they could never give each other peace because of the prophecy, it didn’t matter. For he was James, and she was Lily, and their love was brighter than anything.

#yeah i love them a normal amount #casual 10 pm thoughts #feel free to suggest other jily ts songs #jily #james potter #lily evans #lily potter #james and lily #taylor swift #marauders #harry potter

[leejeongz]

TO1 reaction to you wearing dark lipstick

anon requested: can i request too's reactions to you wearing dark lipstick/liptint? like you don't normally wear any make up but you suddenly show up wearing a dark red lip 😋🤍

✨some of these are a little suggestive (not the younger members’ ofc) - just a warning haha✨

jaeyun:

you wanted to make a great first impression at your interview and so you decided to wear a little more makeup than usual. instead of bb cream you put on foundation, some pink eyeshadow rather than the usual brown and some red lipstick.

you’d just finished getting ready when you heard a knock at your bedroom door.

“only me, i just wanted to wish you luck today!” jaeyun announced, entering your room with a smile. “i took the day off work so i can take you and wait outside if you like?”

you nodded and turned back towards your full length mirror, patting your outfit down and taking one final look at yourself. you always thought that nervous deep breath thing was a cliche but no it was real, definitely real.

“your makeup looks really beautiful y/n, are you sure you don’t want to be our make up artist instead?” he joked, knowing your response.

“do you not remember when i did your make up that one time?” you laughed.

“well you look good right now, you’re gonna kill it, honey. they better not ask for your number.”

chihoon:

“they’re just kids, they don’t care if you’re wearing makeup or not” he laughed at your tantrum. you had started volunteering at a nursery and today was your first day. of course you wanted to look your best, which wasn’t easy with the uniform but you made it work, you just really needed that one red lipstick you bought a few weeks ago. after 5 minutes of looking, you spotted it in the bottom of your makeup drawer and pulled it out quickly.

“really? red lipstick? not even i get red lipstick” he whined, watching you get ready from the comfort of your shared bed.

“are you jealous of a bunch of two year olds?” you asked.

“pft no” he lied blatantly. “okay maybe a little. but it suits you! why don’t you wear it more often?” when you looked at him in the mirror there was a serious pout on his face.

“ummm maybe because you’re not a two year old and you don’t deserve it” you sassed, grabbing your pre packed tote bag and walking out the door. “get on their level”

he let out a small whine and threw himself back at the pillows “good luck i guess.” he really meant it but there was no way he was gonna let you get away with that sassy behaviour when you got home later, even if he didn’t enjoy it.

donggeon:

you swatched the two colours on your forearm, one pinkish-coral, the other a deep red. “which do you think?” you held your arm out for donggeon to investigate.

he thought for a while, letting out an audible “hmm” before pointing to the red one and smiling at you sweetly.

you paid for the new lipstick and rushed home so that you could try it, applying some more makeup so it didn’t look weird with the makeup that had rubbed off throughout the day.

“wow” he said, looking at your reflection in the mirror. “look at me! let me see!” as you turned his hands grabbed your arms so he could keep you still. “it suits you, i think you should wear it more often, but i think it would suit me more,” he said before kissing you on your lips.

“places to go, people to meet” you lied, pulling away from the kiss to tease your boyfriend. “how about we put this lipstick to good use and go out tonight?” you asked, excited by the prospect of showing off your new shade.

“orrr we could just stay in?” he fell to the bed behind him, pulling you down with him.

(he is at the top of the list of boys i would sin for omfg look at him)

chan:

a dinner date with chan was just what you needed after a rough week at work. you put on your favourite two piece and applied some make up, including the wine coloured lipstick you’d bought especially for the occasion. you knew chan would like it, this was right up his street, so why not tease him a little?

“hmm well this is a nice surprise” he said with a smirk on his face, grabbing your hand and holding it. “i really wanna kiss you right now” he whispered down your ear, close to burying his face into your neck “but i don’t wanna ruin your lipstick” he teased, breath hot on your neck.

“well i can always re-apply it” you pointed out but he pulled away and shook his head in reply. “my neck has no lipstick on it...?” you were practically begging to feel his lips against you at this point.

“it’s okay, i can wait” by this point he was back to looking you in the eyes. his smile was cheeky and he knew EXACTLY what he was doing. but it was all just payback since you wore THAT lipstick.

jisu:

“y/n, are you almost ready? the taxi is here!” jisu shouts from the living room. you were busy getting ready to go out for a meal with a few family members as a celebration and so you wanted to look your best. you were just applying a final spray of perfume before heading into the living room.

“wow, you look gorgeous” jisu commented, almost tearing up at just how beautiful you looked.

“aww thank you” you replied, smiling from ear to ear.

“your make up” he pointed out, going to touch your face. you slapped his hand away before he could ruin it.

“shall we get going then” you changed the subject abruptly, remembering the taxi was outside.

“hang on” he grabbed your hand, pulling you back from the door, “can we take some pictures first? my instagram looks so boring without you on it”

minsu:

“must not be late meeting his members for the first time” you said to yourself, scurrying around your room, applying the first lipstick you saw.

you arrived at the dorms and composed yourself before ringing the bell at the entrance. before you could talk to anyone on the intercom, your boyfriend was already greeting you.

“hey, nice lipstick” he complimented, giving you a sweet hug. “you smell nice too” he complimented once again “all this effort for some other boys, should i be scared?” he joked.

you stood at the door to the dorms, composing yourself once again.

“guys! meet y/n!! they wore a dark red lipstick today just for you guys so you better be nice to them” he said in a fake angry tone as a warning.

the whole time you were there, minsu couldn’t stop looking at you. he wondered why you never wore that lipstick to meet him and actually started thinking really deeply into it, beginning to get a little jealous.

you noticed this, reassuring him at the end of the day that you only wore this as it was the first you picked up and that you always thought carefully about what to wear when you see him. you made sure to wear it the next date you went on with him.

jyou:

with your birthday FINALLY here, you were excited to see what your boyfriend had been hiding. it was always “don’t go in there” or “don’t look in that bag”, it was the only thing you’d heard from him for the past week at least.

you woke up to a collection of gifts at the end of your shared bed and next to them, an ecstatic jeyou.

“open this” he said, handing you his gifts one at a time, being careful to make sure you didn’t open the little box until you had no more left to open.

“this is the last one, i really hope you like this one the most,” he said, hand shaking in anticipation as he handed you the box.

you opened it slowly as a lipstick box began to reveal itself through the wrapping paper, your favourite brand too. you pulled it from the box and found he had bought you a deep red colour, something you’d never tried before.

“put it on! put it on!” he was more excited than you at this point which was a pretty hard competition to win.

you followed his instructions despite only just waking up.

“wow you look…” he paused, grabbing you a mirror “sexy as hell, babe. here take a look. don’t you just wanna” he made a fake kissing noise “kiss yourself right now? because i know i wanna kiss you”

kyungho:

“can you come over?” you asked kyungho on the phone, almost in tears.

“i’m on my way right now. what’s wrong, angel?” he answered, extremely concerned because maybe this time there had been a real incident.

“there’s a spider” you replied.

“i’ll be 2 minutes” he was so used to these kinds of calls now, but he didn’t mind, he was your big strong boyfriend and he didn’t want to ruin that.

you opened the door for your boyfriend who was ready to fake storm in and capture the spider, when he noticed your makeup.

“you look nice. like… really nice” he complimented, a little bewildered. “is that dark purple lipstick?”

“GET THE SPIDER KYUNGHO” you shouted making him snap out of his trance. “but if you must know, it’s actually called black cherry”

“I WAS DISTRACTED IM SORRY” he shouted back, running to find the little terror.

after putting the spider outside, he returned to you. “but like for real, you look really good and it would be a shame to let this make up go to waste so why don’t we go out for dinner?”

jerome:

you always assumed jerome’s favourite makeup look for you was just natural with chapstick and mascara and so this is what you wore when you wanted to impress him. not to mention how good he made you feel when you were all natural around him, you’d never felt so pretty without makeup than when you were with him. he never stopped telling you how beautiful you are.

today you were going out with your friends and so you decided to wear heavy make up with a dark lip. before you went, jerome facetimed you.

“oh you look different,” he said as you answered.

“i do?” you asked, a little insecure.

“yeah, you’re covered in makeup. what have you done with my y/n?” he joked.

“ohhh don’t you like it? i know it’s not really your style” you looked down, you felt guilty but you weren’t too sure why.

he looked closer, as close as he could, leaving you with a picture of his blinking eye only “i think you look really pretty, you could pull off anything, but you know you don’t need all this makeup to look pretty, right?” he commented. you nodded in response “but if you feel pretty then i’m happy because that’s all that matters” he pulled the phone back and smiled brightly at you. “your friends are getting a real treat being able to see you like this”

woonggi:

“how come you never wear that lipstick?” woonggi asked, pointing towards the deep red lipstick on your desk.

you looked at it and turned back to face him. the dreaded lipstick… you don’t even know why you kept it if you were honest.

“i don’t think it suits me right now” you said, fake pouting before turning back to carry on with your everyday makeup look.

“try it, i think you’ll look fabulous!” he exclaimed, emphasising the fabulous, “and you can always take it off if you don’t want to wear it”

you took the lipstick from the desk, investigating it to check if it was out of date, you’d owned it for that long. you applied it delicately, one false move and you'd end up looking like the joker. you put down the lipstick and looked in the mirror, surprisingly pretty impressed with how well it suited your skin tone. “damn i look good” you spoke.

“i knew you’d look amazing, omg i should become a makeup advisor” he said, thrilled with your new found confidence after applying the lippy.

gifs aren’t mine

#too #ten oriented orchestra #too reactions #too imagines #jaeyun #chihoon #donggeon #chan #chanhyuk #jisu #minsu #j.you #jeyou #kyungho #jerome #woonggi

[kaalamarii]

Better Late Than Never

My first time writing actual smut...not sure if it’s any good.

Pairing: Mammon/Unnamed femMC

Summary: MC is sick of waiting around for Mammon to make a move and goes on a date with another demon (just a male oc). Mammon gets jealous and follows them on their date.

Warnings: smut, some angst and drama, semi public sex, jealous Mammon. 

MC is sitting in class, bored to tears when she first notices the demon. She starts to nod off and is woken by a tap on her shoulder. She spins to look at the devilishly handsome demon behind her, smirking. He is a youthful looking guy with a mohawk and a wicked grin. “You might want to wake up,” he whispers, “this teacher is a real dick.”

She smiles. “Thanks for the info.”

She feels that familiar spin in her stomach. The one a young woman gets when she sees a cute boy and thinks that cute boy could be interested in her. The feeling she gets when she looks at Mammon. Ugh, Mammon. She’s hopelessly in love with the Avatar of Greed, but he will never make a move. So when the demon boy slides a torn piece of notebook paper on her desk at the end of class with a number and his name (Damien) on it, she considers him.

Maybe it’ll make Mammon jealous enough to make a move. Maybe she’ll actually end up liking this Damien guy and have some fun with him.

“Call me tonight?” he says and gives her that same smirking grin. He winks and leaves class, walking the opposite way. MC sighs, her heart fluttering.

Asmodeus notices right away. He knows infatuation when he sees it. 

“Who’s the boy? Or maybe a girl?”

MC smiles. “Boy. And his name is Damien.”

“Ohhh. I know Damien. He’s cute.”

“He gave me his number. Should I call him?”

“Of course you should!”

MC bites her lip. What about Mammon, she wants to ask, but she knows Asmo won’t ever understand her attachment to his older brother. He’d scold her, saying Mammon was a scumbag.

Mammon notices something’s up as they’re walking home. “What’s with ya?”

“Nothing, just got stuff on my mind.”

“Like what?”

She decides to tell him. “Do you know Damien?”

“Yeah, he’s in your Demon History class, right?”

“Yeah.”

“What about him?” Mammon asks. “He didn’t hurt you or nothin’, did he?”

“No, actually...he gave me his number.”

Mammon stops in his tracks. “He...did?”

“Yeah?” Her heart flutters. Is he finally going to tell her how he feels? “What do you think about that?”

The greedy demon blushes. “Why would I care?”

Heart. Broken. “I don’t know.”

“Are you going to date him now or somethin?”

“Maybe.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

He huffs. “Well, uh, because...you know.”

“What?” she asks, her eyes pleading with him to tell her. Please, just tell me, Mammon. Tell me you love me. I promise I love you back.

The two stand, each so badly wanting to tell each other the truth yet too stubborn or shy to actually do it.

“He’s probably just wantin’ to eat you, ‘s all. No demon would want to be with a stupid human.”

Heart. Shattered.

MC scoffs, stomping away. “Alright, thanks, Mammon.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that! What’d I do?” He runs after her.

She turns to face him. “You’re a fucking asshole, do you know that?”

Mammon looks at her, completely shocked. “Hey!” He’s used to this abuse from his brothers, but never once has MC ever said anything like this to him.

She storms off, desperate to reach the House of Lamentation and her room before Mammon catches up.

MC sits on her bed, trying so hard to keep the tears in. Maybe Mammon didn’t feel the same way after all. She fished Damien’s number out of her pocket, plugging the number into her D.D.D. He answers right away.

“Who’s this?”

“This is MC from your Demon History class. You woke me up today…”

“Ahh, Sleeping Beauty! I was worried you wouldn’t call.”

He’s cocky and it kind of irritates her, but he seems to like her and right now she’s desperate for reassurance. She fakes a laugh.

“Are you free tonight?” he asks, “I’d love to take you out for dinner. Then you can come over to my place if you want.”

“That sounds great.”

“Cool. You’re staying at the House Of Lamentation, right?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll be by at 6:30 to pick you up?”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright, see you soon. Bye, Beautiful.”

MC hangs up, tossing her phone on her bed with a sigh. “I need Asmo,” she tells herself.

Asmo is over the moon when MC comes by to ask him to do her hair and makeup for her date. Together they pick out an outfit, a beautiful short black dress with a cute little cardigan and thigh high boots. 

Asmo stares at her. “You look stunning.”

“Thanks, Asmo.”

“Now, go get laid, and if anything happens, please call one of us.”

“Okay.”

“But first...let’s show you off.”

Before MC can argue, Asmodeus drags her to the dining room where his brothers are getting ready for dinner.

“Asmo, MC, there you…” Lucifer stops, looking at MC. “What’s the occasion?”

“MC has a date!” Asmo squeals. “Doesn’t she look beautiful?”

Satan, Belphie, and Beel all look at their human in wonder. Belphie grins. “You really do.”

Satan nods. “You look lovely.”

Lucifer isn’t fazed. “You’re going on a date?”

MC nods. “Just some guy from one of my classes. I won’t be gone long.”

“Do you want one of us to go with you?”

She chuckles. “Wouldn’t that be weird?”

“I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

“I’ll be fine,” she assures Lucifer. “I’ll call if something goes wrong.”

“Okay…” the eldest brother says, though still, the thought of her being out without him or one of his brothers makes him nervous. 

Mammon and Levi walk in then, arguing about who knows what. Levi notices MC right away, face burning red. 

Mammon’s jaw drops. “...MC? Awfully dressed up for dinner, ain’t ya?”

He wants to cover her, take her away from the ogling eyes of his brothers. 

“I’m going out for dinner.”

“No one told me we were going out…”

“We’re not,” Asmo replies for her. “MC has a date.”

Mammon runs his hand through his white hair. “That Damien guy?”

MC nods. “Yep.”

The sound of the doorbell ringing disrupts the discussion. Asmo grins, fixing up MC’s hair. “Go get ‘em, girl.”

MC awkwardly waves to the demon brothers before leaving.

“Mammon, you alright?” Beel asks, noticing the sullen look on his older brother’s face. 

Mammon looks down at the ground, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. “I’m just not really hungry.”

Mammon walks out and the rest of the demons all exchange worried glances.

Mammon walks into Ristorante Six, and spotting MC and Damien, goes as far as away from them as possible without losing sight of them.

He watches as Damien puts his hand on MC’s knee, as he smiles at her and makes her blush and laugh. He watches as Damien doesn’t realize how MC gets annoyed when he ignores her for a few minutes to talk to someone on his D.D.D. 

He watches as Damien kisses her. Mammon feels like he could explode from anger. Some random low tier demon putting hands and lips and tongue on HIS human. 

Mammon waits as patiently as he can, eyes never leaving MC and her stupid date. When she gets up to use the bathroom, he knows it’s his time to strike. 

He heads over to the table, bringing a chair up to the table. Damien looks up from his phone in confusion. 

“Can I help you?”

“You’re on a date with a human.”

“Yeah? So?”

“Why?”

Damien scoffs. “What’s it to ya?”

“Because that’s my human.”

“Oh, really? She belongs to you, does she?”

Mammon balls his hands into fists. He can feel himself about to lose control, horns coming out any moment. “Yes. She’s my responsibility and I was the first demon to make a pact with her.”

“Isn’t that sweet? Well, guess what?” He leaned in close to the Avatar of Greed. “I’m gonna fuck your human.”

Mammon is seeing red. He’s full on demon now, making a scene, but he doesn’t care. “You really think she’ll let you do that?”

“Oh, I know she will. I can smell her cunt. I know she’s wet for me.”

Mammon’s about to strike when he hears MC’s voice. “Mammon?”

He turns, looking at her.

“Hey, Beautiful,” Damien says, winking at the human.

Mammon glares at him. 

MC throws her hand up at Damien. “You shut the fuck up.”

She gathers her stuff, leaving both of the demons behind as she walks off. Mammon runs after her.

“What the fuck is your problem?” she yells at Mammon, shoving him. It’s raining, hard, and MC considers to herself for a moment how dramatic this all is. She would’ve laughed if she weren’t so pissed.

“Hey! You do know I’m a demon, don’t you?”

“Shut up, Mammon! For once, shut the fuck up. Why were you at my date?”

“Well, do ya want me to shut up or do ya want me to answer?”

MC growls in frustration. “I want you to stop being a dickhead. Damn it, Mammon! I don’t understand you!”

“What d’ya mean?”

“We are together constantly. I flirt with you and you flirt back. You don’t like anyone else flirting with you. Yet when I think you’re interested, you say I’m just a stupid human. That you don’t care about me. But then you’re on my date?”

“I was making sure you were safe. I didn’t trust that guy.”

“Well, I never asked you to do that. And it was going fine until you came over.”

Mammon’s face fell. “I fucked up.”

She rolled her eyes. “I just...Mammon, do you want me or not?”

“What?”

“Do you want me or not? Do you like me?”

Mammon turns red. “L-like you?”

“Yes. Because I think you do. And I like you.”

“Then why’d you go on a date with that prick?”

“Because he made a move.”

“Move? You want me to make a move? Fuckin’ fine.”

Mammon pulls her to him, lips crashing onto hers. She shuts her eyes, electricity running through her entire being. He picks her up and she wraps her legs around his waist, pushing her body as close to him as she could possibly get. He backs them up, pressing her into the outside wall of the restaurant.

“Mammon,” she moans into his mouth and he eats it up. He moves to her neck, nipping at the skin. MC runs her hand through his hair, pulling it, earning a groan from the Avatar of Greed. 

The demon slides his hand under her dress, ripping her underwear away from her, surprisingly smoothly. She lets out a squeal. 

“You want me to make a move, do ya? I’ll fuck you right here. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, Mammon,” she replies. “Fuck me.”

Mammon can’t contain his grin as he sets the human down, unbuckling his pants just enough to pull out his cock. MC smiles back at him, crawling back onto him and positioning herself over him. 

“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” she confesses. 

Mammon blushes, like he’s done so many times before. “I’m sorry I never told you how I feel about you, MC.”

She kisses him. “It’s okay, Mammon.”

She lowers herself down on his hard cock, one of her hands holding onto his horn. The two of them moan out loud together. 

Mammon rests his forehead on hers as the two of them find a beautiful rhythm together. “I’m so in love with you,” he whispers as he fucks himself up into her.

“I’m in love with you too,” she confesses through moans. “Mammon. I love you.”

She comes quickly, the walls of her pussy tightening around him, jump starting his own climax. He shoots his load into her, and she cries out, biting down on his shoulder, a shiver running through her.

Mammon gently pulls himself out of her and sets her down. He kisses her and blushes. “So, uh, you’re my human, right? Nobody else’s?”

She laughs, giving him a hug. “Nobody else’s.”

Heart. Restored.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfiction #mammon x mc #mammon fanfic #mammon smut #obey me smut #jealous mammon