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dominantslasherking · 7 months

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Your work is just perfection chefs kiss you're the reason I got into the community to begin with. If you can could you perhaps wright a part 2 for David Mccal please that includes smut please😆?! Your work makes me super happy so thank you soon much.😘

David Mccall with dominant Male S/o

(Pt 2)

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Backstory: Growing closer, you just realize how sinister and obsessed David is with you.

Warning: Smut + Worshiping (David likes to worship you etc)

David had made sure to be in your life as much as possible, it was clear he was possessive and hated when others tried to get romantically inclined with you.

Currently, you were at Davids's house, (A house he shared with his weird ass friends) You actually had spotted David through the window, decided to knock on the door, and wait for David.

David had instantly brightened up at your arrival. "[Name] I'm so, glad, you're here, I missed you!" David said pulling your much taller frame into a hug.

David was typically this clingy and strange towards you, with his weird friends he always acted stoic and indifferent. David was indeed strange.

"Yeah, I missed you too." You muttered it's actually only been around 2 hours with you too apart from each other, but sometimes it's actually strange not having David stick to your side like glue.

But something strange has been happening recently, all your own male friends have actually been disappearing, even your sisters Nicole's friend Gary, ended up, going missing, just because you were only on friendly terms with him.

You could only assume it was David, you knew he was actually weirdly obsessed with you, he even got a tattoo of your name on his chest, not too big though.

"Let's go to my room." David had said with a gentle smile, his eyes coldly tilting to his weird friends that he shared a house with, most of them were criminals and such.

You simply nodded as David held your hand and went up the stairs, the house was rather trashed with graffiti and stuff, but the door to David's room actually looked nice.

Just as the inside. "Surprised?" David asked, showing off his actually well-kept room, but what rather distributed you the most was the giant picture of you, with what seems to be a makeshift shrine or something..

It was confirmed by David was fucking crazy for you. And you definitely didn't want to know what was in the box just below the makeshift shrine.

David was already taking off his shirt, showing off his lean body. Slowly, giving a smile. "I just can't help it [Name]..." David slowly stated, his voice cold, "I just love you too much to not worship you." David whispered seductively going in closer, as he raised his head to look up at you, his lips smashing against yours. His movements were precise, David had gotten you hard in no time, David was also completely rock solid, his lips churning as he took your clothes off, to reveal your own body. "So fucking perfect." David had stated as he started kissing down your chest, over to your pecs, and finally to your stomach. "Amazing,--fuck.." David's whispers of praise continued.

David's kisses trailed all the way to your cock, which was being eagerly stroked. Soon after David couldn't resist, and ran over to his bedside table and grabbed the lube. "I just, need you inside me." He growled out, as you watched him quickly return back over, and lube up your cock. "Sit down." He said with a grin, you complied taking a seat on his bed, as David positioned himself onto your lap. His puckering hole, slowly diving down on your cock. "Mm." You muttered out a small groan, as David's enlightened heat enclosed onto your rod. David took in a deep breath, as he descended himself fully onto your cock, as you were balls deep inside David. His hands were a bit shaky so he rested them on your thigh, as he slowly began to ride. This gave you a perfect view of David's hole devouring your entire length in all its monstrous size.

"Ohh~--I can feel you plunge into me every time I move like-" Instead of speaking any further, David sped up his riding pase, his hole tightening each time around you. the entire room was filled with the skin-slapping of David's intense riding. David's hole was noisy and messy around your shaft. David had suddenly increased harder, basically impaling himself onto your cock, David's movements slowed a bit as he came all over his chest, his puckering hole spazzing around your cock tightly, sucking you in deep, as he slowly rode.

After a while, David had calmed down from his high, and resumed his bouncing, feeling your cock twitch only made David more excited, as he threw his head back. "Yes, yes--oh fuck--that's right! Fuck all your semen into meee---" David cried out, as suddenly you splurged right inside his hole, David's body shook from pure delight as he purposely tightened his hole to keep in all of your cum.

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vilentia · 3 months

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Dark Charms

David McCall x reader

In the dimly lit ambiance of a downtown bar, the air was thick with the murmur of conversations and the occasional clink of glasses. You were there, nestled between your two best friends, Sarah and Mike, unwinding after a long week. The atmosphere was lively, the kind of place that promised forgotten worries and fleeting joys.

That night, the bar wasn't just a backdrop for casual drinks; it was where paths were destined to intersect. Sarah, ever the spontaneous spirit, was caught up in a complex situationship with a guy named Chris, who, as fate would have it, was a friend of David McCall.

David, a name you hadn't known until that night, would soon etch itself into your memory. He walked in with the kind of confident stride that turned heads, a magnetic pull in his step. His eyes found Sarah and Chris, and subsequently, you. There was an intensity in his gaze, a silent promise of something more, something deeper.

You noticed him immediately. He was undeniably attractive, with a charm that seemed to seep through the very air he breathed. When introductions were made, his hand lingered in yours a second longer, his smile a little too knowing, a little too intrigued. It was disarming, the way he looked at you, as if he could see past the facade we all wear in social settings.

As the night progressed, David's attention was unrelenting. He was charming, his words laced with an edge that was both exciting and unnerving. He shared stories that made you laugh, then think, then question. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, his presence a catalyst for a rush you hadn't anticipated.

You found yourself drawn into his orbit, captivated by the duality of his persona. On the surface, he was all charm and wit, but beneath that veneer, there was a darkness, an untamed intensity that you couldn't quite decipher. It was both a warning and an allure, a paradox that intrigued you.

Your friends noticed the chemistry, a mix of concern and curiosity in their glances. Mike's protective nature was evident, his eyes often flickering between you and David, assessing, calculating. But the night belonged to the unexpected, to the thrilling unknown.

As the bar began to empty, the reality of time creeping back in, David leaned in, his voice a low whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. "Would you like to go out with me?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

It was a simple question, but loaded with possibilities, with the promise of exploring the enigma that was David McCall. You were at a crossroads, with the safe path on one side and the allure of the unknown on the other. And in that moment, you realized that you wanted to know more, to peel back the layers of this intriguing stranger.

Your "yes" was a whisper, a concession to the curiosity that David had ignited in you. As you left the bar, the night air felt different, charged with the potential of what was to come. David McCall was no ordinary encounter, and you, perhaps against your better judgment, were ready to delve into the mystery.

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tomanyhusbandz · 1 month

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His Girl

18+ no minors

David x Black fem reader

Summary: David McCall spots you one day at the mall with your friends and find you the most intriguing. sneaking in your room, one night your father lectures you through the door, and David’s possessiveness kicks in, and he decides to stake his claim on you while your father speaks on the opposite side of the door.

Author’s note: yall know the drill straight off the top (of my head)

Black fem reader,smut ish, possessiveness,kissing,biting,smoking

Mini flashback

You had not to long ago moved to this VERY suburban neighborhood with your mother and father who where both big shot lawyers and it was really awkward for you and your parents but you figured since they had so much money it shouldn’t be a problem to blend in. You had made a couple a friends on your first day at the new neighborhood school shockingly everyone was trying to get a piece of but you’d just roll your eyes and go on about your day not wanting to be anyone’s token black friend, despite that you met Nicole and Lora and they seemed pretty chill then one day you three where out and about at the mall when you notice a group of guys. They looked sketchy too sketchy for yours and Nicole’s liking but Lora was a free spirit you where fiddling with your nails when you noticed the silent one staring at you like his undressing you with his eyes.

He smiled with his eyes mysteriously watching your every movement down from your Mocha brown skin,Chanel pumps and frilly socks to your short black plaid skirt showing just a peek of your bow tattoos behind your thighs and that oh so neatly short button up white dress shirt you tied at the bottom making your curves teasingly entice anyone you walk past. You were like a siren you already had him hooked and he didn’t even know your name yet it made his breath catch and his heart flutter just from you rolling your eyes at him.

“Lora come on les go .. before I slip over this one’s drool” you say pointing over at him with your thumb making Nicole laugh covering her mouth one thing about you is your very out spoken something Lora couldn’t top you in

“So it’s like dat .. I can’t admire your beauty without you insulting me I’m wounded baby” The sexy stranger says with a million dollar smile on his face making you mentally bite your lip he was the hottest white boy you’ve seen in this town with a Jersey accent to top it off, doesn’t mean you ain’t gonna play hard to get

“Don’t call me baby i ain’t no body’s baby you have to earn this .. your cute though ciao !” You say linking arms with Nicole and Laura making sure to swing your hips as you walk away

“Ha! Well I’m David what’s your name!” he says shouting biting his lip as he follows running he catches up silently behind you his eyes watching your hips like a cat clock

“Y/n and that’s all your getting” you say laughing at his sudden per suite of getting anything he can from you

“Oh my gosh hooked already and she hasn’t gave you anything” Laura says a bit annoyed but humored as you all finally make it to your Ferrari which you let Nicole drive because you’ve seen Laura drive and it wasn’t the best

David silently watches you all climb in before quickly grabbing your hand and helping you climb over the seats watching you sit you look up at him and his grin with a sudden charm, a dangerous charm like he was hiding a bit of malice behind it but you shook the feeling as soon as he leaned both arms on the car supporting his chin he laid on top of them.

“So you gonna let me take you out .. or I gotta beg” he says his eyes low lidded and dark something about that you liked made your chest burn from the inside

“Mhmm I don’t know as much as I’d like to see you on yo knees I’d rather not .. but yeah you can take me out” you say biting your bottom lip the car revving up in the background you both ignore that signal from your friends you grab your receipt and write your address down and number handing it to him

“Good I’ll see youuu tonight ? but before you go you gotta give me something” he says in a whisper you both close to each other’s lips your French tip nail tracing his lips

“Do I ?” You say leaning closer to kiss him then the car slowly pulls off and the girls cackle along with you as you blow him a kiss

You watch from the back seat of the low top rrari he stands in the parking lot smirking as if he won the game you to just played you knew he was going to be trouble but you didn’t mind it, it was more fun for you that way you couldn’t piss your parents off anymore than you have.

Mini Flashback over

Ever since then you to had been inseparable where ever he went is where you went and same went for you. But sometime you needed space and that’s when David’s controlling side came out and he wanted to argue or try and manipulate you and make you feel bad about going out without him but he gave up on that when he realized you were going to do what you wanted anyway. No matter what he did you wouldn’t leave him even when your parents disagreed about him you kept seeing him and when they grounded you, you snuck out or he snuck in you where down for him and he was down bad for you.

Currently you where both in your room after you where grounded for the six time for joy riding in your dads new bentley with David and his friends your parents think his a bad influence on you but you didn’t care. Music played silently in the background as you blew smoke from your mouth and into David’s while you straddle him he laid under you examining your face, you scored some weed from his friend for free so you both were just silently mellowing out in your room while David rubbed his rough hands along your soft semi naked thighs fingertips sneaking under your pajama shorts, This was promptly his fifth night sneaking in and you were sure your dad knew but you didn’t care.

“What ? .. you starin at me” you said smiling while the blunt hangs from your lips slapping his muscular chest his yankee cap backwards on your head

“Nothing you just look good on top of me” he says biting his lip and slapping your butt then taking the blunt from your lips

You giggle at his response before he could put the blunt to his lips you lean down and kiss his lips. He kissed you back possessive wrapping his hands in your hair tightly making you wince a little but shiver at the same time before he released you and took a hit then blew it out.

“So Lora has these too friends that wanna buy from you or maybe get it for free buttt they say they don’t like yo creepy rockstar friend” you say trying to slide off of him but he presses your thighs down so you can’t move keeping you in place with one hand

“Well then they don’t need a buy form me .. besides you the only one getting anything for free cause you mine “ he says in a growl almost intimidating you but making you excited at the same time

Before you could answer him you hear footsteps outside the door sounding like expensive dress shoes which only meant it was your dad again coming to lecture you about making good choices and dropping David.

“Are you smoking in there ?” He says frowning from the other side of the door that smell was familiar to him it reminded him of back when he was a teen the same reason he didn’t want you around David because of the stupid things he did

“NO! Daddy please not tonight i get it okay” you say rolling your eyes you look down at David who sits up on his elbows whispering for you to come closer which you couldn’t say no to he got a kick out of asserting dominance on you

“ Don’t get smart with me .. im just hear to tell you im sorry i just want what’s best for you” he says taking a deep sigh laying his forehead on the door in frustration

“Mhm ..” you say throwing your head back as David nibbles on your neck licking over the purple mark he left from earlier now sitting all the way up with you still in his lap he hold your waist making you grind against him

“And so does your mother we don’t want you knocked up and throwing away your future for some psycho your my little girl i just don’t wanna see you hurt ” he says sounding as if his waiting for your response not being able to hear much over your music playing in the background

“Mmh Dav … stop his right on the other side of the door” but he didn’t stop David’s hate fire was fueled by your fathers hateful words towards him he was right, David was a sick but he was sick for you and you for him, he knew you where down for whatever he asked you to do even if it meant pissing your parents off.

“Mh so .. I hope he hears us just so he knows’’ he says slipping his thumbs into the sides of your shorts bringing them under your butt revealing your satin panties, as he watched your eyes shut from his rough yet soft nibbling on your skin, your back arched over the edge of your bed a little

“ k-knows what” you say out of breath for his overstimulating bites and groping

The bed creaking from his slipping you off his lap and taking off his pants revealing his toned legs then he slips off his jersey showing his toned abdomen and wide shoulders. he turns around and bites his lip at you as he watches you from the bed, lean back on your elbows with your legs wide open and your shorts fully removed and just your panties on. Something his always imagined seeing you in he had just been playing nice since the first day you met the little cat and mouse game you would like to play, and he wanted to wait until you were ready but he could tell by that love drunk look on your face you wanted nothing but him.

“What’s that noise in there … is someone there and you’re lying to me again y/n!!” Your dad shouts from the outside turning the handle but it wouldn’t turn David smirked again and went over to you standing between your legs you lay back and slide your hand down his toned chest while yanking at his boxers eagerly.

“ That your my girl .. “he says watching your hands yank at his boxers pulling them all the way down as your dad hollers banging on the door in the background making David’s revenge all the more sweeter

#imagine #fear 1996 #mark wahlberg #90s #imagines #x reader #90s boys imagines #90s boys #black reader #black fem reader

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fandomnsfw · 1 year

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New Rules - Scott McCall x Reader

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Prompt: New Rules by Dua Lipa. Also requested by @sjsjsksskks

Warning: None just fluff and angst (I think)

Thank you to my amazing Beta for listening to my rants this morning about my personal life thanks to getting that off my chest I was able to come up with this! Thanks @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!

****

You walked into the kitchen where half the pack was inhaling coffee. It was late at night so most of the pack was asleep but those who had work tonight or school work were still awake.

Lydia was eating a fruit salad whilst reading a text book of some sorts. Stiles was inhaling his coffee, complaining about work as Derek stroked the back of his neck affectionately whilst sipping his own coffee. Scott was cooking something on the stove with no shirt and a pair of skinny black sweatpants.

You sat down next to Lydia smacking your head off the breakfast bar counter. The loud thud caused Stiles and the rest of them to look at you with wide eyes. You sat up just as your phone started ringing. You groaned and looked at the phone with narrowed eyes.

“Don’t pick up.” Lydia huffed without even looking at the phone. She knew who it was without looking and that caused you to roll your eyes. You left the phone to ring but after it stopped it quickly started back up.

“Y/N you know it’s a bad idea right?” Derek muttered carefully. You stared at them but when the phone started ringing for the third time you gave in and picked it up.

‘Hey babe.’ He slurred down the phone letting you know he was drunk.

“What do you want David?” You sighed tiredly.

‘I miss you.’ He whispered softly. His voice sent your heart rocketing, no matter how many times you made this mistake you never learnt.

Before you could reply the phone was yanked out your hand. Lydia stood there with your phone in her hand. She quickly hung up on him with a scowl on her face. You let out a growl but inside you were momentarily thankful.

“One, don't pick up the phone. You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone.” Stiles sang as he danced about the kitchen, his coffee finally kicking in.

“Two, don't let him in. You have to kick him out again.” He continued with a laugh.

“Three, don't be his friend. You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning.” He whispered like it was the biggest secret.

“And if you're under him. You ain't getting over him.” He giggled as Derek rolled his eyes at his boyfriend’s antics. Once he sat down on Derek’s lap Lydia spoke up.

“As much as Stiles is an idiot and his way of saying it is moronic, he’s right. You need to stop Y/N, it’s going to kill you.” She sighed softly as she placed your phone on the kitchen side.

You gave her a sad nod before sitting down. You laid your head on the counter as you thought back to your relationship with David. He was your first love, the boy you gave you virginity to. He was a coyote like Malia except he was raised by humans. He’d lived in beacon hills most of his life but coyote weren’t pack animals so even when Scott had offered to be his Alpha he declined.

He still hung out with the pack occasionally but you and he had grown close in that time. You eventually started dating but you knew he didn’t love you. For him it was just sex. After you guys broke up he called you when he was drunk, telling you he missed you but after sleeping with him he left like it never happened. It’s been five months since you broke up but every now and then he calls and for some reason you always crawl back. You couldn’t understand it yourself, but either way you did.

Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. You shot out your seat when you caught David scent. You tried to run to the door but Scott beat you to it. He opened the door flashing his red eyes before catching you by the waist effectively keeping you away from your ex-boyfriend.

“You’re not welcome here.” Scott growled as you struggled against his hold.

“I just wanna talk to ‘er.” He slurred sadly.

“No.” You let out a whimper at his sad tone.

“Y/N listen to me. Forget his tone and forget his face look at me.” Scott mutter softly in your ear. You huffed but played along anyway. You glanced up at your Alpha with a frown.

“Chemo signals.” He muttered causing your eyes to widen as you zoned in on the chemo signals around you. You found Scott’s first his was concern and something you couldn’t quite pin point. Then you zoned in on David and your eyes widened in hurt. The only chemo signal coming from David was arousal. No hurt. No longing. Just pure lust.

You’re eyes welled with tears as you stared into Scott’s dusky brown ones. He strocked your cheek sweetly before pulling your head into his chest. Stiles came out the kitchen with a glare firmly on his face. Before anyone could figure out what was happening Stiles punched David across the face.

“Leave. If you come back I’ll take my bat to your pretty little face!” Stiles growled angrily as his boyfriend ran out the kitchen to grab him.

David let out a laugh before leaving calmly like he hadn’t just ripped open a wound that was already bleeding. Scott held you as you shook against his chest, but as soon as you were sure he was gone you burst into tears, collapsing to the floor with Scott who was making soothing sounds that frankly you barely registered.

You weren’t sure how long you cried but by then end of it, your eyes were sore and you felt beyond tired. Stiles and Derek had left for work and Lydia had gone to bed. You finally looked up at Scott who was holding you like you were the most precious gem. He shot you a sad smile before reaching out and stroking your cheek once again.

“You ready for bed?” Scott asked gently. You gave him a nod but as you tried to stand your legs gave out from under you. Thankfully Scott caught you before lifting you up bridal style.

He carried you to your bedroom before placing you in your bed. He brush your hair out your face before pulling the covers over you. You gave him a smile that probably looked more like a grimace but either way he returned it. And you were vaguely aware he bid you good night as you felt into a deep sleep.

****

You weren’t sure what time it was when someone shook you awake but you were aware you had tears sliding down your face and a sheet of sweat glistening across your entire body. You shot up with a sob you hadn’t even realised you’d let out, before glancing at the person who woke you up.

“Hey it’s okay. I’m here.” Scott muttered softly as he pulled you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around you tightly. You buried yourself into his chest silently and the tears involuntarily kept falling.

He rocked you back and forth until you finally pulled away your face covered with dry tears. He wiped mostly of them away before waiting patiently for you to speak. When you finally found your voice it was scratch and felt so raw you almost winced.

“I don’t even remember having a dream..” You muttered sadly.

“You were crying so loudly. Stiles tried to wake you but when he couldn’t he came to get me. I’m just glad I left you door open a little otherwise we wouldn’t have heard you. The soundproofing in this house is no joke.” Scott chuckled sadly.

You glanced at his chest quickly realising her was in nothing but a pair of dark red boxer briefs. You coughed awkwardly before he looked down and realised what you’d looked at. He flushed before scratching the back of his neck.

“How about I go put on some sweats then I can stay in here with you?” Scott asked softly his embarrassment fading quickly.

“I thought you hated sleep in clothes?” You chuckled in amusement.

“Well usually but I have a little more respect for you than to sleep in your bed in just boxers.” Scott smiled softly as you took in his words. They made your stomach flutter softly but you quickly dismissed it before looking at him.

“I don’t mind. It’s not like you’re naked.” You giggled softly before crawling into bed. He followed quickly getting in behind you so your back was against his chest. You sighed happily before closing your eyes and letting the much need sleep take you.

****

When you woke up against you felt someone restricting your movement and then when you tried to move something very large poked your ass. You thought maybe you left your sports bottle on the bed again but your eyes shot open as you remembered last night. Scott’s ridiculously large morning wood was pressing against your ass.

“Mornin’ how’d ya sleep.” He muttered sleepily as he started coming to.

“Yeah great…Scott I hate to embarrass you buuut your monster dick is poking me in the ass.” You deadpanned. He started flapping about until he finally fell off the bed. You burst out laughing as you looked over the side of the bed in amusement.

“M-Monster dick?” Scott stuttered his face bright red.

“Yep I thought I’d left my sports bottle on my bed again.” You giggled softly as he tried to cover up his problem with a pillow.

“O-Oh I’m so sorry…” You muttered the scent of shame taking over the room. You quickly hopped off the bed and bent down next to him.

“Scott I know it’s not because of arousal it’s fine. I want to be a doctor remember? I know it’s because of the need to pee. Not all the time but most of the time.” You shot him a smile before stroking his cheek gently.

“How about you go sort it out while I make us some breakfast and coffee.” You muttered sweetly as he nuzzled into your hand happily. He gave you a nod before running off to your on suite bathroom.

By the time breakfast was done Scott strolled down stairs in some tight jeans and a burgundy Henley. It wasn’t a tight Henley like Derek’s is was slightly baggy but recently Scott had been working out more with Derek so he was slowly filling out the top.

“What time do you have work?” You asked as you both sat down at the breakfast bar. Just then Stiles walked into the kitchen with a tired gaze before stealing a piece of bacon off Scott’s plate.

“I have work at 8am so in about thirty minutes.” Scott mumbled softly as he smacked Stiles hand away as the other boy tried to grab another piece of bacon.

“You have a day off today right?” He added with a mouthful of food, as he scoffed down his breakfast.

“Yeah no lecture today either so I’m gonna be lazy all day.” You giggled as you sipped you coffee.

You picked up a piece of bacon on your fork before holding it to Scott’s lips. He gave you a lopsided grin as you wrapped his mouth around the fork happily. You returned his smile before eating some more of your eggs.

“Okay well if you need me text me. I gotta go.” He stood up and cleared away his plates before walking back to you with a smile. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your temple before muttering goodbye.

You stared at Stiles with wide eyes as Scott left the house. Stiles stared back mirroring your expression. You flailed your arms around in an attempt to communicate something that only Stiles would most likely understand. He gave you a shrug before stealing Scott’s abandoned coffee.

You weren’t entirely sure what happened but you couldn’t exactly say you were unhappy about this little development if anything it made you heart fluttered excitedly.

Just then Derek walked in and Stiles looked up from the coffee, a smile broke across his face as you sniffed the air to get a feel of their chemo signals. You smelt the same thing you’d smelt on Scott last night so you glanced at Derek putting out your hand to stop him approaching Stiles.

“What’s that emotion raidiating off Stiles right now?” You asked Derek cautiously. Derek sniffed the air as Stiles made grabby hands at Derek ignoring my words.

“Oh that’s attraction.” Derek muttered as he opened his arms for his boyfriend, who happily ran into them.

“So like a toned down version of lust?” You asked in confusion because you were sure this smelt nothing like lust.

“No…Hmm how do I word this…It’s the pheromone that gets released when you’re in love with someone. It smells kinda sweet right?” He asked as he hugged his lover tightly.

“Yeah. WAIT...LOVE!?” You squeaked loudly as Derek flinched and started at your with furrowed brows.

“Yes. Love. Why where have you smelt it?” Derek asked with a laugh.

“S-Scott smelt like that last night w-when he was looking into my eyes…” You muttered shyly.

“Oh cool.” Stiles stated before pulling away from his boyfriend.

“COOL!? THIS IS A BIG DEAL STILES!” You screamed loudly.

“Not re-Wait…You really didn’t know he was in love with you this whole time?” Stiles asked in shock.

“You guys knew!?” You yelled angrily, slamming your coffee down on the table in frustration.

“It’s not hard to see. You were just too blinded by David fucking asshole Smith! I mean come on! SMITH! What kind last name is that!?” Stiles groaned dramatically. You shook your head before storming to your room to think about this new revelation.

*****

When Scott had gotten home that night, you’d locked your bedroom door. You hadn’t known how to face him. The reality of the situation had been too heavy for you to bear at that moment. You had still been so screwed up about David you honestly couldn’t have even thought about a relationship with Scott. Even if your heart had fluttered around him a number of times.

However now you somehow find yourself brimming with anxiety and seething with jealousy. Malia and Scott had gotten closer over the past few weeks since you had kept your distance but right now they were currently giggling and flirting away with one another.

You suddenly felt a wetness on your hand which made you frown and snap out of your jealousy. You looked down at you hand and noticed it was covered in blood. Your frown deepened as you tried to assess what happened. That’s when you notice your phone was practically bent in half on the floor covered in blood.

You looked up to see Stiles staring at you with wide eyes and suddenly Scott sniffed the air his eyes shooting to yours. You hid you hand before he could see it but that apparently did nothing because he was on your in seconds.

“Why are you bleeding?!” Scott asked with a panicked tone.

“It’s nothing go back to your flirtatious conversation!” You snapped before picking up your phone and storming out the living area.

You were about to close the bedroom door but before you could Scott burst in after you, slamming it loudly in apparent anger. He paced your room a few times before looking up at you with anger on his face.

“What the hell was that about!?” He growled angrily, his eyes flashing red.

“What are you so angry about!?” You snapped.

“Malia is down there thinking she was stepping on people’s toes by expressing her interest in me!” Scott screamed angrily as he took a step forward.

“YEAH WELL MAYBE SHE WAS!” You yelled back with an equal amount of viciousness.

“YOU HAVE BARELY SAID TWO WORDS SINCE THAT NIGHT AND NOW YOU SUDDENLY GET TO ACT JEALOUS!? I DON’T THINK SO!” He screeched.

“I FOUND OUT YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH ME! I HAD JUST BEEN THROUGH MY FIRST HEART BREAK! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO ACT! W-When all of a s-sudden you entered my head and started making my heart flutter…I-I was scared.” You trailed off as you tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill over.

“Is that what these past few weeks of avoidance has been?” Scott asked his tone raw with pain.

You gave him a nod before glancing up to see his face contort in pain. You let out a whimper as you took in his expression. You hated seeing this man hurt. Especially when it was because of you.

“Bu-But over the past few weeks as you a Malia got c-closer I realised…I-I want to be…” You stopped as you felt your tears start falling.

Suddenly Scott was inches from your face, his hands cupping your cheek like you were the most valuable breakable artefact in the world. His eyes were boring into yours, his expression one of hurt, concern and love.

“Please don’t cry…When I see you cry it kills me.” Scott whispered brokenly.

“I’m s-so sor-sorry I never w-wanted to hurt you.” You cried as you clutched onto his dark blue hoodie.

“I…I know…I know. I’m sorry I yelled at you. I’m sorry I confused you and if you would let me…I’d love to kiss you right now?” He muttered softly as he looked into your eyes questioningly.

“Please.” You replied breathlessly as your lips parted slightly.

He caught your lips in a soft yet passionate open mouth kissed. It was sweet and portrayed everything you’d both felt the past few weeks. He twisted his head the opposite way as you did you same. Never deepening the kiss but you honestly didn’t care because this moment was the most picture perfect moment you had in your life and you were sure nothing could ever compare.

After a few more seconds he pulled away a little breathless. You stared into his eyes only to see the brightest loving look staring back. You stood on your tip toes as you leant up, throwing your arms around his neck, burying your head in his neck.

“I think I’m totally head over heels in love with you.” You giggled softly into his neck as happy tears dropped onto his shirt.

“If it makes you feel better…I’m totally head over heels for you too.” Scott chuckled happily as he hugged you back.

The only rule you knew you’d need in your life now was; Never let this beautiful man go.

#scott mccall #scott mccall x reader #scott mccall x you #reader insert #reader #tw #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #scott mccall imagine #fluff #beta!reader #alpha!scott #alpha #scott #mccall #mccall pack

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happy nice ask day!!! I finally thought of one I can ask!!!

what's your favorite thing (or things) about henry, and is it a common trait with some of your other favorite characters?

Aww, this is such a good question.

You are going to deeply regret asking it.

[clears throat]

My favorite thing about Henry is his heart — my sweet prince born with his heart outside his body. Tbh, that letter to Alex in the book might be the moment that really solidified Henry as blorbo:

Once, there was a young prince who was born in a castle. His mother was a princess scholar, and his father was the most handsome, feared knight in all the land. As a boy, people would bring him everything he could ever dream of wanting. The most beautiful silk clothes, ripe fruit from the orangery. At times, he was so happy, he felt he would never grow tired of being a prince. He came from a long, long line of princes, but never before had there been a prince quite like him: born with his heart on the outside of his body. When he was small, his family would smile and laugh and say he would grow out of it one day. But as he grew, it stayed where it was, red and visible and alive. He didn’t mind it very much, but every day, the family’s fear grew that the people of the kingdom would soon notice and turn their backs on the prince. His grandmother, the queen, lived in a high tower, where she spoke only of the other princes, past and present, who were born whole. Then, the prince’s father, the knight, was struck down in battle. The lance tore open his armor and his body and left him bleeding in the dust. And so, when the queen sent new clothes, armor for the prince to parcel his heart away safe, the prince’s mother did not stop her. For she was afraid, now: afraid of her son’s heart torn open too. So the prince wore it, and for many years, he believed it was right. Until he met the most devastatingly gorgeous peasant boy from a nearby village who said absolutely ghastly things to him that made him feel alive for the first time in years and who turned out to be the most mad sort of sorcerer, one who could conjure up things like gold and vodka shots and apricot tarts out of absolutely nothing, and the prince’s whole life went up in a puff of dazzling purple smoke, and the kingdom said, “I can’t believe we’re all so surprised.”

Henry is just so soft. He was instructed to build a wall around his heart and keep his childish fantasies about love and happiness hidden behind it, but that's the thing, right? He didn't abandon those parts of himself or change them. Despite everything he has been through, despite all of the pain he has endured, despite the pressure that's been pressed onto his shoulders, despite, despite, despite... Henry built defenses around the tender parts of his heart, and then he never let anything touch them. He didn't let that cement leak into his fortress and cause the gentleness to harden while he was building. He protected that tenderness. Kept it safe. Kept it warm.

So, when Alex came along, someone who proudly wore his heart outside his body — someone who probably wasn't even born that way, someone who actively ripped his heart out of his chest and put it on his shoulder, deliberately — all Alex had to do was tear down a couple of those bricks. ("Give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart. There’s so much of you.") Once Henry was surrounded by people who believed his heart was his strength and not his weakness, Henry eventually learned he didn't need those walls. His heart is indestructible, after all. Who needs walls?

Like.

He's just.

He's so... [gestures wildly with hands]

That said, I do think that's a common trait among my favorite characters. David Rose and Stevie Budd, both with such tenderness hidden behind their armor... Evan Buckley, who never learned to build that fortress and gives and gives and gives... Scott McCall, who outright refused to touch that cement... Lito Rodriguez, who learns "we'll all be judged by the courage of our hearts..." Ugh, and y'all don't have the privilege of knowing my best friend's OC, Jody, but he also follows this pattern and he's truly the sunshine of my heart.

Idk. I guess I have a fondness for characters who, at their very core, are kind when the world tells them not to be — for "the gentleness that comes not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it."

#ask #lilythesilly #henry fox #nice ask day

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ao3 tag game!

thanks for the tag @scribeoffate i forgot i was tagged for a hot minute hehe

How many works do you have on ao3? 99. NINETY NINE!?!?!?!

What's your total ao3 word count? 215,544. woah.

What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Teen Wolf. I wrote and uploaded 1 fic for stay (2005) and I wanna write more for other fandoms like Brokeback Mountain, Merlin.

What are your top five fics by kudos? YFHAPBOS Fake It 'til You Make It The Mischief is Hereditary In An Empty McDonald's Parking Lot At 3AM Intoxicating

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, I love responding to comments!

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i exist to nobody but you. it's angsty all throughout so yeah.

What's the fic you wrote the happiest ending? Most of my fics end happy so i'm just gonna pick one out the hat and it's Riding Drag! a fun little stackson one shot!

Do you get hate on fic? No, not on fic, fortunately!!

Do you write smut? Yep. Most of it is unpublished though but there's a great deal of it on ao3.

Do you write crossovers? i have like 2 smut wips of one of my two crossover ships. I really want to get more ppl in this crossover ship but i cant do that as long as these wips stay inside my docs smh

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i know of. hopefully not?!!!

Have you ever had a fic translated? not yet, but i'd be glad to have any of them translated by anyone!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? not really, the most co-written a fic has got is having one of my dearest friends watch me write it live on docs and them hyping me up and giving suggestions.

What's your all-time favourite ship? Stackson, I suppose. But you know what, I'll take this moment to also plug in my best friends, my current most-obsessing over ships, Scackson, Scerek, and my two brainrot crossover ships, Ditch Lapp (Detective David Loki/Mitch Rapp) and Scott McCall/Donnie Darko (these ships might not be an all-timer but they sure do feel like it)

What's a wip you want to finish but probably won't? HIYA, i want to finish it but i also dont want to touch it.

What are your writing strengths? i can pavlov's dog myself into writing specific wips sometimes with the help of music. (if i listen to the brokeback mountain soundtrack, especially riding horses, i immediately have to work on the stackson cowboys fic)

What are your writing weaknesses? sometimes i lose motivation for long stretches of time

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i haven't done it before i think, nor am i comfortable doing it with languages i don't know very well. i am already writing fics and stuff in my second language soo yeahhh

First fandom you wrote for? bandoms. I was one angsty tween/teen. I still have the residual teen angst in me.

Favourite fic you've written? Right now, it's Recollection. I've been tinkering away at a companion piece for it because I love writing Sam's pov but also Henry in Sam's pov.

#tag game #feral says things

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School House Rock: America Rock 4th of July Special! (Comission for WeirdKev27)

Happy LOUD EXPLOSIONS OUTSIDE MY GODDAMN WINDOW WHILE I'M TRYING TO WRITE THIS day everyone. I almost missed doing an indepdence day specail as in the chaos of my move, reorganizing the schedule, having to play catchup, I plum forgot. Thankfully Kev came in the clutch with something easy I could do and thus this special. Schoolhouse Rock is something I saw once or twice as a kid but was a few generations before mine. It came out of a very wholesome source: add exec David McCall noticed his son, while able to learn song lyrics easy, wasn't great with remembering his multiplication tables. So he awesomely wrote a song, hired a musicain to perform it and if he wasn't already father of the year had someone animated. This caught the attention of Radford Stone, a real person I assure you and an exec at ABC who urged him to pitch it and since micheal eisner liked it enough not to kali ma his heart out, the series got greelit as some educational shorts between programs, a way to edcuate kids in a fun way and one of the earliest edutainment breakthroughs i'm aware of. And that's.. really what these are. Simple little animated shorts with awesome music to edcuate you, with this batch having been on vhs and dvd as a collection. Simple premise, great execution, so let's rock under the cut shall we?

No More Kings: This one is about the colonization of america. Which naturally glosses HEAVILY over the meeting with and eventual subjication of the indigenous persons of this country . So here's wendsday adams to give us the real scoop

Otherwise it's a well done short and I just love their pissy little king george who uses a telescope to spy on america and shake his fist. He's the second greatest king george in history. You likely know the first...

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The real question is why HAVEN'T I covered hamilton?

Fireworks Do you ever feel like a plastic bag? because I do. All day every day. Anyways, obvious jokes inside this one is also fire, not only for the stunning visuals of the fireworks, especially ont he budget of a paper clip and a piece of string, but just for the groovy beat for this one. It might be my faviorite of this batch. Aside from the creepy guy chasing a woman around.

The Shot Heard Round the World: .. after I typed that header ANOTHER firework went off in my neighborhood. and then about 4 or 5 as I typed this.. and another.. and another... okay it stopped ... wait no.. okay NOW it stopped. What was I on about? Oh yeah.. this one. It's not bad, but it's not really anything specail. I do however like the house art style for the characters, having most characters in black and white unless they needed to portray another race. THe only thing of not eit really does is feature THE PRIDE OF MOUNT VERNON, GEORGGGEEE WASHINNGTOONNNN!

Preamble It sounds pretty and features John Adams, who sat this one out that FAT MOTHER FU

Elbow Room This is a fun one about the lousiana purchase. Again this being america i'm PRETTY sure there was likely just a touch of genocide underneath this expansion, but it's still a jaunty enough toon.

The Great American Melting Pot Now this one is well meaning, being about how immigration is a good thing , using the old melting pot metaphor. Given how horrendous things have gotten with immigration lately, it's a message that needs to be heard. That said they PROBABLY could've picked a better metaphor than "putting a ton of children inside a giant literal soup pot for a giant lady liberty"

I mean like I said it MEANS well, I just didn't know the statue of liberty fed on the blood of children. My theory was: the statue of liberty likes dog food.

Mother Neciscity

Sufferin Till Suffrage After the nice nap given to me by that last one, we can get into a REALLY FUN one following the embodiment of suffrage as she celebrates how women have the right to vote.. and points out how horribly recent it was gained. It was only 55 years ago when this short aired and it 'll be 103 in august. It's a groovy bit of music about how old assholish men opressed women and how it took decades and decades of struggle for women to get the right to vote. I also like it a lot because unlike a LOT of these , it dosen't sugarcoat things: men opressed women and this was them fighting back for what they always shoudl've had. Simple and awesome, like the best of these.

I'm Just a Bill

Here we are, the GOAT of Schoolhouse Rock, the most iconic one of them. And naturally the one that's been the most parodied with both simpsons

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Which, fun fact, I saw way more as a kid than the original. It also makes me laugh way more as an adult because I get it fully. Family guy also took a nice stab at it though instead of doing a full parody they just made a really hilarious joke

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It also looks like they got the actual voice of bill to do both of these. What a champ.

I also had the rude awakening right wing doucher Steven Crowder thought doing a parody of it against trans rights was a good idea.

The original though his solid and still works. It's stuck, with me knowing how bills work primarily BECAUSE of this song, and the vocal performance is fucking dynamite. It's a work that really stands the test of time , from the image of bill sadly sittnig onc aptial hill to the jubilant ending of him becoming a law. It's really great stuff and easy to see why it endured enough to get tons of parodies and is clearly still shown in school enough for people to STILL recognize it decades later.

Three Ring Government: This one is about how a goverment is like a circus. Granted I would've had congress and the house both as clown cars full of people who either put party bias over personal intrests or are a giant pack of ghouls who care nothing but for their own power. What i'm saying is while this works perfectly for the intended demo for a jaded old man like me it's pretty fucking depressing, especially since 2/3 of these branches aren't in the best shape right now. It''s not bad on it's own merits, it's just hard to watch and not wince wat what the right is doing to it right now or have done to women, people of color and the country in general.

These are a great batch of shorts though. Maybe one day we'll return to school but for now we say good bye to this and hello to MORE EXPOSIONS. THE EXPLOSIONS NEVER END THE EXPLOSIONS NEVER

And thanks for reading

#4th of july #independence day #the simpsons #schoolhouse rock #america #congress #bills #laws #i'm just a bill #Youtube

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purexfuego · 1 year

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Series and the Characters I Write For!

!Clarification! If said character's actor/actress has drama or claims against them, I will still write about the character but I will not write about the actor/actress.

I can write requests with y/n, she/her, he/him, they/them, and any personality traits you'd like!

I'll most likely write fluff, blurbs, one-shots, and smut

All Characters will be aged 18+ in smut or suggestive stories

I will put warnings and triggers at the top of the fic, along with a brief synopsis

I'm open to constructive criticism!

If you find something in my work offensive/rude/triggering and I missed it while creating my warnings, please let me know!!

We're all human and we all make mistakes!

LGBTQIA+ Inclusive!

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Teen Wolf

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Derick Hale

Peter Hale

Chris Argent

Allison Argent

Issac Lahey

Lydia Martin

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Crowley

Wednesday

Xavier Thorpe (I write for the character, not Percy)

Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Tyler Galpin

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Negan

Glenn Rhee

Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Juice

HalfSac

Tig

Chibs

Happy

Bobby

Opie

Cobra Kai/Karate Kid

Miguel Diaz

Hawk/Eli Moskowitz

Demetri

Robby Keene

Johnny Lawerence

Daniel LaRusso

Outerbanks

JJ Maybank

John B Routledge

Kiara Carrera

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

Ward Cameron

Topper

Kingsman

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin

Hamish Mycroft/Merlin

Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Lost Boys

Michael Emerson

Sam Emerson

Edgar Frog

Allen Frog

David

Dwayne

Paul

Marko

Izombie

Blaine DeBeers

Don. E

Ravi Chakrabarti

Major Lilywhite

Yellowstone

John Dutton

Kacey Dutton

Lee Dutton

Beth Dutton

Rip Wheeler

Ryan

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

Metal Lords

Hunter Sylvester

Twilight

Emmett Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Alice Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Charlie Swan

Jacob Black

Marvel

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Loki Laufeyson

And many more!

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overlookedfile · 2 years

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Muse Kicks 3

KICKS ARE CLOSED

I think I’ve got all the stories I can reasonably manage right now. Thank you to everyone who sent requests.

Current Requests:

George Garea meets a new male lover. - Done

Ricardo/Evelyn expecting their 2nd child - Done

Diego Rivera, faithful Done

Paul using liquid courage to approach an old crush Done

Reynaud being soft & flirty with his new wife - Done

Inspector Uhl / f!magician!reader

I probably shouldn’t, since work is starting to wind up into the busy days, but I’m opening my Muse Kicks aka Asks/Prompts again. I don’t think I’m going to have time to work on my longer stuff (requires more coherence and uninterrupted time than I can spare), but I think I’ve got energy for a few one-shots. At this time, I’m willing to write for the following Molina characters (in no particular order):

Silas McCall (Roar)

Maxim Horvath (Sorcerer’s Apprentice)

Cliff (Orchids)

Otto Octavius (Spider-man)

Paul Weller (Unbreakable You)

George Garea (Love is Strange)

Ricardo Morales (L&O: LA)

Davide Rieti (The Moon and the Stars)

Boris Plots (Undertaking Betty)

Diego Rivera (Frida)

Comte de Reynaud (Chocolat)

Sir Jeremy Burtom (The Imposters)

Boris Blavasky (The Man Who Knew Too Little)

Ira Moss (Nervous Energy)

Denis Brabant (Scorpion Spring)

Stephen Arden (Species)

Jonas Nyeburn (Hideaway)

Angel (Maverick)

Satipo (Indian Jones)

Cezar (Ladyhawke)

Or, since I’m resuming work on other fandoms as well, I’m also willing to write for the following not-Molina characters:

David Rossi (Criminal Minds)

Artie Nielsen (Warehouse 13)

Murray Markowitz (Hunters)

Matt Carroll (Bad Manners)

W.W. Beauchamp (Unforgiven)

Terry Donovan (Ray Donovan)

Steve Walker (Fear)

Inspector Uhl (The Illusionist)

Chuck Rhoades (Billions)

I’ll update this post when I have reached my limit on what I feel I can manage in a reasonable amount of time.

#muse kicks #asks #prompts #alfred molina characters #not alfred molina characters

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thejacksmit · 8 months

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First Take: The Equalizer 3 - progress over perfection

SYNOPSIS: Robert McCall finds himself at home in Southern Italy but he discovers his friends are under the control of local crime bosses. As events turn deadly, McCall knows what he has to do: become his friends' protector by taking on the mafia.

The one word I thought a lot during The Equalizer 3 was ‘authenticity’- it isn’t often that an action film comes around which features a sequence where the hero rehabs an injury, but much like the 1980s show which loosely resulted in this film adaptation, as well as the recent reboot series on CBS in the states, this film is properly rooted in its past, and looks to the future as it brings the McCall story to an end - this time in Italy.

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Returning to cap off this trilogy is director Antoine Fuqua, who turns in a rather neat 1 hour 49 minute slow burner of an action film, and just like 1 and 2, Richard Wenk provides the script - this is a nice and slow kind of vibe, and while there is some seriously violent setpieces that warrant the 15, this is a brutal story that ties up a lot of loose ends and still has enough time for you to get a coffee - just as you see on screen a lot. It is shot damn well by Robert Richardson, and Marcelo Zalvos’ score does what it says on the tin for a film like this, coming in when it’s needed- with a very clever needle drop that gets utilised throughout the score too.

As you would expect Denzel Washington carries this film, with his executive producer influence clearly showing- but where there was a lot of interest is his work with Dakota Fanning, with this being the first time she has worked with Denzel since 2004’s Man on Fire, and it is so good to see them back on screen together. Rounding out the cast is David Denman, Sonia Ammar, Remo Girone and Eugenio Mastandrea amongst others, and ultimately, this film is just about fine in every aspect - it’s not good, it’s not bad, and importantly it’s playing well with cinemagoers, even without the lure of £3 tickets like it had on opening weekend in the UK.

THE VERDICT

The Equalizer 3 is a slow but impactful film, and while at times it struggles to nail its pacing, the authenticity of what goes down with the violence, and the ending of 3 films worth of storylines makes it a film that Denzel can arguably carry on his back without any major issues.

RATING: 3.5/5

#first takes

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vitapictura · 2 years

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John - Who Gone Be | Music Video Trailer from Vita Pictura on Vimeo.

The official music video for “Fight City” mini-series produced by Vita Pictura and Roll Up Films and directed and performed by John Lee.

John Lee created this series while teaching math at a high school and doing his master’s degree. Fight City was shot in New York, Cleveland, and Tallinn. The film builds on the range of issues one faces while growing up in a community segregated by financial status, class, and race. The production just proved that film has no boundaries, as long as you are convinced to go through all of the ups and downs of the process.

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David Mccall with dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Backstory: You're Nicole's big brother adopted of course, What happens, you meet David? He seems to be a little bit obsessed with you...well a little bit would be an understatement... Heres part 2:

"So first you met him at a bar...then at a party?" You mutter to your sister who seemed to be lost in a daydream, "I mean yeah- you were at the bar with me?- didn't you see him?" She slowly asked turning her attention towards you.

"No, I was just making sure no creeps slipped anything in yours or Margo's drinks..." you muttered sipping on your water, "Oh, he kept asking about you, once I met him at the club-" Nicole suddenly hummed while walking over to you.

She went over to you and giggled before poking your cheek in a teasing manner, "He seemed more interested in you than in me...I also think he was ogling you at the bar..."

"Nicole! Your friends here!" Our mother Laura yelled from outside, most likely working on gardening.

Nicole gave a peck on your cheek while smiling, "I'm going to see if they would like to stay for a bit." She told you before yelling out to our mom, "Coming!" Nicole quickly jogged out of the room as you set your water down.

"Guess, I'll see what dad is doing..." You muttered boredly, making your way to his home office.

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"You could ride the bumper cars..." You could hear Margo's faint voice trail off as you enter the room to see her bending down in front of your father, to give him a view of her ass.

"Margo, stop trying to flirt with my dad-" You speak out looking in disgust at her antics. Your eyes snap to the other male in the room, Once Davids's eyes land on yours, he was surprised before he was almost too quick to introduce himself. "Hello, I'm David it's a pleasure to meet you!" David held down his excitement, as he reached his hand out for you to shake.

Taking Davids's hand and giving it a shake you then smiled at him, surprisingly he didn't let go of your hand until you spoke, "My hand..please." You bashfully spoke, as he slowly nodded his head.

Nicole suddenly walked in with a coke as she gave you a smile walked over and handed the soda to David. "Thank, you...are you almost ready, I was thinking we invite [Name]." He suddenly spoke out your name, you were confused about how he knew it, since you didn't tell him.

Quickly brushed it off thinking Nicole just told him. "Okay, I need to go get my jacket, ask [Name] for me will you?" Nicole asked David as she jogged out of the office, David turning to you in an instant.

"Would you like to go to the carnival with me--Us...-Sorry-- us?" David politely asked slipping on his words for a moment, his eyes intently staring at your handsome face.

"Yes.." You groan out with a smile, "I thought I would be stuck here all day, bored out of my mind." You laughed watching as Davids's face turned slowly red at your groan...

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Since the car was rather packed after picking up Davids's friends, It somehow came down to him sitting in your lap, after a bunch of chatting on who goes where, but you didn't mind, and it seemed David didn't either as he was leaning close into your chest a large grin on his face.

David's movements were giddy and it was hard for you to focus with all the moving around in your lap he was doing, so you firmly placed your hands on his thighs, which quickly halted his movements.

"So-" One of Davids's friends was looking at you seemingly trying to start a conversation with you but was quickly and harshly shut down by Davids's jealous glare.

"Nevermind.." The friend muttered puffing on a cigarette, as Nicole tried to blow it away from her face.

"Sorry, is the placement of my hands bothering you?" You ask, about to move your hands from Davids's thighs. "No, it's fine," David spoke with a smile grabbing your hands swiftly and placing them back on his thighs.

The care came to a halt as Davids friends voice rang from the front seat, "We are here!" He yelled opening the door. Margo was the first to exit the car, then another of Davids's friends who was in the back seat.

David got out, holding the door open for you, as you got out and looked at the scenery. The dimly lit sky also caught your view.

Once you snap back to reality you realize how close you were to David, your shoulder was pressed against his as he stared at Nicole and Margo chatting.

"Cmon, let's get our tickets," You spoke out to David, as he nodded while muttering an 'alright,'

All of you quickly headed to the entrance of the carnival

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"Ah, shit where did everyone go?" you looked around the somewhat crowded place as you stood by the bathroom, You spotted David jogging towards you, as he held out a wrist band for you to take.

David handed you the wristband before speaking, you noticed he also had one, "It's one of those wristbands that let you ride all rides and play all games..." He spoke, as you smiled, "You bought one for me?"

David nodded his head as he helped you put it on. "Ah thanks, Guess we're carnival buddies now hm?" You spoke out tilted your head to the sides, "Let's, go ride the roller coaster together." You offered, as you assumed your sister was probably having fun with Margo and you didn't want to intrude.

"Sounds like a plan," David spoke before boldly and grabbing your hand, as he made a swift excuse, "So we don't get lost in the crowd..."

After that, the both of you made it in line which was practically empty other than the people just finishing the ride and getting off, David insisting he doesn't let go of your hand.

The person working at the Roller coaster let you both in after setting your wristbands.

Both of you got on and the mental bar came down to hold you both in. "Rather desolated huh?" David spoke as the ride suddenly but slowly started.

"Do...I have something on my face? You've been staring...a lot.." You suddenly broke the silence as David spoke, "Sorry, You're just handsome." He boldly spoke as you gave a chuckle while turning your head towards him, as he gently stared at your lips.

The wind began to slowly halt as the ride went up a steep part of the ride. "I could say the same to you," You gently spoke as David pulled you into a kiss, you quickly accepting as his hand made it towards your clothed genital.

"Let, me~" David purred out slowly rubbing his hand on your growing groin. As it began to ache considering it was being held back by your pants.

David let your cock free, as he stared at it in awe, "You're so big," He smiled spitting on his hand as he began to jerk and tug at your cock, using your pre-cum mixed with his spit as lube.

You looked up at David to see him focused on your face and your reaction as you let out a small groan at his fast pace of jerking your cock.

Being rather surprised at the softness of his hands and how carefully and inventive he was with your cock as you could hear him mutter to himself as he was worshiping your cock.

The roller coaster came down a deep steep, the wind quickly picking up, David having to grip the metal bar around him, his other hand focusing on pleasuring you. Once your orgasm came near, David tried to lower himself down to your cock the best he could with the roller coaster metal restraints, He felt your cock pulsating in his hand while admiring your girth and size, until your cum splatter all over his face, much to his amusement as he let go of your cock and helped you put it back in your pants.

David wiped the cum off his face with his hand, before bringing his cum filled hand to his face and licking it all up with a groan.

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"Thanks! It was fun!" You yelled exiting the car and helping Nicole out, as you opened the door for a second and looked at David, "Have a nice night, David.." His name rolled off your tongue perfectly as he gave you a smile at your words, "Ah, here's my number," You pulled out a piece of paper that had your number and he eagerly took it.

"Good Night, [Name]." David spoke shutting the door of his car, waving goodbye as you walked over to Nicole and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Did you have fun?" You asked as she nodded making her way to the door, and pressing in the door code.

As both of you entered she stopped in her tracks and spoke, "I was with Margo and Davids's friend...I think I saw his friend threatening Margo..." Nicole worriedly muttered, "You talk to her about that?" You asked Nicole shaking her head.

"Dad and Laura are supposed to be leaving tomorrow, Which would leave me, Toby, and you..." She hummed out giving a little smirk, "You gonna invite David over?" Nicole asked before quickly shutting up once our parents came over and welcomed us home.

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It was the next night, you stared up at your ceiling, you didn't do much today, Nicole went to school as did your little brother Toby, and Mom and Dad left for a few days.

Sitting up from your bed, you grabbed the phone from your bedside and dialed Davids's number which Nicole gave you, she was a life saver.

"Hey David," You spoke to him on the phone, his eyes lighting up on the other end, as he looked at his friends and spoke, "[Name] how are you?"

"Well, I'm alone in my room...Parents are out of town-" Getting suddenly cut off by David speaking, "Well, I promised some friends I would help them out with something tonight.." He trailed off as you stayed silent, "I could...come by afterward..."

After he told you this, you told him the pin to the keypad, now all you could do is wait, bored in your room, not realizing soon you drifted off to sleep.

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David entered the keypad, as he looked around the house, only taking notice of the pictures of you hung up, other than that he brushed it off, and searched for your room.

He slowly opened your room door, observing the decor and your shirtless sleeping figure...David slowly strutted forward, catching sight of your drawer opening it, he looked around for a bit until he found a little box, taking it out, and opening it.

To reveal a box full of things, he grabbed the picture of you, and carefully stuffed it into his pocket, He also grabbed the necklace which had your name on it in cursive.

After doing so, David looked at you, and took his shirt and shoes off, before making his way over to your bed, he stared at you for a bit, until you suddenly woke up and groggily opened your eyes.

"Hey.." You quietly muttered out as David whispered your name and went onto the bed, He slowly got on top of you and looked at you before whispering seductively in your ear, "[Name], can I ride you?" after you accepted he couldn't help but bring you into a kiss as the night was filled with passion and really rough skin slapping.

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Your eyes fluttered open with a groan, as you lifted your blanket up slightly to reveal David slobbering all over your cock, his mouth already dripped cum as he continued to suck on your cock, "David- Fuck---" You muttered out his eyes lit up at your reaction as he pushed his mouth further down until your cock was prodded deep into his throat.

Your door suddenly opened unexpectedly to reveal your dad as he spoke to you, "[Name] Can you drive your sister to school---" His eyes make their way over to your bed and your flushed face.

What you didn't expect was David to exit your cock from his mouth and peek his head through the covers.

"Hello, Mr. Walker," David spoke gulping down the excess cum in his mouth and giving a knowing smile.

Your father let out a sigh letting a hand run through his hair before speaking, "Get cleaned up and make sure David is gone by then-!" He huffed out shaking his head in annoyance, as he made his way out of your room and slammed the door shut.

"And, here I thought I was gonna drain you dry-" David whispered to you, as he got out of bed in all his naked glory.

You laughed and smiled, "Well, maybe next time..." You spoke to him and stood up from your bed and stretched your arms, as you looked at David before he pulled you into a kiss, that you leaned into.

"I'll see you later..." David spoke out, getting his clothes on. Doing the same before heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

After David had left and you finished, you made your way downstairs to see Nicole smiling while ready. "Alright, cmon..." You muttered out still slightly tired.

Grabbing your keys, Nicole followed behind once you made your way out of the house and to your car.

Starting the engine, and making your way out of the drive-through, Nicole suddenly asked, "So, what happened in your room, dad came downstairs looking all angry and stuff..." She trailed off, as you focused on the road before speaking.

"I'll tell you when you're older," You joked out as she rolled her eyes, "Well, David might have been in my room--" Nicole gasped, "David?" She giggled.

A little while later, there was an awkward silence, as you pulled up to the school, "I'll pick you up...after school," You promised as she kissed your cheek like she always does when you both part ways.

"Kay, See ya later big bro!" Nicole waved goodbye.

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You leaned against the school tree, considering you had to walk since your car was having trouble starting. However, you called David to pick you and Nicole up...I mean you did promise, Nicole, you would pick her up...so here you were, waiting for Nicole-

"Hey!" You suddenly jump at your sister's voice, as she looked around for the car. "Yeah..about that---" You awkwardly laughed, "No need...Its been having troubles huh-"

"Hey [Name]!" Nicole's friend Gary, smiled greeting you, "Oh, hey Gary." You greeted back as you suddenly spoke to Nicole, "David is supposed to pick us up..." She bobbed her head.

"Haven't seen you in a while." You spoke to Gary, and pulled him into a friendly hug, not noticing Davids's car pulling up, as he stared in complete jealousy as he made his way out. You pulled away from the hug and ruffled Gary's hair.

Your eyes snap towards the angry David, and before you could even greet him, he threw a swift punch at Gary, and started to repeat the actions, until he had him on the floor, crying out.

"Holy- Shit---David!" You yelled out, tugging David off Gary. You grabbed Davids's face and made him look at you. David tried to pry from your grasp and get back to hitting at Gary.

David halted, as he stared at you, grabbing your wrist harshly and tugging you to his car, he threw you into the front passenger seat, and hopped into the driver's seat, before driving off.

"David--" You muttered out staring at him angrily driving, "Are you cheating on me?" He seethed on giving a hit to his steering wheel.

"No- It was just a hug--He's a good kid- I wouldn't..-" You stopped your words, as you began to register what David said...I mean you didn't even know you were that close yet.

You realized how fast David so going, so you gulped down your saliva and spoke, trying to make David calm down, "I wouldn't do that...----" You thought for a moment before speaking, "David, I love you.." Was it true? No not at all, but it seemed to calm him down.

"Really?" His driving got slower as he stared at you.

Little did you know, after you told him that, David wasn't going to let you go because his love for you was far beyond the brink of an obsession. And he was most definitely going to pay that Gary fellow a visit, he can't have anyone that close to you...

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ltwilliammowett · 3 years

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A miniature ivory model of USS Enterprise of 1799 made mid 19th century

All in all, it's really just a pretty little model of the american brig that used to be a schooner. The Enterprise, commanded by Lt. William Burrows, made the headlines when she ran into HMS Boxer, commanded by Master and Commander Samuel Blyth, off the coast of Maine on 5 September 1813 during the War of 1812.

The bids eyed each other for six hours before finally entering the fray. Blyth prepared for a fight to the finish. He ordered one Union Jack to be nailed to the foremast and two to the mainmast. On the Enterprise, Burrows moved one of his two long 9-pounders from the bow to the stern.

USS Enterprise vs. HMS Boxer by Patrick O’Brien (x)

When the two Briggs opened fire. Blyth shouted "Good God, what shots!" an instant before he was killed by the first shots of the engagement. Moments later, while helping his crew to launch a carronade, a musket ball tore into Burrow's thigh, mortally wounding him but leaving him on deck. The fierce battle ended after 30 minutes. Command of the Enterprise passed to Lieutenant Edward McCall, while Lieutenant David McGrery took command of the battered fighter. Towards the end, McGrery described his ship as a complete wreck with three feet of water in the hold.

The Battle drawn by a Sailor of USS Enterprise (x)

The flags on the mainmast had been shot away, but the Englishman's colours remained nailed to the foremast. McCall returned to Portland, Maine, with the two ships and the casualties. During this battle, 20-25 men of the Boxer were killed and 14 wounded. The Enterprise, on the other hand, had only 12 wounded and only two dead. However, since the Boxer Surgeon was not on board, he was left behind on Monhegan Island on the morning of the battle. Dr. Bailey Washington, the surgeon of the Enterprise, took care of all the wounded of both ships. As was always the case in battles, even if it was the enemy, men were not simply left to drown, but were also collected from the sea.

Newspapers in the United States exulted in "another brilliant naval victory". After two days of planning, the authorities conducted an impressive state funeral for the two commanders, and they rest side by side in Portland Main's East Cemetery.

#naval history #uss enterprise #hms boxer #1813 #age of sail

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 3 years

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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.53

Word Count: 2,590

Characters: Derek Hale, Chris Argent, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Stiles Stilinski (mentioned), Reader, OC Characters

Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, some fluff, small mentions of sex and kinks (eww i can’t believe i just wrote that eww)

A/N: ----

Masterlist Series Masterlist

“Yeah, Stiles, okay. I’ll go by Argent’s apartment tomorrow and I'll go pick them up, okay?” you ended the call from Stiles, before going to dry your hair.

“What did Stiles need?” Derek asked.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Oh, the chains they were using to hold back Malia and Liam broke so they need some new chains and stuff,” you explained.

“Oh? Well, maybe you can get a pair of cuffs for us?” he smirked slightly as you rolled your eyes.

“You broke the last pair,” you reminded.

“Technically, you did,” he retorted, pressing his lips against your neck as you scoffed.

You turned to face him, putting your arms around his neck, before you heard a loud knocking on the front door.

Derek frowned, checking the time.

“It’s 2 in the morning,” he replied.

You tensed up, walking towards the door cautiously before opening it, seeing Lydia and Kira standing in front of you.

“What the hell are you doing here at this time?” you asked, pulling them in before you closed the door.

“Look at this list,” Lydia opened up her laptop, showing a white screen with numbers and symbols over it.

She continued to scroll, showing you a list with names and numbers.

Sean Walcott 250

David Walcott 250

Michael Walcott 250

Christina Walcott 250

Lydia Martin 20

Scott Mccall 25

Demarco Montana 250

Derek Hale 15

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) 15

Carrie Hudson 500

Kayleen Bettcher 250

Kira Yukimura 6

Elias Town 250

You frowned slightly, turning to Lydia.

“I-It’s a deadpool. These are the targets. I sort of used my powers to find the deadpool and it asked for a code. The password was Alison and it opened up a third of the deadpool,” she explained.

Your face dropped slightly as Derek put his hand on your shoulder.

“W…” you were speechless, trying to process your words.

“You’re trying to crack the rest?” Derek asked.

Lydia nodded.

“Keep us updated on what’s happening,” Derek said.

You could feel your heart beating in the back of your head as you continued to stand there, frozen. You felt a knot in your stomach as you tried to take a breath. You could see a look of concern on Kira’s face as she looked at you.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Kira asked.

You bit your lip, nodding your head softly.

“I need to work on finding the other names on the deadpool,” Lydia explained.

“Mhm,” you replied.

You could see the concern on both of their faces as Derek spoke, before leading them out of the loft.

“(Y/N),” he put his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you.

“I need you to just take a breath-” Derek started.

“I’m fine,” you lied, shaking your head.

“(Y/N)...” he started.

You closed your eyes softly, before wrapping your arms around Derek.

“We'll get through this,” Derek muttered.

Your heart continued to ache, mostly out of fear. Before it was only the Argent’s circle who was aware of you being a witch and aware of your powers, and now you didn't know who else would know, or what else would happen.

Your eyes watered at the thought of them trying to hurt Derek out of anger.

“I don’t care where you have to go, whether it’s just a small grocery run o-or whatever, you can not be alone,” you clenched your jaw.

“Same goes for you, (Y/N/N),” he pressed his lips against your forehead, while you closed your eyes, leaning on his chest.

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“Scott and Stiles explained everything to Stilinski,” the two of you sat in the car, on your way to Argent’s old apartment.

“Yeah,” you nodded, bouncing your leg as you looked out the window.

“I can feel you holding back,” he sighed.

“We just had a lot to deal with Kate and you losing your powers like this… this is a whole thing,” you shook your head.

He put his hand on your leg, caressing it gently.

“And we’ll get through it, just like we always do,” he reminded.

You sighed softly, nodding your head before the two of you pulled into the parking lot of the apartment, making your way up.

You noticed the lights on in the apartment while you looked under the door, tensing up.

“Something's inside,” you whispered to Derek.

He stayed quiet, frowning before pressing his ear against the door.

“I only hear one heartbeat,” he replied.

“Stay behind me,” you walked into the apartment cautiously, unlocking the door as you tip-toed to Chris’ office.

“(Y/N),” your mouth dropped open as you stared in shock, seeing Chris in front of you.

“Y-You’re back,” you stuttered.

“I told you I wasn’t going to run away from you,” he shrugged.

You ran to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he hugged you back.

“I’m so happy you’re okay,” you said softly.

There was a soft smile on his face as he stroked your head softly, wiping away the tears you didn't know you have.

“How was France?” you asked.

“Well, I wasn't in France for that long…”

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“This school really has no security, like at all. Even after everything that happened,” you walked into Beacon Hills High with Derek following behind you.

“I don’t think they care that much about security. But hey, it makes it easier for us,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, here’s the-” you paused in front of the boy’s locker room.

“Yeah, I know,” the two of you waited outside for a second to make sure it was empty.

You walked into the locker room, following Derek.

“Lots and lots of memories,” he sighed, smiling softly as he picked up Liam’s lacrosse stick.

“Yeah? Like what? Losing control in the showers?” you said in a mocking voice.

“Well, that's one thing. But, do you remember in your last week of school, we snuck into here when it was empty, and we-” you interrupted him, making a noise.

“Of course I remember that. That was… it was amazing,” you smiled at the memory, before following him farther into the locker room, hiding behind a wall.

He stroked your hand softly before you heard the door get pushed open, Scott running past you while you threw him Liam’s stick, picking up another one.

“Here,” you handed Derek the stick.

“Are you sure you have enough strength to snap it?” you asked Derek.

He nodded.

You watched as Liam stormed to his locker, looking for his stick before yelling out, frustrated.

“Where’s my stick?!” he yelled.

He walked around the locker room, while Derek walked out from behind the wall, holding the stick.

“This yours?” Derek said to Liam.

You listened as he snapped the lacrosse stick, hearing Liam gasp.

His eyes glew yellow as he let out a low growl, digging his nails into his claws.

He charged at Derek, before Derek quickly grabbed his neck, pushing him against the wall.

You saw Liam yelling out, struggling against Derek’s hold before Scott came out, yelling Liam’s name.

“You’re right. He is angry,” Derek replied.

You walked in front of the two of them.

“This one’s yours,” Scott handed him his lacrosse stick as Derek let go of him.

“Go to class, Liam,” Scott said.

Liam looked at Scott, before nodding, grabbing his bag, and walking out of the room.

You smiled softly, crossing your arms as you looked at Scott.

“What the hell are you two smiling about?” Scott said, slightly frustrated.

“You’re gonna be so good at this,” you replied softly.

“A-Are you joking? I have no idea what I’m doing. I really need help,” Scott started.

“Well, I’ll tell you one thing. His anger? It’s going to make him stronger,” Derek replied.

“And dangerous,” Scott added.

“You’ve handled dangerous before,” you replied.

Scott sighed, sitting on the bench as he put his hands on his head.

“I was supposed to focus on school this semester,” he started.

You sat down next to him, putting your hand around his shoulder while Derek sat on the other side of him.

“Now Kate’s back, I-I have a beta, and this deadpool,” you could feel him getting more and more nervous as you held his hand.

“Well, we know the deadpool has all of our names on it, so that needs to be our top priority. Lydia’s working on it, right?” Derek asked.

Scott nodded his head softly, still looking down.

“All these problems are temporary. We will figure this all out. You’ll still get time to focus on school. You’re very smart when you want to be, Scotty. Besides, community college isn't that bad,” you smirked softly as he scoffed.

“You’re forgetting you got into an Ivy League and Stanford,” Scott sighed.

You saw Derek frown slightly, before you put your focus back on Scott.

“It doesn't matter if you go to some big shot school. You’re gonna do amazing wherever you go, with whatever you do. You’re gonna be a great vet,” he smiled softly before hearing the bell ring.

“I’ll see you guys,” he waved as he ran out of the locker room quickly.

“Hey, why didn't you tell me you got into Stanford? Or an Ivy League?” Derek asked, pulling on your arm gently.

“I-I don’t know, I guess I thought it wasn't as important because I wasn’t going to leave Beacon Hills,” you explained.

“Why weren’t you going to leave Beacon Hills?” Derek asked.

“I didn't want to leave Beacon Hills.”

“Why not? (Y/N), all this pain and suffering, losing so many people that you care about… why would you want to stay here?”

“I didn't want to leave you,” you saw his face drop slightly.

“I don't ever want to be someone who’s holding you back,” he stroked your cheek softly as you bit your lip.

“You don’t hold me back, Derek. I chose to stay here and I don’t regret my choice,” you shook your head.

You held his hand, stroking it softly as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you too.”

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You watched as Derek got into his car, driving off as you made your way to the art room, trying to find Lydia.

“Anything yet?” you asked her as you walked in.

“Nothing,” she clenched her jaw, shaking her head.

“Well, don’t stress it. Just breathe,” you tried to encourage her as she rolled her eyes.

“Malia. I don’t need you breathing on my neck!” Lydia yelled out, frustrated.

“Well, you see, I kind of don’t want to die, so I need you to crack this list,” Malia replied.

You hid the smirk on your face before you pulled Malia away, sitting down next to her on the table.

“How do you like school?” you asked.

“It’s pointless,” she muttered.

“How much of this stuff am I actually going to use in life?” she asked.

“The only class I can fully say I use in life is Forensics, maybe some Biology and Chemistry, but nothing much,” you shook your head.

“Then what’s the point of math?” she rolled her eyes.

“Old people like watching us suffer,” you shrugged.

She shrugged, before picking up the book next to her, beginning to read through it.

You saw Stiles and Scott running through the hallway, holding Liam up as you frowned.

“Yeah, I’ll see you in a bit…” you got up, running after them.

---

“Lydia needs Meredith, but apparently she showed up at the station, so Lydia and Malia are on their way there,” you looked at the messages on your phone before putting it aside, waiting in front of the school with Derek.

“And Meredith is another banshee?” Derek asked.

“Yeah, she had a thing for Isaac,” you smiled at the memory.

Derek chuckled softly, before leaning against his car.

“What’s taking Chris so long?” you muttered to yourself, looking at your phone to check the time.

“I’m here,” he walked in front of the two of you as you stood up.

“Well, let’s go then, shall we?”

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You stood outside the vault, waiting for Derek and Chris to finish while you wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling a slight breeze. The school was still full, there was a lacrosse scrimmage, and no one would be stupid enough to attack at the moment.

You noticed something moving from the corner of your eye as you turned your head, looking towards the trees.

You squinted your eyes, looking back to the steps of the vault.

You’re being paranoid

You shook your head before hearing another noise, hearing a twig snap.

You shot your head up once again, making your way to the woods as you clenched your fist.

You looked back to the vault entrance before sighing.

“Augendae tenebris,” your eyes were purple as you made your way through the woods, looking around.

There was no there, and no sign of anyone there.

“Dumbass,” you muttered to yourself.

You felt something hit the back of your head as you groaned, falling to the ground.

You winced, putting one hand on the back of your head as you tried to make out everything in front of you.

Your vision was blurry as more and more panic filled your chest.

“Clypeus,” you felt a blunt force hit your stomach, pushing your back as you groaned softly, trying to push yourself up.

“You little hypocrite,” you heard an unfamiliar gruff voice from in front of you.

You blinked hard, trying to make out who was talking to you as you saw a man standing over you.

“You little bitch!” he yelled.

He blew some dust, which you realized to be Hawthorne as you coughed, trying to gasp for air and regain your balance.

“Your little mommy isn't here to protect you anymore. You’re dead you little bitch,” you could feel a sharp blade sticking on your throat as you tried to keep your movement still, feeling some tears rush to your eyes.

“I-I don’t know who you are-” you started.

“Well then, let me remind you,” you pulled you up harshly, while your back hit the tree trunk behind you.

“You and your mommy killed my wife! All because she was supernatural! She never hurt anyone!” he yelled at you.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about!” you yelled back.

“I’ve wanted my revenge for years. Then I see your name on this deadpool. God really does exist, doesn't he,” you could hear his small chuckle as a tear fell down your cheek.

“Dis,” you pushed him to the ground, holding him down as yelled out.

“Somnum,” his eyes fluttered shut as you took a step back, your breathing shaky as you bit your lip, holding back your cries.

More and more tears rushed to your eyes as you tried to control your breathing, taking bigger breaths.

“(Y/N)!” you heard Derek yell, as he ran to you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“W-What happened? I-Is he dead?” Derek’s eyes went wide as you shook your head.

“N-No… he’s just asleep,” your voice broke as he pulled you into his arms tightly. You closed your eyes, holding in your cries as you leaned your head against his chest.

“I-It’s… it’s not just assassins it's hunters too,” you said softly.

He pressed his lips against your forehead, holding you tightly before whispering.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

You nodded your head softly, walking with him to the car before driving off.

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yespolkadotkitty · 4 years

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First off, I LOVE you to bits. Second, I LOVE being in the Dave York pit with you guys. Thirdly, a random Dave request if possible. Dave is finishing a job and ends up saving a young woman who was in the process of being attacked by a mugger. He escorts her home and mayyyyybe she shows him some appreciation for saving her life 😍

I LOVE THAT YOU ARE IN THE PIT

Safe With Me

This amazing gif made by @beccaplaying - THANKYOU!

Warnings: violence, smut, unbeta’d writing.

3am.

York balls up the blood-stained t-shirt he’s yanked off, pushes off the thin latex gloves. A random dumpster in an alleyway catches his eye, and he glances around. It’s a good few feet from any of the streetlamps. Perfect.

He tosses the clothes; pulls a new t-shirt out of his go-bag, shrugs it on. The night is balmy and now he looks like any other tourist after a night propping up one bar or another - plain t-shirt and jeans, big backpack.

He’s learned how to dissemble his MK12 silently, and wraps it in spare clothes to bulk out the backpack. He ruffles a hand through his hand, pulls a souvenir bottle of whiskey from his pocket, douses himself in it. Now he smells like he’d been propping up a bar, too.

The streetlamps shine pale halos on to the pavement as he walks, his mind carefully blank. He never thinks about his kills afterwards. What’s the point?

It crosses his mind that he didn’t get injured this time, so he won’t need her. Florence.

Their relationship - is it a relationship? - confounds and humbles him.

York doesn’t kid himself that she probably wouldn’t look twice at him on the subway; or at a speed dating night. Theirs is a connection born out of necessity, but even so, he’s reached for her more than once after a nightmare jerked him upright in bed; jacked off to the memory of her soft skin when he’s alone in the shower.

So when he hears her voice, he’s almost convinced that he’s dreaming it.

“Stop. Stop!”

York rounds the corner on silent feet - years of training have taught him to move without being seen or heard.

And there she is. Florence, but not as he knows her. She wears a light sweater; a messenger bag slung over her shoulder. Two guys cage her in - both taller, way broader than her. One looks like he’s holding a shiv. York would’ve snorted in disgust if it didn’t put him in danger of being given away.

He assesses the scene for a moment.

“Please,” Florence is saying. “Please. You can take anything I have.”

Over my dead body, York thinks. Florence has saved him, and now the universe has seen fit for him to receive a chance to return the favour.

He reaches into the waistband of his jeans, palms his little Beretta. Aims; shoots the side of the dumpster to the left of Bozo #1.

The asshat yelps; and from this angle it looks as if he pisses himself. York smiles without humour. He settles in behind the postbox, watches, waits.

“What the fuck was that?” Bozo #2 yells, and grabs Florence by the throat.

She gasps.

And that’s enough.

York shoves the Beretta back into his waistband and rounds the postbox. Bozo #1 never sees him coming and with a flick of York’s wrist, the man is out for the count, dropping like a stone to the tarmac. He’ll have a hell of a headache come tomorrow.

Bozo #2 sees his buddy fall and yanks Florence against him, the pathetic little shiv half a foot from her neck.

“Who’s there?” he demands.

Florence stays perfectly still. She knows, York thinks. The doc has been working with black ops soldiers for three years; she’d recognise one anywhere.

There are no streetlights in this alley, so the darkness works to York’s advantage. He presses himself against the wall, regulates his breathing. He could fire another warning shot, but this wannabe gangster’s hand is shaking so bad that a jerk of his arm might harm Florence.

And hurting Florence is a hard line that York will never, ever cross.

He slides a hand slowly into his jean pocket, feels for the little knife; it’s there. He palms it, breathes in and out, slow and steady, and aims. He can see just peachy in the dark thanks to all that murder training.

York hurls the knife. It slams into the meat of Bozo #2’s thigh. No artery has been hit, but he’ll probably have a scar.

Bozo #2 yelps as his leg collapses under him and he crumples to the dry, dirty concrete. The shiv drops to the ground too, clattering.

Florence surges forward and without thinking York grabs for her, wraps his arms around her. She’s fine. She’s fine.

“It’s me,” he murmurs when she jerks in panic, and when she turns her face up to look at him, he’s struck by her beauty, her eyes flashing in the nearby gleam from the blinking lights of an ATM.

“David.”

God, he loves it when she calls him that. No one else does. It’s like their secret language.

Uncaring about what happens to Bozos #1 or #2, he takes her hand, leads her away. “What were you doing out here, so late?”

Florence gives him the side eye. “Patching up under-the-table guys isn’t my only job.”

“Right.”

“I was leaving the hospital. Pulled a double shift.” Her fingers clench in his. He should let her hand go, but he doesn’t.

“And you didn’t think to drive?” he wishes he could bite the very father-like comment back.

“I like walking at night.”

He gets it. People like them thrive in the darkness. It’s how they justify what they do. Florence, not so much, but York, yes. He belongs in the dark, doesn’t deserve to see the light after the lives he’s taken.

“I’ll walk you home,” he says into the balmy night air.

She doesn’t disagree. She doesn’t ask where he’s been; she probably knows.

Five minutes later, they reach her building, a modest mid-century brownstone with what York supposes is good-enough security. Perhaps he’ll come by one night and replace the camera with a better one.

Florence digs her key from her pocket. “So, this is me.”

York shakes his head. “Uh- uh. I’ll come in, clear your place.”

He can’t see, for sure, but it seems like she rolls her eyes just a little, but she doesn’t argue.

They take the steps together.

“I’m not sure you knowing where I live is part of the arrangement McCall made,” she says, a bit breathlessly.

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

“I know it is, David.” She thumbs through the keys and selects the one for Number 12, offers it to him.

He slides it into the lock soundlessly, pockets the little curve of metal and then plucks the beretta from the small of his back, holding it ahead of him.

Florence is silent behind.

When he’s cleared her small apartment, she closes the door, looks up into his eyes. “Thankyou. For what you did.”

Her gratitude makes him uncomfortable. “No problem. Those jerks gave me an opportunity to clear the red in my ledger.”

Florence’s gaze goes soft. “David-” She lifts her hand to his cheek. Her lips part, slightly.

And then he’s on her like a starving man being given a taste of food after too, too long. He shoves his backpack off his shoulder as Florence’s arms wind around his neck, and he licks into her mouth, desperate. Wanting to show without words how fucking delirious with happiness he is that she’s here, alive. He tucks his hands under her ass, lifts her up, backs them into the door, as she winds her legs around his hips.

His name falls from her lips like a supplication to whatever God is listening as he starts to ravage her neck, using his tongue and teeth to pull moans and sighs from her. Her hands tunnel into his hair and he thinks I need her more than I need air, and he bucks his hips into the sweet softness of her, and even though they’re both clothed, he feels the tingle of an orgasm start at the base of his spine.

“David…”

He looks up.

“You smell like whiskey.”

“Decoy,” he mutters.

“Shower,” she says with a raised brow.

He grunts a response; doesn’t bother putting her down, but carries her through the apartment. The bathroom door is open which makes it easier. He begrudges it but he sets Florence down gently, as if she’ll break if he treats her like anything save fine china, and then she blows that image away by falling on him, tearing at his clothes, yanking his t-shirt over his head. He fumbles at her clothing, feeling like a man who has won the lottery and is cursed all at the same time. He has been inside this woman, but not like this. Not skin to skin, not like they’re about to be, with the hot water rushing over their bodies.

Florence shoves his jeans down and then kneels, unlacing his combat boots. He steps out of them, meets her gaze, sees the fire dancing in his eyes.

Naked, he pulls her into the shower as she turns the water on hot. The spray slicks their bodies, and Florence mouths at the hollow of his throat, her tongue laving his skin.

York explores the curves and valleys of her eagerly with his hands; he knows they’re gun-calloused, rough in places, but her cat-like mewls tell him she likes it. When one of her small hands slides down to cup him intimately, he feels himself jerk in her grasp, and she purrs.

Who knew Dr Nightingale could be so naughty? Fuck, it’s hot, she is hot, and he’s going to lose it like an untried boy if he isn’t careful.

Florence kisses her fingertips down the scar on his chest; the one she stitched just before the first, and only time, they made love, when she rode him carefully, so slowly he thought he’d die from the tension in his balls.

“David.” She then kisses the scar, and his knees go weak for a moment. New wetness streaks down his chest - different texture to the shower, and he realises with horror that she’s crying.

He cups her face, looks into her eyes.

“Don’t cry. Sweetheart, don’t cry.”

“You mustn’t put yourself in danger for me,” she hiccups out, pressing her face into his neck. “What happens when the music stops?”

York swallows hard. I don’t know how many songs I have left. That’s what he’d said to her, that first time. Maybe he wishes he could take the words back.

“I would put myself in danger for you every second,” he rasps into her ear. “For you - anything. Everything.”

She is silent for a moment that stretches; the only sound the rushing water. Then, “Please. Please.”

And he kneels down, bracing his hands on her hips and makes love to her with his mouth, for how long, he doesn’t know. Time ceases to matter. He drinks in the taste of her, licking and sucking, learning just where to use his teeth to make her fist her hands in his hair, sob his name brokenly. When he stands up, holding her to him, her legs shake, and she kisses him fiercely, desperately, breaking apart only to fill her hands with strawberry soap. When she wraps her palms around him, stroking, taking her time to learn every move that makes him gasp, every twist of her fist that has him gulping him, she wrings an orgasm so powerful from him that he swears he blacks out, just for a second.

They dry each other off gently, silently, and when Florence leads him to her bed, he should say no. He should go home. He should get as far away from her as possible. She isn’t a killer, shouldn’t be tarnished by the blood on his hands. So much blood.

But he lets her wrap herself around him, and he holds her tightly, so tightly he might leave marks, but her hair smells of strawberries, and she might be the only pure thing he has left in this world.

He holds her all night long.

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Passing Cars. | Joe Liebgott

as requested by lia_hale_ on wattpad

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pairing: n/a

wc: 1.5k

synopsis: easy goes to liberate the women’s camp in landsberg.

a/n: she had requested a fic based upon the liberation of the landsberg camps in episode 9. this fic is entirely in liebgott’s pov. in no way, shape, or form am i belittling the experiences of the men. i’ll never know what impact finding those camps had on them.

i’m sorry in advance if this has offended anyone. any thoughts or feedback would be much appreciated. ++ i used almost all my german for this fic plus some help from my dad, so sorry if i butchered anything or got stuff wrong. i’m not fluent 😓

i hope you enjoy this one! thank you for reading.

i mean no disrespect to the real joseph liebgott. this is all purely based on ross mccall’s portrayal of him in band of brothers.

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***

Laying on a mattress that felt like clouds, your had your hands over your head to cover your eyes. “Germany might just be the best fuckin’ place we’ve ever been to,” you mumbled, nearly choking on the cigarette between your teeth, “No snow, no Krauts. Hitler shoulda shot himself ages ago.”

David looked up at you from the notebook in his hands, shrugging, “It really is, but there’s something definitely wrong about this place.”

“Aw, shit Web” you replied, tossing your helmet at him, “You’re just jumpy. We’ve had the best food we’ve eaten in months here.” David caught your helmet and set it beside him, ignoring your comments.

Returning to his notebook, you rolled your eyes at him and lay back down on your bed.

Suddenly, “Joe, Web,” a voice called, breathless, and you looked up to see Frank, “You two better get out here. We found something in the woods, and it’s crazy.”

David looked at you, an I-told-you-so look on his face, but the look on Frank’s meant it was serious. “What is it?” you asked as David handed you your helmet, and you flicked the cigarette to the floor.

“I,” Frank paused, trying to catch his breath, “I’m gonna be honest, I got no clue.”

***

When Frank said they had found something in the woods, what you saw was the furthest from what you had imagined. You couldn’t believe your eyes, and the first thing that hit all of you was the smell. What in heaven’s name happened here? You understood now why Frank was so jumpy. Turning to look at him, he had a terrified look on his face. In fact, everyone had it on their face.

You turned away, walking back slowly to the truck. All the men were gathered up in front of the gates, and on the other side, prisoners faced them, clinging to the gate like their lives depended on it. Prisoners? Was this a prisoner camp?

“Liebgott,” Lipton called for you, “Major needs you up front, right now.” You bit your lip and jogged towards Major Winters who was trying to speak to one of the prisoners. You began talking to the man, his frail form trembling in front of you.

“Was ist das für ein Camp?” you asked him, What kind of camp is this? The man responded with a word you didn’t know— Unerwunscht. “Unwanted, disliked maybe?” you said to Major Winters, whose eyebrows were furrowed.

“Criminals?” Major winters asked, and you asked the man in front of you in return.

“No,” you translated as the man spoke, “Doctors, musicians. Tailors, clerks. Farmers, intellectuals. I mean, normal people.”

“Juden,” the man cried, “Juden.” And your heart started beating in your ears, the air escaping your lungs.

“They’re Jews,” you mumble, fighting the thoughts that clouded in your head, “Poles and gypsies.” The man turned to the east, and pointed towards beyond the fence.

“Liebgott?” Major Winters asked, looking at you expectantly.

You sighed, biting down on your lip to control your emotions, “The women’s camp is at the next railroad stop.”

You stood there briefly, watching helplessly as the man knelt and cradled a body on the ground, cries escaping his lips. I can’t take this, you thought, quickly turned, heading back to the truck.

Crouched down behind the truck, your head in your hands, you wondered to yourself, What was so wrong with who they were? What was so wrong with who you were?

***

At the women’s camp, you never expected it to be worse. Again, the smell was overbearing, but your heart hurt so much you couldn’t move. You had cried in the truck on the way here, the men holding onto you so tightly, reminding you where you were.

“Hey, Web,” you said quietly, nudging him with the butt of your gun, your voice still hoarse, “I take back what I said. Germany is the fuckin’ worst.” David didn't say anything in response, and instead squeezed your shoulders tightly.

Stepping in, you nearly dropped your gun, your hands trembling. Women clung to you and all the other men as they swung open the gates, tears threatening to fall from your eyes again.

I can’t breathe, you thought to yourself, as thin hands gripped onto yours, and sobs filled the air. Major Winters spotted you, saw the look on your face, and instead called for Webster to translate. You gulped, prayed a silent thank you, quickly turning and walking away from everyone else.

Taking out a cigarette, you cried softly, your shoulders shaking. You couldn’t understand what was happening. Where the hell were you? We weren’t too far from the town. Why didn’t anyone say anything?

Suddenly, you heard a whimper from below you, and you looked down to see a young girl, her back against one of the huts. Her small frame was shivering in fear.

You tried approaching her slowly, crouching down to be eye level with her, but she quickly crawled away, fear taking hold of her body. The young girl grabbed at the ground and sobbed, shaking her head rapidly.

“Fuck,” you yelled, and she shuddered at the sound of your voice, startled. You bit down on your knuckles and released a whimpered cry, running a hand through your hair. At that, she stopped, and although her hands were bloody, she was no longer crying.

You sat across from her, a considerable amount of space between the two of you. She watched you lower yourself to the ground, her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes still wet. “Warum bist du hier?” Why are you here? you asked softly, raising both your hands to show her you weren’t holding anything.

The small girl didn’t reply at first, watching you cautiously, and you realised then how pale she was. You took out your canteen, poured a little water on the ground to show her, then slid it across the grass. She grabbed it so quickly it surprised you, and she hurriedly took in big gulps.

“Mama sagt, es ist, weil ich ein Jude bin,” was all she replied, wiping her mouth with her scarred arm. Mama says it’s because I’m a Jew.

“Du bist?” You are? you said, trying to plaster a fake smile on your face, “Ich bin auch.” I am too. The tremble in your voice had given away your facade.

She tilted her head at this and gently put down the now empty canteen. “Warum bist du dann in Uniform?” she answered, wiping her hands on her torn up shirt. Then why are you in uniform?

You stood, believing you had earned her trust, but at your movement, she once again began crying, crawling further from you. “Bitte verletz mich nicht,” she begged, her hands balled up into fists, her fingernails digging into her skin. Please don’t hurt me.

Standing above her, only then did you notice the bruises on her legs and around her neck. You shut your eyes tightly, taking deep breaths, and once again you backed away.

“Wie alt sind Sie?” How old are you? you asked, trying to steady your shaky voice, “Ich were rich night verletzen.” I’m not going to hurt you. You didn’t sit this time, anger clouding your brain.

“Ich bin elf,” she whispered, “Bitte nicht.” She was eleven, and you cursed under your breath. At eleven, you were throwing eggs at passing cars. At eleven, you were drawing on the sidewalk with chalk. But here she was, at eleven, begging you not to hurt her.

“I’m American,” you whispered softly to her in English, in hopes she would understand. Thankfully, she did, and the young girl slowly opened her eyes, allowing you to sit by her. Taking out bread from your bag, you handed it to her, and she devoured it hungrily.

As she ate beside you, you leaned your back on the hut she was perched by and watched as all the other women were being fed slowly.

“Ich möchte, dass du rich erinnerst,” I want you to remember, you said to her, and she looked at you with wide eyes, the bread in her hands already finished, “Es ist nichts falsch mit der Person, die du bist.” There is nothing wrong with the person you are. The young girl nodded slowly, and you stood, extending your arm to help her up.

As you both walked back towards the other women, hand-in-hand, you now fully understood the meaning behind all the sacrifice, the bloodshed, and the tears. You looked down at her, her hand still tightly wrapped around yours, so small and fragile, and yet so strong. She looked up at you and smiled. Despite everything, she still smiled.

Soon, she would be back to drawing with chalk on sidewalks, and throwing eggs at passing cars. And you were glad she could raise hell.

Countless men have lost their lives for that very reason.

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