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plz-help-meeee · 2 months

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The shadows are my friends!!

Tw: Mention of suicide, cringe???, logic is none in, death,

A/n: this is my first fic, this is inspired by "get off my screen" by @matrixbearer2024 go check them out their really cool. I really did want to add more to this fic but I couldn't think of anything else so if you have question or have headcannons about this that you want to share you can send them to me.

Synopsis: just a normal teenage dirtbag who can also parts of hell without being dead.

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It started small with seeing little shadow out of the corner of your eye, Thinking you saw a critter go under your chair but you thought this was all just normal stuff that people always see.

That was until you started to see the sky be a red color only for you to rub your eyes or look away and it to go back to normal. Strange tall figure walking by you and you turning back to see no one there.

One day when you were walking back home you saw what looked to be weird red demons and a wolf girl in an alleyway, you spied on them as they walked through a portal talking about having just finished a job.

You lean against the wall after they were gone, you should have been scared, you should have been panicking but a smile creeped its way up your face. Any other person would have been confused and terrified but to a suicidal teenage dirtbag like you this was the most exciting thing to happen in your dull life.

You started to stare up at the red sky longer wondering how long it would take for it to change back to normal, you drew the figures you would see trying to get as many details as you could get right.

You started to change, you started to say 'good morning' and 'I love you' in a more happy tone, you became for active in school.

You even made little horns made of cardboard and fabric in the style you saw the red demons had, you saw a figure who had spikes on their tail once and you decided to make a tail to go with the horns that looked like the figures, you know it was cringey but it made you happy.

You started to recognize the streets you'd frequently see specific figures at, you'd always see this tall owl thing walk down the street you walk down to get home, the demon you walk by who had spikes on his tail would walk down the park you go to to relax

One time you close enough to touch the spiked tail demon's hat, you got so excited, you started to try and touch every figure you walked by.

There was this one figure that stood still no walking by you, or scooting just out of sight, they were just standing there. The figure was tall, much taller then you, they color palette consisted of mostly blue, they had what looked to be fire as it's head, in fact it had three heads one in the middle and two on either side of it.

You were afraid to look away thinking it would disappear as soon as you did, you tried to reach out to touch one of the heads but you stopped when you heard a voice "Ozzie!!". You turned around to see who said that but you found nobody, the figure started to move and you were able to touch their arm just slightly.

You never really saw that figure again, but that was okay you had plenty of others you could see. You patted the tall owl things shoulder whenever you would walk by him on your way to school, you tipped the spiked tail demon's hat over his eyes for fun when you could.

You kept a journal were you wrote down which figures you passed by on what street and also drawings of the figures with little information panels besides the drawing, you named the owl thing towel (cause tall and owl, get it, I'm not funny I know) the spiked tail demon was named cowboy, the figure that had three fire heads was named Ozzie (Asmodeus???, no that would be absurd, right?)

Everything was going great and you started to improve, you got better at speaking to people, had gotten a better relationship with your mom, heck you even texted your brother the one person you said you would never want to see again.

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Today you were walking to school like always, you got your backpack, ate your breakfast and got your lunch box. You said by to your mom and was about to leave but you got this gut feeling, something telling you to do something. You walk up to your mom who was on the phone and hugged her, "I love you mom" you said in a genuine voice.

Your mother looked surprised at your hug but decided to hug back, "I love you too baby" your mom said back with smile on her face. This was the first time you two had said you love each other without malice or irritation in your voices.

You walk outed of your house and to your school, on the way you patted towel's shoulder like usual and hummed a song. You were near the part were you had to cross the road.

You saw a little kid run into the street to chase after a duck toy they had, you noticed quicker then anyone that car was heading straight towards the kid. You reacted fast as you ran towards the child to get them out of the way.

You grabbed the kid's arm and pulled them close to you as you kneeled down to shield them. Thankfully the car the avoided you and the child by mere inches, you scoffed when you saw that the driver was on their phone through their car window.

The child looked upset "my-" "toy?" you cut the child off, "right here" you said as you showed them their duck toy that you managed to save in time. "You should really be more careful kid, your life cost more then some toy." you lectured the kid about safety, you felt like a hypocrite saying all this considering only a few months away you were ready to die at any time.

Your lecture stopped when you felt a cold metal press against your head, "you just can't seem to die can you?" a familiar voice said. You turned your head around slowly, "bro-" you were cut off as everything went black.

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moiravim · 10 months

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I Miss When We First Met: Chapter 20

YN Potter falls in love with Draco Malfoy. Along with that, her relationship with her brother, Harry begins to fall apart as she was sorted into Slytherin. Will Harry find out about the relationship between his enemy and his sister?

IMWWFM: Masterlist

It was a random summer evening where you were sitting in your shared room at the Dursleys, reading a book about Astronomy.

You were about to start the next chapter, but before you could flip the page, Harry came barging into your room.

YN, we have to go; pack your bag for school right now." He says this quickly, practically pushing you off the bed and handing you your suitcase.

Harry, what's happening?" You ask, feeling confused as to why Harry's freaking out.

Harry continues to shove clothes and other miscellaneous items in his bag as he says, "I accidentally cast a spell on one of Dursley's friends; I didn't even say anything out loud; it just happened. So we have to go like now."

"What did the Dursleys say? Is the friend okay?" You ask urgently as you pack your bag quickly.

"They got mad but didn't really say anything to me yet; they were more concerned with their friend. So we need to leave before they come up here." He states this as he finishes packing his bag.

"How are you always causing trouble around here, Harry?" You ask in a taunting tone.

He gives you a look before grabbing his bag and your hand, pulling you both out of your shared room and towards the front door.

As you and Harry quietly exit the house, you begin to walk around looking for a place to stay temporarily so you can come up with a plan on what to do.

After a little bit of walking, you and Harry finally end up at a park. The sun has set, and now the both of you are sitting on the swing in silence, neither of you knowing what to really talk about.

"Now what? School doesn't start for a couple of days, and we can't just stay here." You mumble, looking at Harry.

"I'm honestly not sure, YN; I didn't really think this through. I just knew we had to leave; I didn't really have a plan. I'm sorry." He states, looking off in the distance.

You turn your head to look where he's looking before saying, "It's alright, don't worry, we'll figure something out. Besides, it feels good to be out of that house anyway."

After sitting on the swing for a little bit longer, it starts to rain—not a heavy rain, but enough to get the things around you wet and you wet as well.

After the rain slows down, you and Harry grab your things and go sit on the curb.

You and Harry let silence take over the both of you, checking out your surroundings, but it was slightly difficult since it was so dark.

As you're about to ask Harry a question, the street light above the both of you starts to flicker. You hear a noise from behind you and turn around to see the swings beginning to move, the seesaw rocking up and down.

As you turn back around, you're hit with wind, yours and Harry's hair slightly blowing back.

As you turn your head towards the woods, you and Harry hear a rustling noise coming from the bushes.

A creature that almost looks like a wolf comes out of the bushes, its eyes glowing as it stares at you and Harry.

You're about to get up, but Harry beats you to it. He quickly jumps up and takes his wand out of his pocket. As he's about to point his wand at the wolf, he is blown back by a huge gust of wind, practically falling on top of you.

You turn your head and see a tall purple bus coming towards you and Harry.

As the bus comes to a stop in front of you guys, you shove Harry off you, causing him to land on the floor next to you.

There's a man standing on the end of the bus; he looks at you and Harry before speaking: "Welcome to the knight bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor for this evening."

The conductor gives you and Harry a weird look before asking, "Why are you guys down there?"

"I fell over." Harry answers quickly. "Well, why are you down there?" The conductor raises an eyebrow, looking towards you.

"He fell on top of me." You answer weirdly, looking back towards Harry.

"What did you fall over for?" Stan questions.

"I didn't do it on purpose." Harry grumbles.

He pauses for a moment before stating, Well, come on then! Let's not wait for the grass to grow."

You and Harry quickly get up, looking back towards the bushes to see if the wolf was there, but it was gone. Stan peers his head over to see what you guys are looking at.

"What are you looking at?" Stan whispers.

"Nothing." Both you and Harry quickly said

Well, come on then, get in," Stan says as he ushers you guys into the bus, grabbing your bags before you can bend down to get them yourselves. No, no, I've got this; you guys get in."

As he picks up the bags (or attempts to), he grunts, almost dropping Harry's bag; he practically passed out when he got it up the stairs.

He then sighed and turned towards your bag, struggling just as much with yours.

When he finally loads the bags on, you and Harry have walked towards the back of the bus, passing people sleeping in beds.

"Come on, move on, move on." The conductor yells rather loudly at the both of you.

Stan rushes in front of you guys and prints out a ticket for you and Harry before knocking on the window behind him.

"Take her away, yeah?" Stan says, and before you can question him, a shrunken head that's hanging on the mirror yells; "Yeah, take it away, Ernie! It's going to be a bumpy ride!" The shrunken head practically cackles, which causes an older man to jump awake.

He puts the bus into drive and takes off, everything in the bus flies backwards, including you and Harry, both of you falling backwards into a bed.

You sit up and grab onto the bars above the bed. You look over to Stan and see that he hasn't moved in the slightest. "So what did you say your names were again?" Stan asks.

"We didn't." Harry responds, gripping onto the bars above the bed.

He gives Harry a weird look and says, Well, where about are you headed?"

"The leaky cauldron, that's in London." Harry states quickly.

The conductor turns his head towards the front of the bus and asks, "Do you hear the dude? The leaky cauldron that's in London" He starts laughing, and so does the shrunken head, as it says something you can't understand.

The bus driver continues to drive like a maniac through the street, causing you to worry about people seeing you.

"Muggles?! They don't see nothing." He states it rather smugly.

After that, you decide to pretty much tune everyone out except Harry, trying to make this bus ride slightly more relaxing, which is hard given how bad this bus driver is driving.

Suddenly you hear the shrunken head yell, Ernie, old lady, at 12 o'clock!" You quickly turn your head to the front of the bus, and suddenly you're flung forward into the window, with Harry right beside you.

As soon as the old lady passes, you and Harry get flung right back onto the bed. You look at what Stan is holding and see it's a newspaper that reads: Escape from Azkaban, with a picture of a man.

"Who is that?" You question Stan, Harry nods his head along with your question.

"Who is that? Who is that? That is Sirius Black. Don't tell me you've never heard of Sirius Black." Stan almost scoffs.

He bends down to face you and Harry and says, "He's a murderer; got himself locked up in Azkaban for it."

"Well, how did he escape?" Harry questions.

Well, that's the question, isn't it? He was the first one to have done it." Stan says. He then lowers his voice to a whisper and says, "He was a supporter of... you know who."

Stan and Harry continue conversing while you look out the window, seeing that you guys are heading straight towards two buses.

Before you got the chance to say something, the old man at the front pulled something from the ceiling, causing the bus to shrink.

Your eyes go wide as you are small enough to pass through the buses. You look at Harry, and his face is so long that you almost let out a giggle.

As you turn into an alley, the bus comes to a stop, with Harry smacking into the window and you to fall off the bed, Harry helps you get up, and Stan looks at the both of you before saying, "The leaky cauldron, here we are."

As he's announcing his next stop, a bald man whose name you think is Jim walks onto the bus, helping you and Harry and welcoming you inside the leaky cauldron.

A/N: I'm so sorry, I'm going to a family reunion this week and I won't be able to post, I'll be very busy. I'll get back to posting soon!! <3

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 1 year

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Love Song for a Vampire Pt.24

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x OC

Warnings: slight OOC? I tried to keep Edward as close to character as possible, kinda kept with book Edward vibes

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Summary: Returning for your trip to Port Angeles, your pack entertains Evita at the weekly bonfire.

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Though it caused Alice a great deal of pain, she centered her focus and thrust her mind into (y/n)’s future. For now there was nothing she could do but wait for Edward to either intervene or let the wolf girl go through with her plan to disrupt fate.

She slipped into the dark recesses of time itself and simply let her selfconscious freefall. Whipped this way and that as she attempted to stay course, Alice felt like her mind was being torn to shreds. The repercussions of her actions would result in her being indisposed for several days, but she just had to know if (y/n) would succeed.

The gentle touch of a pleading Jasper brings her back to her physical form. Her head spun as she forced her eyes open. “Why did you do that?”

“You looked like you were in pain. What did you see?” Jasper didn’t mind the snap that was in her tone.

“Nothing. I was trying to see into (y/n)’s future. But it’s not something I can simply conjure up. . .” Alice continued to tell Jasper about (y/n)’s visit and Alice’s phone call to Edward. She had no right to intercede in Edward’s life, but there was something inside of Alice that told her the two star crossed lovers were meant to be.

The pain was like a nail into her skull as she doubled over in Jasper’s arms. In his embrace, Alice was safe.

Her safety was never Alice’s concern though. “I just want to help them.”

“I know.” Jasper pressed her even more against his chest. “But you have to let events play out as they will. If it’s meant to be, well, they’ll figure it out eventually. And you have to accept that it may not happen right away.”

Her tear ducts, though non functioning, burned at the rim with tears that could not produce anything. Edward was not her brother by blood, but through pain and genuine familial love that neither had squire experienced before.

And since meeting and getting to know (y/n), Alice knew with all her heart that she was the one who could truly make her brother happy. They were at least on the same spectrum; from the same world that consisted of supernatural beings such as vampires and werewolves.

Bella was a sweet girl and at her worst she was a little too naive for someone as old as Edward. Transforming into a wolf had rapidly matured (y/n) like it did with her packmates. Even her manner of perceiving situations was from a mature aspect. (Y/n) was fierce too when she was forced into it. Edward had retold of the two of them fighting back-to-back. Protecting one another in perfect unison.

She wanted him to have a mate that could protect him. Like how Alice had Jasper. Someone who could brave this tough underworld of their’s and live through it all.

Finally parking in the popular downtown area of Port Angeles, you and Evita eagerly spring from Sam’s car

Managing to keep your interaction with Alice to yourself, you’d put on a cheerful facade in the car.

Evita looks at her phone screen to affirm the store address, she leads everyone onto the Main Street that was buzzing with people enjoying their summer. Leisurely you stroll by and peek into shop windows. It wasn’t often you got out of La Push. Cities like Port Angeles remind you that the world was so much bigger than the protective forest of your home.

Not like you had much money to fuel any visits to the city. Your parents were right with one thing, being a wolf warrior did not pay. Jacob did have a part-time job as did Quil and some of the older members of your pack.

When your trio steps foot into the metaphysical store Evita guided you to, you’re hit with the strong accent of incense that made your nose curl until you grew accustomed. Sam too wipes at his nose to try and lessen the intensity.

Peacefully quiet except for the soft whispers of other customers, Evita is already on the hunt for the remainder of the ingredients she needs. Leaving you and Sam to linger in the shape that possessed so many dazzling items. Crystals of all shapes and sizes were sold as were devotional items of gods and goddesses from nearly every religion. A nook in the back was where the walls were lined with books. Mythology books, herbs, and other literature based on magic and the supernatural.

“I never knew stores like this existed.” Sam mutters to you as he squeezes himself through the narrow aisles. His hulking frame made him a bull in a china shop. There were too many things for him to potentially break.

“Besides the smell, I like it.” You pick up a bead bracelet to admire. “Some of this stuff was used by our ancestors.”

Sam chuckles. “Some of the elders still use stuff like this.”

Tonight Evita would be attending your weekly bonfire session with the elders and rest of the pack. Part of you hopes Jacob won’t show up. “What do you think is going to happen with Jacob?”

“He just needs time.”

“What if Evita. . .”

Neither of you finish that sentence, not wanting to think about what would happen to Jacob if Evita rejected him. You’d experienced that pain.

If her bond breaking spell worked, then you wouldn’t even have to worry about it. Jacob could use it too.

Warily, Sam says in a low voice “I haven’t had the time to ask you, what with Jacob imprinting on Evita and the Denali vampire visit. . .” He lingers a bit trying to best formulate his question. “Do you still intend on breaking your imprint?”

You figure he would’ve figured it out sooner rather than later. Absentmindedly, you run your fingers along the spine of a book with the title “The Alchemists’ Meditative Guide”. “Yes.”

He was disappointed, you could tell by the manner he closed his eyes and breathed through his nose in a sharp hiss.

“You don’t approve anymore?” Great, the second person to disagree with your choice.

His near black eyes flick open and he looks down the aisle where Evita was slowly coming back up with her items she intends to purchase. “I’m not going to tell you how to live your life. And I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t wish I’d found a way to break my own imprinting in the beginning. If such a thing had existed for me back then, I might have used it as well and possibly still be with Leah.”

They had been so in love, Sam and Leah, before shit hit the fan. Much like Bella and Edward.

“Now though, I don’t think I would go back and change things. I’ve finally found peace with my life and what has happened.”

Things between himself and the one other female wolf were still fractured. Leah knowing that Sam didn’t imprint on Emily on purpose would not make her forgive either of them anytime soon and they understood that.

“Keep the spell to yourself. Don’t tell Jacob.”

You open your mouth to protest, whipping your head to your alpha who stood there motionless. His eyes trained on you.

“Sorry for taking so long.” Evita apologizes as she readjusts the plastic bag handles in her grip. “I couldn’t find all I needed so I had to think of some substitutes.”

Forcing your face to brighten, your trio makes the long car ride back to the seemingly remote area of La Push.

With each mile, your resolution was crumbling if even Sam thought you shouldn’t go through with it. You want to discuss more about it with Sam but the car ride back was a relatively silent one. While your circumstances were similar to that of Sam’s, in the end it was still leagues different due to the matter of what Edward was. How could anything between the two of you work long term?

Imprinting worked so that your future offspring would be strong. Could Edward even get you pregnant?

That thought made you blush and any other thoughts were squashed from embarrassment.

Once Sam’s wheels crunched the gravel of his driveway, you went about prepping for the bonfire that would be starting in a few hours. As Sam was the pack alpha, even the elders agreed to hold it in his driveway. Collapsible chairs would be brought and stuck into the pebbles as The older members of the community built the fire.

Evita helps out by setting up the long table that held plates filled with food and beverages. Other members who showed up early also happily lent a helping hand. Even as a small girl, you loved these nights where everyone got together and shared in laughs and stories.

The young witch’s own community was not as big as your own. In fact it resided to only her close family. Everyone at her school and in her city were relatively normal people. Not that her country lacked brujeria and magic in all of its shapes.

While bringing out blankets for the elders that were expected to show up, you happen to catch Sue’s car pulling in. The passenger seat was occupied by Billy, his favorite hat being situated on his head as he was helped out by Paul and Jared.

No sign of Jacob though.

You allow relief to soften your body. At least there wouldn’t be any scene tonight.

The members of the pack were the last ones to get there as they were finishing up securing the perimeter. They were allowed at least one night to let loose and not have to worry about vampiric strangers stepping foot on their land. There was the reassurance that the Cullens would catch them before doing any real damage if they even got to that point.

You and Evita say hello to Quil and Embry. Normalcy almost seemed feasible in the moment of revelry and watching the warm faces of those you had grown up with smile.

Finally, as everyone has filled their plate and taken their seats, the elders greet those in attendance. The summer night air is tepid, neither cold nor hot and making that night even better by the perfect weather.

At one point, Evita checks the time on her phone and gently nudges you. It was time for your bond breaking.

You were losing faith in your resolve but quietly followed her back into the forest and provided you with a long strand of hair plucked from your scalp. As she walks, Evita winds the hair around a long, black, taper candle. The screen on your phone did not show any messages that had gone unnoticed. None from Edward.

“Let me try calling him.” You put your phone up to your ear and walk a few steps away, allowing Evita to lay out the rest of her tools on the ground.

The other end picks up immediately. “(Y/N)!”

“Hey, Edward. Did Alice-“

“Don’t do it. Please don’t do it.” Was he really out of breath? And from what.

“Edward, this would solve everything! No Volturi. No more fighting. And you and Bella can get back together.” You nearly snap at him. Why was no one else thinking about the positive things that would result because of this decision?

An intruding sound of leaves crunching under foot makes you snap your gaze upward to Edward standing right there. He dropped his phone into his pocket, hesitant to advance towards you. He glances over to Evita who had stopped working and cautiously watched their interaction.

You put your phone away too and nervously rub your hands together.

“I don’t want that.”

You stumble over words that couldn’t be forced out. Taken by utter surprise by his appearance, you summon your courage to face him. “This is a good thing. Didn’t you hear me? No more fighting and you and Bella can go on with your life together.”

Shaking his head, Edward says “I can’t go back to Bella with an honest heart. (Y/n), I want to get to know you. You are the most interesting and warm person I have met in a very long time. I want the chance to experience what it’s like to. . . Be loved by you.”

An uncontrollable nervous laugh escapes you. Anywhere but Edward’s face was your target. This wasn’t real. Couldn’t possibly be real. Edward would never say anything like that. He was devoted to Bella even if she was the one to break things off.

This was simply too much for your brain to handle all at once.

Never did you imagine Edward saying such sweet words to your.

“I heard your heart when you told me you really didn’t want to be in love with me. It screamed the opposite. The love song that was in your heart made me quake in my shoes. Your heart beat, your entire being, has since enraptured me.” Edward spits out the thoughts he had been so afraid to say out loud. Judgement from his family and hurting Bella kept them dormant inside.

He. . . He wanted to try and be with you.

In slow motion, he bravely walks closer to you as you struggle to even breathe. None of this felt real, but his scent was too overwhelming to not be real.

Your imprintee was looking at you with molten warmth nearing to being in awe.

Edward closes his eyes in bliss at the rapid thumping of the large muscle in your chest. “I can’t hear your thoughts, but the beating of your heart is close to it.”

Nothing else matters. Not when Edward cups your cheek and a spike of excitement jolts through every layer of your skin. That was something your brain could not easily conjure.

Near bursting from joy, you hold onto this moment before succumbing to his touch in such a pathetic way but you didn’t care. After giving up hope of Edward ever reciprocating any sort of feeling, he was the one to come and stop you. Edward wanted this bond to stay and to figure things out together.

“If you’ll have me, I would like to try.” He whispers out of Evita’s hearing but enough for you to hear the soft pleading tone in it.

“Yes. Okay.”

If things didn’t work out, well, Evita’s spell was there in the back burner.

For now you would through caution to the wind and let whatever may happen, happen.

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imogenkol · 6 months

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— WIP IT’S WEDNESDAY SOMEWHERE

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cheating a little bit again because I have writers block and I’m trying to remedy that by reworking old writing (and also trying to refresh my love for said old writing) so hopefully ya’ll enjoy my two favorite werewolf siblings

Jayde waited in the rain for as long as she could before the beckoning warmth of the twenty-four hour diner across the street became too tempting to resist. It was worth the risk of getting recognized. All she wanted was to not be soaked to the bone like a sad mutt chained to the doghouse. And some damn coffee.

The dark, clouded sky gradually turned gray with an oncoming sunrise. Jayde sipped on the bitter liquid from the warm mug in her hands and stared out of the window beside her, watching the endless streaks of raindrops as they raced down the lightly fogged glass. Finally, she spotted a familiar pickup truck pull into the parking lot. Something bulky lay strapped in the bed, a blue tarp shielding it from the weather.

Skye stepped out of the truck once she parked. She was a fair bit shorter than her older sister with mossy green eyes instead of dark blue, but besides that, the two were unmistakable as siblings. They shared the same blonde hair and facial structure, though Jayde always thought Skye resembled their mother more. Or perhaps she secretly favored the idea of inheriting their father’s features. While they were similar in base appearance, the sisters differed in personality. Skye walked lightly, almost with a skip in her step, to mirror her bubbly attitude. She almost always had a small, arrogant smirk on her face like she understood a joke that everybody else didn’t. Most of the time she did.

She wore that exact smirk as she slid into the booth across from Jayde. “So, spill.”

“I got my ass beat, alright?” Jayde recalled in annoyance. “Wound up on lockdown in the local hospital, but I got out.”

“On your own…?” Skye clearly sensed that she left out important information.

Jayde sighed. For whatever reason, she didn’t want her to know about Nadya. Maybe because she knew her little sister would mercilessly make fun of her for it. “No, I had help.”

A waitress came by to offer Skye a menu and some coffee, which she eagerly accepted with a sarcastic comment about a bear doing its business in the woods that went over the poor old woman’s head. Once the now slightly perturbed waitress left, a moment of silence lingered between them until Skye held up her hands. “Well? Don’t leave me hanging.”

“There was a resident at the hospital,” Jayde complied hesitantly. “I convinced her to help me and she took me in while I recovered.”

“There it is,” Skye said triumphantly with a massive grin. Jayde rolled her eyes. “Is that whose scent is all over you? She smells nice, is she pretty, too?”

“None of your business.” She fixed the younger wolf with a warning glare. “Now, can I have my shit?”

“Geez, you’re no fun,” Skye complained.

“Skye, I have had a long couple of weeks,” Jayde told her in a scolding tone. “All I want is enough supplies to be on my way.”

“And where is that this time?” the younger sibling retorted with a sudden seriousness. “Am I gonna get another call in a month asking for more ammo? Or to bail you out of the slammer? Or how about a mental hospital? You haven’t got yourself fucked in one of those yet.”

“For your information,” Jayde started, a snarl nearly escaping her throat. “I’m gonna linger around here for a little while longer.”

Skye’s mossy eyes went wide with shock. “Really. You? The Lodge isn’t good enough, but this city is?”

Jayde was in no mood to have this argument with her for the tenth time. Nothing she could say would make Skye understand her reasons for staying away as long as she has.

“It’s not like that, I have to.”

“Why?” Skye prodded. “I would think you’d want to put as much distance between yourself and here as soon as you can.”

Jayde grinded her teeth. Skye wouldn’t let her deflect. She would also see right through any excuses and become even more pushy for an explanation. “I have to make sure the girl that helped me won’t be in any danger once I’m gone. She broke me out of the hospital and saved my life when everyone was calling me a terrorist. And she did it to protect people, so it’s not gonna sit well with me if something happens to her.”

“She broke you out?” Skye marveled in bewilderment, clearly impressed.

Jayde nodded. “Yes. I’ve been lying low at her place for the past week.”

“Damn, she’s ballsy,” Skye chuckled. “Or just really stupid.”

“That’s what I thought,” Jayde agreed with a small smile. “Trust me, it’s the former.”

“How are you gonna know if she’s safe or not?”

“I had her get a burner phone to call me if she needs help. That’s why I have to stay in the area until this blows over, I don’t want to be too late. Which reminds me, I need your phone.” Jayde held out her hand.

She scowled at her suspiciously. “Why mine?”

“‘Cause yours is the number I put in hers.” She motioned for her to surrender it. “You haven’t gotten any other calls besides me, right?”

“Why’d you give her my number?” Skye asked incredulously.

“Because mine’s gone, genius.”

“Then buy a new one, dumbass.”

Jayde sighed in exasperation. “It was easier to give her your number, now cough it up.”

Skye groaned dramatically and fished her phone out of one of her pockets. “Here.”

Jayde deftly caught the bright pink cellphone as her menace of a sister suddenly tossed it at her head and snickered at her disappointment. Supernatural reflexes had very little to do with the save, she had years of practice anticipating Skye’s antics. When Jayde looked down and saw the cheap Hello Kitty sticker stuck on the back, she glanced back up quizzically. “Really?”

She shrugged. “I went to a couple hospitals looking for you. They don’t exactly keep the kid stickers locked up.”

Jayde made a noise of displeasure. “I would’ve preferred a Finding Nemo one.”

“Then get your own damn burner and steal whatever sticker you want the next time you inevitably end up in a hospital again,” Skye bit back.

“I owe you. Happy?”

“My favorite words to hear,” she replied with a bright smile and took a sip of coffee. “So what did you tell her?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, with everything the nurse did for you, she must’ve been curious. What did you come up with as a cover?”

That brought up another explanation Jayde dreaded. Might as well get this over with, she thought as she chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment before shrugging. “I told her the truth.”

Another charged moment of silence fell over the two siblings as Skye completely froze with the mug to her lips. She blinked a couple of times, then shook her head like she came out of a trance. “I’m sorry, you told her the truth about what?”

“About me. What I am.” The admission made Jayde cringe.

Skye’s expression turned blank, and she slowly set the mug down. “I know you mean you told her you’re bisexual and not that you’re a werewolf, right? Because admitting that you’d be down to clown with a hot nurse is way more believable. Telling a random human that you’re a werewolf is a new level of crazy that you wouldn’t even dream of. Right? ”

“First, she’s not a nurse. Secondly, she deserved to know,” was all Jayde could think to say as a defense.

“So it is the mental hospital for you next.”

“Skye –”

“You are the last person I expected to be that stupid, Jayde.”

The older wolf leaned forward in her seat and poked the surface of the table. “I did not make that choice lightly. Nadya put her entire life on the line for me without any thought for repayment. It was only natural that she had questions, and she was too smart for my shitty excuses. She would’ve figured it out herself if I hadn’t told her.”

Skye didn’t look convinced. “And how do you know she won’t tell anyone?”

“She’s not like that,” Jayde insisted.

“You’re willing to bet everything on that. On a human you’ve known for a few days,” her sister stated more than asked.

Jayde patted a couple of her jacket pockets before she remembered which one she put the small polaroid in. She pulled it out and dropped it on the table in front of Skye. The younger wolf picked it up and studied it with disinterest until she flipped it around and saw the note Nadya wrote on the back. She glanced up at her sister curiously.

“She’s a photographer,” Jayde explained. “When I told her I liked that picture, she gave it to me.”

Skye sat in silent contemplation for about a minute as she stared at the photo in her hands with pursed lips. Eventually, she gave a nod, and Jayde felt relieved that her sister finally accepted what she was certain of. Her eyes met Jayde’s and brightened with that mischievous smirk again. “It’s not just the picture you like, is it?”

Jayde raised a brow. “Excuse me?”

“Hot nurse saves your life, offers you a roof, gives you a gift before you go,” she held up the polaroid, flipping it between her fingers like a coin, “and you tell her the truth, give her a phone to call you, and stay in the city you almost got gunned down in to make sure she’s safe. Sounds like you have a crush.”

At first, Jayde felt offended by her assumption, but then her face quickly flushed with embarrassment. Is it that obvious? she thought before anything else, which threw her for a loop. Jayde knew she felt attraction towards the human, but it hadn’t even occurred to her that what she experienced might be a crush. Children get crushes for fuck’s sake, but apparently so do full grown werewolves who have to fight for their lives every single day.

Just like always, her sister knew her too well.

“Even if you were right, it doesn’t matter.” Jayde shrugged in an effort to seem nonchalant. “I’ll never see her again.”

Skye wagged an eyebrow. “Or maybe she’ll call you.”

Jayde rolled her eyes at her for the millionth time that morning. “I didn’t give her the phone to keep in touch. It’s for an emergency only, and she knows that.”

“Maybe an ‘emergency’ will happen.” Jayde’s whole body tensed as she sensed one of her little sister’s bits coming. Skye continued, using a high-pitched voice as she dramatically fanned herself. “Oh, Jayde, some trenchcoated goons have been lurking outside my house trying to sell me a new vacuum cleaner! Please, save me! You’re my only hope!”

Jayde scowled at her. “You think you’re so funny.”

“Come on!” Skye urged. “There’s gotta be some small part of you that’s hoping she’ll call.”

“No,” she said firmly, though Skye was partially right. A huge part of Jayde hoped that she would see Nadya again one day, just not under dire circumstances. But another part of her knew that was the only way she’d get to see her again.

“Fine,” Skye said, clearly not convinced, and handed the polaroid back.

Jayde took a few moments to stare at the photo fondly. She flipped it over to look at the note on the back and ran her fingertips over the letters Nadya wrote. Then she carefully returned it to the pocket it came from.

“You want some breakfast?” she asked Skye, ignoring the knowing grin on her face.

#oc insp: Jayde Thatcher #oc insp: Skye Thatcher #insp: the lodge #I just need to start tagging my original content as that I think #anyway this takes place pretty early on in the story #and is one of my favorite interactions these two have #skye is so fun to write. no filter. all sarcasm. youngest sibling syndrome. chaotic neutral.#I've decided to switch from first person to third and why oh why did I do that to myself #I won't be doing that for ALL the writing I've done for this project cause that would be like.... around 400k words that I'd have to rework #but I'm just trying to reignite what I lost last year #ARE YA FEELIN IT MR KRABS

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Hello, welcome to my regression blog!

Name: Paopu/Sea salt/Penny

Pronouns: Star/Honeydew

Big age: 19

Little age: 5-8

Petre type: puppy, raccoon

Extra: Autistic, BPD, use tone tags if possible, therian, otherkin, fictionkin

Theriotypes:

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• Pitbull

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• Alien

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• Kairi -Kingdom Hearts

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• Sonic -STH

• Tails -STH

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• Aerith -Final Fantasy remake and rebirth

• Citizen of Main Street -disney parks (not 100% confirmed yet)

• Hiro Hamada -Big Hero 6 (not 100% confirmed yet)

• Questioning another Disney kin

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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the imprint or the blood singer | part 9.

Summary: Y/N Black. All about La Push. Shy girl unless you get to know her. Not one to make friends easily despite the fact that she very well could. Friends with her brother’s friends until one Bella Swan comes back to town.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light smut

Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader, Embry Call x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

“Was a fancy yellow sports car really necessary to rent?” You asked as Alice sped through the streets of Italy.

“It was the fastest on the lot… the Volturi refused him.”

Alice had caught you up to speed on specific vampire knowledge the pack didn’t have information on, especially the Volturi.

“That’s a good thing then?”

“No no.” Alice pushed the car as fast as it could go. “He’s going to make a scene. Show himself in front of the humans.”

“How much time do we have?”

“He’ll do it at noon, when the sun is at its highest peak.”

Alice parked the car when it could no longer fit through the streets of Voltaire. You and her ran, Alice careful to make sure all her coverings stayed in place. You kept having to push people out of the way.

“Why are they all in red cloaks?”

“St. Marcus Day Festival. They commemorate the exposure of vampires in their city. It’s what makes this perfect. The Volturi would never let him get far enough to reveal himself.”

You and Alice moved even faster, knowing time was quickly running out.

“He’ll be under the clock tower. I’m right behind you (Y/N). But you need to go first, he needs to hear you coming first. If it’s me, he’ll think I’m lying and rush into it.”

You could see Edward standing on the top step of the entrance to the clock tower. The buttons on his blue shirt were undone.

Edward, you screamed his name in your head as loud as you possibly could.

Edward looked up slightly as if he heard you. But he didn’t see you, the red cloaks were blocking his view. His mind must have been playing tricks on him. You pushed yourself faster, allowing a little bit of your wolf side to kick in. Without much thought, you tackled Edward back into the protecting shade of the clock tower.

“(Y/N)?” Edward asked in disbelief as he clutched your head to his chest. “I thought you were dead, Alice saw you…”

He could feel your heartbeat, smell the sweet blood that linked you to him. He saw the look of fear on your face from Alice’s vision when he first met you. This was the cause of your pain and he felt more sorry for even leading you here.

“I’m very much alive, Edward. It’s not a mirage. I’m here, I’m here—”

You looked Edward in the eye and all time stopped. Whatever the pack’s theories were about you imprinting were wrong. You were sure you’d float away if Edward stopped looking at you. Gravity no longer held you to the Earth, he did. And for once you didn’t want to pull away from his eyes, but get lost in the gold forever.

Edward smiled at your sugary sweet thoughts, worried about how sickly he looked. Alice came running up behind you. You and Edward got to your feet and he began to button up his shirt and roll down the sleeves, hiding every inch of it from sunshine. You sniffed the air, disgusted. Vampire and its smell was not like the Cullens. It was like the redhead. The scent of a vampire that drank human blood.

“Let’s go, before you can think to cause another scene,” Alice said.

Before you could move Edward uttered one word: Jane.

The three of you turned around to see a blonde girl flanked by two much larger men.

“Aro sent me to see what was taking so long.”

You didn’t like the tone in her voice. Edward placed his hand on your lower back to guide you to follow the strangers.

“It’ll be best if we do what they say.”

You uncomfortably packed into the elevator. You reached for Edward’s hand, needing your anchor. You welcomed his freezing skin against yours. You needed something to keep you present in the moment, keep you alert. When you exited the doors, a woman at the reception desk greeted you in Italian. The strange vampires didn’t pay the woman any mind.

“Is she human?” you whispered to Edward.

He nodded.

“And she knows…and she wants to be…”

You were in disbelief. There would be only one reason a person would knowingly work for the Volturi. You didn’t think, couldn’t fathom, someone wanting to be turned into one of the creatures.

“And so she will be,” one of the strange vampires said.

“One of you?”

“Or dessert.” Jane smirked as the doors opened to a large room.

At the end were three vampires sitting on throne-like chairs. They were all permanently frozen at various ages: one closer to you and the Cullen siblings, one around maybe Charlie’s, and the last looking older than time itself.

“Caius, Aro, and Marcus,” Edward whispered to you.

The man Edward pointed out as Aro stepped down from his chair.

“Oh, I do love a happy ending.” Aro took Edward’s hand from yours. “Her blood sings to you, yet it makes me thirsty. How can you stand to be so close?”

“It’s not without difficulty,” Edward admitted.

“I can see that.”

Edward looked back at you. “He can read every thought in your head just by touch. And now you know everything, Aro, get on with what you want.”

“You can read every thought like me, yet hers are sometimes fuzzy. And our sweet Alice can’t see her future at all… I wonder if our dear is an exception to my gift as well? May I?”

Aro didn’t give you much of a choice as he grabbed your hand. A pin could drop in the room and it would sound like gunshots. Aro looked at where he held your hands and then looked you in the face. Blood red eyes. Eyes you would gladly rip out the skull they sat in.

“Marvelous. I see… nothing. So what shall we do now?”

Marcus sighed. “You already know what you’re going to do.”

“She knows too much. The human is a liability,” Caius spat out.

“No.”

Edward took your hand to run but you fell to the ground in pain. Aro gasped.

“Immune to powers of the mind but not of the body.”

“Let her go. Kill me instead,” Edward offered.

At his words, the wolf in you snapped. The pain caused by Jane and the pain of Edward’s pleas caused you to shift. Edward was in shock, he hadn’t seen this in your thoughts since you’d been in his arms. Alice knew you could shift but had yet to see your wolf. The rest of the Volturi were shocked at the sight of a horse-sized wolf.

You were russet in color, just like Jacob, but with black markings on your paws and the tips of your ears. The same way you hadn’t grown much with the phase as a human, due to how spontaneous and unnaturally it occured, your wolf stood smaller than the others. Your fur long and shaggy since you hadn’t had a chance to cut your hair. The shock of a wolf caused Jane to stop using her power against you.

“She says anybody touch me, she’ll go for your head first,” Edward translated.

“You’d give up your life for someone like us? A soulless monster? Your sworn enemy,” Aro said as if he couldn’t understand the concept.

“Kill her, brother, and get it over with,” Caius said, bored.

“You can see it yourself, she’s not human. She lives in the supernatural world like us,” Edward spoke. “Not a single law has been broken.”

“Can we continue to let an enemy of ours know exactly who we are? Where we reside? Our strengths and weaknesses?”

“What if she wasn’t an enemy? What if I turned her myself when the time came?”

“When the time comes? A drop of your venom is probably potent enough to kill her. You’d promise to sacrifice your only love?”

Edward was getting angry. The sweet talk and empty promises should’ve soothed Aro’s ego. Aro should’ve let you go, if it was anyone else he would’ve let them go. All Aro wanted was for him and Alice to join the Volturi. Both because of your powers, he had nothing like them in the guard, and to have the last word on Carlisle for leaving the Volturi.

“Let them go, Aro. No laws were broken, no harm was done. Let them return to Carlisle,” Marcus called out, exhausted.

Marcus was potentially the one vampire in the room you felt sorry for. Not just because he was trying to help you, but because he seemed over it all. You could only imagine how many years he had lived, how he was weary of his immortal life.

“If she can walk out without causing a scene, then they’re free to go. You’d be right, I’d see no laws broken,” Aro said looking at you.

(Part 10)...

#edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x black!reader #embry call x reader #embry call x black!reader #twilight fic

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69bitterbeingz · 5 months

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IF YOU'RE GONNA BE DUMB || CH. 9

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DISCLAIMER: This is a reupload from my prev account! best to follow the fic through ao3 [linked below] to avoid any future issues PAIRINGS - johnny knoxville, bam margera, steve-o, chris pontius, ryan dunn x female reader WARNINGS - swearing, drinking, injury

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The moon floated in the cloudy night sky like a coin in inky black water, stars barely peeking through the haze like drops of milk. Big Ben’s spire pierced through the veil, and when the camera panned down, a man– no, creature , howled in the lonely streets, his hands raised towards the stars.

“This has got to be the dumbest one yet.”

“Dumber than getting thrown around like a football?” Johnny replied, laughing incredulously at your remark; you shook your head.

“No no , that’s a totally different breed of dumb. This is just…” You trailed off, then gestured at Chris, gleefully sprinting down the road in a hoodie and wolf mask. “Look at him.”

“C’mon, don’t be a fuckin’ killjoy.” Steve-O teased, nudging your ribs a little harder than you expected and making you jolt. With a jab back at his ribs, you smiled.

“I can call it stupid and still enjoy it.”

It was hardly even a stunt, simply an excuse to run around like a knob and weird people out, and all of you followed along like giggling kids. Some shots were a bit of a hassle - should’ve known that popping out at people on a late night tube would tempt some wanker to take a swing at Chris, but you all managed to escape just as the carriage doors opened, so no harm no foul. Besides, you bet these guys have been in worse scraps. To be honest, out of all the stunts the lot of you had filmed over your time in England, this was by far your favourite. No cringeworthy accidents, nothing totally disgusting or grim, just running around like headless chickens while Chris howled for all he was worth. It was just lighthearted fun, and a great way to close out your shoot. Even you got involved, although… not knowingly . You were distracted settling a debate with Steve-O [“you can smoke damn near anything, trust me, i have” “yeah but smoking incense like a cigarette can not be good for you”] when his expression suddenly changed from neutral to a shitty smirk. Before you had time to question what the hell he was so smiley about, you were literally swept off your feet. You screamed, as whoever had you in the bridal carry howled like a mad man; at least it was obvious who it was long before he had reached the park, giggling in a very un- wolflike way.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You asked, a little breathless as you clung to the front of his hoodie - you really wished he wasn’t wearing that shitty wolf mask, the low light of the street lamps made it look genuinely freaky.

Chris chuckled, putting on a darker tone this time. “ You’re fresh meat.” Though the ‘intimidating’ voice didn’t last long, as he broke back into a dopey giggle. When he finally ran back to the crew and put you down, you promised yourself to watch your back more vigilantly in the future. With that little escapade, everyone decided you had enough footage of Chris jumpscaring poor passers-by, the executive decision was made for celebration drinks in a bar near Tower Bridge. Tremaine was nice enough to get the first couple rounds for everyone, toasting the crew for their hard work on the past few months of shooting; he then turned to Johnny, Chris and Steve-O to make a special mention: “takes balls to do the dumb shit you guys put yourselves through.”

“Hear hear!”

Down the hatch, let the good times roll. Sure, you drank every night here, but this really did feel special, a joy and undeniable relief that everyone felt with the end of filming. The only thing was that you wish truly everyone was here to celebrate it too - despite not knowing Dave and Ehren that well, they deserved to be here much more than you believed you did. Not to mention Bam and Ryan… you stared into the bubbling liquid in your pint glass as the thought arose. Shit, you really missed them. You haven’t even been gone that long and you missed them. It was great being here with Johnny, Chris and Steve-O, but you couldn’t shake that feeling of an important piece of the puzzle being missing. You raised your glass to your lips and wondered what they were doing right now…?

You should ring Bam...

“Hey, what you staring into space for?”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise at the tipsy Chris now sitting next to you. Wait, where did everyone else go? Your head darted around, noting how the group had splintered off into different parts of the bar - you must’ve been so wrapped in drinking and thinking that you hadn’t noticed them all go.

“Huh… don’t know. How long was I out for?”

“Oh, dunno really, I was caught up with some guy. Anyway, you looked like you were thinkin’ too hard so I came over to get us some drinks. Wanna do shots?”

You quirked an embarrassed smile, letting your preoccupations slip out of your head. “Sure, get whatever you want, I’ll pay.”

“Oho! Well if you insist~ ” He giggled coyly, twirling his shoulder-length hair around his finger before turning to the bartender with his order. As he chatted, you lingered on the outline of his profile, the way his nose curved into his lips and other poetic nonsense. You never noticed how cute his nose actually was, it complimented his face nicely. Not that his face really needed complimenting, it was pretty damn great already. Then there was his pretty hair, slightly curly and hanging a little ways past his ears - it was long enough to run your fingers through and catch the knots. It suited him well.

Oh no, the booze was getting you all sappy .

You squinted at your beer for a second, as if to scold it, then quickly decided you didn’t give a shit

“You gonna grow it out?”

“Huh?” Chris asked, tilting his head to the side slightly like a confused puppy as he pushed your shot in front of you. You motioned to his head.

“Your hair, I mean it’s already kinda grown out but, like, gonna grow it out s’more? Get real hippy dippy?”

“Oh… yeah, I was thinking about it.” He seemed caught off guard, shifting on his stool. A little hazy eyed, you nodded, face unreadable.

“...Your hair’s nice, soft. I hope you grow it out. Hippy dippy looks good on you.”

For a moment he just blinked at you, but a grin soon split his cheeks, and if you looked a little closer [or were a little less drunk] you would’ve noticed the splash of red that started to stain across the bridge of his nose.

“What a charmer! Your hair’s nice, too - really nice, actually. Hope you let me comb through it again.”

You smiled bashfully, bumped your shot glasses together with a ‘clink’ and knocked back the pair of snakebites. Burning, tinged with the citrus of lime juice, but it felt good going down, and Chris’s warm smile only served to soothe that burn. His eye twinkled mischievously as he watched you set the shot glass back down with a heavy hand.

“Wanna do another?”

The two of you got caught in your own world for god knows how long, chatting about who the fuck cares and getting totally shitfaced. You didn’t remember the last time you felt so light - it’s always so easy with Chris, he’s such a calming presence. At one point in the night you told him he reminded you of a capybara, and he drunkenly laughed and said you reminded him of a deer. You pulled a face and asked him why the hell are you a deer? And he said, “ No it totally makes sense. You’re this pretty, flighty thing but you got antlers and they fuckin’ hurt when you use them. Also, when you get surprised you get this cute wide-eyed look.” There were no further questions, you were busy downing your drink to quell the fuzzy feeling in your chest.

It could’ve been minutes or hours the two of you spent talking, but it couldn’t last forever. You were far gone, but you were with it enough to notice raised voices near down the other end of the bar. You furrowed your eyebrows, ignoring Chris mid sentence as you leaned to the side to look around him and see what the big deal was, only to see Steve-O jabbing his finger at a much larger bloke’s chest.

“Shit.”

“What?” Chris turned to see what you were looking at. “Ah shit. ”

To Chris’ surprise, Steve-O didn’t even seem to be the aggressor this time - the stranger, clearly wasted off his fucking nut, had a demeanour like a rabid dog, shoulders hunched over and shoving at Steve’s shoulder. Instinctively, your face screwed up in distaste as you watched it unfold, tensions rising when the guy grabbed Steve by the front of his shirt. Like you were on autopilot, you got up from your stool and marched over, ignorant to Chris’ slurred questions and your unsteady feet.

You knew damn well Steve-O can take care of himself, but to be entirely honest, this wasn’t for him. You were pissed in both senses of the word, and this was what you wanted to do.

“Mind your fucking business!” You barked, yanking the guy by the back of his shirt to get his attention. He looked over his shoulder, but didn’t pay you much more mind. Alright dick, as if you were gonna get ignored like that. You looped round, wedging yourself in between him and Steve and started pushing at the strangers chest. “Hey asshole fuckin’ look at me! I said mind your fucking business! ”

“The fuck ‘s this?” He asked, shoving you back by the shoulder like he did Steve. “Your fuckin’ bird stickin’ her neck out for you?”

“‘M not a fuckin’ bird shit for brains.”

“The fuck does he mean ‘ bird ’?” Steve asked nobody in particular, because right now your tunnel vision was set on the random man twice your size.

“Stop yapping and get the fuck out of my way, dizzy cunt.” The stranger spat, moving to push past you but you threw your entire weight into his front, managing to knock him back.

“I'll show you a dizzy cunt you fuckin’ bell end!”

You jammed your boot into his shins as hard as you could, and though it knocked you off balance, you steadied yourself in time to catch him wincing. However, it didn’t nearly have the effect you hoped. What followed happened too fast for you to really catch on - one second you were on your feet, the next your head hit the sticky bar floor, hot pain starting to radiate across your face and the taste of metal arising in your mouth as the edges of your vision started to black out. The stranger was ushered out by security - no matter the fact you were the little shit starter, if security sees a big guy knock someone out, they’re gonna be the one getting kicked out. Just before you totally blacked out, some familiar concerned faces crowded around you, and it kinda reminded you of when you wiped out on that ramp the first time you met them all, especially when Knoxville said,

“ Shit, [Y/n] you good? How’s your head?”

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

Ugh…Wow…

Your head really fucking hurts.

You don’t know who you are, where you are, anything really, but you could be sure of that much.

Your head really really fucking hurts.

Well, that and one other thing you noticed - the distant sound of people talking, maybe in a hallway? If you opened your eyes you could probably figure it out, but you didn’t really feel like it right now. In fact, considering the way you felt right now, you didn’t want to move for a million years. Which is saying something, since whatever you were lying on was pretty uncomfortable, starchy and stiff, nothing like your sheets at home. So, you could rule out home. One step closer to solving the mystery. You could hear other sounds nearer to you, things like coughing or hushed conversation; if you put in the effort, you could just about make it out. Something full of jargon, sounded professional. Well that’s just confusing, why would you be asleep somewhere professional? Through the thin skin of your eyelids, you could also tell there was a lot of bright light, light that’d probably hurt when and if you decide to open up. Looking forward to that. Bet that’ll do wonders for your head. Despite your hesitation, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get much more information without using all of your senses, so begrudgingly, you opened your eyes.

“ Jesus! ” You jolted at the unexpected presence of a man in hospital scrubs standing right next to you. The initial spike of your heart rate soon calmed as he looked at you with confusion; your expression was purely disgruntled. “Do you just… hang around like that? Waiting to jumpscare unconscious people?” He didn’t respond, simply picked up a telephone receiver on the bedside table and made a succinct message. You started to look around, eyebrows furrowed and eyes twitchy every time a certain movement made your head hurt. “Why aren’t I at the bar? Why am I in a hospital?”

“Your friends brought you into A&E about two hours ago, apparently you were knocked unconscious in a fight.”

You sucked the air through your teeth, reaching up to massage your throbbing temple.

“Shit, again? Man, I’ve gotta stop doing this, can’t be good for my head…”

“Not the first time then?”

“Well, first time getting my shit kicked in by a dude, I think. Unless I just don’t remember.”

The nurse hummed, he seemed concerned, but ultimately didn’t ask any more questions. He pottered around a bit, checking your blood pressure and heart rate only for it to come back pretty normal, if on the low side. All the while, the painkillers he gave you started to kick in.

“Hey uh… don’t know your name…”

“Nurse is fine.”

“Impersonal, alright, anyway you said I came here two hours ago? Was I really out that whole time?”

“Actually, when you came in you were conscious, but you fell asleep in the waiting room, and that was a concern due to the possibility of a brain injury.”

At least you weren’t knocked out for that whole time… you started to pick at your hospital wristband, noticing the dried blood stains on your shirt as you looked down. The wristband was kinda cool the more you looked at it, maybe you could laminate it and keep it as a bracelet or something… then when you craned your head up again, you were alone. Huh, no goodbye? Probably a pretty busy guy if he’s working A&E, you didn’t mind hanging out on your own for a bit; in fact, you could probably do with some solitude.

Well too bad, you weren’t getting any.

“Found ‘er.”

Following the familiar gravelly voice came Steve-O’s head ducking through the hospital room doorway.

“Oh, hey. Did they not tell you where I was?”

“Didn’t even let us follow you, dude.” Steve-O complained, taking a seat next to the hospital bed. “Fuckin’ weak, dunno why they rushed you off like that.”

“Probably ‘cuz of my bad brains.” You flicked your own forehead for emphasis, but just caused a twinge of pain in the process. Steve-O shrugged, leaning his arms on his thighs so he was a bit closer to you.

“You’re fine, bet you’ve gotten worse.” He trailed off for a second, staring at his shoes then back at you. “Why’d you get in between us like that?”

“Eh, don’t know. Had a lot to drink, wanted to piss somebody off… didn’t think he’d actually take a swing though.”

“All bark, huh?”

“No way I have bite, kicked the guy in the fuckin’ shins. He was being an ass anyway, deserved it.”

Steve-O smiled, not the impish one you’re used to but something softer. “...Thanks. That was pretty cool of you.”

You stalled for a second, but settled for mirroring his smile. “Don’t mention it.”

“ [Y/n]!”

Enter, Johnny and Chris. Chris wasted no time coming right up to your bedside. “Dude, did he scramble your brains?”

“Yeah, don’t even remember your name, Chris.”

Chris snickered, but he seemed preoccupied by something. “I, uh… I feel kinda bad about the whole thing, I should’ve held you back or something. I don’t know why I didn’t, it just–”

“If it makes you feel any better, I literally wouldn’t let you stop me.” You assured, shrugging nonchalantly, and he managed to crack a smile.

“Still, sorry.”

You rolled your eyes and ruffled his hair it might’ve been an excuse to touch his hair again . “You’re too soft for your own good, y’know.”

“Jeez, you’d think they’d at least clean the blood offa ya, you look a mess.” Johnny commented, coming up on the other side of your bed to get a good look at you. He looked around for a second, then reached for the box of tissues he spotted.

“There’s blood ? Seriously? But my nose doesn’t hurt..”

“I think the guy had rings on or something, gave you a gash on your cheek.” Steve-O explained, scratching at his left cheek as if to demonstrate.

“Eh, don’t worry about it, I gotcha.” Johnny assured, dipping a tissue into a glass of water enough to wet it but not have it break apart; his free hand cupped your cheek, warm and directing so he could keep your head facing him, and with a gentler hand than you thought him able, started to dab at the dried blood on your face. Sure, it still hurt , after sitting on your skin so long he had to scrub at some parts, but it was relaxing nonetheless. He let out little ‘sorry’ s every time you winced or hissed, and all too soon, it was over. Without thinking, your head followed his hand as he released your face, chasing the warmth of his palm, and to your relief he didn’t bother to mention it.

“There, now we’re even.”

“Nurse Knoxville.” You teased, resting your arms in your now folded lap as Steve-O and Chris chuckled.

“He’d be a shit nurse.” Steve-O snarked, followed by Chris.

“Bet he can’t pull off the outfit like I can.”

“Real nurses don’t even wear that skimpy shit, look–” Johnny motioned to the nurse stood in the doorway, staring disapprovingly at the group. “ That’s what they actually wear.”

“You shouldn’t be in here.” Your nurse said bluntly, fully entering the room. The guys all brushed him off.

“Nah, ‘s okay, we know her.” Chris assured, as if that was the issue.

“That doesn’t matter, only immediate family’s allowed. We’re not sure of her condition yet.”

“Aw c’mon , look at her, she’s fine.” Steve-O insisted, but the nurse wasn’t going to be convinced as he started to usher Steve out of the shitty plastic chair he was sat in.

“Really, I’m fine, we’ve gotta go catch a flight anyway so–”

“I really wouldn’t advise that. We’d like to keep you overnight so we can monitor your condition–” The nurse was interrupted by a beeping in his pocket; he pulled out a pager, took one quick glance, then heaved a heavy sigh. “There’s something I need to tend to… can you hang on for ten minutes?”

You nodded, so he swiftly left. Busy, busy man.

Johnny whistled, playing with his hands as he turned back to you. “You don’t have to give ‘em your insurance info or anything?”

“Nope, free healthcare.”

“Great, let’s get you out of this miserable li’l matchbox.”

You weren’t going to argue, you had shit to do. Lucky they didn’t put you in one of those paper-y hospital gowns because you really didn’t feel like staying longer than you absolutely had to. Once Johnny helped you over the metal railing of the hospital bed and Chris picked up your jacket, you hightailed it out of that A&E room before any nurse could stop you. It was still dark when you made it outside, but clearly nearing daylight, as that deep navy started to lighten to an ultramarine blue. You always liked that stage of the night sky, thought it was so pretty when everything was bathed in that hazy blue glow. The rental car was pulled up in front of the hospital entrance so you were all able to pile in as quickly as possible, then off you went on the way home.

Flashes of street lights flitted past the car window, and you watched as the cityscapes changed and flowed. A tug at your hospital wristband caught your attention, and you turned to Chris.

“Gonna keep it?”

You hummed and gazed at it again. “...Yeah, looks cool.”

With all your fondness for Chris, you hoped you weren’t sitting next to him on the plane back.

#jackass fanfic #jackass x reader #johnny knoxville x reader #bam margera x reader #steve o x reader #chris pontius x reader #ryan dunn x reader #if you're gonna be dumb

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ccaptain · 4 months

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@daybreakrising: "were you ever going to tell me the truth?" (Give me the sad, sam) ( meme source. )

empty, damp bottles lay on the ground, liquor drops dripping from the neck of a particulary stubborn one that refused to fall from the table and break over, like the others.

on the ground lays Kaeya, part of his hair soaked in the puddle of liquorous wine his head is resting in. close to his chest, hugged like a lifelong lost friend, another bottle pours what's left in it under him. and still- in the drunken stupor of this mess- Kaeya seems happy. there's a slight smile on his face, his body curled up around the thing that has supported him through this hellish week.

that, and the thought of seeing his darling wolf in a few days-

still, this is his private moment. there's an hum of contentment among the fumes of alcohol, eyes close to avoid the room spinning like a park attraction.

distantly, thinking of it as nothing more than a dream, he hears the door open. heavy steps break the darkness of the house... and then, stand still for a moment.

the drunkenness doesn't let him register alarm in the sudden quickeling of said steps, Kaeya only protesting when he's pried off the hard, cold wooden floor. there's the littlest of whimpers as the bottle slips out of his grasp. two strong arms pick him, and a voice asks his name out in such a terrified tone that it goes past the fog-

there's a squeak of happiness as he manages to put Wriothesley, his Wriothesley, into focus. his arms are thrown around his darling wolf and, uncaring of how his hair will stain his coat with wine, he allows himself to tell the Duke how happy he is to have him here, how much he has missed him, how nice he smells, how he wants Wriothesley to spend the night...

( he's, of course, unaware that this string of words are reduced to incoherent babblings. )

he's lifted, and the room spins again- his eyes close on the last sight of his man, enveloped in his warmth and content in his alcohol-fueled stupor. there's this little sigh and the littlest smile ever to signity that Kaeya is truly happy to see him, before his memory doesn't register anything else than the happy, blissful mind-numbing darkness.

kaeya's back is slumped over, his legs strewn about without grace nor the poise characterizing him.

he tries to focus on Wriothesley's hand, scarred and tied with his usual black bands, holding that shaking hand of his. i didn't do his bindings this morning, he thinks, almost absently, and an addictional wave of guilt submerges him.

he didn't do his boyfriend's bindings, this morning, because he was busy doing his best not to meet his gaze.

he woke up with little to no memories of how he ended up in the tight, warm embrace of his, smelling of his usual cleaning products and dressed in new clothes. for a long moment, he allowed himself to hide in his man's neck, to relax in the blankets and wonder, briefly, why his hold was so tight on him...

it's halfway through the morning when he remembers, freezing in the kitchen as the headache pounded on his temples like a particulary asshole-ish marching band vowing to cause as much noise as possible while parading in the streets of his brain.

Kaeya has yet to lift his eyes on Wriothesley. the silence is uncomfortable, his eyes wet and his cheeks burning with shame.

he did not meant for his own boyfriend to find him in these conditions. he never had- and he was hoping that he never would have had to, either.

the question is uncomfortable- makes him freeze, damp eyes lifting for once and stopping, as if pupils were unworthy to wander further, over his chin. he sees the movement of his lips, and his brain unfocuses for a moment- until warm fingers cup his face, gently moving him so he can look into icy eyes properly. he's lost in that gaze, unsure if he's worthy of the patience.

' i... '

how can he properly convey what he has to say? the disgust for himself is overwhelming- he can remember the panic in his voice at having found his passed out form in the dark house, how the scene must have looked at a first glance...

he has disappointed him- worse... he has scared him. he has planted the first seed of worry into his mind, the seed that threatens to become devouring anxiety that, Kaeya thinks, he should rather avoid. he has become a worry- no longer an human to love, but an hindrance to cause fear.

he almost gags when he thinks that he has poisoned their love for a vice.

' i don't... i don't do this often, ' he tries to reassure, to sound strong- but the potion that he has downed once he was coherent, a gold-colored one that Albedo left on his desk for him, has yet to fully kick in, to send the marching band packing.

' i try to keep busy, ' he pleads, pearls of tears gathering past his eyelashes. he's desperate for Wriothesley to understand, to unseed the worry from his brain before it sets roots, ' i try cooking- i try going for walks, i try patrolling, i-i take up so much work so that my brain doesn't have time to think about anything else. but... '

his face scrunches up, unspilled tears still hanging over the corner of his eyes. cold, shaky hands come up to hold the bigger ones cupping his face so tenderly, desperate to make him understand.

' -but sometimes it gets too much, and i was going to tell you eventually, that i do this to make things stop when it gets too loud- but i didn't... ' wanted to worry you. gods, you worry so much already, i don't want you to add to your plate...

' i-i wanted to... ' stop. i wanted to stop before you found out how i self-destruct.

' i'm- ' sorry. i'm so sorry, and i wish i had more self-control than this. i wish i couldn't harm you with worry-

it's very quiet, how Kaeya comes apart at the seams.

there isn't even a sob- just his mouth open in a quiet plea, crystal tears falling down his cheeks. it's so quiet, it's almost scary to watch. when his face crumples, he's still selfish enough to find refuge in these strong, warm hands, pressing into them as if to hide. Wriothesley needs to be comforted- yet, Kaeya is the one seeking it.

he wishes the earth would swallow him whole, and close above his head, to get rid of the heartache he has given Wriothesley. not even a painful, slow death could atone him for that- but he'd want it.

he'd deserve it. he'd beg for it without an ounce of pride, if that meant he could have it.

#daybreakrising #I GOT YOU LAURI. LOOK AT THIS #me sobbing and tearing up: GOD YOU PRIMADONNA KAEYA. G O D #alcohol ment ;;#oof but the implications in kaeyas reactions......... ooffffff

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wolfontheloose · 1 year

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|| Grey & Ryden ||

Having always been a child of the concrete jungle, a kid raised on asphalted streets breathing in the city air, Ryden had surprised even himself just how much he was enjoying his newfound love for spending time in the nature. Given, it took a lot of research to properly prepare for venturing into the true, deep wilderness of the Hollowed Forest, considering he had no prior experience in trekking through woods unless he was on all fours, getting lost by his wolf whose memories and plans he did not share or have any insight into. He’d spent almost a year of trial and error, waking up with no clothes on in the middle of god forsaken nowhere with little to no recollection on how he even got there. But once someone had kindly pointed out to him what he’d already suspected deep down - that he was a werewolf now - it became quite clear why he sought to get lost in the woods at least once a month if not more often.

So, Ryden had become a true hiker, an unofficial forest ranger, a volunteering explorer for his own enjoyment and mysterious purposes. Not something he would recommend to everyone, especially because the woods around Opulence were far from empty. Mythical beings and monstrous creatures lurked everywhere, considering the land beneath the ancient trees their home. The only truly safe place Ryden could guarantee for was the trailer park the pack used during full moons. Every other corner was potentially full of danger for the really unlucky ones. That did not stop this daredevil though, even after a few unfortunate encounters he experienced during his life as a lycanthrope in Opulence.

Walking through the woods, with a backpack packed full of trekking gear, Ryden didn’t mind their promise of potential danger. Instead, he found peace and serenity in this new hobby of his, the sort he rarely got anywhere else. Ryden was almost never in touch or in tune with anything - as a matter of fact, he was very much that one single tone that chirped into the synchronized choir only to create discord. In the arms of mother nature though, he calmed down, became almost docile, bringing the thoughts within his hectic mind to a steady flat line with only one thread to follow out of many.

On his way to do a quick checkup on the pack grounds in the forest, Ryden took his time following the familiar, safe trails that would take him there, in no rush and with a whole day to spend on this. Here, the stink of the town subsided, giving way to more natural smells, letting his senses expand and sharpen. His hearing cleared, no traffic or the annoying buzz of electronic devices to interfere with it. His keen eyesight adjusted to the earthy green shades around him, every change of color among them instantly noticed and singled out with pinprick precision.

Therefore, the transition from being perfectly alone with no other soul around to being aware of someone’s impending approach was quick, barely needing a second to register. Ryden came to a slow stop in his tracks, chin raising so perceptive grey orbs could scan his immediate surroundings, ears listening and nose smelling, trying to determine what he should expect - a friend or a foe, someone lost and in need of help or someone approaching with intention that may not be entirely benevolent.

@greylapinski

#::RydenxGrey #I finally did it!#Sorry it took me forever T.T #hope it's okay!#if not let me know!

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starlitangels · 2 years

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We Match

Okay! @thegoldenlittlerose redrew my profile picture just for the fun of it and to say thank you, I wrote a one-shot of her choosing! I always make vampires the antagonists of things like this so I tried to shake things up 3.7k words CW: fantasy violence, blood, emotional and physical distress, mentions of killing

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“Baaabe! How was work? Is everything okay?” Asher asked.

“Everything’s fine, baby,” I replied, trying not to sound nervous. “But I had to work late again and since I got in a little late, the parking lot of my building was full. So I had to park a building’s lot over. And it’s dark. I’m just a little apprehensive so I figured I’d call you before walking to my car. To keep me company and all that.”

“Awww. Want me to come get you?”

“No, Ash. It’s literally, like, two hundred yards farther than I usually park. It’s not a big deal. The dark is just making me anxious. The parking lots are pretty well-lit. I just don’t want to have to walk through the dark grass between the two lots alone.”

“I’ll come get you.”

“Asher, don’t waste gas,” I chided. “I’ll be fine.”

“Baaabe,” Asher chided in almost the same tone I’d used. “You’re my mate—and I love you. It’s not a waste if it keeps you safe.”

“Ash, I’m already halfway across the first lot and I’m not going back inside to wait for you in the twenty minutes it’ll take you to get here. Just keep talking to me and I’ll be fine. I have my pepper spray and all that. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

Ash chuckled. “Maybe I, uh, should teach you how to put your keys between your fingers and fight like a wolf with claws,” he said as he playfully snorted.

“Careful, puppy, I might actually take you up on that offer,” I replied. That earned me a real laugh. A deep, hearty one. I loved hearing Asher’s laugh.

For a moment, it drowned out another noise that filled my other, open ear as I crossed into the dark stretch of grass between the two parking lots.

A much more sinister, twisted laugh.

“Well, well. Look what we have here, boys,” a voice said. I squined through the darkness to see four figures circling me like—

Like a pack of wolves.

“Ash,” I said softly into my phone. “Trouble. Four of them.”

I heard my boyfriend swear—none too softly. “I’ll be right there,” he said. I heard the rustling of clothing on the other end of the line.

“A little, weak, unempowered human—but one with magic lingering on their skin,” the same voice as the one before continued nonchalantly. A face looked from the darkness—bright white teeth catching the faint light from one of the street lamps. “What’re you doing out here, all alone, in the middle of the night?”

“Going home,” I retorted firmly, shoving past the first one and picking up my pace. “Ash, they’re empowered. I think they might be shifters.”

All I heard on the other end of the call was a very familiar, animalistic growl. He’d shifted.

“Where ya runnin’ off to, sweetheart?” a second figure crooned, stepping into my path. The other that I’d pushed past was lurking directly behind me.

“I assure you, I’m no sweetheart,” I snapped. My mind jumped, briefly, to Milo’s mate. Their powerful magic—the ability to just disappear whenever they wanted. It would certainly come in handy right about now, that was for sure. But I was just me. Unempowered. “Leave me alone.” I pushed past the second figure, shouldering him hard.

He growled. Definitely a shifter’s growl.

I broke into a run, not bothering to be polite, digging my keys out of the pocket of my jacket. The warm Dahlia summer night air rushed over my skin. “Ash!”

I heard the familiar sound of shifting magic—God knew I’d lived with Asher long enough to recognize it immediately—and turned my run into a spring. How the hell was I supposed to outrun four wolves?

I heard the deep bark of a shifter wolf behind me and shrieked as something slammed into me.

I hit the dirt hard. My phone and keys flew out of my hands. “Asher, they’re shifters!” I screamed, hoping beyond hope that he’d hear it.

The wolf that had tackled me to the ground dug his paw beneath me and rolled me over onto my back. Long, sharp, white teeth snarled inches from my nose. I scrambled, trying to get away, scrabbling at his forelegs with my fingernails. Not that it was effective. I’d snuggled Asher’s wolf form plenty enough to know that the fur on a shifter was so thick it was practically armor.

I squirmed as the wolf snapped his jaws at me.

Three more wolves entered my field of vision. There was no way I’d be able to dodge them all.

Pain started flooding in from—everywhere. My limbs. My sides. My chin where I’d hit the ground. My vision swam and my thoughts started to go fuzzy.

Asher... baby where are you...

The thought trickled out of my head like the last drops of water poured from the bottom dregs of a glass.

More pain. I was being dragged across the ground. I was vaguely aware of twigs and leaves prickling at my skin. I groaned in pain, eyelids fluttering. But I refused to close them. If I closed them, I’d be giving up. And I never gave up.

I felt my eyelids touch and forced them open. I was bleeding. I knew that much. I could feel the warmth of it on my skin. Smell that metallic sting of iron in my nostrils.

My throat hurt. It felt raw. It occurred to me that I’d probably been screaming. Was probably still screaming. Pain had a funny way of making me lose the awareness of my senses beyond said pain.

I heard a howl. Distant. Familiar?

Hehe, I thought idly. Wolf puppy...

Another howl answered it from farther off.

And another.

My eyelids fluttered again.

One of the wolves attacking me sunk his teeth into my shoulder. This time, I was well aware of my screaming.

The edges of my vision were beyond fuzzy and had started going black. My consciousness swayed dangerously.

—

Asher snarled and leapt on the nearest wolf, crashing down onto them with his entire weight. The rogue wolf whined. Milo! Help me get that bastard’s teeth off my mate! he said.

On it, Milo replied, already weaving between two other wolves—who missed their attacked on the smaller, quicker, rust-colored wolf. Ash slammed his paws into the wolf he’d landed on, hearing the blissfully satisfying crunch of bones breaking under his strength. He huffed out his nose in satisfaction and leapt off to bound after Milo.

Tank, David’s voice said, much calmer than Asher. Let’s have some fun. Show these idiots not to mess with our family.

With. Pleasure, Tank replied, relish in their voice and a dark chuckle following.

Real wolves in the wild fought—hunted—better in packs. Technically, shifter wolves did too. But the Shaw pack had always taught its pups how to handle themselves on their own when the pack wasn’t there to help out.

Tank, in particular, had always been skilled at fighting multiple opponents alone. They still couldn’t beat David—but watching them hurl themselves at this little group of shifters and take on two at once made Asher believe that if he fought them again for the first time in years, he might break his streak of only losing to David.

Milo had taunted who Ash assumed was the lead wolf into letting go of Asher’s mate. So by the time Ash caught up after breaking the shoulder of the other wolf, he could just tear into the leader. It wouldn’t have been hard for the Shaw pack mental link to breach into the link of these others—the magical wall between was flimsy—but Asher didn’t want to speak to them. Didn’t want to hear their human voices plead for mercy.

He wanted to hear them whine like whelps for daring to hurt his mate. He wanted to teach them a lesson about messing with unempowered people. Especially those with powerful shifters standing right behind them.

In truth, he’d been heading down to his car the second his mate called him. Then they’d said “Trouble” and he’d known a car wouldn’t be fast enough to get to them. It was a dangerous notion to shift and run through the city. Less so this late at night when there were fewer people out and about, but Ash had left his collar on with its personalized name tag. So hopefully he’d just looked like a rather large house dog running through the city. He’d shared his location with Milo, David, and Tank with an “SOS, emergency—wolves. Now!” text and within seconds of shifting felt their minds light up the mental link. At which point he’d explained what was happening.

He’d chosen Tank and Milo on top of David because he trusted them, they were damn good fighters, and when his mate said there were four of them, he knew he’d need more than just David. Could he and David handle four wolves just the two of them? Yes. But not with Ash trying to protect his mate at the same time.

He snapped his jaws hard around the back of the leader’s neck, snarling and livid.

Ash— David’s warning went entirely ignored. His mate was bleeding heavily and still screaming. That would not stand. The wolf in Asher—that was no longer simply lurking in his chest, but had consumed his body—seethed with fury and undeterrable desire to protect, protect, protect.

That’s my mate, the wolf whispered, the words filling Asher’s brain completely as he attacked. Keep your filthy paws off them.

Ash, Milo tried to put in, slamming his smaller form into one of the other wolves. The one David had tackled. Tank was still holding their own just fine against the other two. Especially given Asher had crunched one’s shoulder. Asher ignored Milo’s warning, and everything else.

David, Milo, to me, Tank said.

Milo left the tag team and went and intercepted one of the other wolves. David knocked out the one he’d been fighting with a smashing headbutt before joining.

Trust me. Tank’s words were completely ignored by Ash. He wasn’t listening to the link at all.

He started paying more attention when Tank’s grey-and-tan wolf form slammed into him. Stand down, Asher! they shouted in his mind.

That’s my mate this bastard was biting!

I know! And every single one of us here knows the feeling of wanting to protect your mate at all costs. Even me.

He’s not worth your sympathy, Tanker, Ash snapped back.

He’s not—you are! they retorted. You’re my brother, Asher. You don’t deserve to have killing another shifter on your conscience forever.

That gave Asher pause. Tanker would have torn the throats out of all four wolves within moments if Sam was the one being threatened—though Sam’s being a vampire meant he probably wouldn’t have ended up in this specific situation in the first place—yet they were telling him to stand down. Because he wasn’t a killer.

Hypocritical, yes, but also... Tank knew him better than he’d realized. If Tank tore out the throats of these shifters for threatening Sam, it would weigh them down for the rest of their life. But if Asher did? Tank knew it would tear him apart. Forever.

He stood down. Still snarling, tail and ears high. Never submitting. But he stood down.

Tanker smacked their head into the leader’s skull, knocking him out.

The two wolves who’d been knocked out reverted to human form.

David and Milo quickly took out the other two.

Ash shifted back, ignoring the discomfort as the collar struck his collarbones hard, scrambling over to his mate. “Babe. Babe!” he pleaded, trying desperately to staunch the blood. “Milo!”

Milo rushed over, turning back into a human mid-stride. He knelt beside Asher. A string of swears tumbled out of his mouth with a thicker East Coast accent than usual. Distress. He took a deep breath. Asher barely heard him whisper, “Okay, Milo. Ya got this. No big deal,” under his breath. He brushed a lock of hair off his face and closed his eyes, putting a hand over the bite marks in Asher’s mate’s shoulder.

Asher felt the pulse of magic as Milo let out a grunt.

The wounds started to seal up. Barely.

Asher let out a choked sob. Tank awkwardly patted his shoulder. Normally, Milo would have done that sort of thing, but his hands were busy and covered in blood.

Tank pulled their phone out of the back pocket of the shorts they had on. Asher had doubled over his mate’s half-conscious body, hands clenching into fists in their shirt, sobbing, silently begging them to be okay.

Milo grunted again. Another small bit of progress on the wounds. His breathing got heavier. He cleared his throat.

“Hey,” Tank said softly. “Just help me put pressure on this one.” They knelt opposite Milo and rested their hands firmly over a large claw gash.

“I... I can’t heal that,” Milo said hesitantly. “I dunno how.”

“You don’t have to,” Tank replied.

Milo blinked slowly. Like a cat. “Whyyy?” he drawled, confused.

Tank just smiled.

Zip! “Darlin’, what’s—good Lord.”

The familiar Southern drawl of Sam met Asher’s ears. He looked up just enough to see the vampire kneeling down beside Tank. Sam looked between David, Milo, and Tank. “Heal them with me,” he said. “This is extensive. I don’t think I can do it all by myself.”

“I don’t know how,” Tank protested quietly.

“All ya gotta do is let your magic follow mine with the intent to help,” Sam explained. Gentle. Never condescending.

Asher sat up. “I’ll do it,” he said, voice thick with tears. He rubbed the scars on his chest from the Inversion. He’d been unconscious when David had helped Sam save his life. The least he could do was try to save his mate’s life now.

Sam looked like he was going to protest, but Tank shook their head. “Alright. Just... let your magic flow free, then.”

Asher nodded, sniffing and wiping tears off his face. David rested a hand on Asher’s shoulder reassuringly. “I’ll help,” he offered.

Ash shook his head. “I can do it. You three still need your magic to shift to get home.”

“And you don’t?”

“My mate’s car is right over there.” He pointed vaguely. Tank jumped to their feet and disappeared into the darkness.

Asher nodded once at Sam in determination.

“Alright. Just let it flow free,” Sam repeated.

Ash closed his eyes. He wasn’t used to letting his magic flow free. He’d never really bothered learning how to externalize it. Most shifters didn’t. Milo and his mom were really the only shifters in the pack who knew more magic than just shifting.

But for his mate, the love of his life, he would figure it out.

He peeked an eye open as the grass rustled to see Tank plopping back down, his mate’s keys and phone—screen cracked—in their hand. They’d hunted them down, apparently.

He closed his eyes again, feeling Sam’s magic begin to flood out of the vampire. Asher remembered Tank and David—separately—mentioning that Sam was a Freelancer who’d worked as a healer before being turned into a vampire. Made sense why he knew how to make healing magic so easy to externalize.

Okay Ash, you got this, he thought. He started untying his magic from where it was woven through his body.

—

I woke up in blistering pain—hearing Asher swear. I peeled my eyes open to see him sitting in the driver’s seat of my car. I was in the passenger seat, reclined all the way back. “I hate these potholes,” he muttered under his breath.

“Ash,” I said quietly.

“Baaabe!” he exclaimed—keeping his voice down. “Sorry, I tried to avoid a pothole but didn’t have the room so I hit it. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

I wanted to shrug, but my entire body was sore. “It’s fine,” I mumbled. “It’s not your fault, baby.” I groaned. “I feel like death reheated in a microwave.”

That made him laugh. It was half0hearted, but it was there. His lips quirked, but didn’t make it all the way to a smile. “So strong,” he whispered. He reached across the center console of my car with his right hand and brushed his fingertips clumsily down my face while trying to keep his eyes on the road. “You’ve always ben so strong, babe.”

“I try.”

His hand trailed down my face, falling to my shoulder, then down the length of my arm to hold my hand. “Go back to sleep, babe. You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

“M’kay.”

—

The next time I woke up, I was home. In bed. Ash curled around me. That familiar warmth—the scent of his clothes and shower gel—surrounding me. I could hear him breathing gently. His arms around me were shaking a little. “Ash.”

“Babe!” His voice was barely more than a whisper, and it cracked a little.

“You okay?’

“Yeah. Tired. Headache,” he replied.

“Headache?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Why do you have a headache?”

“This isn’t about me, right now, babe. You got attacked by four shifters and survived. This is about you.”

“Asher,” I warned, trying to sound stern but instead coming across as exhausted.

“I used a lot of magic and I was crying. Both of those things give me a headache. I’m fine. I promise.”

“Why did you use a lot of magic? How long did the fight last?”

“Like, two minutes, tops.”

“How did you use so much magic, then? You held wolf form on-and-off for hours during—” I cut myself off. During the Inversion. Ash got the implication.

“I know. This was... different.”

“How?”

“I helped Sam heal you.”

I rolled over in bed, ignoring the way my body ached in protest. “You did?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Awww. Thank you, baby.”

He reached out and touched a scar on my exposed shoulder. “You were hanging on by a thread. I couldn’t—” Tears welled up in his eyes, one falling to the pillow. “I couldn’t lose you.” He palmed the side of my head with his hand and let out a quiet sob. I let him bury my face into his chest, crushing me into a hug. He smelled good. Like home.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, Ash,” I said quietly. “Promise.”

He chuckled slightly. “I know.”

“Hey,” I said, pulling out of the hug just enough to meet those beautiful amber eyes of his. “Guess what?”

“I love you?”

“That too.”

“But what? What were you actually thinking?”

I pointed to the scars on my shoulder from the wolf bite. “We almost match now.” With the hand that had pointed, I set a fingertip on the scars on his chest from the Inversion. He shuddered a little. I hoped it was just from the tickle rather than bad memories resurfacing.

He started crying harder, holding me tight. “I’m so sorry, babe.”

“Ash. None of this was your fault. It was those shifters’ fault. You got to me as soon as you could and I love you for it.”

He kept crying. “Why are you the one trying to console me? I should be consoling you.”

“Because I love you, Asher. And I’d rather see your smile.

He squeezed me tighter. “We’re okay. We’re both okay.” He sounded more like he was trying to reassure himself than me.

“You didn’t take any hits, did you?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“Asher.”

“No, babe. A couple scrapes and a few bruises. I’m fine. I’ll heal like normal in a couple days. I doubt that my scrapes will even scar. I’m fine. I’m just so damn grateful that you’re alive and okay.” He buried his nose in my hair. “I love you, babe.”

“Love you too, puppy.”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m sore as hell and can barely keep my eyes open, but otherwise I think I’m okay.”

He nodded into the top of my head. “Is there anything I can do for you? Whatever you need.”

“Just... keep holding me.”

“I can do that.”

“What happened to those other shifters?”

“Taken into custody by the Department. After I texted Tank, Milo, and David that I needed a hand, Milo told his mate what was up and they weren’t far behind. We knocked the wolves out and Milo’s mate took them in.”

“I’m guessing Tank called Sam, then?”

“Texted, but yeah. Mi... Milo tried to heal you, but he was struggling. So Tank reached out to Sam.”

“Is Milo okay?”

“He’s fine.”

“You said you helped Sam heal me. How did you do that?”

“Let my magic follow his. Pushed out as much of it as I could. Sam used to be a healer, before he was turned. He knows more healing magic than anyone else in the pack. Even Milo’s mom. I mean, he was formally trained, so I’m not surprised.”

“And you helped him?”

“Yeah.”

“Proud of you, baby.”

Ash shrugged. “David did the same thing for me at the stadium. I had to try to save you.”

Sam had told me about that while we were on that month-long vacation up north on the lake. On the night we’d had our dressy dinner, Tank and Sam had ended up sitting next to me and Ash. Ash had been too busy wisecracking to Milo about something to hear Sam softly tell me about David helping him heal Ash. Told me that David’s magic knew Asher’s.

The fact that I didn’t have magic for Asher’s to know and react to made me all the prouder of him. For even being brace and determined enough to just try.

“Thank you, baby.” I nuzzled into his chest, inhaling his scent. I didn’t need to be a shifter with acute senses to know the way he smelled. To smell him and not think of anything but home. “I love you, Asher. And I’m grateful every day that you’re in my life.”

“I love you too, babe.”

“Tired?”

“Exhausted.”

“Me too.” I put one arm around him and squeezed. “Let’s sleep, puppy.”

He held me tighter. “Yeah. Everything else can wait until tomorrow.”

“Mmhmm. Can’t wait to hear how badass you were taking on four shifters all at once.”

“It was four-on-four. It was a fair fight.”

“Ssshhh. It’s more fun this way.”

Asher chuckled. “Whatever you say, babe.”

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Asher #Redacted Babe #Asher #Babe #featuring #David #Milo #Darlin'#Sam #Starlit Fic

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streetsofdublin · 5 months

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WOLFE TONE PARK ALSO DUBLINBIKES DOCKING STATION 40 [REF-225884-1]

PHOTOGRAPHED 11 DECEMBER 2023 When I was photographing this area someone asked me for directions to Jervis Street railway station … I assumed that they were looking for the nearby tram stop. I think that the official name is Wolfe Tone Park but it’s more commonly referred to as Wolfe Tone Square. It’s a public space bounded by Mary Street to the north, Jervis Street to the east, and Wolfe Tone…

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#12 Pro Max #Apple #Docking Station 40 #DublinBikes #Fotonique #Infomatique #Iphone #Ireland #Jervis Street #Mary street #William Murphy #wolfe tone park #wolfe tone square #wolfe tone street

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skelingtonsderek · 8 months

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Saw a meme that asked people to share first and last lines from their last five completed fics and I wanna do it but I'm just going to do the five completed with the highest word count instead because I like the results better.

Rinse Cycle- Teen Wolf - Stiles Stilinski / Chris Argent

First: Saint Louis is home to a myriad of things: City Museum, the River Front, Forest Park, The Arch, high crime rates, low minimum wages, right to work laws, and the award for 7th place in worst driver’s in the U.S. The city is bisected by a loping road that truncates streets and is the bane in the existence of every county kid who’s come into the city to crawl themselves into oblivion from bar to bar.

Last: Maybe he’s not there yet but he’ll get there, he knows. He has faith. If not in himself than in the man his family and friends see when they look at him. He’ll get there.

We Have Worn Out the Meaning of Our Clothes - Teen Wolf - Stiles Stilinski / Chris Argent

First: Some days it’s like it just happened all over again Last: Chris kisses the smooth skin in front of his face and closes his eyes. He should make waffles in the morning. Allison and Stiles love waffles.

Remembrance. - Justified - Boyd Crowder / Raylan Givens

First: He’s got black hair that sticks up everywhere and looks like it's trying to run away from his forehead. Last: “Oh, you know me, Boyd,” Raylan responds, smile breaking out all lopsided and goofy and brighter than the sun above on his face. “I don’t play well with others.”

The Killing Type - Teen Wolf - Stiles Stilinski / Chris Argent ; Stiles Stilinski / Derek Hale First: ”You're killing me!" Scott shouts over the phone. Last: “Happy anniversary, Stiles.”

When You Are No Longer Useful - Teen Wolf - Stiles Stilinski / Chris Argent ; Allison Argent / Scott McCall ; Allison Argent & Stiles Stilinski First: [June] With a flash and a tone, the doorbell goes off. Last: Both of them better come back in one piece or he’ll turn the Virgin Islands into the next lost city of Atlantis single handedly.

#fanfic writing memes #teen wolf fanfiction #justified fx #boyd crowder #raylan givens #stiles stilinski #chris argent #realized I never talk about my fic on here like at all #kinda seems weird since I made the both accounts specifically for it #so like here we go but also never done this before!#justified fanfic

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vckuzx · 2 years

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⛧ | A Dog’s Bond // @vcseojoon

Inconspicuous wasn’t really his tone. He could have gone for an unmarked car that belonged to the precinct, or ‘borrowed’ a vehicle from somewhere else to not seem so brazen. And yet here he was, barreling up the slick tar of the city streets towards the other’s shop. Dipped low in the seat of his smokey grey, Boss Hoss Cycle, licked with flames, Kakuzo pulled into the parking lot, coming to a rumbling stop in one of the parking spaces directly in front of the door.

He’d always gotten a weird energy from here, as if the reminisce of something thick and slimy still coated the air, connected to the Alpha a strange way. Kicking the the stand down the bike tilted just slightly ajar on its side, the crunch of his boots turning as he lifted himself off it. The wolf shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather pants, strutting inside and straight past the lovely woman that sat at the desk. He gave her reaction a knowing grin, shooting her a wink before knocking slightly on the office door, then making his way inside without further invitation.

“Good afternoon Mr. Alpha Sir.” Kakuzo teased him, settling into one of the chairs across from where he’d sat at his desk, kicking his feet up comfortably. “Saw your little, oopsie in on my desk this morning,” he began, “I know the leak is bullshit Joon.”

“At least, that’s what I’m going to tell Soh and Inspector Park.”

#kakuzo; threads #i put his outfit in the star because i want him to be wearing the whole thing #so i couldn't like yah know do vinci's cool thing with the words

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metal-kiddo · 10 hours

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Basics:

Name: Neo/Chaos

Pronouns: it/its, thing/things

Age: 19

Little age: 5-8

Petre type: Raccoon, puppy

Extra: Autistic, BPD, fictionkin, therian, otherkin, tone tags are greatly appreciated!

Kinlist:

�� Wolf

• Bat

• Snow leopard

• Raccoon

• Pitbull

• Brown banded bamboo shark

• Siren

• Church grim/graveyard hound

• Sea monster

• Alien

• Riku -Kingdom Hearts

• Roxas -Kingdom Hearts

• Kairi -Kingdom Hearts

• Red Son -Lego Monkie Kid

• Macaque -Lego Monkie Kid

• Link -Botw and Totk

• Sonic -STH

• Shadow -STH

• Aerith -FF7 Remake and Rebirth

• Cloud Strife -FF7 Remake and Rebirth

• Glamrock Bonnie -FNAF: Security Breach and Ruin dlc

• Citizen of Main Street -disney parks (not 100% confirmed yet)

• Hiro Hamada -Big Hero 6 (not 100% confirmed yet)

Questioning:

• Vampire

• Old nature god

• Some other type of creature

• Another disney kin

• Some type of conceptkin

• Some type of placekin?? (Could be conceptkin though)

DNI:

• Basic dni (homophobic, transphobic, etc.)

• Endo and non-traumagenic “systems”

• Anti-kin

• Anti-furry

• Anti-therian

• Anti-neos or xenos

• Ageplay, petplay, ddlg, ddlb, etc. (*any nsfw interaction will not be tolerated!!*)

• KFF (kin for fun), this is not a roleplay account, you will be blocked

Blacklist:

• Hazbin hotel

• South Park

• Jjk

• One piece

• Bnha

• Homestuck

• Saw

• Dragon Ball

What requests can I do?:

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Extra:

• I will be using this blog as both an alterhuman/kin blog and a regression blog!!

• Tone tags are greatly appreciated

• Please ask if your not sure if I’ll fulfill a request for a certain source/media

• I have the right to deny a request for whatever reason

• Always feel free to check up on a request you sent in, however you will be blocked if you spam my inbox

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# :Moodboard. . .

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cassandrajoybellbittner · 4 months

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*Warning Adult Content*

WHEN TO TELL HIM - Chapter 5

When I got the text from Adyen that he was free on Saturday, I became excited.

The first thing I did was call Alpha Georgiou and talk to him.

If I was bringing Adyen over, the other wolves had to behave themselves, they did that on their own when a human entered the shop but the complexes of Adyen's existence and not knowing what he was made him a special case I had to report.

"When are you going to talk to him about werewolves?" Georgiou asked me through the phone after agreeing to give everyone at the joint a heads up for Saturday.

I had looked out the window for a bit, not knowing what to say.

I hadn't spoken face to face with Adyen since Wednesday but we'd exchanged some texts and he smiled at me from across the room today in our math lecture.

"When the time's right?" I said, not sure of myself.

Georgiou sighed from the other end and I heard music briefly before the sound of a door creaking close replaced it.

"If you're waiting for the right time, you'll be stuck waiting forever," he said in the background noise of buttons being pressed.

I guessed he was in the kitchen.

I bit my lip, flipping through the notes I had in front of me.

He was right, I didn't have anything to say back.

Honon, a mid-ranking wolf from my pack back in Alberta had left for Toronto years ago.

He had a human wife now and they had a kid together and the lady still didn't know.

If we worked out and maybe started dating, I would tell Adyen with time.

I didn't want to keep Adyen in the dark like that.

"I'll find a way to tell him," I said, listening as Georgiou sighed in response.

"Make sure of it," he said before changing the conversation to the changes to the joint's menu.

We spoke about other things after that... his wife and kid and the boat they'd bought for Kayaking.

He also made mention of the troublesome new rogue pack that was skirting the lines of his territory.

Most of Toronto downtown was claimed and the only way to get a spot was to buy and run a joint but this pack just hung around where they cool and broke into empty buildings at night.

"A bunch of hooligans. I don't think they'll stay together long," he expressed, still going on about the pack of older teens.

Most of them were runaways that now lived on the street.

I agreed with what Alpha Georgiou said.

Packs with just young people fell apart quickly.

Many of them went back home,and some of them just decided to move.

"They've stopped at the restaurant once or twice. I don't like their Alpha," Georgiou went on from the other end.

I frowned a bit, wondering why they had Georgiou so worked up.

He wasn't one to talk about a particular thing for too long but the pack seemed to really grind his gears.

Maybe they were pickpockets or tried to steal something from him once?

Wouldn't surprise me, Motorcycles and bikes went missing a lot.

"They tried to break a couple of bike locks at the parking..."

'Guessed it.' I thought, trying to listen to the rest of what Geirogiou was saying but I couldn't.

His voice was starting to get drowned out by the rowdiness of the back kitchen he was calling me from.

There was some yelling and then a string of sentences from Georgiou.

"I have to go," he sounded sad about it.

"I can't wait to see this Adyen person on Saturday," he said, his tone picking up some excitement.

I told him goodbye and he hung up right after, leaving me with my thoughts.

I rest my head on my desk, closing my eyes as a sigh left my lips.

The metal desk was cool on my skin.

My eyelids flickered a bit, disturbed by the rays of sunlight coming through the window.

It was a lot less bright now at least, the sun had receded a bit since the clock hit five in the evening.

It was a Thursday.

I still had Friday before Adyen and I got to hang out.

We had English together tomorrow, though and I hoped that he would sit next to me like last time... except this time I wouldn't be a creep and we would get along.

I chuckled, my lips twitching into a smile at the memory.

We had started out rough but had somehow ironed things out.

At the sound of something falling down, my head shot up and I listened for anything weird after that.

There was a thumping sound like bodies were falling and then some laughing.

It seemed like my roommates were doing K.O. Style making out in the living room.

Wouldn't put it past them.

The walls were paper-thin, so I could hear their back and forth.

Well, that's what I got for sharing a three-room apartment for four hundred dollars a month in downtown Toronto.

"Guys, keep it down," I said, heading for my door.

I opened it to find Augustine and Jasper wrestling with each other in an attempt to pin the other down.

The two turned towards me when I closed my bedroom door behind me.

They stared up at me with shocked looks on their faces, frozen in their pose.

Augustine took the incentive by getting off Jasper.

The boy beneath him snapped out of his trance too, sitting up and covering his face.

A small chuckle escaped my lips.

The blush on their faces was hilarious, I couldn't help myself.

Augustine and Jasper were werewolves Honon has linked me up with when I messaged him for advice in regards to living in Toronto.

Honon used to be a student at my university and I had been surprised when he had responded.

We weren't that close... mostly because it felt weird befriending the man that had left his mate for a human girl.

Also, his mate was the man I'd been pining for since I was twelve years old.

Yeah, it made things very awkward.

"Sorry, we didn't know you were back," Augustine said, running a hand through his blond hair.

He was a kid of British werewolf immigrants, while Jasper, the lanky redhead in a white hoodie, was Canadian born and raised.

They were mates and had been to high school together.

"You can have the house to yourselves on Saturday, I won't be here," I said, watching the two who were now sitting on the cheap carpet give me confused looks.

"Got a date or something?" Jasper asked, scooting towards the couch until his back was pressed up against it.

I nodded.

"Yup."

I turned away, deciding to go grab something to eat from the kitchenette that shared the same space as the living room.

They were separated by the contrast in floor style.

Grey carpet for the living room and black tiles for the kitchenette.

The living room wasn't large, but it was able to fit in a long couch, as well as a television stand that held the TV and Jaspers' game counsels.

Jasper liked video games, had almost lost it when Augustine and I had suggested that we shouldn't get a television when moving in.

"First that Ahote dude and now a human. What about your mate? I hope they're experimenting as much as you are... ouch," Jasper let a groan, rubbing the area of his shoulder Augustine had just delivered a blow to.

He glared at his boyfriend but Augustine wasn't even looking at him.

"Sorry," he apologized on Jaspers' behalf and I just chuckled.

It wasn't serious. No hard feelings.

Jasper was working off a lot of assumptions.

I guess I understood why he thought it was a human.

No one aside from Alpha Georgiou knew about Adyen yet.

I hadn't even told my mother but I didn't think she worried about that too much.

I would tell her when I had figured things out with Adyen.

There was no need to give her hope that I had moved on if I wasn't sure things were going to work out.

Mate bonds were suggestions not do all end all.

I managed to make myself a sandwich before heading back to my room.

After dropping the plate on my desk, I picked up my phone to look through my notifications.

THURS, 5:35 PM.

ADYEN. Hey, how's the first draft for your Creative Writing story going?

'Ah, Adyen.' Thinking about him put a smile on my face.

THURS, 5:56 PM

LEN. I haven't even started.

I hadn't even started.

It was supposed to be three thousand words at most and nine hundred words at least.

How hard was it to string together a dumb story?

THURS, 5:57 PM.

ADYEN. Dude, they're due on Monday.

Adyen replied fast.

He must be close to his phone.

THURS, 5:58 PM.

LEN. I'll work on it tonight and on the weekend?

THURS, 5:59 PM.

ADYEN. Unbelievable.

I chuckled to myself, pulling out my desk's chair before opening up a word document.

I had forgotten we even had an assignment.

As I stared at the blank page wondering what I could write, it hit me.

I could write about werewolves and just have Adyen do the reading in class when we exchanged drafts during a workshop.

That way I could tell him about werewolves without having to go through the logistics of our existence.

My fingers started typing up a beginning.

It was easy to write since I didn't have to come up with anything, just pour out what I knew.

As crazy as this idea was, I hoped it worked.

'It's a start,' I thought, doing a bit about recessives and what that meant.

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