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All things be damned

Pairing: Soft!dark Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: You were just trying to escape your past, and Ari was trying to chase his future.

Warnings: Soft!Dark Ari, Swearing, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: I had been away this weekend. I hope you’ll like this update! And omg almost 6k chapter?? While likes are well appreciated, kindly also support your content creators by reblogging and/or leaving comments.

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Chapter Five

She was smiling widely, waiting patiently for her father to come home. In her hand was the acceptance letter to the Medical school she applied to. This was her dream. And she couldn’t believe it was almost within her grasp. She heard her father’s footsteps. She stood up just as he opened the door. He glanced at her before dismissing his secretary. “Why are you still up, princess?”

She handed her the letter, smiling from ear to ear as she waited for him to finish reading. But then, he frowned. Her father frowned before looking up at her as if in disappointment.

“Why did you apply?”

“I-I want to become a doctor, father-“

“My princess,” he sighed before rubbing his hand in between his brows, “You’re going to get married next year. You don’t expect your husband to tolerate you studying for years and still be able to perform your duties, do you? Your dream should be to become a good wife. And you will be. Once you marry him, our business will be stronger than ever.”

She could feel her eyes burn from unshed tears, “B-but father, I want to become a doctor-“

“Enough! You will do as your told. Like always,” his hold on her shoulder tightened. “Understood, princess?”

And only when she nodded did he let her go. It was clearer more than ever, her life was never her own, it never was, it never would be. And if she married him, she will just exchange one jailor to the next. She knew what she needed to do. She knew she needed to own her life. And with that, a plan was formed.

“And he had the audacity to eat the last piece of the pie you gave me! I mean, who does that? Does he even love me and our child? I swear I am going to leave his ass,” she growled angrily as she shoved the cake you had her taste for Molly’s wedding. She was sitting on the stool in front of the counter. The morning rush had died down, and now you could focused on thinking of ways to improve Molly’s wedding cake. Thankfully, Jess was there to happily taste test everything.

Jess looked weirdly at you. She had been talking for the past thirty minutes about the stupid argument Isaac and she had last night. But when she finally stopped to talk, you were staring off at the distance. Jess snapped her fingers in front of your face repeatedly before you snapped out of whatever you were thinking of.

You blinked owlishly, your eyes finally focusing on her. You looked like you had just been caught daydreaming about something, or someone, you shouldn’t be thinking of.

“Hmm?”

She glared playfully at you, “You weren’t even listening!”

“I was!”

“You weren’t!”

“I was-“

“Fine, what did I last say, darling?”

You blinked slowly, before answering her, “Darling.”

Jess stared straight at you for five seconds before the two of your bursted out laughing. In a form of apology, you made her taste another cake your baked.

“Come on, you aren’t going to leave Isaac. For God’s sake, you just celebrated your wedding anniversary last night. And the two of you are annoyingly sweet.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask, did you enjoy?” She asked innocently as she smiled at you before rubbing her belly gently.

You could feel your face warming up as you thought of last night….and the intense way Ari had owned your lips. Your hand were almost up to your lips when you stopped yourself and looked at Jess with guilt in your eyes. The fork she was holding was suspended on her mouth, her face morphing into a teasing ones.

“No, you didn’t,” she finally said, her eyes wide. She couldn’t stopped her mouth from forming a grin. “You bitch! You kissed Ari!”

“No I didn’t!”

“You did!”

“I really didn’t!” You denied, your voice increasing its tempo, your tell sign when lying. God, why couldn’t you just be a good liar?

“I am 110% sure you did,” she retorted back flatly.

“I didn’t.”

The way Jess looked at you with her eyes blinking owlishly at you as if she was a parent waiting patiently for you to tell the truth.

“Fine. I did,” you finally admitted as you covered your face with your arms. God, you really did kiss him. And it was good. But you knew it was a bad thing.

Jess shrieked, her face reddened as she cheered. “I knew it! You two were gone for awhile. I was so bored that I noticed. How was it? I had always thought he was a good kisser. Am I right? Did it blow your mind? What happened after? Did the two of you talk?”

Slowly, Ari let go of your lips, his breathing was deep as if he was trying his best to breathe again. He looked down at you lips before slowly dragging his eyes with apparent difficulty to your lips. He looked, for the lack of better word, torn. He regarded you for a moment, his brows pinched together. You swallowed as you distanced yourself from his body. But the waves kept pushing you to him, and still, he let go of his hold on your back.

“This was a mistake,” he finally said, his baritone voice hard and firm. The wet strands of his hair were dripping on his broad shoulders, the one you held mere seconds before he declared that what transpired between the two of you was nothing but a mistake. You watched Ari swam to the shore before you could even processed what he was saying. He was walking away from you when you closed the distance between the two of you.

“What do you mean?” You asked. He was the one who kissed you first, for heaven’s sake! And now he couldn’t even looked in your eyes.

He scoffed as he picked up his shirt from the ground before facing you, “You don’t know what ‘mistake’ means? Google it, sweetheart.”

“Bitch, I can’t!” You knelt down on the sand and fished your phone from your purse and showed it to him.

He looked at you phone with disbelief in his face before looking at you, “Who the fuck still has a Nokia 3310 in this year?!” He looked up, the veins in his thick neck protruding. He squeezed his eyes shut before looking at you with conviction in his eyes.

“That can’t happen again,” he ordered like the king that he was, his finger pointing at you.

“You kissed me first! And don’t worry. It wasn’t even a good kiss!”

You crinkled your nose from the memory of last night. Ari gave your heart a whiplash from how fast he changed his mind. And maybe it was a good thing he did, at least that was what you told yourself.

Jess must have noticed the change in your expression. “That bad, huh?”

“The kiss was….breathtaking. I don’t think I have ever been kissed by someone like that.”

“Then what’s wrong? Did he have a bad breath or something?” She tried to lighten the mood as she reached for your hand across the counter. You let out a chuckle, thankful that you at least found someone real in your escape. It was heartbreaking, however, that you would soon leave.

It was for the best.

“He said it was a mistake,” you shared as if it meant nothing to you before shrugging and proceeding on tidying the counter. You looked over your shoulder to see her brows pinched together and a confused look on her face. You softened your face, flashing her your small smile, “It’s okay. I’m over it. He’s right.” More than you could ever admit.

You would think it was almost hilarious how hard Ari tried to avoid you the following days. He changed directions so quickly when he saw you once when he was out running. He ceased from stopping by your store. He did everything to be physically away from you.

Oh, how the tables have turned. You eyed him from across the plaza as he strolled in with Molly. He looked….tired. He still excluded the same power and dominance he always had, but his face looked exhausted. You were sitting in Jess and Isaac’s booth, helping them out. It was Sunday, and that meant your rest day. Molly lightened up when she saw you. For an old lady, she sure power walked to you so fast and dragged Ari along.

“Hi Molly!” You greeted her, not sparing Ari a glance. You could feel his eyes on you, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence. “Your wedding is approaching! Are you excited?”

She smiled warmly at you, her arm secured on Ari’s muscular one. “I am very much excited to spend the rest of my days with someone who loves me just as much as I love him.”

Jess teared up, “I am so happy for you, Molly!” She wrapped her arms around Molly, slightly pushing Ari away. “This is the kind of happiness I am praying for everyday for Y/N,” Jess began. “I am certain someone out there is looking for you, one that will cherish you and adore you and never let you go. Unlike someone,” she whispered the last part and pointedly looked at Ari. With his jaw clenched, he bid goodbye to Molly before walking away without a word.

Molly watched his retreating form with confusion before turning to you. “Did something happen?”

You shook your head just as Jess said, “Ari just didn’t know what he needed.”

Molly looked at you a little too close, as if reading you with her eyes full of wisdom. “That boy messed up, didn’t he?” She deduced while nodding her head as if she was certain.

“He messed up real baaaad,” Jess said while rolling her eyes.

Molly smiled at you with sympathy, the side of her eyes wrinkling as she did so. “That boy is complexed. He has the purest heart you will ever encounter.”

“But boy has the dumbest of ass,” Jess continued, shrugging her shoulders as she faced you.

The elder woman nodded her head slowly, completely agreeing as she watched the man she considered her own son walked away while it was raining, “Yes. He’s quite the dumb one when it comes to the matters of the heart. He needs all the help he can get.”

You were running on your usual path, enjoying the peace and quite. God you would missed this place. You sighed as you took it all in. You were about to cross the path when a loud sound of horn resounded over the silence of the town that the birds flew from the trees. With your hand clutching your heart, you turned your head to glare at the rude driver. Who the hell drove that fast around here? No one! You watched a woman stepped out of the shiny car. Her heels making her walked tall, with her head held high as if you were beneath her. Her manicured nails in contrast with her skin. Her eyes regarded you from head to toe, with her eyebrow lifted. As if she could intimidate you.

“Next time, watch where you’re going,” she said in her haughty voice.

You chuckled humorlessly before facing her completely, your face now devoid of any emotion. “Next time, don’t drive like a lunatic.”

“I know your type. You people are just out there trying to get ‘hit’ by a car so you can milk money from people!” She shouted at you. Her high-pitched voice making you almost faint from annoyance.

“Huh,” you nodded your head before you took her in. From her shoes, to her clothes, to her jewelries, and her purse that she was clutching in her hand. Now it was your turn. “Honey, if I was going to scam anyone, I would do it to someone who’s not wearing a second-grade Chanel and a Christian Louboutin shoes that’s one size larger than her actual size.” You delivered it so coldly, like how your mother taught you. Once you were satisfied that you hit her where it hurt, you smirked at her before walking away from her with your head held high like the true elite that you were.

“And oh,” you stopped once you were near her, “those earrings don’t go well with that necklace…and well, that face as well.”

“Ugh,” Jess gagged when she spotted who entered the local restaurant you were currently in. “I thought I was past my morning sickness. She makes me want to vomit.”

Isaac reprimanded his wife gently as he rubbed her back, telling her quietly to behave.

To be honest, you weren’t paying attention to what they were talking about as your mind was wrapped around the things you needed to do before you leave for good. This was a routine for you, it had been like this for almost two years now. You had memorized what to do. Despite that, it didn’t make it any less difficult. You sighed as you remembered you needed to go out of town the next day to meet him.

“I don’t understand why she thinks she’s someone to Ari,” Jess continued as she rolled her eyes. “She’s been pining for him for years. Girl, take a hint.” She muttered under her breath. You looked up to see Ari confidently walked in with the girl who almost ran you over. You scoffed under your breath when you saw with your own eyes how her eyes sparkled whenever she looked at him. You now understood Jess’ aversion to her.

Ari almost stopped from walking when he met your eyes. He had not seen you for almost a week. He observed you deeply, noting the dark bags under your eyes. You were exhausted as he was. He wanted nothing more than to ask you why, but he made it clear that you were a mistake. Despite that, he couldn’t find it in himself to regret the kiss. He found himself always thinking about it, always reminiscing the way you innocently placed your little hands on his shoulders, the way you smiled as he kissed you…the way you were.

He snapped out of it when his secretary tugged at his sleeves to get his attention. He didn’t know why, but he immediately glanced at you to see how you would react. Your lack of reaction didn’t sit well with him.

“Ari!” Isaac politely greeted him despite Jess’ kicking him from under the table. “Wanna sit with us?”

You were certain he was going to decline, but the way he confidently slid himself next to you, effectively trapping you against the wall surprised you and Jess.

‘What?’ Jess mouthed at you when Ari was not looking. You only shrugged before trying to move away from him. You found out, however, that you could not.

“Won’t you rather sit somewhere else so we can efficiently go over the documents, Mr. Levinson?” His secretary asked. She was trying so hard to smile that it turned out to be a grimace. She was throwing daggers at you with the way Ari was sitting so close to you. If she wanted Ari so much, then she should do something about it. Not antagonize you.

Ari replied nonchalantly, “It’s okay. We’ll go over it quickly after we ate.”

You couldn’t help but noticed Ari’s muscular body taking most of the space, invading your senses, his manly scent, his warm skin, his muscular thigh beside yours. You were so aware of him, and yet you wouldn’t looked him in the eye. You started eating once it was served, listening politely to their conversations but keeping to yourself. If you were surprised that you found a slice of Ari’s food on the side of your plate, you gave no indication. Nor did you eat it. There were more things to focus on than his messed up mind. Once you were through, you turned to your friends to bid them goodbye before turning to Ari, expecting him to move out of the booth to give way to you. Only that he didn’t. Only that it forced you to look him in the eye.

You forced yourself to smile politely at him, “Do you mind?”

He leaned down at you, before whispering, “I do, actually.”

By now Jess, Isaac, and his secretary all stopped eating to look at the two of you.

You raised your brows at him, “What do you want me to do then?”

“I want you to stay out of my way.”

“Then move so I can leave,”

He shook his head slowly, as if he came into a realization that even he could not understand. “That’s the dilemma, sweetheart. I realized I don’t want you far,” he admitted with a hard voice.

Your brows furrowed at his admission. You didn’t have time for his confusion. “It seems like it’s your problem, not mine-“

“So until I know what I must do-“

You placed your index finger on his plump lips, effectively stopping him from saying something that would annoyed you….or confused you more than you already were. “Shhh. You have the right to remain silent because whatever you say will probably be stupid, anyway.”

Ari’s breath hitched when you touched his lips, his eyes following your finger on his lips. You thought you knew what he was thinking of by the way his eyes darkened that you pinched his side to make him move out of the booth.

His secretary was glaring at you as you got out of the booth, her lean leg extended to trip you. You rolled your eyes at her, oldest trick of the book, and proceeded on stepping on her little toe. You smiled as you heard her pained shrieked as you walked away.

You caught the early bus. It was barely five am when you left. The scenery out of town was quiet and peaceful, the trees blurring after the other until they all melted away and the city became apparent. A three-hour ride was not that bad, you’ve had worse.

You scanned the bus station filled with people walking left to right. You looked down at your watch, and you were just in time. You walked slowly, blending in with the people as you looked around the place. You probably circled the station for ten minutes before you caught sight of the tall, brunette man. His eyes hidden by the sunshades he was wearing. With great ease, he located your position and then he smiled so bright as his long legs carried him to you. You squinted your eyes at his handsome face.

“You’re late,” you berated him before pushing your index finger playfully against his chest. “Again, Bucky.”

He chuckled before enveloping you in his muscular arms.

You sat in front of him, watching him wolf down the food he ordered. You ate slowly, a first time since forever.

“So princess,” he began as he wiped his mouth with napkin, “everything is in order. I have arranged the place. You’ll be staying there for short period of time since you insisted on staying longer in your current town. We cannot be sloppy, princess.” He stated with all seriousness and professionalism.

You only nodded. Bucky was the one who helped you escaped. He had been working for your family as security ever since you were young that you practically grew up with him. You came to him one night, your face devoid as you told him your plan. He didn’t ask you why, didn’t try to change your mind. He only asked how he could helped. And with that, your windy plan became more solid. The money you had in your account was slowly withdrawn, the jewelries you had was slowly pawned to faraway towns. Bucky arranged for your new identity, your escape, the places you would be living in. He was the only link you had to your past.

The only thing he asked of you was that you kept contact with him. And well, that you put him as your younger sister’s main security. You thought you saw something with the way Bucky looked at her, and your gut told you she would be the safest when she was with him.

Bucky insisted on walking you to the bus station, but you refused. Three hours away from town was still near enough for you.

Bucky looked at you intently, his hands resting on your shoulders as he leaned down to look closer in your eyes. “Everything’s going to be okay soon, princess. He will change his mind once he gets tired of looking for you. Hell, he’ll probably marry somebody else soon. And then, you can finally go home.”

You smiled sadly at him, all he said were false promises in your ears. There was no way you could go home. There was no way your father would accept you again. There was no way he would forget the promise your grandfather made to his. Without anything left to say, you closed the distance between the two of you and buried your face in his chest. You needed the comfort. Your heart hurt. You had been alone for too long. You missed your sister. You missed you. You missed not running. Sometimes you thought it would be easier if you just conformed to what they wanted. But you knew, that was not living. Yet somehow, this wasn’t living as well.

Bucky’s strong arms surrounded you, offering you comfort. But your thoughts kept on flying to someone else’s arms, the one you so clearly craved but could never have. Not in this lifetime.

Unbeknownst to you, Ari’s car was parked on the other side of the road, his eyes trained on you…and the man you were hugging.

He was out for business, a meeting he needed to personally go to. He thought this was the last place he’d see you, but lo and behold, there you were- in someone else’s arms. And he didn’t like the dark feeling he was having. It was like the fate was playing a cruel trick on him just when he decided that he wasn’t the one for you. Because if he wasn’t the one for you, why then did he feel murderous over seeing someone touching you? Why then did it feel wrong seeing you with someone?

You were looking down at your ticket as you neared your designated bus. The dress you were wearing was swaying dreamily as you walked. You had bid Bucky goodbye an hour ago. His reluctance to not see you get on the bus was tampered over the security report that you sister, ever the mischievous one, went out with her college friends..and a guy who had been courting her. You were pretty sure that it was the mention of a male in her presence that made him clenched his jaw so hard and agreed on not seeing you off. Bucky walked to his car with a purpose of a man hellbent on making sure that your sister was safe…or more so that she was not with another male.

Just as when you stepped on bus, a strong hand enveloped your arm. And you thought for a second that this was it, that they found you, that your life would be over as you knew it. And then a small part of you thought how you didn’t even get to say goodbye to Molly, to Isaac and Jess…to him.

But when you turned around, there he was.

“Ari?”

He didn’t pay you any attention, and instead dragged you as calm as he could out of the bus. You absentmindedly followed him until you snapped out of your stupor. You tried to wretch your arm away from him, but he didn’t even budge, as if you weren’t trying your best to escape his hold on you.

With great gentleness, or as gentle as he could when pushing you inside his car that you didn’t notice was park few feet away from the station, he slammed the door shut. You didn’t even get to open the door and get out when he entered his fancy ass truck and hit the lock.

You sighed, closed your eyes, prayed, before calmly asking him, “What the fuck, Ari?!”

Ari’s truck was spacious, but the way he was built, the way he was so large made him take more space that you could breathe him in, could almost touch him. He expertly maneuvered the truck to the lane without even sparing you a glance.

It was twenty minutes to the drive when you could not take it anymore, that was just how long you could keep your silence.

“Ari,” you began calmly. You had been looking at him from the corner of your eyes and you noticed that he was on edge. If the way he clenched his jaw, the way he gripped the steering wheel were any indication of what he felt. “I am saying this with good intention, what is wrong with you?”

Still, he didn’t answer.

“What are you doing out of town?”

He smiled sardonically before glancing at you with his darkened eyes,”I could ask you the same thing, darling.”

“I met with a friend-“

“Friend? You hugged all your friends like that?”

You frowned at him. He saw that? “I don’t-“

“Oh, so he’s special, is that it?” He snapped back coldly. “You’re not allowed to touch another man, sweetheart, but me.”

You and Ari had been bickering ever since the two of you met. But this was not it. This was confrontation. This was something you had never seen from Ari. You smiled cheekily at him once you pierced it all together.

“Are you-are you jealous?” You asked him with a laugh in your voice. He didn’t answer. When you wouldn’t stopped looking at him, he cleared his throat as if he was finding everything awkward. You leaned down on your seat, your face angled on the road. Still, you could not forget that he called you a mistake.

“You’re jealous,” you stated once again.

“Yes. And what about it?”

“You have no right to be jealous,” you replied, your fist clenching as you remembered how he pushed you away. You were not a toy to be played with. “You told me it was a mistake. You have no right to act like a slighted boyfriend.”

He licked his lips, before looking at you. “I don’t like it when others touch you.”

Your lips parted from his statement. For the first time, Ari rendered you speechless.

“From now on, no one else will touch you but me.”

You didn’t need this. You didn’t need him making you feel things that would make it more difficult to leave. You didn’t need attachments. You sure as hell didn’t need him making you confused. You didn’t need him to make you feel things you didn’t want to feel, only for him to turn around and change his mind.

“Stop the car,” you ordered forcefully. “Stop the car or I swear to God I will open the door even if you don’t stop.”

Ari must have seen the determined look on your face because he did stop. It wasn’t even a second before you were out of the car and stomping your feet away from the car. You couldn’t be in his atmosphere, not when your own world was spinning out of control. You were thanking the heavens that only few were passing this almost deserted area, else they would have witnessed whatever this was. Ari was following you with his car, his driving now leisure as he kept up with your pace.

“Get in the car, sweetheart,” he ordered lightly, his face now losing the darkness you had witnessed. You acted like you didn’t hear him.

“Sweetheart-“

You stopped walking abruptly, facing him with hurt and confusion in your face. “I don’t need this, Ari,” you stated so softly, willing him to understand. “I don’t need this confusion in my life. You don’t get to play with me. You don’t get to change your mind so quickly as if I won’t get hurt. Don’t do this to me. I-I have no one. When you change your mind again, and you will, no one would be there to pick me up but me. Find someone who has someone. Do me kindness, Ari.”

You held his conflicted eyes in yours, willing the sincerity in your words seeped through your eyes, willing him to understand that if the two of you continued down in this path, it would not only break you. But him.

Perhaps, his answer was the silence you got from him. With a nod to yourself and with the belief that whatever you had was now done despite it barely beginning, you turned your back and walked away from him. You had not gotten far when you heard his baritone voice once again.

“Sweetheart, please,” there was now an urgency in his voice, a telltale sign of his distressed. It was a second before you felt the raindrops on your skin, slowly, and then it was pouring. You didn’t know why, but you turned around and ran to him. Ari was breathing rapidly in his car, his knuckles were white as he held the steering wheel tight in his hands- but his eyes, his eyes never left yours as he watched you come back to him. You could see him struggle from the outside, and without any thought, you wretched the door open and reached from across the seat to cradle his trembling for. With whatever strength he had left, he lifted his head to look at yours, his huge hands completely enveloping your small ones as he peppered kisses on them. A particularly strong thunder resounded over the silence, making him gripped your hands tighter in his as if you were his lifeline. The sky was quickly darkening, his eyes steady on yours. You could feel his breath on your face, the warmth emitting from his skin..him.

Later on, you questioned why each time you tried to walk away, the universe brought you back to him as if telling you that the two of you should be together, that you should never separate.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he buried his face on your hair. “You’re not a mistake. I’m sorry for making you feel like that.”

With his body still trembling, you placed your hand on his hair, gently combing the long strands as you rode his anxiety with him. You didn’t say anything, because for you nothing changed. At the end of the day, you still couldn’t have him.

“Why do you never ask why?” He looked at your eyes, his huge hand cradling your neck.

“I figured you’d tell me if you’re ready. It’s your story to tell, not anyone else’s.”

He looked down at your lips, his other hand caressing your smooth neck, his fingers dangerously close to your chest. Your breath hitched when moved the strap to the side, making it fall off your shoulder. He gulped before slowly looking at you, his eyes now dark from lust.

“God, I want you. So much,” he confessed before burying his face on your neck, his beard tickling you as he placed open-mouthed kisses on your neck. Without any preamble, he was kissing you passionately, his pent up frustration from running away from what he felt for you was too much. “Say you want me, too.” He ordered darkly, his other hand now gripping your thigh under your dress, inching dangerously close to your clothed core. And when you didn’t answer, Ari confidently ripped your thin underwear. The ripping sound woke you from your lust-filled haven. You opened your eyes just as he brought your thong to his nose, inhaling your scent, all the while holding eye contact to you.

And if you weren’t wet before, you sure as hell dripping now. He was so masculine, he looked like his control was barely hanging on a thread.

“A-Ari,” you whimpered when you felt yourself dampened, his scent like an aphrodisiac.

“Say it.”

Your breath hitched when he pulled your front down, exposing your breasts to his hungry eyes. Ari looked like he was mesmerized. You hadn’t even said whatever it was he wanted you to say when you felt his strong arms lifting you to his side, your thighs on either side of his as he sat you down on his thick thighs and onto his hard member. You moaned lightly, his hard cock directly on your wet pussy.

“Say it.”

He was now sucking your sensitive nipples, his dark eyes on you as he moaned appreciatively. You whimpered when he bit it, before licking them delicately. He played with both of them, elating wanton moans from you. “Say it!”

“I want you!”

You felt him smirked before kissing you, his kisses were dark and deep, his hands carefully lifting your dress up to your waist. He found your clit before you could even moved.

You jumped up from the sudden pleasure, his thumb rolling your clit as he watched your face. “Aw, is my sweetheart wet? We can’t have that, can we?” His deep voice whispered, his eyes never leaving yours before you felt his long and thick fingers sliding down your slit, lathering them with wetness before he inserted his index finger in you, slowly, inch by inch. His lips found your nipples again, as if he found them irresistible.

Just when you were about to reach something, Ari slowed down. His fingers returned with vengeance as he inserted two fingers in you, his hand now dripping wet that you had no choice but to hold his broad shoulders for strength.

You didn’t know how, but you came so fast that you drenched his leather seat and his pants. The outline of his cock was surely visible from his pants. He was so hard from seeing your beautiful face come. And he wanted to see it again. Without giving you any rest, he brought his drenched fingers in his mouth, moaning in pleasure from how good you tasted. He was like a savage when it came to you that he brought back his fingers inside you, wanting to taste you once again.

“From now on, you only wear dresses around me, sweetheart,” he growled in your ear as you reached you third orgasm. And still, he wouldn’t stopped.

He watched your slumbering form beside his, your dress righted once he had his fill..for now. The road was damped and the sky was dark as he drove silently back to the town. He knew in his gut, you were now his, all other things be damned.

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Thanks for the questions omg!

there have been quite a few stories ive fallen in love with through this tournament! Where Oaken Hearts Do Gather was one of my favorites, as well as A Guide For Working Breeds (rip). For upcoming stories, I like --And He Built A Crooked House--.

a few submissions were just too long for me to include, especially as i tried to be stricter about length at the start of submissions - The Ugly Little Boy by Isaac Asimov almost made me cry but it was just too long. also someone submitted 17776 and thats a kinda very long story but also... i should reread it, its great.

oh my god. preliminaries. the entire time i kept calling them pre-brackets. and the word preliminaries was right there. i was a fool. hehe omg. uuuh they went pretty much as i imagined! it was interesting to see people in my notes who were familiar with these works in ways im not (i actually havent read many Classics). maybe someone should run a tournament for every sherlock holmes story...

the need for preliminaries at all! i'll be honest i messed up a lot during the submissions period - i kinda assumed no one would be interested in this so i never limited submissions per person or author or decided on a word limit or capped the number of stories, and then i had to make do with the wild submissions ive gotten (though i'm happy with how it turned out). also - im surprised scandal in bohemia beat the end poem that handily, i wouldve thought the minecraft fandom would have posed a stronger threat. maybe if i'd called it the Minecraft End Poem instead of just the End Poem? oh, im also amazed at Man Door Hand Hook Car Door sweeping. its up against Cask of Amontillado next round, which is going to be insane. one last thing - its been fun to see the same people cropping up in my notes! feels like we've got a nice little community of bookworms here :3 i appreciate you all <3

#thanks so much!!!#hope i wasnt too rambly #im a p talkative gal #asks #teknoctarkamacska

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8/16/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Jeremiah 32 - 34

Today is the 16th day of August, I'm Jill. Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological. So good to be here with you. New mercies for today, and I thank God for that. I don't know about you. So glad that you're here, as We center ourselves around the Scripture. We do it every day. And I'm just really grateful to be in this space with all of you reading and allowing the word of God to nourish my soul, Wash over me and to change some things from the inside out. Big reading today as we are in the book of Jeremiah this week and it's a a translation, The new English translation is a bit more of a wordier translation. So long readings today is no exception. Let's jump in. Today we're reading Jeremiah 32, three through 34 and this week we're reading the New English Translation, Jeremiah, chapter 32.

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Maybe we paid attention today that, The Lord gave Jeremiah a message, A second time, a similar message The second time of another time, another chance to come back and to restore Israel to Judah. I think maybe we're starting to see the length that God is willing to go to, for his people To be returned to him. And yes, this is Old Testament reading under Levitical law, under a covenant that goes back generations, generate Isaac, Abraham, Jacob. And again, we're still seeing the call to remember the call to come back return prophet after prophet sent. And maybe we can notice too, The chances, the times of longing to return so that the children of Israel will be God's people and God will be their God. The things we can learn about God through His word.

Prayer

Father, we thank you for your word today again. We hear how you Long for your children to return to you so that they can be your people.And you will be their God. And you give so many chances, So much grace to us that we don't deserve Mercies new every day. And we are grateful for them. And I pray that as we accept that mercy that you so freely give that we would in return Have mercy for every person around us that we come in contact with. We love you and worship you and pray this now in the name of the Father, Son, And Holy Spirit, Amen.

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Hi, this is Victoria Soldier just calling to pray for some of the dabbers. I want to pray for that brother who's going through with with us with *********** and the struggle with ***********. I just actually Lord in the name of Jesus that you touch my brother father and that you take away their desire for the knock down the spider. And so kill that spider and knocked down the cold river of light that he will have the victory in the mighty name of Jesus. Lord, I wanna thank to Lady of Victory for their precious prayer. I appreciate you, Lady of Victory is because of a a beautiful person like you. And I'm still praying for you and your.In the loss of your precious son, I just asked you to do to end the end of blessing of your marriage of you and and and Kingdom seeker the love that you'll have for one another as God to continue to bless it. And then every marriage, Lord, abundantly you have your will you be in the middle of everyone.The marriage is the one that is separated and you see fit to bring them together. For the you open doors that no man can close. And Lord will give you The victory will give you the glory and we'll give you the honor. We give you the touch Also that when young woman who's having a problem with her 18 year old for the reaction to touch our teenagers.We actually helped them to know what you what you have for them, for the help us to pour into them and let them know that God has a plan for your life. It's for a future and a hope for the help that precious child to find her, that their their plants, that God planned for them like they they will walk therein and be blessed.Florastor people touching all all over. My thank you also for touching China and in her endeavor with her precious baby. I just thank you so much for blessing her with another baby, her again. And I thank you for blessing Jill to be that that grandmother again. I know she's smiling from ear to ear. Have a great day.Love you all their present. Thank you so much and say hi to blind Tony and all the the people who got in. Of course. God's tomorrow. Love you all. Have a good day. Bye. Bye.

Hey, this is Chastity from Kansas. I wanted to call and say a prayer over all of the kids. I realized that by this time this place that this.It's probably some kids have started already back to school, but I just wanted to pray as we start a new school year.For Jesus we bring all of our sweet children to you and all the children.Excuse me, around the world, who?Are going back to school.Where we pray for safety, we pray for peace.Over the children and their parents.And over all of the teachers and paras and staff members of the schools, all the ones who work in and with the schools, we thank you so much for the hearts that want to serve you, Lord, with teaching these kids and shaping these lives. We pray, Lord, that you would please.Step into these schools with these kids when they go into school and be with them everywhere they go. Lord, there's so much.Darkness in this world. But God, you are the light.Jesus, you're the light of life. You're the light of the world and we pray Jesus, please protect these little ones as an even bigger kids as they go to school or help them to learn and to.Grow and to. Oh man, the book of Jeremiah. The Zechariah.Safaniya, I mean all these nayas.In the book of I didn't submit Jeremiah boy man, I am so grateful.It brings tears to my heart into my my eyes when I hear this book. Now I am so grateful that I came back to the Lord, that I returned to his bosom, that he took me back. I am so, so happy.Thank you for your encouragement, and I am so glad that I decided to follow the Lord again.He took me back and I repented. And every day I search my heart and I repent Every day, every day. I just wanna live closer to the Lord each day for I know the Lord.She'll be here soon. We don't know the day of the time but or the hour. But we must be ready and prepare and really take this word at heart. Really. You know, follow it and.And just love him with all our hearts and continue to pray that he give us eyes to see and ears to hear. And then we were able we open our mouth would be open wide so he can feel it with good things.I love you guys. I love you China. Thank you for blessing me.Goodnight.God bless you.

Hi, this is Craig from Washington. I'm calling for Zach. I just heard your prayer.And I want to encourage you that every morning.We have numerous acies. We awake and we breathe.God puts our sins as far away.From us as the East is from the West.We have to just get back up.Remember.Our Heavenly Father wants to forgive us.Who wants to have mercy? And when we ask, it's done.So take heart and.Don't give up. Just go to him, I once.I once asked.For the desire to go away.That's helped a lot, but I still struggle with the same thing many.Too many men do. This is a ubiquitous thing in America and throughout the world. This is an evil that we must let God help us with so.Don't give up.Hey man.Hey D ABC, it's refined by the fire in Ohio. I wanted to say how fantastic I think you guys all are and while I don't get to call in and lift you all up individually with your prayer request and your praises, just to know.I am out here cheering you on and in the struggle with you. I wanted to give you an update on my friend. Her cancer is not as severe as they thought it would be. Praise God. She did start chemo this week, Unfortunately, her.Insurance company declined the first medication that the doctor wanted to use, but hopefully she only needs to do a couple of chemos before she can switch over to that.Umm.And she's enjoying her new little granddaughter. She's so sweet. Update on dad after his fall and he broke his hip and he had surgery. He went downhill and we put him on Hospice last week. Now he's looking better. This week he was back to actually feeding himself.And seemed to be doing OK, but obviously we'll see how the next few weeks and months go and then just lift up this fundraiser. We made really good progress and then it's kind of stalled out and I've been a little discouraged about it, but umm, we're a third of the way there, so we only need like.66 more donors for blankets which would be fantastic. So love you guys greatly. Hope you all are doing well and I will talk to you soon.

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kitkatwinchester · 1 year

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WHAT THE F*CK WHAT THE F*CK WHAT THE F*CK!!

THERE'S SO MUCH TO UNPACK ABOUT THAT PARTY SCENE AND MY BRAIN IS FIRING ON ALL CYLINDERS WITH SO MANY DIFFERENT EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW AND WHAT THE F*CK WHAT THE F*CK WHAT THE F*CK?!

Okay uh...good stuff first? Bad stuff first??

How about sort of backwards order of events because the bad and good stuff kind of go hand in hand sometimes, but it started good and I wanna end this post mostly happy.

LEAVE LYDIA ALONE I SWEAR TO GOD WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS PLEASE GO AWAY!

They literally took her scream?? Wtf?? WHO ARE THEY?! WHAT ARE THEY?! WHY CAN THEY DO THAT?! WHY ARE THEY HURTING OUR PACK?!

AND WHERE IS ETHAN AND WHY HASN'T ANYONE NOTICED HE'S MISSING YET?!

That said, can we appreciate EVERYTHING about Lydia leading up to that moment?

"*looks at Allisaac* Ugh, finally. *looks at Stiles* Awkwardly. *looks at Aiden* Predictably."

I love this girl so much and she is VERY quickly making her way up on the favorite characters list. She's just so observant and so clever and smart and knows all of her friends so well and I just...I love her.

Also can we talk about the fact that when she heard/saw the whatever-the-f*cks they are, she immediately called out for Scott? Like, I just...why does that make my heart clench so much? Ahhh this little pack family I love them and I need them all to be okay.

Speaking of Scott...

WE WERE SO CLOSE!! He and Kira were HOLDING HANDS! They were SO CLOSE! Their faces practically touched TWICE! It was SO CUTE!!

I have never been SO MAD to see Allison I swear to god.

And why did she look at him like that?? Like she was somehow offended by the fact that he was with another girl. YOU'RE BASICALLY WITH ANOTHER GUY ("ANOTHER WEREWOLF?!" XD) ALLISON! STOP IT!

And I feel so bad for Kira, because Scott couldn't help the way his eyes caught Allison and he stared, but then can we just talk about the fact that he then immediately tried to find her again using his Alpha eyes, and then when he spotted her, and she was surrounded in her little firey halo thing (and...some sort of animal figure? Yeah she's a LOT like Scott--THIS IS WHY THEY'RE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER GOSH DARNAT!) he looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen?

PLEASE MAKE SCIRA CANON FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I CAN'T TAKE THESE SLOW BURNS! XD

Speaking of slow burns...

"Finally" is right, Lydia. As annoyed as I was at the gazes that Scott and Allison exchanged, that scene between Allison and Isaac was pure gold.

Like, okay, first of all, my heart clenched at Isaac's "I don't like keeping things from Scott". WE LOVE HIS LOYALTY TO HIS ALPHA LET'S GO!

But then Allison calling him with the whole "except for that one unspoken thing between us that we don't talk about, 'cause you definitely haven't told him about that" attitude.

THEY WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER TOO GOSH DARNAT!

And then like, okay, usually, super sexual couples are not my thing. The asexual in me gets a little uncomfy and would much prefer soft, cute love to hot, sexy love.

But something about Allisaac dude...I am HERE for.

I mean...

"Do you want to talk about Scott, or do you want to paint my body?" "I wanna paint your body."

THAT WAS SO PERFECT I LOVE THEM!!

This is one of the few hot and sexy couples I will allow, because it works SO WELL for both of them. I love it. <3 <3

Anyways SOMEONE SAVE LYDIA!! SCOTT PLEASE TELL ME YOU HEARD HER!!

AND SAVE ETHAN WHILE YOU'RE AT IT!!

AHHHHH I HATE THIS!!

JUST LET ME ENJOY THE CUTE MOMENTS WITHOUT THE BAD ONES PLEASE AND THANK YOU!

(A set of Lydia gifs this time because she has been particularly wonderful these last couple of episodes and I am very quickly turning into a hardcore Lydia stan. <3 <3 <3)

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come along, CH. 4

aka my rewrite of season 3A of Teen Wolf based on the question: what if Erica was best friends with Scott and Stiles from the beginning?

Erica is welcomed back with open arms, her pack surrounding her with love and comfort. She struggles with her memories from the vault and the truth of how she was resurrected. Scott and Stiles start to make amends with her.

CHAPTER FOUR - UNLEASHED, PART ONE (click to read on AO3)

If anyone ever asked - and for a while, no one did - Erica would have said that she couldn’t remember what it was like when she died. The truth was she remembered every moment, from the rush of rebellious strength that caused her to charge Kali, to the way the pain seemed to drift away just before she took her last breath and everything went black. What was strange, at least in the mind of someone that died and came back to life, was that she didn’t remember what happened in between. For her, it felt as if one moment, she was dying, and the next moment, she was miraculously breathing again in Derek’s loft.

“Oh my god, it worked,” Lydia gasped, bouncing in excitement before throwing her arms around Jackson, whose eyes closed with a sigh of relief.

“I-I’m alive?” Erica muttered, starting to sit up before Derek rushed in to support her back, Scott and Stiles holding her hands more firmly as their other hands braced her elbows.

“Like we were going to let you go that easily,” Isaac joked, his eyes a little shiny as he smiled over at her.

“What’s going on?” came a voice behind them, and Erica looked over to see Boyd standing up. “E-Erica?”

“Take it easy, Boyd,” Derek instructed, letting go of Erica once he was sure Scott and Stiles had her. He moved towards his other beta, placing a steadying hand on Boyd’s shoulder before helping him over to the chair he had been sitting in. “You’re both going to be weak for a while. Cora too, when she wakes up.”

“Derek,” Erica spoke, getting his attention. “How am I here right now?”

“We brought you back,” Derek stated, as if such a simple answer could explain how she was alive again.

“Deaton knew of a way,” Scott added.

“But it needed-” Isaac started, but Lydia was the one to interrupt him.

“Is it such a good idea to tell her the specifics?” she pointed out, looking over at Erica. “I mean, isn’t it enough that you’re back?”

“Lydia,” Jackson sighed. “She deserves to know.”

“Will someone just tell me?” Erica demanded, her voice breaking in her attempt to raise her voice.

“In order to bring you back to life, Deaton needed the blood of your mate,” Allison blurted out. While Erica hadn’t been aware mates actually happened in werewolves, she was familiar enough with the concept from all of the research she had done with Stiles the year before. “We all gave some of our blood.”

“So that means…” Erica trailed off. “One of you is my mate?”

“Everyone but Boyd or Cora, since they were in the vault,” Isaac nodded. “Oh, and Peter gave some blood too.”

Erica nodded, her mouth slightly open as she tried to wrap her mind around that. “I, um, thanks, I guess,” she finally said. “Sorry, I don’t really know what to say. I’m, uh, I’m glad I’m alive, and I really appreciate everything you guys did to, you know, bring me back.”

“We wanted to, Erica,” Scott assured her.

“It was selfish, really,” Stiles added, managing a small smile.

She looked at the two of them and felt herself start to get overwhelmed being so close to them again. Derek must have sensed this because he started making his way over to them as she eased herself from their grips. “You should all get home and get some rest,” he declared. “I’ll take it from here,” he told Stiles and Scott, gesturing for them to back off before scooping Erica into his arms. “There are three bedrooms upstairs for whoever wants them. Erica will be down in her loft.”

All Erica had to do was look in Isaac’s direction and he was following after their alpha. Right before she disappeared out the door, she spared one last glance towards Scott and Stiles, who looked conflicted but were still more relieved to have her back than anything else. They watched her leave with dumbstruck looks, and it had her inhaling sharply as she laid her head on Derek’s shoulder.

“I’ll make sure they go home today, but I won’t be able to keep them away forever, especially now that they know where you’re living,” Derek told her, adjusting her in his arms. “Although I’m not sure it would be fair to try to keep them away anyways.”

“Derek,” she sighed.

“Our pack is growing, Erica,” he explained. “Because of you, we’re all together now, and we’re all stronger for it. Scott might never officially be my beta, but he and Stiles are part of this pack. They did everything they could to bring you all back, and even when they lost you, they never turned their backs on the pack. I’m not asking you to forgive them, but you’ve been given a very literal second chance here.” He sat her down next to where Isaac was sitting on the couch, Ellie in his hands, then made sure she was comfortable before standing back up. “All I ask is that you really think about what you want to do with it.” He reached down, gently tugging on the end of her hair with a fond smile. “You need a shower.”

“Gee, thanks,” she retorted. He went to walk away, but she grabbed his hand, stopping him and causing him to turn back towards her. “Thank you.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, nodding before letting her hand go and walking out of her loft. With Derek gone, she sunk into Isaac’s waiting arms, a shaky breath escaping her when Ellie jumped into her lap and began kissing her face. “I’m sorry I lied that night. I should have gone up and trained with Derek.”

“Shut up,” Isaac laughed, wrapping his arms around her tightly. “I think dying is enough punishment.”

“Yeah, I learned my lesson,” she agreed, laughing softly as she let herself relax in his embrace. “Thanks for taking care of Ellie.”

“She and I are besties now, so don’t feel too bad if she prefers spending time with me,” he joked, patting the dog’s head and smiling as Ellie licked his hand.

When she heard footsteps, she pulled away enough to see Jackson appear in her doorway. “Lydia got a ride home from Allison,” he muttered. “I, um, can I… You know?”

“Get in here, dummy,” Erica encouraged, shifting and opening her arms so Jackson could join them. Isaac and Jackson surrounded Erica, holding her tightly despite how dirty she still was. They had felt such a loss when she died, and they knew to rebuild that bond, they would have to put in the time. Boyd must have realized that too, or maybe Derek had pointed it out to him, because he was soon joining them in her home. All four of them moved into her bedroom, finding the queen bed easier to fit the four of them, even if it was still a tight squeeze. It turned into more of a pile of bodies, with Erica at the center and her packmates curled up around her, but they all felt more at ease than they had in months.

Eventually, Jackson, Isaac, and Boyd all fell asleep, but Erica couldn’t seem to close her eyes. Her hands continued to gently brush through Isaac’s curls and trail across Boyd’s back, more content providing her packmates comfort while she tried to untangle the messy web that was her mind. “I could hear you thinking from all the way upstairs.” She looked up with a hint of a smile as Derek made his way towards her. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I’ve slept enough,” she dismissed. “You know, the eternal kind of sleep.”

“Your body still needs rest,” he insisted.

“I am resting,” she pointed out.

“Your mind needs rest too,” he added.

“Yeah, well, my mind’s never rested, so it would be a shocker if it chose now to learn how,” she grumbled.

“Let me help,” he suggested. “Talk to me. What is it that’s keeping you up?”

“Did you become a therapist while I was gone?” she snarked, sighing when all he did was smirk at her. “I’m only here because nature decided one of you is who I’m supposed to be with.”

“That’s not what mates are,” he clarified. “Not for werewolves. Most of the mates I came across weren’t even romantic. I mean, there were a few pairs that fell in love, but it’s deeper than that. It’s a bond that’s stronger than any platonic or romantic relationship could ever be. It defies nature, which was why I thought it only ever happened with born werewolves.”

“None of the mates you knew were bitten?” she asked, her eyes widening slightly as he shook his head. “Look, I-I get that this is a big deal, and that I should probably be thrilled that I have some supernaturally special bond to look forward to with someone in our pack, but I-I’m not ready for something like that. There’s so much I want to do, and starting a life with someone when I’m not even out of high school is not one of them.” His hand landed on her shoulder, offering enough comfort that she was able to stop the panic attack she could feel brewing. “I don’t think I want to know who my mate is. Not now. Maybe not ever.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works, but I understand,” he assured her. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, and if anyone pushes you about it, send ‘em to me, alright? Whenever you’re ready to know who your mate is, you’ll know.”

“What do you mean?” she wondered.

“Like I said, I’ve met mates before,” he reminded her. “Each pair seemed to have their own story of how they got together, but there was one constant in all of them. They all recognized their mate before they knew that’s who they were to them. They grew close to them and felt bound to them before their mate bond was fully formed. Even the pairs that weren’t romantic admitted that everything seemed to fall into place once they accepted who their mate was.”

“I don’t want to be bound to someone, and I certainly don’t want someone to be bound to me,” she shook her head. “I’m six- seventeen. I haven’t even had my first real relationship yet.”

“Hey, take a breath,” he insisted. “What’s really going on?”

“What?” she muttered.

“Why are you so worried about having a mate?” he questioned. “Most people would see it as a gift, but you’re acting like it’s the worst thing that ever happened to you, which is hard to believe considering you just came back from the dead.”

“It’s not the worst thing,” she sighed, removing her hands from her packmates to cover her face with them instead. “Dying was definitely worse, but this is a close second.”

“Why?” Derek prompted again.

“Because it’s bad enough everyone literally bled for me to bring me back,” Erica explained. “Knowing that the only reason it worked is because one of them is my supernatural perfect match is too much. I don’t- I don’t want anyone to feel like they have to be with me.”

While what she said told him a lot, it was what she didn’t say that had him sinking beside her on the bed, his hand reaching out to take hers. “You’re afraid your mate won’t want to be with you?” Her eyes met his, her head nodding almost imperceptibly before she was looking down at their joined hands. “Erica, everyone knew what they were doing when they gave their blood. They knew what it meant, and they did it anyway.”

“Oh yeah, because pity couldn’t have possibly been a factor in that,” she scoffed.

“Stop it,” he insisted. “Everyone in the pack cares about you. Some more than others, but you are valued and loved, and living without you when there was a chance to bring you back wasn’t something any of us wanted to do. We wanted you back. All of us. Not because we felt bad, not because we pitied you, but because you matter to us.” He was a bit relieved she was stunned silent by his words, as it gave him a chance to compose himself before he continued. “You know how much you mean to me, Erica. You can see how much you mean to the pack,” he pointed out, gesturing to the three sleeping betas surrounding her. “I might not know where Peter, Allison, and Lydia stand, but I would have to be blind, deaf, and stupid not to see how much you mean to Stiles and Scott.”

“Yeah, well what if my mate is Peter, Allison, or Lydia?” Erica argued, but his smirk told her he knew she wasn’t all that worried about that possibility.

He decided to play along anyways, looking up, deep in thought. “Well, if Peter is your mate, then maybe being your mate will do him some good,” he mused. “If Allison’s your mate, well then that just guarantees peace between our pack and the Argents. And if Lydia’s your mate, you will definitely have to share her with Jackson.” At the sound of Erica’s soft laughter, Derek couldn’t help but smile, glad to see his attempt at cheering her up had worked. “Whoever it ends up being, nothing has to change. You’ll still have your pack. You’ll still have me.”

Erica teared up at that, tugging Derek by his hand so she could hug him. They both seemed to take comfort in the embrace, Derek’s eyes falling closed as he held her tightly. They sat like that for a while, both needing the contact after so long away from each other. Only when Erica started feeling tired, her brain more at peace after talking to Derek, did she pull away. “I think I’m gonna try and get some rest.”

“Good idea,” he nodded, standing from the bed. Once she had laid back down, he reached over and brushed her hair back, giving the end of her hair another playful tug before smiling and leaving the room. He hovered in the doorway until she had fallen asleep, then took one last look at his pack all together again and walked up to his loft.

Erica stayed in her bed for most of the day after that. Boyd woke up a few hours later and decided it was time he returned to his family, so she got up too and took a shower to clean all of the grime off of her. When she came back, Jackson was awake, asking her if she needed anything before setting off to reconnect with Lydia. Isaac was still asleep as she climbed back into bed, a small smile brushing her lips as he cuddled up to her. She drifted in and out of sleep for a while, only really staying awake long enough to eat whatever snacks Derek kept leaving on her nightstand.

It was a good thing she rested as much as she did during the day, because when she attempted to sleep through the night, she was haunted by nightmare after nightmare of her time in the bank. Isaac was there every time she woke up screaming, Derek coming down the first few times before advising Isaac to come get him if he couldn’t calm her down himself. Both Derek and Isaac hated seeing Erica struggle the way she was, but they couldn’t take away the bad memories she had. All they could do was remind her she was safe, take away as much pain as they could, and help her get back to sleep.

By morning, Erica somehow felt more tired than before she had gone to bed. She felt bad for keeping Isaac up all night, so she insisted he go up to Derek’s loft to catch a few more hours of sleep. He didn’t like leaving her alone, but she promised she would be fine for a while. In the end, she didn’t spend more than a half an hour by herself before there was a knock on her door. Ellie began barking, but it was in excitement instead of defensiveness, making Erica think she recognized whoever had knocked. Anyone in her pack would have just walked right in, so she slowly made her way to the door and opened it. She was only a little surprised to find Stiles and Scott waiting on the other side.

“Can we come in?” Scott asked. Erica considered the question, wondering if she should just send them away, but she found herself stepping back and holding the door open for them instead. “So this is where you live now.”

“It made sense after I got emancipated,” she acknowledged. “This way, I’m close enough to Derek, but I still have my own space.”

“It’s nice,” Stiles offered. Truthfully, it looked a little bare, but he quickly realized the reason for that was because she had given so many of her belongings back to him and Scott.

“I’m pretty sure you didn’t come here to compliment my home,” she pointed out, crossing her arms over her chest. “What do you guys want?” They both looked at each other. They had prepared what they had wanted to say before coming, but now that she was there, waiting for them to talk, they clammed up. “Look, I got a really bad night’s sleep, so I’m tired, and I’m still really weak so I should get back-”

“We’re sorry,” Stiles blurted out.

“You’re sorry,” Erica repeated. They both nodded, and she found herself nodding as well. “Great. I’m glad you’re sorry. If that’s all-”

“Erica, come on,” Scott pleaded.

“No, you come on, Scott,” she shot back. “What are you actually doing here? Because if it’s just to give some half-assed apology, you can just leave.”

“Please don’t push us away again,” Stiles practically begged. “Look, we… We know that we took you for granted for a long time. We hurt you. I hurt you, and I think I’ll spend the rest of my life beating myself up for that.”

“You’re only saying this because I died,” she shook her head, walking further into her apartment and scooping Ellie up to stop her from barking.

“That’s not true,” Scott stated. “We wanted to fix things with you all summer, but we didn’t know how, and then…”

“And then it was too late,” Stiles finished for him. “It shouldn’t have taken you pushing us away for us to realize what we were doing to you. We should have seen it sooner, and we’re sorry.”

“We weren’t good friends to you,” Scott accepted. “We- We got comfortable having you around, expecting you to always be there. We became dependent on you to help us solve all of our problems, but we weren’t dependable when you needed us. Derek and Isaac and everyone else were right; we don’t deserve you.”

“We don’t expect you to just forgive us and everything to go back to normal,” Stiles assured her. “We want to earn the right to be your friends again.”

“And we want things to be different,” Scott nodded. “We want you to be as open with us as you want to be.”

“Yeah, even if it means hurting our feelings,” Stiles agreed.

“I don’t want to hurt your feelings,” Erica sighed, letting Ellie down before wrapping her arms around herself.

“I know you might not believe it, but we never meant to hurt yours,” Scott told her.

“I never thought you guys were out to hurt me,” she admitted. “I thought you were clueless idiots for not seeing that you were hurting me, but I never thought you were doing it on purpose.”

“That doesn’t make it right,” Stiles declared.

“If you can’t forgive us for hurting you, do you think you could forgive us for being clueless idiots?” Scott offered, managing a small smile.

“You mean forgive you for being yourselves?” she teased, unable to stop her own smile from appearing. “Yeah, I guess I could forgive you.” She saw the way they lit up, but she had to make it clear to them where she stood. “But I still need space. I never thought that I’d get a second chance like this, and I want to make the most of it. I don’t want to die again without you both in my life.”

“Maybe we could just avoid you dying all together,” Scott suggested.

“Yeah, that would be preferred,” Stiles nodded. Once again, Erica couldn’t help but laugh, rubbing her forehead before lowering her hand as she looked at them. “We really missed you, Catwoman.”

“I missed you guys too,” Erica admitted. All at once, they were rushing towards her, wrapping her in a tight hug that she couldn’t help but sink into. She took a shaky breath as they held her, her hands splaying on their upper backs as she felt someone’s fingers weave through her hair. As nice as it was, it became too much, too quickly, and she had to pull away from the hug earlier than she normally would. “Can I, um…” she hesitated, glancing between the two of them. Her eyes lingered on Scott for a moment before she looked down at her hands. “I need to talk to Stiles for a minute. In private.”

Stiles’s eyes widened at that, then darted over to Scott who looked like he’d just been kicked in the gut. “I’ll meet you outside,” Stiles told Scott, raising his brows in a silent request for some time alone with Erica. Scott looked back over at Erica, but she wouldn’t look at him. With a frown, he left the apartment, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself from hovering outside the door to listen. “Am I in trouble?”

“No more than usual,” Erica replied softly, finally lifting her head to meet his eyes. “I-I heard what you said the night I was taken. I, um, I went to your house and you were talking to Scott and I-”

“You heard that?” Stiles asked, swallowing dryly. “Like, how much?”

“I heard you say you liked me,” Erica told him. “I heard all of it, and I-”

“Wait, before you say anything, you deserve an explanation,” Stiles interrupted.

“Stiles,” she muttered, but he stepped towards her and took her hand, effectively silencing her.

“I can’t make up for all of the years I didn’t see how you felt about me,” he began, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. “I can’t make up for all of the times I asked you for advice about Lydia, or all of the times you watched me try to win her over. I can’t make up for the years lost because I was wrapped up in a fantasy I didn’t even really want in the end. I might not be able to make up for it, but I am sorry that it took losing you to realize how much you really meant to me.”

“Stiles,” she said again, her heart racing as she swallowed dryly. She had waited so long to hear him say all of this, but it felt too good to be true. There was no way that, after spending most of his life crushing on Lydia, he could be over her so fast. “I don’t want to be a rebound or the person you settle for. I’ve wanted you for too long to be anything but the person you absolutely want to be with.”

“And what if I do want to be with you?” he asked, meeting her eyes as he wove his fingers through hers. “What if there’s no one else I want to be with but you?”

“Then you’ll have to wait until I believe that,” she requested. “I watched you be in love with Lydia for a long time. It’s going to take me a while to accept you’d give up a chance with her to be with me.”

“I can wait,” Stiles promised, lifting her hand to kiss the back of it. That was all Scott could bear to listen to, a deep growl escaping him as he set off for Stiles’s Jeep. Erica softened at the way Stiles’s lips lingered, his eyes following the way his thumb brushed over the back of her hand before he let her go. “I’m really glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” she nodded, her soft smile unwavering as he made his way to the door and left her loft. She had no way of knowing what would happen next, or if it would all work out in her favor, but it was a start. She, Scott, and Stiles would find a way to rebuild their friendship, and maybe, finally, she would have a real chance to be with Stiles.

#erica reyes #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #scirica #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf #derek hale #sterica #derica #my fic

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Akaashi being your Roommate would include...

otherwise known as another episode of me projecting <3

you guys are roommates from strangers, being housed together on a whim of panic of not having anyone else to go to

best choice ever

okay so we all know how perfect this man is

bestie it doesn't matter how messy or clean, loud or quiet you are, this man is gonna love you.

he finds cleaning really therapeutic, so if you are messy and have a messy room, this man will definitely find solace in helping you clean it, viewing it as the best bonding exercise there is

if you're loud,, no worries baby, Akaashi absolutely adores the background noise of you talking, singing and being your beautiful self,, he enjoys the comfort of knowing he's not alone

if you can cook, he really enjoys time spent cooking with you, if you don't however (join the club), he will insist on teaching you

and he would always try his hardest to eat with you, no matter what

mans just needs to make sure you eat :((((

he cooks you breakfast every day oh my gosh what a god

he just sees how tired you are in the mornings due to the lack of sleep the previous night, bubs is just trying to help you :((

and once he finds out just how bad your sleeping schedule is, he starts reading you to sleep, insisting the sleep is very important for your health (even if he barely sleeps too)

this man is lowkey a sugar daddy like just look at him

USES YOU FOR ALL HIS ART PROJECTS PLEASE LIKE PHOTOGRAPHY, PAINTING, DRAWING YOU NAME IT

if you can bake oh my gosh get in his pants

he'd absolutely love any little treats you'd make specifically for him

you cannot tell me he doesn't have such a sweet tooth

watching horror films with him is the best, he enjoys it so much just because he gets to comfort you fjbfuy32fj0j9c

please for the sake of my delicate sanity please hang up his pieces of art that you can tell are his favourites, just around the apartment, in hallways and the living room, I promise you, he will cry.

I see Akaashi as someone who cries a LOT,, just only in front of selected people

he doesn't like to cry in front of Bokuto, don't get him wrong, its not that he doesn't trust him, its just that he doesn't want Bokuto to worry for him :((((

so when he cries in front of you for the first time, bestie just hug him and let him sob into you please you just mean so much to this beautiful man <3

this is my favourite ninoencoiniof but Akaashi secretly writing a poem about you :((((( and keeping it hidden under his bed in a locked box (beside his diary because bestie you just know he keeps such an aesthetic diary) :(((((

and every time he feels himself missing you, he gets it out and reads it over, maybe even adding more :((((

for your birthday/ Christmas, after you two are so tight-knit, he gives you the poem :(((( that's how much he trusts your pretty ass

this man has such calming music taste, he feels most content when he may be listening to a gorgeous classical piece, maybe Winter by Vivaldi, or maybe the soundtrack to a ballet, such as None but the Lonely Heart by Isaac Stern, playing with your hands as you both lay snuggled up to one another on the sofa, waiting for the cookies you'd just prepared together to finish baking in the oven, the smell nostalgic to him

you'd also go on dates that aren't quite dates so often, like once or twice every week, he'll treat you to a "hang" at the cinema, then a few days later he finds himself asking you to a new candle lit restaurant that just opened up around the corner of your apartment complex

yet he still decides to tell himself that he insists on taking you because he's never felt so close to someone else before, in a different way from Bokuto (and wHY MIGHT THAT BE AKAA-)

this man plays the violin. so. well. try tell me im wrong. go on. pm me. tell me how the fact I just told you is incorrect. you'd look stupid <3 when you both get closer, he'd give you private performances in the living room. bae if you don't appreciate them and hype him tf up-

the best four am therapist there is

it takes a while for him to confess to you, because he has trouble admitting his feelings to himself. he doesn't mean to, its just that this god has trust issues, and its difficult for him to believe he could have such intense romantic feelings towards you. just give him time bestie, give him time

is definitely a romantic, so to confess, he writes a little monologue to recite to you, during a home made dinner that he was to surprise you with once you got back home to him,

he had set the table perfectly, singular rose matching the bouquet he had bought to gift to you, candles scattered around as well as one placed next to the rose on the centre of the table

he had worked so hard on it, put so much effort into it

and you just know his confession shall be wonderfully worded and elegantly executed

when you say yes to him asking to be your boyfriend (not if, when), he wraps you in a loose hug, not wanting to startle you with any overwhelming physical attention (poor overthinking bby) and mumbles a sincere thank you in your ear.

this man is a keeper <3

this man makes me weep and he should make you weep too.

#akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi x reader #keiji x reader #haikyu #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #akaashi scenarios #akaashi x you #akaashi imagine #akaashi headcanons #akaashi keji x reader #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu

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chainofclovers · 3 years

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Ted Lasso 2x10 thoughts

GOOD GOD.

“No Weddings and a Funeral” is like being hungover but also coming out of a hangover. Having a terrible cold but also feeling better and appreciating every breath that comes through your nose. Embarking on an organizational project and accidentally falling into a photo album and crying about the pictures and organizing almost nothing tangible but making a few things more clear in your brain.

So much of this episode is about the AWFUL POINTLESSNESS OF DECORUM. How loud is too loud when you’re drinking stolen wine and shrieking about sex in a church right before your father’s funeral? How should you feel--thirty years later, as an accommodating, anger-averse person--about having been too angry to attend the funeral for your father who killed himself? What expression should you make when you show up really late to a different funeral? Why must you wear uncomfortable shoes just because someone died? What happens in your mind between standing up to give a eulogy for a man you’re still angry with and choosing to Rick Roll your mom and everyone else as an act of complicated love, humiliatingly incomplete until someone else starts to sing? Should you worry about your therapist seeing your normally tidy flat in a full-on state of depression mess? Is it okay to be offended that your boyfriend is so uncomfortable about death that he can’t stop making morbid jokes? Should you care about other people caring that you’re crunching an apple in church or squealing with joy to be reunited with a friend you’ve not seen in awhile? Are you obligated to explain your behavior if your kid doesn’t understand how you could stay with someone unfaithful? How far behind the counter should you sink when your [undefined relationship person]’s mother has just let you know she can see your dick through your underwear? Is a funeral reception an okay place to find a hookup? Is a funeral reception a decent spot for a break-up? Is a funeral reception a good time for a love confession when you know the person you’re confessing to is happy with someone else? And who do you make eye contact with when you can’t look directly at the person asking you if you’re okay when there’s so, so much about you she doesn’t know yet? Even if--for this tiny little moment within a vast swath of many okay and not-okay moments--you’re honest when you tell her that you are?

I fucking adored this episode because it answers all these questions very simply: Show up. Show up for yourself. Show up for your friends. Try not to harm yourself. Try not to harm your friends.

I love that this episode is about the messiness of adulthood and the things we bring with us from childhood and that it takes place partially in Rebecca’s childhood bedroom, and in Ted’s childhood memories. Dwelling in those places (whether physically or mentally) isn’t an automatic recipe for regression, but it does get everyone closer to the things that made them who they are, to the unresolved and half-buried parts of them that still make them tick today.

Forever obsessed with every single detail about Rebecca’s childhood bedroom.

Forever obsessed with Deborah’s decision to Rick Roll herself every single morning of her life.

Forever obsessed with Rebecca’s decision to Rick Roll her father’s funeral as a way to not have to make up a single word about her father and to do something very vulnerable and kind for herself and her mother and everyone.

Forever obsessed with Ted’s decision to Rick Roll Rebecca Rick Rolling her father’s funeral.

Forever obsessed with an entire found family backing it up.

I love that it is Isaac’s leadership that ensures every single member of the team attends the service for Paul.

I am very, very interested in Jamie’s love confession to Keeley because I do think it will spark some reflection in Keeley but I do not think it’ll go the cliched love triangle route.

Each scene with Rebecca and Sam struck (for me, a human being sharing a subjective perspective on the internet) the tender-awkward-beautiful-stressful chord I was hoping it would. I think it’s wonderful that Sam is honest with Rebecca about how difficult it is to keep their relationship a secret, and I love that Rebecca has a million mostly-unarticulated reasons for why she’d much prefer the secret to continue. I like that Sassy, Keeley, and Nora respond to the revelation as friends; they might be tempering their judgments in part because they’ve all gathered to bury Rebecca’s dad, but I don’t think their reactions would’ve been that different even on a happier occasion.

While there are a million and one different reasons why a continued relationship between Rebecca and Sam could cause serious ethical problems, I really love that when people share big news on this show, the people who care about them generally react by trying to see why the person is doing what they’re doing. Doesn’t mean they shouldn’t also hold each other accountable, but in my book it’s OK that Keeley’s first reaction was to feel happy that her friend is having some fun.

Also everyone has been making weird judgment calls this season, and this episode felt like a moment of real breakthroughs in terms of people telling the truth about things that happened to them and leaving themselves open to honest responses from others.

September 13, 1991. It’s so tenderly, beautifully, overwhelmingly meaningful that there’s still so much Ted and Rebecca don’t know about the things they have in common in these parallel lives they’re leading. The scene between Sarah Niles and Jason Sudeikis is so beautifully acted, and so is the scene between Hannah Waddingham and Harriet Walter. The way they intertwine to communicate that Ted and Rebecca basically lost the ability to trust their fathers simultaneously, from an ocean away? In the hands of lesser storytellers, it would feel too perfect a mirroring, but here it feels heartbreakingly imperfect. All the things they still don’t know. All the questions they try to ask each other. All the things they don’t dare ask yet. And then the storytellers are holding a candle up to all of it and letting the audience bask in the glow of this connection even if Ted and Rebecca can’t fully understand it yet.

I am so proud that Rebecca and Deborah were able to embark on the beginnings of a conversation about the ways Deborah and Paul’s relationship might have resembled or not resembled Rebecca and Rupert’s. It feels possible that they could get to a point where Rebecca truly internalizes her mother’s pride that she broke a cycle by leaving Rupert, and could maybe even understand why her mother made the choices she made. I love that in the final scene, they’re still relying on their old mother-daughter conversational patterns—the frustrations, the snippy shorthand, the passive-aggression. Mothers and daughters!

I am also proud that Ted—albeit via a joke about Sharon charging him for the house call—indicates that he understands the value of Sharon’s work. He’s changed a lot, all in realistic ways for someone who loves learning and really does want to meet people where they are and appreciate them. I’m very moved that instead of putting himself in a real harmful situation by showing up to the funeral on time at any cost, he did what he needed to do to take care of himself and accept care from someone else. And then Sharon’s suggestion that he think about things he loved about his father? And the way he’s able to share a positive memory of Rebecca’s own father at a time when she really needed it? Gosh.

Awkward, undecorous transition from 1991 to present-day incoming...but SASSY! She’s just, like, a whirling dervish of loyal friendship and not giving a fuck and penis size discussions and being casually, delightfully cruel to Rupert, who so deserves it. Rebecca was going on a real face journey when Sassy goes off with Ted at the end, and I’m sort of *eyes emoji* about all of that, but I continue to feel like Sassy is the most imperfectly wonderful friend-from-the-past kind of person and I love everything she and Nora get to do in this episode.

Keeley saying “That baby is whack” might be my favorite line in the episode? Maybe the whole show? Not really but really.

FUCK YOU, RUPERT. Bex and Diane, y’all are fine. And I truly feel for Nate...whatever scheme he’s getting suckered into. Whatever insecurity Rupert is preying on. I want Nate to go to therapy, too.

I feel like it was an unpopular opinion at the time, but I loved Rebecca’s 2x1 revelation about vulnerability and fear of getting hurt and needing to let someone love her. Sassy doesn’t always word things in the most nuanced way, but I think there’s a real possibility that she did ask Rebecca to really consider what it means to feel either safe or unsafe with a person but to know that in either circumstance, that person could end up causing her pain. Standing in that closet with Sam, managing to make it clear that she’s not asking for a break because she knows he will hurt her but because she has to figure out how to be with a wonderful person who could cause her pain...the growth, man. Makes me emotional.

I emerged from this episode feeling, of course, stunned by all the amazing parallels and revelations and beautiful acting and Rick Rolls and just, everything. I also emerged feeling sad/raw/tender because messiness and decorum and growth and coping mechanisms and death and dramatic irony and not knowing things about people and not knowing what you don’t know...it’s a sad, raw, tender place to be.

To quote a guy who got a whole sitcom (lol) named after him, life is real hard.

#ted lasso #ted lasso s2 spoilers #meta by me #ted lasso 2x10 #a lesbian watches ted lasso #lotta feelings in here y'all #cw suicide

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Hunting Season, Part Fourteen: A Theo Raeken Imagine

Request from Anon: hi, if I could still request for hunting season(If not then I don't mind) I was wondering if I request something where Theo goes into heat and he's like super clingy to the reader(Who's his girlfriend). And Isaac or someone flirts with her and he gets super jealous, and it leads to rough smut later??

There’s smut in this one! Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

Not for the first time this week, Y/N could feel Theo’s hand in her back pocket as they walked. Not that she minded, but his hand on her restricted her movements, keeping her close to him, and sometimes, it was a little inconvenient.

She didn’t say anything, knowing full well what had brought about this week of possessiveness.

Theo was on heat; that time of the month when his primal, animal instincts came out to play, that time of the month when she was all his, and God help anyone who tried to get in the way of that.

Theo had taken her many times in the week, in various positions. She shivered as she remembered their most recent fuck, his teeth in her neck, his cock pumping in and out of her over and over again. She remembered the waves of pleasure that found her as he spilled into her, as he growled two words with each shudder of his release.

“You’re mine.”

Y/N felt a wetness begin to pool between her legs as she remembered it, trying to make sure that her boyfriend didn’t smell her arousal. Theo constantly needed her this week, and in the short break from sharing in each other’s bodies, she was trying to actually get some work done. Not to mention, she was pretty sure that no-one would appreciate if they started fucking outside the animal hospital.

But Y/N’s hopes were futile as she felt Theo’s hand squeeze her ass, before he growled into her ear. “I need you.” He brushed up against her, making sure she was aware just how much he did need her. She closed her eyes as she exhaled, imagining just what he would do to her if she were to give in right now.

Instead, she reached behind, removing his hand from her pocket. “Just let me pick up these notes from Isaac and then I’m all yours.” Her eyes lingered on his crotch, on the bulge that strained against his jeans. A good girlfriend, knowing how much Theo was in need of her, knowing how much he needed to let go of every reservation, letting those animal instincts run free, would have dragged him back home and let him have his way with her.

But, as Theo liked to remind her when she had her lips wrapped around his cock, taking him to the back of her throat until she gagged, Y/N was anything but.

Inside the animal hospital, Y/N was met with Isaac Lahey. It was no secret that he had an interest in her, and all of the days to try flirting with her, today really wasn’t a good one. As the younger werewolf tried to flatter Y/N, she was conscious of Theo’s gaze, a glare that suggested he was about to rip Isaac’s throat out.

After all, he was touching what belonged to someone else as Isaac placed his hand on Y/N’s arm. She removed it, quickly, sensing Theo’s urge to kill, his urge to dominate. He could dominate her all he liked when they got home, just not here, not now, not with the added feature of spilled blood.

Y/N made her excuses and left, Theo’s hand back in the pocket of her jeans. There was silence on the way home as Y/N prepared herself for what was to come, as she prepared to enter the front door and have Theo slam her against it, as she prepared for –

Theo to sit on the couch and pretend as if nothing had happened?

Y/N moved around to face him, hands on her hips. There was still that wetness pooling between her legs, her ache for Theo growing as she knew that his for her would be. She could still see the bulge in his trousers, confusion at the situation enveloping her. “What are you doing?”

“Just sitting here.”

“But I thought-”

“You thought we were going to have sex?” Theo looked at Y/N and smiled. It was a smile that sent familiar shivers down her spine, one full of predatory gaze, full of fire that would only be reciprocated through his actions. “Well, why don’t you go to Isaac Lahey if you need a good fuck? You seem to be happy to let him touch you.”

Oh, so that was what this was about. Y/N went through all the things she could say to get back at him before realising that Theo’s words were only a result of his nature. He was in heat, his emotions all over the place, and he didn’t really mean what he said. He would come around eventually. All he needed was a nudge in the right direction.

“Okay then, maybe I will. Have fun with that right hand of yours.” Y/N turned, and was stopped when a hand grabbed her arm. Theo spun her around to face him, anger flaring in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare leave.”

“Well then,” Y/N placed her hand over Theo’s bulge, earning a groan from him, “make me stay.”

Theo seemed to contemplate her words before ripping her shirt open. Gone were all his games, his anger at her, replaced only be a desire to own her as he pulled her close to him, teeth embedded in her neck as he bit, kissed, licked her skin. As he worked at her neck, Y/N unzipped his jeans, pulling his cock out of his boxers. She could feel how hard he was, how desperate he was for her, and as he only bit harder at the feel of her hand around him, all she could think about was how good it would feel to have him inside of her, to have him fucking her like the animal he was.

She pumped her hand up and down him as his lips left her neck, as his own hands moved to her jeans. She screamed as, without warning, he thrust two fingers up into her, feeling his knuckles scrape against her inner walls. But she didn’t let go of his cock, not until she felt him tense in her hand, not until she felt him come in her palm.

She was soon to follow suit.

She resisted the urge to keep his fingers buried inside of her as she let go of his cock, letting him step out of his jeans and boxers. She did the same, making sure Theo watched as she slid her panties down her legs, baring her to him. She could see the lust in his eyes, only increasing it when she swiped a finger up her center, the product of his release mingling with her own.

Theo grabbed the back of her neck as he pressed his lips against hers, teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance. Y/N felt him groan against her lips as she rubbed herself up and down him, trying to ignore her own need. This was for him, to satisfy him, and she would let him have her however he wanted.

“On your knees,” he mumbled against her lips. She did as she was told, baring her ass to him, lip between her teeth as she braced herself for what was coming. She heard him arrive behind her, whining when he knocked her legs apart with his knee. Her heart beat rapidly as she felt a hand on the back of her neck, the other falling beneath her to swipe at her center.

“You’re mine, Y/N. Not Isaac Lahey’s, not anyone else’s. All mine. Say it.”

Y/N couldn’t concentrate, not when she felt his tip enter her.

“I said, say it.”

Y/N tried to focus, finding a moment of clarity amongst the waves of pleasure that were enveloping her. “I’m all yours.”

She screamed as Theo slammed into her, not holding back, never gentle. She could feel his cock in her, could feel him burying himself to the hilt, his movements primal and persistent. She could feel the way she was being stretched out, torn apart from the inside, the size and the skill he had something she would never get used to. Something she would always desire.

She could feel his balls slapping against her ass, his grip on the back of her neck tightening as he fucked her. She could feel that familiar knot building, could feel herself clenching around him, could feel his hardness growing inside of her.

She came first, screaming Theo’s name as she did. It wasn’t long before she felt him harden inside of her, until his fingers were digging into her skin. It wasn’t long before she felt him pulse, the product of his release mixing with her own.

But he wasn’t done.

Theo continued to thrust into her, promising to fuck her until she couldn’t walk, until she was full of him.

As he pulled out, flipping her over and spreading her legs wide, Y/N realised that she had no complaints.

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It's The Vanilla And Spice That Does You In (Cora Hale x Reader)

Hey, Kit! Thanks for the first request dearest 🥰🥰! (I remembered that you wanted more Derek, so here you go!)

pairing: Cora Hale x Reader

rating: nothing saucy, they just sleep in the same bed.

You and Cora were never the closest people in the pack.

As a human, you gravitated to Stiles and Lydia — even though the strawberry blonde was a banshee, she was still more on your side of the scales than the others’. Scott was someone you’d spent many an evening with, third-and-fourth wheeling to whatever crazy theory Stiles had been plotting up in his room, which eventually led to you being accepted into the nerdtastic duo… and you don’t regret any of it.

Allison was a tad too serious, and you’d only really become friends with her after she broke up with Scott, which yeesh, but she still offered to help you learn how to defend yourself which you appreciated immensely. Similarly, Isaac was a friend, but you weren’t that close.

The Hales were a whole different can of beans. Derek used to be this terrifying entity that made you have a heart attack every interaction you had, but now was just a bitter, deeply flawed man that you used to crush on when you were a kid. Peter was the creepiest of all creepers, and you gave him a wide berth in every way possible.

Cora… well, she was nice enough. It was a distant kind of politeness, the kind that made you think it was just out of routine and not because she actually cared about being nice to you — the same way she opened doors for Lydia, or unscrewed jars for Stiles (though she did make fun of him mercilessly for it), or offered to walk with you and Isaac to Biology.

So, it happens during a pack meeting; or we’ll, right after one. You’re talking about implementing patrols, just to come out ahead of whichever serial killer was coming after all of you next. Stiles and Isaac had ended up arguing, of course — “Maybe this is just you being paranoid, Buzzfeed Unsolved.” “Hey, that is a great show, and it’s not my fault if you wanna be lazy, Lahey!” “Ha, big words from the guy who won’t be doing any legwork!”

And slowly, sides started to form, at which point Derek interceded and suggested that everyone go home for the evening and sleep it off. Stiles, Scott and Lydia took the chance and ditched everyone, eager to get away from the tension and finally introduce the girl to Star Wars.

Allison rolled her eyes, and leaned over to you. “Stiles is gonna regret it when she starts pointing out the scientific inaccuracies.” And you have to laugh, remembering the torturous night that she decimated Total Recall. But what shocked you was the chuckle that came from the other end of the couch, and the quirk of Cora’s lips as she browsed through her phone. You brushed it off, assuming that it was a meme or something.

“So. Do you need a ride home? It’s on my way.” Allison asks, and you refuse, citing that you wanted to help Isaac with biology.

“Oh, why didn’t you ask Lydia-?”

“Nope!” Isaac calls out from the kitchen, puttering in with arms stacked high full of snacks. “She’s mean.”

Allison… has to agree and leaves you to your studying.

Unfortunately, y’all are bad at it.

After a good thirty minutes of rage-quitting, Cora finally gives in with a loud groan that startled both of you. You hadn’t noticed that she was still there.

“Move over, dimwits, I’ll help.”

So, maybe you were ignorant or she was just great at hiding it, but she was great at Biology. Not Lydia level, but she understood the concepts well enough that she was able to tailor the explanation differently for you and Isaac. By the end of it, you were grinning widely, feeling like you actually understood something.

You thank her, saying as much, and there’s this underlying fondness to her smile — a very rare, pretty thing that you found yourself wanting more and more of — and jostles your shoulder with hers. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, what’s going on here??” You all groan in unison, and ignore Peter leaning over the back of the couch to gaze intently on his niece… who’s sidled up to you pretty close. “You know, Ms. L/N, we have strict rules for our little girl.”

“Shut up, Peter.” Cora growls, throwing a venomous glare that you can’t help but try (and fail) to mirror. “Yeah, don’t you have other teenage girls to perv on?” Isaac chimes in, backing you up. Peter holds up his hands in mock surrender, before returning to his usual schmooze of I know better than you.

“All I wanted to do was tell you that the storm is getting really bad.” All of your heads’ snap to the window— god, it was really coming down. You had to walk back in that?? You’d die of hypothermia, if you didn’t slip or get in an accident.

“Sorry, Y/N, my music was turned up too high.” Cora says quietly, right next to your ear. A shiver goes down your spine, and you convince yourself it’s the cold, and shake your head. “Hey, it’s okay. You couldn’t focus, I get it.” And then you turn back, frowning at the lightning that lights up the loft for a moment. “But there’s no way I can go home tonight.”

“You can stay here.” You whip your head to Cora, wide-eyed but genuine behind you. You’re too thrown off-guard by her proposition to notice how quick it came, but Peter and Isaac do, sharing a sly glance before the teenage wolf realizes who he’s doing it with and grimaces, shaking his head. “Yeah, you can bunk with Cora.”

“Oh, I don’t wanna impose… I can sleep in Isaac’s.” You offer. You don’t want to impose, but you recognize the burgeoning bundle of emotion in your chest, and it won’t be helped by sleeping the same room as the gorgeous Hale. Cora shakes her head, pushing herself to her feet. “Won’t work, Isaac’s room is messy as hell-“ “hey!”

Peter slinks forward. “I would offer, but considering my history…” He turns his sharp look onto his niece, who’s scowling at him again.

“It’ll be easier this way. C’mon.”

She holds out a hand, and you take an embarrassingly long moment staring at it, before taking it and letting her haul you up. She urges you up the stairs to her room, shrugging off her jacket and kicking off her shoes with no hesitation, while you’re standing next to the doorway like a statue. She slants an elegant eyebrow, and your heart flutters because oh my god-

“Are you coming?” She asks slowly, before dropping onto the bed. You gape, pulling off your jacket and ditching your boots with no little trepidation. You sit on the bed with shaky moves. “Okay, why are you so anxious? I’m not going to make fun of your movie, I swear.” “W-what?” “The… movie? I asked you in the hall?”

Oh, she had? Okay. Okay, yeah, you could do a movie! You picked something funny, cheesy, a little kitschy — you wouldn’t be offended if she decided to tear it to shreds. But she doesn’t, just sits there and laughs at the jokes, and raises an eyebrow at the bits that don’t land. But she watches it seriously, much seriously than you, and when you bring it up, laughing and drunk off of Sprite, she just levels you with a serious look and says in a voice that sends shivers up your spine again. “It was important to you, why would I make fun of it?”

Now you know which of the Hales is the one with the game. Further proof is how Derek immediately barges in and glares at both of you. “That’s enough.” He bites out. “Sleep.”

You’re glad for the interruption, but Cora mutters something in Spanish under her breath, and you’re almost positive it was a curse.

You clamber down to the floor, pulling the extra pillow with you when Cora grabs your hand. “Whoa, whoa, where are you going?” You blink, and point downwards. “…to sleep?” And she laughs, pulling you back up. “Do you have any idea how much colder the concrete’s gonna get overnight? You’ll freeze. Just sleep here, I don’t mind.”

You should know better, you really should, but she’s so sweet that you relent and slip in beside her.

You usually can't sleep well in other people's homes - it took you months before you could even nap on Stiles' couch - but you don't even remember falling asleep.

All you can recall is the morning sun slipping through the slit in the curtains, falling on the wall opposite you thankfully and causing you to stir.

There's a delicate arm around you, but you know Cora's much stronger than her frame gives away. Her face is buried in your hair, which doesn't seem comfortable, but you can her breathing evenly. She smells great, like vanilla and spice... just as alluring and mysterious as the woman herself. Your cheeks color as she makes a content sound and cuddles into you closer. Her eyelashes are really long, closed and brushing across rosy apples cheeks. She never needed make-up, and it was obvious now, with her freckles in full display, with petal-like full lips that you gravitate towards...

You flinch when the door slams open again, a panting shirtless Derek glaring at you again.

"Rain's gone. Bye."

"Go away, Derek." Cora says, voice much too crisp and clear for someone still sleeping.

"Stop putting the moves on someone three feet from my room, and I will." He hisses, making Cora lift her head and give him an impassive look that sends him stalking off.

"He's got a point, you know." She says, shifting to sit up against the headboard, brushing silky chestnut locks away from her face. "How about breakfast at the little diner down the street?"

You grin as you realize what she's been playing at, very carefully poking at your boundaries and checking out your reaction, since yesterday.

"I'd love that."

#this got way longer than i expected #i hope you like it kit!#cora hale x reader #derek hale #peter hale #isaac lahey #teen wolf #cora hale #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #scott mccall #allison argent #teen wolf fanfiction

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teenwolffanclub-me · 4 years

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Nothing But A Fuckboy

(Isaac Lahey x Reader)

Request: I loved the Isaac imagine!! U write so well! I was wondering if u could maybe do another one where he’s a fuck boy but there’s a happy ending.

Word count: 2,509

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, mentions of smut

Notes: thank u so much for the compliment!! I love writing for Isaac he’s such a complex bby

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Your eyes narrowed over the plastic cup in your hands as you took a long swig of your drink. You instantly pulled it away with a grimace, the bitter liquid burning your throat as you swallowed it. Someone brushed against your side as they squeezed through the crowd, making you jerk your attention away from Isaac.

You were watching him. You couldn’t help it. The way he was grinding against that girl from your chemistry class was making your stomach twist and you couldn’t decide which one of them you wanted to punch more.

Your eyes flickered over his broad shoulders, partially covered by his favorite scarf, before gliding down to the place where his hands skimmed along her hips. Your jaw tightened as a recent memory flashed through your mind.

A surprised yelp escaped you as Isaac pushed your back against his bedroom wall. His lips attacked yours instantly, and you wasted no time in wrapping around arms around his neck to pull him closer.

For some reason, the two of you kept getting paired together in class, and were supposed to be working on a project right now. This was your third attempt at finishing it, actually, but you always ended up in some variation of tangled limbs instead.

A quiet moan rumbled through your chest as his long fingers gripped your hips and lifted you without effort. Your legs wrapped around him for support, his tongue exploring your mouth in a way that had quickly become familiar.

“Y/N, this is so pathetic.”

You jumped at the sudden presence beside you, your head jerking to the side to glare at your best friend, Lydia, as she stared at you with her glossed lips pursed judgmentally.

“What? I’m not doing anything.” You defended, glancing in his direction again—only to see that he was now gone—before bringing your attention back to her.

She rolled her eyes dramatically and crossed her arms over her chest, leaning closer so that you could hear her over the blaring music. “Just talk to him.”

“Did you somehow forget that I hate his guts?” You scoffed, forcing down another gulp of your drink. If you were going to be at the same party all night, you’d need a little liquid courage to pull you through.

“Did you forget that two days ago?” Lydia’s perfectly manicured eyebrows rose expectantly.

You felt your cheeks prickle with heat, regret washing over you for ever telling her about the recent hookup. You knew you shouldn’t have done it. He was bad news. But there was something about his icy blue eyes that drew you in whenever he was near.

Isaac was a lot of things, but a god guy was not one of them. He was mysterious and unobtainable, a dangerous combination for a girl like you. You’d slept with him three times now, and had basically nothing to show for it. The two of you barely spoke at school, aside from chemistry class when you had to do partner work.

“It was a momentary lapse in judgement.” You mumbled, trying to hide the blush overtaking your face with the now half empty cup in your hands.

Lydia’s red lips parted as if she were going to argue, until she seemingly thought better of it and huffed in annoyance instead. “Whatever. Just find something else to do, because you standing here like a creep is seriously ruining the vibe.”

Your jaw dropped in offense at her snide remark, but she twirled around and walked away before you could say anything. You frowned before downing the rest of your drink. You knew she was right. You couldn’t just stand around watching him with other girls all night.

The worst part is that you knew nothing would come of your hookups, but that hadn’t stopped you from being a more than willing participant. You weren’t the kind of girl that usually had casual sex—although you admired those that were—but you just found it utterly impossible to resist Isaac.

You turned around, determined to find one of your other friends that was surely around somewhere, but reeled back as you slammed right into a broad chest. The reminants of your drink splashed out of your cup, coating your white blouse in a dark purple liquid. A jumbled apology died on your lips as your eyes flickered up toward the last face you wanted to see right now.

“Damn, Y/N. I didn’t think I could get you wet that quickly.” Isaac’s lips quirked into the signature smirk that never failed to raise your heartbeat.

Your jaw tightened as your fingers clutched the cup in your hand tight enough to snap the thin plastic. “This is my favorite shirt.”

His hooded eyes trailed down from your face, very obviously lingering on your now visible hot pink bra. The look on his face—the easily recognizable hunger behind his eyes—had another memory snapping to the forefront of your mind.

Isaac’s eyes widened fractionally as you slid the sweater over your head, exposing your favorite bralette. You may or may not have worn it to your study date just incase something like this happened. His long fingers instantly slid beneath the thin, lacy material before pulling it off in one fluid motion.

He let out a tortured groan, his hands moving to cup your exposed breasts. Your head tilted back as a shuddering breath escaped you when he tweaked one of your nipples gently.

“God, these tits. How have I never noticed these before?” He breathed just before closing his lips around your right nipple, expertly lapping at the sensitive bud.

“Okay, asshole.” You quipped, trying and failing to sound upset through your moan of pleasure.

You felt him smirk against you, an involuntary whine leaving you as he pulled back. His eyes, usually ice cold, where blazing with lust as he looked at you, and you knew you were in for a long night.

“I mean,” His attention finally moved back to your angry face. “This is a clothing optional party.”

You glowered at him, completely unamused. This really was your favorite shirt, and it was probably stained forever now. You honestly had no idea what was in the juice the boys had made for this party, but the dark liquid was already becoming one with your shirt. A frown pulled at your lips as you pinched the drenched material and peeled it away from your body.

Your head snapped upward at the feeling of an arm snaking around your shoulders. You barely processed that you were moving before your eyes landed on the side of Isaac’s face as he guided you through his house. You tried protesting, but your words fell on deaf ears, the music way too loud to hear even your own thoughts in this part of the house.

He weaved you through the dense crowd of half naked gyrating bodies until you reached a door just beside the staircase. He practically shoved you inside the small room, slamming the door shut behind him. All noise instantly cut out, leaving the two of you standing in a silent, darkened space.

You barely caught the movement as he reached up and pulled a string attached to a small lightbulb in the ceiling. It swayed as it sparked to life, illuminating the two of you in dim yellow light.

One of your brows quirked as you realized you were standing in his laundry room.

“Come on, off with it.” His slender fingers gestured for you to remove your soiled shirt.

Your lips pulled into a frown, honestly surprised that he cared enough to try and wash it for you. You played with the edge of the thin material between your fingers, hesitating.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, love.” The edge of his lips twitched into a sinful smirk.

You rolled your eyes as you pulled the sticky material over your head, grimacing at the uncomfortable residue it left on your skin. “It’s not that. I just don’t trust you with my favorite shirt. You’ve already ruined it once.”

“Oh no, I’m not doing it.” He scoffed as if the idea of him doing laundry was ridiculous. “I just brought you in here so you could fix it.”

You were about to snap something about him being a sexist pig, but the words got caught in your throat as you saw the way he was looking at you. His tongue languidly swept along his bottom lip as his hooded eyes flickered around your exposed torso. It was almost as if he couldn’t help but appreciate your body while it was right in front of him.

Your heart skipped a beat and you silently cursed yourself for being so responsive to him. He hadn’t even touched you, and yet you felt heat pooling between your legs in anticipation. Your gaze drifted downward as your shirt slipped between your fingers, fluttering down to the concrete floor.

Isaac’s attention flickered up to your face, eyes blazing as he slowly dropped to his knees in front of you. Your breath hitched as he scooped up the ruined material and gripped both hands around your hips.

“I guess I could help a little...” His eyes never left yours as he took his time leaning forward.

A shudder wracked your body as he placed a gentle kiss just below your navel. His tongue darted out to brush lightly against the skin of your stomach, dragging all the way up to your ribs. Your back arched and one of your hands immediately fisted the curls at the top of his head.

Your quiet gasps were the only sound in the otherwise silent room, as he slowly licked the sticky liquid from your skin. Your core throbbed desperately for attention beneath your mini skirt, but he didn’t seem likely to stop until all traces of your spilled drink were gone.

Finally, after what felt like several minutes, you tugged him up by the hair between your fingers. You couldn’t take it anymore. He popped to his feet, a devilish smirk pulling at his lips. You didn’t even care about his smugness at this point. You just wanted him.

You stood on the tips of your toes and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips against his. He returned the kiss immediately, using the hands that still held your hips to walk you backward until you ran into the washing machine.

Your hands trailed down his sides, eliciting a low moan from him, before you gripped the material of his shirt and yanked it over his head. Your lips separated just long enough for him to get the thing off before reconnecting heatedly.

He slid an arm around your waist and hauled you up on top of the washer. A chill ran up your spine as the chilled metal hit your skin, but the uncomfortable feeling was quickly pushed to the back of your mind as Isaac stepped between your parted legs.

His fingers wrapped around your thighs, squeezing gently before sliding upward slowly. You dragged your fingers through his hair, tugging on the roots at the base of his skull. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of your mind, your subconscious was reminding you that you shouldn’t be doing this. But you honestly didn’t give a fuck at the moment.

“Mmm, wait.” Isaac suddenly pulled back, and you blinked a few times to clear away the hazy lust that had overtaken you. “Before we do this, I have a request.”

“Really, Lahey? Right now?” You pouted, wrapping one of the curls at the back of his head around your finger.

“You’re gonna let me take you out.” His eyes flickered between yours, all traces of his usual cockiness gone.

“Wha-what?” You sputtered, pulling back slightly. You honestly weren’t sure if you’d even heard him correctly.

He quirked an eyebrow at you, removing his hands from your thighs to rest against the washer instead. A shiver moved up your spine at the loss of warmth as he stepped back a few inches. You craned your neck up to look into his eyes as he leaned over you.

“If we’re going to continue doing this, I want to take you out.” He said the words slowly, as if they needed to be dumbed down for you to understand.

You scoffed, not appreciating his attempt at a joke. There was no way he was being serious. If there was one thing you knew about Isaac Lahey, it was that he did not do relationships. In all the time you’d known him, he’d never been linked to anyone seriously. He had a few flings, but they never lasted longer than a month or so. And you’d definitely never seen him take anyone out.

“Ha, ha. Very funny.” You mused, rolling your eyes when his face fell into a frown. “Absolutely not.”

His brows pinched, as if it were the first time someone had ever told him no. “Why is that?”

“Because, Isaac, this thing we’re doing? It’s just...I mean. Not to be rude, but you’re nothing but a fuckboy. And I have more self-respect than that.”

He hesitated for a moment, his expression completely unreadable before his lips slowly pulled into a smirk. “Meaning a boy you’ve fucked?”

You scoffed, putting a hand against his chest to push him away. “You’re impossible.”

“Hey, I’m being serious.” He placed a hand over yours, making you freeze your attempt to get off the washer. Your heart skipped a beat when his eyes rounded as they gazed into yours almost pleadingly. “I...like you, Y/N. Let me take you on a real date that doesn’t include school work.”

Your eyes flickered over his face, trying to find any signs of dishonesty. Surprisingly, there were none. He was giving you this look, like this was the most important thing to him right now. Like you were the most important thing.

Despite the quiet doubts ringing in the back of your mind, you found yourself nodding, a slow smile pulling at your lips. You couldn’t deny that you liked the idiot. You had since even before you’d been forced to get to know each other as partners. Once things got physical, you knew you were a goner.

“Okay.” You breathed, your heart soaring at the happiness shining in his eyes as he grinned at you.

“So it’s a date?” He asked, needing that tiny last bit of confirmation.

You chuckled lightly and snaked an arm around his neck to pull him in closer. “It’s a date. Now kiss me already.”

“If you insist.” He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the edges, before connecting your lips again.

You kissed him back as if you’d never stopped, your body molding against his like it was made for yours. It was at that moment that you realized you wouldn’t rather be anywhere but here—making out with Isaac in his laundry room—no matter how ridiculous that was.

Turns out, he might not be as bad as you thought.

#isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey smut #isaac lahey #isaac lahey x y/n #teen wolf request #teen wolf fluff #teen wolf angst #daniel sharman smut #daniel sharman imagine #daniel sharman #isaac lahey fluff #isaac lahey angst #teen wolf smut #isaac lahey imagine

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spaceprincessem · 3 years

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Hale Appreciation Week Prompt: Hale Headcanons @haleweek

Okay, so just a few lil headcanons for Derek and Peter. See if you can figure out what they are :) (featuring sterek cause of course it does)

Cause you're a hard soul to save {With an ocean in my way}

“Isaac,” Malia growled, finger’s digging into the wood of the table sitting between them, “you need to vote.”

“No,” Isaac snarled in return, arms across his chest, “I’m not taking part in any of this.”

Malia’s biting retort died on her lips as Derek flashed her a warning look. She swallowed hard, jaw clenching as she rocked back on her heels, still glaring at the curly headed boy.

“Since Isaac is abstaining,” Lydia cut through the tension, “that leaves Peter and Derek.”

“Why does Peter get a vote?” Scott asked, wearily looking at the older man who was casually sitting on the spiral staircase looking rather at ease.

“Like it or not,” Peter grinned, all teeth, “I am part of this pack.”

“Barely,” Isaac murmured, before immediately going quiet as Malia fixed him with a murderous glare.

“So,” Lydia clicked her tongue impatiently, “what do you think, Peter?”

“The bite is a gift,” Peter shrugged nonchalantly, “and apparently our last hope.”

Kira ran a soothing hand over Scott’s back as he deflated, while Cora and Malia exchanged a small look of triumph. Lydia’s jaw was clenched, but she quickly rolled her shoulders, gaze moving towards Derek. The rest of the pack’s eyes followed. The steely silence made it feel like all of the air had been sucked out of the room. Derek’s palms were pressed against the table, leaning his weight forward, head dipped down as his claws embedded themselves into the wood. They could all hear it. The rapid pounding of his heart. The stench of doubt and fear was so heavy it felt like they were drowning in it.

“No,” Derek finally said, the answer hanging in the air like a death sentence, “I’m not giving Stiles the bite.”

A beat of silence. A sigh of relief and a disbelieving uproar.

“Get out,” Derek growled, stopping the buzzing arguments flying across the room like venom. When no one moved he pinned them with a commanding, crimson look, “I said get out.”

The pack slowly dispersed around him. Scott was the only one brave enough to reach out, a hand on Derek’s shoulder, a small, but sad smile curling against his lips, “Thank you, I know it’s the right decision.”

Derek gave a curt nod in return. He was surprised to see Peter still sitting on the staircase long after the others had gone. The look of disappointment etched in his uncle’s face made him feel inexplicably angry. Peter always had a knack for reducing him to a fifteen year old boy who didn’t know how to control his shift during the full moon.

“What?” He chewed out when Peter remained quiet.

“I didn’t say anything,” Peter replied, but he could hear the bitter bite beneath his uncle's words, the desire to start a fight.

“I’m not giving Stiles the bite,” Derek said again. He suddenly felt the need to defend himself as his uncle chuckled darkly.

“I heard you the first time, nephew,” Peter sneered.

“You don’t agree with my decision,” Derek pointed out flatly.

“Well, clearly,” Peter said as he got to his feet, “as I voted yes.” He sighed, brushing past Derek to head into the kitchen, “But you are the alpha, so I don’t think it matters what the rest of us wanted.”

Derek could hear the older man clinking through the glasses, the sound of liquid sloshing against emptiness before a bottle was carefully placed on the counter. Derek allowed his gaze to find his uncle leaning against the counter, slowly sipping from his nearly full glass.

“It was cute to let them think this was a democracy, though.” Peter added after a moment, swirling a few ice cubes into his drink.

“Stiles doesn’t want the bite,” Derek explained, that primal urge for someone to understand, “he never has.”

“You think your decision is about Stiles?” Peter asked, smiling meanly, “Here I thought it was about you.”

“Of course it’s about Stiles,” Derek huffed furiously, “you think he would be grateful if he woke up and was su—”

“Well,” Peter cut in, “it’s better than never waking up at all, isn’t it?”

Derek remained silent. But his face said it all.

“He’s been in this coma for what, two weeks now?” Peter asked as he sat his glass down, moving towards Derek with calculated steps, “You still think he’s going to magically wake up by some divine intervention?”

“I am not taking that choice away from him.” Derek argued, his chest heaving as he worked to keep himself calm.

“Are you scared he’s going to hate you if you do?” Peter asked, inching closer. “Or scared he won’t survive like Paige?”

“Why do you care so much?” Derek asked, feeling like he’d been thrown off balance.

“I’m just trying to understand why you wouldn’t do everything to save the person you love,” Peter replied simply, but there was an undercurrent of harshness to his tone.

“I am doing everything to save him!” Derek snapped, teeth bared and eyes flashing dangerously. “You and I both know Stiles wouldn’t want the bite to save him.”

There was heated silence between the Hales. Ice blue boring into grey-green.

“Stop making excuses, Derek.” Peter said, breathing out harshly through his nose, “It’s the only way to—”

“My answer is final,” Derek growled before turning on his heel to head back to the hospital.

“So,” Peter called at his retreating back, voice trembling with anger and saturated in sorrow, “you’re just going to let the last piece of Claudia Stilinski die in this god forsaken town?”

Derek froze. The stench of love lost burned hotly in his lungs. He swallowed down the sour taste of bile as he turned to face his uncle again. “Is that what this is about?” He asked quietly, “Preserving the only thing left of Claudia Stilinski?”

“You know it’s more than that,” Peter bit back.

“Is that why you offered Stiles the bite all those years ago?” Derek felt exhausted, like the revelation took more out of him than he could ever care to admit. “Because you took one look at him and saw someone that was never yours?”

“Talia could have saved her,” Peter’s voice was small now, his eyes far off in the distance, “but we can’t always get what we want.” His eyes were hard on Derek’s face now, a sneer pulling his lips up cruelly, “So, yeah, I looked into those amber eyes and saw the one person I would have done anything for.” He exhaled deeply, “Stiles is all that’s left of Claudia.”

“Stiles is his own person,” Derek replied softly, “and he should get to choose. You wanted to save Claudia by giving her the bite, but I’m going to save Stiles by keeping him human.”

“I wonder which version of losing him is going to hurt more,” Peter said with a vindictive smile, but Derek could see that his eyes were sad.

Derek didn’t say anything as he turned to leave Peter alone in the loft.

“Miss me, Sourwolf?” Stiles slurred, his half lidded eyes peeking up at the exhausted wolf with a mix of fondness and concern.

“More than you know,” Derek replied, threading his fingers through the cold, pale ones, before bringing them to his lips to gently kiss.

“Sorry I kept you waiting,” Stiles hummed, closing his eyes, until Derek’s too tight grip made him blink them open again.

“Sorry,” Derek replied sheepishly, “I just missed the color of your eyes.”

Stiles smiled, “You mean the most boring shade of brown?”

Derek shook his head, not knowing how he could explain that Stiles’ eyes reminded him of bottle honey. Warm and sticky sweet. Of coffee with too much cream or tiger’s eye gleaming in the sunlight. How could Derek describe that Stiles’ eyes were the shade of the earth beneath his feet when he ran through the preserve under the light of the full moon? When he catches Peter watching them from the doorway, face soft and shoulders sagging in relief he wonders if he could ever tell Stiles that the beautiful shade of amber was a window to a future that was stolen much too soon.

“Not to me,” Derek just says instead, leaning up to kiss him, “not to me.”

#sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #peter hale #haleofaweek #basically i headcanon derek wouldn't give stiles the bite without his consent no matter the circumstance #and that peter was in love with claudia and the reason he offered stiles the bite was to preserve that last little piece of her

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writing-in-april · 3 years

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Happy Birthday Old Man

Nathan Bateman x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Nathan’s feeling nihilistic on his birthday— mostly hating on his looks. You show him how wrong he is.

A/N: AhH I’m so excited for my first Nathan fic 🥰 thanks for pushing me to write the fic for worshiping Nathan’s bald head and beard @writefightandflightclub ! I’m hoping I did ok with Nathan’s characterization 😫This is all for Oscar Isaac’s birthday which also happens to be on MGG’s birthday!! So that’s why there’s two fics tonight! Happy birthday to Oscar Isaac 🥰 Requests are open and thanks for reading!

Warnings: Nathan having an existential crisis about his age— and implied age gap, one sexual innuendo, heavy drinking

Main Masterlist Word count: 1.1k

Something was wrong with Nathan, much more than usual. Though some people would say that there’s always been something wrong with him, mainly due to how big his ego can be.

His ego seemed to have taken a bit of a bruising though by the skittish way he had been acting all day. At first you had thought you had maybe done something to make him even more aloof than he already was. But, he usually would’ve been much more brusque with you, he seemed more somber today.

Today happened to be his birthday, you assumed that must be the culprit for some reason. Though, normally when a holiday he despised came around to be celebrated the day was filled with blunt jokes about consumerism and commercialization.

He had been typing away all night and well into the morning which, again, wasn’t that odd of behavior for Nathan. But, it was the stench of alcohol that permeated through the stark halls and the sad eyes he flashed you that let you know that something was off.

When you had first gotten into a relationship with him you had given him the ultimatum to not drink so heavily as you were afraid he would drink himself to death with the sheer amount he had been consuming. The compromise was a hard one to reach, but he had eventually agreed as you were the only person he had ever wanted to truly stay before. He had surprisingly taken your words to heart, only drinking a glass of wine at dinner now and maybe a glass extra when you two were feeling a bit more fancy.

After you had thrown away the empty bottles you made your way into his office where he was still typing away furiously as if he was trying to take out his feelings onto the keyboard.

When you took your usual place perched on his lap with your chest facing his own he tensed, like he had only done the first few times you had done this. Now that you had been together for quite some time your place on his lap was a sure thing, either clothed or naked most of the time.

You didn’t push him to speak, you only moved closer to his chest to wrap him up tighter and began to rub circles with your thumbs on his head.

You were quite used to silence around Nathan as he found great solace in it at times, this was a different type of silence though. This was a silence so stark you could feel it creeping all the way through you, making you shudder slightly. When he felt your shoulders rumble from the shudder it was as if something in his mind clicked to remind him that you were there and he spoke just a little,

“I’m old…” Ah, he was having an existential crisis because it happened to be his birthday. He never had wanted to celebrate it and you respected that, only putting a little bit more effort in on the day by cooking his meals instead of Kyoko. Though his words concerned you, you had been with him for a few years now and he had never voiced his concerns about aging out loud

However, he always was a bit nihilistic so you weren’t that surprised that once he reached a certain age that his impending mortality would slap him in the face instead of letting him live in blissful ignorance thinking of himself as some sort of god. Though, you would still not characterize him as old.

“You’re not old.” You said simply not wanting to hide behind flowery language, you knew he wouldn’t appreciate that.

“You deserve someone younger, someone who’ll be around to take care of you longer.” You scoffed a little, a little irritated that he thought you needed to be taken care of. But, you knew he meant well, he knew you could take care of yourself as you had shown him time and time again. It was just a very Nathan way of phrasing it.

“Well you’re sure a sap today, Nathan.” You joked in hopes of lightening the mood. Instead you were met with a glare from Nathan that made you quiet again, resuming stroking his head.

After a while of tense silence he spoke again, “Why would you want to be with someone like me? I’m an asshole with a bald head and a graying beard.”

“Thought you would know by now how much I

love that beard of yours- and your bald head.” Was your response while you moved your hand up to the top of his head to stroke it. It wasn’t like he had never voiced his insecurities to you before, but that was when he was wasted before you guys had gotten together, he definitely didn’t remember it. You moved your other hand to simultaneously stroke his wiry beard before speaking again, “And- your my ass hole and I love you for it.”

You lent down to kiss his nose lightly. Normally he would have wrinkled it and pulled away while calling you a sap, the fact that he didn’t made you frown a little. He definitely was feeling down if he didn’t have a crack back at your remarks. But, you continued to try to comfort him as he had not moved away from you.

You lent down again to kiss right between his furrowed brows set deep with worry. Sighing lightly he let his furrowed brows relax some, hopefully helping melt some of the other tension he held in his body.

You lent down again for the third time to kiss right on top of his head lingering a bit longer than you had for the previous ones. In your head you were imagining whispering praising phrases about how much you loved his bald head and beard, maybe someday he’ll be open to listening to all of the praises you had for him.

Until that time you tried communicating your praises through your touch and your eyes as you looked into his own deep almost onyx irises. Once you could feel him relax into you, like he finally trusted your words you decided to try and cheer him up again, “Happy birthday, old man.” And, this time I finally got a laugh out of him.

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 16

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It was 2006, one of the last seasons for Beacon Hills Girls lacrosse. The other girls on the team and I fought hard but it would be over by the time my senior year rolled around. We thought if we had made it to the state championships, we would save it. Here’s to hoping. As team captain, all eyes were on me to make the season great. We were lined up on the field, ready for the toss up. I stared into the eyes of the opposing player, the girl’s eyes were determined. But so were mine, I glanced to the side at the bleachers. There was Uncle Noah, Stiles, and Scott, cheering me on. I was just happy Stiles came today.

I looked back up, just in time for the pearl toss, I scooped it from the air, immediately shoving passed the opposing player. I ran down the field, narrowly missing players looking to tackle. I threw the ball towards an open offensive player just as someone slammed me from the side. I grunted as I hit the ground, hearing the crowd wince. I got myself up on my arms and looked down the field. My player was able to get through the other team’s defense and scored the game winning goal. Coach Finstock laughed loudly, loud enough to be heard over the roar of the crowd. I stood up, raising my crosse in the air and shouted into the sky. I ran back to the bench, congratulating my teammates. But now I needed to see him. I pushed through the crowd, I looked around. As I got through the crowd, I was left alone. I was staring out into the woods. An eerie feeling came over me. There was something out there.

“Hey!” Michael’s smiling face came into my vision, causing me to smile.

“Hey.” I smiled, looking back at the crowd, “Have you seen Derek?”

Michael raised an eyebrow at me, “Who’s Derek?” I paused, asking myself the same question.

“I don’t know.”

“So let me get this straight,” I said into the phone. I was on the phone with Stiles getting a recap of what had happened over the last couple days, “You stole a police transport vehicle-”

“We put gas in it!”

“Of course, you did. You stole a transport van, filled it with gas, kidnapped Jackson to talk to him, left him in the woods. Jackson’s father, a lawyer, has issued two restraining orders against you and Scott.” I made sure to separate the kanima and Jackson. “Found out the kanima is being used by a ‘master’. Is that it?” Derek raised his eyebrows at the conversation.

“I was also grounded from Scott.” He added.

“Unfortunate.”

“When are you coming home?” He asked, hushing his voice a little, “I’m all for you living out your best werewolf life but I would rather you be home.” I motioned for the group of Derek, Erica, and Isaac to go ahead of me.

“When I have the courage to face your dad. Or when my lie that I’m staying at a friend’s house doesn’t work anymore. Whatever comes first.” I sighed, “I’ll try to come home soon. I need to apologize.” After our goodbyes, I hung up the phone.

After I stepped into the railway car, I made it just in time for our “pack meeting” to start.

“So, why do we need their help?” Isaac asked.

“Because it’s harder to kill than I thought, and I still don’t know who it is.” Derek said impatiently.

“And they do?”

“They might. Which is why I need one of you to get on their good side.”

“Mmm. Scott or Stiles?” Erica hummed flirtatiously. Honestly, I don’t think she realizes she’s barking up the wrong tree, no pun intended. Scott was more focused on Allison than his own life and Stiles was in a persistent pursuit of Miss Lydia Martin.

“Either.” Derek sighed, probably fed up with her new found flirtatious nature.

“Good luck with that.” I said under my breath, causing the group to look at me, “What? The last time they saw you, you broke into Scott’s house and tried to kill them.” Isaac titled his head to the side and nodded a little in agreement.

Isaac turned to Derek, “You know, the full moon's coming, Derek.”

"I'm aware of that.” Derek said irritably, he opened a large wooden chest, searching around for something. He pulled out dark, rusted chains.

“Oh my.” Erica lifted up a bundle of them, “These look comfortable.” She said sarcastically. He quickly took them from her grasp and put them with the rest that he pulled out of the chest.

“You said you were gonna teach us to change whenever we wanted.” Isaac said warily, eyeing the chains.

“There hasn't been time.” He said. And truly he hadn’t had time. I had really been training myself on how to control the chains with what I was calling exposure therapy. Getting really mad and controlling the change before turning so I would be less likely to kill someone during a spout of road rage.

“But if you have to lock us up during the full moon, that means... That means you're alone against the Argents.” Isaac said.

Derek closed the lid of the chest, “They haven't found us.”

“Yet.“ Kid had a point, “So, how about we forget about the Kanima?”

“We. Can't!” He shouted in frustration. He sighed, “There was something about the way Gerard looked at it... He wasn't afraid, at all. I don't know what he knows, or what he's planning. But, I'm sure about one thing-- we have to find it, first.”

“With Scott’s group.” I added, “We are stronger in numbers, that’s how the hunters work and that’s how we should work.”

On the drive home to the Stilinski house, I really had to convince myself not to turn back around and go back to the depot. But Uncle Noah deserved an apology. He had taken me in, given me a fresh start and asked that I be safe in return. Yet here I was, fighting a lizard man with the threat of hunters on my tail, not to mention that I was a movie monster. I parked in the driveway next to his police cruiser and closed my eyes. My emotions were running high and it was hard to keep my eyes from turning red.

“Breathe.” Derek’s voice echoed through my head, “It’s going to be okay.”

I took a deep breath in and out and when I opened my eyes, the red was gone. Now or never.

After closing the front door behind me, I walked quietly into the kitchen where I found him. He was leaning against the counter and sipping a cup of coffee. He looked exhausted. He looked up from his cup a little surprised.

“(Y/N)...”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek before answering, “Uncle Noah...”

“Is...Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah.” I said quickly, “Everything’s....” I let out a deep breath, “Everything’s not fine. I’m so sorry about the things I said.”

He smiled a little, “It’s fine.”

“It-It’s not fine though. You’re just looking out for me, I should appreciate that more. You’ve done more than anyone in my situation could have asked for. You opened up your home, bought me clothes, gave me my own room. You didn’t have to do that.”

“No, no.” He said, setting down his coffee mug, “I did have to do that. Besides promising your parents that I would look after you, I did this because you’re like one of my own. You’re like the daughter I never had. I love you.” His eyes held a special twinkle. One that you could only find in people that truly loved you.

Tears prickled at my eyes, my lips trembling, “I love you too.”

“C’mere, sweetheart.” He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. I gripped onto the material of his shirt and cried. The first time I had really cried since everything happened with my parents. It just felt like my eyes had been built up and after a while, I was crying because of Uncle Noah, because of my parents, because of the torture I went through. I felt like I had no one to vent to like how I could my mom and dad because they weren’t here anymore. It felt nice to cry and feel safe because I knew that Uncle Noah loved me, no matter what. I just wished that if me being a werewolf did come out, he would still love me like his own. Even the thought of it scared me.

“It’s alright.” Uncle Noah stroked my hair, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, “Everything gonna be okay.”

But it’s not okay.

Just a drive to clear my head, that’s all I needed. Stiles was ringing my phone off the hook which really wasn’t helping with my anxiety right now. I looked over to reach for my phone and when I looked back there was someone standing in the middle of the road.

“SHIT!” I screamed, turning my wheel harshly, sending me off the road and into a ditch. I slammed on the brakes, making my body slam forward into the steering wheel. I felt the cracking of my ribs against the hard plastic of the wheel. Pain washed over me in waves as I tried to catch my bearings. I felt dizzy and nauseous on account of the whiplash. I looked back towards the road and the mystery person was gone. It was around that time that my airbag went off, slapping me in the face.

“Nice.” I grunted, opening up my car door. I turned to look out when I froze. The kanima was staring me right in the eyes. But it didn’t make any sense, unless the kanima can turn without moonlight.

“Jackson...” I whispered, “Jackson, if you’re in there I need you to listen to me.” I swallowed, watching the creature tilt his head to the side. It seemed to recognize my voice.

“I can help you, Jackson. I don’t want to hurt you. Just please... Don’t...”

“(Y/N)...” The creature’s voice said. I didn’t even know it was capable of speech. But the voice wasn’t exactly reptilian, as if that was possible. It wasn’t Jackson’s voice either. It was a voice that seemed so familiar, but not.

“Well... That’s not good.” I said, just starting to move to get to the other side of the car when I felt Jackson’s whip-like tail slice across my side.

“God....dammit.” My voice was strained since my entire body became paralyzed within seconds. The creature reached out, pulling me out of the car.

Ah yes, a roadside killing for the kanima, how wonderful. Okay, maybe thoughts like this weren’t the best. This is how I died, alone on the side of the road. I took a deep breath, watching the world go by as Jackson’s scaly hands dragged me down into the ditch further.

A loud roar cut through the air and I felt Jackson drop me, hissing before I heard him take off into the woods. Derek’s face filled my vision and relief washed over me.

“It’s alright, I got you.” He said, picking me in his arms. I saw my car out of the corner of my eye.

“Is she totaled?” I asked.

“No, she’s fine.” He chuckled, “Your transmissions probably shot though.”

“Awesome.” I groaned, closing my eyes.

- By the time I woke up, it was later in the day and I was back home on the couch. With Derek and Uncle Noah... talking. My eyes widened and I sat up, I hissed in pain and laid back down. My head was still killing me.

“Woah, slow down there, kid.” Uncle Noah came to my side, kneeling down beside me on the couch. He smiled and smoothed back my hair from my face, “I thought I told you when you saw a deer in the road, you can’t swerve. Just slow down and if you hit it, you hit it. It’s sad, but there are more deer, there’s only one you.” I glanced up at Derek, who had his arms crossed over his chest. He seemed not at all concerned around Uncle Noah.

Uncle Noah followed my line of sight and smiled, “It’s okay, secret’s out.” My heart almost stopped, why in the hell would Derek tell him I was a werew-

“And it’s okay. I am... okay with you seeing Derek.” I blinked at him.

“What?”

“Is that where you’ve been? At a friend’s house.” He stood up and chuckled, patting Derek on the shoulder, “Derek, here, explained it all to me.”

“I told him that you didn’t want to disappoint him by dating someone who was a murder suspect.” Derek said, smiling a bit at the sheriff.

“Don’t worry, everything’s fine now. Just for the future, you can always tell me anything. No matter what.” He smiled reassuringly. Well... I guess that was one thing out of the way.

“Your car’s in the shop, it’ll be there a day or two. So for now, Derek has volunteered to take you to work.” Uncle Noah smiled, then looked down at his phone, “I gotta take this.” He excused himself from the room and left out the front door. I sat back up again, looking up at Derek’s with my eyebrows raised.

“How did that whole situation go?” Referring to ex-con Derek Hale telling the chief of police that he is dating his pseudo-daughter while she was unconscious in his arms.

Derek shrugged, coming to sit on the edge of the couch, “Well, I was threatened with the gun at first. But after explaining some things... He understood.” He reached out, holding my hand, “He also said he was glad that we were friends again.”

“Does that mean my parents told him that I wasn’t friends with you anymore and not to bring you up?”

“Seems like it.” He sighed, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles.

“God.” I breathed out, feeling tension rising in my shoulders, “I understand why they did what they did but... They had a total disregard of the consequences. What were they going to say when I asked what happened to you, would they tell me they told you to go away or would they lie again? A majority of my life was stolen from me and when I try to remember my old lacrosse games where you could have been there... The only face I see is Michael’s. And I think he knew something.”

“We’re gonna figure it out.” He said. I moved closer to him, leaning my head on his shoulder.

Derek then explained the events of the dad, the kanima attacked Scott, Stiles, Erica, and Allison in detention and he had agreed to not kill the creature.

“Why did the kanima go after me? Why didn’t he kill me immediately.”

“You don’t have to cover for him anymore, I know it’s Jackson.”

I sighed, “Good, because I didn’t like keeping it from you.”

“Yeah, why did you keep it from me?” He asked, looking down at me.

I gave him a surprised look, “Well, gee, I don’t know. Maybe because you would have killed him? Yeah, he’s a douchebag, but that’s a little much. From what you said, finding out Jackson was adopted at birth and that he literally had to be removed from his mother’s dead body... Maybe that’s what caused the bite to mutate.”

“It’s possible.” The sound of the door slamming shut and the sound of familiar awkward footsteps made us both look up. Stiles halted in the living room, looking me over. I’m sure I looked like a wreck, still kinda felt like it, but the cracked ribs and head injury had healed by now.

Stiles pressed his lips together tightly, moving with purpose. He fell to his knees in front of the couch, wrapping his arms around me. Trying not to cry for the second time today, I hugged him, resting my cheek on top of his head.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. Stiles hold tightened at my words but he didn’t say anything. Derek nodded at me, making his way out of the house. Leaving Stiles and I alone.

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denial

part 5

where Allison never died in s3 and Lydia and Stiles are going strong in the flirting game but still stubborn, so Allison decides to set them up (with Scott’s help of course).

read part one, two, three and four here

Scott was shaking his head, his arms propped up on the lunch table with hands intertwined and placed in front of his chin. “I don’t know...” he looked deeply concerned, like he didn’t trust any plan that didn’t come from the mouth of Stiles. “Are you sure, Allison? ‘Cause it seems...”

“Genius? Brilliant?” she smirked, plopping a tater tot in her mouth with sass.

“I was going to say messy.”

“Scott, relax. It’s going to work.” Allison was sure it would. Lydia was the most jealous person she knew - there’s no way this wouldn’t.

Before Scott could voice more of his doubts, Lydia dropped into her chair with a huff. “God, I despise this school’s feeble attempt of a sustainable meal. I knew I should have packed my own.” Lydia grumbled. Neither Scott nor Allison answered though. They were just looking at her. Lydia felt uncomfortable under their insinuating stares so she looked over her shoulder, then over Scott’s head for a distraction. “Where’s Stiles?”

Allison was eating tater tots with a face that was purely devious. “Don’t know, haven’t seen him since class. Got any plans?”

Lydia’s head dragged back to meet Allison’s treacherous gaze. “No, I was just going to ask him how his test went.”

“Right, right,” Allison spun her fork between her fingers, the tot sitting on the ends of the four prongs. “What was his test on again?”

Lydia’s cheek smashed into her fist as her other hand used her fork to pick at the questionable food on her plate. “Uh, I think it was A&P,”

“Oh, well that’s great, Lydia - you know plenty about that subject, right?” Allison had a teasing tone, but even Scott found it slightly cruel. They could both tell where she was going with it. Lydia kicked her from under the table in, but Allison continued with, “Maybe you could help him study next time, you know, give him a few anatomy lessons of your own.”

Lydia threw a tater at her head. Allison dodged it. Lydia looked at Scott and he was avoiding all eye contact, so she knew that meant he knew now. If he didn’t, he’d just be looking at them like a deer in the headlights. “You told him?” Lydia hissed across the table.

Allison shook her head, trying everything not to laugh. “No, I promise I didn’t.”

“I- I sorta already knew,” Scott awkwardly scratched his chin, his voice timid and sweet. “Stiles told me, you know, when it happened.”

Lydia was trying not to shrink into her seat and cower. “You’re evil.” Lydia told the grinning Allison.

She shrugged, her eyebrows dancing as she ate the tater tot from her fork. “You know, you’re right, Lyds. I am being unfair. Obviously you’re just friends with Stiles, and I realized - I just want to see Stiles happy. I mean, don’t we all? He’s had a such rough year, and I think he deserves some happiness - so me and Scott think we should try to set him up with someone.”

Lydia’s face fell, her eyes unblinking. “You... want to set up Stiles...Stilinski?”

“Yup, kind of the only Stiles we know,” she nodded enthusiastically. “At first I clearly had you in mind, but once you said how you’d be happy to see him with someone else I realized you really were just friends and I’m not going to push something that’s not meant to be. Now, now I’m thinking about Ginny Green. She looked really into him, and I mean she’s super sweet.”

“And hot,” Scott meekly added, still feeling morally wrong in this plan. Also morally wrong in subjecting people, so he added, “But more importantly, she’s sweet.”

“Yes, so true,” Allison gestured towards Scott and dramatically dropped her arms to the table. “So hot. What do you think, Lydia? I mean, obviously you know Stiles way better than I do, so we really need your help in this whole thing.”

Lydia pursed her lips, her cheek still resting on her fist like she was bored with this conversation. “I think you’re full of bullshit.”

Allison scrunched up her nose, her eyes squinting with it. “Tell that to Ginny Green.” She pointed behind her.

Lydia whipped around, seeing Ginny making her way to the table with a tray of food. Lydia looked back at Allison in horror. “You didn’t.”

Allison was waving at her, her face appearing innocent and friendly. However, the look Allison gave Lydia was nothing but conniving and wicked. “Why? Do you think someone else would be a better fit?”

Lydia gave up on Allison. She looked at Scott for help, but he just ducked his head and pretended he had been eating this whole time. Ginny sat down beside Allison, and Lydia wanted to punch her right of her seat. God, Lydia hated Ginny Green. No, it wasn’t because she liked Stiles either. Ginny Green had been more of a bitch than Lydia herself since 2nd grade. Everyone knew her as sweet Ginny but Lydia could smell a bitch a mile away. It was always the bitches who pretended to be nice that made her skin crawl. At least own up to it, god.

“Hey everyone,” Ginny gave a sickly sweet smile that made Lydia was to puke.

“Hey Ginny,” Scott was genuine, it hurt Lydia’s heart just how genuine and nice that boy was.

Ginny grinned and looked at Lydia. “Hey Lydia,” The stink eye she gave her, with the pursed lips and carping glare she bestowed, it was enough for Lydia to just leave the table. However, Stiles just then flopped in his chair beside her before she could make a move to leave. Now she couldn’t leave, then Allison would be proving her point, as well as trying to set up loyal, unwavering-love Stiles with the Wicked Witch of the East. Stiles was not about to become one of her flying monkeys - not if she had anything to do with it.

“Hey,” he said just to her. It was quiet and warm, and he meant it for Lydia and Lydia alone as he smiled at her with her golden honey eyes.

“Hey back,” she felt her nerves calm some. Stiles said hi to everyone else at the table, but mostly to the new guest. He was enthused to speak to someone new, so engrossed into a conversation about things that weren’t supernatural for once, that Stiles failed to notice the not very subtle hints of flirting Ginny kept offering to him. Stiles never reciprocated, he was too oblivious for it. But he never once stopped talking - Ginny knew all the right questions to ask. Almost as if someone, and by someone she meant Scott and Allison, had given her a Stiles 101 guide book beforehand.

At one point, Lydia wasn’t entirely sure when, Kira and Isaac joined the table. Kira and Scott were quiet and she thinks flirting, its hard to tell with them. They’re both so awkward sometimes. Isaac didn’t say much, he just listened to Ginny and Stiles blab while he held Allison’s hand under the table.

Lydia had said nothing, not even once. She didn’t want to interrupt, Stiles clearly was enjoying himself, but she also was very quiet due to her growing hate for Ginny Green. Not to mention a new found hate for a certain Allison Argent’s antics. Not Allison herself, she could never, but her devotion to making her life a living hell was becoming a new found loathing for her.

Much to her surprise, when the conversation transferred from Ginny and Stiles to Ginny and Kira for a moment, Lydia felt a hand reach in her lab and grab her hand. Lydia looked down, Stiles’ fingers entangling with hers. She looked up to meet his eyes, wondering what on earth he was doing, when she realized he was silently asking her if she was okay. There was a flutter in her chest, squeezing his hand and forcing a smile up at him. That seemed to satisfy Stiles, but he didn’t let go of her hand. They were holding hands under the table, and she didn’t want to let go. The thing was, it was obvious, too. The way Stiles’ arm had to angle, anyone at the table who had eyes could tell his hand was in her lap. Lydia wasn’t sure if maybe she too was a little evil, because she couldn’t make herself let go, despite the gaze of Ginny Green looking between them with a flicker of sadness and disappointment in her eyes. Stiles was clueless too, using his free hand to eat his lunch as he continued to talk about whatever their conversation had headed to now.

His hand stayed there for a couple minutes, Lydia appreciating his tender concern and the feel of his hand in hers too much to make them separate. It wasn’t until Lydia felt like she was being stared at that her grasp loosened. She looked over at Allison (across from her), and Scott (who sat at the end), both watching them with smug expressions. This immediately made Lydia snap her hand away from his and suddenly stand up at the lunch table, excusing herself abruptly.

Allison was happy with the outcome, but Scott was not. Scott looked guilty, Stiles looked confused, Ginny looked pleased, and Isaac and Kira just shrugged it off as moody Lydia.

“... You know what I mean?” Ginny said, talking to Stiles. His mind, however, was a little preoccupied with watching Lydia storm out of the cafeteria. “Stiles?” Ginny questioned, but everyone knew that he was a goner. A few seconds later he got up, without excuse, and followed Lydia's trail.

Ginny looked insulted. “What’s their deal?”

“They’re like in love or something,” Isaac informed, before anyone else could interject. Once everyone made it blatantly obvious that was the wrong answer, Isaac tried to laugh it off with a, “Uh, hell, like I know, right? Ha, they’re uh... I’m sure they’ll be right back.”

The table went silent. Ginny, without another word, stood up and left the table (leaving her untouched food for them to deal with).

Scott let out a chest rattling sigh. “Are you happy now?” he said to Allison, his face in the palm of his hands.

“Yes, perfectly.” Allison shimmied her shoulders and popped another tater tot in her mouth in enjoyment of her success. “It’s all going just as I planned.”

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Ikemen Vampire and their Godly parents

Inspired by Percy Jackson.

Mozart: Apollo

Son of the God of light, of sun, of music, of truth, of poetry, and arts. May not be a leader but set trends. I will start with the most obvious fact and that is Mozart’s talent for music, as all of us know Apollo’s children are exceptional for the arts in general. Mozart is not someone that tends to laugh frequently but as a good children of Apollo, you can hear the sound of what it could be beautiful Bells when he does, and a smile as warm as the sun. Because of his prolonged time on practicing he sometimes has little to none sunlight, that makes him really moody (more than he already is) so taking some walks or playing with Schelm in the garden are necessary for his health even if he claims to not need it.

Not all of Apollo’s children are blond, some of them have physical traits that are related to the sun such as freckles, warm skin subtones, and even if their hair is black if you see it in the sun light you can see a golden or brownish reflection on their hair, in Mozart’s case if we see carefully there’s also warm subtones such as beige, and pink :

While other white haired characters have cold undertones like blue:

Because of Mozart’s incredible fair skin it’s easy for him to get freckles. Apollo’s children are lie detectors, as they say, you cannot cover the sun with your thumb, Mozart knows from miles away when someone is lying.

Apollo’s children are scary when they get mad, be aware of what they could do when they lose control, just like Mozart, it may seem like he’s always angry but he actually isn’t, when he’s angry you will know.

Apollo’s kids are naturally over dramatic, they turn everything into inspiration for music, plays, etc. remember that time when Mozart said that dry things like cookies are his “worst enemy”? Just because Marie Antoinette gave him a bunch of them, he didn’t know what to do and decided it was a good idea to stuff everything in his mouth...

To what MC finished laughing because ... bruh 😂

Isaac: Athena

Goddess of wisdom, handicraft, knowledge and warfare. Children of Athena are gifted with a sharp and brilliant mind. Do I have to say more ? Isaac is a genius, he has an incredible hunger for knowledge, and curiosity that makes him discover the most incredible things in this world. Children of Athena enjoy reading a good book and most of the time you can see them lost in their thoughts.

We know that Athena’s children can be street smart and book smart, the majority likes to be street smart since they already have a facility to keep info from books, but in the case of our apple boy he’s chosen to be book smart, this kind of children tend to have difficulties to relate to others and create deep bonds since their brilliant minds make them feel detached from the world that surrounds them.

Napoleon : Zeus

Charismatic

Natural leaders

Children of Zeus are the leaders struggling with the pressure of being leaders. Since they are such a reliable people, their friends usually seek for them when they need help, maybe they are not as wise as a child of Athena, but their empathy makes them good advisers too. They’re strong and resilient.

Serious but yet humorous

Assertive

Children of Zeus are prideful, they like to tease others but when the tables turn they don’t really know how to react (not like they are doormats but more like in a teasing way something like pikachu face: “you ... you just teased the son of the lightening.. right in front of my salad” that kind of reaction. It’s actually kind of cute 😂

They can be flighty or warm, depends of the person they are dealing with and their mood.

Physically traits could be grey, blue or in some cases green eyes. Children of Zeus usually have gray hairs since a young age.

Arthur: Dionysus

God of wine, madness, ecstasy and theatre

Children of Dionysus are sociable, charismatic and the life of the party. The ones with all the connections. They’re the friend that everyone references when they say ‘I know a guy’ and we all know that Arthur knows or at least recognizes a lot of faces in Paris.

Children of Dionysus are not only party people, they are really clever too, people usually don’t give them credit for how smart they really are, but they prefer to keep that intelligence hidden ‘cause they don’t want to intimidate anyone, after all the party needs to continue !

They are the ones you can always count on to have a good time. The best telling jokes and reading the atmosphere of a room. they are the ones you call when you’re upset and just want to forget about reality for a night.

Stubborn, determined and chaotic nature.

Most of Dionysus children are empaths, that’s how they can feel the mood so well and make everyone have a good time, nevertheless if they don’t have a control over this ability it can be bad for their health, appropriating other people's problems or feeling guilty if they cannot help their friends as a good “host” would do.

Another thing, Arthur really seems to enjoy alcoholic beverages such as beer, wine, etc. besides coffee.

Talking about physical traits Dionysus children rock semi long hair, this chill and laid back appearance is the signature of the god of party and wine. Even when they wear formal clothes you can see this relaxed look on them.

I remember one time I read a post where it said that Dionysus children often have the nicest shoes in the room (idk why? 😂) BUT DUDE that’s true, there was also other post where you guys were talking about who had the best taste in shoes and guess who was one of the best fashionistas 👌👌😂

Also, olive undertones, in hair, skin, etc. if we see Arthur’s hair for example, sometimes it doesn’t appear to be entirely blue, it also has olive undertones:

Jean: Hades

God of the underworld

Talking about children of hades we can see that they are not only the “quiet ones” but also people with a sharp intuition. They observe everything and everyone, quietly. Tend to hold grudges and feel out of place, they stay a lot of time inside their heads and because of this children of hades usually have a hard time finding their “meaning in life” or “their place in this world”. Since they are deep they have a difficult time relating to others, meanwhile everyone is talking about the trends of the year, children of Hades are in other Chanel .

They like to be by their own, or maybe with someone that actually understands them.

I think most of the time people only focus on their “dark personality” and forget to appreciate other traits like the incredible willpower that they have to achieve anything that attracts their attention.

Physically talking, as we all know, children of Hades have dark tones in their hair, eyes and skin tone. There’s something cold in their appearance that makes them look intimidating and mysterious

Vincent : Apollo

Do I really need to explain this one ? 😂😂

I will just cover some facts that relate to Apollo’s children since Vincent is like the PERFECT example of what is being an Apollo’s child.

I think Vincent has a BIG potential to learn any instrument that he likes, also archery but I doubt it since he wouldn’t like to hurt anyone.

Is easy for Children of Apollo to tan, just imagine our angel with a beautiful sexy tan 🙌🏻😫✨

EMBODIMENT OF LIGHT

also, Apollo’s children are healers, and Vincent wants not only to help but if possible heal everyone’s suffer, as we can see in his route, he wants to help MC with her anxiety to return to her time nevertheless he’s never too pushy and waits until MC feels prepared to open up to him.

Apollo’s children are people pleasers, in a mini drama, Vicent tells Leonardo that if there was a girl in the mansion he wouldn’t know how to behave, since he only wants to give a good impression.

Leonardo : Hephaestus

Children of Hephaestus , Their minds are constantly working on something and their ideas running wild.

They have SO many ideas that they have dozens of project running AT THE SAME TIME, they can even compete with children of Athena.

Some of this children may not be geniuses but out of their curiosity and hunger for knowledge is because they can become worthy opponents to the other god or goddesses children.

Masters on none, but master of many.

They also got that freaking cheeky smile of their father.

Intelligent, good looking and good jokes.

Physically talking children of Hephaestus have strength in their upper body, just like their father, they have enough strength in their hands, arms and back to carry or forge any metal and turn it into a weapon (or any creation but you get me) what usually makes them have (on males) big shoulders or backs and in females, they have shorter but stronger fingers.

Comte : Aphrodite

Who was the one that fell in love in the middle of war ????

YUP this guy ☝️

Children of Aphrodite are hopeless romantic, they find beauty and love in the darkest places and times. They are the ones that you go for advice (not the kind of advice you would go to Athena, but one that helps your heart to find a solution).

They like luxury and aesthetic stuff, Comte with all the money that he has could be living his life like Leo, relaxing, giving little attention to appearances, etc. BUT NO

DADDY COMTE NEEDS TO WEAR HIS DIOR PAJAMAS AND RELAX IN A ROMAN BATH THANK YOU. It’s not like he’s superficial, but he just likes to pamper himself.

Children of Aphrodite have charm speak, Idk you but every time Comte speaks is like velvet for my ears. Most of the time people only see Aphrodite’s children as superficial, not so intelligent and unnecessary at battle but they are dead wrong, actually they are really observant and can be manipulative since they understand and almost feel others people emotions and intentions.

Even though their mother is the Goddess of Love, they can hide their emotions pretty well

It is known that Aphrodite’s children can speak fluently French and Oh look at that Comte is French, coincidence ? I DONT THINK SO.

Theo: Ares

God of war

Children of Ares are topically seen as this really short-tempered guy /girl but there’s more about them. I’m gonna start with the basic personality traits, Children of Ares are stubborn as hell, does it reminds you of Theo ? 😅 they are also really protective of those they love, it may not appear like it but they don’t like injustice, so when they see someone that’s being a jerk they fight with everything they got, sometimes they exaggerate tho.

HATES GOSSIP they like to say thing straight to the point and don’t have filter, sometimes they may seem rude but they are just saying the truth

Doesn’t take shit from anyone

Determinant and never gives up, they also give (its rare but they do) advices when they see you really struggling with something, an example of this could be when (in Leo’s route) MC had a hard time deciding what to choose between staying in 19th century France or coming back to her time with Leo, to what Theo noticed her struggling and gave her a brief but nice advice.

HARD ON THE OUTSIDE SOFT ON THE INSIDE

Children of Ares are aware that they intimidate their siblings, that’s why they become silent and prefer to stay in their cabin, but if you want them to open up to you, a nice smile and kind personality would be a great combo to go with them.

Children of Ares are really intelligent, after all their father is also a strategist.

Shakespeare: Hades

Again ... do I have to explain this one ? 😂

Shakespeare is deep af. Children of Hades see the deepest and darkest things in life, that’s why they tend to feel depressed, but because of that they also can see the brightest parts. This contrast usually is embodied in an artistic way, it may be in plays, dancing, singing, stories, etc.

The goth friend

Children of Hades are one of the kindest siblings among all God and Goddesses out there since they know what loneliness feels like.

guess who feels like that ? YUP Will does

they like to be alone but not lonely.

Dazai: Dionysus

Dionysus was known to be a Reckless, crazy god that resembled freedom and fun. Children of Dionysus are usually found smiling for ... no specific reason, some could say is even scary or suspicious, like if they were drunk 😅.

Dionysus has parties where everyone dances and can fall into madness and ecstasy. Dazai is a sensual man, he has this aura that is just so appealing and comfortable to be with, but he is still a mystery, just like his father. Dyonisus was a god that usually doesn’t get in other’s people problems but it is known that he has a lot of powers, and the majority remains a mystery to humans.

Dazai is someone that craves to feel and be loved, but is scared to be rejected for who he really is, instead of that he prefers to show the “clown facade” that everyone likes, after all is easier to have “company” in a party full of people that you don’t know but they don’t really care about you than opening up to someone and being vulnerable.

People usually describe children of Dionysus as “crazy”

They are normally underestimated, but they have an incredible ability for the arts, they create the most crazy yet deep monologues.

These people tend to get obsessed over things they like, this is somewhat bad for them since they can get addicted to things like alcohol, tobacco, etc.

Talking about physical traits, Dazai is like the perfect definition of a Dionysus child, chill appearance, medium long hair, PURPLE HAIR, likes (maybe a little too much) alcohol, smooth voice.

Sebastian : Demeter

Goddess of agriculture, fertility, nature, and seasons.

Children of Deméter have this motherly figure in their group of friends.

Natural protectors.

Great cooks

They can be really strict at scolding their friends, family etc. but they just want the best for their loved ones.

Children of Deméter aren’t really aggressive, but don’t get in their wrong side which would be trying to hurt their family, because they go havoc.

They have an amazing intuition, just like a good mother.

Their personalities are calm and collected, they may panic on the inside when something bad happens but never let it show.

Deméter children are so aware of the details they are the ones that give the best gifts since they know deeply their loved ones, what they like and what they don’t, again, like a good mother.

Faust: Hecate

Goddess of magic, witchcraft, ghosts, necromancy and crossroads.

Children of Hecate are really intelligent and have an amazing memory, after all they have to memorize dozens of spells.

They usually have lots of books, since they have to know the functionality and sources of the magic they are using.

CU RI O US

They may appear frightening since they face and aesthetic aren’t really welcoming sometimes, but they are actually pretty nice.

SNAKE PERSONALITY

cunning and ambitious

Children of Hecate know how to handle necromancy, which makes them closer to death, that’s why talking about this kind of topics doesn’t scare them.

Children of Hecate can be obsessive, they can stay all day and all night practicing their witchcraft, PLS SOMEONE TAKE THEM OUT OF THEIR ROOM.

They have a different type of aesthetic, maybe is not totally GOTH but there’s something religious or spiritual there, they believe that there is a superior power in the world.

Incredibly good teachers. They may not be as charismatic as Apollo kids, but they are patient and good listeners.

Calm but can be sadists too so be careful.

Vlad : Nemesis

Children of Nemesis, as their mother, tend to hold grudges and is really difficult for them to forget those who wrong them.

They can go ExTrEMe lengths in their revenge, elaborate plans that doesn’t matter how much time they take, they will do it.

Maybe scarier than Children of Ares.

Yandere personality who ?

They are really observant and intelligent, they have the ability to find Achilles ankle of any of their enemies.

Manipulative, that gives them the ability to awake rage on the ones they want like allies.

Curiously children of Nemesis have a strong sense of justice and balance, and they will do anything to carry on with their ideals, even if that means taking extreme measures.

Physically talking there’s always red on them, and I’m talking about red hair, liking for red color, and oh ! Look at that, who has red eyes ??

Charles : Tyche

Goddess of chance, fate and fortune.

I really had a hard time deciding for this one, and I don’t know a lot about him but from what I’ve seen I can say he’s a Tyche’s child.

Children of Tyche are extremely friendly and enthusiastic.

J O K E S

very hyperactive

Smarter than they look, observant and empaths, also they like to prank people like a pixie would do.

Pretty smiles, and they giggle like a lot.

Usually green eyes.

Obviously they like to gamble or if the other participants doesn’t like to, Children of Tyche conform with just playing

They love nature and animals.

A kid in an adult body

Don’t let their cute smiles, dimples or freckles fool you, they can be manipulative.

Idk why but I imagine Tyche kids with fairy like features, maybe that’s why lots of them have a short height.

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