#it's not an issue i just wanna live in a cottage with him without issues

[james-fun-in-the-sunderland]

all main 4:

16, 35, 39, 44, 54, 62, 64, 69

for party q’s, u can either do just main 4 to answer or like full rebellion or like . main 4 pcs and npcs.. up 2 u!

omg hi zee 👋 obligatory link back to tha ask game post

16. What keeps them going?

Swords: not to be corny but hope and love :) she has hope that everything will work out in the end and is also very driven by the people around her!! helping them out, giving them hope in hopes that theyll give her the hope she needs in return almost... w2 moments

Wiz: WHAT DOES KEEP THIS GUY GOING????? LACK OF DEATH MAINLY I GUESS. and moreso honestly... its because of his inability to really genuinely step away from any self imposed duty that he has. if he has obligation, even if he REALLY doesnt want to do it, he will do his best to see it through to the end. sometimes these obligations are self made tho and thats where some issues crop up bc people are like u dont have to . and hes like I HAVE TO. but i will complain the entire time bc god i wanna just chill instead.

Daggers: the belief that one day she will figure everything out, things will make sense to her, she will get the love that she deserves, and she will be happy... even if she does get this though theres not much holding her back from not believing it and keeping going... shes a bit selfish but thats ok thats fun hehe. I think one day she will get it and be satisfied and then what will keep her going is ... keeping that up. u kno? gotta hold up appearances

Hook: justice. genuinely and truely, they want justice for the world and for themselves and for their brother. previously before the pcs got their brother back to them it would have been u kno, getting their brother back but now theyre like ok revenge time. i want everyone who made me suffer to suffer now thanks . they will not rest until the rebellion is successful and them and their brother can get nice little cottages out in the mountains and live happily :) no fear of anything ...

aaaand im putting the rest under the cut bc otherwise this post WILL be a million miles long

35. Do they consider themselves childish/mature for their age?

Swords: mature! she thinks shes more mature than most people she meets, the only exception would be any mentor figures in her life, like you know, henrietta, her grandmother, etc. but generally if she meets someone shes like i know more and am more mature than u. this especially applies to those in the rebellion

Wiz: he likes to think mature, or even just like on equal footing w people around his age, but he knows hes childish for his age :( really the only person he really genuinely thinks hes more mature than is his brother and even with him hes like 'ok but thats mainly bc i literally am older than him'. wiz has issues ✌

Daggers: mature, she puts on a front that seems more childish and naive but inside shes like all you bitches are so childish i care about REAL iissues. like . how i am soso mentally ill and have issues. and the govt and the world. sooooo im more mature.

Hook: TBH, hook doesnt rly think theyre childish OR mature for their age, they find themself on pretty equal footing no matter who theyre talking to bc theyre like pretty casual and prefer to like have equality between ppl theyre talking to and like dont care at all about filling in roles, like being more of a mentor figure OR being someone who is menteed you know? but theyre mature for their age, especially when they were a child, growing up on the streets with no parents and a little brother will do that to you ✌

39. What does your character believe their party lacks?

Swords: For the rebellion well . its a little obvious, theres no real direction to it still!! most of the other things the rebellion lacks though has recently been fulfilled since the pcs came back and picked out a lil hq location :) theres also a part of her that thinks the rebellion without henrietta will always be lacking something and all of that but shes !! working on it !!

Wiz: also thinks the rebellion lacks a clear direction, and that it lacks people who genuinely care about the cause and arent just doing this to puppet the old rebellions corpse to get it to success. hes WORKING on the direction part. being the leader and all . but its still hard since there is no real unified vision of the rebellion anymore, just anecdotes of the old one. Wiz would rather the rebellion either not exist at all or that people forgot about the old one. too bad its almost a requirement that the old rebellion be brought up and people from it to join for the success of this one <3

Daggers: being that she hasnt ever had experience being in a group like this before, idk if she has much of a thought on what it lacks! maybe people that focus more on details instead of the big picture, which is how it feels rn, everthings kind of vague and depersonalized, which worked back when it was small but now its getting bigger and people might get lost in all of this bustle... u kno?

Hook: basically a conglomerate opinion of all the previous ones. Hook honestly doesnt care too too much about the rebellion as a whole, and mainly just hopes that it never lacks the ability for the to have some independence, that they can do what they need to do and nobody will hold them back.

44. How do they hold onto people?

this is such an interesting q... many ways to interpret this...

Swords: GUILT!!!! swords is pretty openly a manipulator honestly when it comes down to this. its not even conscious honestly. she doesnt want people to ever leave her bc it makes her feel a bit worthless and stuff so she just tries her best to make sure people stick around :) in whatever ways she possibly can ! this all only really happens if she can tell people are like distancing themselves from her tho btw.. otherwise its business as usual!

Wiz: honestly. by being dependable. wiz only really knows how to exist when its deferential to another person. its partially why him being the leader has sucked but this also means that should he be shoved, he will get stuff done. and he knows that people need people who can get stuff done, thus making him kinda indispensable. kinda manipulative but ummmm u guyys dont even know he . is . a little bit lmao . (btw this is also why he was a terrible brother <3) (also regardless of whether wiz likes someone or not, he tends to try and hold onto them... kinda cringe)

Daggers: by trying her best to be loveable. trying to mold herself into someone desireable that people will see as attractive and worthy of their time and attention. this model is mostly based on her sister who managed to hold the entirety of her family but its . not successful at all <3 but that doesnt mean she wont stop trying to be her inauthentic self until her identity is purely based on what she thinks others enjoy. though, if she doesnt like someone, she wont try too hard to hold onto them

Hook: by taking care of them, chilling with them... being a good friend :) you can usually tell if they like you because theyll chill around u like a cat... and also like bring u thngs... again like a cat... theyre not too dissimilar from how wiz does but in a less like... deferential way and more of a parental way almost? it can ofc become deferential tho, and in most times if hook wants someone to like them, they will become very sort of... not subserviant but like... very obviously only doing things that will make them liked by that person and not caring much about themself? more selfless than selfish ! much like daggers, but going even farther, if hook knows someone doesnt like.. want to be held onto then they will let them go...

54. What is something they currently look forward to? What is something they dread?

Swords: shes looking forward to having the PCs back around and also getting this rebellion together!! shes excite to see where everything gets taken and their future victories, of course that also comes with the absolute dread of failure, of death and destruction happening to those she loves... so :)

Wiz: YOU GUYS ALREADY KNOW WHAT HES DREADING!! but for people who arent in this dnd game, wiz is soooososoo anxious abt his recent sudden multiclass into cleric bc he hates divinity and gods and everything and is like if i got possessed by a god its all over . and right when i was actually trying to be a good leader too 😭 I will say tho.. he is looking forward to the rebellion... maybe working out and having more people around... new people to meet and chat with... the pcs to be around and be silly... also he missed daggers <3

Daggers: She is looking forward to having more people around that she is much more familiar with, being able to chill after a long hard two missions in a row, and to be able to like... process everything in a more healthy way and like... u kno, having a support system instead of people she barely knows and who she knows dont like her very much... i think she is dreading a little bit like... actually moving past this all though? like who is she going to be when she actually moves past her grief and her fear of death and feeling like genuinely yes she is not a bad person for having accidentally killed someone... who will she be... shes a bit unsure and a bit nervous of that...

Hook: hook WAS looking forward to seeing their brother finally for the first time in like 10 years but then it happened and it was great!!! so now theyre looking forward to the past... looking forward to the rebellion being put together like it was before and being able to help people, fix things, be useful and not only to their siblings or to their friends! theres more people around, more things to do, more stuff to just get into... its gonna be fun ^-^ but i do think they dread losing people, probably are going to be very on people about like .. fortifying the hq so theres no chance they could lose their brother or anyone they care about ever again !!

62. Who does your character think is the most put together in the party?

Swords: in the rebellion? herself. She thinks shes mature, prepared, experienced, etc etc... the only thing is that if shes ever like... prodded on this or have to actually SHOW that shes most put together she will crumple <3 in the PCs party..... rushi probably! reminds her of her grandmother who was a big mentor figure in her life and so shes like :) she has it all under control :)

Wiz: in the rebellion........ probably nobody. in the pcs party ALSO NOBODY 🥳 he 1- has trust issues and 2- is very cynical and pessmistic, so not only is he like nah i dont think anyone really has it together, but he doesnt TRUST that anyone does. If you stretch . maybe at most he thinks jacques and talfryn both have something, but even then wiz is like theyre YOUNG theyll make dumb mistakes that show they have NOTHING together... but yea

Daggers: in the rebellion, wiz! shes very much like... hes the leader... ofc he has everything toegther... plus u know, hes a paternal figure to her and that makes her VERY biased in who she thinks to go to for anything or even just like... thinking about whos got it together. in the PCs party, probably talfryn. he reminds her of her older brother whos probably one of the most successful people in her family, plus hes got some like very good self assurance that really show her that hes got things under control.

Hook: in the rebellion....... themselves. and in the PCs party, nobody probably? I think that much like wiz, hook is a bit cynical, plus although they dont really show it, they are a bit self assured, they know what they can deal with, what they can do, and dont really trust that other people know that of themselves and that theyll easily overextend themselves u kno?

64. What is one thing they want each party member to know?

Swords: in the rebellion.... 🤔 probably she desperately wants daggers to know that she doesnt hate her, that she doesnt have any ill will towards her and in fact, would like her and hang out w her if she wasnt soooo touchy about things. in the PCs.... probably wants all them to really know that she wants to b closer to them and like appreciates them... i think swords really doesnt think people GET how much she apprecates them... or like enjoys their presence...

Wiz: in the rebellion..... you know what, i think both in the rebellion and in the PCs he wants people to know that he . is so sorry for being a lil shit <3 he doesnt really like ... talk in an earnest way so really any earnest feelings he has he would like people to know about and i think right now hes just like man. this could have been happening way earlier if i just had chilled out. like he doesnt recognize his mistakes in the moment and will often defend them but god forbid he actually apologize after the fact, he wishes he could just BEAM the knowledge of these apologies and everything into peoples minds.

Daggers: I think for both the pcs and the rebellion she probably would want them to know about her... to understand her in some kind of way so theres no real confusion when talking to them, and so maybe theyll be able to fully point her in the right direction when it comes to advice and stuff, bc she feels like ppl dont really truely KNOW her... or know HER u kno?

Hook: honestly . hook wishes that people would just . know how to communicate with them. im sure its probably really frustrating dealing with the PCs bc they have to do a less direct way of talking to them (through typing on their phone) bc like while theyre fast at typing they find it easier to just SIGN. and as far as the rebellion, they want wiz and probably swords too to know that theyre not like . going anywhere... even tho they have their brother back, theyre still there for wiz and swords... still able to be friends with them u kno?

69. Journey or Destination?

Swords: Journey! a very big believer in the whole dont cry because its over smile because it happened person, this isnt to say that she DOESNT cry because its over of course, she gets sad about the idea of the rebellion ending but is excited about it being successful! but ... of course she still does enjoy the thrills of victories and having people to support her through losses... etc... so she likes the journey more ^-^

Wiz: Journey, wiz dreads the destination always. the journey is more fun and everything is somewhat more stable somehow, but the destination is when everything ends, everyone goes home and the show is over.

Daggers: Destination, she values results more than what gets those results. plus most of the time she just finds journeys to be tedious and wants for any suffering to be over with immediately!! shes sick of it!! but also shes addicted to it so <3 even tho she desires the destination she may never get it bc she will always look for the destination u kno?

Hook: Destination, they just want to chill . please . plus journeys are dangerous and people do bad things and they do bad things and its just BAD. can we get to the part where we're all drinking margaritas with little umbrellas on the beach now? pls?

#FINALLY GOT THIS DONE . <3 #SORRY especially to the anon . i will answer ur qs soon... but for now.... zee gets a little treat 💖 #rev lore #dnd comeback #DW . I WILL WRITE A BIG POST ABT THIS GAME SOON #probably right after i solve some silt verses cyphers #ignore any spelling mistakes also pls

[gxldenflower]

modern/normal/domestic AU where the TVA is just some Company and loki sets up mobius and reader on a blind date

#archer speaks. #literally i want to write nothing but modern au's with mobius #it's not an issue i just wanna live in a cottage with him without issues #agent mobius #mobius #loki odinson #marvel #loki tv series #loki spoilers

[miraculousmaladys]

TFP If You Ship...

Starscream Edition

Updated: KOSS added, Starcee revised

Starop: you just want Starscream to be happy, you want Optimus to be selfish for fucking ONCE PLEASE. Usually a ship based around character development/un-development and positivity. Also its funny watching Starscream absolutely refuse any of Optimus's advice only to watch him either accidentally take it or use it.

Megastar: you either really hate Starscream, or you really hate Megatron, or you hate them both. You may also just really like the thought of these two being an absolute POWER COUPLE with major issues. This ship is riddled with character development possibilities, and MULTIPLE plot ideas; this ship could go several ways and I'm here for it.

Starwave: shut the fuck up, this can't exist..... it does? Holy fuck- uh well honestly, it seems like y'all just wanna lowkey see Soundwave DO more. Especially in TFP. Take charge and be selfish. This could also be a plot thing, as some have the HC that in TFP Soundwave is a victim of slavecoding. You just wanna be watched over by a lowkey unstoppable force and I’m here for it.

Stardown n'out/ BreakStarOut/ etc.: this ship could have multiple names and I'm upset at the gays for not coming up with something. You probably just want them all to find SOME kind of comfort with each other on the Nemesis, but some of you absolutely wanna see them all Manipulate, Girlboss, and Malewife their way outta shit.

StarShock: you bitch. You pretentious whore. I love you. They fit together really well physically given the fact that Shockwave thick as fuck and Starscream is a literal twig. I can see one-sided pining from either side with this one. Y'all just wanna be chased huh.

Starbee: yall just wanna soil the UwU babu thing Bee has going on, tbh I can live with that. Bee taking charge and being his own leader and Starscream learning to be a little more positive to himself and others. This ship is very similar to StarOp but Bee's getting more than just 'learning to put himself first' out of it which is cute.

Starchet: TWO CRUSTY OLD MEN BAKING ENERGON COOKIES AND COMPLAINING ABOUT THEIR CO-WORKERS. TWO CRUSTY OLD MEN DRINKING HOT ENER-T IN THEIR LITTLE COTTAGE IN THE WOO-

Starjack: I have never seen a more crackhead ass ship. What the fuck was y'all thinking. Pretty sure your answer would be "why the fuck would we think?" This is what happens when you pair that one kid who barked and bit people on the playground with the know it all kid who took up class time kissing the teachers ass. We all hate them with a passion but their relationships been going strong for 20 years and they are highschool sweet hearts. Good for them.

Starscreen: you are horny, in a take care of me I take care of you and we cuddle afterwards but also love me kinda way

*Starcee: you are horny, in a "dominate me mommy" kinda way. BOTH ways. Switch huh? Switch who? Arcee definitely tops most of the time. This ship argues as foreplay. This ship also has the smaller one running things, but both fucking SLAY when it comes down to the deep shit. This ship could be angsty as fuck, but could also be the most therapeutic fucking hurt/comfort thing anyone has ever SEEN.

Starbulk/ Bulkstar/ Bulkscream/ idk the names don’t mesh well: .....holy fuck this is a thing? This is a thing and no one told me?? Hang on...ok so I found like 7 stories on archiveofourown. Y'all are definitely starving I'm so fucking sorry. This is probably one of the only mentions of your ship you will ever find that isn't a porn without plot/some plot fanfiction.

Star.....magnus??/ MagnusStar: ok hear me out I can totally see this being a thing. Both are SiC and....honestly babes BDSM?? All of it. Dominant Stars and body worshipping Magnus??? You don't know WHERE this ship could go. Could be absolutely filthy or an exploration of both their characters given that they are sort of two sides of the same coin.

Shattered Glass Starscream/ literally anyone: tbh you a hoe and I hate you and you probably just want to be loved. You ain't fooling no fuckin' body he is your self insert.

*KOSS: This ship has red bottom energy, a look that screams parada and a mouth that turns words into knives that kills peoples self esteem. This ship uses spinal struts as accessories to go along with its new finish. Honestly these two could be such a power couple but they’re both...pretty fucking scared. Like all the time. I wanna make jokes about this ship but given what happens in the show- bro this ship is just fluff/comfort because the hurt is implied. Ain’t even gotta put it in the tags- anyway the people that ship this as their top ship scare me but I know y’all to hurt to actually do anything. You probably come to this ship to live vicariously through either character or your kinning one of these bitches. I say this as a feminine guy who sees themself in knockout.

//Good morning lovelies, I'm serving you violence wrapped in kindness today. Don’t be afraid to msg me abt spelling/grammar errors, or if you want you can send me a ship to add lol. 

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp #optimus prime #starop #megastar #knockout x breakdown x starscream #starjack #wheelscream #starcee #starscream x arcee #starscream × smokescreen #starscreen #starbee #starscream x bumblebee #starscream x optimus prime #starscream x wheeljack #starscream x ultra magnus #KOSS #starscream x knockout #knockout x starscream #starscream x megatron

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (January 14/2021) - Dawn of an Empire

While the day is at first full of happy bonding moments with Techno and Ranboo, and Tubbo continues work on Snowchester, things take a turn for the sorrowful as Puffy questions her stance in the server’s conflicts and wonders what it truly means to be a knight. 

Later, Badboyhalo gathers a Roundtable on the Crimson together to discuss matters concerning the containment of the Egg, and the future of the Badlands.

Now that L’manburg has fallen, it might be time to take a step forward into a new age.

It’s the spark of a new alliance.

The rise...

Of the Eggpire.

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- Dream whispers to Techno that he’s currently living at his mysterious house far away. 

- Techno comes up with a plan to name his dogs after donators.

- Dream also tells Tubbo he’ll kill him soon. (Uncertain if the things he said are jokes or serious)

- Ranboo gives Techno the axe that he made to replace the Axe of Peace.

- Ranboo tells Techno that he’s planning on going off to find another Woodland Mansion

- Techno’s dogs kill Edward. Rest in Peace.

- Tubbo goes to collect ice from the ice biome for Snowchester

- Ranboo shows Techno the stronghold.

- They then set off through the Nether on another roadtrip. Apparently, Techno still has some plans that may involve some violence in the future.

- They reach the Woodland Mansion and loot it.

- They then commit some mild arson, then head back.

- Techno says goodbye. Ranboo now has three more Totems -- three extra lives!

- Puffy looks out at the L’manburg Crater, saddened by all the loss and destruction. She’s unsure of where her loyalties lie.

She considered Techno and Dream her friends -- and her duckling! But can she really support someone who did this?

“Right now, this castle is a hollow nothing...it’s just a title...There’s no consequence, ever. It just happens, and people just get sad, and they have to suffer their feelings and move on...We need safety, we need security, and happiness. We can’t live in fear.”

“To Dream, my duckling...I might be a villain. I don’t wanna be, but it’s what needs to happen. I might have to sacrifice...”

She questions what her duty is as a knight of the SMP, and starts to write her statements in a book.

“Sometimes being a hero to others comes at the consequence of being a villain to those who you hold closest.”

- She goes to destroy the cottage she made for Dream.

“I did this ‘cause he didn’t have a home...and everybody, no matter how cold, or violent, or angry, or maybe even unforgiving they may be... Everyone deserves a home, a place they can go to at night to feel comfortable and safe.”

- She burns it down. A lot of the non-flammable blocks remain, though.

- Puffy starts listening to “TNT” by CaptainSparklez and TryHardNinja as she explodes the rest of the house with TNT.

- In the explosion, though, she exposes Dream’s old house as well (as it was directly below the cottage) and blows some of it up by accident, instantly regretting it. 

She’s very surprised that she built a whole new home for Dream right on top of his old base without even knowing it was there.

- She decides it was a happy accident, and now Dream is fully homeless. She still puts everything back in the chests, though, to clean up. 

- She finds in one of the old chests an abandoned copy of “Blocks” and decides to keep it. It isn’t Tommy’s canon disc, but she decides to give it meaning anyway.

“This disc might not have started canon...but it’s canon now...Red, because of all the bloodshed and wars that have been waged over them.”

- She goes back to the crater as it starts to rain and thunder, and questions whether she should keep the disc or burn it. Or perhaps give it to Tommy?

- Puffy decides that she has sympathy for Tommy. Sure, Tommy’s made mistakes, but he’s young and has been exiled twice now! He’s already paid for the things he’s done enough. Does he really deserve all of this? And poor Tubbo as well, being put in such a tough position, leading a country.

- She decides that the Glitch Cube can be her panic room for the time being.

- She goes to the Castle, thinking about how useless it is. It’s just a symbol with no real meaning behind it. Not by the fault of Eret, but because Dream calls all the shots. Eret is the king, but has zero control.

- Puffy then looks at the ruins of the Community House. Who’s to say it wasn’t Dream who did it? How do they know it was really Tommy?

- She thinks that when somebody’s made mistakes, you have to be there for them and help them grow instead of just exiling them and leaving them alone to rot. Tommy’s suffered enough consequences for his actions. He doesn’t need to be blamed anymore.

- She wonders why Techno can spawn thirty withers and not be exiled, but all Tommy does is grief George’s house a little and he gets sent miles away? There’s a double standard.

She believes in justice, not cruelty. And exile is cruelty.

- Skeppy comes online and she gets into the Skeppy Maid skin, as one does.

- Puffy goes to set up a beacon in her base. She creates it using one of the stars she got from the Doomsday withers. 

- Puffy then gets a pet spider named Peter Parkour.

- Bad comes online and Puffy shows him her Catboy Skeppy outfit.

- Puffy also gets a slime pet and names it Jream.

- Later, Bad comes online to gather a roundtable about the Egg. Punz, Puffy and Ant come online to join in. As Bad refers to them, the “Egg People.”

- Bad begins the meeting by saying that the Egg has become a problem. What is there to be done?

He also mentions the carnage that took place in L’manburg. They quarantined the Egg and kept it from spreading its Vines across the server. 

Bad proposes that instead of keeping the Egg contained...they break the containment and allow it to spread again.

- Ant insists that Bad must be corrupted somehow, while Bad claims that Skeppy has been cleansed of the Egg’s influence and that whole situation is just a matter of getting him back to normal.

- Bad seems convinced that L’manburg being gone has something to do with them keeping the Egg contained.

- Bad likes that L’manburg is gone, but it’s problematic that there’s so much chaos coming from Dream and other members of the SMP. He wanted L’manburg to remain a source of conflict, and now the Badlands lacks a consistent source of chaos for the server since Dream blew it up.

And he thinks that the Egg is just the right amount of chaos that is needed.

- Punz and Puffy, the Dream SMP faction members, both think Bad has lost it. What about peace? Who knows what the Egg could do?

- Bad points out that the Egg isn’t in the Badlands. It’s in the heart of the Dream SMP. 

If they let the Vines spread, it would give the Badlands an opportunity to take control with the one other large remaining faction weakened.

- Puffy loves the Vines, but she wants the peace to remain. Bad says that peace is never going to happen with the Egg’s power being concentrated in an isolated chamber. The potency of its influence will only grow.

- Bad suggests they look at the Egg to prove a point.

- He asks the Dream SMP members what they want, since he’s already made a case for the Badlands. 

Punz says that he’s “factionless...”

- The entire Egg Room is completely covered, and new growths seem to have appeared on the Egg. Its power is so concentrated that even Punz, who had before always had immunity to its effects, says that he’s starting to feel something.

- “Little Red,” the pet Vine that Ponk has in his Casino, has “flowered” and...turned green?

Ponk apparently poured holy Twitch Prime water on it.

- They go back to the Roundtable and Bad asks if Puffy and Punz want to join the Badlands. 

He says that he has a long-term plan, and that if Punz and Puffy join them in their forces? They could easily take over all of the Badlands territory.

He proposes they let the Egg go and wipe out the entire portion of the Dream SMP while the Badlands searches for a counter to it. They come in after the chaos, clear the Egg with their methods, being the “saviors,” and 

TAKE OVER THE ENTIRETY OF THE DREAM SMP TERRITORY, FORMING THE BADLANDS EMPIRE.

- Puffy says that she thinks Bad is turning into a tyrant. Bad says that he wants the Badlands to be a collective, all with equal say in the government instead of one ruler controlling everything. All the factions with one ruler have faced issues.

- Punz says that he’s willing to work towards chaos. He supports the idea that Bad has. Bad suggests that if Punz and Puffy agree, the Badlands can incorporate Punz’s territory and Puffy’s temple. Punz and Puffy are not a part of the Badlands faction, just part of the incorporated territories of the Empire.

- Bad wants an Empire name.

---

He declares that the Formation between the Badlands, Punz and Puffy shall henceforth be known as: 

THE EGGPIRE

“Let’s let chaos reign over the Dream SMP.”

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- They go down to the Egg Room to destroy the barriers keeping it in.

“Eggcellent.”

As they destroy it, Bad says he’s grown fond of the way the Vines look. Wouldn’t it look nice if these spread all over the server?

He wonders if Sam would be in agreement with this.

Puffy is still having a few doubts, but Bad insists that all this current chaos will be in the name of achieving eventual peace once all other faction conflicts have been wiped away.

- What’s the best place to plant the seed of the Vines?

Badboyhalo suggests the Crater. 

The Ruins of L’manburg.

- Puffy thinks they all should have protected L’manburg. Punz hesitates...he says he “tried his best to help,” but that they should move on and upgrade the Crater with a little floral decoration.

- They head to the Crater and begin planting seeds of the Crimson all around the L’manburg Flag at the bedrock.

- Badboyhalo believes that, once they take complete control...

It will be the ultimate utopia.

- All they need to do now is convince Sam to go along with the idea. Punz suggests that they get him to go down into the Egg Room without a Prime Suit on.

- The egg puns are getting out of hand. This is an issue.

- Lastly, they gather together, the members of the new Eggpire, in the Church of Prime.

- Puffy still feels that she’s the only voice of reason, and wonders whether she’ll have to warn the others about the Badlands’ plan.

- Once he’s stepped away from the other members, Bad reveals that underneath his disguise, his red has been drained away to gray and white just like the Egg did to his statue. He doesn’t want the others to know yet, but thinks Antfrost was close to catching on.

- Meanwhile, Puffy continues to write in the Captain’s Log -- her journal from earlier. She is very concerned about these new developments.

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Upcoming Events:

- Futuristic Tales From the SMP Episode

- Tommy’s plan to kill Dream

- The eventual reveal of Pandora’s Vault

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

[rpd-rookie]

After all things he saw and been through, Leon could use some rest... So how about Leon x reader on vacation in some remote, distant place, phone turned off, Hannigan banned from contacting him over new assignments? I guess it would be perfect for post-Vendetta? I don't really care it it's going to be fluff, smut or whatever - I just want him to take his time off and simply enjoy his leave, wherever he'd go. ^_~

Author’s note: Sorry about the long wait. This OS actually became so long I decided to make it a 2 or 3 chapters long fanfic. Here’s the first prt. Hoping you’ll love it.

Warning: Angst, Mention of Alcoholism and Depression, Language, Mention of sex.

Information : Y/SN = your second name

Holidays - Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader

A fresh marine breeze entered the room through the ajar French window, flapping the white muslin curtains like two small sails. It caressed his clammy naked body and a salty smell came to tickle his nose, reminding him a time when, as a kid, he used to go visit his grandparents in their small beach house in South Carolina, a time that was far gone but that he kept close to his heart.           And so he sprawled on the mattress, a bit like a funny starfish, his blue eyes still shut, trying to linger in his memory and in his bed a little longer, at least until Hunnigan calls him to warn him not to be late to another umpteenth appointment with his DSO colleagues or the president.           Only when he felt a delicate hand brush his hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear like his mother used to do when he was a child, and finally met a pair of gorgeous (colour) eyes did he realise two things.   One, Hunnigan won’t call this morning. Two, holidays were awesome.

Part 1: THE MEETING

           Scott Rossi. That was the name he had given when he had registered in this remote cottage-like hotel three days ago on the north coasts of Nova Scotia. Nothing original and probably too easy to guess – it was his father’s first name and his mother last name after all. A fake identity he had judged necessary to disappear from the DSO’s radar for a little while.     He needed to be left alone. For his wellness and his sanity even though a part of him knew drinking his sorrow away wasn’t what was best for that so-called wellness he wanted back. But it was the only solution he had found to forget. Forget about New York. Forget about the car bombing in DC. Forget about that bullet he put in President Benford’s head. Forget about everything that had led him here, drinking in this bar. But the road to forgetting was hard and the escape too momentary. And the more whisky he poured in his glass to more he seemed to drown in his bottomless pit of pain and depression.           “Tough day or you’re just not confident in your masculinity?” Usually, Leon would have ignored such a nosy question, the same way he would have ignored another over-curious judgy person, with characteristic stoicism. But there was something in that question, something in that voice - though he couldn’t pinpoint what - that made him look up from the amber liquid in his glass. Perhaps was it the strangeness of that question. Or perhaps was it that voice, confident and full of nerve, reminding Leon of old times, old friends, bold young agents and femme fatales. Or perhaps, was it simply because she was a woman and God knew how much Leon couldn’t ignore one, wasted or not.     She was a (hair colour) with piercing (colour) eyes, wearing a long marine blue coat over a nice black dress. Elegant. Self-assured. Pretty. Very pretty … Actually too pretty to hang out in some lousy hotel bar like the one she was in right now. A city girl maybe. “Excuse me?”           “The whisky. My father used to say it’s a drink for fags.” Leon’s eyes widened briefly and she added, unsettled by his surprise as if she had expected it. “But then again, my father was an asshole who didn’t know shit about anything. So tough day, huh?” Leon snickered and remained surprisingly troubled for a few second. Needless to say, he wasn’t used being caught off guard like that. “More like tough life” He finally corrected. She nodded and, unable to resist curiosity – even though she had the impression the man was certainly not the kind to easily open up to strangers -  quickly went to sit closer to him bringing her tequila along with her. “I’m all ears.”   “I don’t need a therapy.” His tone was curt and harsh and he took a sip of whisky looking away from her, thinking she would get the message and leave him to finish his fancy bottle of Glenfiddich in peace. But she did not move and simply waited, her observing eyes set on him as if she was trying to read his mind or something.       He glanced towards her only to see her sigh and take off her coat like an insect would shed their skin, offering Leon the sight of her beautiful wasp-like body covered in black silk, a sight that didn’t leave him indifferent. After all, she had an exquisite silhouette. Curvy with a narrow waist that her skin-tight black dress could bring out with ease. “Let me guess, after fifteen years of marriage, your wife cheated on you with your best friend because you were the kind of man who lived for his job instead of his family and now he’s taking care of your kids in your own house and they call him daddy.”         “Couldn’t be moooore wrong.” He had a quick laugh, not because he thought her soap opera-like story was amusing but because he actually never imagined someone would picture him married with kids. Did he look the type? He didn’t think so. “Maybe. But at least now I know you’re not married.” Leon glanced at her again, astonished by her audacity. No one had ever flirted with him that way. Though he wasn’t even sure she was flirting. “Are you sweet-talking me or something?”         She shrugged her

shoulders leaving the place for any sort of answer and Leon said “You know, you could have just look at my hand.”     “I did actually but I just wanted to make sure.” She had a quick seductive smile and smoothly bent towards Leon who peeped at her décolletage for a second before focusing on his drink again. “By the way, is shooting a hobby or part of your job?” Leon froze, his glass half way between the counter and his lips and stared at her. “How …”             “The calluses on your fingertips. Only a shooter has that kind of hands.” He couldn’t help but be impressed and after drinking his whisky in one go, he naturally sat up straight on his stool to scrutinize her, suddenly more that interested in that mysterious girl. “You’re observant.”   “Y/N actually.” She extended her hand and, after a short hesitation, he shook it with an amused smile, undeniably seduced by that cheeky attitude that suited her so well. Her skin was so soft and cold against his, he instinctively kept her hand in his to warm it up. A lovely gesture yet certainly a bit inappropriate. Either way, the girl said nothing and let him hold her hand. “I’m L… Scott. I’m Scott” He finally replied as he let go of her hand, slightly uncomfortable. “ Fine, then I’m Y/SN.”     Leon frowned, his face showing a mix of confusion and amusement. “You just said your name was Y/N.”         “Yeah but that was before you chose to lie.” She grimaced, emptied her shot of tequila and called the waiter with a small hand gesture to ask for a refill, not even slightly disappointed in Leon for lying. “I didn’t lie.” Not really. She put down her hand as she realised the barman, who was flirting with a man at the end of the counter, would not notice her.     “Of course you did. But I’ll allow it. I guess that’s just another silly way to cope with your tough life for a night. Though, it seems it’s as useless as alcohol” She took Leon’s glass and emptied it without looking away from the agent.       “I’m trying to enjoy my holidays at the fullest.” He confessed and that was the truth. “Is it working?” She placed the glass, now stained with her lipstick, in front of him and he shrugged, showing her the bottle of alcohol by his side before pouring himself another drink. “No, not really.”             “Thought so.”            

She took the whisky again, this time from Leon’s hand but he did not protest. He didn’t care about that damn liquor. He could definitely afford another bottle. The company however … He knew he would never find another girl like the one sitting next to him. “So, Y/N. What are you doing here?” He asked, his eyes fixed upon her face. “Who’s Y/N?” She replied with a cheeky wink and Leon smiled and chuckled. It hadn’t done that in a while.  “Are we really gonna play this lie the whole night?” Part of him hoped so. There was something endearing and refreshing in that little game, the same way there was something terribly irresistible in that girl.       “You wanna spend the whole night with me? Who told you I was that kind of girl?” She harrumphed, hand over her heart like an amazingly lame actress, an overly dramatic gesture that was certainly intended.         “You’re impossible.” Leon confessed but there was no hint of criticism or annoyance, quite the opposite. He was actually having fun drinking here with that girl he didn’t know. “No. I’m just a girl pretending to be someone she’s not – aka Y/SN - talking to a man named Scott who just lost his wife and kids to his best friend.”           “Not just his wife and kids, his dog too. A beagle. Poppy.” She laughed, getting the tiny nod to John Wick and he looked glad that she did. “And what’s Y/SN’s backstory?”             “I found yours. You could at least found mine.” She retorted and let him think. And for a second, as she stared at him scratching his stubble, finding him insanely handsome, she realised he hadn’t touch his drink in a small while. Good.   “Y/SN is a college student with unresolved daddy issues trying to get the attention of a man possibly twice her age to cope with the fear of abandonment his father left her with when he left her and her mom.”         “Was Dad an alcoholic?” She declared on purpose, just to see if the word would trigger his desire to drink. It incredibly did not.   “Might explain why you’re so interested in a loser like me.”

She stayed the whole night with him. Talking. Playing. Flirting in ways only she could do. Creating an undeniable connection, a sharp sexual tension that only a man deprived of all senses would have missed. She gave him a signal (if not more) with her eyes, called him with her lips. And he responded with a similar technique, a similar enthusiasm. And at the end of the night, when she got up from her stool and kissed him goodbye, right at the corner of his lips, she realised she could potentially spend the hottest night of her life if she chose to lead him in her room. After all, it was no secret for either of them. She wanted to fuck him and he wanted to fuck her.           But a part of her decided to play hard to get, decided that this night would be a sweet game, a foreplay in their roleplay. And luckily for her, he was a player. Just like her.

#Leon Kennedy #leon s kennedy #fanfic #request #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader

[mackeydoodledoo]

Family History

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Cassia Beryl (Fem!Demigod) [Non-romantic]

Summary: You were finally ready to talk to Agatha about her Father. However, you had to leave Wanda, you pained to leave her. But Wanda reassured you she'd be fine for a couple of days alone and that it was time for you to make some amends. So you make your solo journey to visit Agatha.

Warning(s): Daddy Issues, Past Trauma, slight SMUT (Agatha’s memories)

A/N: This is after Promises. Where Cassia visits Agatha (before the events of Multiverse of Madness) and is finally comfortable enough for her godly parent history. Btw, Cassia and Wanda are now dating :)

----------------------------------- You emerge from a puddle in Agnes' driveway. You could feel your heart in your ears and your breaths caught in your throat. 

"Cass, I think it's time for you to make amends with your father," Wanda suggests, "Go see Agatha and see what your father's history is all about." 

"But. But Wanda I'm not going to-" 

"Love, I'm going to be fine," she says as she kisses your cheek, "It's been months now. I think it's time." 

You sigh. You could feel Wanda's fingers curl against your cheek, you lean into her touch and hold her hand. 

"I.. I don't know if I can leave you again," you sigh, "I can't." 

"I can survive a few days without you breathing down my neck Cass," Wanda replies calmly, "Go. I'll be fine." 

And now you're here... Back in that hell hole. However, you shook off your nerves and began walking toward Agnes' door, now donning a more blendable outfit. 

"Hiya hon," Agnes says after she opens the door 

"Agath- I mean Agnes right?" You ask, trying to sound unsuspicious 

"That’s me hon," she smiles, "why don't you come in?" 

Nervous, you walk in and seat yourself right across from Agnes. 

"Have we met before hon?" She asks, giving you that creepy smile 

"Yes and no," you say,  "Well, when I used to live here we were neighbors. Then I moved out for awhile and I think you don’t remember me." 

"Non-sense hon I remember everyone that comes and goes." She says, "Now let me get a look at you hot stuff." 

You nearly blush however, getting the vile Wanda gave you before you left. 

"Here's some of my magic to mix with your water abilities to get Agatha to remember her true self,"  Wanda holds out the vile to you 

"Oh, thanks," you say, "I could easily do it myself you know 

"Yeah, but my magic has a good hold on her, so your water memory won't work as well," she says, "now get out of here." 

You give her a short but sweet kiss and then run into the water set out in front of you.

In a heartbeat, mixing your water "magic" with Wanda's, you toss it at Agnes, Agatha coming back through. 

"Oh... What are you doing here?" She asks, monotonous 

"Okay, listen, I know I tricked you before, but this time; no tricks, nothing up my sleeve, no escape plan," you say, "Just me. I know when I told you then I wanted to know about your history with my father... And when I told you I'd come back around when I'm ready to talk about it? Well, this is the moment I'm ready. So start talking." 

Agatha sits back into her chair as she looks up at the ceiling, wondering where to start. She then used her magic to take the two of you back into her memories. 

"It started when I was in a trial with my coven," she begins 

[Seven Witches begin chanting in Latin] 

"I can't control it!" Young Agatha pleas, "If only you would teach me! Mother please!" 

Their hands began glowing blue; flowing with magic. However, before they could make use of said magic, they hear the water beginning to run louder and louder. They all turn to see the commotion. A vortex forming; then a figure flying out of it. Shards of ice begin forming at the figures' will and then pierces each sister, however, the supposed leader of the coven destroys it before it reaches her. The figure lands in front of Agatha. 

"You shouldn't be having such trials near my home. Finding bodies in the ocean isn't fun," the figure says 

"He was... Handsome, god he was just... dazzling," Agatha says, breathlessly 

"Yeah, well they're always dazzling," you scoff, your attention back onto the memory 

The man and the witch fight however, the witch gaining he upper hand. But, Agatha manages to break free from the magical binds and shoots purple colored magic at her. 

"You have betrayed your coven!" The witch yells 

"Yet you are trying to kill your own daughter?" Agatha spits back 

The old witch stood again, this time, a faint blue crown forming along her forehead. She chants in Latin and throws the same blue magic at Agatha. The man watches in agony as the beautiful woman he saved is in pain. But, the purple magic Agatha possesses, begins over powering the blue magic, the man looks over to the old witch and notices that their life-force is being drained. Once the old witch collapsed, the young witch walks over to her and takes something off of the now dead witch. 

"You saved my life?" She asks 

"That I did," he says, standing up, "a woman as beautiful as you shouldn't go through this." 

Time skips to a month later and you see the man; Poseidon emerging from the water and running over to a cottage. You watch as your father knocks on the door; Agatha opens it and let's him in. Another time skip to a couple months later and you see them sitting next to one another on the single bed. 

"I've never met anyone like you, as extraordinary as you are," he says as he gently takes hold of the young witch's hand 

"Oh fun that’s where I got the fascination for magical beings from," you groan 

"And I've never fell in love with a god before," she says, leaning closer to him 

He closes the gap between them and His fingers running into her hair. She climbs into his lap as his other arm coils around her waist. Her hands cup his cheeks as she deepens the kiss. He strips off  his shirt, revealing his toned body. He pushes Agatha back onto the bed. However, she stops him before then and she stands up, with her back towards him. In an instant he knew what she wanted him to do, he stands up and unbuttoned her dress. He watches it fall down her luscious figure as she slowly turns around to face him. 

"You're really making me watch this?" You lean over to the present Agatha as you watch the young Agatha and your father get intimate 

"We don't have to if you don’t wanna watch," present Agatha groans as she snaps her fingers, slightly time skipping to the morning 

Young Agatha turns over and smiles when she sees your father was still there.  But, he stirs and opens his eyes. Looking down at her. 

"Good morning," she yawns 

"Morning," he says, with a raspy yet attractive low tone 

Another time skip to when Agatha and Cassia's Father are near the ocean. 

"Do you have to go?" Agatha asks, sorrowfully 

"I must," he says, tucking hair behind Agatha's ear, "But I'm certain we can see each other again somewhere in the future." 

The both of them look down to Agatha's belly... Pregnant... 

"Tell our child of how proud I am of him," he says 

He turns from Agatha and leaps into the water, disappearing. 

You and Present Agatha return to her home, seemingly still in the same seat. 

"So... I had a step-cousin?" You ask, "Where are they now?" 

"Dead," Agatha answers, "He grew old like most humans." 

"I see..." you sigh, "Did my father ever come to visit you?" 

"Not really," she sniffles, "I want to, more than anything..." 

I'm about to regret this decision... "Come with me," you say, standing up 

"What?" She asks 

"We're going on a trip," you say, monotonous, "Come on..." 

She stands up and begins following you towards the front door. You hold onto her hand as you begin creating water and making a portal. 

"Things in the last five years really gets you learning things." You sigh as you let Agatha step through first 

You hop in after her and close the portal. The both of you end up at a beach; leading towards the ocean. You turn to Agatha. 

"Open your mouth," you say, calmly 

On command she does. In an instant you flick water into her face, some she ingested. 

"What was that for?!" She asks 

"It’ll enable you to withstand water pressure," you say, taking her hand again, "Come on." 

You break into a run when you hit the water only until the water it up close to your waist you dive in, Agatha following suit. You break into a superhuman swim, Agatha nearly holding onto you for dear life. 

"You need to put this pillar over there and-" 

Before Poseidon could finish, he hears the grand doors opening and to reveal you and Agatha. 

"Cassia?" He calls 

"Don’t even try to talk to me I've brought your old lover," you say as you push Agatha toward his direction and step out 

Poseidon orders his men to do the same as he gets up from his throne. 

"Agatha?" He calls 

"It's me love," she smiles 

He walks over to her and breaks into a run and hugs her tightly. 

"I'm so sorry," he says 

"I'm here," she whispers 

"I wanted to see you But-but Zeus wouldn't let me," he explains, "I-" 

Before he continued on, you walk in, "please tell me it was the same story for mom." 

Agatha looks at you and then to him. 

"You know, a god like my father comes and goes relationship wise," you sigh 

You actually felt bad for Agatha. Someone who wanted to not be alone again, realizes her lover was with someone else. 

"That was way after I met you," he begins explaining, "She was dying." 

"She was dying huh?" You chuckle sarcastically, "What about when mom actually died? Did you even visit her at all?! I had to listen to her continuously ask where you were! I had to LIE to her and say you were on a business trip that's way too far off grid!! Where was your goodbye to her?!z" 

You felt tears running down your eyes as Agatha is stunned. She pulls away from him and begins comforting you. For the first time in your life, you felt safe when your father was looking at you. 

"I think we're done here," Agatha says, coldly, leading you out 

"Aggie-" he says 

"WE'RE DONE," Agatha leads you out

You drag her back up to the surface as she comforts you. 

"So all of a sudden you care about me now?" You ask, pulling out of her embrace 

"I don't like seeing children sad," she says, "I may be a witch but I would never let that happen." 

You sigh as you lean into Agatha's touch. The nicest feeling you felt in a long time. Since your mother's last embrace. 

"I think I need to get back to Wanda," you say, "I can get you back to Westview. I know how you want to understand Wanda. I'll come back if there's anything I need your help with." 

She nods as you open up a portal to her home. You watch her off before plopping yourself into the sea once more to return home.

"Wanda honey! I'm home!" You announce, however, you didn't feel her presence 

"Wanda?" You call again, no response 

You run into the room to see if she was in bed.... Nothing.... Oh no.... AGATHA!! Agatha can you hear me?! 

I hear you loud and clear. 

Wanda's gone, I'm coming back to you, I need your help. 

Okay. 

You run back out, now donning your hero costume and leap into the ocean... Not again Wanda....

#agatha harkness x reader #agatha x reader #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness #marvel #wandavision #wandavison spoilers

[mercuriiarts]

debating whether to make a second acc here dedicated just to my non-fandom stuff or not. like, i want a place to talk about my novel and about how it’s a polyamorous rewrite of Cupid and Psyche from Zephyr’s perspective where everything goes wrong and i get to explore power relationships between gods and mortals, women and men and master and servant in the ancient world and how i want to say fuck you to that and makes things better

also Psyche is such a queen, she goes through so much shit and doesn’t put up with it at ALL.

like, none of what the characters do is necessarily right but i love it when characters who fit society’s idea of perfect learn the flaws within themselves and correct their behaviour to be better people; Eros is a stuck up bitch with no regard for how his actions affect others, he always gets what he wants and at first treats psyche like an object, (thanks Apeleius). at the same time he’s a victim of his mother’s grooming, and is forced into a political game by the older Olympians for their own amusement.

Zephyr is stuck as Eros’ servant but he is arrogant and selfish, and takes advantage of any opportunity because he feels he has to one up on the Olympians because he’s just an Anemoi. he WANTS to have Eros’ privilege but resents him for it at the same time. he very much is someone who tries to isolate themselves from a problem. in the story he’s literally an objectified slave with no power, the most he does is carry people to and from the valley where Eros lives. CONSIDERING HES A LITERAL FORCE OF NATURE i think i can really explore the whole “i’m being punished for someone else’s fault” thing.

Psyche kinda pulled the short straw on life. She’s the daughter of a king desperate to gain power, forbidden to do anything without express permission, and is put on a pedestal for her unearthly beauty that she never asked for and is constantly taken advantage of and is constantly infantilised when really she just wants to fuck off and live in a cottage in the woods where no one can tell her what to do. PLUS she’s used as a pawn by Aphrodite and is made to do several dangerous tasks whilst heavily pregnant and isolated from everyone she loves. like bruh, that’s fucked up.

See i wanna pull an Ibsen here, society fucking sucks, the institution of marriage which is a main theme in the original story is unsustainable. there’s so much misogyny and classism that’s still applicable to today. i do not want to excuse my characters actions for when they redeem themselves - they do not “get the girl” as a reward.

idek if i’m ever gonna get published because of how i want to tackle these social issues alongside writing a healthy romance that doesn’t fall upon stereotypes and problematic tropes. i want to try though, i think there’s a niche that can be filled that demands healthy LGBTQ+ rep, POC rep that’s more than a side character and a poetic literary level of writing that challenges the idea of social hierarchy.

#idk #i’m writing it anyway #there’s a lot of pining #and self conflict #i’d love to get published on day #it’s one of my favourite stories

[gamerwoo]

[Tales from the Pack] Minghao: Find Our Way (Part Seven)

Characters: Minghao x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, angst, technically kidnapping

Word count: 1,230

Summary: You already knew who you were meant to be with and how your life was supposed to go. The only thing keeping you and the life you were destined to lead apart was the fact you were blind. At least, for now, you could meet him in your dreams.

Tag list: @choiminjae0325 @heolykpop @fullsun-donghyuck @yoonbabe-d @exuwu @lets-get-1t @vintageot5 @sehunnies-hunnie96 @childfmoonn @wobwobkpop @henloimawierdobye @dirinast @hhhhwww7 @joshwoah @wreckedbytae​​ (if you wanna be added please send an ask or a dm!!)

Unable to tag: @birthday-prinxess @sooooofrench

a/n: things in bold are in mandarin

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You didn’t dream that night, but you heard something whispering your name. Slowly, you started to come to -- at least, sort of. It was like you were half-dreaming or in some sort of trance as you sat up from bed, hearing the sandpaper-y voice whisper to you, calling you to follow it. You swung your legs off the bed, not even bothering to reach for your cane as you walked out of the room like you were sleepwalking.

The house was silent as everybody slept. You could hear a few loud snores that probably covered up the sounds of your bare feet shuffling against the floor as you easily walked down the stairs and out the front door without any issue. You were focused on the voice that had almost a weird spell on you, following it out into the woods.

You weren’t sure how long you had been walking, but you eventually felt cold arms wrap around you. They were somehow colder than the night breeze that blew your hair back as you walked deeper into the forest.

“Such an obedient girl,” the rough voice cooed. “So let’s see about fixing those eyes of yours, yes?”

Numbly, you nodded.

There was a whir of wind around you that whipped your hair all around before you were standing somewhere much warmer. You could hear a fire crackling, though you were still in a trance despite the voice no longer whispering your name.

“However,” the woman continued as she stepped away from you and began to walk elsewhere, “there is a price to pay.”

After a moment, she approached you again and began guiding you to sit somewhere. It felt like a plush cushion. Then she gently pushed you back to lay down.

“Unfortunately,” she snickered, “I don’t like werewolves much.

“Sleep, now. When you wake, you’ll have your sight again.”

And like a switch was flipped, you were no longer conscious at all.

-

Light hit your eyelids, bringing you from your sleep. You couldn’t possibly continue to stay asleep when--

‘Wait, I haven’t seen the sunlight in years. What--?’

You bolted upright, sitting up and looking around the unfamiliar space. You were in a small cottage with a small fire still going in the fireplace. You had been sleeping on a couch across the room from the fireplace, a space rug in the middle of the room, and various bookshelves lining the walls with different books, trinkets, and glass jars of different items on them. 

Your eyes furiously blinked against the light you never saw, trying to adjust. But all that happened was they would fill with tears -- from the stinging light or from the happiness that you now could see again, you weren’t sure. 

Meow.

You whipped your head around to see a small black cat sitting in the doorway to the den. It had long fur and piercing green eyes, staring at you as its tail softly swished from side to side behind it.

Your first reaction was to lower your hand off the couch and snap your fingers to try to call it over.

“Hello, kitty,” you cooed softly.

The cat stood and walked over, rubbing its head against your hand. Its fur was soft with no mats, so it must’ve been well taken care of. It almost seemed well fed, so you must’ve been in a house that was lived in. However, the owner was nowhere to be found. You didn’t even know how you got in the house or what happened to your eyes or anything. You weren’t positive of anything at all. You were beyond confused, but you were trying your best not to panic.

‘The imprinting pull,’ you reminded yourself, ‘Minghao can find me. It’ll be okay.’

You let out a breath slowly, nodding to yourself as you kept reminding yourself that Minghao would come find you and bring you home. 

Meow.

The cat leaped up onto your lap and sat on your thighs, facing you. It started up at you almost expectantly.

Meow.

It sat back on its hind legs and butted its head up against your chin. You had to admit, having the cat there with you made you feel a little better.

“At least I’m not entirely alone,” you decided with a soft sigh. “I wonder where your owner is. Are they the one who brought me here?”

The cat sat back again, looking up at you.

Meow.

“I just wish I remembered coming here... Or how I got my sight back. I don’t know if I should be happy or afraid, really.”

Meow.

You brought your hand up to scratch between the cat’s ears, smiling softly at how its eyes closed and it raised its head into your touch.

At least, for now, you had the sweet cat to keep you company until Minghao showed up.

-

Minghao slowly roused from his sleep, yawning and stretching out his limbs. He rolled over, expecting his arm to drape over your body, but it just hit against the mattress. He opened his eyes, noticing your absence.

‘Must already be downstairs,’ he figured as he finally pushed himself to sit up, running a hand through his bedhead. 

He didn’t want to keep you waiting since he wasn’t sure how long you’d been awake for, so he scooted over to the side of the bed and swung his legs off, sitting there for a moment as he looked around the room. It wasn’t until his golden eyes landed on your cane still in its spot that panic coursed through him. You wouldn’t just get up without your cane. You literally needed it to get around. But despite that, he didn’t feel like you were in danger. He’d known Wonwoo and Seungcheol had both had that bad feeling about their mates before, and he knew he would have it if something were truly wrong, but he felt...nothing.

Come to think of it, he didn’t even feel a pull toward you.

In a panic, he stood up, grabbing your cane as he bolted from the room and raced down the stairs. He found most of the pack gathered in the living room to eat their breakfast while they talked, and their eyes looked up to the doorway as Minghao stopped in it, his eyes wide and his face pale.

“What’s with-- Why do you have _____’s cane?” Seungcheol asked, standing as soon as he realized something must’ve been wrong. “What happened? Is she okay?”

“I-I don’t know...” Minghao stammered as his lower lip started to quiver.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Junhui asked as the atmosphere quickly became much colder than it was.

“Sh-sh-she’s... She’s j-just gone,” Minghao said, trying to keep his breathing even as to not send himself into a panic, but he couldn’t control it. “B-but I-I don’t feel anything wr-wrong, but sh-she wouldn’t just l-leave without her c-cane, right?”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Danbi was quick to walk over to the panicked wolf and calm him down. “We can just follow your pull to her and--”

“N-no,” he shook his head, his eyes starting to fill with tears rather quickly. “I-I-I don’t-- She’s n-not--”

“It’s okay, Hao,” Jun told him calmly. “Just breathe and take your time.”

Minghao took a few shaky breaths before he finally managed to get out, “I-I don’t feel th-the pull anymore...”

#seventeen #minghao #the8 #seventeen au #seventeen imagine #seventeen oneshot #seventeen scenario #seventeen fanfic #werewolf!seventeen #minghao au #minghao imagine #minghao oneshot #minghao scenario #minghao fanfic #werewolf!minghao #the8 au #the8 imagine #the8 oneshot #the8 scenario #the8 fanfic #werewolf!the8

[lifesucksheres20bucks]

“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me” with reddie 🥺

THIS TOOK SO LONG AND IM SORRY ITS BEEN SITTINNG IN MY INBOX FOR MONTHS

Gosh im sorry but HC are the only motivation I have right now :/

- the losers are now in college/uni

- They are all spread around the states

- Stan, Eddie, Bev and Ben are on the east coast and Richie, Bill and Mike are on the west coast

- They made a pact before moving that they would meet for their spring break every year and would rent out a house or cottage so they can all stay together for the week

- They decided that Nyc would be the best option for their first vacation together, bc 3 of them were already close to the city

- Except for Bev and eddie, who live together, most of the losers haven’t seen eachother since the summer

- They had all matured a bit and blossomed into young adult, but Eddie is the one who changed the most

- When he gained freedom from his mother, he slowly came to terms with his sexuality and himself.

- He dressed, ate and partied the way he wanted. It was so freeing to have proper control of his life, without having his mother analyzing his every breath (even though he has to give her daily updates of his life (he lies a lot about what he’s doing))

- Richie was the last one to arrive at the airport and all the losers were waiting for him

- They were all jumping on him the second he past the gates and were acting like a bunch of children

- Since they were first year/ broke af students they decided to squeeze in bev and eddie’s apartment.

- Bev and ben were staying together bc they started dating in their senior year

- Mike and stan took the pullout couch and bill, smirking at richie decided to sleep on the single blowup matress near the couch

- That meant richie and eddie would be sharing a bed

- That shouldn’t have bothred richie, because they had done it numerous times before but for some reason, he was extremely nervous

- (He knew why: he had ben hopelessly in love with eddie since the 8th grade and you know what they say: distance makes the heart grow fonder)

- (Also, he had never seen eddie so confident and himself??? Couldnt deny how much more in love he was because of that)

- On the first night, everyone got absolutely hammered

- Since everyone was extra loud, no one really noticed richie keeping mostly to himself

- Everyone except for beverly, she knew something was wrong with him

- So doing the most bev thing ever, she offered them a smoke and they went to the roof to smoke alone

- “Whats wrog trashmouth?”

- “Theres nothing wrong with me, red! What about yourself? How are you and old Ben doing?”

- “We’re fine, but don’t change the subject you dick. I know somethings bothering you.”

- “Ugh, why are you always so observant. Just ignore me like everyone else does, pretend I don’t have any emotions.”

- “It’s hard to do when you’re sulking like a baby. I thought you wanted to be a great actor, but you can’t even fake being happy!”

- “Low blow, Marsh. Way to kick a man when he’s down”

- “Aha! So there is something bothering you. Just tell me so we can stop being so in touch with our feelings.”

- “I forgot how comforting you are...”

- Bev hit richie in the arm and gave him a stern look saying she was done fucking around

- “Okay okay, god. I uhm, remember when I called you and said I was over Eddie? Well I’m not, not by a log shot”

- “Oh Richie...”

- “Don’t “oh Richie” me, it’s fine. Im just dying inside, no big deal.”

- “Rich, i told you hundreds of times, you have to tell him. You never know, he might feel the same way.”

- “Are you kidding me? Have you seen him? He’s beautiful and radiant, he could probably have any guy in New York, why the fuck would he want me.”

- “ because your his Richie..”

- With that bev put out her cigarette and left Richie alone on the roof with his thoughts

- He must have stayed longer than anticipated because next thing he knew, he heard footsteps behind him

- “ the city lights are beautiful aren’t they?”

- Richie’s heart started to beat faster, as his head wipped to smile at the boy behind him

- “Yeah they’re beautiful but not as beautiful as your mom”

- “Fuck you, Rich, you’re an idiot”

- “Yeah maybe I am...”

- “Why are you acting so weird?”

- “I’m not acting weird?”

- “Yeah you are! You’ve been here for 6 hours and that was your first “your mom” joke! Something is terribly wrong with you”

- “I promise you eds, I’m A-ok”

- “A-ok? Who the fuck says that! Rich, I won’t leave till you tell me whats wrong”

- “Nothing’s wrong Eddie! Leave me alone, already!”

- “ fuck off, i told you, I’m not leaving! i don’t care if you’re a stobborn shit, im way more stubborn than you and I’m not fucking leaving”

- “I-I can’t tell you, Eds. Just, please let it go”

- The tone of Richie’s plea made Eddie rush to his side.

- “Richie, please just talk to me. We can get through this right? Together, like always.”

- “Eds, this is different. This is my issue, don’t worry about me”

- “You know I’m going to worry, you’re my best friend Rich. We always deal with problems together, always”

- “IT’S NOT THAT SIMPLE EDDIE! JUST STOP TRYING”

- “ ‘Chee, please, I’m just trying to help you. Don’t push me away. I think I’m going to go back down. I’m here if you wanna talk”

- “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me” Richie blurted out

- Eddie stopped in his track and richie wanted to run off the building side

- It had been a solid 30 seconds of complete silence and Richie wanted to Die

- “Say it again” Eddie whispered

- “What?”

- “Say it again, Rich”

- ““I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”

- Eddie slowly turned around and walked towards a frozen Richie

- “Say it again”

- ““I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the-“

- Eddie grabbed Richie’s face and pulled him down so their foreheads were touching

- “I think I love you too, Richie”

- This time Richie was the confident one and closed the gap between

- The kiss felt like it lasted an eternity but also not long enough

- They were interrupted with whistles and applause coming from behind them and the losers were all standing there cheering them on

- “Gosh it took you guys long enough!” Stan yelled

- “You guys are going to regret it because we’re going to be making out and having sexy times all week long” Richie yelled back

- “Fuck this, I’m flying back home” Bill sighed

- To the losers dismay, Richie kept his promise...

#reddie #reddie headcanon #reddie prompt #reddie fanfic #hc #headcanon #im sorry this sucks #probably could have been better

[ashley-jones]

The Kings Mate

Chapter 6

Bow To No Man/ a dream of love and chaste

Her journey back with Inuyasha was calm and quiet, her thoughts enduring around Sesshomaru. As she knew Myoga wasn’t going to help him, meaning her son was going to have a wait to find the sword. It was meant for Inuyasha..Sesshomaru got his sword..That’s how her husband wanted it. Izayoi slowly stood up when she saw the two come into view, she bowed her head in respect. “Your brother says there are royal visitors..” she said softly. Ashley hummed quietly looking at the palace. “Inukimi, she’s another royal of the West..relative of Touga..” she stated softly. Her and Inukimi always did get along, always speaking about different tactics for children and beauty. Izayoi looked at the female before nodding softly and taking Inuyasha’s hand and began leading him away, towards the small cottage near the palace. The princess just shook her head and soon followed after hearing Inuyasha’s constant protesting about coming with.

“Have you ever thought about returning to the West milady..?” Izayoi asked. She was kneeling down planting a few seeds she had gotten from a few fruits. “I have. But my place as queen is no longer. Since my mate is dead, I am no longer the queen of the west.. You are only a queen if you have a king.. and I do not.” She stated. Izayoi looked down. “You can’t bring him back...? What about if you used Tenseiga..the sword lord InuTaisho used to revive me..Lord Sesshomaru has it correct..?” She questioned.. She to missed her dearest lover.. But her love for the man could never compare the mate of the dog demon. “The body has to be fresh.. Touga is long gone.” She stated. Her voice was cold and heartless but on the inside this conversation was breaking her down more and more. “Why not remarry..? Regain your crown?” Izayoi asked. It felt like a sword had been stabbed through her chest when the human mentioned getting remarried. She was marked and mated she couldn’t get married again. She wasn’t even over InuTaisho. But to get her kingdom back, to have crown, and sit upon her throne. That made the point of starting over an amazing idea. She needed to love a man to marry.. That’s what her father always said. “Maybe.” She stated crossing her arms. Only for them to uncross as she looked over standing up straight as she walked forward standing in front of Izayoi as guards walked towards the cottage. She recognized them as western guards. She took notice of Inukimi making her relax but her newly man friend is what made her place a hand over her sword. “Inukimi. What a surprise.” She stated firmly. “Yes of course my darling!” She said smiling noticing the human she was protecting. This made the demon grimace in slight disgust when she recognized the woman. “Protecting a human? You are as low as your cheating husband!” The male said. Ashley growled pushing her blade up slightly. He crossed his arms expecting the woman to kneel and bow as a lower woman should. “I bow to no man.” She growled. Her eyes shining dangerously towards the man her sword being unsheathed quickly and an arm was cut from a guard who had attempted to touch Izayoi.

She spun her blade around glaring at Inukimi. “The hell do you think your doing huh?!” She yelled. “Inside. Now.” She growled. Izayoi quickly stood up and obeyed running inside and quickly sliding the door shut holding Inuyasha close. Inukimi just smiled and walked away as guards surrounded her. She spun her sword around once more now holding it by the blade and threw it distracting the demon guards. Her eyes glowed a bright orange and flames erupted from her hold body developing into a Phoenix. Her eyes glowed brighter as the flames struck down the hundreds of guards without a single issues. Bodies falling, and they couldn’t even scream they were going down so quickly. Her body fell to the ground, flames disappearing leaving steam flowing from her body as ash surrounded the ground. “Mother..” Sesshomaru mumbled as he watched from up above. “W-what the hell?!” The man yelled before quickly running away in fear. She fell to the ground her eyes closing and everything went black. “Milady!” Izayoi yelled as she quickly ran out with Inuyasha behind her. She went to touch her only to gasp as the females skin was extremely hot. And one touch could cause a severe burn. “I-I’ll get some water mama!” The small yelled running off to get some water. Izayoi looked down at the female “what do I do to deserve your protection...?” She whispered. “You don’t. The only reason she does it is because of the half breed.” sesshomaru stated coldly. “Move.” He ordered. The woman stood up slowly moved away from female, watching as the demon kneeled down placing his hand against her forehead. Izayoi’s eyes widened watching as the steam slowly disappeared from her body. “My mother is weakened because you had gotten my father killed. You may have been his side but she was his mate. Two conjured together, souls that are attached by bonding. His is gone. And hers is still living. The attachment is weakening, meaning my mothers body is slowly dying.” He growled. Izayoi looked at Ashley with widened eyes before quickly looking down, her eyes moving towards Inuyasha who ran back over but stopped when he saw Sesshomaru. The demon glared at the half breed feeling disgusted of the fact that they share a father.”

Dream

Blood red eyes slowly opened to the sounds of birds chirping and sunlight pouring through a window. She shifted seeing she was in her bed back in the west. She looked over the other side, her eyes meeting her sleeping husband. Her eyes widened and tears were quick to fall. Her hand reached out and placed gently on her shoulder, her breath hitching as it slowly trailed down to his chest. “Mm..my love..” he whispered. His morning voice 10x deeper than his normal. “Touga...” she whimpered. She moved closer wrapping her arms around his muscular figure, her body beginning to shake. His strong arms were soon around her small figure placing kisses on the top of her head. “Am I dead..?” She whispered. “No my love, your only dreaming..” he whispered into her hair. She quickly sat up looking down at her husband “than I don’t wanna wake up..” she whispered. She leaned down placing her lips against his in which he was quick to kiss back. He sat up holding his mate close, her hands entangling into his silver strands. Her lips moved away from his and her forehead pressed against his along with her nose, a beautiful smile placed on her face. “I missed you..” she whispered “I’m always with you my love, you just haven’t noticed me yet..” he whispered back. “But you have to wake my love..You’ve been doing so well, protecting Inuyasha; and keeping close eyes on Sesshomaru...I told you you would be an amazing mother..” he said softly. Tears fell down her cheeks “I love you...” she cried “I love you too my love..” he said softly “now wake up my love..I’ll be waiting her for you.”

#inuyasha fanfiction #inukimi #inu no taisho #inuyasha #half demon princess yashahime #hanyou no yashahime #izayoi #pheonix #blodreina #red queen #royalty #demon #dog demon #sesshomaru #rin and jaken #long may she reign #fire will reign

[fubukiswifenoimnotjoking]

Some opm fanfic ideas I’ve come up with thatIwishIcouldwrite ._.

1. Therapy! Maybe a bunch of heroes are pushed into taking therapy by the HA for legal reasons and it’s SO angst filled, what with Genos’ depressing past, Fubuki’s inferiority complex, Saitama’s depression, Metal Bat feeling pressure to be a good caretaker for Zenko, etc. Hey maybe in a Garou redemption take he ends up there too, taking in his childhood trauma. And everyone’s arguing like SHUT THE FUCK UP MY PAIN IS REAL and throwing stuff, meanwhile Saitama sits with Mumen (who I see needing physical therapy more than therapy therapy but coming there anyway to support heroes) and they drink tea and talk. Maybe eventually it mellows out and they can (sometimes) put their pride away to talk their stuff out, but Garou SWEARS he will kill anyone who talks shit on him!

2. Genos decides he can’t take it anymore and leaves to go find the Mad Cyborg cuz he knows he just can’t get strong like Saitama, even tho he doesn’t want to leave him. This has been done a bunch in fic BUT I rarely see any where Saitama goes with him! And maybe they like, go on adventures to get there and maybe over them, they grow closer, learn to speak to each other more, Genosai pining etc etc. oh and lots of camping together. When I imagine the end I always see like, either they find it and Genos almost dies but Saitama’s like no, we can do this TOGETHER and they punch it together, or a really emotional one where they find the cyborg’s corpse and Genos breaks down but admits he’s almost relieved, and yeah idk what else.

3. AA ok so I have three very self indulgent Au’s, I’ve talked about one on here and it’s kinda lame but I love the idea. K so, there’s this scene in A Star is Born with lady Gaga where she sings la vie en rose in a drag bar and when her and the main guy meet eyes they just!!instant attraction. So yeah my idea was that but Genos is a new drag queen at a drag bar owned by Fubuki and Saitama is a taffy puller at a candy shop (idk why I chose candy) with King and Mumen and Saitama goes to the bar for the first time cuz they’re promoting their candy there. And yeah lol it’s Genosai again, they start to hang out in and out of drag bars and for Genos, in and out of Genny, his dragsona (tho Genoko is way better now that I think about it). He has trust issues cuz shitty past etc and Fubuki takes him under her wing and they’re friends and she gives him advice. Oh and Sonic is a drag queen too, him and Genos are rivals, Tatsumaki owns a more popular bar and her and Fubuki have that sister rivalry, Garou and Badd work there as bouncers and mess with Genos all the time bc I love Shitty Teen Squad. Mizuki is a bouncer too :0 Also there’s Mizuki x Fubuki and Garou x Badd. Sonic x Mumen too I guess, tho I’m not as into that ship as before

4. My second self indulgent one oo boy. Soooo this is an au where everything is more monstrous, ppl are half or have become complete monsters, but more traditional ones usually, like Godzilla level kaiju, incubi, stuff like that. Except these monsters fit a teeny bit more into society, so there has to be something like a police force to get at em when they’re criminals but with heroes/detectives. Cue Genos and Mumen, totally BAD, SCARY eMO cop and goody🥳two😍shoes✨ good cop. One day they’re getting coffee or whatever when the whole place blows up, and while most people survived in wreckage, Genos notices-a monster! He chases after an incubus, and even rockets into the sky after him when he starts flying. Saitama’s like ow what the fuck, I didn’t do any of this I was just walking by! And Genos is like shut up scum >:( they take him in for questioning and learn he’s a super OP incubus (go figure) but he doesn’t have much of a sex drive and doesn’t “do the whole incubus thing.” Genos doesn’t believe him but Mumens like omg that must be so hard, have some more tea sweetie. Anyway Genos leaves it to Mumen and when he’s gone Saitama uses his convincing flirty powers to get Mumen to release him. He feels guilty about using his powers, he feels skeevy! But he really doesn’t wanna be there and escapes, Genos catches him etc and it’s a whole conspiracy all 3 of them have to figure out that actually goes super deep, also more Genosai lmaaoooooo

5. THIS IS MY DUMBEST ONE BUT I LOVE IT. Ok so Saitama is out walking in the woods one day and finds an abandoned cottage and he’s like oh sick. He goes back home but can’t get it off his mind. He keeps going back and fixes little bits of it here and there, really makes it shine and then Genos catches him and he’s like yo Sensei? Of course Genos takes the project super seriously bc Saitama is hardly ever interested in stuff so they get it done and pretty looking ridiculously fast. Then Saitama suggests like, living there every now and again for certain seasons. Genos says yes without thinking, and is floored by all the tender things he discovers come with cottage life, like a garden, taking care of little hurt birds and not accidentally hurting the house. He’s scared to tell Saitama but Sai eventually worms it out of him that he feels like he doesn’t belong, he’s so bulky and damaging to everything. Course Saitama feels awful for not realizing, hugs the shit out of him and apologizes. Then he gets the idea to help Genos feel like he can enjoy a simple life, help him hold animals, feed birds, etc. and Genos is like oh my GOD Saitama is too good to me 🥺🥺 and idk what else happens hhhh. anyway could be either established relationship or mutual pining, I like either for this story but the most IMPORTANT part is it’s full of cottagecore imagery and vibes or it’s not a simple cottage au, and I live by that. Anyway if anyone likes these and wants to use them then hell yeah! I can’t write to save my life, but please gimme credit 🧡🎃

#opm #onepunchman #genosai #genos #saitama #fubuki #batarou #speedosoundsonic #tatsumaki #captain mizuki #fanfic ideas #speedal #saigenos #opm au #garou opm #metal bat opm

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

hey! thank you for everything that you do! you are awesome. im just wondering if you any fic were Stiles is fae? thank you!

We sure do. - Anastasia

till the moon has taken flight (to the waters and the wild) by WindyRein

(5/10 I 1,426 I Not Rated I Steter)

It's not fair! But he knows already that life isn't fair, doesn't he? He can feel the bitter smile curling his lips.He, if there is such a thing anymore, floats and is torn apart and doesn't exist. (but that would be kind, wouldn't it?)

Bloody Secrets by cywscross

(1/1 I 3,085 I Teen I Steter)

Stiles has silver in his veins.

Peter could’ve done without finding out this way though.

Somewhere to Start by Lissadiane

(1/1 I 3,352 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has always known that he isn't quite human - the plant life that tends to sprout around him whenever he gets upset or excited gives it away. He's never really fit in among the regular people in Beacon Hills and is determined to wait it out, go to college, and find somewhere to belong. He's forced to abandon those plans, however, after he desperately agrees to enter into an arranged marriage to save his father's life.

An arranged marriage with an angry, sometimes furry dude with trust issues. It's all very Beauty and the Beast, without the singing candlesticks.

Dance Under the Moonlight by Therapeutic_Steter

(2/2 I 3,440 I Mature I Steter)

Fae!Stiles saving Peter from Pack's stupidity and washing his hands of them. Please?

The Other Side by Green

(1/1 I 3,769 I Explicit I Steter)

Stiles doesn't know anything about his father, only what his mother told him, that he's human. Despite her words, Stiles has had his doubts. So when the queen sends him through the veil, he's nervous and isn't sure what to think.

Seven Years Falling by InfiniteAlexisA

(1/1 I 3,880 I Not Rated I Sterek)

“I don’t mean to!” Derek yelled throwing his hands in the air.“DON’T YELL AT ME!” Stiles screeched, his entire body going up in flames.This is what Derek gets for dating a fire elemental.

we're not so different (you and i) by colferstilinski

(1/1 I 5,621 I Explicit I Sterek)

For many of the fairies that lives here, Utopia is their sanctuary—haven, in other words—and why shouldn't it be? It never rains on this stretch of meadow, the clouds in the skies always pink with interest and it smells like the breaking of spring every dawn and dusk.

Stiles detest it, the least to say.

It’s too much and he hates swinging along with the status quo with the other fairies. Yeah, with their blooming shades of colours and the shimmering, silken tunics they don on and fuck, the limitless sparkles. There’s even a new trend going on with the younger generation where they gather allium blooms to form a flower crown, oh—with added glitter!—and it makes Stiles wants to roll his eyes.

-

Or the fic in which Stiles is a fairy and wants to escape the horrendous, boring world of fairyland to have an adventure. And by adventure, he means meeting Derek. The plant. Or... not-so plant.

Cold Iron by the_problem_with_stardust

(5/5 I 5,641 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek thought the disaster that ended with Kate Argent almost burning down his family home was a relationship worst-case scenario. So, when Dr. Deaton reveals that his current girlfriend is not what she seems, Derek is ready to swear off romance forever. In an attempt to escape his well-meaning (but insanely overbearing) family, Derek volunteers to take over remodeling the small cottage that was left to the Hale siblings in his grandmother’s will. Connemara is nothing like California, and Derek feels like his luck just might be looking up.

salt and a waltz by The Byger (Byacolate)

(1/1 I 7,433 I Explicit i Sterek)

"Not that lubed-up Q-tips aren’t the sexiest thing in the world, but I kinda want to know what it’s like, you know. To be impaled on your huge dick without actually being impaled.”

“It was about to get sexy there, but you shot the mood right in the face.”

In which Stiles is a faerie and Derek is sick and tired of not being able to fuck him.

Don't You Wanna Be My Sky? by WhoNatural

(1/1 I 9,420 I General I Sterek)

Stiles got ratted out by the Realm Guard for sneaking off with Scott a total of seven times before his dad buckled, promising sabbatical once Stiles reached Faehood, and enough Earth culture in the meantime to have him talking like a born-and-bred Californian teenager.

He just didn’t have the tan.

(Or, in which Stiles is a Frost Fae sent to the Earth Realm on the Fae version of Rumspringa and immediately falls head-first into a Coffee Shop AU)

No Love in Idleness by Elpie (Horribibble)

(2/2 I 11,687 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles is the sole grandchild of none other than Robin Goodfellow, the most mischievous faerie ever to wreak havoc among the Folk and Man alike. To the people of Beacon Court, he is at best a merry wanderer of the night.

At first, Ser Derek is inclined to agree, but the little bird on his shoulder has quite a bit to say about that.

Trees are always a relief after dealing with people (except when they aren't) by ravelqueen

(1/1 I 15,889 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek Hale decides to become a hermit before he reaches 25. Too bad he picked Beacon Hills as his retirement home.

(Or the one where Stiles is a wood nymph/pixie/human hybrid who falls in love with his new grumpy werewolf neighbour)

Broken People Get Recycled by poemwithnorhyme

(1/1 I 16,389 I General i Sterek)

Nothing is ever just calm in Beacon Hills. No, something always has to go wrong, and this time, it's Stiles' turn in the spotlight. That doesn't mean he has to like it. Post S2 AUFae!Stiles

The Magic's in the Coffee by xxxillusionxxx

(8/8 I 17,596 I Explicit I Sterek)

Ever since the tall, muscled, leather-clad werewolf had begun his daily coffee routine at the Skullery—a horrendous name in Stiles’s opinion, but his boss was a skeleton who thought he was terribly clever—an impromptu competition developed among the baristas.

When Trust is Everything by hellbells

(12/12 I 27,913 I Teen i Sterek)

For a secret to remain true then only one person can know it; if not then it will come out. Beacon Hills is the converging point of several secrets all wrapped up in the supernatural. For Stiles, the unravelling of several will let him find peace, love and safety in the arms of his true mate. The only question is can he trust a Sourwolf and his pack well enough to show his true self.

It just might be the one thing between Beacon Hills and safety!

(Or observe the really awkward distrustful courtship between a Sourwolf and a hidden Fae Mage)

A Little Bit of Sunshine by 100KlicksAway

(21/? I 29,600 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles woke with a start, dreams of pixies flitting around his head. He’d dreamed… He’d dreamed that he was a wolf? Or…. He wasn’t sure. Something with fangs… His mouth had been dripping blood in his dream, and when he woke, he could still taste the thick copper taste coating his mouth.

Stiles has been working hard for the pack since Scott was bitten. They leave him out more and more frequently, though, until Stiles realizes that he's strictly unnecessary. Then, the pack's activities throw him into danger and he ends up in a shitty situation with no one helping him.

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills. He doesn't care anymore, he just... Needs out.

The Last Chills of Winter by LeeHan

(1/1 I 42,525 I Explicit I Sterek)

“He didn’t magically charm me,” Derek shot back in his defense.“Oh, so he just regular charmed you?” Laura said with a smirk.“What? No,” Derek growled.“Was he hot?”“No! He just—“ He just had a laugh like a sun shower. Fuck.

We Follow Darkness Like a Dream by GreenasCole

(10/10 I 51,106 I Mature I Sterek)

When a mysterious note is left on the Stilinski's door it leads Stiles and his best friend Scott out into the woods on quest for answers about Beacon Hills's most infamous tragedy. After a surprise encounter with a monstrous wolf the two boys are hurled into an ancient and terrifying world, only for Stiles to discover he was secretly a part of it all along. Will he manage to survive the insanity of Fae politics and avoid the enemies that are suddenly crawling out of the woodwork to find a place in this new world? Or will the very revelation of his existence be the catalyst that plunges both worlds into war and chaos? And why can't Scott just stop teasing him every time he catches Stiles looking at their new "friend" Derek too long?

Laughter in the Dark by Starshaker

(13/? I 56,148 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles is a fae. A trickster spirit with too much curiosity for his own good and a knack for getting into trouble. When he's just trying to help things don't go to plan and coincidences don't seem to end up for the better.Trapped, isolated and aching to get home, though it's better than what Gerard would have had planned for him initially, Stiles learns to deal with his new set of circumstances.

The Fairy's Wolf by kuki

(57/? I 90,602 I Explicit I Sciles)

In a world where non-humans mingle with humans in public schools until they became of age, about high school age, going instead to a specialty finishing school, a young halfling fae fights to stay with his friends. His fear of losing touch with his best friend, a young Alpha werewolf, has the pair pushing their relationship to the edge; and their relationship has the world on the brink of war.

-or-where I apparently ship Skittles hard now, hate myself with this work load on top of my school work, switch up species because f-u that's why, make up mythology, and try to give Derek a nice life.

Where You Still Remember Dreaming by yodasyoyo

(15/15 I 95,612 I Explicit I Sterek)

“What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Balto.”

“What’s yours?”

“Stiles.”

Derek raises an eyebrow. That isn’t his real name. There’s no way. But now he thinks about it, he has a vague memory of someone, probably Uncle Peter, telling him that with the fae, names have power. “I’m Miguel,” he says.

“Lie.”

“Are you trying to tell me your real name is Stiles?”

Stiles runs his tongue across his teeth and considers Derek carefully. “Fair enough,” he says, “Miguel it is.”

Grabbing his groceries and pocketing the change, Derek turns to leave; he’s nearly at the door when Stiles calls out, “By the way, Miguel, if you’re interested, it’s two for one on bags of kibble at the pet store down the street.”

Derek doesn’t look back, doesn’t hesitate, just raises a hand and flips him off on the way out.

#teen wolf #sterek #sciles #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #scott mccall #derek hale #fae!stiles

[lotusmushroomxx]

Backstory of my main fursona Tomomi:

**Disclaimer, not all the folklore and yokai information in this story is 100% accurate as a lot of sources say different things and I want to be able to put my own twist on things**

**TW**: The story has mentions of (animal) abuse, genocide, murder, a miscarriage, and other things relating to such topics. A lot of these sensitive topics aren’t bluntly said, but more so hinted at.

Beginning of backstory:

“Mei.” The small girl said to her mom. “I wanna call her Mei.” The girl reached her arms up to her mom, motioning that she wanted to hold the kitten. The mom gently passed her the kitten, and the girl quickly snatched her up.

If you thought this would be the start of a good, happy story, you would be wrong.

This all starts a long time ago, over 200 years ago, in a village in japan. You see, there were 3 kids and a mom and dad in this house. The three kids were way too rough on the kitten, treating her like a dog, dragging her around with a rope, and petting her way too roughly. The poor mom was weak and sickly, unable to control the three young children.

As for the dad, he was the control of the house. Once the dad got home, the kids would basically hide in their rooms and wait for the next day. Luckily, he worked most of the day and came home around sunset. But “Mei” learned the hard way multiple times that he was no animal person and hated being disturned. She would avoid him altogether but occasionally she would walk by the father and he would take his grumpiness out on her and kick her away from him.

The mother had mentioned a couple of times that what he was doing to the cat was wrong, but it only took her a few times to learn to keep her mouth quiet and shut up.

Being that “Mei” was merely a cat, she wasn’t able the process all of what was going on in the household. She only knew that humans were cruel creatures and that she shouldn’t trust them at all.

Soon everything changed.

The house was empty of people one day. All except for the cat. The family had moved on and the cat was left behind to become a stray. Like most strays, her life became very difficult. The weather was cold at night, she was always hungry, and her trust issues with humans made it extremely difficult to navigate the village for food. Children had thrown rocks at her and the few times she had begged for food had ended badly. There were a few humans who had thrown her food, but as she got weaker, the risk became higher. She couldn’t risk getting injured as much. She had to save her strength for the inevitable cat fights she had to endure.

As the years passed by, her hatred only grew more. She started to hate not just humans, but all creatures around her.

And as her hatred grew, so did her physical form. Thus, she grew two tails and learned how to walk on 2 feet. As time went by, she became more and more human-like. She left the village after being chased out, the villagers knowing the two tails were not a good sign. She lived in the mountains, thinking of revenge almost every moment she was awake. She grew to be 5’11 and around 200 lbs. She started practicing speaking and hunting. Overall her life had kinda become better now that she had the same advantages as a human now.

But that was not the case for “Mei.”

The empty feeling in her heart craved blood, and she was going to get back on the humans for all of the times she had to suffer.

She would commonly take her anger out on people walking through the mountains. It was a handy strategy as she was able to get materials and such from the dead corpses.

Though she soon learned she had the ability to see the dead. It made life difficult since she didn’t like having random ghosts and spirits yelling at her for murdering them.

But through this, she learned she had another ability. The ability to control corpses like a puppeteer. This was super handy, and she would commonly hide while controlling a corpse to buy stuff in markets and villages.

She can only control the corpse as long as she can see it, so she can not puppet a corpse around a corner or too far in the distance.

One thing she did not know till later on though was that she was actually pregnant. It seemed that before she transformed fully, she had become pregnant (as a lot of female stray cats usually do sadly) and now that she was fully transformed, she was started to get a bump as the days went on.

But her body was no longer the correct one for her baby and sadly the baby didn’t make it. She was shattered when the stillborn came out, the little deformed kitten would have been her child to take care of. The one thing she could have learned to love.

And of course, who did she blame? The humans.

And that is when her rampages started. Instead of humans here or there, she was starting to terrorize whole villages. Going on sprees of death, unleashing her anger out on innocent, confused people. And while she was not doing this all the time, she was still doing more damage to humans in the long run. This is when her horns and her tusks started to grow in to resemble the yokai called the oni.

She had made a horrible legacy of herself through this and became hunted for.

Many years passed and while her body was fully transformed, her brain continued to expand. She started to be able to think more complexly and psychologically. She started feeling and seeing things differently as time passed. And as the years flew by, she started to feel more empty, little by little. Revenge was just becoming a never-ending job and it wasn’t like it was making her any better mentally.

One day, she decided to change her life around. That day she had watched as a village burnt to the ground. She picked up a poor kitten who just barely made it out of the fire.

Her eyes swelled up with tears and everything started to click. She started to realize that she had become even worst than the people she sought to destroy. That the world around her wasn’t black and white and that most of the people she harmed were innocent. And with the kitten in her hands, she ran as far as she could, disappearing from society for years to come. This was the only way she could say sorry for her actions

Time seemed to pass by quickly in the forests and mountains. She spent her time building her own cottage, raising the kitten and learning how to garden, paint, read, and many other skills. Enough years had passed for the kitten to no longer be a kitten and become very very old. And when the cat had passed, “Mei” became lonely.

Being bold, she left her cottage and sought out society. And to her surprise, she found other beings like her. Other animals with human counterparts (aka, furriesss). She was able to fit in without a worry in these animal villages and came to learn that furries were not new creatures, but had just recently let into normal society (yes, in this universe, there is some furry discrimination but it goes down as the years pass and the times become more modern.

While she still chose to live in solitude, she would occasionally come to different towns and travel a bit. Sadly she had come to realize that some people would actually use her story from when she was seeking revenge as a way to call furry creatures dangerous. But through her healing process, she had become a lot calmer and learned how to deal with these problems healthily.

But she would still knock a bitch out.

She had chosen the name Tomomi for herself as a way to rejoice new beginnings. It was a slow process with manyyyy ups and downs, but she was learning to heal and cope with her problems.

She started to become super motherly, missing her baby that she could have raised. But she coped with this by being a mother and comfort to the other beings around her. Her hotheadedness stayed though and she was not afraid to put anyone in their place, the only difference is that now she was unpredictable as she would keep the same motherly smile on her face while laying bitches out.

She found joy in helping others, feeling as though this was her way of paying back the world for all the damage she had caused. She especially put in the effort to help other victims of abuse and this cruel world as she had gone through the same thing. She wasn’t perfect though. She didn’t always have the right words to say and sometimes she would get herself hurt through her selflessness but she didn’t let that ruin her process even though many times she wanted to relapse to her old ways. She kept strong.

As time kept passing, she noticed that she wasn’t aging at all and that mortal wounds and sickness didn’t kill her. Because she was a yokai, she couldn’t die the same way as other mortal beings. It was sad as she saw many people grow old without her while she didn’t age a bit. (Though while she has yet to learn the way she can die, she definitely can. I couldn’t find an exact source on how nekomata die, but I decided that she can die if both of her tails are cut off, then she is mortally wounded, much like the kitsune.)

The year is now 2021, and while so much time has passed and society and technology has changed a lot, she continues her journey of healing and protecting others. Though she does struggle with keeping up with the times and may need someone to help her with technology as she spends most of her time in her little cottage now raising chickens and a cow. But don’t worry, she’s still “hip” and “cool” in her own ways :))

[nalufever]

Would it be to much to ask to continue the Evening the Score but with lucy finding her camisole in natsu house?

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Nope! Not too much to ask ~ just needed a bit of time to get my ideas down and written. ^^ Thanks for sending an ask and I hope you enjoy this!

Evening the Score, part 2

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Lucy knocked on Natsu’s door with vigour and more than a little desperation, regretting the last cup of coffee she’d thought would be a good idea. She shifted the bag she carried to her other shoulder and hammered it louder. They’d agreed to meet at his house so where was he? Oh, there was no way she’d make it back to Magnolia to find a public restroom. And even if Natsu didn’t care about such things, Lucy did not want to empty her bladder outside. Nope.

Cold sweat on her forehead, Lucy gulped and looked heavenward for salvation. She found it, the edge of a key glinted on the top of the door frame. Mumbling heartfelt thanks she rushed inside, dropped her purse and bag, bolting for the bathroom.

Now much more relaxed, Lucy walked back to where she’d dumped her bag of groceries. Their plans were to make food together but she could get a head start, yeah? May as well. It was unusual for Natsu to be late - especially when it’d been his idea to cook - and at his own house! Figuring there had to be a reason, (and she gave it a fifty percent chance it was ridiculous) Lucy shook her head. As much fun as doing things with Natsu was, cooking went smoother when he wasn’t begging for taste tests.

In the kitchen Lucy found a miracle. The counters were clean and each piece of cookware needed tonight were waiting. A certain dragon slayer had to be gunning for boyfriend of the year. Lucy was inclined to reward his thoughtfulness in the only way she could imagine.

Brownies! Thick and chewy. Homemade; with hot sauce spiced icing.

In that moment, Lucy knew she had to hurry. You obviously had to make dessert first in order for it to cool enough to enjoy at the end of a meal. She looked down at her clothes. She wasn’t wearing anything fancy but she hadn’t counted on making brownies. Every foray into baking had given her the knowledge she’d be covered from head to toe in ingredients.

Shit.

Checking her watch, Lucy discovered she was actually early. Oh. No wonder Natsu wasn’t home. Now she needed to make the brownies as an apology for letting herself into his home. The desire to keep clean, or at least as clean as possible directed Lucy to Natsu’s bedroom. There had to be something there she could use as a makeshift apron.

It was suspiciously clean. No dirty clothes on the floor, no discarded food or magazines. It was neat and orderly. Lucy felt even more uneasy to be trespassing Natsu’s personal space. But she needed something to protect her clothes, so she lifted her chin and yanked open her boyfriend’s closet.

Sigh. Sleeveless jackets and off-white baggy trousers weren’t going to protect her clothes. She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. Shit. She’d have to search his drawers for a long-sleeved shirt. Fine.

Keeping her ears cocked in case Natsu came home early, Lucy slowly pulled open the first drawer and looked inside; nothing but socks, underwear and handkerchiefs. How weird was that? Had she ever seen him wearing socks? Or using a handkerchief? She wasn’t touching the issue of his underwear. No sir.

On to the next drawer. Ah, a semblance of normalcy! T-shirts and belts - things she could touch without feeling like a sexual deviant. But a t-shirt wasn’t going to be enough. Nope. Mumbling a brief and impassioned prayer, Lucy opened the third and last drawer. Salvation! A bundle of plaid and long-sleeved shirts. All she had to do was pick something long enough to keep her from wearing flour and gritty sugar on her own clothes. Hmm. And something that wasn’t Natsu’s favourite, something that would clean easy - something she wouldn’t swim in either.

Lucy shoved aside the lighter coloured choices and lifted out the only real contender. Constructed of sturdy denim and not so big as to dwarf her frame, this shirt was the best option. Lucy smiled and shook the wrinkles out - gasping as something unexpected flew out of the folds.

No! It couldn’t be! Was that her missing blue camisole? Oh my. It was. The blue camisole she’d assumed her laundry had eaten. It was safely here - in Natsu’s house. So very odd… Not as odd as her holding Natsu’s t-shirt hostage. Or was it exactly the same level of odd? Yup. And suddenly Lucy was inspired.

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Natsu sniffed the air outside his cottage. Chocolate and …? Spice! He grinned. Lucy had been unable to wait and started their cooking date without him, must be already half done if his nose wasn’t lying. The savoury scents of chicken intermingled with tangy tomato - and Natsu salivated.

He ran into the kitchen and hardly paused before lifting Lucy into his arms and hugging her tight. “Hi!”

More than a little breathless, Lucy squeezed Natsu back and let herself cling, relishing his heat. “Hi yourself!” Suddenly shy, she pushed out of Natsu’s arms. “I hope you don’t mind, I borrowed this to keep my clothes clean.” Lucy pointed to the shirt she wore. “You know how I get when I bake.”

“Does this mean what I think it does? Yosh!” Natsu pumped his arm in celebration. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“Hey!” Lucy admonished Natsu but her tone was teasing and lacked any real heat. “I told you I’m the lucky one. I’m hungry for chocolate is all.”

“Whatever you say, Luce.” Natsu was unable to stop grinning. “Whatever you say.” He finally noticed what Lucy was wearing. A very familiar denim long-sleeved shirt - exactly the same as the one he’d hidden Lucy’s camisole in, way inside the third drawer of his dresser. “Um…” Unable to ask outright about the camisole, Natsu decided to divert attention. “How much of dinner did you leave us to finish together?”

Lucy smiled. “Not much. I’d rather spend time with you talking as we eat rather than struggling to talk and cook at the same time.”

Her smile didn’t give Natsu much relief but he needed to respond. “Well, everything smells great!”

“It should! I worked hard!” Lucy blinked at her date. “Help me take off my make-shift apron?”

“Of, of course!” Natsu lifted his hands to the buttons at Lucy’s neck and willed his tremors to subside. This was nothing in the grand scheme of things - who hadn’t unbuttoned a shirt before? But this was Lucy and while they’d kissed passionately more than once, never had they ever removed clothing. Urk. “I can do that.”

Lucy nodded and kept her eyes glued to Natsu’s eyes as he fumbled with the buttons of the denim shirt she wore. She did her best to keep from smirking as Natsu’s obvious uneasiness grew and grew the more buttons he released. She inhaled at just the right moment as he exposed her blue camisole. Game over. Fufufufu.

“I’m so hungry!” Lucy wiggled out of Natsu’s shirt and pretended she wasn’t wearing the very item she’d complained about losing all last week. “Hope you brought your appetite!”

“Yeah…” Natsu was oddly subdued. Seeing Lucy wearing skimpy clothes was both titillating and wrong. Did that make sense? He sure as hell liked what he saw but it made him feel odd. But not in the way Gildarts had gone to such extreme measures to explain to him (with grossly inappropriate real-life examples). “You cold?”

Lucy could have given in to Natsu right then and there. But this was bigger than right or wrong - bigger than anything she’d ever imagined. Time to pretend. “Don’t be silly! How could I be cold with a fire dragon slayer? You’re all the heat I need.”

“Um, okay.” Natsu gave Lucy a weak grin. She was working on something and he should just let her play. “Let’s eat.”

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All through dinner Natsu waited for Lucy to drop her pleasant act. His partner was playful. She served him and kept the conversation light and easy. Lucy was acting like the very definition of a perfect hostess. It was annoying.

“I’m stuffed.” Natsu covered his mouth and belched. No sense in denying who he was - he didn’t need to lie about his rough edges. Lucy had been witness to worse. “Thank you for the meal!”

“Glad you enjoyed.” Lucy smiled.

Her smile creeped Natsu out more than anything. He could sense a few of the underlying tensions in Lucy but he was confused too. She smelt receptive and angry. Not a good combination. “But I’ve got room for dessert.”

“I did happen to make a batch of brownies.” Lucy rose out of her chair and sashayed past Natsu - her hips were screaming illicit promises that Natsu had only ever dreamed about. “Want some?”

Torn between wanting to answer, ‘fuck yeah!’ and 'anytime you wanna give it up,’ Natsu settled for a meek 'yes, please.’

“I hope you enjoy.” Lucy slid a plate of delectable brownie slathered with her own creation - icing containing hot sauce - to Natsu. “You deserve all this and more.”

Pushed to the edge, Natsu gulped and cracked. “You got it all wrong! I don’t deserve you being nice! At all! I’m sorry!”

“Sorry for what?”

“I stole your camisole because you kept my shirt! Sorry!”

“But I’m wearing my camisole. How can you say you took it, Natsu?” Lucy dipped her pinky into the decadent icing as she pushed the brownie towards her partner, then slowly licked away the evidence. “I’m wearing it.”

Natsu squinted at Lucy. Part of him wanted to throw Lucy over his shoulder and act like a caveman. It would be good until she punched his lights out.

Lucy sauntered back to her seat and sat, never breaking eye contact with Natsu. “Anything you want to tell me?”

“I really admire and respect you?” Abruptly Natsu shook his head and squared his shoulders. “I mean, um, no?”

Lucy narrowed her eyes and pinched her lips into a straight line. “Fine.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck. He heaved a sigh. “Um, maybe?”

Lucy curled her lips into the most menacing smile Natsu had ever seen. “Fine.”

Oh god. “Wait…” He nervously licked his lips. “Can I throw myself on your mercy right now?”

“Why would you need to do that?” Lucy crossed her arms over her chest. “Why?”

“Because I want to live?” Natsu pleaded with his eyes. “I dunno! I’m just horny and scared and did I mention turned on?”

Lucy opened and closed her mouth, unable to articulate any words. Natsu’s honesty was refreshing even if unnerving. She had to admire that about him.

“I know I’m not making any sense right now, but how can I when you’re wearing that and smelling so good?” Natsu gestured to Lucy’s upper body. “I can’t. I just can’t!”

“Enjoy your dessert.” Lucy lost her urge for vengeance. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“The dessert that’s mine?”

“What else?”

Natsu stood up, knocking over his chair and marched over to Lucy. “The brownie can wait.”

“Huh?” Not her most eloquent moment, but Lucy was still thinking about Natsu admitting he was horny and turned on.

“I want to enjoy some dessert.”

Lucy pointed to the ignored brownie. “It’s over there.”

“Yeah, the brownie is there, but don’t you think I don’t know what’s sweeter?” Natsu lightly glided a hand down Lucy’s bare arm, smiling as she gasped. “You’re all the dessert I could ever want.”

“Yeah?”

Natsu nodded. “Only ever you, Luce.”

Lucy smiled. “Only ever you, Natsu.”

#fairy tail #fan fic #nalu #asks #answered #Evening the Score Part 2

[outerspaceisbetterthannothing]

No Love Go [Alpha!Cal AU] - The Girl Who Cried Wolf. Part 3

The Girl Who Cried Wolf | Royal Blood | No Love Go | Gimme

Summary: How does it feel to lose something you’ve never had?

Warnings: ugh, usual stuff, lack of proofreading, smut and smut and some drama and, oh that’s new, graphic description of bloody violence, so 18+ kids and on your own risk only

A/N: without long prologues, here’s the next part of our favourite wolves’ adventures. Traditionally, all my love goes to my pixie @bringmethehorizonandpizza for kicking my ass and being my consultant reader. Traditionally, thank you @flannelpunkcalum for alpha Cal 😘. Enormous shout out to the wonderful @burncrashbromance for another mind blowing lyrics edit you can see in the moodboard (the theme song for this part is ‘No Love Go’ by Jesse Mac Cormack). And huge thank you to all of you who read, commented, sent asks and messages, kept asking when’s the next part coming and just patiently waited! I can’t even begin to explain how much your support meant to me! Anticipating future questions - yes, there will be a continuation, lol)) Feedback is extremely appreciated, as always. Enjoy!

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Calum was sucking on your clit. His hands were holding your thighs, fingers leaving prints on your skin. His tongue was sliding up and down your entrance, teasing you, making you arch your back, but not entering you. Calum moved his lips to your thigh, kissing and sucking there, while his fingers moved to your core. His thumb pressed on your clit, drawing a long moan out of you. You stretched your arm out, burying your fingers in his curls, trying to move his head back to your already aching core. But he threw your hand off and kept sucking hickeys on your skin. 

“Cal, please,” you begged, not capable of holding back anymore. You felt him smiling into your thigh, his fingers started teasing on your entrance. 

You sobbed at the feeling, one of your hands squeezing on your breasts, while another went back to his hair. This time he gave in and turned back to your clit, his lips wrapped around the little bundle, while his fingers finally entered you. You groaned deeply, feeling all of your tension gather in one spot, where he was devouring you. You kept moaning out his name mixed with lustful yes’s and pushed through your greeted teeth fuck’s. 

His fingers were fucking you with the breathtaking speed. You were so close, the pit inside your stomach burning harder, ready to explode. You felt his free hand find yours on your breast and squeeze. And that moment it happened.

Your alarm went off. 

You opened your eyes to see it flicker with the red numbers. 6.35. 

You rolled on your front, cursing the whole world, Calum and yourself. You hated waking up like that, aching for the release. And it was the second morning in a row it happened. Your body was missing him, longing for him, and no matter how hard you were trying to overcome it, you weren’t any close to it. You couldn’t get him out of your mind. But you also couldn’t give in to your instincts. 

You looked at the clock again. At least you had some time to finish what he started in your dream. You closed your eyes and brought back the pictures, your imagination ready for you, your hand slipping lower on your stomach.

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Calum opened his house door and bent down to pat his tiny dog. 

“You do have the habit of saving lost souls,” commented Ashton, following Cal inside and closing the door. “First that dog, than Andy.”

“You wanna eat, buddy?” Cal asked the dog not paying attention to what Ash was saying.

The pup ran to the kitchen, two men followed him. Calum filled a bowl with the name ‘Duke’ on it with the dog food, while Ashton poured them two glasses of whiskey. They sat down on the opposite sides of the kitchen counter. 

“Did you have any time to look at the chemicals suppliers offer?” Ashton asked, his eyes not leaving his friends face for a moment.

Calum nodded, spinning the glass in his hands.

“And what do you think of it?” 

Cal shrugged. “Whether we sign it or not, it won’t change much,” he answered finally, his eyes still on the glass. 

Ashton frowned. “The fuck is on with you, Cal?” 

Calum looked up at Ash, but turned his eyes away pretty fast. “Nothing much. Just tired, is all.”

“Tired, huh?” Ash took a sip of his drink. “Is it your omega?”

Calum looked up again, sad smile on his face this time. “She’s not my omega,” he shook his head. 

Ashton’s frown grew deeper. “Hold on, she went into a heat after you two fucked, right?” 

Calum nodded and finally drank from his glass, the liquid burning his throat, distracting him from the memories Ashton brought up. 

“And you were the only one to tame her heat?” Ashton went on with stating facts.

Calum nodded again.

“So you two are mates?”

“Obviously,” Calum muttered, knowing exactly where Ashton was going with that. 

“Then why the hell would you say she’s not your omega? That’s exactly what she is.”

Calum nodded this time too. Ashton was right. And still, she wasn’t his omega. What could he say to that? He took another sip.

“Cal?” his friend kept asking. 

Calum sighed and gave in, “Remember how we could only track her down to the last city she lived in, but never to her original pack?”

“Yeah,” Ashton confirmed. 

“That’s because she ran away from her pack and tried pretty hard to cover all tracks.”

Ashton shrugged nonchalantly, “Not the strangest thing.”

“Taken out of the context, probably, not,” Calum agreed.

“And what is the context?”

Calum sighed again. Then said, “She’s from the Northern Lakes pack.”

“The one with the alphas bloodline?” Ashton gasped.

Calum nodded. 

“Okay, but so what?” his friend obviously didn’t see much problem in that, until an idea popped in his mind. “Don’t tell me- Don’t tell me she was someone else’s omega before!”

“Are you out of your mind?” Calum looked at him, his eyebrows furrowed in displease. “She’s never been anyone’s omega before me!”

Ashton raised his hands, “Chill, man! You’re just being mysterious with that shit and you know things like that happen sometimes.”

“She’s the alpha’s daughter,” Calum dropped the bomb, enjoying Ashton’s dumbstruck face. 

“But that bloodline produced only boys, that’s why they kept their position for so long,” Ashton mumbled. 

“Yeah, well, she was the first, obviously,” Calum shrugged. He knew what people said about that pack. Still, he had his own sources. 

“Did she tell you that herself?” Ashton asked and Calum heard suspicion in his voice.

“I checked her words, if that’s what you’re thinking about.”

“How?”

Calum shrugged again. “I have some friends on the north. They confirmed there was a daughter of the Lakes pack alpha’s and that she disappeared around ten years ago. The description matched.”

Ashton finished his drink and poured himself more. “Why did she ran away in the first place? Her bloodline is probably the oldest in the country and as the alpha’s daughter she could have it all.”

Calum sighed again. “From what I got, her family is pretty crazy.” Ashton chuckled to that. “Her father didn’t even presumed she could ascend as an omega. He was raising her as an alpha, future leader of the pack. So when she did ascend, things got rather harsh. She had to leave not to let her older brother kill her.”

Ashton kept gaping at Cal. “And what did her father think about his son trying to kill his daughter?” he finally asked.

“Oh, he was hoping she’ll kill her brother first.”

“Crazy, you said? I’d rather use ‘sick’ for this family,” Ashton stated, drowning half of his drink in one go. 

“You don’t say,” Calum muttered in agreement.

“So what now? She has issues with her omega nature?” Aston asked some time after.

Calum just nodded, rubbing his chin. “She said she doesn’t have it in her, obeying to the man,” he added. 

They kept silent for some more time, until Ashton came up with one more question.

“Maybe your dick play wasn’t that good?” he asked, smirking at his friend.

Calum looked back at Ashton in disbelief. “My dick play was gorgeous if you need to know! She was seeing stars and tearing up with my name on her lips.”

“You sure those weren’t tears of disappointment?”

“Fuck off, mate!” Cal scoffed to that.

“Just kidding, bro,” Ashton laughed. Calum couldn’t help but smile to that too. That was exactly why he couldn’t imagine his life without his best friend, who was able to make him smile even in the dark hours. 

“What are you gonna do?” Ashton asked all serious again after his laughter went off.

Cal shook his head, “I have no idea. For the first time since I became an alpha I have no fucking idea what to do.” He sighed, finished his whiskey and added, “But not like there are so many options. I can force her into it. Or I can let her go.” 

“You can’t let her go,” Ashton said. “You two are mates, you know it doesn’t work like that.”

Calum inhaled deeply, hiding his face in his hands. “But I can’t force her into it, either. I just can’t do that to her. So what options am I left with?”

“Just give it some time, Cal,” Ashton said with another heavy sigh. “Give her some time. She won’t be able to deny it. She just needs time to, probably, come to terms with that.”

Calum moved his hands off his face and nodded, looking at his friend. That he could do, he thought, while Ashton filled their glasses with amber liquid and raised a silent toast.

***

You strolled down the grocery shop aisles, debating on the fastest and easiest ways of not to die of hunger and still eat more or less healthy. You hated shopping on weekdays, having no power or patience enough for it after work. But as you spent your weekend first on going through the heat and then on bailing your eyes out and cursing on the whole world and your own damn nature, you had to do your shopping today, having a literally empty fridge. You didn’t even have any liquor there, all the bottles finished in an inefficient attempt to forget the past weekend.

You stopped next to the fridge with cottage cheese, thinking it would be the easier meal for tonight, when you noticed him. The wolf was standing next to yoghurts. His basket was empty. You forced yourself to look away before you draw his attention. You took a deep breath and tried to convince yourself there was nothing strange in a grown up man choosing yoghurts. Who said men only cared for meat and beer after all? Fuck the stereotypes and let men like yoghurts. That was logical enough if not for the couple of things. One of them being the fact that he left yoghurts without picking one and followed you to the vegetables aisle, his basket still suspiciously empty. And the other being the fact that you’d seen that wolf at least for the third time that week. And it was only Wednesday. 

You looked back at him again. He was rather tall, but too lanky, so looked more like a teenager than a grown up man. Uneven haircut and a neck tattoo only added to the childish look of his. You felt he was an omega, and frankly his posture and shaky hands only proved you right. You’d expect to see a wolf like that somewhere like an outskirts of a big industrial area, living alone, being an outcast, exiled from a pack by stronger male wolves as a weak element. With bigger integration into human society there were less and less situations like that among your kind. You thought, picking on herbs, how much stronger the pack bonds were becoming in past generations. But there still were some less civilized communities, so the occasion of weak wolves being thrown away, unfortunately, wasn’t that rare. Maybe he was an outcast, you though. A wolf like that being used to hunt you down seemed rather unrealistic and, you hated to admit, offensive. But what if the look of him was delusional? You were an omega yourself, for god’s sake, yet you’d give any pure blood a run for their money. You threw another careful look at the guy. He was an omega, no doubts there, but there was something else in him, which left a taste of danger on your tongue. 

You huffed, picking up a cauliflower and the couple of eggplants and trying to keep him in your eyesight. Were you thinking too much of it? The town was pretty small after all, but the annoying voice in your head was nagging it wasn’t that small. You hadn’t met Calum even once unless he wanted you to, yet you’d seen that guy every day. And even though you knew alpha had his reasons not to cross paths with you, while that wolf hadn’t, you still thought it was too strange for a mere coincidence.

You understood you lost him when you were paying for your food and let yourself relax. Not for long though, as you saw him again on a parking lot. The wolf was getting in his car. His hands empty. He left the shop not buying anything. You felt your hands starting to shake. 

You got into your car and left the store parking, keeping eyes more on the rear view mirror than on the road in front of you. His car was following you all the way to your house. When you parked next to your apartment building, you saw him drive past. Then he parked at the end of the street and stayed in a car. 

You felt danger slipping into your life again, anger raising inside of you. Why would it happen to you again? Why would it happen now?

You found shelter inside your apartment, persuading yourself he’d harmed you already if he wanted to. His task was obviously just watching you. But for how long? You were unloading your shopping bags, while your mind was running up to one assumption after another. 

Was he your father’s wolf? Sent in search for the long lost daughter? The lucky one to come to the Lakes with the good news? In that case you had almost nothing to worry about, except for your past finally finding you, of course. If you knew your father, and you flattered yourself with the idea you did know him, he wouldn’t act spontaneously. He’d wait, look around, figure out chances and dispositions, and only after that he’d act. Which gave you time. And that also was the less horrible option, as your father was undoubtedly a sick bastard, but he didn’t want to see you dead that much.

If the wolf was from your brother, you were much likely to be screwed. Your brother was even sicker than your dad. The only question was if he wanted to kill you with his own hands, or would be satisfied with just your breathless body, brought to the Lakes. You had no idea what had been happening in the pack after your runaway, you could hardly predict your brother’s behaviour and that did leave you unsettled. But if you knew at least one thing, your brother wasn’t the type to send an omega after you. 

The morning didn’t bring you any answers, as you were positive you were being followed to your work. The car was different, but not the wolf inside. And you could swear this wolf’s eyes didn’t leave you for a moment until you disappeared behind the office doors. 

You kept thinking about that while working. As worrying as it was, some wolf following you kept your mind occupied and distracted you from thinking about alpha. The thoughts of him made your heart shrink with guilt and regret, so you were almost glad you got a break from it. 

And then it stuck you. Your father and brother weren’t the only alphas who could have you followed. Could it be Calum? You started thinking. You were absolutely sure you hadn’t seen that guy from the yoghurt aisle before this week. You hadn’t seen that much wolves in general before Calum, they were careful with who they let see them. Could Calum have one of his wolves following you? But why? To keep an eye on you? To control you?

You felt blood boil in your veins. That was the reason why you hated being an omega. Every damn alpha being sure he could take control of your life without asking. You tried not to focus on the fact that the damn alpha in question was your actual mate, still trying to deny that fact. Even that didn’t give him the right to play you so dirty. 

“Heey, sorry to bother, but I need to get your answer today,” you heard behind your back. 

You looked back to see one of your colleagues, Jess. She was looking at you with a question in her eyes. You tried to remember what was that question she wanted an answer to, but your mind was too overwhelmed with all the wolf drama to concentrate on anything else.

“About?” you asked, trying to keep your tone calm.

“The trip we plan for the weekend. You remember, I told you on Monday. A little outing.”

“Yes, sure! Sorry, those reports are basically killing my brain,” you apologized.

Jess smiled in a friendly manner and rolled her eyes, “Yeah, tell me about it!”

“Remind me, please, where exactly it’s going to be?” you asked, having a bad feeling.

“In a campsite not far from the city, about forty miles or so. There’s a national park there, some really beautiful places,” Jess explained.

Your throat tightened immediately. You’d known your answer before it formed in your mind. You were prohibited to leave the town. “Oh, I’m sorry Jess. I thought it would be just for the couple of hours,” you decided to play dumb. “I can’t leave for the whole day, have plans in the evening.”

“Male plans?” Jess smiled to you. 

You felt your muscles relax. You liked Jess, she was one of the first people to actually start talking to you when you just moved here and you felt like with time you could really become friends. That’s why you smiled and said, “Maybe.”

You didn’t completely lie, you told yourself. Even though you had no plans with Calum, he was the reason you had to say no to the trip. Jess left couple minutes later after wishing you luck with your plans. You sighed heavily. You needed something more serious than sheer luck to get out of the mess you called your life. 

Somehow that short chat with Jess distracted you from your heavy thoughts and let you work in peace till the end of the day. But when you saw the same guy from the yoghurt aisle on the parking lot of your office building, all your worries overflown you instantly. You got in the car, understanding there was a simple way of narrowing the number of suspects in organizing this follow. So instead of driving home, you turned to the nearest bar. 

You chose the first guy you saw. It wasn’t important how he looked like, the only thing that mattered was that he seemed to be interested and bought you a drink. Twenty minutes later he was ready to take you on that very bar counter if you pleased. You were mumbling some shit about leaving with him, as he leaned in to kiss you, his hand on your waist. 

Before you felt his lips, a wolf’s hand lay on the guy’s shoulder, stopping him from what he was about to do and giving you all the answers you needed. You grabbed your purse and left the bar abruptly, letting the men sort out the situation themselves. The last things you heard before the door closed behind you were the guy’s exclamations and omega’s surprisingly low voice, explaining how you were “taken”. 

You pulled out of the curb on a racer’s speed. You didn’t really remember where his place was. Leaving in a taxi the only time you were there, you were able to remember the part of the city, but didn’t even try to recall the actual address. But now you realised it wasn’t a problem at all. You didn’t even need to try to find his smell or use your instincts. You just knew where to go. You let out a low roar. If he wanted to be your mate, he had to deal with you finding him anywhere and at any time. Your blood was singing in your veins, your whole body shivered with anticipation as you were getting closer to him. You tried to suppress the longing you felt for him, fueling yourself with anger. Your breath was heated, you hardly could control yourself. But it was his fault. All of it was his fault. 

His parking lot was empty, but you had no doubts he was in the house. You got out of your car not bothering with even closing the door, throwing a look to the garage door, probably hiding his black suv inside. The pictures of fun times in his car flashed in your mind, but you forced them away. You were here not for that. You were here to show that damn alpha who he was messing with. 

You pulled the front door and stormed inside, the sounds of another car parking following you suit. You looked around, dim light of the hall and Calum’s scent messing with your senses. The sound of voices was on your right, so you followed it not losing any time. 

You entered the living room as a little tornado, messy hair around your face with bright already blue eyes. What you didn’t expect, too occupied with your anger and, frankly, lust on the way here, was Calum being not alone. You stopped as four pairs of yellowish eyes turned to you. All the men in the room were wolves. One more alpha, who, you remembered, you saw at the party, where you first met Calum, and two more pure bloods. You had no idea, whose pure bloods they were, but, turning your eyes to Calum, who was already standing and looking at you warily, you understood one thing very clearly. No matter how much you wanted to come up to him and start scratching his awfully beautiful face in a rage of your fury (and maybe fall on your knees and blow him after that, but you did your best not to focus on that idea), you couldn’t do that in front of other wolves. He was not just alpha, he was your alpha, you though, squeezing your fists so hard, your nails were hurting your palms. You could have been furious with him, but you couldn’t do anything to hurt his reputation.

You hesitated for what seemed to be only a couple of seconds, but this time was enough for the yoghurt-less omega to approach you and grab on your forearm. You breathed out and turned your face to him slowly, looking at the bold wolf in disbelief. The fucker thought he had a right to touch you? More of it, to touch you in front of your alpha? You already opened your mouth to inform that idiot of all the things you were about to do to him, when you heard Calum’s low voice.

“Andy, let her go, please. It’s okay.”

The wolf let go of your arm and took a step back. Calum motioned you to the corridor behind him and put his beer bottle on a coffee table. “Excuse us,” he dropped to his friends, while you were already rushing down the corridor. You had no idea, what rooms were behind the doors in that part of the house and you didn’t really care. You just needed the farthest one. You opened the door you were aiming for and found a study behind it. Walls covered in warm colored wood, huge desk, windows looking at a rather wild garden. 

You turned back to Calum and raised your hand to slap him the moment he closed the door. He moved fast, too fast even for you. You didn’t catch the moment he snapped your wrist, the next thing you knew, he was holding you tight, both your hands in his, like in handcuffs. You were pressed to his chest with your back, his scent overwhelming you. 

“Easy, slugger,” he whispered and left a feather like kiss behind your ear. 

You started bucking, trying to free from his grip. “Let go of me,” you hissed, twisting your hands.

“Are you gonna try to hit me again?” he asked, not raising his tone. You heard a smile in his voice, felt his lips linger down your neck. You had to gather all your strength not to dwell into his touch. He was doing it on purpose, you reminded yourself, he was trying to get an advantage of you. 

“Fucking, let go,” you roared, kicking off even harder. 

Calum unclenched his grit and you almost fell into the middle of the room. You felt like you only stayed on your two feet out of dignity. You turned back and just looked at him with all the anger and offence you had in you. He was standing right in front of the door, hands in the pockets of his pants. He met your sight and didn’t flick for a moment, no shade of guilt or understanding in his brown orbs. 

“How could you?” 

He kept silent. Just a quirk of an eyebrow being an answer. 

“Prohibiting me to leave the town wasn’t enough for you? I can’t even go for a day trip with my colleagues, Calum! But your controlling ass decided to make your wolf follow me everywhere?”

“That was for your own good,” Calum finally said in the same low voice, yet you saw in his eyes he was getting angry. 

“For my own good? Are you-” you huffed, not finishing the sentence. There was no point in asking if he was out of his mind. You knew the answer, had all the evidence on your hands. “That’s exactly why I never bother with alphas!” words fell off your lips like poison. “Too high up your own asses to even think you can be wrong!”

“I protect what’s mine,” said Calum and those words sounded more like a roar.

“I am not your, Calum!” you shouted, not able to keep it down anymore. 

“Yes, you damn are! You think I don’t know what you were doing there?” he wasn’t shouting, but his words somehow hit harder than yours. You felt his anger in shivers on your skin, in the metal taste on your tongue. “Andy had a very simple instruction, he should have only get involved if you were about to fuck another human. Don’t you think it’s rather selfish of you to come after me when that’s what you were gonna do?”

“For your information, I wasn’t gonna fuck anyone! I was only checking who that wolf was working for!”

Calum chuckled to that. “I’m sorry, love, is there any other alpha desperate to keep an eye on you?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Calum, how about my freaking father?” you said, suddenly calm, as if all of your emotions were frozen instantly. “Or my crazy brother? How should I’ve known it wasn’t one of them finally finding me?”

You saw his expression change, from accusations to understanding and then to regret mixed with sorrow. He didn’t even think about it, you understood. He had no idea what awful whirl of emotions he put you through in the last 24 hours. 

Calum took a step towards you, you stepped back. 

“I-” he started, but his voice broke. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t think.”

He took another step and lifted up a hand to touch, but you stepped back again.

“Of course, you didn’t,” you dropped, venom still on your lips. You knew you weren’t that fair to him, but you just couldn’t stop at this point, your resentment pouring out of you. “Because you’re an alpha and alpha’s never wrong, right?”

He shrugged a little, like warding off your accusations with his shoulder, and stepped forward one more time. You mirrored his action yet again and crossed your arms on your chest.

“Just call your wolf off, that’s all I ask,” you mumbled. You felt uncomfortable with him towering over you. You knew you couldn’t trust yourself when he was so close and you were scared of what could happen next. 

“I can’t do that, love,” Calum shook his head, getting one step closer to you. 

“I told you, I’m not gonna fuck anyone,” you sighed and took the last step back, as you bumped into his desk with your back, “if that’s your issue.”

“I need to protect you.”

“I’m a fucking wolf, Calum!” you rolled your eyes. “Living among humans. If anyone needs protection, it’s them, not me.”

“What if your family do find you?” he said quietly, closing the distance that was left between you. 

“If that happens, your lanky little spy won’t stop them,” you sighed, feeling you had nowhere to run now. 

“He’s tougher than he looks,” Calum chuckled and put hands on your waist. “I heard some omegas have that peculiarity,” he finished with the smile and bent down to you. 

You held your breath before the kiss, yet his lips felt like breathing for the first time since Sunday morning. Calum pulled you closer, you had to stand on your tip toes even though you were wearing high heels. The kiss got deeper, his tongue claiming you once again. You tried to fight him, you honestly pushed him away for two seconds straight. You wanted to stop him, say that wasn’t what you came for, but instead you let yourself sink in the kiss. You kissed him back, your arms flew to his shoulders. It was crazy how intense your body’s reaction to him was. Your hands were shaking with lust, bright flashes twinkling under your eyelids, dark pit burning with desire in your abdomen. You were scared your heart would break through your ribcage, it was beating so hard, like it was trying to get close to Calum’s heart. 

He picked you up and sat on the desk, the difference in heights not so prominent now. You felt his hands on the small of your back, wondering when he pulled your shirt from under your jeans. With your leg around his hip you involuntary brought him even closer. His fingers were burning your skin up, you only detached your lips to take a short breath. 

“Please, stop,” you mumbled in one of the pauses like this.

“No,” he whispered back, his lips sliding down on your jawline, “haven’t touched you in too long.”

“It’s been just five days,” you managed to state between your moans, your hands already tugging on his shirt.

“Felt more like five years,” Calum groaned and moved back to you lips. 

He was kissing you hungrily, his hands deep in your hair, his eyes shut so hard there were crinkles around them. He was so soft and felt so much like home at that moment, that you couldn’t keep it inside anymore, all the stress of the last day leaning over you. Your eyes watered up and you failed to suppress the sniff. Calum stopped abruptly, feeling something was wrong. 

“Just stop, Calum,” you asked quietly. But there was no need, he wasn’t holding you anymore. 

You jumped of the desk and fixed your shirt with your shaking hands. Calum tried again to reach you, reassuring ‘Hey’ falling off his lips. But you gained enough self-control to let this happen. You practically pushed him away, being met with sadness in his eyes. You knew he didn’t mean wrong. But you couldn’t let him have it. Not after what he did, not on his desk and not in the house full of wolves with perfect hearing. 

“Call off your wolf,” you didn’t ask this time.

Calum didn’t answer anything, not like you expected him to. You gave him another heavy look and left the room. 

The sound of your heels went around with an echo as you strode down the corridor. The wolves were still in the living room, looking at you with the mix of interest and judgement. You thought you saw another alpha having a ghost of a smile on his face, but you were too much in distress to look at him twice. As you headed to the front door, the lanky omega rose from his seat and made a few steps towards you. You stopped and looked back at him.

“Are you fucking serious?” you growled under your breath.

The guy lifted up his hands in a joking giving up gesture and stepped back to his armchair. 

You huffed and left without another word.

Calum came out to the living room after your car left. His movements were slow and careful.

Omega turned to him immediately. “I’m sorry, alpha, I-”

Calum stopped him with a gesture. “That’s okay, Andy. You wanna beer?”

Omega nodded and looked at the others wolves warily. Calum handed him a bottle and gestured to sit down with them. They sat there in silence for some time, everyone too scared to bother Calum, and Calum too deep into his own thoughts.

Ashton was the first to speak up. “You remember I said it’ll take some time?” he asked. 

Cal nodded.

“Well,” Ashton went on, giggling uncontrollably, “maybe it’ll take a little longer.”

***

Summer breeze was playing in your unruly hair, making them tickle on your cheeks. You spent the whole day on your little balcony, enjoying your book and the rare opportunity not to worry about anything. The serenity of the day relaxed all your tensed muscles and calmed down your mind. Worries of the past week died out inside as abruptly as they emerged, leaving nothing inside you besides the peaceful emptiness. You loved this state of yours, when all the emotions burnt down to the ashes and it felt like nothing in the whole world could ever worry you again. Of course, such calmness was the most temporary thing ever, but you were thankful even for a short break. You knew it wouldn’t last long.

Another wind blow brought you a familiar scent, marking the end of your emotionless pause. You sighed, mentally preparing to a new battle. You heard the car door close down on the street. You didn’t need to look to know it was him, but you did anyway. Calum looked up and saw you standing and watching him. He didn’t smile, as calm and serious as you were. Just looked at you before entering the building, a garment bag in his hand. You inhaled his scent deeper and went to open the door for him. You knew his visit wouldn’t probably end well, but you also knew there was no way out of it except through.

Calum entered your apartment a minute later. He was in a suit, navy blue button down a little stretched on his toned chest. He looked too good for your sanity. Sweat covered your palms, and you had to make an effort to steady your breath. You knew he felt how much of an effect he had on you, but he didn’t show it in any way. 

Instead he handed you the garment, “This is for you.”

“What is it?” you asked, standing still. 

Calum exhaled and put the bag on a hanger next to your door. “It’s a dress.”

“Why would I need a dress?” you asked in the same calm tone. You weren’t trying to provoke him or be a bitch about it. You just wanted to understand and get through it as fast as possible. 

“Because I want you to wear it and go with me to some event,” Calum explained. He put his hands in his pants’ pockets and was watching you intently, like he was trying to see something under your skin. “My pure blood is about to marry Ashton’s pureblood and today is the ceremony of giving her away to the other pack. I want you to go with me.”

“I’m not going there, Calum,” you shook your head. 

He took one hand out of the pocket and stroke his chin. You’d seen this gesture already, a little signal of him being nervous or thinking of what to do. 

“And before you go with all the angry alpha roars and decide to order me to go,” you continued, not giving him a chance to try to force you into it, “I’m not going, because I have nothing to do there. These are not my packs, Calum, I don’t know these people and, even though I do wish them all the happiness, I don’t wanna be at their party.”

“One of these packs is yours,” he said through gritted teeth.

You felt his anger in your spine, but ordered yourself not to react on it.

“No, it’s not.”

“You’re my omega and you’re…”

“But I am not your omega, Calum!” you exclaimed back, stressing every word. 

You thought that’d be it, the moment when you start shouting at each other, not capable of a civilized conversation anymore. The last time you shouted at each other popped up in your memory. Including the heated make-out session on Calum’s desk. Would this one end the same?

Instead of shouting, Calum slowly came up to you and asked, his voice calm, low and soft, “If you aren’t my omega, then why are you dripping for me already?” 

You stared at him, taken aback and having nothing to answer. You were dripping for him, your underwear soaking wet since the moment you saw Calum in that suit. But damn you if you admit that out loud. 

For better or for worse, Calum didn’t need your confirmation. His hand raised up to your face, caressed your cheek, then gripped the back of your neck and pulled you in. His lips were harsh and demanding, as his hands, clenching on your shoulders and leaving bruises on the pale skin. You tried to push him back, your hands pressed to his toned abdomen, teeth biting on his lower lip. His low roar, a reaction to your bite, set your blood on fire. His hands moved from your shoulders, one pressing hard on your back and the other sliding down to your butt and squeezing hard. You yelped in Calum’s mouth, when you felt his fingers slip between your butt cheeks and push into your wet core through your pj shorts and underwear. You tried to slither from that touch, raised to your tip toes and somehow ended up practically hanging on him, only easing everything for his fingers. You felt Calum smirk, not stopping kissing you feverishly, and groaned in displease. No matter what you were doing, it all was somehow helping him. 

You lifted your hands higher and sank your nails into the skin of his neck. Calum lost his breath as your fingers slipped down to his collar, leaving red scratches. You smiled, feeling a little better at your small revenge, picked up the hem of his suit jacket and pulled it off his shoulders. You didn’t want to sleep with Calum, you knew it’d only mess everything even more. But fuck it if you could stop now, when he was sucking on your neck so damn good. 

Calum let go of your body to help you with his jacket, but a moment later his hands went back. One was clasping on your hip and another slipped under the waistband of your shorts and panties, getting where it was before, but with no cover stopping him now. Calum had to lean forward a little for his hand to get to your clit, making you forget how to breath in the process. But that gave you some space to pay him back, as you didn’t waste much time and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and let your hand sank down into his underwear, gripping on his already half hard cock. 

“Still thinking you’re not mine?” Calum chuckled, getting back to kissing your lips. Instead of answering, you just squeezed his dick, not afraid of using your nails, feeling it getting harder in your hand. You brought your thighs together, turned on more at how you were turning him on more, and added to the pressure his fingers were producing on your clit. Calum chuckled again and detached his lips from yours, one of his hands pressing on your shoulder. You looked up at him and felt your body trying to sink down under his silent command. You tried to refuse, shaking your head, and scratched with your nail alone his slit. He nodded with the same smirk on his face and pushed you down more. Your knees betrayed you and you finally sank down. You hated the power he had over you and loved it to death. 

Your hands pulled his pants down, your tongue licked on him through the soft material of the underwear, to your surprise, white this time. And you thought he only wore black. His dickhead was peeking out of the waistband, red and leaking precum. You felt your mouth filling with spit at the mere view. Calum pulled your hair up in one hand as in an improvised ponytail and pushed your head towards his dick. You put your hands on his thighs and pulled away, not giving in so easily. You looked up at him, devilish smile on your lips. 

“Aren’t you one damn stubborn she-wolf?” Calum mused back, tugged down on his underwear with his free hand and lined up his dick for you. You shook your head again, same smile on your lips. He wasn’t smiling anymore, his eyes full of anger and lust. He pushed your head closer, making you almost crash into his crotch. You took his dick and let it slide on your cheek, the touch is light and almost innocent. You lightly pecked his head on the way back and looked back up at him. 

Calum bent down to you and roared through his greeted in anger teeth, “You think it’ll help you, being such a fucking tease?” he shook his head in displease and then added in a low alpha voice, “Open your mouth!”

You couldn’t fight his order and so you obeyed, watching him dip his cock in your mouth. You gulped at how deep he went. You only had so much time to get a little air before he sank in again. You held on his thighs and tried to get used to the fast rhythm. Calum was practically fucking your face, like punishing for denying him all this time. You heard low moans falling off his lips, sinful sounds making the fire inside you burn brighter. You were so whipped for him, even now, being pushed on your knees, being forced in sucking him off, being fucking hard in your mouth, you were enjoying that. Just because it was your alpha, you could be that obedient just for him. 

You felt him letting go of your hair carefully. You pushed back to take a breath, but curled your lips around his dick the moment later and kept bopping your head in the same rhythm. He stroked your cheek, whispering, “That’s my omega.  Look how good you’re for me.” You couldn’t help your smile, looking up at him. Calum smiled back and started unbuttoning his shirt. The sight of his bare chest peeking out from under the shirt made you moan from desire, the vibration of you throat drawing a hiss from Calum. You pushed one hand down your shorts and pressed two fingers to your clit. The sensation was so hard, you moaned again around his dick and scratched it with you teeth slightly. 

Calum groaned loudly from your teeth and looked down, trying to see what got you so worked up. He shrugged off his shirt, smiling at the sight of your hand going fast in your shorts, and bent down to you, pulling on your hair again, making you let go of his dick and look up at him. With your mouth open and gaping for air and lips glistering with your spit you looked so unholy, he had to make an effort to keep his moan back. Instead he held on your face, fingers pressing on your cheeks. 

“Shall I cum on your face and leave you without your release for those sharp teeth of yours?” he asked, his sight slipping to your hand pleasuring yourself.

“No, alpha,” you sobbed quietly, his face blurry in front of you, all your focus on your clit. 

He smirked and, giving a light slap to your cheek, ordered, “Hands up.”

You whined at a loss of the contact, but obeyed. Calum pulled your top up, hissing at the sight of your bare tits and pushed you on your back. You fell down on your elbows, watching him freeing you from your shorts and underwear in one move. You widened your legs, making sure your dripping pussy was right in front of him. You almost laughed at how he was looking at you. 

“Can’t live without that cunt now, can you?” you asked, your voice full of mocking.

He looked at your face, growling lowly. Then grippen on your legs and pulled closer to him, hard wooden floor painful to your back. He spread you even more, lifting your legs on his forearms and, leaning down, sank into you to the bottom. 

“And can you live without that dick?” he asked, enjoying your face, eyes rolled up and mouth opened, you lost for breath. 

He pushed again, not giving you any time to adjust, you let out a long moan. Then he pushed again, just as deep. You felt his balls slapping on you, floorboards hitting hard on your body only adding to the pleasure. Calum huffed, going on faster and fasted on your, until your moans went into continuous wheezes, the only sounds you were capable of now. 

A strand of hair fell on Calum’s forehead. He tried to shake it off, but it stuck in a sweat. You raised your hand up, pushing the strain from his face, making him look at you. You left your hand on his cheek, eyes not leaving him for the moment. You couldn’t say who started kissing who first, you hugged on his neck and pressed him even more into yourself.

“God, you drive me fucking mad,” he whispered between heated kisses, not slowing down his pushes into your. “How d’you do this to me?”

His lips sank on your neck, you felt his teeth leaving little marks on your skin. Your heart was beating so fast, legs started shaking. You felt your orgasm coming and closed your eyes concentrating on the feeling of him moving inside of you. You had no time to warn him, your release crushing you hard. “Fuck, keep squeezing,” you heard like from under the water, lost in your own pleasure. You felt Calum going a little faster, pounding into you with all the frustration he had, until he gained his release, coating your insides and roaring into your shoulder. 

You had no idea how much time it took for the both of you to gain consciousness again, a minute or an eternity. Calum tried to lift himself off you as he came, but you gripped on his neck, forcing him to press you to the floor with his weight. Eventually he rolled off you, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder before that. He sat up and pulled on his underwear and pants, tangled around his ankles all this time. 

“Mind if I smoke?” he asked as he finished with fixing his pants.

You shook your head. Calum fetched himself a cigarette and lay back down, taking a drag. 

You wolf senses were in an overdrive. You heard water leaking out of a tap in an apartment above yours, kids shouting on a playground on the other side of the building. Could smell the  gas on the street and Calum’s shaving lotion. 

“How can you live here?” Calum asked, apparently being bothered with too many noises and smells too. 

You shrugged, “Just switch my senses off.”

Calum smirked, “Still moments when you can’t do it that easily.” He handed you his cigarette. “Wanna drag?”

“Not smoking,” you answered, sitting up. 

Calum felt the change in your mood, his hand stroking your bare back. “We can’t go on like that,” he said, his voice low.

“Can’t offer you anything else,” you shrugged. “Fuck me as much as you want, Calum, it doesn’t change anything.”

Calum sighed, finishing his cigarette, and stood up. He picked up his shirt and put it on, looked around for the suit jacket, took it from the floor and stepped to the door.

“Forgot the dress,” you told him, still sitting on the floor completely naked. 

Calum looked back at you, his eyes drained of emotions. “It’s a present,” he dropped and left.

***

Lights hanging from the cedars branches were making this place look like a scene from a fairytale. Calum took another look at the future bride and thought, how fairytale was exactly what Gabbie deserved. She was so beautiful in her pale blue dress and looked so happy, Calum couldn’t help but feel his heart clench with pain. He was beyond happy for her. And still he was losing a loyal wolf tonight. 

The ceremony of betrothal was beautiful and light. Calum persuaded Ashton to take the honor of conducting it and couldn’t be more right about it. Ashton’s joyful temper and his love for silly jokes made this evening as troubleless as it was supposed to be. And Calum was more than happy with his role of giving Gabbie away at the soon wedding, instead of her long late father. 

Now people were just having fun, two packs living in such close connection that most of the times it felt like one big pack, where everyone knew and loved each other. Kids and young wolves were dancing and messing around, making older laugh and mock them. Some couples were sneaking deeper in the woods, risking of troubling the patrol. Guards, who were free from service today, were gathered in a small group away from the centre of a party with water and non-alcoholic beers in hands. Calum looked down at the same bottle in his hand. 

“Not fair, huh?” asked Ashton coming up to Calum, nursing a glass of water. “It’s our own party and we can’t even relax.”

Calum shrugged. He came to terms with his duties long ago and didn’t see much trouble in it. “Life of an alpha,” he said, taking a sip from his bottle. “And it’s not our party, it’s Gabbie and Peter’s.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ashton frowned, “still.”

They stood like that for some time, observing their wolves having great time and feeling same satisfaction with their lives. That was what they were living for after all, to take care of their packs.

“You have a scratch on your neck, by the way,” Ashton noted after some time. “Got in a fight with a nasty branch?”

Calum let out a humourless laugh. “I know you can smell her on me. Why asking?”

Ashton shrugged, “Just giving you some privacy, mate.”

“Wanted to bring her here,” Calum explained. “But she refused. Again.”

Ashton only laughed to that.

“Seriously, Ash, what’s so entertaining in this for you?” 

Ashton snorted, not able to hold back anymore. “I’m sorry, it’s just-” he broke, taking a deep breath and calming himself down. “Don’t you see the irony?”

“What irony?” Cal scowled even more.

“Remember how you never bothered with omegas?” Ashton went on, explaining. “Said, you hated how obedient to you they were and how never cared about anything but flattering you? Well, I think you found the only omega in the whole world who doesn’t want to obey to you, and she’s your mate. I’m sorry, Cal, but that’s hilarious!” 

Ashton giggled as he finished and Calum couldn’t help laughing with him. As difficult as his situation was, Ashton was somehow right. 

But their laughter died out the very next moment. Calum turned back to the woods behind him, he heard some movement and didn’t like it at all. Ashton’s low roar next to him only proved him right. Two alphas stood still, watching and listening to the darkness. 

Calum understood everything first, the moment before a pair of yellow eyes became visible between trees. 

“We’re under attack!” his voice went above the party like a thunderstorm, bringing everything in movement. Packs, chaotic at the first sight, started acting like a clockwork mechanism. 

Guard, lead by purebloods of both packs, stood right behind Calum, bottles dropped to the ground, followed by jackets and ties. Ashton stepped back, organizing male betas in a circle around the kids and women, his task to protect the weakest in the pack. Calum heard his friend order Gabbie and Pete to stay with him, and to his own satisfaction heard no objections from Gabbie. He looked around, taking in the number of wolves under his direct command and started taking his clothes off, preparing to shift. He roared, seeing more and more wolves coming from the woods. He shook his head and shifted, his guards howling to him. Those fuckers chose the wrong night to attack his pack, he thought. He bent down on his front paws and prepared for a jump. 

***

You were rereading the same page for the third time already, but the meaning kept slipping away from you. You huffed and started from the beginning, trying to concentrate on the plot. Couple minutes later the book flew to the wall, followed by your irritated groan. 

It’s been hours since Calum left. You took a shower after it and cleaned the floor where you were lying and settled on your couch with a book in a feeble attempt to get him out of your mind. But, of course, Calum was the only one you could think about.

You kept replaying his earlier visit in your head. Not the sex scene, unexpectedly rough and filthy, for which you couldn’t blame him. You knew you made him go so hard on you, your stubbornness used to drive wolves with even stronger self-control mad. And you were not opposed to rough sex too, so that part didn’t bother you at all. What bothered you was his request and the way he left you after. You couldn’t help but ask yourself, if that was possible for Calum to actually be that alpha.

He demanded you to go with him, yes. But he never ordered. He knew you couldn’t disobey, yet he still didn’t use his power. He got angry with you, but never forced you. Like he wanted it to be your choice. He needed it to be your choice and not his command. Even in sex, when he was forcing you to get on your knees and ordering to open your mouth, you were pretty sure, you say no out loud at least once and he’d stopped. You knew he respected you enough for that. 

So you kept asking yourself. Him being the alpha who wants you to follow him by choice and not only the instinct, could he be the alpha you’d finally choose to follow? Maybe you’d be able to obey him? Knowing he respected you and took you as a partner and not a slave. Could it be that your alpha mate was also the alpha you’d agree to bent to? You shook your head, which was blowing up with questions without answers. You knew him well already, but you still didn’t know enough.

All of the sudden everything around went black. You felt excruciating pain in your ribs, like something was breaking them from the inside. You heard a deafening shriek, full of fear and despair, and only a moment later you understood it was you, who cried. You closed your eyes and felt wet ground under your paws, the smell of pines and the taste of your blood in your mouth. Only you knew your own blood really tasted different. Your broken ribs were scratching on your left lung with every breath you took. You had a deep bite on your back paw and you were losing consciousness fast. 

You came up to the surface of your illusion. Your body covered in thick sweat, pain still burning on your rib cage. You knew it was Calum. He was somewhere in the forest, hurt and in danger. You tried to think of something logical to do, but all the logic went out of the window under the pressure of your instincts. You almost fell on the floor, your legs were shaking so hard, you held on your left side with one hand. You were positive your ribs were totally fine, still it was impossible to move normally. You slid your feet in the flip-flops you saw near and picked up you keys on the way out. You didn’t care you were wearing the old pj’s or had a messy bun on your head. You gave no fuck about anything right now, except of your alpha needing you. 

You emerged from the building entrance, rushing to your car as fast as you could with the feeling of broken ribs. You pressed a button on your key, your car signaled shortly, when the other thing you couldn’t expect happened. You heard your name being called behind you. 

You turned back abruptly and stared at the wolf in front of you. 

He was taller than you remembered, shoulders more broad and hair shorter. But you couldn’t help recognizing him. You knew him all your life after all.

“Matt?” you called, your voice feeble and shaky.

He nodded, taking in your appearance. Your mind was rushing around, jumping from one thought to another. How could he find you here, you spent so much time, hiding your tracks. Calum was in danger, you had to go. Did your father send Matt or your brother? You couldn’t waste any more time. Why was Matt looking at you so intensely? You really had to go. 

“How did you find me?” you finally asked.

Matt shrugged, “It wasn’t easy.” He thought a little and added, “You weren’t the best of us for nothing after all.”

You shivered visibly. You felt danger, but couldn’t understand, was it your fear for Calum or was the danger you felt coming from Matt. You stepped back to your car.

“I’m sorry, Matt, I have to go,” you told him. 

“You haven’t seen me in ten years and that’s all I got,” he smirked, looking around. “Don’t even wanna know why I took all that trouble looking for you?”

You sighed.”I really have no time right now, Matt. It’s a matter of life and death. We’ll talk later.”

He chuckled to that. “Was afraid, omega instincts would change you, but no, you’re still the same bossy little wolf you were.” 

You frowned to that, opening the driver’s door.

“You do wanna talk with me, trust me!” he tried one more time. 

“I told you, Matt, we’ll talk. Just not now.”

You couldn’t bear it anymore, pain driving you insane. You started the car, throwing the last look at the man from your past. 

“You smell of another wolf,” you heard in the open window. You didn’t look back. It didn’t matter, he didn’t matter. 

You took a deep breath and let your senses lead you, not giving another thought to where you were going. You left the living area and turned to the narrow road between the trees. Fifteen minutes later you saw lights in front of you. It looked like there was a party here, but people, mostly kids and women, weren’t having fun. Tables and decorations were thrown around like by a small tornado, people’s clothes dirty and ripped. There was no music, voices not louder than whisper.

You parked and got out of your car, heading to the centre of the scene. You inhaled deeply, feeling his scent everywhere. He was here not so long ago. Was he in the woods now? You looked around in search for anyone to ask. If these were Calum’s wolves, they could have known something. 

You saw him gathering the younger kids together, the guy from the yoghurt aisle. It seemed like he wasn’t looking at you on purpose, doing everything for you not to see him. Too bad you already did.

“Hey, you, the yoghurt guy!” you called him, coming closer. 

The omega handed kids to the young female pure blood, who eyed you with suspicion, and turned to you.

“First, my name is Andy,” he said. “Second, the hell you need here?”

You would lie if you said you weren’t taken aback by his attitude. You frowned, getting you were quite too bossy for calling on a wolf who wasn’t even from your pack. 

“Where’s Calum?” you asked in a slightly softer tone, your hand still clenching on your side. The pain wasn’t burning so bright anymore, which thankfully let you think. But it was still there, not letting you care about anything else until you find Calum.

Andy shook his head, bitter smirk on his face. “Obviously, not here.”

You huffed and tried to go from the other side, “What happened here?”

The omega just shook his head again, not bothering even with saying anything. He turned to go away from you. You grabbed on his arm and made him look back. “You alpha is out there somewhere in pain and probably unconscious. You better answer me right now,” you hissed under your voice. You tried to be polite, you gave him the chance. Not your fault he chose the hard way.

“How do you know he’s in pain?” Andy looked at you with the same mix of suspicion and displease in his eyes, but a small trace of worry in his voice let you know, you got him.

You sighed, thinking of what you could possibly say to this to make that wolf believe you. “Cause I’m his mate,” you finally answered, settling for truth. 

You saw the shadow of understanding in his eyes, him finally getting why Calum would ask him to follow you. He huffed, looking away, and already opened his mouth to answer you, when some rustle from the woods distracted you. You saw the grown wolves rounding kids and teens, you were slightly surprised by how well their protection skills were trained. You instinctively stepped in front of them, finding Andy and the pure blood girl you’ve seen before next to you. 

When the wolves came out from under the cedars, you felt everyone relax a little. An alpha, whose smell you recognized and five more pure bloods were leading a big group of she-wolves and young pups. You saw some wolves in human shape running to their friends and probably relatives and hugging on the furry necks. The female pure blood, who was just standing next to you, ready to fight, kneeled down to the brown-furred wolf and stroke his back, human eyes looking straight into wolf’s. You turned away from this intimate scene, feeling uncomfortable, like you were peeping through a hole. 

An alpha shifted aside of you, all women instantly looked back. All except of you. Andy was already handing him some pants. Alpha thanked him and turned to you. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked. His tone wasn’t hostile, he was asking purely to get an answer, not to show you weren’t welcome here.

Still, you had no time for this. “Where’s Calum?” you asked him back. 

Alpha frowned, looking around and then turning to Andy, “They didn’t come back?”

Andy shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed. Alpha looked around again, silently counting on pure bloods and guards around, some already shifting back into human forms, some staying wolves. “But they should have come already,” he mused out loud. “He, Luke and Mike left first to clear the way. They should have been in front of us.”

“Ashton, you were the only ones who came back,” Andy said.

Ashton, as Andy called him, turned back at you, being even more at a loss than you were. 

“Why are you here?” he asked again and immediately added, seeing your irritated frown, “I mean, how are you here? Why are you looking for him?”

You sighed, clenching on your side, “I felt his pain.”

“You what?” Ashton asked, your words probably the last he was expecting.

“I felt his pain,” you repeated, getting tired of this talk, feeling burning in your ribs increase with every moment of your delay. “He’s got two or three broken ribs, scratched, maybe already torn lung and a serious bite on his back paw. And he’s unconscious, from what I can feel.”

Ashton was looking at you quizzically, like you were speaking some other language he didn’t understand. “Do you have your mating mark?” he finally asked.

“No,” you answered, wondering where that question came from.

“You don’t have your mating mark, yet you can feel his pain as your own,” he stated, looking at the side you were still caressing. “Damn, you’re more stubborn than I thought.”

You scoffed, “Can we actually concentrate on the fact, that Calum is still out there injured and in danger?”

“Right, sorry,” Ashton rubbed his forehead. “We were having a party, which you so eloquently chose to ignore, when they attacked us. Cal took the guards and fought back, as usual. The fight moved deeper in the forest, Cal always tries to push attackers away from the pack. We thought, it was okay and then men with guns came. They took women and kids and, of course, we shifted and followed them, most of the guard following us.We fought our people back pretty easily, Cal said he’d go forward and clear the way. It was probably just a trap. They only wanted him.”

“Who wanted him?” 

“The Ripper,” you heard the answer from Andy this time, he was looking guilty for some reason.

“Is it some lame nickname or what?” you frowned, not getting the joke.

“He calls himself Ripper absolutely seriously. He’s an alpha of the biggest pack in the south. They with Cal have had bad blood for some time,” Ashton explained to you. 

“Whatever,” you shrugged, that information was just as useless for you. You actually needed just one thing. “Where can I find them?”

“That’s the problem,” Ashton chuckled, “you can’t. They don’t have any kind of base.” 

“Okay,” you nodded, “where did you see them last then?”

“In the northern part of the woods, closer to the town border.”

You nodded again, turned north and took off your top. All the wolves looked away like by the order. 

“The fuck are you doing?” you heard Ashton hiss behind you. 

“I’m going to get him,” you shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing ever. You stepped out of your flip-flops and took off your shorts and panties. 

“You can’t go there! We don’t even know where exactly they are. We don’t know anything!”

You looked back at Ashton, who looked at your side, all blue and purple from the bruise you had there. “The only thing I can’t do is stay here, while he’s there. Anything else I can.”

“Cal’s gonna kill everybody for seeing you like this,” Ashton muttered, shaking his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Why are you still looking then, Ashton?” you asked with a smirk and shifted. 

It took a couple moments for you to find your balance again. You heard Ashton curse behind you, taking his pants off. “Guard goes with me!” he called out. “Gabbie, Andy, you too. Jeff, divide everybody in groups and send home, all the kids and she-wolves stay with their group leaders until me or Calum come back. No one follows us no matter what! That’s an order!”

You sniffed the ground around, hearing wolves shift behind you, but there were too many tracks to chose one you needed. So you closed your eyes and let your pain show you the way. The pack lined up behind you, naturally choosing you as their lead, even Ashton slowing down his pace. And it just felt so right. Like you were sixteen again, hunting at night on the Lakes, your future pure bloods behind you, ready to fulfill your any order. But it wasn’t a child game anymore, the pain reminded you. 

How do you know where you’re going? you heard inside your head.

You turned right and looked at Ashton, his dark brown fur looked almost red in the moonlight. 

I’m his mate, that’s how.

But you haven’t submitted to him, that just doesn't work like that, he mumbled in your head.

You didn’t answer anything to that. You had no idea how it was supposed to work, but also had nothing against the way it was working now. If not for that bound, you wouldn’t know something was wrong with Calum.

You were running through the woods for some time, when you suddenly stopped in front of the tiny spring and started pacing along it in distress. The wolves ran forward and were coming back in circles around you.

What happened? Ashton asked treadding closer.

Can’t go further, you explained, feeling something stopping you and not letting cross the spring.

What? Why?

You huffed, looking around. It was a damn good question.

Let me guess, you said, we’re at the town border?

Ashton confirmed, wolves around him getting impatient.

Fucking shit, you hissed. Calum prohibited me to leave the town.

Okay, stay here, Ashton agreed far too easily. Less worries I’ll let my best friend’s mate die out of her stupidity.

Don’t even count on that, you stopped your pacing and brought up the memory of the pain you felt at first. The feeling of the ribs being broken, the fragile membranes of a lung being injured. All the despair and anger, you felt it all over again, letting the pain flood your mind, seeing red and not remembering anything besides pain, pain, pain...

You jumped over the spring and rushed forward in an attempt to run from all of that. Breaking your alpha’s order felt like breaking your spine, each backbone separately, but that didn’t change anything, your body already in too much pain to notice that. You heard the wolves following you suit, howls sounded behind you. You sank deeper into your wolf’s nature, feeling the pain step back and free some space for the animal instincts. 

Soon the run was over, you came out to the abandoned industrial looking building on the outskirts of the woods. Ashton came up to you again.

Alright, let’s say, four wolves go first and take over the watch if there’s any. Then we send…

You didn’t let him finish, jumping out of your shelter and rushing to the closest window. You heard Ashton ordered his pure bloods to protect you at any cost and felt them reaching you as fast as they could. You jumped into the window, which didn’t have any glass in it for what seemed like a decade at least.

It was shabby and dark inside. Smells of rot and dirt made you huff. You treadded down the hall, peeking around the corner. Two wolves were there, guarding the door to the other part of the building. You couldn’t even call that a room, the borders of it more of a metaphorical type in the ruins of it all. You had no time to even think what wolf to start with, as two pure bloods passed you and jumped each their own wolf. You strode past them and entered a much wider space. Was here a factory or something? You could see a weak light on the other side of the hall and rushed towards in, more wolves at your side. 

You didn’t see where these other wolves appeared from. One moment you were peacefully running to your goal, surrounded by your guard, and the next you found yourself in a middle of a wolves’ fight. You checked, that Ashton had more wolves than those who were attacking you, and speed up. They had they work, you had yours. 

The room wasn’t empty, just as you hoped. You saw Calum lying away still in his wolf shape. His beautiful black fur was covered in dirt and blood, his eyes were closed. But he was breathing, and for now that was enough. You turned to the man standing above him. A wolf in his human shape, holding a gun in his hand. You growled, stepping inside the room. The man looked at you.

“And the fuck are you?” he asked, stepping away from Cal and turning his gun at your. “This pack had no blue-eyed sluts, I’d known already,” he informed you, like you cared at all. 

You saw big scar running across his face, from his chin to the hairline. That was Ripper, you understood.

Please, just don’t do anything stupid, you heard Ashton asking behind you. 

“And the loyal best friend, just as I expected,” Ripper smiled, looking at Ashton. “What a lucky day. Will finally kill you both and have two packs to myself.”

You looked around the room while that dickhead was talking. Calum was far enough for you not to hurt him in the process. The bulb hanging rather low was the only source of light for Ripper. You scoffed, looking back at him. What a wolf would chose a humans’ weapon over his claws and fangs? He truly deserved everything you were about to do to him.

Go right, you told Ashton. 

He sniffed, not looking at you, displeased to get an order from an omega, but suppressed his nature and did as you said. Ripper, just as you thought, followed his movement, not thinking much of you. No one ever thought much of an omega.

As I jump, run behind his back and wait there, you instructed him. 

I’m not gonna hide, he owes me too much.

Okay, stay where you are and catch a bullet, you mentally rolled your eyes. Always the same story with alphas. Was nice knowing you, Ashton. 

And with that you jumped. Not at Ripper, you aimed at the bulb. It started swinning, shadows jumping on the wall, making it look like a dozen black devils were dancing around the room. As you expected, Ripper started shooting instantly. With satisfaction you noticed that Ashton whisked behind Ripper’s back. You were jumping in crankles, bending to the ground and trying not to catch a bullet yourself. You pushed off the wall in your last vault and aimed to Rippers hand with the gun. You knew you had close to no chances to avoid it, heard the gunshot when you were already in the air. Your teeth clenched around Ripper’s wrist at the same moment the bullet sank into your flesh. You heard the bones crunch and hoped those weren’t yours. Ripper shouted and tried to shake you off, the gun feel to the floor and shot one last time. 

Any holes in you yet? you asked Ashton as you landed on your paws in front of the yelling bastard and prepared to the next jump. 

Nope, you?

You didn’t answer, feeling the burning in your right paw. You jumped again, this time sinking your teeth in Ripper’s soft throat. Even his blood tasted disgusting, you thought, letting his body fall and thumping on his chest. He gurgled with his own blood for couple minutes more and finally died. 

You’re bleeding, said Ashton, coming closer and sniffing your paw.

Just a scratch.

The sounds of the fight were getting lower, Ashton’s wolves kicked away all the wolves of Ripper, as you understood. You looked at Calum, still lying in the far corner of the room. You heart clenched with worry for him and you stomach churned at the thought of what you were about to do. Not like you had that much of a choice, there was only one way of preventing anything like that happen again. You jumped on the Ripper’s breathless body and started tearing on his clothes with your claws. As you were done with fabric, you plunged your claws into his still warm chest. You helped with your fangs, opening his chest up, making sure blood splashed all around you. 

The fuck are you… you heard Ashton’s voice in your head, but blocked it. You knew how it looked like, but you had to do it. 

As you broke through the ribcage, you snatched his heart and ripped it out of his chest, dropping it on the floor nearby. One lung was thrown to the opposite wall, the other to the entrance. You were going on consistently, stomach, liver, both kidneys, his guts, throwing his insides around like in a crazy ritual. You glanced around, as you finished, checking the result. Just the type of picture Ripper deserved, you concluded, shifting back in your human form.

Blood was covering the most of your front and the pain in your arm grew stronger, no animals instincts to suppress that now. You heard Ashton shifting behind you, as you came up to Calum.

“Why would you do that?” Ashton asked, glancing in disgust at the scene you left. 

You carefully took Calum’s snout in your hands, feeling his warm steady breath on your palm. You saw something gleaming in the fur of his neck, stretched your left arm and pulled out a dart. 

“Why would you do that?” Ashton demanded an answer, towering over you.

“To leave a message,” you explained calmly. “And for your information, your alpha voice doesn’t work on me. Look here,” you added, showing him a dart. “He was sedated.”

Ashton nodded, “That explains it all. Cal would never be taken down so easily.”

You dropped the dart and stroke Calum’s neck, his black fur stinky, but still beautiful. 

“Can anybody of your men steal a car?” you asked Ashton, not looking up at him.

“I can,” you heard from the entrance.

You with Ashton both glanced there to find Andy gaping at the scene in the room.

“You said they came in a car,” you said, turning to Ashton again. “If we’re lucky, that car is not far from here. Please, be careful while carrying him there, his lung is fine for now and I’d much rather it stays like that.”

Ashton unexpectedly snorted. You looked at his face in confusion, trying to avoid looking at more intimate parts of his body.

“I thought Cal was exaggerating when he said you were a born alpha. But I see he meant every word he said,” he explained. You smiled shyly, hearing not judgement in Ashton’s voice, but more of a surprise and amusement. 

He turned back to Andy. “Did you find Luke and Mike?”

“Yeah, they were also sedated,” Andy confirmed and then continued with a smirk. “Lara almost bit off the heads of the wolves who were keeping them.”

“Women ripping throats for their wolves,” Ashton chuckled, looking around. “Tell me about it.”

“Andy, please, bring couple more men to take Calum,” you broke into their little conversation. 

You heard omega’s bare feet slopping on the concrete floor. 

“Please, take care of him,” you asked Ashton quietly. 

He looked at you, frown on his face. “What do you mean? You’re going with us.”

You shook your head. “I  need to take care of the others,” you answered. 

Three pure bloods entered the room. You stood up and took several steps from the Calum’s body to give them more space. They lifted your alpha and left without saying anything out loud, only Ashton’s head nodding told you they communicated differently. 

Ashton looked back at you. “They’ve gone, my wolves took care of that.”

“They will come back as soon as you leave, to see what happened to their alpha,” you retorted. “They can feel his death, but they’ll come back to check.”

“Calum is against killing,” Ashton still tried to talk you round. “And I agree with him.”

You looked at the alpha, quirking an eyebrow. “I don’t need them dead, Ashton, that’d be a stupid waste of resource. I need them alive and scared shitless, so they can take a word about a crazy wolf protecting the town and ripping alphas’ throats as far as possible. So no one ever crosses your borders without thinking twice beforehand.” 

Ashton smiled. “You are crazy,” he agreed, “but I like it. I’ll see you later.”

You watched him shift and run away from the room stinking of blood and dirty flesh. You shifted back into a wolf too and sat on the floor, preparing to wait. 

***

Calum opened his eyes, squinted and closed them again. The light wasn’t bright, only a table lamp under a grey lamp shade on, but it was still difficult for him to look. His head was hurting from the sedatives, as he thought. The dull pain in his side signaling of his ribs healing up. He couldn’t remember when he’d shifted back in the human form, but decided it was for the better, imagining the pain shock from the broken ribs. 

He listened to the sounds in the house, ground floor full of his pure bloods and some other wolves. He found Ashton and asked, concentrating his hardest on their mental bond, Have we lost anyone?

Calum sensed Ashton’s smile. You’re one lucky bastard, mate, his friend drawled with a giggle. Both packs are safe. Welcome back to the world of living!

Calum thanked his friend and gave couple of orders to his wolves and then turned to the little frame on his left.

You were the first thing he sensed as he woke. Not the pain, not the dizziness. You. 

You were sitting on the floor, your head on your crossed arms next to his hand, fast asleep. Your right shoulder tight up in bandages made Calum frown, questioning, where could you get it. You were in Calum’s clothes, too big for you and only accenting how delicate you were. No makeup on your face, little frown between your eyebrows. Calum wondered, what was bothering you in your dream. You were the most precious creature Calum has ever seen in his life, mating bond or not. You were the best thing in his life. And that’s why he had to let you go, no matter how much he was aching from that decision. 

You stirred soon, too soon for Calum’s liking, and raised your head, sleepy eyes shining with joy at the sight of Calum.

“How do you feel?” you asked, pushing some hair from his forehead. 

“Like I was beaten up and sedated,” Calum answered with a smirk.

“Pretty accurate,” you smiled at him.

He looked at your shoulder, “Where’s that from?”

You shrugged, “Don’t worry, it’s just a scratch.”

You just sat there, looking at him, basking in the serenity of the moment. Although, you felt Calum had something on his mind.

“Have you been here long?” he asked finally.

“Almost since you were brought back,” you answered, omitting how much of an almost and looking at the dark skies outside his windows, “which has been a day already, I think.”

“Sorry for worrying you,” Calum mumbled, stroking his chin. 

“No worries, I knew you’re tough enough,” you shrugged, sensing there was more to his apologies, than just worrying you with his injury.

“I can’t do this to you anymore, love,” he whispered, looking at your hands on his bed covers. “I can’t force you into being mine.”

“What?” you exhaled, looking at him in shock.

Calum met your eyes and said, “You can leave the town now. Can go away if you want. I won’t be bothering you and won’t try to stop you if you decide to move away.” He sighed and went on, while you were trying to comprehend his words, your brain went numb suddenly. “And I’m sorry for what happened in your apartment yesterday. You didn’t deserve such attitude, and I’m really sorry that I tried to force you into it with sex.” 

You kept gaping at him in total disbelief, feeling a mindblowing mix of fury and adoration raising inside you. 

“You’re such a fucking idiot, Calum!” you whispered, shaking your head. “You haven’t understood, have you? It’s never been up to you if I stay or go. I’m here, because I want to be.”

He looked at you just as surprised as you were, looking at him a minute ago. 

“Don’t you wanna know how exactly your pack found you?” you asked, feeling the anger overcome all the tenderness you had for your alpha.

“They tracked me down,” he shrugged, giving you the most obvious answer. 

You huffed, pushed off the bed and lifted his shirt you were wearing, not caring if you were showing off your breast. His eyes found what you revealed for him fast enough. You saw his plump lips round in a silent ‘oh’. 

“Where’s that from?” he asked, as you lowered the shirt.

“That’s from your broken ribs,” you said what he was already proceeding. 

“But this is…”

“Imposible? Yeah, guess our mating bond went a little deeper than anyone’s expected,” you huffed.

Calum looked up at you again, his eyes are even more full of sorrow than before. “You felt it?”

“All of it,” you confirmed, not trying to sugarcoat it for him. “I was the one to find you, Calum. I broke your fucking order not to leave the city to come for you and trust me when I say that shit hurt almost as much as your broken ribs. I caught a bullet for you. Hell, I killed for you, Calum. Not for you to tell me to leave now,” you finished.

“You killed someone?” he asked, completely taken aback by your tirade. “Who?”

“The Ripper guy, or what was his name,” you shrugged, showing it was the least important thing right now. 

Calum shook his head, muttering, “Unbelievable.”

You shrugged again, “He was standing over you with a loaded gun, not like I had much of a choice there.”

“I’m not saying he didn’t deserve it,” Calum said, his voice slightly defensive, “I’m just  surprised, is all.”

“Well, would gladly do it again, if I could,” you growled, pouting and crossing your arms on the chest and instantly wincing from the pain in your side and arm.

Calum huffed and with an effort sat up, leaning on the headboard.

“Hey, no no no, lie back down, your ribs are still…” you tried to stop him, your pout immediately forgotten.

“Comere,” he motioned on the bed, interrupting your mumbling. 

“You need rest,” you protested, your voice weak. You wanted to come closer to him, to feel his hands on your. But the memory of his wounds and the pain he went through was still fresh.

“Bring your pretty ass up here!” he snapped at you.

You sighed and sat up on the bed as careful not to touch him as you could. Calum rolled his eyes at this, leaned forward, flinching at the pain in his body, grabbed your arm and pulled, making you straddle his lap. He hugged you with both hands, buried his face in your hair, which probably smelled of his shampoo, and finally relaxed.

“Thank you,” he whispered, “for coming for me and saving me. Though, I’d rather you didn’t need to kill anyone for me.”

“He had it coming, threatening my alpha,” you whispered back with a smile.

“You’re a maddening, maddening woman,” Calum sighed into the crook of your neck.

You sat like that for some time, holding each other and tasting the lack of heartache between the two of you. No hard thoughts, no regrets poisoning your bond anymore. You caressed his head, his hair soft under your touch, and looked at him. His lips were too close not to touch them, just once, only for a moment. The kiss grew deeper, soon you were diving in it, making your lungs ache for air. Calum’s arms squeezed your frame, making you writhe from the pain and still asking for more. Soon you felt him getting harder under you.

“Calum, stop,” you asked, it took all of your restrain to detach your lips from his.

He shook his head, reaching for you, “Need you.”

“You need to rest, so your broken ribs can actually grow back together,” you tried to argue. 

“My ribs are fine, comere,” Calum pressed his crotch to your clothed centre, his lips assaulting your neck. 

“You’re insatiable,” you giggled, his lips tickling on your skin. “Calum, stop, I’m not fucking you in a house full of your wolves.”

Calum looked up at you and smiled devilishly. “I sent them away while you were still sleeping.”

You listened to the house. And instantly understood he was right. The fridge was gurgling in the kitchen and Calum’s dog was shifting in his sleep on the couch. Apart from that the house was silent. It was empty. How come you didn’t hear it? 

“You still need rest,” you tried again.

“I still need you,” Calum smirked and pushed you a little back in an attempt to get on you, but you pushed him back. You huffed, giving in. 

“Let me ride you,” you whispered, sitting up and sliding from him. 

“Where you’re going, baby?” Calum pulled you back.

“Wanna fuck me through your sweats?” you snarled back, wiggling out of the pants.

Calum chuckled. “Watch your mouth,” he warned, as you straddled him again. He already lowered the covers and his underwear and you sank straight on his dick.

You both lost your breathes at the first moment, feeling too intense, mixed with pain and pure euphoria of belonging to each other. Calum’s hands slipped under his own shirt, covering you now, to stroke your body, help you keep the balance. You whimpered quietly and lifted yourself, sliding back down and letting him go deeper. You were going slow, as slow as you only could, savouring the feeling. Calum was kissing you deep, his tongue moving in unison with your rocking on him. His hands were torturing your breasts and clenching on your butt. He didn’t try to rush you, taking all you were ready to give, whispering how you were his in your hair, inhaling your confirmations along with your moans. You felt like you lost yourself, becoming a part of him forever. Until you found yourself again, shattered to million little pieces, shimmering with bright happiness.

The sky was getting blue as you two lay in your bliss, your head on Calum’s shoulder. 

“How bad is it?” Calum asked quietly, rubbing your bandage.

“Told you, just a scratch. The bullet barely brushed,” you whispered back, kissing his skin. You felt he had something on his mind again and waited for him to spill.

Calum sighed and asked after a while, “What now?”

“Hm?” you lifted your head up to see him better. “What now?”

“I mean-” Calum stumbled, looking away. “Do you still need time? Can I bring you to the pack? What are we doing now?”

You giggled, amused to see your big bad alpha so indecisive and unsure. 

“Why is everyone laughing?” Calum groaned, rolling his eyes. “What’s so damn funny in all of this for you?”

You hid your smile on his chest, not missing the opportunity to peck on his collar bones.

“Don’t you think we started from the wrong end?” you asked only to be met with his confused sight. “You’re expecting me to spend the rest of my life with you, Calum. How about asking a girl out on a proper date?”

“What, sit in a restaurant, discussing worst childhood memories and favourite books?” he asked skeptically.

“Yes,” you nodded. “And also the names of first pets, what foods we’re allergic to and what political party we vote for.”

Calum let out a short laugh. He raised up a little and pecked your nose. “A date it is then.”

Then he lay back down and closed his eyes, pulling you in closer. You put your head down on his shoulder and closed your eyes too, ready to drift off to sleep. 

Instead you saw a parking lot and a pure blood demanding of your attention. You froze, shivers crept up your spine, the realization striking you. Matt was in the town and wanted to see you. How the fuck could you forget about that?

“You alright?” Calum asked, feeling you shift uncomfortably, his voice thick and sleepy.

“Yeah, just, understood I have to be at work in several hours,” you lied.

“Call in sick,” Calum offered.

You mumbled something what you hoped sounded as an agreement, wishing you could just as easily call in sick to your past, which seemed to finally reach you this time.

***

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[achieveandhunt]

live typing extra life 2019

warning: this a fucking LONG post. if you plan on reading it all, godspeed.

i typed all of this as it was happening on stream so this gets progressively less coherent as i grow more sleep deprived. prepare yourselves. i may or may not go off topic at some points

larry vehemently vomiting pure malic acid. we’re off to a great start

what the fuck the soggy ass popcorn in that ranch jesus christ

lindsay in the song from AH the musical. i love her so much

jeremy going YAAAAAAY after someone eats a cursed oreo

matt getting AGGRESSIVELY kissed by larry

“this kiss this kiss” before geoff and jack kiss

geoff “i’m from alabama” ramsey

THIS FUCKING RANCH SEGMENT HAS ME GAGGING

jeremy “the alcohol demon the whiskey goblin” dooley

alfredo “you wont believe what the white people did today” diaz

DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS GET THAT DICK ESSENCE

wait why does it sound like wonderwall

they look like characters from the matrix

the speaking parts. make my teeth hurt

in conclusion: they weren’t kidding abt the tight pants 

okay everyone get ready for eric soundboard spamming YEAH BABEY

“hi i’m from broadcast and i don’t want to be here” they represent themselves well

also, let’s take a second to appreciate broadcast here!! they have a really tough job and don’t get a ton of credit. lots of love to all of broadcast!!! you guys are awesome

i am: foreseeing problems with this eric sound board

which one is eric?? will the real eric please stand up?? was the real eric the one we found along the way??

“i’m... just really worried that i won’t ever find love-” “i really don’t care”

WHY DO THEY HAVE THAT ON THE SOUNDBOARD (what does that apply to? whatever it is you’re thinking of, but mostly “daddy wants some”)

ooh someone’s about to get a fReE tongue piercing from a pineapple

god dammit i went to the bathroom for thirty seconds and now they’re eating chad’s chest hair

owie the shock collar and belly slap look painful, but drinking natty light from a shoe? that’s a true punishment

“and this roast was brought to you by meundies”

ah yes what better way is there to end a segment than people throwing up

“man action” oh no

THROBERT MULVEINY

K A R B is blind in T W O of her eyes

“my last name is cottagecheese”

I HAVE A PIECE OF METAL SHOVED UP MY A S S 

chris has somehow managed to lose 23 years of age and roughly 412 pounds

“just open throat like baby bird” who the fuck is writing this and why is it jeremy

jon. jon you’re breathing in adam’s ass fumes

a summary of this segment: ass and cottage cheese

BARB IS HERE I REPEAT BARB IS HERE

“to fitness” -starts choking-

final fitness coach: tad, here to workout your issues so they can beat you into submission

“will you buy my wet” well i don’t see that on the raffle items

we’re back folks & i’m loving this walk around segment

moonball wall and gavin&michael will soon be reunited can we get an F in the chat

jeremy getting a borderlands tattoo is very on brand

what’s extra life without a little satan

“starvation army, putting lead back into paint, increasing childhood obesity” people in chat: TAKE MY MONEY

chris “i’m doing a different hole” demarais

ah yes. the game we all play in hell: twister

nobody edit chris getting mustard shot down his throat. i’m scarred enough from the original clip

oh fuck. oh god. the mayo. oh god what the fuck is up with the misuse of condiments this year

this just in: a human soul costs roughly $12,700

D̷̯͑̆̈́͝Õ̸̲͎̥̬͈̬̙͕̲G̸̢̧̠͉͚̙̲̙̓̔̀̇S̷̥̀́͆̈́̇̀ ̶̣̞̗͚̬̭̖̦͇̈́̎̈́̿̓̈́͆̒̋D̷̙̟̩̫͉̺̐̊̚Ö̶̥́̋́̓ͅĜ̵̞̌͋̏̉̌̕͝͝S̵̤̹̣̫̮̻͛̍̑̕͝͝ ̷̧̨̞̙̥̟̜͍̉̍̑̏̇̀̾D̴̻̮̩̯͓͉̖͎̘͐̒͋̓̉͝ͅỎ̶̰͓̳̥͑̅͛͊̒͐͊͘̚G̵̩̻̦̥̠̃̔Ş̶̹͚̩̱͖̀͆͘ ̸̢̢͇̻͔̗̺̼͖̱̏̾̔̚D̴̨̨̫̙̃̾̋̾̆̓̓Ớ̷̡͓͎͊G̶̱̣̣̰̝̖̰̗̓͐̐̊͋̀͊̀̕͝Ş̷̩̺̬̖͙̺̟͗̈́͒͗̀̑́́̕͠ ̷̡͈̼̲͈̳̫̺̝̈́̋͌͗̒ͅD̸̨̬̞̪̗̘̄̑͆̿̈́͘͠͝O̸̡̡͇͕̻͎͍͉̅̌͗̄͌̑̉̔͂̎Ḡ̸͙̟̪̞̬̬͕͐̈̏S̶̝̪̼̮̠̜̭̳͖̘̑

urine: to help with aerodynamics

jon: maya, speak! maya: *the smallest arwoo*

today’s mvp: any dog. pick one. no matter which you pick, you’re right

how the fuck did blaine change back from satan so quickly

barb as a cat is... my new sleep paralysis demon

blaine: barbara speak! barbara: climate change is real

#dogsforkids

this just in: extra life killed my wifi

we’re back & kdin is in the business of killing people with spice. she is the spice queen

queue six thousand well-timed 1337 donations

HOLY SHIT THAT’S COLIN FROM WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY

hmm “questionable liquids” is very... questionable

trevor: oh there’s four of them! we all get to join in the Fuckkkk

“what’s your favorite kind of candy” “any meat”

i like pickles and i would rather rip my eyebrows off than drink the juice so i feel for trevor

the only thing worse than drinking apple cider vinegar is shooting it out of your nose

“can you feel the love tonight” “i used to and that’s the problem”

“flubs every word man” damn, really missed the chance to say captain hair

jeremy not being able to intentionally flub his words is so fucking funny

OK BOOMER 

wow i can feel my blood pressure spike just watching these shots

Xavier Woods is here and he wants to know if it’s Christmas

miles doesn’t know what a question is

WHERE’S YOUR HAIR

oh no. oh no helping hands is next. everyone clear a splash zone

CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE

miles bossing around chef mike is priceless

“you leave that fucking dough on the floor”

“you wanna slam your hands down on the table” *pizza sauce goes flying everywhere*

HOEDOWN HOEDOWN HOEDOWN jesus why do i keep doing that

“If Colin Mochrie is listening, I’ll see you here next year” OH FUCK YEAH

--- this is when i take a break so my soul can return to my body (aka i have work to turn in. college will never not be a pain in my ass) ---

oh god dammit i missed all of Always Open. fuck college who needs a medical degree

so... we have some very interesting things happening in family feud and i’m not sure if i like any of them

hmm. is now the time to get drunk

oily twist feels very... ominous

what do you mean you don’t remember gandalf having a taser in lord of the rings?

someone in the chat said “big stupid sleeping thing is what my parents called me in high school”

i think i’m blacking out what’s going on i don’t remember the past two hours

ah yes. voldemort and snape having a talk show together sounds exactly like something J.K. Rowling would make a spinoff book or show or porno of

can we just talk about how much shit chris has been doing this year? what a guy. what a dude

“coldy with voldy” actually means getting knocked the fuck out cold because you only got three hours of sleep last night and you don’t want to miss chef mike and lindsay cooking

this snape poem is summarized by one phrase: “that was terrible sit the fuck down” (sorry chris)

“let’s destroy a weasley” enter chad

fucking called it

“you smell poor” i need a caffeine drip

heh the wheel spins are at 69 heh nice

i’m a grown ass woman

welcome to a section called: we torture chad for your entertainment

“who wants us to kill weasley?” *massive cheers from the audience*

“wait weasley step away from the wideshot so i can masturbate to this later”

“i’m not gonna rub my eye mom”

oh they’re really gonna kill chad on stream huh

i felt that chest slap in my soul

i think i felt my own ribs crack

oh fucking

tumblr deleted my thoughts on the fanfic section

alright. fine. brief summary: my teeth are burning

my mom lindsay is on next and i’m so excited but i’m nearing the point of loopiness so things will go downhill dramatically from here

this is my fucking fourth extra life, you would think i’d be smart enough to sleep the night before

LINDSAY LINDSAY LINDSAY THAT’S MY MOM

JEREMY JEREMY JERE- wait a second... did jeremy get taller

oH CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE

i hope Xavier comes back next year because he’s funny as fuck

m y a t t

oh god the mcdonald’s shade i’m rolling

lindsay “who’s the chef here” jones

chef mike mentioned mayo and i involuntarily gagged

chef mike clowning the big mac. i’m crying

he made the right choice with ryan bc i’ve seen his cooking stream(s) and it’s nothing if not great content

i heARD A MICHAEL JONES

“lindsay you haven’t done anything but warm up cookies so far” “yeah and?? you’re welcome”

you know that classic snack. slightly warm oreos

JEREMY THE LIQUOR GOBLIN DOOLEY IS BACK

oh god him screeching across set is making me cry laughing

why does it remind me of trevor’s voice cracks in the one minecraft ep where they’re singing the lion king

the biggest spoon for the smallest shot glass

i just realized we’re not even halfway through yet and i’m scared for the length of this list i’m gonna end up falling asleep involuntarily at some point

lindsay no your teeth are going to errode from that shot in your mouth

well timed leet donation #1829495

this gorden ramsey bit is so fucking good

jack: what do you think of the arugala? matt: i don’t even know what you said

iT’s NoT jUsT tWo CoOkIeS miCHeAL

jeremy and michael just chillin amidst the choas is exactly my demeanor at any party i’ve ever been to

lindsay scores: ryan = 7 because diet coke, matt = still eating lindsay’s meal so it’s a 10, xavier = also still eating it so it’s an 8. total: 25

“deep fry everything but a remote control”

chef mike scores: ryan = 9 for no death, matt = greens are present, words were said, score is 8. xavier = Gourmet Mcdonald’s, food is edible, score is 8. total: 25

oh fuck it’s a tie

now they fight to the death. death = doing as many shots as possible

i think we’re all going to need liver transplants after tonight

no jesus please don’t vomit oh goD oh fUc k please- oh thank god

okay i’m making a part two this is too much

#extra life 2019 #i’m going for full 24 hours this year #rooster teeth #achievement hunter #jeremy dooley #michael jones #lindsay jones #jack pattillo #geoff ramsey #gavin free #ryan haywood #matt bragg #alfredo diaz #trevor collins #fiona nova #i regret everything in my life that has led to this moment