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#scott: no bite me so i have an excuse not to go
piningprecussionist · 1 month
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Kim you a Kamen Rider fan
Uh, no? Don't think so.
Name sounds vaguely familiar... one of the other clowns around here might be acquainted with it.
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I didn't really watch too much TV as a young kid? I liked to mess around with my kit or go fuck around in the forests, for the most part. I started watching stuff more in highschool and college.
Some stuff I enjoy, or enjoyed, off the top of my head- Batman: The Animated Series, Are You Afraid of the Dark?, Buffy the Vampire Slayer... There are definitely more things that I watched, but I'm not sure what all I really stand by enjoying... sometimes, you just watch something because it's so weird it fascinates you, ya know?
#ooc: name sounded familiar so i went to look it up. kinda get the impression that it's probably not something she watched- partially due to+#+ runtime/reception i think. unless i misread something#ooc: LOOKING UP SHOWS THOUGH I MIGHT BE GOING A LITTLE UNHINGED... SOOO MANY THINGS I WANT TO GIVE HER...#ooc: I DONT CARE IF ANY OF THESE MAKE SENSE ACTUALLY IM GIVING HER MY MEDIA TASTES THEY KINDA ALIGN. FUCKING. BITE ME.#((ooc: the last comment is about Dinosaurs. if you are unfamiliar. look it up and then stare at the costumes for a minute syckdhdkhfjfh))#(ooc: fun pine facts! my family has that series as a DVD set and has for Many Years now- so that IS a show i watched as a kid actually)#(ooc: i did also watch buffy- though i only watched B:TAS more recently)#(ooc: someone has a hc in the discord that scott went to college to be a cartoonist- so her watching it is partly just i see no reason she#+cant be into animation and partly maybe Scott could've watched it? ik he's more of a marvel guy but the animation is good- he could have +#+ watched it just for that! and kim would have indulged him and actually come to quite like the characters maybe)#(ooc: also i love are you afraid of the dark... i havent seen very much of it but i own one of the dvd sets and i was OBSESSED as a kid. +#+ loved it more than goosebumps but i could never find any more CDs :( so if anyone knows where i can watch it online--)#(ooc: also! i havent watched it so idk if Kim would- but Sabrina the Teenage Witch. thoughts?)#ooc: also she watches Futurama because I fucking said so. i take no criticism.#ooc: it we want more things i could see her watching maybe ask abt specific ones! i could give her thoughts on them maybe#ooc: use them as an excuse to rewatch some stuff maybe xycifkchfbf#pine.txt#asks#rp#kim pine#sp comic#spvtwtg#spto#spvtw#janstaratthedisco#not in standard continuity#?
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ilovewriting06 · 2 months
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Hello friend, I wanted to know if you can make one of Scott McCall, where is he married to Isacc's younger sister, Scott and Yn are celebrating Scott's birthday party, so after the party they have a hot moment, smut, a few weeks go by and Yn discovers that She's pregnant so she tells Scott then the others.
Tanks and your work is amazing 😻.
I hope you enjoy it Anon!
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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Scott chuckles at my enthusiasm before pushing me away from him, and ultimately off the bed. I squeak when I hit the floor causing Scott's head to pop over the edge, "Shit! Sorry! You okay?"
I fake pout and sniffle, "No, you hurt my feelings."
He rolls his eyes before getting out of bed and stretching. From my position on the floor I get a wonderful view of his toned abs flexing and I can feel myself start to drool from the memories of last night.
I jump when Scott snaps his fingers in my face, "Ay, get your head out of the gutter, I'm too worn out from last night." I roll over to push myself up as I scoff, "Some alpha werewolf you are."
I don't get a chance to crawl to my feet when I'm picked up like a ragdoll. When I'm set on my feet I come face to face with a smirking Scott, "How's that for an alpha werewolf?"
I roll my eyes and walk towards the bedroom door as I speak, "10 outta 10 for strength. Sadly, strength doesn't help your endurance or performance."
I'm walking down the stairs of our two story house on the outskirts of Beacon Hills when I hear Scott squawk and run out of the room, "What's wrong with my performance?!"
I walk to the kitchen deciding to ignore him but that plan is thwarted when I'm caged against the counter as Scott looks down at me with a raised eyebrow, "If I recall, my performance was just fine last night."
I bite back a smile as I deadpan, "Sure." I go to wiggle out of his hold but his arms tighten, "Nuh uh, don't sure, me. Those noises you were making last night tell a very different story."
I finally smile and peck his nose, "You're right, you're performance is perfect." I pause and watch him smile before I sigh wistfully, "If only your endurance was too."
I dart out from under his arm but he catches me by the waist, "You listen here you little twerp, my endurance is just fine, when I'm not hungry."
I relax in his hold and spin around to face him, wrapping my arms around his waist, "So, what you're saying is that if I feed you, you'll fuck me?"
"Please don't."
I spin around and squeal before tackling Isaac, "Izzy! You made it!"
He chuckles, "Of course I did, couldn't let my brother-in-law celebrate his 25th birthday with only one Lahey, that's just boring."
I hear Scott scoff, "Excuse you, she's a McCall now, has been for almost two years now, thank you very much."
I step away from Isaac in time to see him roll his eyes, "Whatever, she was a Lahey first. Anyways, you mentioned food." He directs the last part at me and I chuckle, "Yes, yes, come on wolfies let's go get breakfast."
They both groan as Isaac says to Scott, "She's hanging out with Stiles too much." I turn around and scoff, "There is never too much Stiles, he's literally the only one that knows how to keep dipshit over here from doing something stupid. I'm married to him and I still don't have the best luck with talking him down from doing something dumb."
Isaac rolls his eyes, never having liked Stiles too much, and Scott pouts, "It's my birthday, you aren't supposed to be mean."
I pat his cheek before walking to the fridge, "What do you two want for breakfast?"
"Waffles!"
"Pancakes!"
"Hey, it's my birthday, so I get waffles!"
"Yeah, and I just spent 13 hours on a plane to come wish you a happy birthday, so I want pancakes!"
I groan remembering why Melissa's house almost fell to the ground when all of us were still living there.
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I smile and pull Stiles into a hug when he walks through the door. He chuckles and sways us side to side, "Hey, Y/N/N."
I place a kiss to his cheek as I pull away, "Hey, Stiles. Where's Lyds?"
He rolls his eyes before looking towards the door, "Last minute makeup touches so she's 'presentable' or something, I don't know with her sometimes. She doesn't listen to me when I tell her she's beautiful without makeup."
I snort and grab his hand dragging him to the kitchen, "Well, since you're hear I need your cooking expertise."
When we get to the kitchen he raises and eyebrow, "Alright, what's wrong? We went over all the plans for this yesterday so something else is wrong."
I shake my head before playing with my fingers, "You know how Scott has wanted a baby for awhile?"
He nods before his eyes widen and he whisper shouts, "You're pregnant?!" I shake my head and shush him, "No, but I need you to do me a favor."
He crinkles his nose, "I mean, I'm flattered really, but you're like my little sister sooo..."
I can hear the sarcasm so I smack the back of his head, "Would you shut up and listen?"
He nods and actually focuses so I put on my best smile, "I need you to let Isaac stay with you tonight."
Stiles' mouth drops and he scowls, "No, no, absolutely not. He can't stand me, I can't stand him, we have like this silent agreement. Besides even if I agreed Lydia would have to agree and more importantly so would Isaac. Also, why the hell do you want him gone so soon after him getting here?"
I give him a look and his eyebrows furrow as he thinks about it before realization spreads across his face, "Aw, ew, that's just gross! I didn't need to know that."
I put on my best puppy eyes and pout, "Please, please, please! You'll get the title of godfather and best uncle, I swear. Not to mention this is the only birthday gift I got him, well, planned for him and it wouldn't be fair to force him to wait a week until Isaac leaves for his birthday gift, plus I'm ovulating right now." I really regret agreeing to Isaac's rule of no sex while he's in the house and I really regret getting Scott to agree to it too.
Stiles groans before nodding, "Okay, okay, you get Lydia and Isaac on board, then I'll agree."
I nod before yelling, "Isaac! Come to the kitchen for a second!"
Not even two seconds later Isaac comes bounding into the kitchen before stopping and sneering at Stiles, "Stilinski."
I roll my eyes before filling with pride as Stiles ignores Isaac and just looks at me. I turn to Isaac and clasp my hands together, "So, you'll be staying at Stiles and Lydia's tonight."
Isaac snorts, "As if, I'd rather stab my eyes out with a toothpick than stay with Stiles."
This time Stiles speaks, "Oh shove it, Scarfboy. I wouldn't have agreed to it if she wouldn't have asked me. I actually listen to what my sister has to say, maybe you should try it."
Any pride I had felt slips away and I groan because I know where this is going.
"I'm sorry, did you just call her your sister?! Listen here you no good, dirty rotten, son of a bitch, she's my sister. Has been for 23 years and last time I checked she didn't even know who you were until she was 14! Stop trying to steal my sister just because your mom died before you got one!"
Stiles' jaw tightens as my mouth drops, "Isaac Daniel Lahey, that was out of line, and you know it! What is wrong with you two, you've been after each other's throats since you met?"
By this point Scott is now in kitchen with wide eyes but I'm more interested in finding the real issue between these two.
Isaac is the first to answer, "He just swept in and stole you away, you were all I had left and he almost stole you away from me."
My mouth drops open but I'm surprised when Stiles' anger dwindles slightly, "Dude, that was never my intention! Yeah, I claimed her as my pseudo sister but that's because we spent so much time together. One of two things was gonna happen, we were either gonna fuck, which, ew, no offense Y/N/N, or become like siblings!"
I nod agreeing with Stiles because that is exactly what happened, "He's right, we bonded because we're both humans in the world of werewolves, kanimas, and banshees."
Isaac scoffs, "That bullshit, really? The only humans?"
I scowl and now my anger is flaring up, "Yes! Stiles and I were always left behind because we weren't as fast or as strong as you. Which to an extent I can understand, but Isaac, you shut me out. You got these super cool powers and we got away from dad, but after that, you just pushed me away!"
Isaac's eyes widen, "That isn't true!"
"Yes it is, and you know it, I can see it on your face! Not to mention you ran away to London when things got tough! When I needed you most you were thousands of miles away, and fuck if that didn't hurt!"
Isaac falters before he responds in a softer voice, "But...Allison."
I stiffen and I feel a hand on my back and I realize Scott had moved over to stand by me at some point. I huff trying to remain calm, "Yeah, well you weren't the only one that lost her, we all did. She was Scott's first love, Lydia's best friend, and like the older sister I always wanted, and Stiles." I take a deep breath before moving closer to Stiles and grabbing his hand squeezing it in reassurance, "God, Isaac, Stiles blamed himself for her death for months. You have no idea how much he went through, yet you still treat him like shit over some false assumption he stole me away or something, and I've heard you on more than one occasion imply that he had something to do with Allison. Even though I know you don't believe that."
I take a breath and I can physically see Isaac's face soften at the mention of Stiles blaming himself for Allison's death. I move back over to Scott needing the stability he offers me before speaking again, "Listen to me Isaac, I love you with all my heart, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel that same love for Stiles. Hell, I have the same love for Lydia too, it's the love between siblings. But you have to believe me that I didn't replace you, I just added to my family, but you were never, ever replaced."
I glance at Stiles to make sure talking about Allison hasn't affected him too bad before turning back to Isaac as he visibly relaxes. I think we all tense up slightly when he pulls Stiles into a hug which has Stiles looking at me as if he has no idea what's going on. I shrug just as clueless as him before I hear Isaac whisper, "Jesus, Stiles, that wasn't your fault. I-I thought you knew that, but I should have known your guilt complex wouldn't allow for that."
I sniffle and hold back happy tears before turning to face Scott, "I'm sorry we had such a big fight on your birthday."
Scott's eyes widen as does his smile, "Are you kidding me?! Babe, this is the best birthday gift ever!" I hear Stiles snort slightly at that comment before him and Isaac are hugging it out again.
I look up as the sound of high heels make their way to the kitchen before Lydia stops in her tracks with wide eyes, "What the hell did I miss?"
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I smile and look around at the family all packed into the living room. Noah and Derek are talking about only god knows what, Liam, Isaac, Scott, and Stiles are crammed on the couch as Scott and Liam help the other two boys get to know each other a little better. Lydia and Melissa are currently in the kitchen helping with last minute preparations, oh crap yeah that's why I'm out here, "Who's in charge of grilling?"
With that all the men accept for Derek and Liam jump up and I roll my eyes, "Okay, no to literally all of you except Noah. Literally don't know why I even asked."
The boys scoff in indignation and I raise an eyebrow and look at them, "Scott you burn everything, Isaac you literally burned water, I'm not trusting you with a grill. I turn to Stiles and smile sympathetically, "Stiles, oh darling Stiles."
Stiles narrows his eyes, "I feel like I'm about to get made fun of." I shrug before saying, "Stiles, I don't trust you with fire. Don't get me wrong you're a hell of a cook, but I don't think grilling is for you. You'd burn your eyebrows off somehow, and trust me, you'd look even worse with no eyebrows."
He rolls his eyes before slumping back onto the couch and muttering, "Bitch." I roll my eyes and Scott smacks him with a throw pillow, "That's my wife, be nice."
I kiss Scott's cheek and grab the pillow, "Thank you for defending my honor but it's fine, it's normal. He calls me bitch and I call him asshole, dick, bitch, dipshit, idiot, bastard, stupid, bitch ass pu-" This time I'm cut off by Stiles, "Alright! We get it, you call me every name in the book of insults. I love you too."
I snort before turning back to go into the kitchen with Noah following behind me.
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Everyone is playing an aggressive game of football in the backyard, with Lydia as referee, while Melissa and I clean up in the kitchen. I glance out the window as Isaac tackles Stiles to the ground before Stiles flips him the bird as he pushes himself off the ground.
I snort as Melissa hands me another dish, "I think those two are going to get along just fine." Melissa hums in agreement before asking, "So, when were you going to tell me you were trying to get pregnant?"
My mouth open and closes like a fish as I look at her, "W-what? H-how did you even know that?"
She smiles, "I accidentally pulled up your record the other day and saw all the tests you had done, I didn't look at the results though. I didn't want to overstep too much."
I blush and play with the dish towel I'm holding before leaning on the counter, "I wasn't sure I could have kids, that's why I had all the tests done. Scott's wanted kids ever since we started dating but infertility runs in my family and I wasn't sure if I could even get pregnant. I told him before we got married and he said he didn't care and that we could adopt but I could see how much he wanted one of his own."
Melissa frowns and dries her hands before laying one on my shoulder, "Oh, Sweetheart, what did the doctors say?" I feel a small smile tug on my lips, "They told me I'm perfectly healthy and shouldn't have any trouble whatsoever with conceiving. That's, uh, that's actually his birthday gift from me."
Her eyes widen before she squeals quietly, "I'm so excited! I've been wondering when to expect a grandchild but I didn't say anything since it wasn't really my place." I chuckle as I lean into her, "Well, I have a feeling you won't have to wait much longer."
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When the door closes and everyone has left I turn to Scott with a smile, "So, how was your birthday?"
He grabs me by the waist and pulls me into his chest, "Well, Stiles and Isaac becoming friends is by far the best birthday gift ever."
I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and play with the baby hairs on his neck, "You haven't gotten your gift from me yet, lover boy."
He smirks and hums, "Does this have anything to do with why you sent Isaac home with Stiles and Lyds?"
I blush suddenly feeling nervous before clearing my throat, "Well, that's part of it."
He raises an eyebrow while smirking, "And what's the other part."
I suck in a breath as butterflies dance in my stomach, "I went to the doctor and I had some tests done, just to be sure." His hands tighten on my waist and I can see the confusion and concern on his face, "Are you okay?"
I smile and nod, "Yeah, I just, I think its time we throw out the condoms."
His eyes widen before his smile does but when he processes what I said he's cupping my face, "You can get pregnant? They said that?"
I nod wrapping a hand around each of his wrists, not to pull him away but just to feel him, "Yeah, they said my chances of getting pregnant are high, and I'm actually ovulating today sooo..."
I'm cut off by a kiss and when he pulls away he laughs, "I lied, this is the best birthday gift I could ever ask for!"
I smirk, "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's get to the fun part."
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"Oh god, Scott!"
At the moan of his name he sucks my clit into his mouth as his fingers pump in and out of me faster. I whimper and grab his hair pulling him closer, "S-so close."
Right as I'm about to drown in ecstasy he pulls away. I whine and try to pull him back to where I want him but he ignores me and makes his way up so he is directly above me.
He leans down and captures my lips in a sloppy kiss and I moan as I taste myself on his lips. I feel him shift ever so slightly above me before my eyes are rolling back as he enters me in one go. The groan he lets out is the most beautiful sounds I've heard, up until he rasps, "Fuck, Baby, I forgot how good you feel without a condom."
I thrust my hips up and arch into him as he moves getting faster with each thrust. I mewl as he leaves kisses up and down my neck, "Faster."
He growls lowly against my neck before moving faster than humanly possible and it has me screaming his name. "Oh, fuck, don't stop!"
On a particularly hard thrust I whine out his name as my nails rake down his back, no doubt leaving quickly healing scratches. The one thing I complain about when it comes to his werewolf powers is that I can never mark him like he does me. When I told him he just shrugged, chuckled, and then told me that in a few months he'd have a ring on his finger that would get the message out loud and clear that he was taken.
When he figured out I was genuinely sad about it he surprised me by getting my name tattooed on the inside of his left wrist. That was my best birthday gift I ever got.
I'm brought back to the moment when Scott mutters, "So close, you want a baby, I'll make sure you get it." I moan as he circles my clit urging me towards my high.
I arch my back, digging my nails into his shoulders as I cum with a shout of his name and within seconds he's falling over the edge and spilling inside me.
When he collapses beside me he brushes hair off of his forehead before asking, "You think it'll take?"
I smile and shrug, "I don't know, but the doctor told me that if we really want to get pregnant we should have sex at least once a day."
He growls and rolls us over before smirking, "Oh, don't you worry, that won't be a problem. Any chance we get, I'm fucking you until you can't see straight."
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It's been about a month since Scott's birthday party and true to his word, if we had even five minutes alone he was filling me with his cum. Even with all the trying I haven't shown any signs of being pregnant, no nausea, no weird food cravings, no extra tiredness, not a single sign.
Every day that passes I get a little more disheartened and wonder if the doctors got it wrong, if I really couldn't have kids. I never brought up my worries to Scott because he was convinced it would happen soon, and I didn't have the heart to discourage him.
I'm currently home alone standing in the kitchen when the front door opens and Lydia comes swooping in, "Hey, Y/N/N."
I smile and look at her, "Hey, Lyds, what's up?"
She slumps onto a barstool at the island before groaning, "Nothing, just the usual, period cramps and mood swings. Poor Stiles thought I was going to break up with him last night because I was so bitchy."
I snort, "That'd break his poor little heart, especially since he's got that engagement ring still stashed in his sock draw."
She laughs and shakes her head, "Nope, he moved it. I don't know where to but I think he has a suspicion that I found it. I'm just proud of myself for not looking at it."
I laugh as I slather mayonnaise on a piece of bread when Lydia grimaces, "Geez, is your period coming? Last I checked you only used a little bit mayonnaise, not a whole jar."
I roll my eyes before I falter a little bit, she's right about the mayonnaise and when I think about it, my period should have came last week, but it didn't. I feel my heart flutter at the thought before blocking it out and turning to Lydia, "I dunno, maybe."
She nods before getting up and rummaging through the cabinets, "Oh my god, really Y/N/N?" I turn to look at her and see her holding up a bag of dill pickle chips, "These things are an abomination."
I groan and roll my eyes, "No they aren't, besides, I like them. They have just the right amount of vinegar."
Lydia narrows her eyes and looks me up and down before humming. I furrow my eyebrows before it hits me, I don't like vinegar, in fact I despise it. I can't help but think that this is it, these are the signs I've been looking for and I completely overlooked them.
Lydia grabs a granola bar before turning to me, "Anyways, I came over to see if I could borrow that book we found the other week in that weird witch's hut."
I nod and hum, "Yeah, sure, it's in Scott's office on the second row of his bookshelf on the right side of the door when you walk into the room. I think it's the fourth book in." She stares at me in amazement, "Sometimes I forget how good of a memory you have."
She's there for about another thirty minutes before she heads back down the street towards her and Stiles' house. As soon as she's out the door I run up the stairs taking two at a time until I burst into Scott and I's bathroom.
I rummage through the cabinet until I reach the pregnancy test that was laying, buried, in the back. I look at the box as I take a deep breath reminding myself that there is still a very strong possibility that it'll be negative.
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I tap my foot impatiently as I wait for the timer to go off. The house is completely silent except for the sound of my foot tapping on the tile and my quiet pleas, "Please, please, please, be positive. Please be positive."
When the timer goes off I turn it off before bracing myself that there's still a chance that it's negative. Even though I was so impatient for the timer to go off I stand in the bathroom staring at the test for another two minutes before I finally get up the nerve to look at it.
I take one last deep breath before grabbing the test and flipping it over and I can't help the excited scream I let out when I read the words on the small screen, Pregnant, with a little 3+ under it.
I sit on the edge of the tub in surprise, I can't believe it, all this time I was stressing about whether I could get pregnant or not, I was, pregnant.
Wait, if I'm pregnant, why hasn't Scott heard the heartbeat? I grab my phone and breath a sigh of relief when the great powers of Google say that a babies heartbeat usually isn't heard until 5 1/2 weeks, which means I more than likely got pregnant on his birthday or right after.
Oh my god, Scott! I have to tell Scott!
I run down the stairs grabbing my keys before stopping and thinking this through, okay, its 11:30 Scott's lunch break is at 12:30 and he always comes home even though I've usually already eaten. He has to be back at Deaton's at 1:30 which means he'll have time to process the news before he goes back to work.
I hang my keys back up before making my way to the couch and turning on the tv, okay, I only have to wait an hour, it's not that long.
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This has been the longest hour of my life.
By the time 12:30 rolls around I've paced through the whole house about fifty times and when the front door clicks shut and I hear Scott yell for me I can't help it, I shriek.
Before Scott has a chance to brace himself I've tackled him in a hug. He holds onto me as he chuckles, "Well, someone's glad to see me."
I mumble into his shirt but he pulls me away with confusion and amusement on his face, "What?"
I chuckle as my cheeks hurt from how wide my smile is before I repeat myself, "I said, I'm pregnant."
His mouth drops and he stutters, "Wha-what?"
I run into the living room grabbing the test off the coffee table before running back to him and handing it to him. He looks at it and his eyes widen even more, "Three weeks? My birthday..."
I nod and chuckle, "Yeah, your birthday."
The surprise leaves his face and before I know it I've been swept into his arms as he laughs, "You're pregnant! We're having a baby!"
I chuckle and agree with him before he shouts, "Best birthday gift ever!"
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polifandom · 1 month
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conversations i think would happen if isaac and theo were dating
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
1:
*the pack is reminiscing stuff from when they were younger*
scott: so there was this girl that you never really met, theo. she was a hunter. i dated her for a while.
stiles: they were highschool sweethearts. that is, before isaac suddenly stepped in and decided to date her instead...
isaac: HEY! thats not how it happened.
theo, with his eyebrows up, staring ublinking at isaac: oh, you dated her?
isaac: for a veeery short amount of time, before she died.
theo, staring some more at isaac before turning to scott: she died?
scott, not realizing what was going on at all: unfortunately. miss her every day.
theo: oh, yeah? how about you, isaac? you miss her too?
*later at isaacs apartment, as theo bites isaacs shoulder*
isaac: ouch, babe. you cant turn me twice.
theo, with blood on his fangs, stepping back to take his shirt of: you dont say. excuse me if i thought you liked it rough, seen as youve dated a hunter and all.
isaac: theo, for god sake, you cant stay mad at a dead woman. i hadnt even met you.
theo, moving in towards isaac other shoulder: youre lucky shes already dead.
2:
isaac, scrambling to find his keys: we need to go, theo. they need our help.
theo, calmly watching him from the kitchen isle: not really. scotts a big boy, he can take care of himself.
isaac: scotts a dumbass. he would be dead ages ago if it was up to him.
theo: well, then its nature running its course.
isaac, staring madly at him: theo!
theo, unfazed: isaac.
3:
*isaac is meeting the puppy pack for the first time*
isaac: so this is your pack?
theo, at the same time as liam: no
liam, at the same time as theo: yes
liam, now staring angrily at theo: something you wanna say?
theo, avoiding isaacs eyes: fine, yes, this is my pack.
isaac, now hiding laughter behind his hand: oh, now i get it. you're part of the puppy pack.
*later at isaacs apartment, as theo pins isaac against the wall*
theo: you think you're so funny, right?
4:
isaac: so liam?
theo, not looking up from his cellphone: what about him?
isaac, crossing his arms: guess.
theo, dropping his phone: no? just say it already.
isaac: you dated him.
theo: yes, and?
isaac: "yes, and?" are you kidding me? you want to murder every single person ive come in close vicinity to, even though most of them are already dead, but you can be besties with your ex?!
theo, rolling his eyes: we're barely even friends.
isaac: he's literally your alpha.
theo: he isn't even an alpha, angel. much less mine.
isaac: well, you're in his pack?
theo: you're nitpicking.
isaac: you PUNCHED scott because i had sex with him once. AGES AGO. and I'M the nitpicker?
theo: you said it, not me.
*two broken (now healed) noses and a very intense bloody make out session later*
isaac, laying down naked beside theo: so, how long did you date?
theo, intesely rolling his eyes and turning his bare back to isaac: we're not having this conversation again.
5:
isaac, whispering in the dark of the night: babe?
theo, sleepy: yes, angel?
isaac: would you kill me?
theo, turning on his back to face him: never. not you.
isaac, holding theos face more lovingly than hed care to admit: swear? i cant be falling for you just so you kill me later, theo.
theo, now holding isaacs neck, caressing there: isaac, id go to hell all over again just for you.
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hebuiltfive · 4 months
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WIP I-Don't-Have-A-Name-For-Yet!
I've lost count of the amount of WIPs I'm currently working on. This one has a Christmas themed chapter, so I'm buckling down on it for now. Here is a slightly longer-than-a-snippet snippet, featuring a kind of domestic Scott.
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The fridge door opened and Scott's stomach grumbled. Had lunch really been the last time he'd eaten something other than a snack of pretzels? Not good. Virgil would have his head if he knew... Scott chuckled to himself.
"What the eyes don't see," he mumbled under his breath. "The heart doesn't grieve over."
His eyes scanned the almost empty fridge, halting their scout on the half eaten pasta bowl he'd placed there a couple of days prior, back when he'd had the time, energy and resources to cook himself something up. In all honesty, he was surprised the cleaner hadn't thrown it out with some of his other days-old supplies.
He slid the bowl out and gave it a cursory whiff — it seemed to smell alright still. A drawer was opened and a fork was retrieved. Scott proceeded to poke at a few of the penne pasta pieces before lifting one up to his lips to take a bite. Cold pasta had never been his favourite dish, but it was edible and it would do. After all, the two alternatives were to either leave the warmth and safety of the hotel to find food or ring up room service — both completely ludicrous to a Scott who was about to fall asleep on his feet.
He left the kitchenette, switching off the neon lights to favour darkness as he returned to the sitting area. He unceremoniously threw himself onto the couch, carefully not to drop any of the pasta onto the cream fabric, and reached for the holo-projector remote.
Wedging one cushion behind him, to support his lower back, and one under his head, Scott setttled back into the comfort of the couch, undoing his smart tie until the two stands were hanging over his shoulders. The channels were flicked through whilst Scott decided on what to watch; a couple of festive films were playing; an animation (though why the programmers thought children would be up this late was a mystery to him); John's favourite show—
Scott almost jumped off the couch. John. He'd promised to call in with his space brother once he'd finished for the day. The bowl of pasta was set to rest on the coffee table in front of him, the holo-projector being left on a news cycle, and Scott ran to fetch his communicator.
He was running through a variety of apologises and excuses by the time John answered, which didn't take him long.
"John, hey! Listen—"
"Did you conveniently forget to call, or was it a genuine mistake this time?" His brother teased with one of his usual smirks.
"Genuine mistake." The communicator was held in on of Scott's palms, allowing his other hand to lift up. "Tracy's honour."
John nodded, the humour in his features remaining. "I owe Virgil twenty bucks."
"... You gambled on how late I was going to call in?"
"No, of course not." John paused. "We gambled on whether you'd purposefully avoid it or not."
"And you bet against me?"
"It's not really betting against you." John tried to reason, though the chuckle was infectious and soon Scott found his offensive fading.
Scott returned himself to the couch, resuming his position but replacing the bowl of pasta with the presence of the communicator. For a moment, he was content to watch John floating above the disc in the light blue shade he was so accustomed to seeing his brother cast in.
"Was it bad?" John eventually asked.
"Nothing I couldn't handle."
More silence followed as John waited for an elaboration.
Scott sighed, sitting himself up into a better position; this may turn into a long call. "Kennedy doesn't want us to buy into Techawear."
"It isn't Kennedy's choice."
"No," Scott reasoned with a tilt of his head. "But he is one of our larger shareholders. What he says matters. We can't afford to just not listen to him."
"Kennedy is an ass."
"Still doesn't change the numbers, bro."
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just a friend
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ngl this took me probably two weeks to finish BUT IT’S HERE NOW
this is my first proper smut so please be kind to me (🧍🏼) and feel free to give tips🕺🏼
there’s too little full metal appreciation in this fandom and since i absolutely love him to death i just needed to write that🫡
also, thanks to my amazing beta @bumblebeesfromvenus !! she helped massively with this hehe.
word count: 3.8k
REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!
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“She’s just a friend.” That’s what he told his friends when they asked about you, that’s what he told himself every single time he caught himself thinking about you.
“She’s nothing important.” That’s what he tried to burn into his brain even though he knew he’d always find his way back to you; it didn’t matter if he wanted to or not.
You were his drug; he couldn’t—and didn’t want to—live without you. He knew he would go crazy and jump into life head first.
When he sees you flirting with a man at the Bulkhead one night after he—once again—dumped you, his ability to think shuts down completely. He sees red, the grip around his beer bottle tightening. He’s never seen his knuckles that white.
“You good Metal?” Jason asks, concern swinging in his voice as he glances at his friend. “You look a bit pale.”
“‘m fine,” he grumbles while he tries to rip his gaze from you but it was like you’d cast a spell on him; he could practically smell your perfume even if you were over at the bar.
“Well,” Jason grunts and stands up. “You need a ride home?”
“Nah,” Scott swirls around the beer in his bottle. “I have my own car here. You can go.” He doesn’t pay his team leader a glance. He only has eyes for you.
“Then I’m wishing you a good night. Don’t be up too late, deployment’s not long away,” Jason warns before he gives Scott a pet on the shoulder and leaves. Now he was on his own.
He can‘t help but keep his eyes on you, waiting for the man to disappear. You were his; his only and he wouldn‘t lose you to some wannabe Private who thinks he’s better than the rest.
When he sees the man get too close to you for his liking he stands up with a grunt and struts over to the bar. He pushes him away and straightens his back to his full height. „Back off,“ he hisses, his fists clenching at his sides.
The Private angles his head to look at Scott and slightly swallows. Then he tries to glance at you but you’re only looking to the ground, more than ashamed. This was your chance to get laid and he just blew it. You knew you shouldn't have come here. It was risky coming to this bar. He was a frequent customer here, but it was too late now and your bad decision making skills came to bite you in the ass.
“Scott,“ you shake your head while gently pushing him away. „Leave him alone. This is none of your business.“ You glare at him but he makes no indication to move. Then you sigh and roll your eyes. „I‘m sorry Mark, I‘ll handle this,“ you tell your companion, your hand lingering on his bicep.
Scott feels like his head will explode. He was the only one you were allowed to touch like that. That excuse of a man was nothing compared to him. How did he even catch your attention?
You glare at Scott before you grab his arm and pull him along outside. Once you’re sure no one will hear you you look at him with an angry expression. „What is your problem? Why can‘t you just leave me alone?“ He doesn‘t say anything, which only makes you angrier.
„Seriously Scott, you told me what you think of me the last time we met, you don‘t have the right to play cock blocker for me now!“ Again, he doesn‘t answer and you feel your frustration growing. He only stares at you, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Oh my god!“ you exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. „You‘re being ridiculous, really!“ You shake your head as you try to pass him but then he grabs your wrist and pulls you back.
“He doesn‘t know how to treat you,“ he says in a low voice, his head bending down to look at you. „He doesn‘t deserve you.“
You huff and push his hand off you. „And you do?“
“Yes, I do.“
You stare at him for a second before you break out laughing. „Good joke, I’ll give you that.“ Then your gaze hardens again. „You don‘t know shit about me Scott. You never did.“
You turn to walk away again when he starts to speak up: „Your favorite color is red because the soccer team you grew up watching wears it. Whenever you’re nervous you fiddle with the ring on your left hand and when you’re excited you can‘t keep your feet still. You put salt in your coffee because you’re convinced that it’ll taste sweeter that way.“
You spin around, your eyes wide as you stare at him. How did he-
“Your favorite band is ABBA and you love to sing their songs when you shower. Also, you only eat pizza cold because according to you it tastes better that way.” Scott cocks his head then he slowly walks towards you. You swallow, unable to move.
“Do you really think I don’t know you?” he questions in a low voice when he finally reaches you, his calloused fingers lifting your face so that you properly look at him. „I know more about you than you might think… That's why I also know he isn‘t your type, is he?“
You try to avoid his gaze but he’s having none of it. „Look at me when I talk to you, c‘mon,“ he murmurs and you know that you can‘t not listen to him. So you do what he tells you to. „Just like that…“ he smirks.
„Why are you doing this?“ you question, the conflict you were fighting right now clearly showing in your eyes. „Why are you pushing me away, just to come crawling back to me?“ You can see his body tensing and before you can say anything else his lips crash against yours, his hands moving to your hips.
At first you’re perplexed, wanting to push him off you; this argument wasn’t finished but when he pulls you even closer into his bruising grip you’re a goner—once again.
You pant against his lips when he breaks the kiss and your hands fist his shirt. „You wanna, uh- take this to a room?“ you ask in a raspy voice and one second later he leads you to his truck and speeds away with you in his passenger seat.
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You both stumble into Scotts apartment—kissing. He immediately pins you against the door, his fingers fiddling with your blouse. „Take it off before I rip it,“ he almost growls and you comply. With shaking hands you undo button after button under his watchful eyes.
Once the blouse is tossed aside he’s all over you again and you start to play with the hem of his shirt. „It‘s only fair you take yours off too,“ you mumble against his lips while your hands travel over the scarred skin of his abdomen.
Scott smirks as he steps away from you and pulls his shirt over his head. „Happy now?“ He cocks his head and you nod, your bottom lip between your teeth.
„Definitely happy; now come here.“ You step towards him and pull him down by his neck. Your lips clash again and his tongue slips in your mouth. You let out a muffled moan out at that and tilt your head back.
With skilled hands he lifts you up—his hand resting beneath your thighs—and walks straight to the bedroom. He carefully tosses you onto the bed and is all over you in a matter of seconds to start kissing you again.
“‘m gonna show you you don’t need anyone else,” he whispers against the skin of your throat, his hand beside your head to hold his weight. “‘m gonna fuck you so good you can’t help but come back to me.”
You let out a choked breath and bury your fingers in his short strands. “Please, Scott,” you whimper.
„Please what?“ he gives you a cocky grin as you feel an all familiar heat in your lower stomach. „Gimme words, love.“ His fingertips skim over your naked stomach and make you shiver. „Tell me what you want.“ They reach your jeans and without taking his eyes off you he opens them.
With gentle hands he lifts your hips up and pulls your pants off you. „Look at you,“ he coos. „So needy.“ As you writhe beneath his gaze, embarrassingly touch starved.
He starts to trail kisses from your chest down to your belly button, glancing up at you through hooded eyes. He has a painfully hard boner but tonight was all about showing you why you couldn’t leave him; no matter how often he pushed you away or you tried to leave on your own.
„Sc—Scott,“ you whine while your hands find their into his hair again, pulling at the strands. That rips a deep moan out of his throat and you feel yourself shudder. „Please.“
He chuckles against your skin and hooks one finger under your panties. „Patience,“ is all he says before he pulls them down and tosses them over his shoulder. „So wet already.“
He decides to tease you just a little more by kissing the skin around your dripping cunt, making you cry out for him. „Please,“ you beg but his big arms curl around your thighs to keep you still.
“Patience,“ he says again, continuing to kiss everything but your clit…
Scott can feel your frustration growing and he’s feasting on it. He loves seeing you fall apart for him, knowing he’s the only one who gets to make you feel like that.
And when he feels that you’re getting lost in all his teasing he decides to gently rub his thumb over your clit. Your body jolts at the sudden contact and you let out a breathy moan.
He smirks as he continues to kiss your thighs while his thumb on your clit fastens. „You like that?“ he asks, glancing up at you just to see you with your eyes shut, a tear or two glistening on your cheek.
He stops and pulls back. A frustrated whine rushes past your lips and you force your eyes open to look at him. „I asked you something,“ he cocks his head. „You like this? You want me to continue?“
You nod with an already shaking body but he doesn’t take it. “Words, dear. Gimme words.”
“Y-Yes,” your voice trembles with a sob and his thumb immediately returns to its business.
You can feel him smirk against the skin of your thighs. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” His stubble is surely irritating your skin but you don’t care. You’re only focused on your pleasure and his hands; and, fuck, did he know what he was doing.
“Please, please,” you beg when you feel how he inserts one finger and you squirm. “Scott, please.” But he doesn’t listen to your pleas, only keeps rubbing your clit and pumping his finger into your dripping cunt.
“I’ll make you fall apart,” he promises as he ruts his hips against the mattress to create some friction on his dick. God, he needed you so but he told himself he’ll make you come at least once, on his tongue or his fingers, before he fucks your brains out.
Tears gather in your eyes as you fist the bed sheets, crying out for Scott and your pleasure. You beg and beg and beg, your clit already swollen from the way he was rubbing and pinching it.
“Fuck,” you sob, throwing your head back and arching off the bed. “Please let me come. Please Scott.”
“You want to come?” he coos before he starts to suck on your clit, sending you to whole new dimensions. His tongue‘s flicking over your nub, making you cry out for him again.
You could feel that knot in your stomach tightening, almost snapping. „Fuck, right there,“ you stutter, followed by a loud moan. „Yes- right- Oh my god!“
Scott looks up at you the moment he starts to stimulate your g-spot. His eyes darken at your reaction and he’s certain he‘d come completely untouched at the sight.
Your body tenses and your vision fades to black when your orgasm finally ripples through you with such a force that you fear you‘ll pass out for real.
Scott only stares at you as if you‘d hung the stars, the moon and the sun. He knew he loved you but…he didn‘t want to admit it. He wasn‘t supposed to feel anything, especially for you…
As you look at Scott with hooded, tired eyes the fire in the pit of your stomach returns. You need the real thing. Now.
Your hands reach out for him, pulling him up by his face to kiss him, the faint taste of you on his tongue.
You decide to let your hands wander down his chest to his jeans. You opened them while he moans into the kiss and bucks his hips into your hand.
When you finally manage to pull his dick out of his boxers, pre cum is already dripping down the shaft and you lick your lips at the sight. “I got you all riled up, didn’t I?” you chuckle and kiss him again.
“Only for you darling,” he pants against your lips before he pulls back to properly get rid of his pants and boxers. He can feel you watching him and smirks. “You like what you see, huh?”
You nod and pull your bottom lip between your teeth. This man was doing things to you, oh god…
When he crawls over you once again, he holds his weight on one arm beside your head while he uses his other to pull your thigh up and wrap it around his waist.
“Gonna fuck you so good,” he promises as he kisses down your neck, teasing you once again. “You’re gonna be good for me, right?”
You eagerly nod, unable to wait any longer. “Please Scott,” you whine, your hand reaching down between you two but he’s quick to grab it, pining it above your head.
“Tsk tsk,” he shakes his head. “You’ll take what I give you love,” he tells you in a whisper, his lips brushing the shell of your ear which causes you to moan. “Just like that.”
When he finally pushes his cock inside your wet cunt you can’t stop the strings of moans leaving your lips. “Oh- oh god,” you cry out.
“No god here darling. Only me,” Scott says with a cocky grin, his eyes fixated on you. Slowly he sinks further into you with a groan. “You’re taking me so good,” he praises you, bending down to kiss you. “Only for me, right?”
You nod again, already a moaning mess before he even properly started to pound into you. “Only for you.”
“That’s right,” he rasps out when he starts to move his hips, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room in a matter of seconds. He groans and curses as he pounds into you, one hand on your thigh to keep them around his waist.
You shut your eyes, mouth wide open as his cock bullies in and out of your pussy, letting you see stars. Scott knew what to do to get your body onto new heights; he knew you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cry, tears already brimming in your eyes from the brutal pace he was setting.
His grip on your thigh was bruising, his short nails digging into your skin. But, you were too focused on your pleasure, his cock, his body. You could worry about the bruises later…
“Look at you,” he groans. “All pretty and fucked out for me.”
Your legs quiver as you cry and your hands claw at his shoulders, not knowing where up and down was. “Fuck, so- so good,” you moan, yelping as he suddenly picks you up and turns you both around.
He pops his back up against the headboard while his hands slide to your hips, making sure to keep his cock inside you. „Go on,“ he pants. „Ride me darling.“
And you do. God, you didn‘t know you could experience such pleasure. You were bouncing up and down on his thick cock while you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders, throwing your head back in bliss.
„Only I can make you feel like that, am I right?“ He looks at you with hooded eyes, his hands squeezing your plush hips. You nod in a haze, your vision already blurry from the orgasm threatening to crash over you.
„Thought you were a good girl,“ he murmurs, stopping your hips from moving. „Are you good for me?“
“Y-yes,“ you stutter, catching your breath while you try to move your hips again but Scott‘s grip is hard and bruising; he makes sure to keep you still.
„Then why are you not using words, huh?“ he wants to know, tilting his head to the side as if his cock half buried in you wouldn’t bother him. You felt like if you‘d move right now you’d come immediately.
When you open your mouth but words won’t come out he starts to smirk. “Say you’re my good girl, c’mon.”
“‘m your-“ he starts to guide your hips down onto his cock again, making you moan out loud. “‘m your…g-good girl.”
“Yea, that’s right,” he pants while you bend down to intertwine your lips in a kiss. „And you’re gonna come for me now, isn’t that right?“ he mumbles against your lips, one hand reaching down to your clit to start rubbing it.
He moans when you clench around him, crying out, „Please.“
“I know, I know,“ he groans, throwing his head back. „Come for me baby. Come on my cock,“ he pants when he feels your walls tighten around him again, letting him see stars.
You whimper and your legs are weak already but you keep riding him, chasing for your release. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you which only causes you to moan even more.
„Scott- Scott!“
„Say my name,“ he grits out. „Say it again love. C‘mon“
And how can you deny him something when he’s taking you to whole new dimensions? „Scott, please,“ you cry, your grip on his shoulders tightening. „Fuck.“
Your hips are slamming down on his cock, the tip of it almost kissing your cervix. And the way he was stimulating your clit drove you closer and closer to the edge.
“Shit,“ he curses when also he finally drives towards his release, trying to hold it back to make you come first but he didn‘t know if he could manage.
„Want you to come inside,“ you rasp out while you look at him, licking your lips. His cock throbs at your sentence.
He stares up at you, not knowing what to say at first. „Want me to knock you up, huh?“ he then asks, his hand leaving our clit to guide your hips up and down. „Do you want my babies so bad?“
You nod and kiss him again, your arms finding their way around his neck to pull him closer. „Want your babies,“ you confirm as you kiss down his neck.
“How can I deny that, mhh?“ he pants while hugging you close to him. With a yelp from you he turns you both around again. Once you’re on your back he grabs your hips and starts pounding into you with a fast and steady rhythm.
You writhe and moan, trying to get a hold of him, but he just takes your hands and pins them above your head without any effort. „You want my babies? You‘ll get my babies.“ He ruts his hips against yours, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.
„Come for me,“ he groans into your ear and you do. You let out a loud moan, pretty sure his neighbors heard it, and your walls spasm around his cock. His one hand starts to stimulate your clit again while he fucks you through your orgasm.
“Just like that. Scream my name, c‘mon.“
„S-Scott, oh my god!“ Your hands struggle under his grip as your whole body shudders. „Fuck, fuck, fuck!“ His cock keeps hitting that spot inside you and for a second you’re afraid you‘ll never get down from this high.
He only pants and grunts, chasing his own orgasm, his thrusts getting sloppy and losing their rhythm. „Gonna fill you up good, baby,“ he promises; seconds later a deep moan rushes past his lips and he paints your walls white.
He stays inside you for a second to catch his breath; then he pulls out and lets himself fall down beside you, his chest heaving.
You glance at him from the side, your vision still blurry but you have a smile on your face. When he turns his head to look at you too, there's also a faint smile on his face.
He doesn‘t say anything, just grunts when he rises from the bed. „‘m gonna get a towel, you wait here.“ He leaves and returns a minute later with a damp cloth in his hand.
With gentle touches he cleans you up, dragging the cloth over your body while he admires it. „You look beautiful,“ he mutters, eying you for a second before he bends down to press a kiss to your forehead.
You smile again and reach for his hand, your thumb caressing his knuckles. „You too.“ His eyes fall onto your almost intertwined hands and he takes yours into his properly.
There‘s something in his eyes you‘ve never seen before. “Come back to bed Scott,” you say while tugging on his hand and he listens.
He tosses the cloth away and climbs into bed beside you. You scoot closer to him, surprised when he puts his arms around you to pull you closer.
You let out a satisfied sigh and let yourself sink further into his embrace. It was rare he showed affection like this, so this moment was important for you.
„I‘m sorry,“ he mumbles into your hair while his fingers trace random patterns onto your skin. „I know I don‘t deserve you…“ You can hear the pain in his voice and glance up at him. „I don‘t know why I can‘t…give you what you need…“ His voice gets quieter at the end and you almost miss it.
“All I need is you Scott.“ You pop yourself up on your elbows so you can look at him better. „I don‘t need anything else.“ Your hand gently cups his cheek. „There‘s a reason I chose you out of all people, you know…“
You can feel how he hesitates, the man who usually was confidence in person suddenly being speechless. “How can you have all of me when I’m always gone?” he questions as he looks at you.
“Well I’m already living like that, no?” you fire back a question with a smile. “As long as I know you’ll return to me I’ll be able to cope with it.” You keep the ‘in a casket or not’ for yourself while you lean in to connect your lips in a slow and tender kiss.
“I love you,” he mumbles against your lips, burying his hands in your hair.
“I love you too.”
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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 16
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Word Count: 4.3K
Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.
A/N:  my brain broke trying to figure out the Sheriff Station's layout, and I'm still not sure how it works. I swear, continuity and timelines are Jeff Davis' downfall 🫠🫠
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The drive hadn’t been long, and it had been just what (Y/N) needed. After feeling like she was suffocating in the hospital, telling her uncle and cousin how sorry she was for their loss and if they needed anything just to ask her, she told her father she’d meet him back at the house and all but sprinted out of the building. The fluorescent lights had birthed a pounding headache into her head, the cries only working to see it further into her brain. She needed to get out before her lungs were soon to follow in the malfunction.
She killed the engine and the light of her motorcycle when she saw him waiting for her outside of the building, his arms already outstretched for the hug she desperately needed. “You okay?” he asked as she crashed into his body. “You don’t look so good.”
“I fucked up, Isaac,” she sighed into his chest. “And you don’t look good either.”
“Yeah, well, I just went through a gruesome transformation under the full moon,” he chuckled softly. “What’s your excuse?”
“My aunt just killed herself, and it was, in part, because of me.”
“Well, okay. You win.” He released her from his hold to find sorry strewn across the girl’s face. Dry tears cling to her skin in lines of grey and fresh ones threatened to spill from her reddened eyes. “Tell me what happened. Why do you think it’s your fault, (Y/N)?”
“The night of the rave, when Derek and I left to get Scott, we found my aunt Victoria slowly killing him with a vaporized version of wolfsbane,” she started. “I thought about fighting her for a second. I’ve been trained well enough that I could have possibly come out alive from that fight, but Derek told me to get Scott —make sure he was okay and, most importantly, not dead. They fought for a bit as I got Scott off the floor, and then, all of a sudden, she was gone. After that, when we were in the vet's office, he told me he bit her deep enough that she would turn on the next full moon.”
“Tonight,” Isaac affirmed. “I haven’t heard either of you do anything wrong yet, (Y/N).”
“A hunter being bitten or scratched deep enough to trigger the transformation is essentially receiving a death sentence,” (Y/N) explained, her voice trembling under the force of her worries. “Argent hunters don’t turn into werewolves, Isaac. They kill themselves before it can happen—that’s part of our code. And that’s what my aunt did tonight. My cousin lost her mother because I wasn’t strong enough to fight her.”
“Hey, that’s not your fault, (Y/N).”
“Why does everyone keep saying that?” she exclaimed. “I had the chance to make things different, and I didn’t. How is that not my fault?”
“Let me ask you this, did you bite here?”
“Isaac…”
“Did you?”
“No,” she grumbled.
“Did you force her to go and kill Scott?”
“Of course not.”
“And did you kill her tonight?”
“No, but…”
“There are no buts,” Isaac affirmed, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her out of her head. “You didn’t do anything wrong, (Y/N). You were in the middle of a difficult situation and made a decision. That’s it. Just like Victoria decided to kill Scott, you decided to save him. And have you ever thought what would have happened if you had been the one to fight her? What if your training isn’t as good as you thought, and hers was better? Maybe there would have been two bodies in the morgue rather than one.”
“It’s just… seeing Allison and my uncle break down in front of me broke me, Isaac.” The breath she took stammered as the weight of the night fell on her shoulders. Guilt and sadness gripped her body, sinking their claws into her skin and digging themselves a home in her body. “And for some reason, Victoria protected me. She didn’t tell anyone that I had been in the room that night.”
“How did you know she didn’t?”
“Well, firstly, I doubt they would have allowed me to still be here,” she sighed. “And, somehow, I just know. Like I can feel it.”
“Then why are you still feeling guilty? You did absolutely nothing wrong.”
“And yet, Ali now doesn’t have a mother.”
“Because your family goes by really fucked up rules. I mean, sure, being a wolf isn’t all it’s chucked up to be, but it’s not enough to Jill yourself over,” Isaac retorted. “Whatever happened tonight was your aunt’s decision and hers alone. You saved someone she was killing. No one’s punishing you for that.”
(Y/N) dropped to the ground and crossed her legs under her, leaning her back against the concrete wall of the abandoned building. “Sometimes I just feel like every decision I make sets off a domino effect that I can’t control,” she said as Isaac sat beside her. “I’ve made some bad choices in my past that rippled into some pretty awful consequences, and it seems that things aren’t much different here. I just don’t want something worse to happen. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me.”
“No one’s gotten hurt because of you, (Y/N). People make decisions. They make their own choices, and consequences follow. Whether good or bad, something will happen. And just because you are somehow involved in their lives doesn’t mean it’s your fault.” Isaac took her hand in his, running his thumb across her knuckles in a soothing manner. “You know, I found an anchor tonight. Something to tether me to my humanity during the full moon. I told Derek I used the thought of my father as my I don’t know anchor—the father he was before he became the thing of nightmares.”
“Why did you lie?”
He chuckled softly as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m pretty sure if I told him the truth, he’d probably kill me,” he said. “It was you, (Y/N).”
“Me? Why me?”
“You’re the first person that ever saw me, (Y/N),” he smiled. “I mean, before you, I went through life just existing. I had no friends, I barely played in the team, and well, nothing at home was good. Without knowing me, you offered to help me with Chemistry and Math, and you even gave me some of your lunch—which you kept doing without giving it another thought. And the more time we spent together, the closer we got. I mean, you let me stay at your place, no questions asked, after my dad died. Even after I shifted and started acting like an ass, you still cared about me. I haven’t had that in a while.”
“If it’s any consolation, I haven’t had a friend in a very long time,” she chuckled. “But, honestly, I’m very glad that it’s you. Not that I have anything against anyone else, but there’s something about you, kid.”
“I’m only a year younger than you,” he laughed, bumping her with his shoulder. “But I am glad I met you, (Y/N). Beacon Hills would have never been the same without you.”
“Well, I’m glad my parents chose this to be our forever home,” the girl smiled as she hugged Isaac’s arm. “I don’t know what I would do without an Isaac Lahey in my life.”
“Thankfully, we don’t have to know,” he chuckled. “And not that I’m ungrateful or anything, but why are you here? I thought you’d be with Derek.”
“Well, not to make you feel bad, but he wasn’t picking up his phone,” (Y/N) shrugged. “I honestly thought he’d be here with you.”
“No, he left a little after tying me up. I thought he left to go see you.”
“He hasn’t even returned my calls,” the girl worried. She lifted her legs slightly and pulled out her phone from her pocket, confirming that Derek had not even texted back. With Isaac not knowing where he was either, worry built inside (Y/N). She chewed on her nails as she let the phone ring and ring, screaming out of frustration when he did not answer. “Something’s wrong. It has to be.”
“Don’t go there. Just keep trying his phone.”
She kept calling his number, getting missed call after missed call, until finally, the call went through. “Derek?” she exclaimed. “Are you okay?’
“Oh, this isn’t Derek,” a voice she sort of recognized answered. “He’s sort of unable to get to the phone right now. But the constant ringing was making me very irritated.”
“Matt? Why do you have Derek’s phone?”
“Well, he’s sort of my hostage.”
(Y/N) wanted to gasp, let fear take over her actions as she received information. But she couldn’t. Not if what she believed was true. “You’re the one controlling the Kanima,” she said. “You’re the one that’s been killing people. Why?”
“Ugh, I would hate to have to repeat the story,” he groaned. “Why don’t you come here, to the sheriff's station? We could all have a little chat.”
“Leave her out of this,” she heard Scott grumble through the phone. And if he was there, (Y/N) didn’t want to know who else he had taken hostage. “Don’t come, (Y/N).”
“Come on, Scott. The more the merrier,” Matt taunted. “Maybe you could bring your cousin here. I really need to talk to her. She broke my heart, you know.”
“What game are you playing, Matt? What do you get out of all of this?”
“Come here and find out.” She could see the devilish smile spreading across his face, his eyes roaming over everyone who was in the station. Scott was there, which could only mean that Stiles also was. With Matt came Jackson. And Derek. But she couldn’t help but feel there were more people there. “Say bye, everyone.”
“(Y/N), don…”
Derek’s strained voice was the last thing she heard before the phone went dead, the hang-up tone filling her ear. She scrambled to her feet as she pulled the keys of her bike from her pocket, hurrying toward her motorcycle as she spoke to Isaac. “Okay, you need to stay with Boyd and Erica, make sure you guys are safe and have a way to communicate,” she instructed, her mind running a million miles a minute. “You need to stay far away from the police station, but you need to make sure your phone is still on.”
“You’re not going there by yourself, (Y/N),” Isaac argued. “Erica and Boyd can hide. I’m going with you.” 
“Absolutely not, Isaac. I’m the only one that can go. I’m immune.” 
“But you’re not invincible. You still bleed and hurt like everyone else. You can get hurt.” 
“And you can get paralyzed.” The rest of her words died in her throat as her phone vibrated with a text from her father. The hunters knew who was inside the station and they were going in for the attack with Allison leading the way. “Look,” she said, showing him her screen. “You need to stay hidden, Isaac. If you get in the way, Allison is sure to kill you. She’s on a rampage.”
“And what do you think will happen to you?”
“She doesn’t know I was there.”
“But she will know when you protect Derek. Even your dad told you to stay away.”
“Allison wouldn’t kill me.”
“How do you know?”
His words swam through her head, and, truthfully, she had no way of knowing if Allison would turn on her. She had seen firsthand how her cousin was fine with being passive-aggressive toward her, and she knew the sting of her words. But could she ever go as far as to hurt her? She had just lost her mother, and (Y/N) couldn’t have a single clue what was running through her head.
She could bide the words of Derek, Scott, and her father. They were worried, she knew that. But people’s lives were at stake, and she didn’t think she could just sit idly by. Especially not with Allison having an open season for Derek. If she could at least help him, she had to try.
“Think about it, (Y/N),” Isaac tried to reason one last time. “You have no idea what you’re walking into here. And you shouldn’t be going alone.”
“I have to help, Isaac. And you need to hide,” she restated. “If you guys need a place to lay low where no one will think you would be, lock yourselves in my room. The window is open, and no one would expect you to be there. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“(Y/N)…”
“I promise I’ll be careful, okay? I just need to know that you’ll be safe.”
“Do you at least have a weapon on you? You’re sort of facing a lizard person and a killer, so I don’t think your fists are gonna be enough.”
With a grin on her face, she lifted the back of her shirt, exposing the gun that had been tucked away in the waist of her jeans. Then, she lifted the leg of her pants to show the knife holster on her ankle. “I never leave the house unprepared, Isaac,” she said. “And well, my dad gave me the gun before I left the hospital. Just in case. You do know there’s a lizard man running rampant around town.”
“Just be safe, (Y/N),” Isaac sighed as he wrapped her in a hug. “And let me know as soon as you’re out of the police station.”
“I will,” she assured. “Get to my house. Lock the door to my room. If Brody gets angsty just get him a treat from my bookcase. I’ll knock three times so you know it’s me, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Stay safe, Lahey.”
“You too, Argent.”
(Y/N) sped as fast as she could toward the station, thankful that she had beaten the hunters there. Just not for too long.
As she killed the engine of her bike and hid it from view, black SUVs rolled into the parking lot. Hunters jumped out of the cars, guns strapped to their chests. Two of them rounded the building, probably to kill the power, while two more stood with Gerard, aiming at the station’s windows.
There were only two things (Y/N) could do. She could remain hidden and somehow sneak past the hunters and into the building, or she could pretend that she was meant to meet there with them. For some reason, she chose the latter.
“Ah, (Y/N),” Gerard was the first one to see her as she neared the group. “I’m glad to see you here. I assume Henry has brought you up to date.”
“Yeah. That’s why I’m here.”
“And where were you? I assumed you would meet us at Chris’ home.”
“I was almost back home when dad texted. Figured I’d come here where I was needed.”
“A true Argent at heart,” he smiles. The way the corners of his mouth extended sent shivers down her spine, and she thought that maybe he knew everything that had happened. But there was no chance… right? Victoria wouldn’t have confided in him… right? Those were things she could not know. “Well then, you’re with us. I assume you have something other than yourself to protect you.”
“Of course,” she replied, pulling out her gun. “A hunter is always prepared.”
“Very good,” he chuckled proudly. ���Now, we are going for Derek Hale. If anyone stands in our way… well, so be it. That’s Allison’s plan.”
“So be it,” (Y/N) chorused, swallowing the fear that threatened to strangle her. “I’m ready.”
“That’s good to hear.” Suddenly, the sound of electricity being killed filled the air. Gerard turned toward the pair of hunters and instructed them to start shooting the second the power inside turned off. They let their weapons run without caring who or what they were hitting, their one goal was intimidation and fear. "Shakespeare wrote that love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Let’s show them some love.”
At his instruction, the same hunters released gas bombs through the shattered windows, making it easier to conceal them as they walked inside. If innocent bystanders got hurt, then so be it. It was war, nothing else mattered.
“(Y/N) and I will walk in through the front first,” Henry said. “You three follow through the back. We have no idea who else is in there right now/”
“Okay,” Allison nodded. “Be careful.”
“Of course.”
“And Derek? He’s mine.”
The words made (Y/N)’s veins burn. Allison wasn’t there to defend anyone, or even coming in to save her own boyfriend and her friend. She was there for blood. (Y/N) could see it in her eyes.
She walked alongside her father as they snuck in through the dark back door, trying their best to keep silent, her hands extended before them as they cleared the area they walked through. Her chest heaved in anticipation, and nerves ran inside her like a rampage. There was no way to know what they were walking into, but she did know who she had to walk out with.
“You go get your friend,” her father whispered. “I’ll keep moving to the back exit to join them.”
“What if they figure you out, dad?”
“I’ve been doing this for far longer than you have,” he chuckled quietly. “You don’t have to worry about me, kid.” 
With a soft smile and a nod, they walked into the fog. As soon as they were out of view, (Y/N) took the front position, blinking away the sting from the smoke. “Derek?” she called out as quietly as she could. “Derek, where are you?”
Doors slammed shut and broke right after, glass and wood bursting through the ground, and all (Y/N) could hope was that none of it was masking the sound of anyone getting hurt. Well… at least not anyone she cared about.
“Derek,” she continued to call as she cleared the reception area and the front offices, trying her hardest to see through the darkness and the cloudiness. “Please, where are you?”
“Over here,” she finally heard him croak out. “I’m here.”
She followed the sound of his voice until she found him trying to lift his body with a chair. He struggled under his own weight as his limbs came back alive slowly, too slowly. “Oh god, Derek,” she said as she ran to help him up. “Your leg is bleeding.”
“I’m fine,” he groaned slightly. “Do you have a knife?”
“Excuse me?”
“I need you to stab me.”
“Are you crazy?!”
“I already triggered the healing process in my body,” he said. “I just need something to make it work faster.”
Without giving it much thought, (Y/N) slid to her ankle and pulled out her knife. “Where?” she asked before Derek pointed to his leg. “Please don’t hate me.”
She drew her arm back and punched the blade onto his thigh, her cut joining the five smaller ones he had created. A growl left his body as she pulled out the knife, his face transforming and his eyes glowing red. He breathed heavily as he steadied himself, swallowing the pain from the stab as feeling returned to the rest of his body.
“We need to get you out of here,” she said. “My family is here to kill you tonight.”
“I can’t,” he said. “I’ve gotta get to the holding cells. “There’s people that need help.”
“If Allison finds you, she’ll shoot to kill, Derek,” (Y/N) stated. “Her mom killed herself tonight, and she knows it’s because you bit her. Allison blames you for Victoria’s death.”
“I’m not leaving until they’re safe,” he retorted. “And your cousin is the least of my worries.”
“Fine,” the girl relented. She knew there was no fight to be won. The faster they rescued whoever else was in there, the faster they could go. “Lead the way.”
He took off in a fast walk down hallways and doors, keeping an arm behind him to shield (Y/N). “I’ll go for Jackson. You go for Matt,” he whispered. “Maybe we have a chance that way.”
“Jackson can’t paralyze me.”
“But he sure as hell can hurt you. Or…”
“Okay,” she stopped him. “I’ll try and get Matt.”
As they neared the cells, she could hear Scott’s mother begging for her son’s life, and all Matt could do was chastise her for not knowing what her son was. But his words soon died in his throat as Derek growled menacingly.
For a second, she believed she had him. With her gun outstretched in front of her, she walked tentatively toward Matt. His eyes flickered from side to side until, finally, they stopped beside him. Out of the darkness, the Kanima appeared and sank his claws into her arm, sending her flying against the wall. The air got knocked out of her lungs, and pain shot through her entire back.
Derek grabbed Jackson and slammed him on the desk, the distraction allowing Matt to escape. But not without (Y/N) shooting his right shoulder. Or maybe his arm. Her vision had been blurry, but she knew she had at least grazed him. The groan that had left his mouth told her so. But (Y/N) couldn’t dwell on him any longer, by the time she’d be able to work up the strength to run, he’d be long gone. What she could do was help the people in the room she was in.
Wolf and Kanima battled as they each fought for dominance, but Jackson was just too strong and too fast. His body was too close to the cell, and the girl knew she couldn’t risk shooting him. One wrong move, and she’d hit Melissa or the sheriff. All she could do was fight him head-on and hope for the best.
She slipped the knife out of her ankle once more and rushed Jackson from the back, digging the knife just below his ribs and pulling up. But all that did was anger him more. With extended claws, he slapped her across the face, sending her barreling to the ground once more. The sting from her arm didn’t even compare to the sting on her face and the bounce her head did off the ground. It was stupid to fight him hand-to-hand, but she had to at least try.
An angry growl escaped Derek as he got off the floor and saw (Y/N) holding her head. Without thinking, he ran toward Jackson, with all the intent of knocking him like he had done to her. But he used the bars of the cell to lift his body and kick Derek straight to the chest and across the room.
Suddenly, as the Kanima hissed in Melissa’s face, Scott appeared and stuck his claws into the creature's ribs and pulled him off the bars. After being unhanded, Jackson slithered out the door, possibly in search of his fleeing master.
Derek jumped over the desk that kept her from (Y/N) and helped her up before signaling to follow him. They ran through the halls, but if there was any sign of Jackson before, it was gone. “Fuck!” the man grumbled. “He’s gone.”
“I’m sorry,” she croaked. “I shouldn’t have gotten in the way. I…”
“Shh,” he interrupted.
“Derek, I…”
“There’s someone there.”
He pressed them flush against the wall, his arm draping protectively in front of her. They didn’t know who it was, but it wouldn’t take long to find out.
“What are you doing here?” Scott’s voice echoed down the hall. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”
“Trust me, I’m aware of that.”
Gerard. A gasp threatened to escape her mouth, and (Y/N) clamped her hands on top of her mouth to muffle any sound. The last thing she would have ever guessed was that Scott was working with her grandfather.
“I’ve done everything you asked for,” Scott continued. “I joined Derek’s pack, I’ve given you all the information that you wanted, I told you Matt was controlling Jackson…”
“And leave him to us,” Gerard interjected. He told Scott everything he wanted to hear but gave away just one crucial thing. He would be the one to handle Matt and Jackson. Not the hunters. Gerard. “Go!”
Scott ran past the pair, unaware they had heard everything. Derek’s face had fallen in shame, his entire demeanor dropping as he realized he’d been betrayed. But the defeat only lasted a second as his attention turned to (Y/N).
“Are you okay?” he asked as he looked her over. Blood dripped down her cheek and her arm, and some stained the hair on the back of her head. “You’re bleeding.”
“I’m fine,” she sighed. “I’m sorry. About all of this. I…”
“Not now, okay,” he said softly. “You need to get home. Clean those wounds up. Do you feel dizzy? Nauseous?”
“No, I feel fine,” (Y/N) grumbled. “Listen, Derek.”
“I need to get you home,” he continued, still interrupting everything she had to say. “You need to go.”
 “What’s going on, Derek? Is it about what Scott said? I mean…”
“No. I just…,” he sighed, but the words seemed to die in his throat as he tried to get them out. “Let’s just get you home. Did you come here on your bike?”
“Yeah.”
“Give me the keys,” Derek said, extending his hand. “I’ll drive you home and come get my car after. Are your parents there?”
“My dad’s here, and my mom’s waiting at my uncle's house.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
(Y/N) followed without much fight. Her body was filled with exhaustion, and she barely had the energy to walk to her bike. But she couldn’t help the dread that slipped into her as she clung to Derek’s waist. He wasn’t just saddened by Scott’s actions. There was a fear inside him that ran deeper than betrayal, and it scared her to think that it had anything to do with her.
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Bodies, Bites, and Bitches
Part 1 of ? of Poly Teen Wolf Rewrite Series
Rating: Teen and Up
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader (platonic paring) Scott McCall x reader (platonic pairing)
Word Count: 8.7k
Summary: You and your best friends prepare for sophomore year only for corpses, animal bites, new abilities, and a chilling red head keep your gang from having a normal first day.
Warnings: swearing, mentions of a dead body, bi!stiles,
A/N: Stiles is the most bisexual character I’ve ever seen so he’s bi in this fic. Mhm. In regards to the pairings, at the moment they are all just friends. Tadaaaa. Here’s the ficcc. Also gif is actually mine 🤷. More notes at the end if you wanna read what I have to say. If not that’s chill.
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The soft whirring of your washing machine rumbled through the basement, spilling into your room from the laundry room next door. You stretched your arms above your head, eyes tired. 
You took a glance at the bottom corner of your laptop: 2 AM and lowered your arms with a groan. Why did you always do this to yourself? Every year, without fail, you pushed all your summer assignments to the last day. You had months to do them! But no, you just couldn’t. You had to write a paper about these drinks or something. Some history thing. Taking AP World History was a fucking mistake. You liked history, sure, but not enough to write a paper in the summer. It made you want to bash your brains out. 
You just couldn’t make words come out of you. 
You blew a breath of air out of your mouth and rubbed your eyes. This was not going great. 
Your phone lit up, buzzing happily next to you, the sound resonating from your wooden desk. You snatched it up and couldn’t resist an eye roll upon seeing who was texting you.
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Mieczyslaw (2:02 AM): I WAS EAVESDROPPING AND SOME JOGGERS FOUND A BODY IN THE PRESERVE 
Mieczyslaw (2:02 AM): MEET ME AT SCOTTS 
Mieczyslaw (2:02 AM): WERE ALL GOING TO FIND IT 
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Leave it to Stiles to bother you and Scott at two in the morning to try to find a dead human body. You glanced at your pathetic excuse of a paper and sighed. 
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Y/N (2:03 AM): Be there in ten
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You hugged your brown hoodie to yourself as you trudged through the thick blanket of leaves surrounding Scott’s house. Cringing as they crunched loudly under you, you swore under your breath. You were going to kill Stiles. 
You glanced back at the street in front of Scott’s house and didn’t see his blue Jeep yet. Good, more time to scheme Stiles’ gruesome death. 
Maybe you could hit him with his car. Let his prized possession end him. You’re sure he would actually like that. Be rather touched by your consideration of his feelings. 
You snorted to yourself and watched in amusement as the blue Jeep itself swerved to park behind your car. Stiles clambered out of the driver’s seat in a hurry. He slammed the door rather loudly for two in the morning and you cringed and stole a glance up at the house. Hoping to God it didn’t wake up Ms. McCall. 
Stiles took a step towards you, but lurched backwards, his jacket pocket stuck in the door. You watched as he spun around to free himself, curses flying from him as he tugged on the handle. You raised an eyebrow and leaned back on the railing of Scott’s porch. 
Idiot. 
Why were you even friends with him? 
He bounded up to you with a grin. 
“Hi.” He breathed out, cheeks red from the cold and most likely his embarrassment. 
Oh right. He was endearing. Ever since you three were small you had a soft spot for Stiles. He was always so earnest. Brushing off embarrassment, always having something funny to say, being the smartest person in the room. He was great to be around. 
Except when he had stupid fucking ideas. 
Like this one. 
This was a stupid fucking idea. 
You narrowed your eyes at him and punched his arm before he could say anything else. 
“Ow!” He cried out, shying away from you as he gripped his bicep. 
“Shhh!” You hissed, waving your hands in the space between you. His offended expression turned sheepish as he looked up at Ms. McCall’s window. 
“Sorry.” Stiles said, laughing awkwardly. You rolled your eyes and moved to the beam on the right. Stiles’ eyes lit up as he rushed over. 
“We should go knock on Scott’s window.” You said with a grin. Stiles bounced on the balls of his feet and nodded. 
“Yes. Absolutely.” 
You looked up at the roof hanging over you and then at the railing. 
“Here, stand on the railing, climb up, and once you're up, lend me a hand.” You explained gesturing to the railing. Stiles nodded and did as you said. He was about to lean down to grab your hand when you both heard the door open. You looked at Stiles in fear, his expression mimicking that of a deer in headlights. 
“Hide!” You whispered at him and quickly hopped over the rail into the big bush. You dropped to the ground and stayed in a crouch, trying to keep hidden. 
You hoped to God it wasn’t Ms. McCall. You couldn’t stand the embarrassment. She already thought Scott had a crush on you, if she saw you outside her house at 2 AM, you’d never hear the end of it. 
You heard the deck creak and from your vantage point, you saw a red hoodie creep closer. Scott McCall. You breathed out slowly and moved to stand, but of course the third of your trio was an idiot and ruined the calm of the night by falling. 
Stiles fell from his spot on the roof, dangling upside down. His feet jammed under the trellis that Ms. McCall grew tomatoes on in the spring. You shrieked, jumping up, thinking he was about to fall on his face. Scott screamed, raising the bat, that he apparently had at the two of you. And lastly Stiles started yelling as the crooked jaw boy raised a baseball bat to his head. You three screamed for a couple seconds before realising there was no danger, and you were all being idiots. 
“Stiles! Y/N! What the hell are you doing?!” Scott cried, lowering his bat, and staring slack jawed at the upside-down boy and then looking down at you with disbelief. 
“You weren't answering your phone.” Stiles cried out gesturing to you like your presence there made him innocent. You stifled a smile and wiped at your forehead. These boys were going to age you.
“Why do you have a bat?” You asked, propping your elbow on the porch railing. You put your chin in your hand and batted your eyelashes up at Scott. 
He reddened and let his hand fall behind his back, as if he could hide the fact, he almost used Stiles as a piñata. 
“I thought you were a predator.” He mumbled to Stiles, spreading his arms wide. You grinned at his embarrassment. 
“A pre— I— wha—,” Stiles flailed. You were kind of amazed he was hanging so well. 
“Look. I know it's late, but you gotta hear this.” Stiles' arms stopped fighting gravity and hung straight down, nearly hitting you in the face. You glared up at him but decided to let him talk. You also wanted to know what the fuck was going on. 
“I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police.” He looked down at you and grinned manically. You raised your eyebrows. Shit. You didn’t know dead bodies got that much interest. 
They only would if the killer hadn’t been caught.
You froze and looked up at Stiles. He wasn’t expecting you three to waltz into the woods while a literal murderer was on the loose, was he?
You tried to stop your thoughts from racing. The body was probably old. Stiles had texted you that joggers had found it. No jogger would be out at two, it had to have been found earlier. It was probably fine. You chewed at your lip and looked back up at them. 
“For what?” Scott asked. 
“Two joggers found a body in the woods.” Stiles said, his breath visible in the late summer night. He used this dramatic ass reveal to finally get himself down. He unstuck his feet and fell into the bush beside you. 
“Hi.” He said grinning at you as he stuck the landing. You smiled. 
“Hi Stiles.”
“A dead body?” Scott cried looking down at the both of you. You snorted at this and rolled your eyes. Leave it to Scott to do a reality check. 
“No, a body of water.” Stiles deadpanned looking at you in exasperation. “Yes, dumbass, a dead body.” He hissed looking back up at Scott. He climbed over the railing and stood on the porch next to Scott. 
“Need help?” Stiles asked, looking at you. You shrugged and raised your hand. Scott grabbed your hand and hauled you up, probably eager to listen to the rest of the story. You picked some leaves off your shirt as you stood next to him. 
“Were they murdered?” You asked, trying to see if your killer theory held water. 
“Nobody knows yet.” Stiles said, putting his hands on his hips. “Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20s.”
“Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?” Scott asked annoyance on his face at how casually Stiles was speaking. You raised your eyebrows and looked at Stiles. That was a good fucking point you hadn’t thought about yet. 
Stiles couldn’t contain his grin. “That's the best part.” He paused for effect looking between you and Scott. “They only found half.” He sang grinning fully now.
You and Scott shared a look of disbelief. 
“We're going.” Stiles said with a smirk. You reached down and grabbed the bat in Scott’s arms. 
Scott nodded absently as you gripped it tighter, seeming to agree you should be the one to have it. 
“Well. Your car or mine?” You asked, twisting your grip on the bat. Stiles drummed on his thighs in excitement. 
“That’s the spirit! Obviously, mine.” He said and joyfully cantered to his Jeep. You fell in with Scott as you walked over. 
“You sure this is a good idea?” You whispered to him, trying to keep Stiles from overhearing. 
Scott shrugged. “Nope.”
You threw your head back in a laugh despite the slowly worsening atmosphere. This was almost positively a horrible idea. You felt like the kids from that movie, Stand by Me. You read The Body by Stephan King last summer, but you could only remember the actor’s names and not the characters. Maybe you could be River Phoenix. You had such a big crush on him when you were younger. You eyed Stiles as he happily opened his car, he was Corey Feldman for sure. 
Scott opened the back and got in before you even reached the car, knowing you got car sick and needed to have the passenger seat. You smiled to yourself as you slid in the familiar blue Jeep. 
As much of a pain these boys caused you, you really did love them. 
You sucked in a breath and turned to look at your friends. 
“Let’s go find a dead body.” 
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Stiles pulled slowly up to the parking lot next to the Beacon Hills Preserve. The ominous ‘No Entry After Dark’ on the sign made you gulp. Might as well break that rule too. 
Before Stiles could turn off the car you unbuckled your seatbelt and jumped out, Scott’s baseball bat gripped tightly in your hand. You personally didn’t want to be in the car when Stiles would start either a rant or a speech about something or another. He talked when he was nervous. You toed at some rocks on the ground for a few moments before Scott stepped out of the car too. 
Stiles bounced over in a flash, standing with his back to the entrance and looking at both of you. 
“Shall we?” He hummed and walked backwards a few steps, looking at Scott, then at you with a smirk. You stuck your tongue out at him and gripped the bat even tighter. 
“Why don’t you lead the way?” You cooed making Stiles make a face at you. He spun around and started walking into the forest. 
“After you.” Scott mumbled quietly. You didn’t feel like teasing him and just nodded, following the familiar buzz cut deeper in the woods. 
---
“We're seriously doing this?” Scott asked as you three walked. You had been waking for maybe ten minutes. Stiles had pulled a flashlight from his pocket and wasn’t being subtle at shining it everywhere. 
“You two are always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town.” Stiles called from in front of you. You scoffed and looked around the creepy forest, knowing there was a dead woman lying somewhere. 
“Yeah well, I meant like a carnival or something.  Not a half dead girl in the preserve.” You muttered kicking a stick. 
“And I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow.” Scott said from somewhere behind you. You smiled as Stiles looked over his shoulder to give you a look. 
“Right, cause being a benchwarmer requires finesse.” You teased. 
“No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line.” You had to admit Scott’s determination and idiocy was rather charming. 
“Hey, I like how you think, Scotty.” You said making your voice sweet. “Gotta believe it to be true. That whole manifesting idea.” 
“Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.” Stiles added, giving you a sly smile over his shoulder.  
Scott laughed lightly at your teasing and you three walked for a few more moments. You twirled the bat lazily. 
“Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?” Scott said, breaking the silence. You blinked in surprise; you didn’t think to ask that. 
“Huh!” Stiles said, stopping in his tracks. You and Scott caught up to him and you two looked at him in disbelief. “I didn't even think about that.” He confessed sheepishly. 
“Yikes.” You said. Scott snorted and looked around the dark woods suspiciously. “And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?” 
Stiles nodded with an impressed look, “Also something I didn't think about.”
“You’re such an idiot.” You said with your eyes narrowed. 
“It's…comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail.” Scott said with a shrug. You smiled at him and brushed some hair out of your face. 
“I know.” Stiles said with a triumphant smile. Stiles gestured with his head towards a small hill and started to walk up it. You gripped some roots as you trudged upwards. You heard the gasps of air behind you and felt a pang of worry at Scott. 
You slowed once you got to the top and watched as he fell into a sit against a tree, shaking his inhaler and taking a puff. 
“Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?” He gasped out to Stiles who was continuing onwards. 
You bit your lip but followed Stiles as he scrambled to lay on his stomach in the dry leaves. You hurried to lay next to him, and Scott fell in on your other side. 
You three stared at a line of men walking with their own flashlights and dogs. You grimaced and hastily shoved Stiles’ flashlight into the leaves. 
“Put that out! They’ll see it.” You hissed. He scrambled with it before clicking the off button. He hurried onto his feet and jogged away. 
“Wait, come on!” He called in a whisper yell as he ran. 
“Stiles!” Scott yelled, shaking his inhaler. You looked between them and moved to chase after Stiles. Scott had his inhaler; he could keep up. 
“Wait up!” Scott yelled at you. You slowed down but kept following Stiles in his frenzy to go…wherever it was that Stiles was going. 
“Stiles!” You yelled this time. You kept your eyes on the line of men moving your way. You rushed forward, following Stiles as he tried to find the end of their line and get to safety. You heard Scott trip behind you and him yell your name. 
“Y/N!” You almost rammed into Stiles as he stopped to look back for Scott. You did the same and took a couple steps towards where you heard his voice last. 
A dog barking, much louder this time, stopped you cold as you felt the warmth of a flashlight on you. Stiles fell to his back as the dog came closer and tried to attack him. You looked at the man holding him. 
“Stop!” You yelled trying to keep your friend safe. Stiles kept scrambling back. 
“Hold it right there! And you don’t move!” The cop yelled, keeping his flashlight on you and the dog on Stiles. You gulped and looked helplessly as the dog strained against the leash to try and get at Stiles. 
“Hang on, hang on.” Someone yelled. You turned and nearly started swearing once you saw who it was. 
Sheriff Stilinski. Stiles’ dad. 
“This little delinquent belongs to me.” He said looking down at Stiles with disappointment. He looked up at you and sighed. “I know that one too.” 
Stiles scrambled up and you gripped his sleeve. You gave him a once over to make sure he was alright, and you both turned to the Sherriff like you were children again and he caught you stealing cookies from Mrs. Stilinski’s cookie jar. 
“Dad, how are you doing?” Stiles asked, trying to appear casual. You let his sleeve go and shook your head at him. 
“So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?” Mr. Stilinski asked, lips tight in disappointment. Stiles flailed for an answer. 
“No, heh. Not the boring ones.” He confessed with a grimace. Mr. Stilinski nodded softly and looked at you. 
“I see you dragged Y/N down with you as usual.” He looked around at the trees then. “Where’s the third of your trio?”
You wanted to speak up, but decided this was between Stiles and his dad, talking would only make things worse. 
“Who, Scott?” Stiles exclaimed with a fake laugh. “Sc - Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow.” He sighed and looked at you quickly in apology. You knew what he was about to say, and you were glad the Sheriff wasn’t looking at you. Your disgusted face would give away the lie. 
“It's just us. In the woods. Alone. Romantic time?” Stiles said, making it sound completely unbelievable as his voice cracked on the last word. You pursed your lips as Mr. Stilinski looked at you and then raised his flashlight to look into the woods. 
“Scott, you out there? Scott?” He yelled scanning through the trees for any sign of him. He seemed to be satisfied and looked back at you and Stiles with a sigh.  
“Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car.” Mr. Stilinski stepped forward and grabbed Stiles by the back of the neck, hauling him forward. You followed, baseball bat dragging sadly in the mud. 
“And you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy and how to treat someone on a date.” You covered your mouth with your hand to keep from laughing as you three walked back the way you had come. 
Stiles kept saying ‘ow’ every two seconds, probably hoping to annoy his dad into letting his neck go, but no dice. 
While Mr. Stilinski was distracted, you stole a lasting glance behind you, hoping Scott could see you. A skinny, asthmatic, sixteen-year-old, all alone in the woods with a plethora of police and half a dead body. What could go wrong? Would the police catch Scott? And if they didn't, how would he get home? 
Beacon Hills wasn’t the biggest town, and you weren’t very far into the ever-expanding preserve. But Scott might have to take a roundabout way through the woods to get to the road. Being seen by the police wouldn’t be a good thing. Especially if Mr. Stilinski wasn’t there. They might think he was a killer or something. 
That led you to another thought as you were walking back to Stiles’ car. Rain started to trickle down the canopy of leaves, leaving your hoodie damp and heavy. 
The cop seemed so ready to catch someone. Was so ready to let his dog attack Stiles. His face when the Sheriff had told him off was somehow disappointed. 
You crossed your arms and stepped into the parking lot next to Stiles’ Jeep. 
They haven't found whoever killed the woman. So the killer really was out there. Maybe even out here in the woods.
Mr. Stilinski let his hand drop and he gently shoved Stiles closer to his car. You stepped in next to him and faced the Sheriff together. 
He sighed and brought a hand to wipe some rain away from his eyes. 
“Stiles. I know you have an interest in these things, but there is a dead woman in the woods. Her family is in mourning, the entire department is on the lookout trying to give them some peace. This is real life, not an interesting movie or tv show.” Stiles ducked his head in embarrassment. You kicked some pebbles. 
“The woods at night is no place for teenagers. Especially when there is something dangerous going on. When I get calls about cases,” Mr. Stilinski made a pointed look at Stiles. “Do not follow me to them. For Pete's sake you could get hurt.”
Stiles opened his mouth to argue, but you elbowed him as inconspicuously as you could. He shut up.
“And bringing Y/N here. I don’t believe you guys were on a date, but if you were, really?” It was his turn to give you a look. One that read disappointment. “Thought you had more sense than to go canoodling in the woods with Stiles.”
“Hey!” Stiles interjected as you grinned at the Sheriff. 
“Yes sir.” You said trying not to laugh at the offended expression Stiles was making at you two. The Sheriff smiled and gave Stiles a pat on the shoulder. 
“We’ll talk more in the morning. Now get Y/N home. You two have school tomorrow.” And with that he gave you two one last look and headed back into the preserve. 
“C’mon Mieczyslaw.” You said making Stiles groan as you got into his car. 
“I’m so lucky you’re here. He would’ve talked my ear off about safety and privacy and being a sixteen-year-old.” Stiles huffed, grimacing. He turned the key into the ignition and you two pulled away from the woods and whatever was laying in it. 
You leaned your head onto the window and closed your eyes. Stiles was silent for once as he started the drive to your house. 
Your car wouldn’t be in the driveway. But as long as you left for school before your parents woke up it would be fine. Could have Stiles pick you up and give them a lie about wanting to ask your teacher a question. 
You grimaced as you thought of it. Early on the first day of school? Your parents better not start having expectations from you. 
Stiles drummed a pattern on the steering wheel with his thumbs and it was a comforting sound. 
You couldn’t help but notice Mr. Stilinski avoided saying anything about what killed the woman. Just that the woods were dangerous. Maybe he meant that there was either an animal or a murderer on the loose. You didn’t know of any animal that could rip a person apart at the waist though. 
Probably a person. 
People were vicious. 
“You think it was an anim-” 
“No.” You said cutting Stiles off. He looked over at you and stuck his tongue out. At least you were in agreement it was a person not an animal attack. 
“Should’ve left you in the woods. Scott wouldn’t treat me this way.” He sniffed as he pulled into your driveway. You smirked and unbuckled your seatbelt. 
“Mhm. Pick me up at 6 so my parents don’t see my car is missing.” Stiles groaned and leaned his head down on the steering wheel. You laughed and ran a hand over his buzzed hair. He swatted at your hand as you laughed some more. You got out of his Jeep and glared at the sky as rain pummeled you. 
“Bye Stiles.” You called as you walked up to your door. You turned to see him mocking you by mouthing the words with a miserable expression. You smiled as he drove away. 
Scott was dead for sure.
You pursed your lips and nodded. 
Yep. 
Dead. 
You and Stiles were also the worst friends in the history of friends. 
You pushed open your front door and looked around suspiciously for your parents. Thankfully they were asleep, and you trudged downstairs to your room. 
You glanced at your open laptop and groaned; eyes squeezed shut in pain. 
The fuckin essay. 
---
You groaned and hit the off button on your alarm clock. 5:40 AM flashed at you in angry red lighting. 
Fuckin joy. 
You were going to kill Stiles again for this. 
Every plan he had; made you suffer. You smiled to yourself as you rolled out of bed. You could probably blame everything on Stiles if you thought hard enough. 
You stumbled into your bathroom. 
Your broken finger in 4th grade was from a volleyball being thrown at you and it bending the wrong way. Who was next to you and could probably have gotten the ball? Stiles. You brushed your teeth as you cussed out baby Stiles in your mind. 
You got caught cheating on your 8th grade science test. Who was the idiot who couldn’t move his paper a little closer to you, so it didn’t look suspicious? Stiles. 
You changed your clothes quickly and quietly made your way upstairs. 
Everything was obviously Stiles’ fault. You and Scott were just poor accomplices. 
You were suddenly filled with memories of when you and Scott had shoved Stiles onto the ice-skating rink one year which resulted in him breaking an arm. Guilt swarmed in your mind and you sighed it away.
You grabbed your backpack and shrugged. Obviously, Stiles’ fault for not knowing how to skate. 
You tumbled outside and were relieved to see the Jeep sitting in your driveway. You hated waiting in the cold. You shoved your backpack at your feet and climbed into the car. 
“Morning.” You said with a yawn. Stiles covered his mouth as he yawned in response. 
“I really hate you.” He said and pulled out to drive to the school. 
You nodded. 
That was fair. 
“You get Scott’s text last night?” Stiles asked, turning onto the main road. You straightened your shirt and shook your head, looking over at him. 
He was wearing a blue shirt with a target on it, a gray hoodie, and a blazer of all things on top of it. He looked kind of stupid, but somehow kind of cool? 
Maybe cool wasn’t the right word. It matched him. It was a thrown together outfit that somehow coordinated to match his personality. Random pieces that shouldn’t fit together but do. Like the things he said never seemed to correlate, but they still made you and Scott laugh because of how true they were. 
Stiles pulled into a parking spot towards the back of the school, as a sophomore, your class wasn’t prioritized for parking spots. He dug out his phone and handed it to you.
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Scott (3:43 AM): I just got bit by some animal or something. I’m at home by the way 
Stiles (3:43 AM): Shit how bad is it? You text Y/N?
Scott (3:43 AM): I texted, but she didn’t answer 
Stiles (3:44 AM): I’m sorry man. You should get some sleep and like patch it up or something
Scott (3:45 AM): I’m goin to bed but I got a huge gauze on the bite 😬 
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You turned to Stiles a little sheepishly. You had chucked your phone on your bed and cranked out your stupid essay until around 4 AM. 
You didn’t want any more texts from either of your idiot friends. In retrospect that was really stupid as Scott could’ve tried texting you for help or something. But you were glad he was okay and got home. 
You raised your eyebrow and handed him back his phone. 
“A bite, hm?”
“Yeah, I know.” He said, turning to grab his backpack from the back seat. You jerked out of the way when his lacrosse stick almost whacked you in the face.
“He could’ve gotten mauled or something. We’re grounded from hanging with Scott for at least a week.” You said making Stiles whip around and shove you lightly into your door. 
“We’re grounded?!” He exclaimed jaw dropping, but you noticed the corners of his mouth were tilting upwards in a smile. 
“Yeah, grounded!” You replied, laughing and threw your door open. He laughed and followed you outside. 
“What, did your parents implement this?” Stiles mused nudging you. You made a face as you both started walking towards the entrance. 
“It’s me. Don’t want Scott to get dragged into more danger for at least a week.” You said crossing your arms. Stiles groaned. 
“Then we can’t go to the stupid restaurant you love.” Stiles said, gesturing wildly. It was your turn for your jaw to drop and you spun around to walk backwards, wanting to face Stiles instead of glance at him sideways. 
“Okay first off, Kelly’s isn’t stupid. Not my fault you and Scott decided to order the spicy chili fries. It says ‘spicy’ on it. You two should’ve known it would kill your stomach and give you  diarrhe-” Stiles cut you off by rushing forward and covering your mouth with his palm. You glared at him and licked his hand making him jerk away in disgust. 
“Don’t need to be yelling that for the whole school to hear.” Stiles said with an awkward laugh, wiping his hand on your shoulder. You rolled your eyes but let him do it. 
“Oh, look there’s Scotty!” You yelled suddenly, spotting your friend by the plants in front of the entrance. You widened your eyes at Stiles playfully and ran over, leaving him to chase after you. 
“Alright let’s see the damage.” You said bounding over to Scott. He sighed and lifted his shirt without another word. 
“Ooh!” Stiles cringed out as he came to stand next to you, looking at the large white bandage on Scott’s otherwise golden skin. 
“Yeah.” Scott said flatly. 
Stiles and you made to touch it and Scott jerked back with a Whoa! 
“It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf.” He said, narrowing his eyes at you two. 
“A wolf bit you?” Stiles asked, looking at you. You furrowed your eyebrows. At least he wasn’t knifed by whoever killed the woman. Animal attack wasn’t so bad, even if it could never be a wolf. 
“Uh huh.” Scott said. 
You furrowed your eyebrows and shared a look with Stiles. “No. Wasn’t a wolf” 
“I heard a wolf howling.” 
“No, you didn't.” Stiles said, crossing his arms. Scott floundered and looked at you in disbelief. 
“What do you mean, no, I didn't? How do you know what I heard?” Scott asked annoyance bleeding into his voice. 
“California doesn't have wolves. There was this whole eradication thing ages ago. Did you not listen in middle school history, you nerd?” You asked tilting your head to look at Scott. Stiles nodded in agreement. 
“Really?” Scott asked in disbelief. 
“Yes, really.” Stiles said with a small laugh. “There are no wolves in California.”
You leaned your head on Scott’s shoulder then. Your forehead pressing onto him. He absentmindedly patted your head. 
“All right, well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me when I tell you I found the body.” Scott said triumphantly. You sighed and pushed off Scott as Stiles grabbed both of his shoulders, shaking him a little. 
“You— are you kidding me?”
“No, guys, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month.” Scott said with a shudder. You frowned and patted his arm sympathetically. 
“Oh, God, that is freakin' awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since,” Stiles looked around to think of something better than dead bodies and grinned, eyes catching something. “—Since the birth of Lydia Martin.”
The girl in question walked by, strawberry curls bouncing as she smiled with her friends. “Hey, Lydia— You look— Like you're gonna ignore me.” Stiles said with a grin fading. Scott snickered and you tried to hide your smile at Stiles making an ass out of himself. You grabbed your water from your backpack. 
“Stiles you get obsessed way too easily.” You said taking a sip of the water. He spun around, arms almost whacking into Scott as he looked at you. 
“I do not! It’s just Lydia Martin.” You gave him an unimpressed look and took another sip. 
“Remember Luke Freeman in fifth grade?” You said talking around your straw. Scott snorted into his hand at Stiles’ face. You started ticking names off your fingers. 
“Or Jake Amin? Or Olivia Diaz? Or-” 
Stiles cut you off by slapping your water bottle out of your hand. You watched it spill onto the ground, it lands on its side, water pooling from it. 
You looked up at Stiles with eyes narrowed, annoyed. Scott bent down with a wince and handed it back to you. 
“Okay! Let’s talk about something other than all the people I’ve had desperate crushes on. Don’t need to dwell on that right now.” Stiles exclaimed, putting a hand on your shoulder, and shoving you towards the school entrance. You made eye contact with Scott and cackled as you were shoved. 
“Scott, you're the cause of this, you know.” Stiles grumbled, hiking up his backpack. 
“Uh huh.”
“Draggin' me down to your nerd depths.” Stiles continued as you three stepped into the building. “Me and Y/N are nerds by association. We’ve been scarlet - nerded by you.”
You shook your head at Stiles with a smile on your face. 
“Oh hey, I’ll stay for your practice and maybe you drive me and Scott over to his house? I need my car.” You asked moving to walk towards your locker. Stiles nodded, eyes darting around the hallway. You and Scott exchanged unamused looks as Stiles’ eyes settled on Lydia Martin. 
He was a mess. 
“We’ll see you later Y/N.” Scott said, dragging Stiles towards their class. You smiled and turned the other direction to head towards your history class. It was always annoying when they had a class together and you didn’t. But you had two classes with Scott and two with Stiles, so it made up for it. One of the classes had them both in it. You were looking forward to that one: Chemistry. It was going to be a shit show for sure. 
You dropped your bag down next to a desk in the back and crossed your arms on the table and nestled into them. Maybe you could sleep through the misery and maybe your teacher would forget to ask for everyone to turn in their essays. 
“Alright class, put your summer essays into the basket over there.” Your older teacher said breezing into the room once the bell rang. 
Or not. 
You handed your paper to an acquaintance with a puppy dog look, and he rolled his eyes and walked over to the basket for you. 
“You’re pathetic Y/N.” Danny Mahealani said sitting back down in front of you. You stuck your tongue out at him and rested your head back into your arms. 
---
The bell rang and you sat up in a jolt. No one seemed to notice that you had fallen asleep, and you grabbed your bag and followed Danny out with a sheepish smile directed towards your teacher. 
“Pathetiiic.” Danny called as you headed to Scott’s locker. You flipped him off over your shoulder and smiled at Scott in greeting. You furrowed your eyebrows when you saw he was staring off across the hall. You turned to see what he was looking at. If he was going to stare so openly then you might as well.
A tall pretty girl with pale skin and a long blue scarf was talking to Lydia Martin. You blinked in surprise and turned to look back at Scott. 
Someone was smitten and it was only 9:00 in the morning. Stiles looked longingly at Lydia, and you rolled your eyes. 
Make that two people smitten. 
You clapped loudly and they both blinked in surprise to see you standing there. 
“Who’s she?” You asked, nodding behind you. 
Cierra, a girl you used to be partners with in science last year, pulled up next to Stiles. “She's in our English class. She’s new. Her name is Allison Argent.” 
You nodded at her, impressed. Stiles and Scott were idiots, they were too busy drooling to give you the juicy information. 
You settled in between Scott and Stiles and leaned against the lockers. 
“Can someone tell me how she’s here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?” Cierra asked, making you snort at Stiles' face. He looked both envious and way too knowledgeable on the workings of Lydia Martin. You crossed your arms, knowing he was about to say something either stupid or true. 
“Because she's hot. Beautiful people herd together.” 
You weren’t disappointed. Stupid, yet true. 
“Nuh uh there’s gotta be a reason.” Cierra said with furrowed brows. 
“Name one person in their group that isn’t hot. Just one. Name one.” Stiles said getting surprisingly worked up about this. You thought for a moment and snapped your fingers. 
“Danny isn’t the best looking.” You mainly said this because of him razzing you earlier. He was fine. Liking someone based on looks was stupid anyway. 
“That’s cause you aren’t a gay guy.” Stiles said, waving his hand at you in dismissal. You laughed and shifted to look at Scott. He was still staring at Allison and Lydia. You looked over. Also, Jackson Whittemore was there now. Yikes. 
You never understood what Lydia saw in him, but then again, she seemed rather shallow. 
But you didn’t really know either of them. Maybe Jackson was a nice guy? You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you thought that. Yeah, no. He was a total dick. 
The warning bell rang, and you sighed. You grabbed Scott’s sleeve and tugged him away from his creepy staring. 
“C’mon we got chemistry.” You said and pulled Stiles along for good measure. Cierra gave you a look that said, ‘why do you talk to these idiots?’ And rushed away to her next class. 
“Yo! Lay off the merchandise.” Stiles huffed pulling away from you. You rolled your eyes and shoved him into the Chemistry classroom.
Why did you hang out with them? 
---
School passed quickly with every class containing talks about the syllabus and talk about the body. At lunch Scott announced their English teacher had said a person was in custody. You nearly threw your sandwich at Stiles when he didn’t know who it was. He was supposed to be good at keeping tabs on criminal activity in Beacon Hills. He was an honest disappointment. 
The last bell rang, and you stumbled out of your ceramics class that you had to share with Lydia and Allison.
You eyed them as you walked behind them to the lacrosse field. 
Where to begin with Lydia Martin.
Stiles had a crush on her since the third grade. Well, he had a crush on a lot of people since then, but she was always the constant one. She was very beautiful, in a sophisticated way. You didn’t know what the Martin’s did, but it had to be something with a lot of money. That, or Lydia was amazing at buying knock off designer brands. If that was the case, then she went up several rungs on her likability ladder. 
Other than her clear sense of high-end fashion, there wasn’t much you knew about her. She had a lot of friends and was dating Jackson Whittemore who was the captain of the lacrosse team. But that was it? As long as Stiles had been trailing after her you never really saw a glimpse into her personality. Sure, you could make deductions based on what you say; entitled, rude, cunning, but you didn’t actually know her. 
You thought her entitled and rude because of how dismissive she acted towards Stiles. Then again if you were a hot popular girl and a gangly nerdy boy wouldn’t stop hitting on you, then yeah you would be dismissive too. Hell, if anyone wouldn’t stop hitting on you for years you would be uncomfortable. 
You bit you lip and decided fuck it.
“Hey, you’re Allison, right? The new girl?” You asked, stepping in line with the two other girls. Lydia blinked in surprise at you so clearly disregarding her authority. Allison turned to smile at you. 
“Yeah I am.” She said warmly. 
You stuck out your hand as you three stepped outside to walk towards the lacrosse field. 
“Y/N Y/L/N.” You said and she shook your hand with a laugh. Lydia eyed you carefully but didn’t say anything. 
“Are you staying to watch the practice?” Allison asked, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. You nodded with a sort of grimace on your face. She laughed and exchanged a look with Lydia. 
“What’s that face for?” Allison exclaimed. 
“I left my car at my friend's house and after practice we’re going to go get it. I love my friends, but watching practice is so boring.” You rambled. Allison nodded and Lydia narrowed her eyes slightly. 
“You’re Stiles Stilinski’s girlfriend.” Lydia stated with a blank look. 
You tripped over your shoe and almost face planted if it weren’t for Allison grabbing you with fast reflexives. You blinked in shock and stared at Lydia. 
“You know his name?!” You sputtered before realizing what she just said and shaking your head quickly. “Never mind. No, we're not dating. Ew!” You exclaimed. You weren’t usually this caught off guard. Out of the three of you, you were always the levelheaded calm one. 
Lydia pursed her lips and looked ahead at the field. Allison looked between you both with furrowed eyebrows. 
You always had people thinking you were dating either Scott or Stiles. It was something you were accustomed to denying. But to hear it out of Lydia Martins mouth threw you through a loop. You spotted Scott and Stiles walking from the locker rooms. 
“I’m going to sit over here. Was nice talking to you Allison.” You said wanting to get the actual fuck away from Lydia. You didn’t think she knew anyone outside of her circle of popular hot people. Allison nodded with a smile and Lydia just crossed her arms, looking bored. 
She was a lot more perceptive than you gave her credit for. Not only did she know Stiles’ name, but she knew you were close friends. That was very interesting. 
You peeled away from the other girls and walked towards the right side of the bleachers. You dropped your bag onto the bottom row. It was placed directly behind the bench, and you usually spent practices talking with Stiles and Scott. It wasn’t often that you went to the lacrosse practices though. They were, like you said, boring and it just felt awkward. Like you were expected to be a cheerleader and not just throw pebbles and watch them tink off your boy’s safety pads. 
You sighed and settled onto the metal bench, waiting for your friends to catch up to you. You had a lot to say to Stiles. 
You heard the metal thunk of footsteps on the small bleachers behind you. No doubt Lydia and Allison moving to the top row. That’s where Lydia usually sat whenever you had the displeasure of sitting at practices. 
“-My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season, I make first line.” You heard the tail end of Scott and Stiles conversation, and Scott dropped his bag next to the bench. Stiles sat down on the bench with a huff. Scott didn’t sit down though. You looked up to see him staring at someone, almost frozen. 
You looked over your shoulder and nearly rolled your eyes. 
Of course. You forgot he was smitten with Allison. 
“McCall!” Coach Finstock yelled, breaking your friend's trance. Scott spun around to look at him. 
You leaned forward and rested your chin on Stiles’ shoulder. He glanced back at you and brought a hand up to ruffle your hair. 
You were about to bring up the fact that Stiles’ crush since childhood thought you and him were dating when a loud whistle blew across the field. You glanced up to see who Coach Finstock was whistling at and furrowed your eyebrows when you saw he was glaring at you. 
“Y/L/N! What have I told you about distracting my players? Move up the bleachers!” He yelled pointing to the top row. You jerked away from Stiles quickly. 
Way to embarrass you in front of the team like that Coach. You gave him a half ass wave and he turned back to yelling at Scott. Scott looked over and gave you a shrug. 
You sat awkwardly near Lydia and refused to look at her. You looked down at the field and raised your eyebrows when Coach lightly hit Scott in the face. 
Fuckin Coach. 
Coach Bobby Finstock was kind of a menace. But he also reminded you of Stiles. 
You shifted in your seat as Scott stood at goal. 
“Who is that?” Allison asked and you glanced over and followed her eyeline. She was looking at Scott. You tried not to snort as you rested your chin in your palm, elbow propped on your knee. This was new. Someone was trying to get with Scott. You casually leaned closer to the girls to hear their conversation better. 
“Him?” Lydia asked. “I'm not sure who he is. Why?”
Now that was even more interesting. She knew Stiles and you but didn’t know Scott. That or she was lying. Or even more fun she didn’t want her new best friend getting involved with a “lesser then” like Scott. Not that he was anything less than a babe, but he was no Jackson Whittemore. 
“He's in my English class.” Allison said with a shake of her head. 
A whistle blew signaling to the team to start making attempts at the goal. You looked down at the field and almost shot up in your seat. Scott was grabbing his head like he was in pain. You looked down at Stiles, but he wasn’t turned to you. Coach didn’t look concerned. You glanced around. No one did. 
It was times like this that your friends tested your coddling skills. You never said it out loud, but every time Scott played, whether it be in practice or at games, you were extremely worried for him. 
You had taken to bringing extra water whenever he was playing. Having water to drink made him breathe a little easier and you were worried for him. You knew he loved lacrosse, but if it were up to you, he wouldn’t be playing at all. You were as reckless as both he and Stiles, but you had no problems going all mother hen whenever they did something to endanger themselves. 
Someone in the line took this moment to launch a ball at Scott. He was still clutching his head in pain, and it hit him square in the face. His helmet kept his nose from being broken, but the force of the impact made him fall backwards in goal. 
The team along with Coach started laughing and you glared harshly down at them. 
You hated almost everyone on the lacrosse team. 
Scott got back up and you cocked your head to the side. He looked focused, calm, ready. 
Another player made an attempt at goal, but Scott caught it easily. You grinned and clapped a few times. You heard Stiles yelling encouragement. 
Another player threw their ball and Scott caught it with a slight shift in his stance. 
Goal after goal he caught them all. 
“He seems like he's pretty good.” You heard Allison say. You grinned over at her. You didn’t know how this was happening, but he was on fire. 
“Oh, very good.” Lydia mused and you didn’t like that tone at all. You glanced over at her. She better not get any ideas. 
On the field, Jackson Whittemore cut to the front of the line and in a series of runs and jumps, he made the most extra shot on goal. You raised your eyebrows and watched with increasing nerves as Scott braced to catch it. 
He lunged to the side and caught it easily. 
You whooped, getting to your feet and start clapping loudly. On the bench Stiles bursts up with a happy yell. Lydia Martin also gets to her feet while clapping. You didn’t know if you should bring that up to Scott and Stiles later. 
“That is my friend!” Stiles yells and you laugh along with his joy. 
You notice Lydia looking down at Jackson with a look that says, ‘display of power makes me go brrrr’. You were probably exaggerating, but still. Lydia wasn’t cheering for her boyfriend; she was cheering for his embarrassment. You shook off your thoughts of Lydia and her further confusing mannerisms and cheered for your friend. 
Scott threw the ball at the assistant coach, and you laugh happily. He was getting cocky. That was fun. 
The rest of practice was a blur as Coach yanked Scott out of goal and made him run drills against Jackson. Stiles even left the bench a few times to participate. Jackson and Scott succeeded every single time. Stiles, not so much. 
It was close to 5 PM when Coach called the practice to a close. 
You stood up, stretching the uncomfortable metal bleachers off your bones. You made eye contact with Scott as he jogged to the locker room, and you smiled at him coyly. He rolled his eyes at you with a smile. 
Lydia stood up along with Alison and you couldn’t help but notice both of them were also watching Scott make his exit. 
Part of you wanted to be annoyed. Not at Allison, but at Lydia and even Stiles. Lydia only cared about Scott once she saw his ‘worth’ as a player. You thought that you understood parts of her, but this behavior made her seem even more shallow. Then there is the matter of Stiles liking her for no reason other than her looks. He’s just as shallow. You couldn’t be upset at her and then turn around and be okay with him. 
Why the hell were you thinking so hard over Lydia Martin? You usually barely even considered her, and this is three times today when you dedicated time to try and understand her. 
You shook your head to try and force your brain to stop being weird and you trotted down the metal bleachers. Enjoying how fast you could go down them if you stepped on the seats instead of the stairs. 
“See you later!” Allison called as she followed Lydia to the parking lot. Lydia gave you a glance and nodded slightly. 
What the fuck is with today and Lydia?
You sunk down on the grass and waited for Scott and Stiles to appear from the locker room. 
You ripped up grass as you waited and soon enough a shadow was standing over you. You glanced up and Scott was standing there with the biggest grin on his face. 
“What the fuck McCall!?” You shouted, standing then jumping at him. He grinned sheepishly and caught you to both of your surprise. Stiles jogged up and wasted no time getting in on the celebration. 
Scott released you and you grabbed his shoulders to shake them.  
“My best friend is a fucking legend!” You yelled laughing. Stiles ruffled Scott’s hair and brought both of you into a group hug, whooping as he did so. 
The adrenaline of watching Scott came flooding back to you as you jumped around with your best friends in the whole world. This school year was your year. Your time. Finally, something was going right.
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So I was watching the first episode of Teen Wolf and I thought you know what would be fun? A rewrite. I know I’m not the first person to do this, @bilesbilinskix and @24stiles920 are the two that I’ve seen on tumblr. I looked for other rewrites after I had the idea and it would feel weird to not acknowledge the years of work they’ve done for this. So if you’re interested in reading a completed/farther along version of a rewrite go check both of them out.
This rewrite is going to be Stiles Stilinski x reader. I’m toying with the idea of making it Stiles x reader x Derek, but I haven’t decided yet. So for now it’s a slow burn that ends with just Stiles.
This fic is going to be very long. This first chapter is 8.7k words which is astonishing because compared to other episodes nothing much happens this episode and its only half. I’d also like to preface that the reader is the main character. So there are going to be many, many scenes that aren’t included in the show. It’s a rewrite with a new main character so if you’re wondering why it matters about readers' history essay that’s why. They’re the main character.
Also this rewrite is going to be rated mature and might teeter towards explicit. The show is rated PG-13, but I’m going to say teenagers aren’t usually suitable for a 13 year old audience.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this series and come to love it as much as I do. This is going to have the worlds slowest updates so like if you wanna check back in a year that is honestly for the best. I wrote this two years ago and I'm tired of waiting I'm just going to post it. :)
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Whumptober Day 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.” | Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?” ||| ALTs: Decoy | After failure
Words: 3.2k
Summary: A new pack comes to Beacon Hills when they hear Scott's out of town, and seem to think there's no way for them to win against a full pack of werewolves without an alpha. Especially when they convince a certain chimera to join their side, or so they think. Unfortunately for them, Theo always has a plan.
“You should’ve remembered the feeling of drowning before double crossing me.”  His knee drives into the chimera’s back, weight pushing into the claw marks.  He mewls.  “Pathetic,” Winters laughs.  “All you had to do was identify werewolves for us and leave.  Was that so hard?”   He drives his knee deeper, hand coming to the back of his neck to force his forehead into the ground.  Theo wriggles underneath the weight, every inch of his skin torn and burning from the alpha’s claw marks.  His own claws drag across the ground, shaking as they tear uselessly at the wood.  Pain wraps his entire body, his focus on holding onto his heartbeat and chemosignals, shoving what Winters wants at him, flooding the alpha’s senses. It works, given the low chuckle from the wolf on top of him.  “I thought you’re supposed to be some terrifying chimera of death, but even you can’t fight an alpha.” “If I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t have walked through the front door,” he groans against the wood, clenching his fists, claws digging into his palm.  “I expected you to be better than this.” Claws drive further into him, the knee on his back forcing the breath from his chest as his wounds drag across the floor.  “I’m going to kill you, and no one will miss you.  You’re a false werewolf without a pack.”   “And you’re a sad excuse for an alpha,” he bites back.  “Because you saw none of this coming.  Because I do have a pack, and you don’t.  Not anymore.”
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heliads · 1 year
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ok i think i have a plot but feel free to change anything you want!
so, i would like to request fem!reader x lydia martin, around season 2, i guess, when stiles, scott and allison already knew about everything but lydia was kept in the dark. so, she ends up being reader's lab partner and is really amazed by how smart and kind she is, they develop a connection really quick and lydia feels like she can be herself with reader
and one day some sort of attack happens in the school (they always happen in the school lol) and when it comes at them, reader holds lydia's hand and hides her face in her neck and lydia just feels incredibly powerfull. like, she always had to be smaller than she really is, to be this fragile little girl for her partners to like her, but here is reader, trusting her to protect her, and she feels strong and capable for the first time because now she has her girl to protect and she definetely will. after that, she just activates protective girlfriend mode and they live happily ever after!
well, i guess that's it, thank you <3
yes i am using this fic as an excuse to complain about my current chem class. it just makes the inner dialogue more rich trust me on this
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Is it a terrible thing? You know, to be aware of the fact that the people you value the most are keeping secrets from you? Lydia thinks it might be. She believes she has never known a pain so bitter as this one. At the moment, it is the worst agony of her life, and although it will not stay that way forever, the horror of it is enough to sink her current days into tragedy nonetheless.
Contrary to popular belief, Lydia Martin is not an airhead. She is conscious of what happens around her, to the point where her friends hiding things from her is something impossible to be ignored. Lydia knows that there are subjects they refuse to broach around her, topics that they are all piercingly familiar with yet can’t trust her with in the slightest.
Lydia knows all this and bites her tongue so often it bleeds and tints her lips a most becoming red. It is far easier to keep up the act of the airhead, and so she does. At some point, she’s going to reach her breaking point and react so violently no one will ever be the same, but she’s not there yet. With all hope, she won’t ever be there.
Or, she wouldn’t have to reach that point if her friends would just tell her what was going on. Lydia has noticed small things, discrepancies in the dynamics in the friend group. She’s not blind to the way Scott McCall started acting strangely out of nowhere, nor the way Stiles Stilinski started covering for him more than usual. Even the fact that Allison Argent has somehow gotten wrapped up in their drama is not beyond Lydia’s awareness.
Who is not able to share in their secrecy, though? Who is the one person on the outskirts? Why, none but Lydia herself. Despite the years she’s spent knowing the two boys, despite the fact that she was the first one to reach out to Allison when the other girl first arrived at Beacon Hills High School, it is Lydia who must suffer the consequences of not knowing enough. It is infuriating, especially for someone who always prides herself on the information she carries.
It is obvious that there are secrets to be had. Something strange is going on in Beacon Hills, something that, despite her friends’ efforts to keep her out of it, involves Lydia. They’re all wrapped up in this with some great and dangerous string. At some point, it had to be expected that Lydia would start unraveling it. 
What is clear now is that something is wrong. Stiles and Scott spend more time looking over their shoulders than paying attention in class, and Lydia swears she’s seen Allison walking around with a few knives tucked into her backpack. This is going to break down eventually, it’s just frustrating to not be in the loop when everyone else seems to know so much. 
At the end of the day, though, what can Lydia do except go along with it? She stays awake most nights due to a series of dreams that make little sense when she manages to remember them. She answers Allison’s questions tolerably well when the other girl inquires as to the source and material of Lydia’s seeming visions. They’re toeing the edge of admitting that there is something going on, but all the enlightened ones still seem hesitant to let Lydia join their ranks. 
It gnaws at her as the days go by. How can her friends expect to pull Lydia out of nowhere, shoot a few mysterious questions her way, and then leave as if nothing had happened? Lydia is not blind. She sees the blood tracked in with the mud on Scott’s floor. She sees the furrows in Allison’s brow when her family starts asking too many questions. 
Something is happening here, something bad. If Lydia doesn’t find out what, she’s going to end up as another one of the countless bodies littering the streets of the town. Lydia knows the deaths are here, she sees them everywhere. If no one else seems to notice the corpses as they go to school each day, isn’t that a sign that Lydia should be heard and trusted?
Yet each sundown finds Lydia alone without a confidant spilling all, and every morning finds her waking up after another nightmare of tortuous events that aren’t among her memories, but seem to make up her future. She tries to tell Allison or Scott or Stiles, but nobody listens. After all, who could ever believe that Beacon Hills’ resident queen bee could ever have a cohesive thought in her life?
It’s infuriating. Lydia is used to fighting the war against her image, of having to convince everyone a thousand times over that yes, she is smarter than they think, but she didn’t expect that this round of enemies would involve her closest friends. 
All she can do at this point is try to keep pushing, pretend there’s a future out there in which Lydia is no longer Lydia Martin, the Outsider, but something else. Lydia the Friend. Lydia the Trusted. Lydia, who people can look at and know that she’s as much in the In Crowd as she most desperately pretends to be. 
She’s in chemistry right now, hateful class, and about to lose her mind because of it. How can one possibly put their mind towards memorizing long lists of polyatomic ions when they know their friends are in the back of the room whispering about secrets they wouldn’t tell Lydia in a thousand years? She tries not to let it bother her too much. People always have reasons for these sorts of things, don’t they? Perhaps the reasons will come out later, or perhaps never at all. 
Regardless, there is a time and a place for such worries, and this is not it. All fears must be left at the chem class door, for new ones must surely take their place. Right now, Lydia is more focused on making sure she doesn’t mess up yet another lab report, although that’s not really a peak concern.
After all, why would she have to worry when she’s got such a stellar lab partner? Although lab partners were assigned randomly, Lydia still has to fight the urge to scream words of gratitude at the heavens every time she rolls up to class and finds Y/N L/N sitting there and waiting for her to arrive. Y/N L/N, who is an angel in human form. Y/N, who somehow sees only the best in Lydia despite seeing enough of Lydia’s worst. Y/N, who would never keep a secret from Lydia like Lydia’s supposed best friends are doing at the moment.
No, Lydia couldn’t be happier to have Y/N as a lab partner. They work together perfectly, washing glassware and measuring chemicals as if they had been born in unison. You could go your whole life without finding someone who can just click with you like a puzzle piece you didn’t know was missing until the gap is mended. Lydia is desperately happy to have crossed paths with Y/N so early in her life.
Y/N flashes her a smile as soon as Lydia takes a seat next to her.
“Ready for today?” She asks, one eyebrow raised.
Lydia nods, pulling out her lab notebook. It’s been carefully organized, of course, the procedure written out in full and the required blanks for answers starred so Lydia won’t forget to write down what she must. Labs are both a chore and a treasure– the paperwork is less fun, to be sure, but something about dashing carefully measured chemicals in flasks never ceases to disappoint.
Especially not when Lydia’s got a real friend by her side. No, Lydia could do just fine here forever, just the two girls and their muffled laughter as they fit inside jokes around complex solutions. Lydia has memorized two sights by the end of the afternoon:  the way Y/N’s eyes shine when she smiles and the bright green of their perfectly produced potassium trioxalatoferrate (III) trihydrate sitting there on the benchtop.
Looking back, Lydia can suppose that she was distracted that day. It was a good lab– lots of color changes in solutions and exciting new chemicals to carefully pour into others, but more than anything, she was happy. It’s easy to be distracted by the people you care about, even when you swear you’re so locked into misery that you’ll never think about another thing again.
So, when Lydia looks up and realizes that Allison, Scott, Stiles, and for some reason that boy Isaac Lahey who keeps hanging around ominously have all disappeared from the chem lab room, she can’t honestly say when that happened. Nor why she knows without a shadow of a doubt that it’s for something bad. Lydia can only say what she feels, which is a warning deep in her bones. It traces over her in cold fingers of ice, promising only death, wanting only suffering, and it is coming directly towards them.
The screams start about half a second after these revelations hit Lydia. Before she knows it, the teacher is frantically turning off hot plates, and everyone is cowering under their desks or running for the halls. Lydia can hear frantic murmurs, something about how there’s an intruder in the school or a wild animal attack on the premises or some other incident that really isn’t good.
Y/N grabs Lydia’s hand, dragging her out of her haze. “What are we going to do?” The other girl asks.
Lydia doesn’t know that she’s ever seen Y/N so panicked. Y/N always has her stuff together, so to speak– genuine smile, calm nerves, capable mind despite the toughest labs, so it’s a shocker to see her in such hysterics now.
Lydia may not know what’s going on right now, but the problem she can solve is how to make Y/N feel better. So, she squares her shoulders and squeezes Y/N’s hand back just as hard.
“We’re going to get out of here. Alright? If something is wrong in the school, then we’re going to get out of the school. We can come back later, once it’s safe.”
Y/N nods once, the movement harsh. “Okay. Should I get my bag?”
“It can’t hurt,” Lydia decides. She’s seen enough problems happen in this school to know that if you leave your backpack unattended during a crisis, odds are it’s going to show up later clawed to shreds or otherwise dismembered in the name of keeping her friends’ secrets.
Once they’ve quickly gathered their belongings, Lydia guides Y/N out into the hall. The throngs of terrified students have largely died down by now, leaving instead an unsettling silence. The sound of shuffling footsteps comes from somewhere, but Lydia can’t tell what direction. She chooses instead to ignore it, and hurriedly walks with Y/N down towards a nearby stairwell. Their hands are still clasped, and neither girl wants to let go of the other, so they stay like that for as long as they can. Two souls together, looking for any excuse to be closer than they should.
The shuffling sound grows, and Lydia abandons grace, opting instead to sprint for the stairwell. Just as they close the door behind them, Lydia sees the silhouette of something enter the hall. It must have seen them, because it starts to slowly pace down the rows of lockers towards the stairwell entry. Judging by the shrieking sound currently wailing down the hall at them, the thing out there must be extending a claw to tear a long line across the walls of lockers. Lydia has seen enough similar ruins in the aftermaths of similar ‘animal attacks’ to wonder if it’s the same thing.
Whatever it is, the shadow in the hall has stopped outside the door to the stairwell. Lydia can see the outline of it in the frosted glass of the door window. Larger than a man, it twitches strangely as it moves, and she swears that there’s a glowing coal in the place of an eye that is looking directly at them.
Y/N is terrified, and presses closer to Lydia in the silence of the stairwell. Lydia casts her gaze around desperately for something, anything to do, and her eyes land on an abandoned mop and bucket a few feet away. A janitor far wiser than either of them must have dropped them in a rush to get out. Lydia stretches out a trembling hand and grabs the mop, wielding it like a spear. It’s not much, but it’s all she has.
Lydia waits one second, two, three, and when the thing outside breaks through the glass of the window in an attempt to reach them, she’s ready. Y/N screams, and that’s Lydia’s cue to stab the handle of the mop as hard as she can towards that awful glowing eye. Lydia may lose her mind over visions she cannot understand, but she’ll tell one free of charge right now. Either this thing backs off of its own free will, or she’ll give it a future full of death for it and it alone.
She rears back her arm to strike again, but there’s no need. The monster outside is scrabbling away, claws clicking on the linoleum tiles as it hurries to get away. It’s most likely headed for prey that doesn’t try to fight back.
That marks a difference from Lydia, who will fight back every time. Y/N looks up at her, and Lydia wonders what she must see–  a smart girl, a brave girl, someone more than what everyone else seems to think. Lydia wonders this, but she knows one thing for certain: with Y/N, she can take on the world.
Y/N lets out a shaky laugh. “Wow. I think you’re my new favorite superhero.”
Lydia snorts. “I’m no hero.”
“You’re mine,” Y/N says matter-of-factly. 
It makes Lydia’s heart ripple with warmth, a sort of happiness she hasn’t known in quite some time. Y/N takes Lydia’s hand again– they’d dropped contact in the brief fight, but it’s good to know that Y/N is just as desperate for that sort of touch as Lydia is– and jerks her head towards the stairs leading down.
“What do you say we head out? I think I’m just fine with steering clear of this place for a while.”
Lydia nods fervently. “Let’s go somewhere safe. And fun.”
Let the rest of her friends handle the thing in the halls. If they wish to protect their secrets without Lydia, they can protect the school without her as well. Lydia is content to go with Y/N wherever she pleases, and no one can convince her otherwise.
requested by @maximoffgxrl, i hope you enjoy!
teen wolf tag list: @thatfangirl42, @rogueanschel, @lovesanimals0000, @rafecameronswhore, @bellabadacadabra, @watchreadfangirlrepeat, @23victoria
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💌 73. "Stop being a fucking prick." - with Steve please babe :) hit me where it hurts!
Well... you asked, I delivered. This is just straight up angst and I did it all for you!! 😘 Read part two here!!
Pairings; Steve Harrington x fem!Reader Prompt # 73; "Stop being a fucking prick." Words; 1.1k Warnings; ANGST, just angst! I'm sorry y'all!
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The party had been a bust. It wasn’t initially, you were having fun but Steve didn’t want to go in the first place and things took a nasty turn as the night progressed. Now you’re here, alone with him in his car as he drives you back home, a deafening silence closing in around you.
Steve is staring straight ahead, both hands gripping the steering wheel as if it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. It’s very unlike him and it makes your heart constrict in your chest; usually his hand is resting on your thigh and you’re playing with his fingers while he smiles at you like he doesn’t have a care in the world. But not tonight. He’s barely glanced your way since you got in the car.
“Are we gonna talk about this?” You ask gently, getting a feel for the emotions radiating off of him.
“Talk about what?” It’s short, clipped. He still doesn’t look at you.
“About what happened back there,” you say, “about how you dragged me out of there like a father scolding his child. It was embarrassing, Steve.”
He scoffs, hand rubbing across his face, like this entire night has depleted five years off of his lifespan. He looks down, fiddles with a couple knobs, and then the radio is crackling to life with one of those synth pop songs that is getting way too much radio play. His eyes land back on the road ahead, he continues to ignore you.
“No,” you say sharply, turning the radio off and basking the car in endless silence, “you don’t get to do this, not tonight. What the hell happened back there, Steve?”
Steve turns his eyes on you then and they’re cold, dark, so unlike the warm and inviting eyes that you’ve come to know. You shift in your seat. This isn’t your Steve.
“You tell me,” he says with a bitter laugh, “you’re the one getting all cozy with any guy who offers you a smile.”
“Excuse me?” The implication stings and you begin to feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “Scott was just being nice, Steve. Okay? I had been drinking all night and I wanted a bottle of water, he found me one. That’s it. This isn’t- this isn’t you, Steve.”
“And now I suppose you’re gonna tell me who I am—”
“—Stop being a fucking prick!”
Your voice is loud, too loud and it echoes around the enclosed space. He jumps at the unexpected volume, eyes widening as he looks to you and then the road and back again.
“Pull over,” you instruct.
“Baby, I—”
“Pull. Over.”
He does as you command, coming to a complete stop and shutting off the engine. You clamber out of the car, slamming the door with such ferocity, it shakes a bit and Steve’s eyes widen even more. You set off down the road toward your house but you can hear Steve climbing out of the car, running to catch up, and then he grabs your arm and spins you back toward him.
“What are you doing?” He asks, voice high and frenzied.
“This is about me going off to school, isn’t it?” You inquire, jerking your arm out of his grasp. “I didn’t want to believe it but you’ve been pulling further and further away from me ever since you found out I was going out of state.”
“That’s not- I’m- no, that’s not true.”
“Steve, come on,” you exasperate, “you’ve been like this for months. You could- you could barely be happy for me when you found out, I could see it, but I thought it was just an adjustment. And then we graduated and it got worse and now it’s like you’re constantly questioning every single move I make. Just- just admit it, Steve.”
“Admit what?” His voice is barely above a whisper and he looks so small standing before you.
“That you don’t trust me.”
“No I- baby, I do!”
“You don’t,” you bite and he flinches back from your anger, “if you did, nothing that happened tonight would have happened.”
You laugh bitterly, hands rubbing against your face fiercely as your hair billows wildly in the summer wind. Steve thinks you look like one of those beautiful, ethereal creatures he often sees painted across the glossy pages of Dustin’s D&D books. He winces at how far out of hand this has all gotten.
“Listen, baby, I—”
“—Why don’t we call this what it is, Steve.”
Steve’s eyes widen at your monotone voice and it feels like someone has punched straight through his chest and ripped his heart out, crushing it right before his eyes.
He gulps. “And what is it?”
“Over,” you say and you turn your gaze to the road beneath your feet. “It has been for a while now, I just didn’t want to admit it. I mean, I- I can barely do this with you now, what are we gonna do when I’m hundreds of miles away?”
“We can- we can make it work,” he says urgently, stepping forward and pulling you against his body. His hands cup your face and he kisses you softly before resting his forehead against yours. His eyes are alight with the warmth you’ve been missing for months.
“We’ve been trying to make it work, Steve,” you whisper, untangling yourself from his grasp and pulling away with a shuddering breath. “I love you, I will always love you but I can’t- I won’t do this with you anymore.”
“No,” he whispers, breath catching on unshed tears, “baby, no, we can- I can fix this.”
“Maybe one day we can find our way back to each other, but…,” you taper off, not sure where you want the rest of that sentence to go. You steel yourself, take a deep breath, and then glance back up into his wide, broken, pleading eyes. “I’m gonna walk home, please don’t follow me.”
And to your surprise, he doesn’t, he lets you go. You refuse to turn back, knowing if you do, you’ll catch sight of those beautiful eyes or that playful smile and you’ll run right back into his arms. You have half a mind to do so.
Steve doesn’t get back into his car immediately. Instead, he chooses to watch you walk away, from him, from your relationship, from the future he had all mapped out for the two of you. He waits until you crest the hill and disappear from view and then he climbs back into his car, pulls a u-turn, and drives back to his big, empty house, letting you keep hold of the heart he gave to you years ago.
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betweenlands · 1 year
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Ok ill bite whats dominion smp?
BOY AM I GLAD YOU ASKED
dominion smp, which some members call DSMP for what's probably seo reasons but i find intensely hilarious because it's technically not wrong to abbreviate it like that, is a small lightly modded server based around the origins mod! basically, each member has a different origin, and in much the same way empires members are loosely the ruler of their respective countries, you can sort of consider each dominion member to be kind of a paragon of their respective origin.
thing is, while dominion is defined in part by its relation to the origins mod, there is also a lot of plot stuff that happens that is only tangentially related to the fact that everyone is creatures -- you've got people beefing over stolen goods, everyone sort of vying for power in a vacuum while trying to not seem obvious about it, taxes of "give me all of your diamonds every two weeks i am no longer asking nicely", and also. whatever the hell is going on with shadowmech.
oh yeah also literally like 75% of these ccs have 2000+ day hardcore worlds so the builds are insane.
here's a masterpost on everyone's povs! it doesn't have their Vibes down rn but i can do that really briefly (EDIT LOL NO IT'S NOT BRIEF THIS IS GOING UNDER A CUT):
starting members:
jamiejoan/jammers, dragonborn: elected queen of the server during s1. has a corruption arc, as one does. not many s1 episodes, but (without spoiling anything) her pov for s2 is unique and worth checking out
grady, enderian: doesn't have many episodes and is mainly a streamer. his character is half wet cat and half "guy that makes that's what she said jokes", but somehow in a different direction from scar?
legundo, piglin: champion of the piglins, sent to the overworld by his people for. well for takeover purposes probably. this mostly involves doing capitalism and having trusting-distrustful dynamics with the besties. actually the main server admin but this never comes up incharacter.
fixxitt, inchling: starts off as a thief, escalates WILDLY until by episode 5 welsknight is telling him "you fucked up, buddy" and then he builds a gigantic house. has 2 musical numbers in the middle of episodes that will absolutely knock you out if you're not prepared. also has very good cinematics.
nukeri, elytrian: democracy lover and guy who really, really just wants everyone to get along. canonically descended from icarus; all my friends have emotions about him and i haven't watched him yet but he's a major blorbo-in-law. i'd make a joke about how he's the resident gay scot of the server since they couldn't get smajor, but he literally does have a voice cameo from scott in his s1 finale.
rnjoy, witch: loves doing mad science, committing tax fraud, and has a mushroom son in s2 now. not a lot of s1 episodes but she loves her ravager gertrude i know that much. currently being hunted by --
shadowmech, witherborn: hitman of the server who is only withered rn because he ate a really bad porkchop. no episodes currently, he's in the process of doing a supercut of all his s1 stuff. is also in the process of uh. being very possessed and possibly being the s2 arc baddie rn. it's. fiiiiine. he's just not speaking to anyone and also attacking them during blood moons! totally chill
sneve, blazeborn: like if keralis was oli orionsound but with less musical numbers. sneve is an experience that cannot be described. just. watch his episodes there's only like 3 of them it'll tell you everything and nothing you need to know
taneesha, goat: lover of domes and also psychological warfare. started an advancement race probably as an excuse to steal people's shit. not a lot of s1 episodes but has some plot stuff anyway since she kind of got invited to join jamie's. void cult. yeaaaahhhh.
started midway thru s1:
vikingpilot, phantom: SOMETHING IS SO VERY WRONG WITH HIM. sweet ghostboy who is also incredibly unhinged. canonically dead and was also intangible and invisible for the beginning half of s1 up until the dragon fight. does dark magic, or is at least planning to do dark magic. pluralcoded and you can fight me on this. honestly my top pick for "if you only get one pov"
started at the beginning of s2:
progamebot/josh, sporeling: one video so far! joy's mushroom son. helping her make potions out of a van in the desert atm, which is. actually a breaking bad reference, not a reference to that other dsmp. canonically like a week old at the most. doing pretty well considering this.
kiply, fairy: no episodes yet, but uh. i've been watching her other stuff on and off and something is seriously wrong with her in the best way possible. plays on i think at least 2 different lifesteal-type smps? she is unhinged. she is not a reliable narrator. i love her.
dalilred (wolf) and itsryan (iron golem) also REALLY recently joined so i haven't gotten a pin on their vibes yet. red seems like she has a little bit of a cottagecore aesthetic and ryan seems to be kind of closer to sneve on the shitposter end of the mcyter spectrum, but that's all i've got
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jessybarnes · 1 year
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Title: Canvas of Love
Pairing: Scott Huffman x F!Reader
Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!
Word Count: 4,168
Tags: SMUT, angst, fluff, unprotected sex, fingering (female receiving), oral (female receiving), biting, marking, age gap, praise kink, maybe a slight itty bitty hint of dom/sub, dirty talk, crying, forced confession of feelings, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think I’ve covered everything, but if you see something I should add please let me know!
Written For: @sebastianstanbingo, @kinktober2022, and @anyfandomangstbingo
Squares Filled: Drawing a Crush for Sebastian Stan Bingo // Age Gap for Kinktober // G1 - Boss/Employee for AFG Angst Bingo
Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza 
Title Card: Yours Truly 
A/N: Since this one shot features an Age Gap, I want to make clear that Scott Huffman is 37 and the reader is 18.  I couldn't find what the character's actual age was, so I just went off of how old Sebastian was when the movie was released.
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"Excuse me, Mr. Huffman?" You knock on your boss's door and wait a couple of seconds before peeking your head in. "You have a call on line two." 
Scott looks up; his light blue eyes that were reading one of the many articles on his desk are now trained on you. They're kind as he offers you a soft smile, and you feel your cheeks heat up. 
"Thank you, Y/N. And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Scott?" 
He gives you a look that seems almost dominant, but that can't be right. He wouldn't ever see you that way. Your gaze moves to your chipped nail polish. Even though he looks almost the same age as you, your boss is nearly twenty years your senior. 
Normally, it's unheard of for a woman your age to get a job as an assistant to one of the most respected men working at the Pentagon, but you were lucky enough to know the right people. 
To your friends, it's no secret that you harbor feelings for Scott. He's extremely kind, understanding, respectful, and very, very handsome. Of course, he has no idea how you feel … well, at least you hope he doesn't. It won't bode well for your office relationship, not to mention your career if he finds out. 
You realize he's waiting on you to respond, and you nervously return his smile, answering him the same way you always do. "At least once more, Mr. Huffman." 
Your eyes close, and you let out a long breath as you carefully shut his door. Honestly, it's a miracle that he hasn't figured out your crush on him. You catch yourself staring all the time, and if he knew what was in your sketchbook locked in your bottom desk drawer? There's no way he'd be able to look at that and not know you have feelings for him. 
The folders on your desk catch your eye, and you sigh. If you want to leave at a decent time this afternoon, then you need to get through all of the case file notes from the past week.
You sit down and smooth out your pencil skirt before grabbing the top file from the stack. There are several different things that you're tasked to do for Scott, but this one is by far the most time-consuming. 
Transferring the handwritten case notes into the computer system is a bit tedious, but you know what a big opportunity this job is, and you're more than happy to do it. 
A couple of hours go by, and you've made it about halfway through the pile. You're munching on a carrot stick when Carlton Stanton, one of Scott's colleagues, taps on the top of your desk impatiently. 
"Hey! Do you know where Scott is? I've been looking for him for an hour." 
Even though he gives you bad vibes and is rather rude, you still give him a warm smile. 
"Mr. Huffman has been in his office all morning to my knowledge, Mr. Stanton. I can let him know you're waiting for him if you'd li-" 
He waves you off dismissively, "no, thanks. I can let him know myself." 
You frown and watch as he barges into Scott's personal space like a bull in a china shop. He shuts the door rather harshly, and you can hear them having a heated conversation. 
Moments later, a seemingly annoyed Scott emerges with Carl. He gives you a tight-lipped smile and stops in front of you. "Hold all of my calls for the rest of the afternoon, please. And can you also reschedule my four o'clock for tomorrow?" 
Your eyes meet his and you nod, "of course, Mr. Huffman. I'll do that right away, sir." You watch them leave and can only hope he isn't angry with you.
Even though he's gone for the rest of your shift, Scott is still fresh in your mind. He always is. As embarrassing as it is, you often conjure up scenarios of the two of you in your head. 
A picnic in the park, both of you sitting on a blanket as you share a nice meal. And afterward, Scott holds you with your back to his chest while the shade of the trees shelters you from the harsh sun. 
Another time, it was you and him snuggling on his couch or what you picture as his couch since you have no idea what it looks like. There's a bowl of popcorn between the two of you, and the latest action movie plays on the TV. 
The latest one, however, was the both of you laying in the bed of his truck watching the stars. The crisp, cool air nips at your skin, but Scott has his arm around you, so you stay warm. The moonlight makes his eyes sparkle as he looks at you, and it's the most intimate moment you've experienced. 
Well, not really… more like it's the most intimate moment your inner conscience has experienced. 
You blink and refocus; the last folder is open, revealing the final notes you need to copy over. The thought of leaving them for tomorrow crosses your mind, but the hard worker in you outweighs it, and you begin typing. 
By the time you're done, you're the last one in the office. After making sure you've secured the files and locked everything up, you head home to finish out the remainder of your night. 
Once again, you try to think about something other than your boss and your unwavering feelings for him, and once again, you fail. You begin to fall asleep and remember how Scott always looks at you when you refer to him as Mr. Huffman. His piercing, blue eyes are the last thing you see before sleep takes you.
The next morning, you wake up ten minutes before your scheduled alarm, so you decide to go ahead and shut it off. You couldn’t go back to sleep even if you tried. Wednesdays are your new favorite day. Not because it’s the middle of the week, but because Scott and you have lunch together. He makes sure to take the time to do that with you once a week just to ensure you’re not having any issues.  
A bright red and white sundress from your closet catches your eye, and you pair it with some white flats before styling your hair. A bit of light makeup finishes your look, and you’re happy to see that you have enough time to stop and grab Scott and yourself some coffee. Of course, you’ve memorized the way he takes it because why wouldn’t you? You loved seeing him smile, and you’ll take advantage of being the cause of it every chance you get.
You’re running about fifteen minutes late once you pull into the staff parking lot, but hopefully, the coffee gesture qualifies as a get-out-of-jail-free card. By the time you make it to the hallway that your office is in, you can hear Carl talking and you try not to let the fact that he’s already probably starting his usual shit sour your mood. What you weren’t prepared for was him sitting behind your desk, flipping through your sketchbook, and about ready to show every single one of your drawings to Scott. 
You freeze in the doorway, unable to even breathe as you listen to what he says. They haven’t seen you yet, and you’re hoping that they won’t. “I told you that little girl’s got a thing for you, man. Just look at what I found inside her bottom desk drawer.”
Scott whips around, venom laced in his tone as he fires back at his colleague. “First of all, Y/N isn’t a little kid. She’s eighteen, and she does amazing work for me that I would never be able to accomplish without her. Second of all, leave her things alo-” He stops, words dying on his tongue as he takes in what he’s seeing.
Drawings.
Multiple pages of drawings and they’re of him.
It’s then that they both look up and see you standing there with humiliation and sheer terror all over your face. You still haven’t taken a breath, and you pray that the floor opens up and swallows you whole. 
Carl sneers, “see that? Just look at her. She was too scared to tell you how she felt, and now that her dirty little secret’s out, she still can’t own up to how inappropriate this is.” 
You finally suck in a breath, but your throat still feels like it’s closing up. Tears sting your eyes, and you begin to shake as the coffee falls from your hands and spills all over the carpet. Scott shoots Carl a death glare and starts towards you, but before he can get close, you turn on your heel and take off running. 
“Y/N, wait!” Scott calls after you, but it’s no use. He’s lost sight of you in the sea of people still coming in to start their morning shifts. That’s it. He’s had enough of the way Carl bullies everyone, and he’s especially had it with the way he treats you. He storms back into your portion of the office and snatches the sketchbook out of his hands.
“Get. Out.”
Carl chuckles, “aw come on. I was just teasing her.”
Scott grabs him by the front of his shirt and slams him against the wall, his eyes narrowed to thin, perilous slits. “Yeah, well, it wasn’t fucking funny, Stanton. Y/N is a wonderful woman and an even harder worker that I go out of my way to make feel welcomed and valued here. I’m sure she already catches shit for how young she is, but that doesn’t mean she needs to get it from you, too. You’re a fucking bully, and I never want to see so much as one of your goddamn toes step foot in this office again. Get. The. Fuck. Out!” 
Once Carl’s gone, Scott grabs his suit jacket and makes sure to lock up the office before going to find where you’d gone. He finally finds you crying in your car and gently taps on the glass, 
“Y/N”?
You wipe your eyes and roll down your window, “if you’ve come to mock me or tell me that I’m fired, save it. I just want to leave with what’s left of my dignity.”
He frowns, “what? You’re not fired, and I’m not going to mock you. I’m flattered that you’d take the time to draw me of all things.” He opens your door and holds his hand out. “Can we go talk? It is Wednesday, and you know I always treat you to lunch.” 
Everything inside of you wants to refuse, but you also don’t want to disappoint him, so you reluctantly take his hand and let him pull you to your feet. 
You're close, more so than you've ever been, and even though his face is blurry from the tears in your eyes, you can see the concern in his. Scott tries wiping your tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs, but fresh ones immediately take their place. It's so hard being in this moment with him, knowing that he's just going to let you down easy. Why would he, a thirty-seven-year-old man, want anything romantically to do with you, an eighteen-year-old woman?
“I wish I knew how to get you to stop crying,” Scott says softly. “Would you want to go sit at one of the picnic tables around back instead of going somewhere more public?”
You nod because you don’t quite trust yourself to talk yet and walk with him toward the side of the building. The two of you stay quiet, other than your occasional sniffle, and eventually take a seat at a table in the shade. He’s watching you, studying your demeanor, but it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable. You’re still too nervous to look him in the eyes, so you pick at the varnish on your nails instead. 
A few minutes pass before he sighs, “I’m sorry about Carl. He’s an ass and had no right to treat you that way. I want you to know that I made him leave, and he won’t bother us again if he knows what’s good for him.” He hesitantly reaches across the table and gently grabs your hand. “Will you tell me what’s on your mind, sweetheart?”
Butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you blush furiously.
He called you, sweetheart!
You lick your dry lips and wipe your eyes with your free hand before looking up at him. It’s hard not to get your hopes up when he’s looking at you like this. “Well, I…there’s um…there’s a lot on my mind right now. For starters, you’re now fully aware of my feelings for you. How are you okay with this? I mean, no offense, but you’re technically old enough to be my father. Not that you look it. If I’m being honest, you look my age. I just find it hard to believe that someone like you could ever be interested in someone like me.”
Scott scoffs, “seriously? Do you truly believe that I wouldn’t be interested in someone as smart and as talented as you? Not to mention beautiful.” He leans across the table, and his free hand cups your cheek, so you stay looking at him. “Just like your drawings, you too are very beautiful, Y/N. Anyone would be lucky to have you, and yet, I’m the lucky one you chose to have feelings for.” 
His eyes move to your lips, “can I kiss you?” 
You swallow thickly, suddenly aware that anyone could see you two like this. He doesn’t seem to mind, so you throw caution to the wind and nod, “yes.”
His lips press to yours, slow and tentative, and you’re half expecting him to change his mind. He doesn’t though. He sighs and deepens the kiss, his other hand threading softly through your hair as he tilts his head to the side to gain better access. He kisses you like he wants to like he’s longed to be able to, and it makes your core throb at the thought of him wanting to do more with you. 
Scott pulls away, but he doesn’t go too far. His lip curls up in a slight smirk as his thumb grazes your lower lip. “Do you wanna get outta here?”
You stare at him with wide, unsure eyes. “What about work? Won’t we get into trouble for leaving after only being here part of the morning?”
He laughs and shakes his head, “honey, I’m your boss. You’d only get in trouble with me, and well,” he bites his lip, “I don’t plan on reprimanding you…yet.” 
“And what about you?” The concerned look on your face is the polar opposite of how your body reacts to his previous comment. If he only knew how your panties were soaked through at the thought of him choking you…spanking you… possibly even restraining you. Scott doesn’t seem like the type to be into such things, but you’ve always been told that it’s the sweet and quiet ones that are the most dominant in the bedroom.
“I’m taking the rest of the afternoon off.” He stands and holds out his hand to you for the second time that day. “Shall we?”
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Scott strives for your comfort; of that much you’re sure. You fully believe that he would have offered to take you back to his place, but instead, he drives to yours, and you’re thankful that you took the time to clean up. 
It’s weird seeing your boss standing in the middle of your living room. He’s taking everything in, smiling at all of the artwork on your wall, and it’s then that you remember the piece you’ve been working on the nights that you couldn’t sleep. 
“I’ve um… I have something for you. I just finished it last night.” He follows you to your desk, and you watch as he carefully picks up the canvas. “I hope you don’t mind that I made you my official muse. I just… drawing you comes so easily to me and not to mention you’re really beautiful and I-” 
Scott slips his free arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The intensity of his gaze renders you speechless. “I love it, Y/N. You don’t need to explain yourself to me.” 
He kisses you again; only this time, it’s more passionate, and you can sense his urgency as his mouth moves with yours. Scott blindly sets the artwork down and backs you up until your legs hit the foot of your bed. 
“Is this okay?” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and searches your eyes for any uncertainty.
“Yes, it’s more than okay.”
Scott captures your lips once more and gently lays you down. It amazes you how, at this moment, he looks even more beautiful, towering over you with the look of pure, unaltered desire in his eyes, and it’s all for you. 
His gaze rakes over you, taking in the way your sundress is bunched up around your hips, the way your chest rises and falls as you breathe heavily, but mostly it’s how you’re looking up at him. There’s so much adoration, so much trust that he’ll take care of you, and that, combined with the little bit of innocence in your eyes, is his undoing.
"God, you look so damn gorgeous, baby."
You reach for his belt to get it undone and he chuckles at your haste. “You don’t have to rush this, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.” 
A needy whine leaves your lips just as you get his zipper down, “But I want you.”
“And you have me, Y/N.” Scott pushes his dress pants down and kicks them off and his shirt joins them on the floor a moment later. Then he’s on you again, his teeth nipping the skin on your neck while his right hand pulls your panties to the side for better access. 
“You’re already so wet for me. I can’t wait to hear you scream for me while I make you cum on my cock, baby. I bet you’ll sound so pretty. 
Hearing him talk to you like this shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but you’ve thrown caution to the wind at this point. The way he’s grinding himself against your thigh makes it clear that he wants you just as bad anyway. 
“Scott, please…”
He moves down your body, leaving a chaste kiss in the valley of your breasts. His big hands hike up the bottom of your dress over the swell of your ass and he finally rests on his stomach between your spread legs. 
“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”
Scott’s fingertips hook around the waistband of your panties and he slowly slides them down your legs. He tosses them somewhere behind him and grabs you by the hips, pulling you toward him. Starting at your ankle, he leaves a trail of open-mouth kisses, each one a claim that leaves you more breathless the closer he gets to where you want him most. 
One of his hands holds you in place while the two middle fingers on his other one move slowly through your soaked folds. He pushes them in just as his lips close around your clit and you swear you’ve died and gone to heaven. 
“Scott! Oh, my god!”
He flicks your bundle of nerves with his tongue and moves his fingers slightly faster. “Mmm, you taste so fuckin’ good, baby. God, I could eat this pretty, little pussy all day. I swear.” He’s taking his time with you and although it feels sinfully good, you want more. You want to come undone on his tongue.
His movements are precise and calculated as if he’s trying to map out every place that makes you cry out for him. Scott’s grip tightens, his thumb slotting in the divot of your hip to allow for better leverage as he devours your pussy. 
Your hands tangle in his short, dark locks, desperately trying to pull him closer to your core as you grind against his mouth. The sensation of the way his tongue rolls across your clit is unlike anything you’ve ever felt and when he curls his fingers to rub the rough patch inside of you, it makes your eyes roll back. 
“Oh, my fucking god! Scott! Baby, please!”
His eyes lock with yours and he groans, the vibrations making your legs start to shake. The determination to make you fall apart for him is unmistakable. His pupils nearly cover all of the blues of his irises, and the way he’s looking at you makes you clench around him. 
“Oh, fuck… fuck you’re gonna…I’m gonna…”
Scott adds a third finger and you arch your back. You feel your walls begin to flutter and with one careful drag of his teeth, you shatter into a million pieces. He works you through it, slowly pumping his fingers while the aftershocks of your orgasm ripple over you in waves. Finally, he pulls off of you and you smile blissfully at him, the feral look on his face telling you that he’s not even close to being done with you. 
“I’m gonna fuck you full of my cum, babydoll.”  
He moves up so he can kiss you, the taste of yourself on his tongue making you whimper as he lines his cock up to your entrance. “Gonna fuckin’ ruin you, pretty girl.”
The stretch to accommodate him is a pleasure you’ve never known. He begins to move and you wrap your legs around his waist so he’s flush against you every time he slides home. He leans on his forearm so he can kiss you while the slow drag of his cock makes you moan his name like a prayer. 
“Scott! Oh, god, baby, you feel so good…”
“Yeah? Do you like that, Y/N? You’re bein’ so good for me, honey.” He peppers kisses along the column of your throat before sucking a reddish, purple mark in the same spot. “Fuck, your pussy’s so good…taking me so well. None of those boys your age know how to make you feel this way, do they baby? Come on, tell me. Tell me who fucks you this good.”
You cry out, the kindling of your second orgasm sparking into a red, hot flame. “You do! Fuck, baby, only you do!”
“That’s right, sweetheart. Only I can make you feel this good.”
Scott said he was going to ruin you, and he’s done just that. No one you’ve ever been with before has fucked you like this, and you’re convinced that no one else ever will. It doesn’t matter anyway because you can’t imagine wanting anyone else. You knew you were attracted to him from the beginning, but it took you until now to realize that you belong to him.
“Scott! Oh, god, please! Please, I want you to make me cum! I wanna be a good girl and cum for you again!”
His eyes gleam with lust as he looks down at you. “My sweet girl,” he coos. “You’re so polite. Asking me for permission and wanting to be my good little girl. Is that what you need? Do you need to cum all over my cock, baby?” 
You only nod, because it’s all you can do. He’s fucking you harder, the flared head of his dick hitting your spot at an angle that makes your vision go white. 
“That’s it, Y/N. Come on, honey. Let go for me.”
And so you do. You scream his name and nearly sob as pure bliss flows through your body like a tidal wave. Scott isn’t far behind, his teeth sinking into the skin of your shoulder as he paints your walls with his cum. 
You’re still shaking in his arms and you plant a soft his into his sweaty hair. He sighs and turns his head to the side so he can look up at you. 
“I don’t know how it’s possible, but I swear you’re even more beautiful.” 
You blush and shake your head, “Thank you, but you’re the beautiful one.”
“I’m serious, Y/N. You’re stunning.”
You smile, but it doesn’t meet your eyes and Scott frowns. “What do I have to do to prove it to you, pretty girl?”
You smile and lightly stroke his arm, “I don’t know, but I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”
He closes his eyes and feels himself begin to drift off. He’d already decided the moment he realized you felt the same way he did. No matter what it takes, he’ll make sure you always know how much he cares for you. His reply comes easily, and even though it’s barely audible he knows you hear him. 
“I promise to tell you at least once a day for the rest of our lives.”
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siriannatan · 8 months
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Poking a Dragon - ScfWhimmy
Just a random idea I got. Hope it's as cute as I think it is :D
fWhip could absolutely not focus on his paperwork. He was frankly tempted to close his curtains. And he'd have a good excuse, being a vampire (and half-dragon) to sit in the dark. But he liked to have some semblance of normalcy in his life. Especially when the sun was not beaming at his office window, and would often open it. Mostly out of habit but it felt nice even if he was technically dead. Made him feel like he was never changed. So why?
Because Jimmy and Scott apparently had nothing better to do as rulers than spar in fWhip's gardens. Right where he could see that they decided to, due to nice weather, do it shirtless... Why must the sun literally burn fWhip? Why can't it let him watch his unfairly tall and handsome boyfriends practice with their oversized (for fWhip but what did he know, he preferred the range offered by his crossbow) weapons? Both Scott's rune blade and Jimmy's tide caller trident were as long as their owners were tall. 
The view was so tempting that his tail was long out of his control. Everything around his desk long smacked away as fWhip spend more time staring out his window than at his work. And growling when any of his staff offered them drinks and snacks. But what could he do? He couldn't forbid his staff from stopping his boyfriends from getting a heatstroke. And he couldn't go and... He had no idea what he'd do. Stand and stare there. Drooling or something.
He could send someone to tell them he wants to talk. And paperwork could wait...
So he did. Purposely ignoring Scott looking out his window and waving. Trying to process as many papers as he could before Jimmy and Scott were in his office. He got through a respectable amount before they walked in. 
No weapons in sight - good for fWhip's heart, shirts barely buttoned. Snacks in hand. "I thought you didn't like tropical fruits," he hummed as Scott bit on a banana.
"You don't have many sweets out," the elf pouted. Adorable.
"Staff's in charge since I no longer need food," fWhip grinned, baring his fangs. Jimmy chuckled as Scott took another, aggressive bite. "Why must you two spar in my gardens? Don't you have better places to do that? Where my roses aren't endangered?" he changed the subject.
"We tried but got interrupted every five minutes," Jimmy sighed, flopping to the couch. "And we weren't anywhere near your flower."
fWhip just sighed. Of course, that's why. "So you're just avoiding work?" he hummed as he got his papers in order for tomorrow. Today his dragon brain was more interested in cuddles. "Please let me know you're over next time, so I can prepare the correct snacks at least," he sighed as the two grumbled and complained.
"We didn't want to interrupt, your helpers said you're busy..." Jimmy tried reasoning.
"They said they could ask but we thought you wouldn't mind..." Scott interjected with his most charming smile.
fWhip just sighed. His morons were just so cute. "Next time tell me. I'm not going to look like a bad host if anyone happens to see you two," he shook his head. "And you owe me cuddles, now," he added, hands on hips.
They did not mind after-exercise cuddles. Even if fWhip chased them into a bath first, graciously joining them since he was a good host after asking his staff to bring some cake for Scott. Jimmy would eat literally anything fWhip offered him, in astounding amounts. They even surprised him by almost forcing him into biting them. 'It's only fair since you put so much effort into feeding us,' Scott said over his cake, just before complaining that it had sour cherry jam in it. fWhip happened to like it while he was alive so Scott would have to leave with sweet and sour cake.
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inaris-mage-of-storms · 8 months
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thoughts on empires season 2 flower husbands? im mentally ill about them
ME TOO, beloved, me too! No thoughts in this noggin, only flower husbands (and the occasional convex).
But thoughts about empires season two specifically! Setting aside my personal indulgences where they are always madly in love and live happily ever after in every lifetime - gestures at the entirety of Strawberry Wine - e2 flower husbands are so heckin' divorced. Jimmy has moved on, Scott hasn't - you can't convince me that he didn't go hide somewhere to cry after his "lol what an ugly flower" comment early in the season.
Coming to Jimmy's rescue when he triggers a raid, building the extra area in his apartment in Scarland, showing concern when he notices the whole disheveled villain look - Scott can't help repeatedly saying "pls notice me" in his own quiet way. And Jimmy is having none of it. I am biting them they make me so ill. orz
Scott and Fwhip should start a support group, actually:
Scott 🤝 "my ex is a feral little gremlin of a man and I tease him because he's a joke and definitely not to cover the fact I can't stop thinking about him" 🤝 Fwhip
...If you'll excuse me, I need to go write more FH fluff to further my denial about their divorce arc :D
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Past mistakes pt.7
Word count: 2,765
Warnings: mentions of death and a curse word
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"Excuse me? What tattoo did you get removed?"
He smiles saying "A few, actually. Why do you ask?"
I narrow my eyes at him and Scott says "What grown man keeps a tattoo of his ex-wife's drivers license miniaturized on his chest."
I smile and say "Wow. I'm offended. Thought I was the one in a million, y'know."
Scott says "God, I still remember the argument it caused. Mom was so mad when he came home with that."
I laugh saying "Chris' 18th birthday."
Scott nods saying "You got your license that year, and you both were very drunk."
I smile and Chris nods "I remember. Definitely. We made the guy put Evans as your last name instead as Dylan."
Scott says "Yeah. And the first pool day we had that summer, James pushed Chris into the water and everyone saw the tattoo."
Chris sighs saying "It was definitely a statement. My dad.. god he was so happy when I got it removed."
I smile saying "My drivers license to this day is still my picture from when we went down there together on my 16th birthday to get it. They never changed the photo, even after we went to legally change my name on my license when I was 18 years old."
"God we got married young."
Scott says "I've been saying that since the beginning."
We approach the food table and I smile to him
"I know. It's your heaven in the form of a food table."
I nod and look to him as I look at the huge selection of food. I shake my head saying "They have every type of danish to exist. Oh my god."
"Don't vomit from all the crap you're about to eat."
"I have a very high tolerance to junk food."
"Oh trust me. I remember the amount of pure sugar you consumed a couple months before Jack was born."
I nod and smile saying "I remember you creating this cookie brownie skillet thing for me and oh my god I wanted to marry you all over again in that moment. Especially after you ordered that cheese pizza from Frankie's."
He nods and says "I believe I was rewarded with a really great thank you."
I punch his arm and laugh. "Shut up."
"I remember it!"
"You're so annoying."
I look up while I'm chewing on the way too big of a pastry in my mouth
Chris yanks the pastry from my mouth and I put my finger up while I chew quickly
He says "Just spit it out."
I shake my head no and he says "There's way too much in your mouth."
I laugh while I chew and smile as I cover my face. Scott says "Gross." Chris attempts to suppress a smile and I hear him laugh
I nod as I finish my bite and Scott shakes his head. He says "How did you two even fall into bed together? Do you two have any self control do you?"
"Friends can fuck." Chris says
My eyes widen and I go into a coughing fit. I laugh but cough loudly as I push Chris. Scott says "God no they can't."
Startled by an outside voice, all three of us flinch when we hear the loud “Chris!”
I turn with the other two as my eyes widen with the approach of Robert and Scarlett
Scarlett smiles to Scott saying “Hey Scott.”
“Hi Scarlett. Nice to see you again.” Scott smiles to Scarlett
Robert extends a hand to me saying “Robert. Nice to meet you.”
My eyes widen and I mutter “ohmygod Robert Downey jr..”
Chris chuckles at my momentarily long fan girl moment as I shake Robert’s hand for too long. He pats my shoulder and I say “holy shit. Iron man.”
Chris shakes his head laughing saying “sorry. She doesn’t get out much.”
“Yes I do. Don't embarrass me in front of iron man.” I push his shoulder.
Scarlett says “holy shit."
All of us look to her as she continues "I didn’t think it was you at first but just seeing the two of you together.. y/n, oh my god.”
My eyes widen and Scott says “uh..”
Robert says “I’m out of the loop. Scarlett you know her?”
Scarlett says “Of course I know her she was Chris’..”
Scott clears his throat saying “Oh Jules! You need to meet Paul!” quickly switching the conversation away from the topic of me
I look to Scott as he gives me a look and Chris says “Oh yeah... Paul Rudd.”
I gasp and look to Chris. He smiles and Robert says “What is she doing?”
I shake Chris' arm up and down repeating "No way. No way. No freaking way. You were just not gonna tell me?"
He laughs and says "I guess I have to introduce you to him now."
Scott shakes his head saying "She had a Paul Rudd poster on her wall after Clueless came out. She was obsessed with him."
"I had a clueless poster, that just happened to have him in it. Alright, I wasn't that obsessed."
Scott shakes his head and Chris says "You made me watch the movie at least a hundred times."
Scarlett says "Now that's commitment."
I look past them and I spot a familiar face. I say surprised "Is that Lizzie Olsen?"
Robert says "Elizabeth? Talking to Paul Bettany? Uh, yeah."
I smile and remove my hand from Chris' arm. I begin to walk away and he says "Wait-"
Scott says "I'll go chase after her."
Scarlett gives Chris a look and says "You brought your-"
"Robert, did the Russo's tell you about the update to the script?"
Scarlett looks to him, narrowing her eyes at him as I say "Lizzie!"
She spins on her feet and looks to me confused. She says "y/n?"
I smile and nod. She quickly approaches as she laughs "Oh my god! I haven't seen you in decades!"
I hug her tightly and Scott says "Wait, what?"
She says "Oh my god. How have you been?"
"Good. I've been good. Look at you, oh my god you're so beautiful. And successful!"
She laughs saying "Thank you. I can't believe you're here. How are you here?"
I look to Scott and say "I'm here with Scott and Chris."
"You know Chris?"
Scott scoffs saying "That's saying it lightly."
I glare at him and Paul says "Pardon the intrusion, how exactly do the two of you know each other?"
I look to him and smile. Liz says "Her brother was in most of my sisters movies and shows. They did a lot of acting together growing up. So, off the screens our families got to know each other pretty well. I hung out with her on set while our siblings filmed. And we were in ballet together. God I haven't seen you in forever."
I nod saying "How are your sisters?"
"Good. They're working on their fashion line. They've taken a break from acting. But they're good. How's James?"
"He's good. He quit acting too, he's going to be so interested to know that I ran into you. You know how close he was with Ashley."
She smiles saying "And we always said that we wished they'd get married so we could be sisters."
I laugh and Scott says "Honestly, how did I never know this?"
Paul says "Alright, I've got to know, how do the Evans' know.. I'm sorry, I never got your name miss."
Lizzie says "This is y/n dylan."
Scott mutters "Evans." I cough over his voice and say "I grew up down the street from Chris and Scott."
"Oh really? What a small world!"
Scott says "Yeah. Who knew."
Paul says "I'm Paul Bettany, pleasure to meet you."
I smile and say "Of course. Nice to meet you too."
Scott rolls his eyes and I clear my throat slightly
I am going to slap him if he doesn't lose the attitude.
Lizzie says "What brought you to Atlanta?"
"Oh, just visiting Scott and Chris. Nothing too special."
Scott says "And to get some legal documents signed, right Jules?"
"Oh?" Liz says
I nod, gritting my teeth saying "Yup. Still have some adult things I need to handle. That's apart of being a grown up."
Paul nods and Scott says "Yes, because avoiding or putting things off is very childish. Very high school. Don't you think?"
"Considering some of the things people put off are related to high school. It doesn't seem that odd."
He scoffs and says "Yeah, maybe. High school problems that went on for ten years or more. Right?"
I narrow my eyes at him and then turn back towards Elizabeth. I smile and say "It was so great to see you. We should grab lunch or something soon."
"Yes. Of course. Here, why don't I give you my number?"
I nod and she slides her phone out of her pocket. I slide my phone out of my pocket and we switch phones. She fills in her contact for me as I do the same
Robert steps away from Chris and Scarlett at the directors request as they need to get him to costume and makeup.
Scarlett looks back towards me and Lizzie as we talk. Chris clears his throat as he says "Well I should-"
"Why is your wife that I haven't heard a thing about in a very long time suddenly back here now?"
Chris clears his throat saying "What?"
"Your wife. y/n. I haven't seen her since the filming of nanny diaries."
Chris pauses, he sinks into his shoulders and I look over towards Chris as Paul runs off to go shoot the next scene. Lizzie says "Alright, I've gotta run off. Message me alright?"
I nod and she quickly follows after Paul. Scott says "Alright, I can't believe you knew the Olsen twins and never told me."
I ignore him as I walk forward towards Chris as Scarlett leans into him for answers. "You guys obviously still aren't an item? That doesn't make any sense if you were. You're with Jenny."
I pause as I reach them. Chris just stares at Scarlett blankly as she says "Chris?"
"Hi Scarlett." I chime in
She says "y/n. I was just about to ask Chris where your son was. Last time I saw him he was probably only 5 years old and he had the cutest little buzz lightyear costume on. Helmet and everything."
My eyes widen slightly and Chris tilts his head slightly. We momentarily make eye contact and I falter at the memory as I say "Pretty big movie you guys are shooting." quickly changing the topic off Jack
She looks to me confused and says "Yeah..it is. Where have you been y/n?"
"Oh. I moved to California. Hey, Scarlett I heard you had a daughter. Congratulations."
She smiles and nods "Yeah, Rose, A few months ago. Are you two just going to keep avoiding questions?"
"What questions?" I quip
She narrows her eyes at me saying "Where's Jack?"
I sink into my shoulders and my throat tightens. She says "He should be, what 10 or older?"
My chest tightens and Chris says "Scarlett. That's enough."
"What? I haven't heard a thing about him or-"
My arms wrap around myself as I shake my head. Chris says "It's not exactly a story for today okay? I think you're needed in makeup. Like the others."
She sighs and nods. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be intrusive. It was nice to see you again Jules. Don't be a stranger alright? We used to be friends back in the day you know?" She smiles to me
I nod and slap a fake smile on my face. It drains off my face as she walks away and I stare blankly at the trailer in front of me.
Chris says cautiously "y/n?"
He continues carefully "She didn't know. I haven't told many people. I will make sure to tell her the truth. She won't bring it up again."
I shrug and say, nearly ignoring what he’s saying "He was only five, Chris. Five years old. That's all we got with him." slowly the composure slips away.
He nods saying "I know. He was too young."
"It isn't fair."
"I know. We can't do this here honey."
"I shouldn't have left you. You were in pain just like I was. You lost him too."
He shakes his head saying "y/n. I'm glad you want to talk about this but this is really not the place. I will talk all this over with you, you just need to get out of here. Scott will take you to get some coffee to calm you down and I'll leave set early tonight."
I frown and say "I'm being over emotional."
"You are not. You're being appropriately emotional. Losing a child is difficult."
I nod and step away from him. He says “I’ll get Scott. And you’ll be in good hands with him.”
I frown and he looks over to Scott who picks at the cards on the bulletin board. “Scott?”
Scott walks over saying “Hey..., Jules?”
I glare at the ground clearing my throat saying “Hey Scott. I’m gonna leave my rental car here with Chris. What would you say to accepting Chris’ wishes of getting us off set and grabbing a coffee or something?”
He scoffs and says “we aren’t going to just play buddy buddy all over ag-”
Chris slaps his shoulder, pushing him as I slip my arms over my abdomen. Tightening them as I nod quickly
“Yeah. Sorry. Yes. You’re right. You’re definitely right.”
Quickly I reach for my bag on the table and Scott looks to Chris confused as I fish out my phone in my bag
I hear a quick bicker between the two and Scott says “Aaa fine, I can’t just piss away 25+ years of friendship.”
He grabs my arm and pulls me away. I look to Chris as his sad eyes watch me leave
Scott talks to himself as I pull my attention back to where I’m walking as I can’t see Chris any longer at the distance away we are now
I blurt out “he made you help me. I know he did.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“You don’t go from yelling and being so incredibly mad at me to this.”
I pull my wrist from his grip as we continue walking.
He says “He didn’t have to say anything. You have that dopey look on your face and I felt guilty. We don’t have to talk about anything but I’m still not leaving you.”
We get in his car and silence sits there as he turns the key in the ignition.
The car starts and he begins driving
My emotions well up within me and the sound of the road isn’t enough to muffle out my quick growing sobs
Scott looks to me confused as I don’t even form cohesive sentences as I blubber about Jack.
About my old life.
How I ruined everything
"That stupid costume he wouldn't take off. It wasn't stupid. He was so cute.."
“I should’ve been a better mother.”
He says “what? Who-”
“They both deserved better than me..”
“y/n. what the hell has gotten into you?”
He pulls off the road so quickly and I shake my head as I pull on the door handle desperate to just escape the Evans family
It’s too much
Years on years of suppressed emotion is drowning me.
I shake my head and he says “here.”
He hands me a ziplock baggie and I push it away saying “I don’t have a sandwich that needs to be bagged leave me alone.”
He laughs and says “For your breathing you goof.”
“I’m- im fine. Just a lot. It is just a lot. A lot of suppressed emotions. A lot of pain. And it’s all floating to the surface.”
“Yeah. Me too. God I haven’t seen you in forever. You haven’t aged a day miss y/n.”
I smile and shake my head
He says “that drowning feeling goes away with time. don’t run. Whatever you do. Don’t run. It doesn’t help.”
I frown and nod slowly.
But there’s nothing more I’d like to do.
I want to run.
I need to run
It’s in my nature. I run from my problems and suppress them until they overwhelm me
He says “just don’t run. he can’t take it, not again.”
I frown and nod slowly. “I won’t.. I won’t run.”
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brandyy0moss · 1 year
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So this is the crutches anon from earlier on Stiff's blog bringing some resolution.
Now I will preface this by saying that, I hc that there's something about the Life servers that messes with people a little, removes a few inhibitions that might keep them from acting on baser impulses. Which isn't an excuse, but does make a few of them sit there and struggle through a few 'what the freak was wrong with mes' when they get back to their home servers.
Scar gets a five page missive from Jimmy that falls just short of grovelling and laying his non-life game life in Scar's hands. Scar realizes that perhaps Jimmy doesn't quite realize what making that kind of a deal with a fae Vex and sends him a letter back thanking him for his apology. A little arson during double life was enough to satisfy the instinctual itch claiming Jimmy owed Scar something (and also explains why Jimmy was much more chill than Tango was about it) and later when they're on Empires, Scar goes a bit nuts making his own apology note in the form of builds throughout Tumble Town.
Scott and Big B also send notes, all be it with much less groveling, and they let Scar know they are using this as a reason to further educate themselves on various disability issues.
Joel sends a short note that just reads 'yeah, sorry I was a dick', then scribbles a messy series of apologies, perhaps splotched with a few tears along the margins of Lizzies own letter. Scar smiles and sends them a thank you.
Martyn also sends a sincere apology note, asks why he could do to make it up to Scar and receives a scrawled thank you which has cat bite marks on the margins, and the words 'Educate yourself!!!' written in different handwriting.
Skizz, who often 'sneaks' X knows this happens and allows it every time onto the Hermitcraft server to see Impulse, apologizes in person. He swears that Scar's cat glared at him more than Scar did. He claims ignorance on how the bruise on his shin got there when Impulse asked. Scar for his part, accepts the apology, then apologizes himself for how his crutch slipped.
And then there are the Hermits.
Some of them come to Scar afterwards of their own volition, begging forgiveness and Scar gives it eventually, but not before he has a long conversation with them about why what they did was not okay. The apologies are sincere and there are now some influential new advocates out there in the minecraft universe. (just imagine the legendary Etho at some redstone conference piping up quietly, 'okay but how about using this to improve accessibility' and suddenly a new trend is born)
For the ones who don't come right away, well Ren never took part in the crud when it was happening on LL because, well he was dealing with his own new limbs on Hermitcraft and he was not quiet about how messed up the stuff they were doing was. When they get back, he still apologizes to Scar, for not doing more to stop it. Scar gives him a weird look and is like, dude it's cool, you did what you could and I appreciate it. Ren then takes it upon himself to recruit Doc into helping him forcefully educate ALL the hermits about various issues. He gets X involved who thinks it's a great idea, and wow now there are even more advocates floating about.
Some of the loudest are those who have the reality of how much of a jerk they were shown to them, and they all end up apologizing for how awful they were and promising to do better. The only one who doesn't get instant forgiveness is Grian, who gets it, he really does. It takes a couple months and some hard conversations for the two of them to get back to how things were before, but eventually things do get better.
And that's the tale of how the Hermits and others learn to do better after being absolute jerks during the Last Life and Scar gets to see his friends who he kind of lost faith in a little, go out into the wider universe and make things better with what they've learned.
THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS WHAT I NEEDED
NOW I CAN SLEEP SOUNDLY
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