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fullsunalicia · 4 years

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Hi i have been having this idea in my mind for awhile now but since you are taking requests uhm could you maybe try a 5+1 with Haechan? 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 For instance, 5 times Hyuck flustered y/n without knowing, plus one time y/n flustering Hyuck for the first time 🥺🥺 pls and thank you🤧

cherry red - LDH

donghyuck is a heartthrob. it’s no wonder he’s easily able to make your cheeks heat up with flirty words and cheeky actions. at least once, you’re determined to give him a taste of his own medicine.

highschool au

that’s such a cute idea anon!! thank you for your request <3

You don’t like the mischievous glint in Donghyuck’s eyes, not one bit. It’s the same look he grazes his best friends with before he tackles them in the middle of class because he “needs attention”. It’s also the same one for when he sets sight on a new victim.

“Oh, my god, Heejin, he’s coming over here,” you mumble, panicked. The bleachers are packed with people and plenty of his friends, so why’d he have to single you out? You, so easy to fluster?

You’re not shy - not extremely, atleast. You handle the affection you get from friends and you can strike up conversation. The second Lee Donghyuck’s attention is fixed on you, though, your brain short-circuits. You don’t know what’s worse - the fact that he doesn’t know, or how he’d be if he knew. Either way, he’s making his way over to you right now.

Somehow, Donghyuck is the playboy of the school, even though he’s not a heartbreaker. Him and his best friend Na Jaemin are notorious for their endless affection, and the harmless flirting they participate in. Never ever do they do it to play with someone’s feelings, or to hurt them, which is why their reputation is spot-clean. Still, they manage to charm quite a few girls, which ends up in soft-spoken apologies and the bitter taste of rejection.

Heejin doesn’t help you. In fact, she starts snickering and turns away from your helpless figure. If the teachers weren’t looking at you right now, you’d beat her ass. Actually, scratch that. If you weren’t so concentrated on the heavenly looks that were Lee Donghyuck, you’d be able to do atleast something.

But how do you concentrate when God’s favorite angel walks towards you? He’s so pretty. Would he tell you where he got that lip balm from if you asked?

“Hey, (y/n)ie!”

Oh no.

You wave at Donghyuck, who’s finally made it to you. His brown hair is disheveled, probably messed up by the one and only Jaemin. You want to know if it’s as soft as it looks. Saying something back would be good, but you don’t trust your brain right now, and the last thing you want to do is embarrass yourself infront of the school’s pretty boy.

Donghyuck, ever so attentive, picks up on that. “Cat got your tongue?” He grins, and when he leans forward, you can smell his cologne. Expensive. And really nice. Donghyuck searches your eyes, probably waiting for permission. Permission to let him tackle you and cling to you like he does with his friends, because he lives off attention. Despite being perceptive, Donghyuck doesn’t know what he does to your poor heart when he takes your hands and pouts, desperate for any kind of skinship. “You’ve got such a nice voice, though. Please talk to me, (y/n)ie!”

That’s the one big reason why Donghyuck is labeled a player. He knows how to rile someone up, but is still oblivious to the fact that his attention on someone can make them so nervous. His stunning features, the honest compliments he gives when he really likes something. He’s affectionate, but he’s not a liar. That’s why he tips his head in wonder when your cheeks heat up, not aware that he’s the one who did that to you. You almost jump on the spot when his fingers trace your cheekbones. “So pretty,” he mumbles. God, you wish he wouldn’t be so charming. “Pretty enough to make me forgive you for not talking. Let’s chat later, yeah?”

You watch him retreat back to his friends to watch the game. It’s no wonder he launches himself into Renjun’s lap after he didn’t get what he wanted from you, and his friend promptly tries to shove him off. Maybe you should ask Renjun for advice.

“You’re such a klutz,” Heejin finally speaks up behind you. “Freezing up infront of him? What, is it so hard to say a simple hey?”

You swiftly turn around and deliver a kick to the back of her knees. She doesn’t buckle, neither does she get annoyed; Heejin laughs loudly, enjoying this as much as Donghyuck does.

Is this bullying?

❀ ❀ ❀

Embarrassing you becomes a hobby Donghyuck doesn’t know he’s picked up.

You and him are on normal talking terms, because you share classes and you often let him copy the homework. What you both do not do is share lunch together.

That’s why the second he slides into the seat next to you and rests his head on your shoulder, you already feel like burning up.

Heejin quietly giggles into the palm of her hand, but it gets stuck in her throat when Donghyuck’s entourage sits down next to her. Well, maybe not his entire entourage. It’s only Jaemin and Renjun who follow his guide, but it’s still enough to shut a Jeon Heejin up.

You shouldn’t lean back just yet. Donghyuck didn’t come to help you with Heejin.

“(y/n),” he complains loudly, bratty as always. He has a very melodious voice, one you love listening to. That’s why you don’t mind being the quiet one when it comes to him. It bothers Donghyuck, though. “You didn’t even come talk to me after the game. Do you not like me?”

“What?” you sputter out, blood already rushing into your face. How was this so easy to Donghyuck? You shake your head, sitting up so the boy slides off your shoulder, but all it does is make him drop his head on your lap as he looks up to you. That’s worse. You cover your face, embarrassed. “I didn’t know you’d want me to come talk to you! I’m not a mind-reader!”

You like listening to him so much more than speaking yourself. Whenever you roam the halls during free periods, Donghyuck’s mellow voice is heard even through the thick doors of the auditorium. It’s so tender and pleasant, you end up sitting infront of it every time so you can listen to him sing to his heart’s content. Once, he’d been in the school choir. He dropped it, though, because he claimed he wasn’t getting along with the people in it.

You like Donghyuck, full stop. Whether this is a crush or just a passing fancy, you’re already aware that Lee Donghyuck is able to make your heart flutter in more than one way.

For example now, as he pulls away your hands to look at your cherry cheeks. “Don’t,” Donghyuck says, voice void of mockery. He speaks in such a caring way that you can’t find yourself to stop him, and you let him imprint the sight of your face into his mind. After all, you do the same with his. “Don’t hide your face. I like you in red.”

Oh, Christ.

❀ ❀ ❀

The third time Lee Donghyuck embarrasses you is on a school hiking trip. The classes had drawn lots on who’d go where, and the class representative had been unlucky enough to draw hiking. Everyone else gets to go swimming or sailing, while your class is hiking. Amazing.

The sun burns down on your skin. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to wear jeans while you’re climbing a mountain, but it’s too late now. Heejin lets herself be pulled up the hiking trail by you, fingers tightly intertwined, even though both of your palms are turning sweaty. Very romantic. Somewhere above you, your teacher is basically running up the path.

Going to Jeju for this isn’t worth it. You miss your bed right now.

But the landscape is so pretty. Very often, you come to a halt to look and take pictures, no matter how much Heejin complains. While she empties her drink, you take some snaps to remember the occasion, awe evident in your eyes.

It’s beautiful here. The nature, the ocean, you adore it all. Unbeknownst to you, someone’s enjoying the view, too, but he’s not looking at the horizon. He’s looking at you.

You don’t even notice Donghyuck creeping closer until he nudges your shoulder with his. He smiles softly when you meet his eyes, unusually innocent, heartwrenching. This boy is filled with so much love and wit, you sometimes forget he’s even real.

“Do you like it?” he asks, head tipping to indicate the nature infront of you. You nod. “It’s gorgeous,” you tell him as you return to your phone to continue filling up your camera roll. “I don’t really like hiking, but this view kind of makes it worth it. It’s so different from watching the sunsets at home.”

So focussed on your device, you don’t even notice when Donghyuck links pinkies with yours. He almost cheers, but he’s able to hold himself back. He doesn’t want to ruin this moment with you. “Yeah, you’re right. I loved living here. Every day was like waking up in a painting.”

“You lived here?”

“Not long, but yeah.” He likes the awe in your eyes whenever something suprises you pleasantly. You’re so cute, he wants to kiss you. “Haven’t you been here before? Or are you just taking pictures to commemorate your visit?”

Heejin quietly sneaks off. Donghyuck makes a mental note to thank her for that.

Your eyes finally trail to your locked pinkies, but you don’t let go of him, thank god. “No,” you mumble, flustered from the simple interaction. Are you that unused to physical affection? “I’d love to come back someday, but I don’t know if that will happen... So, better more pictures than none.”

“I’ll take you.”

For the first time, Donghyuck misses the way he makes the heat blossom in your cheeks because he turns his head to look at the red and pink clouds. Thanks to you, his favorite color has become red now, like cherries. He didn’t even mean to fluster you - he meant it with his whole heart. He’d love to take you here. Introduce you to his grandparents. Show you all his favorite places. Go swimming together...

You’re both pulled out of your world when the teacher blows into his whistle and starts scolding you for taking so long.

❀ ❀ ❀

“(y/n),” Donghyuck says, leaning over your desk to look you in the eyes. It’s last period, and you can’t wait to get out of this hellish chair and escape into the weekend. Donghyuck’s doe eyes though make you wanna sit here a little longer. “(y/n), you’re not allowed to blush for anyone else.”

“I- what now?”

He doesn’t even mind the stares your classmates are giving you when he takes your hands into his own and starts leaving kisses all over them, his lips plush, the pecks loving. Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest at the adoration you feel for this boy. “Don’t blush for anyone else,” Donghyuck pouts, and he moves to press your hands against his cheeks. Like this, he looks like a pudu. You wonder if that would offend him if you’d say it out loud. “If someone else sees it, they might fall in love and I’d have to duel them for your hand in marriage.”

“Take me on a date first at least.” Your hands move to cover his eyes and push him back into his chair, because you’d rather die than show him your face right now. With ease, Lee Donghyuck meddles with your feelings like no one else can. If he’d ask, you’d gladly give your heart away to him. But you can’t do that if he doesn’t mean it.

Perplexed over your words, Donghyuck quiets down and doesn’t speak for the rest of the lesson again.

A date?

❀ ❀ ❀

Heejin, like Donghyuck, is obnoxiously perceptive.

For the second time during this study date, she closes her book and throws it at you. This time, you already know what she’s going to do, but you’re still too late at moving out of the way, and the heavy object hits your shoulder. “Will you stop throwing your work at me?”

“Stop pouting then,” Heejin groans. The girl folds her arms on top of the table so she can rest her head on it, her hair framing around her head like a halo. She’s really pretty. Even in middle school, she was already donning the features that made everyone swoon. Despite that, she’s never gotten into a relationship, because she claims all she needs in life is you and food. Very cute, when she’s currently not pestering you about your crush on a certain Jeju boy.

“It’s not my fault? This is my resting crybaby face. You chose to be my friend. Bear the consequences, coward.”

“Shut up.” Heejin blindly reaches for her pencil case, but you quickly take it away before she can assault you with it. “If you’re so upset about it, you should’ve asked him on a date yourself. He’s clearly wrapped around your little finger, (y/n). You’re just being a dumbass.”

You love Heejin. You’d even go as far as trusting her with your life. She’s kind and loving, and she’s the first one to jump in the car to comfort you after a fight with someone. Heejin’s the kind of friend who braids your hair for fun and falls asleep on your lap after watching your favorite movies, and she laughs at you everytime you fall behind in Mario Kart. In a way, she even babies you.

But whenever you get insecure, Heejin stops the sugarcoating to deal with it seriously. Both of you are aware of what you’re thinking and why you didn’t ask Donghyuck out(“not good enough”, “maybe I read too much into it”, etc.), she’s only waiting for you to say it so she can strangle you. Jokingly, of course. She loves you. The only thing Heejin doesn’t tolerate is putting yourself down.

So you respond, “I’m scared he doesn’t feel the same.”

The girl looks up, onyx eyes meeting yours. No amused glint in them, only honesty. You love that about her. “(y/n), he’s just waiting for you to do something,” Heejin states. It’s like she can hear your pulse quickening, because she laughs and pinches your cheek. “Seriously. I’m telling you to go for it. That dude may be really flirty, but you should see the way he looks at you. He’s basically worshipping the ground you’re walking on. Do the man a favor and give him the slither of attention he’s begging for.”

“He is not begging.”

Heejin raises an eyebrow. “So you’re not denying that he’s basically at your feet? Interesting.”

“Heejin!”

❀ ❀ ❀

It’s kinda ironic that Donghyuck pulls you aside at another game to talk. You wonder what he’s going to do now to set your face on fire.

This time though, Donghyuck is in no joking mood. His fingers are tightly intertwined with yours, the air he’s breathing out mingling with yours because you’re standing so close to each other. It makes you lightheaded, but it also makes you want him to stand closer. “(y/n),” he mumbles.

Is he... is he nervous?

The people on the bleachers cheer, and Donghyuck briefly looks up. Maybe he’s thinking about whether his friends made the point or not. Nonetheless, his attention is on you, and he’s not shy about touching. Warm, soft hands cradle your face and angle your face up, because he wants you to look him right in the eyes. It works like magic; you can’t look away, can’t break eye contact. Under his touch, your heart starts racing.

“You’re not talking again.” The corner of his mouth twitch, barely holding himself back from smirking. His thumbs trace your cheekbones, wandering over your skin and meeting your lower lip. He tugs at it, and relishes in the heavy blush settling on your cheeks. It’s his favorite view. “Say something, baby?”

“You make me nervous.”

The confession is honest, refreshingly so. Donghyuck giggles and steps closer. The nearer he gets, the faster your heart pounds. Does he do this on purpose? You’d bet money on it.

“You make me nervous, too.” He lightly presses his thumb against your lips and you deliver a kiss to it. That seems to satisfy him. His hands abandon your face to hold your waist, and your own fly up to bunch up his shirt in your fists. “Embarassingly so.”

“You’re not acting very nervous, Lee Donghyuck.” You watch as he leans down, the tip of his nose touching yours. Your breath hitches. What is going on? Did he pull you behind the bleachers just for a quick make-out?

Your heart sinks.

“(y/n),” Donghyuck says. “I really, really want to kiss you right now. But I want to take you out on a date first. I want to be called yours and seal the deal with a kiss afterwards. So will you let me?”

“You’re so cheesy,” you deadpan, and for the first time in weeks, you’re not the one who’s cheeks are turning into cherries. You basically gape at the sight of Lee Donghyuck blushing heavily under the dim lights of the soccer field. He screws his eyes shut, embarrassed. “Are you blushing, Lee? Oh my god, that’s so cute.”

“Shut up before I kiss you senseless.” With that, Donghyuck pushes you further into the shadows so no one can see him cling to your lips like the neediest brat ever. The plan had been to kiss you as your boyfriend, but surely, getting a taste won’t be so bad. After all, he’s been dying to find out the many ways he can make the blood rush to your cheeks...

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wexhappyxfew · 4 years

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🔥 and ☀️ for any OC of your choice♥

FRANCY!!! thank you sm for the ask, i was so excited to answer these!!! :) thank you again!! and since we’re dealing with emotions here - i’m choosing hazel, and i know you also love hazel as well, so yep, i’m going with hazel!!

🔥 If your OC known for having temper tantrums? If not, what gets them really angry? What makes their blood BOIL? Is there anyway to calm them down or are they unstoppable? What are they like when they’re angry? Do they take it out on their loved ones?

Hazel is NOT know for having temper tantrums LOL -> she is a naturally shy and quiet person, so freaking out is number one on the list of something she won’t do; it draws attention to herself, and that’s the last thing she’ll do. But something that makes Hazel very angry is *for example* we see the way Operatiom Virago was viewed once it was out to the public and she starts loosing her entire mind talking to Joe Liebgott about it.

This is because, she is very passionate about the forces of the Viragos, their training, the 250 women that were apart of it and the sisterhood created - she knows no one except those 250 women and instructors understand the bond - and she HATES that they are creating rumors, fake stories - anything just to seem like Operatiom Virago is not what it actually was. She may be quiet and humble but she does not take any sort of bs especially when dealing with the Viragos or the men of Easy Company or even herself, Catherine or Lizzie -> we all remember the bean defending herself in Bastogne against Sergeant Jenkins 🤔

This can also be taken as something that makes her blood BOIL. But something else that makes her angry and upset is seeing something happen to her ‘family’ of the men and women of Easy. They became her family out there and after seeing what happened to Chuck, she nearly about slits off the guy’s neck -> but that was also LOADS of symbolism from back on D-Day for (ie German with the green eyes). But you can tell she will not hesitate to get in someone’s face when her family is hurt, wounded or injured - she loves them all and will ALWAYS defend them.

Usually she calms herself down -> she knows her boundaries, she has many, so she’ll probably storm off to go look at the stars and calm herself down, the stars are always there and they always manage to calm down her racing heart.

When Hazel is angry, really angry, she’s like a deadly lil bean filled with shot after shot of caffeine, eyes narrowed, face slowly growing red, could be thought of as close to snarling, a cold and dark facade over her features, and eyes with quite literally GLARE into the other persons. So, she may seem cute and innocent when not ticked off, but once she is, she can be anything but that soft, innocent Hazel Parker -> don’t mess with her family :)

And no! She is someone very conscious of people and their own feelings and she has seen what happens when people take anger out on others (the experience of her dad leaving the family) and she knows she never wants to take out her anger on loved ones or family. She has a very good amount of control in that tiny body -> being a sniper helps with that. So she can usually control herself before she gets ticked off again somehow.

☀️ What makes your OC genuinely happy? A person, an item, their hobby? Where is the place they’re happiest, or most at home? What is the happiest they’ve ever been?

OOOH! I love this question for Hazel!! <3

The stars.

The number one thing that makes Hazel as happy as can be is the stars, and sometimes simply being alone with the stars, getting to ‘talk’ to them, lying out in an open field or sitting on a bench away from a crowd, she likes just being able to simply just be with the stars.

Catherine and Lizzie.

Two women who quite literally helped Hazel in more ways than one, and were sisters to Hazel in the war through thick and thin. Everything they went through they knew they had one another to hold onto. And Hazel feels without them she wouldn’t be the person she is today, they taught her so many things about being a strong young woman, a good friend, and about having a good heart and Hazel almost always credits them with that.

Her mother.

Hazel and her mother just about went through every experience a young child and a young mother should not go through. No food for dinner, no water, no money, no electricity, and crying yourself to sleep together. Life was tough after her father left but the two found strength within each other to not let it consume them and her mother worked 3 jobs and Hazel did work a job after school, working to maintain the home even without a man. She always admired her mother’s bravery and still does.

As you can see this book was very centered on strong female relationships ☺️

And finally....

Joe Liebgott

Joe really was the one to show her a love, a pure love, where there was a relationship between two people who just really loved each other, could be just about as soft and welcoming as the one they were in. Love scared Hazel more than anything -> and Joe showed her how not to fear something like love. Joe respected Hazel from their first meeting, quotes that she was interesting to talk to and then developed a crush on her <3 They have a relationship heavily built on trust, loyalty, love, passion, friendship and of course pranking and inside jokes -> but that helped Hazel believe and know of a good love more than anything!

thank you sm for the oc asks francy!!! these ones were so cute and sm fun!! i always appreciate you popping on up on my dash or the ask box thank u sm!!! <3

#oc asks #band of brothers #hazel parker #bob fic #emojis + ask me about my ocs!

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thedaughterofkings · 7 years

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I have a prompt if that's ok? The whole pack incl Erica, Boyd, Isaac, Danny + Liam think that Derek and Stiles (who are bffs) are the perfect match for each other and try to set them up and they try to make Derek jealous by all flirting one by one with Stiles but nothing works so during a pack meeting Danny ups the ante and it works Just not on Derek, it works on Jackson who snaps and kisses Stiles and that's when the pack realises they got it wrong, it's Jackson that Stiles likes not Derek haha

Of course it’s okay, Nonny! Your prompt was really cute and I hope you like what I came up with for it! And I hope you’re still around to see the fic^^°

Beta-read by the wonderful @ohfuckthisshit, who also did some much needed cheerleading! Thank you

Five times the pack tried to help Stiles’ love life and one time they did

Subtitled: Alpha knows best

Stackson, 4k, T, no warnings apply

1. Erica

Erica realises it first: Stiles and Derek are totally in luuuurve.

They have been spending a lot of time together lately; most of the time, Stiles is already at Derek’s when the rest of the pack arrives for pack meetings or movie nights and the like. Their scents have even started to mix! At first Erica thought that they were keeping it quiet, being secretive while the relationship is still new, but eventually she comes to the conclusion that nothing is going on, that they are just that oblivious.

Boys!

It’s obvious that they need help. And Erica knows exactly what to do - a healthy dose of jealousy has revealed many a secret affection yet.

So for the next pack meeting she chooses one of her lowest cut shirts, the shortest skirt, and her favourite red lipstick. Dressed to kill, she makes sure to bend over a lot in Stiles’ vicinity, cuddles up close to him on the couch, and sucks seductively on her straw. Stiles reacts appropriately for the most part, blushing at her antics, staring at her breasts for an ego-boosting, but not creepy amount of time, and flirting back slightly awkwardly.

But Derek doesn’t really react satisfyingly - he perhaps rolls his eyes a little more than usual, but even now, with Beacon Hills safe and at peace and no danger looming on the horizon, his basic setting is ‘grump’, so there’s no telling whether Erica’s flirting makes him grumpier than usual. The only suspicious behaviour comes from Jackson, who suddenly develops a hacking cough that night. In fact, Stiles might have spent more time asking Jackson whether he’s alright than flirting with Erica.

To add insult to injury, Stiles takes her aside after the meeting to ask whether everything is alright with her and Boyd. And then he hugs her and reassures her that while he appreciates her body, and fuck anybody who doesn’t, he loves her mind and soul, and that there’s no need to use her body as a weapon among the pack. It’s all terribly sweet, and yes, there might be tears and a few more hugs involved.

All in all, Operation: Red Wolf, Trial 1 is an all around fail.

It might be time to call in reinforcements.

2. Kira

Kira is a die-hard romantic at heart.

She’s not naive; she knows things don’t always work out, but she firmly believes that you should at least try. But above all, she just wants everyone to be happy. So when Erica comes to her about helping get Stiles and Derek together, code name “Red Wolf”, for Little Red Riding Hood(ie) and the Big Bad Wolf, she jumps at the chance to play cupid.

Because the sexual approach has definitely failed, Erica and Kira agree to try something new - taking Derek’s place. Derek taught Kira how to backflip - a vital prerequisite of being part of the Hale pack - and now she’s going to do the same with Stiles, taking away Derek’s chance of teaching Stiles himself. It feels vaguely perfidious spelt out like that, but Erica assured her that it is necessary.

So in the name of love, Kira drags Stiles out into the yard the next time they are at Derek’s. Training goes well at first, even with Jackson distracting Stiles by doing his own backflips next to him. It doesn’t take long for Stiles to stop jumping at all and start watching Jackson instead, clapping at a particularly high jump and teasing: “You show-off!”

Jackson winks and does a double backflip next. Stiles gasps and then shouts: “Oh, just you wait!” before attempting a regular backflip himself. But this time he doesn’t seem to land right and Kira didn’t expect him to jump so suddenly and thus isn’t ready to catch or steady him.

Before anyone else can move, Jackson is at Stiles’ side already, hands hovering over his body as if unsure whether he’s allowed to touch.

“Can you stand?” he asks softly, while Kira hovers next to them, wanting to help but not wanting to make things any worse. When Stiles’ attempt to stand ends in him sinking to the ground with a cry of pain, Jackson reaches out to steady him. Where Jackson is holding onto Stiles’ bare skin, black lines are disappearing up his arm.

“You need to get that checked out,” he says firmly, and after some hesitation, Stiles nods. Jackson helps him up and when Stiles almost falls again after the first step, Jackson pulls him up into his arms without further ado, making Stiles yelp in surprise.

With a few quick steps Jackson reaches his car and Stiles’ complaints become fainter as they drive away. Kira remembers that this was supposed to be about making Derek jealous and sneaks a look at him. He’s looking after Stiles and Jackson and for a second Kira thinks that at least their scheming worked, but then he looks back down at his book, apparently not particularly bothered by what just happened. Erica seems to think the same, because she asks rather aggressively:

“Aren’t you worried about Stiles, Derek? Why didn’t you go to him?”

But Derek just shrugs and says calmly: “He had Jackson to look after him and I know I can trust Jackson with Stiles.”

“But wouldn’t you rather do it yourself?” Kira can’t help asking, completely confused. If anything happened to her significant other, she’d want to be the one to help, not someone else!

“Why should I?” Derek returns, adding: “Jackson wants to and I know Stiles is in good hands with him. I’m not going to come between them.”

And then he goes back to his book, conversation obviously over in his opinion.

Operation: Red Wolf, Trial 2 ends up being an even bigger fail than Trial 1.

It might be time to go back to Erica’s first idea: flirting!

3. Isaac

Isaac knows he’s a bit of an asshole. But so are pretty much all of the others. Except for Kira. Kira is adorable, and badass, and crazy, and many other things starting with d to z. But she couldn’t be an asshole even if she tried.

Stiles can be an asshole, though. As can Derek. Isaac actually likes that about them. And despite their fellow assholishness, he wants them to be happy. And if Erica thinks him flirting with Stiles to make Derek jealous is going to accomplish that, Isaac isn’t going to say no.

An opportunity presents itself a week later. The pack is going to spend the weekend camping out in the preserve. There have been some suspicious sightings reported by hikers and Derek wants to make sure there’s nothing malicious hiding in his territory. Allison and Lydia have come prepared, with blankets and scarves and warm hoodies, but Stiles apparently forgot that it still gets cold at night out in the forest. Everyone else is a supernatural creature and runs hotter anyways and thus isn’t bothered, but by the time the sun sets, Stiles is already shivering and badly hiding his chattering teeth. Isaac is just about to make a snarky comment when he remembers his mission: flirt with Stiles and make Derek jealous. And he has the perfect prop for that.

Stepping close to Stiles, he asks, voice soft and face innocent: “Are you cold, Stiles?”

Stiles shivers in response, though Isaac is pretty sure that comes from the wind blowing through the clearing they are in and not from his presence, and bites back: “We can’t all be natural, or rather supernatural furnaces, can we? Of course I’m cold, Isaac, what do you suggest I do, tap dance?”

Isaac bites back his instinctive response, which is decidedly not flirty, and instead decides to let his actions speak. He takes of his scarf and wraps it around Stiles’ neck, who splutters for a second, but then snuggles in, mumbling a reluctant: “Thanks.” Isaac just nods and steps back towards Erica again before they end up fighting after all. He’ll just let his scent … marinate for a bit and then try to flirt some more.

But he has hardly taken two steps aside when Jackson darts forward, whipping off his jacket and practically forcing it on Stiles, who laughs and slows him down with gentle touches. As Isaac watches on, Jackson helps Stiles slip into his jacket, completely overpowering the faint scent clinging to Isaac’s scarf still wrapped around Stiles’ neck. Then Jackson drags Stiles closer to the bonfire they’ve lit in the middle of the clearing, complaining about him being human and weak and too stupid to dress himself properly all the time. Isaac keeps expecting Stiles to just deck him, but Stiles simply rolls his eyes and punches Jackson lightly in the side when he gets too rude.

Isaac suddenly remembers to check on Derek’s reaction - Isaac’s scent certainly won’t be the one to make him jealous now, but perhaps it’ll still work! But Derek isn’t even looking in Stiles’ direction, his back to the rest of the pack, talking with Boyd who had refused to have anything to do with their scheming.

Looks like Operation: Red Wolf, Trial 3 is a fail, too. Time to bring in the big guns.

4. Lydia

Lydia laughs in their faces when they come to her about getting Stiles and Derek together. Apparently the way to make Derek jealous is to use someone Stiles has had proven feelings for in the past - which is her. If only she starts flirting with him, Derek supposedly will suddenly wake up and see what has been in front of him all this time. Lydia doesn’t even bother pointing out everything that is wrong with that assumption. Most of all the Derek part.

But someone is going to snap soon anyways, so they’ll figure it out on their own eventually. Lydia will be ready to gloat then.

Operation: Red Wolf, Trial 4 never even gets off the ground.

5. Danny

Danny freely admits that he’s not the most patient person. He’s used to things going his way, helped along by his charms, his brains, or occasionally Jackson’s brawn, if need be. And Stiles knows just how to get on his last nerve. In hindsight, Danny might have been a bit short when faced with countless questions whether Stiles is attractive to gay men. Especially considering that those were probably asked in earnest, not mockery.

But while Danny might not be patient, he’s not mean either - there’s a reason everyone likes him!

So when Erica complains how every single one of her attempts to get Stiles and Derek together has failed, Danny jumps at the chance to get even with Stiles karma-wise. Erica warns him that it seems to be a hopeless endeavour, but agrees to let him try his thing. Given everything they’ve tried already, without success every single time, Danny decides that he’ll have to go big or go home.

At the next pack meeting, Danny makes sure he ends up sitting next to Stiles, pressing in close to him. He pulls out all the stops, touching Stiles frequently, fleeting touches becoming more lingering, more intimate, accompanied by compliments whispered into Stiles’ ear, Danny’s lips almost but not quite touching Stiles’ skin. But while it is obviously working on Stiles, who is blushing permanently now, the growling doesn’t come from Derek’s corner of the room. Danny can’t focus on that right now, though, because his hand is sliding up Stiles’ thigh into dangerous territory and either Derek will bite very soon, or Danny will have to put his mouth where his hand is or however that saying goes again.

But before he can do something he won’t be able to come back from, something hits his side, or someone rather, someone who half pushes him away, half pulls Stiles away from him, either way forces some space between them. Despite the not inconsiderable impact - he’s dealing with werewolves here after all, Danny is filled with triumph. He succeeded where every other member of the pack failed! When he looks up, however, it’s not at Derek’s red eyes and obviously unshakable control, but into Jackson’s bright blue eyes and half-transformed face, featuring less eyebrow but considerably more fang than usually. And Jackson’s control might be much better than it was before, but the rule of “don’t touch anything of his” only got twice as serious when he turned into a werewolf.

So Danny quickly scrambles backwards and thinks that Operation Red Wolf: Trial 5 will definitely be the last episode of this doomed from the start project.

+ 1. Jackson

Jackson has obviously had his issues with the pack - starting with Derek biting him, probably in the hopes that the bite would kill him, and certainly not ending with most of them actually trying to kill him. But they’ve mostly made their peace and Jackson would even admit to a certain grudging fondness for most of them. But lately they’ve been acting completely ridiculous. And it all seems to centre around Stiles.

Now, Jackson has certainly had his issues with Stiles, too - being kidnapped and imprisoned in a police van - naked! - features pretty highly on that list. But even when their rivalry was at its height, what bothered Jackson the most was how Stiles was never in awe of him, always regarding him as equal or even inferior, certainly not superior, like most of the school thought. It was a carefully cultivated image Jackson pursued, together with Lydia of course, and truly, most of it was her idea, and it smarted that Stiles refused to play along - especially as he worshipped the ground Lydia walked on. That might have been the worst part of it actually. And lately Jackson’s issues with Stiles centred mostly on things like his hair looking so maddeningly fluffy and touchable, and his eyes being such an unusual shade of brown that you’d have to spend hours staring into them and you’d still not be able to describe them adequately. And then there’s his moles, begging you to touch and count and lick them and either his shirts have been getting tighter or his arms have gotten thicker, either way his physique didn’t use to be so distracting! So there’s obviously a lot of very valid issues Jackson has with Stiles, but the pack’s treatment of him lately really goes beyond all reason.

They’ve been acting really weird around him, and Jackson just doesn’t get why. First there was Erica using him to spice up her sex life with Boyd, or whatever was going on there with the cleavage and excessive touching. Then Kira tried to kill him through backflips - Jackson tried to show him how it was really done, but of course it was all in vain. Jackson ended up having to drive Stiles to the hospital, where Stiles got diagnosed with a sprained ankle. They had had to wait for hours, sitting next to each other on uncomfortable hospital waiting room chairs, Jackson’s hand on Stiles’ forearm, almost holding his hand, carefully siphoning off his pain. Despite the circumstances it was surprisingly nice to just sit with Stiles and talk to him, about everything and nothing, anything to distract him, and without interruptions in the form of the pack’s latest shenanigans. Eventually Stiles had nodded off, body slumping against Jackson’s, head coming to rest on his shoulder. It had taken some careful manoeuvering, but finally Jackson managed to wrap his arm around Stiles’ shoulders, which was much more comfortable for both of them he reasoned. Then he’d nodded off himself, too, and they’d slept until a doctor finally had time for them.

After that Jackson understandably became a little protective of Stiles - after all, he’d spent hours keeping him alive, or at least pain-free, and didn’t want to see his hard work go to waste. No one would have acted differently. It was just natural. Really.

So when Stiles didn’t dress properly for the pack campfire outing, and all the pack could come up with was Isaac half-heartedly giving Stiles his scarf, it obviously befell Jackson to make sure his, their human didn’t die of hypothermia. And if wrapping Stiles in his own jacket overpowered the faint hint of Isaac’s scent that clung to him because of the scarf, well, then that was just a side effect Jackson barely noticed and that definitely didn’t make him want to bury his face in Stiles’ neck and inhale their combined scents.

It all comes to a head a few weeks later with the betrayal of Danny.

Jackson had been sure that he could always count Danny to be on his side. Okay, he might not even be sure himself what side that currently is, but it is certainly not by Stiles’ side, practically in his lap, molesting him. Stiles doesn’t look like he is enjoying it, and he definitely doesn’t smell like it either. A low growl filling the room seems to echo his thoughts, and it takes Jackson a moment to realise that it’s coming from him, his wolf quicker on the uptake than his human side.

But before he can come to grips with what his reaction means, what all of his reactions to the pack’s actions lately, mean, Danny’s hand slides up Stiles’ thigh, Stiles’ panicked eyes meet his, and instinct takes over. Jackson launches over the couch table, pushing Danny away and pulling Stiles into his arms, where he’ll be safe. He knows that he has shifted, eyes glowing and fangs bared, but his head is filled with the red fog of what he now dimly recognises as jealousy, and he can’t calm down enough to shift back. A movement at the corner of his eye tells him that Danny got out of the way at least - however stupid he might have acted just now, he’s still Jackson’s best friend and he doesn’t want to hurt him, especially not while half out of control. But most of his senses are focused on Stiles.

Stiles, who is still in his arms, who hasn’t tried to get away, who is staring at him with wide eyes, but no hint of fear in their depths. Jackson stares back at him, unsure what Stiles is seeing in his own eyes, still glowing electrically, hoping it’s something more than outraged jealousy and feral possessiveness. Those are there, of course, but it’s not everything he feels, not even close. Jackson just doesn’t know how to tell Stiles that, doesn’t even know if he can right now, his mind foggy and his mouth full of fangs, but somehow Stiles doesn’t need him to.

With a little wriggle, Stiles frees one arm from Jackson’s strong, but careful grip, and cups Jackson’s cheek with his palm.

“Hey, Jax, calm down, would you? I’m alright, Danny didn’t hurt me or anything, and I’m sure all those nice people will stop their little games now,” he says pointedly, glaring around at the rest of the pack, who are surely all staring at them right now. Jackson doesn’t bother to check, but he does hear Derek shooing them out of the room, promising that there’ll be much more training in their future, because apparently most of them are deaf and blind and don’t know how to use their noses. It doesn’t really make much sense to Jackson, but it makes Stiles snort in quickly stifled laughter. When Jackson tilts his head inquisitively, still feeling slightly more wolf than human, Stiles explains:

“Erica and some of the others thought Derek and I should hook up - oh shush you,” he interrupts himself when that startles a growl out of Jackson, “them being completely wrong is the whole point of this story, so shut up and listen!” But before he continues, he tugs insistently until they are both sitting more comfortably on the couch again, instead of half on, half off it. Their manoeuvering ends with Stiles half in Jackson’s lap, so Jackson gladly lets himself be tugged and shoved. Already he is feeling a little calmer, with Stiles safe in his arms and the immediate threat removed from their vicinity, but not quite enough to shift back yet.

Finally Stiles continues: “So yeah, they tried to get me and Derek together, I’m not entirely clear on that plan admittedly, apparently too blind to see that Derek and I are just friends, and anyways, Derek is ace-aro, so there wouldn’t have been any point either way, but yeah. I wanted to tell them as much, but Derek said we should let them make their own mistakes, and well, I’m glad he did, because obviously their plan still worked - somewhat.”

There’s a small pause and then he adds, voice much quieter than before: “Derek kept leaving hints that you liked me, but I just couldn’t believe him, because why would you like me?”

He sounds so small and Jackson curses his lack of control because he wants nothing more than to reassure Stiles and convince him of his feelings, even if he wasn’t fully aware of them himself until five minutes ago, but he’s too close to feral still to put all of that into words. So he just settles for nuzzling into Stiles’ neck, like he’d wanted to at the campfire, scentmarking him, so that there’d be no more doubt for anyone with a nose. A shudder shakes Stiles’ body and his hand creeps up into Jackson’s hair, holding his head there for a moment.

“I guess Derek was right, then? He’ll be so unbearably smug,” Stiles says quietly, more to himself than to Jackson. “Now let’s see about getting you to shift back, so you can tell me as much in words, shall we?” His fingers grab a hold of Jackson’s hair and tug gently, but insistently. “Look at me, Jackson, please?”

When Jackson lifts his head to look at him, Stiles’ face is serious and for the first time there’s a hint of apprehension in his eyes, but also determination.

“I really hope I didn’t misread this terribly and that you’re not going to kill me,” Stiles mutters and then darts forward quickly, too quickly, pressing his mouth against Jackson’s. At first only the taste and scent of blood fill Jackson’s senses, Stiles’ blood, where he has nicked his lower lip on Jackson’s fangs, but soon that is overpowered by Stiles, just Stiles, all of Stiles, pressed against him, surrounding him, heart hammering in his chest, in Jackson’s ears, until all he is aware of is Stiles. When Jackson opens his eyes again, they are no longer glowing and his mind is clear once more, clearer than it has ever been.

“Sooo,” Stiles says, biting his lip, “you like me?”

“Yes,” Jackson replies, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly, “I like you. Do you want me to tick any boxes, too? Yes, No, Maybe? It’s definitely a Yes from me.” To be honest, he’s still a little shaken, but determined not to let it show, especially not to those idiots he calls pack who are sure to be eavesdropping on them right now.

Stiles just swats him lightly and quips: “We can talk about your weird kinks later, no worries. But now you should kiss me some more - those fangs of yours made the tongue action a little hazardous.” And then he sticks his tongue out and wriggles it at Jackson, who quickly draws him into another kiss to distract himself from wondering why he likes such an idiot. But the answer to that is surprisingly easy: He doesn’t like him because he’s an idiot, nor does he like him despite being an idiot, he just likes him, idiocy and all.

And if it took the idiots they call pack for him to realise that - then perhaps he is the biggest idiot of them all. And he doesn’t care one bit.

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Stop Child Abuse

This article is one of the most awful veracity based and the most realistic researched article, which I have ever written in my life. This article has created many hindrances in my personal matters too while working for it. Even the research has made me to lose some of my known people, because they think that it is wrong to find about the bitter realities. I work on this article for the social cause and I damn care for others who did not want me to write this awareness article in order to alert the young generation of our society about this abusive issue. I want to prepare youngsters for their future to deal which such accidents with dare.

I have done 2 years of intensive research on the issue of CHILD ABUSE. This article is the reality based article, which has already received many international claimed of being so natural. I am glad to see lots of audience to appreciate my work but despair to see many who did not trust me when I started working for this article.

I hate child to be abused. I want criminals to be in jail as soon as possible. Our government is taking no steps and I know few young children who had been abused by bastard abuser and for that purpose, I wrote this article to aware every one about the repute, which has already been lost by many youngsters who had been abused.

May be many have thought of me wrong as I had visited several websites to gather information about child abuse and I also chatted on Mirc channels, in order to trap the accused for finding out the realities. I have talked to many who had just insanely performed such acts and tried to trap youngsters for the fulfillment of their abusive desires. I anonymously chatted them like an innocent child, talked them on phone and also met few with lots of security protection of my relatives for me, in order to trap them to find out the reasons.

It's a noble cause and I dedicate this work for some one who is every thing to me. I know that person would feel proud of me one day, when that person will know that I have written good article for humanity awareness. What the anguish is the world is doing to deliberate towards solving the major, bitter problem of our society? Ie dilemma of CHILD ABUSE.

Children are innocent, but it does not mean that we should ignore our duty to give them proper attention. The emotional scars are deeper than the physical scars. Who will fill the scars which are left behind and which could not be mended easily? I would like to congratulate and would present the award to the United Nation, Child Protection agencies and especially to the social workers, for just sitting and eating donors from the donor countries and for doing nothing to stop this serious major concern problem. Arranging meetings, seminars, etc. on child abuse issue would never solve the problem until and without laws pass any law ie sever punishment for the accused. I can not solve this major problem individually. All I can do is to motivate each one to just move forward to solve this problem globally. I would like to give basic awareness to the local public as well as to the government officials, to learn about the basic facts about the major concern problem of child abuse. Remember that Child abuse is never child's fault. It's the fault of those dirty minds, which are like wild animals. Child abuse consists of any act, or failure to act, that jeopardizes a child's physical or emotional or mental health and development. Child abuse also means to sodomize young male or female orally or sexually.

There are three major types of child abuse:

· Physical abuse

· Emotional abuse

· Sexual abuse Physical child abuse is the wound resulting from physical aggression. Beating, shaking, kicking, pinching, biting, hair-pulling, burning with cigarettes, scaling water or hot objects, abuse by a sibling / relative etc are all in the category of physical abuse. Emotional abuse is a prototype of actions that attacks a child's emotional development. It includes steady criticizing; Belittling, insulting, rejecting and teasing are some of the forms these oral attacks can take.

Sexual abuse, which is our main topic of concern in this article, is critically defined as Sexual abuse of a child is any sexual act between an adult and a child (either gender). This term is also known as sodomization. Or child molestation. It includes touching; Kissing, hugging or making them to allow you to touch their sex organs, forcing the child to undress, spying on a child in the bathroom or bedroom, exposing children to pornography (movies, magazines, or websites), luring a child for sexual relationships , Exposing children to adult sexuality in any form like showing sex organs to a child, forced observation of sexual acts, telling "dirty" stories, child prostitution or sexual exploitation (using a child to perform sex with others), which is very common in Asian countries, intercourse, incest, rape, oral sex, sodomy or even beyond it.

Sexual child abusers can be: Stepmothers, stepfathers, siblings, or other relatives, childcare professionals, ministers, government officers, teachers, or athletic coaches, foster parents, truck drivers, friends, relatives, vagabond, burger boys, rich business man, strangers Etc What are the reasons, which makes a normal person to abuse child. Research has found some of the factors, which are given below Stress, lack of the nurturing qualities, difficulty controlling anger, a personal history of being aborted by some one in the past, divorce, isolation from the family or community, physical or mental health problems, alcohol or drug abuse, maritime conflict, financial difficulties , For fun and pleasure, taking out frustration, short temper etc. Child abuser specifically tries to trap innocent, young, cute, chubby, shy, reserved or alone child. They can use any medium to trap them like giving them gift; Inviting them for a cup of tea; Giving them rupees or free coupons; Threat them; Inspiring them by giving them extra attention etc. Child abusers are very clever. They try to trap innocent on net via mail or chat or visiting visiting public parks or any area, which is full of crowd.

Some signs of sexual child abuse are as follows:

· Fear, depression, shyness, fever, quietness, shivering, tension, fever, stammering while talking, inappropriate interest or your child could be attention Deficit., Avoidance of things related to sexuality, or rejection of own genitals or body, excessive aggression, Fear of a particular person, impaired social behavior, antisocial behavior, and difficulty establishing intimate personal relationships, low self-esteem, self-injury, suicidal tendencies, eating disorders; Personality disorders, nightmares, bed wetting etc.

Steps to be taken

If you suspect child abuse, always report it for the sake of the child. Inform the victim parents and call your nearest police station or take the help of Rangers. Do not neglect if your child wants to share some thing to you. Always build the relation of trust with your child. Do not mentally torture your child. Be calm and ask them the real scenario. Never de-motivate them to speak up. Teach them from their early age to be aware of child abusers. Teach them not to talk to any stranger or passerby. Teach your child not to receive mail, gifts, or packages from someone you do not know. Gently encourage the child to give you enough information to evaluate whether abuse may have occurred. If the child reveals the mistreatment, reinstate him / her that you believe him / her, that he / she is right to tell you, and that he / she is not bad. Who can help victim? Social worker; Teacher; Police; Lawyer; Family Member etc.

Conclusion:

Now it's the time to take action. The life of victim can not be judged. We can not conceive the pain in their heart properly. Governments should pass some strict laws against child abusers so that they could not perform such act ever again in their life. The issue should be raised in all the Public and Government schools and I would request every one to circulate this searched article to your families, friends, and students etc to spread awareness among them. Your support, act of kindness and adoration toward innocent child will bring happiness and a little smile on their faces.

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