#werewolf on top of that yay)

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welcome back to my old cringe fail vampire au thing. in this episode-

#tf2 #tf2 ocs #vmp team #i'm stuck in doodle mode maybe it's a warm up for greater times #long story short blus are vampires (except for scout - he's an accident) and reds are human vampire hunters (except for sniper who's also a #werewolf on top of that yay) #and it's not serious at all i got ironically inspired by twilight back then. #as a joke #in retrospect it was more like wwdits except not as funny #teko art

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saw you doing Halloween requests and thought of werewolf reader fucking the brains out of lyney and lynette

I Warned You About Those Woods, Bro!

Pairings: Lyney, Lynette x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, werewolf!reader, sub/bottom!Lyney + Lynette, noncon, terato, breeding, knotting, rough sex

Genre/Format: Smut; Scenarios

Author's Note: As usual, both characters are 20+ — Yay werewolf time! Time to breed the adorable cat siblings! Hope you enjoy, lovely anon~

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Ignoring warnings typically isn't a smart move. Ignoring warnings about dangerous areas is even worse. Ignoring warnings about the beast who inhabits this particular forest — the exact forest that they were about to head into for rare ingredients — was the dumbest move that they could possibly make

Now the ash blond's stupidity would land them in an undesirable predicament; trapped within the thickest region of the forest in the dead of night with not even a single soul to save them

“C-c-c'mon now...let's not be so hasty here! Ngh-! Surely you're a man of r-reason?” The frightened magician stuttered, painfully pinned down by a large clawed hand on the small of his back. The hand was big enough for the fingers to wrap partially around the boy's waist. A feral growl resonated within your chest as your eyes narrowed at the naive thing below you, wriggling within your grasp as a last-ditch effort to escape

If he was dumb enough to venture this deep into your territory, surely after the townsfolk had warned him, then you'd just have to prove that those warnings were not exaggerations

Now Lyney regretted ignoring the kind shopkeeper's pleas to steer clear of this area, as your far-too-thick cock penetrated his ass while your razer sharp claws tore his clothing to shreds. A puddle of drool built up underneath his chin as you fucked the human's deliciously tight hole, cumming inside moments after plunging in

Choked moans from the dumb boy mixed with the sound of your heavy panting, accompanied by the loud, wet noises of his cum-soaked hole. Lyney's nimble fingers dug into the dirt and grass below while you bred another heavy load of cum deep within him, bulging his insides to their limits

The soft, alluring skin of your prey beckoned you to sink your teeth into it, biting Lyney's shoulder as it peeked through his clothing. The boy's screams pierced your ears as blood trickled down his arm, staining his skin and the grass with both blood and tears

When you ultimately knotted the human, that was the moment that he finally broke. His vision darkened for a moment and his cry was cut short as the large knot popped inside, stretching his ass far too much. Lyney went limp directly after, speechless and exhausted from being bred by buckets of inhuman cum for hours all while struggling to break free, only to fail in the end

Shaky whimpers escaped from the boy with every drag of your nails on his skin, mindlessly shivering as his breathing slowed. The knot prevented you from pulling out for a long time, effectively keeping his ass lifted up while you rutted into him until you could separate. By that time, the human was brainless, fucked stupid by your cock until his hole was left gaping with cum dribbling out

Perhaps you'll keep this one. After all, he is rather attractive. His voice sounded beautiful when you bred him, so why not keep him as your mate? Force the tiny thing to accept your seed night after night as your cute little cumdump?

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“N-no, stop that!” She shouted as a cold nose pressed up against her cunt, inhaling her scent deeply with a growl. She screamed again when a wet tongue began to lap at her folds, soaking her clothes in saliva while a large, furry tail swooshed in the air

“Wh-at are you...?” Lynette's question did not reach your ears as you were far too concerned with the intoxicating scent of her arousal, the orifice concealed behind thin cloth that practically begged to be filled, and you had every intention to do so

The loud squelching of the girl's pussy was music to your furry ears as your cock ravaged the warm hole ruthlessly. Having already cum inside once, the sloppy sounds only served as fuel to keep breeding her over and over. Lynette's cunt had never been so full in her life, gripping your fat cock in a way that caused your eyes to cross and your thrusts to hit deeper, banging against her cervix until another load was pushed inside

Innocent mewls were the only sounds that came from the small feline woman while you fucked her all night long. The cute sounds easily covered up by the grunts and snarls from yourself during your rough breeding session. The noises grew quieter and quieter until Lynette had gone completely nonverbal under your grasp, pushed into a mating press to keep your fertile seed from escaping

When it was time to knot your new mate, the angle that you had her positioned at was all too perfect for pushing the massive knot in, causing her stomach to bulge as her body had no choice but to make room for it. Lynette's eyes shot open for only a second, closing halfway once more while her delicate fingers flexed and went limp along with the rest of her fragile body

As the moonlight slipped through the trees, you admired the gorgeous woman underneath you. Finally unconscious after the harsh lesson in trespassing. She was truly beautiful and you couldn't bear to kill this one yet, so you opted to bring her home as a mate. This kitty would become your wife and breeding bitch, you decided. An eager hole to accept your cum whenever you needed relief

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[asterias-record-shop]

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Stiles Stilinski & Derek Hale x Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.2K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You had a slight interest in both Stiles and Derek, I mean, who wouldn’t? You tried at first, but when they kept asking questions about each other, you settled on the fact that they were interested in each other and have been trying to get them together. Stiles and Derek on the other hand, weren’t interested in each other, but you. They kept asking questions about each other to know where the other was in a relationship with you, and they’re tired of seeing each other when they ask you out on a date.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - Okay, so I totally fucked up the ages. You and Stiles are 19 in your senior year, Derek is 22. || cursing || Stiles’ class A sarcasm || Derek’s werewolf abilities || ovulating || violence || third wheeling || slightly awkward situations || kissing || making out || multiple different oral partners idek they like to kiss you || mentions of fanfic || reader uses birth control || will probably turn into a series/universe thing ||

Stiles was completely fucking tired of you. If he wasn’t in love with you, he would push you off a cliff and then act as your savior so you would like him, romantically at least. You liked Stiles, matter of fact, you often said you loved him, ‘as a best friend.’ Who the fuck says that?

“Still getting friendzoned?” Scott asks as he sits down in front of him, the seat next to him reserved for you.

“I swear, if I wasn’t so in love with her, I would kill her.”

“Kill who?” Your voice made Stiles jump as you went around him, gently pushing your hips forward into his back to get him to scoot up.

The small gesture had Stiles shivering, quickly scooting up his stool as you softly pat his shoulder. “No one.”

You giggle. “I got caught up at lunch.”

Stiles’ nose scrunched. “I was just with you at lunch.”

You shake your head, patting his cheek. “I was on a phone call, babe.”

“With who?” Scott asks as you snort.

“With Derek, phone call police,” you say with another small giggle. “He was seeing if I had any plans Friday night.”

“That’s our movie night,” Stiles said immediately, hoping you weren’t coming to tell him that you blew him off for Derek fucking Hale. “Y/N, I swear-”

“I told him we were having a movie night,” you say, putting your bag on the ground as you leaned on his shoulder. “But I told him he should swing by because we’re watching Disney movies this week.”

The topic of Disney movies quickly flew over his head, you always wanted to watch Disney movies when it was your turn to pick. “You what?!”

His voice was loud making everyone turn to you, the bell ringing signifying the start of class. You slapped his thigh, a soft yelp leaving his lips. “Calm down,” you whisper, the smile on your face falling. “I thought you’d be happy about it.”

He curses, hand slipping into yours. He definitely wasn’t going to be the cause of you being sad. “No, no I am,” he was lying, he was definitely lying. “I am. Just… tell him to bring some snacks. I know how much you love those little stupid things.”

You giggle, squeezing his hand. “I will! Do you want anything?”

He shook his head. “I’ll raid your cabinet.”

You nodded, squeezing his hand before slipping your own out of his and pulling out your phone. Your fingers moved quickly as you typed, Scott snorting back a laugh before Stiles kicked his chair as hard as he could.

Scott looks back, glaring playfully as Stiles does one of those signature innocent smiles that made him look possessed.

“Okay! Done, he’ll be there around eight.”

Stiles looks over at you, the same grin on his face. “Yay.”

You slipped your hand into his, squeezing. “Don’t get too excited,” you say, smiling slightly. “I can tell him it’s not a good time? If you want?”

He sighed. As much as he wanted you to do just that, or yell it at the top of his lungs right in front of him, he shook his head. “No, it’s okay. Promise.”

You giggled, squeezing his hand again. “It’s going to be awesome.”

You stayed in class a few minutes after to collect your stuff, Scott quickly slipping in. “Hey Y/N.”

“Hey Scott! What’s up?” You ask, pushing your laptop into your bag as he looks back, signing.

“I just… got a quick question.”

You paused. “Okay.”

He sighs, tugging on his backpack string. “Well, I was wondering like… why do you always get Derek and Sti together?”

You pause, gasping. You knew something Scott didn’t about his best friend, and that was something you took pride in. “Come here,” you whisper, tugging him closer. “When we first started hanging out, Sti kept asking questions about Derek, like, ‘Is Derek going to be there?’ or ‘You hung out with Derek?’” You giggled. “And Derek was asking the same things! So… they like each other!”

Scott’s jaw drops as you clap your hands softly at your small (though false) victory. “And this Friday, I told Derek to bring his favorite snacks! Then I’m going to leave them alone for a while, hoping something will happen between them.”

Scott grins. “You’re a genius, Y/N.”

You giggled. “I know.”

You take his offered hand as you both walk out, Stiles scrolling on his phone as you walk over. “Stiles! Come on, you’re driving me home!”

He groaned playfully. “I hope you know I’m tired of being your chauffeur.”

You giggled. “No you’re not. You love it.”

It didn’t take him long to get to your house, cursing when he saw Derek’s black Camaro pulled into your driveway. Your parents were out of town as always, and he wasn’t in his car which probably meant that he used the spare key you had given to him, Stiles, and Scott - just in case.

“Oh! Derek’s here! Do you want to come in?” You asked Stiles who immediately nodded his head.

“Fuck yeah I do,” he said before Scott caught his shoulder from the back seat.

“We’ll go inside in a second, Y/N,” the other boy says, smiling. “Promise.”

“Oh, okay!” You giggled as you jumped out of the Jeep, grabbing your lunchbox and backpack. “See you inside!”

You slammed the door shut, running off to your front door and quickly walking in.

“I swear, I want to shove fucking-”

“She thinks you’re in love with each other.”

Stiles pauses, looking at his friend through the rearview mirror. “What?”

Scott starts to laugh. “She thinks you’re in love with Derek! And him with you!”

Stiles takes the keys out of the ignition, shaking his head.

“Fuck no.”

He could hear Scott howling out fits of laughter from the Jeep, quickly walking inside to see you putting flowers into a vase. “Oh! Stiles, look at the flowers Derek got me! They’re my favorite.”

Stiles sends you a tight lipped smile. “I know,” he says through gritted teeth, looking at Derek who put the cut ends of the flowers into a t-shirt bag to throw them away. “Y/N, you mind if I talk to Derek? Alone?”

He could see you start to smile as you fixed the bow around the vase, nodding. “Mhm!” You all but skipped out of the room, yelling as you went up the stairs. “Gonna change!”

Stiles doesn’t speak until he hears your door close, Derek closing his eyes. He could hear you slipping off your shirt, unclasping your bra, opening your drawer to get a new shirt. Fuck, he could just imagine it, your pretty fingers-

“Stop being a perv and listening to her change, Derek,” Stiles scolds, crossing his arms. “We need to talk.”

He snorts out a laugh. “Why are you here, Stiles?”

“To kill you.” He says it with a straight face making Derek pause, Stiles doing frantic movements with his hands. “What do you expect me to do, huh?! I drop her off every day!”

Derek ignores him. “What days do you have practice?”

“Most days, today we just got lucky,” Stiles crosses his arms as he watches Derek move the vase of flowers to the center of the island. “Why?”

“So I can pick her up. Why make her wait hours to come home?”

Stiles shakes his head, quickly going around the table. “No! No you’re not, I drop her off, I’m her chauffeur!”

Derek laughs. “Hate to break it to you kid, so am I.”

“She’s my passenger princess!” Stiles says quickly, shaking his head. “That’s not the point though!”

Derek ignores him, again. “Is that what they call them now?”

“Listen to me! She thinks we like each other!”

He paused. “What?”

Stiles nods. “That’s what I said!”

The older man starts to laugh, shaking his head. “No. No, what would make her think that?”

Stiles scoffs. “Well everyone says I can’t be gay, so I don’t even know! Anyways, we need to talk to her-”

“You’re not even my type.”

The younger male glared. “Yeah well, just because you’re a perfect specimen doesn’t mean you’re mine, asshat. You’d be lucky to get a piece of me.”

“Boys, why are you arguing?” You come down the stairs, giggling as you fix your shirt.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve seen you in lounge clothes, but this time it was different. You wore shorts that went down to your knees, basketball shorts specifically, with an oversized hand t-shirt you were in love with. Your hair was down, making pretty halos around your face as you walked over to them.

There was something different, though, Stiles could feel it and Derek could smell it. You open the fridge, taking out your favorite drink before opening it and taking a big gulp. “Fuck, I was thirsty.”

“Hey, honey, can we talk?” Derek decides to test the nickname, determining he truly didn’t like it.

The term of endearment makes Stiles’ nose scrunch. “Honey? Really? That’s the best you can come up with?”

“I was trying it out!”

“Well why is she honey? Why can’t I be honey? Of course honey doesn’t fit her!”

You start laughing, making them both pause as you sit on the stool. “Y’all are so cute.”

They both freeze, staring at you as you take another sip of your drink. “What?”

“What? You guys should go get something to eat, y’know?” You suggest making Stiles gag loudly.

“I’m going to throw up.”

“Would you stop?” Derek says in annoyance, Stiles flipping him off.

“I hope you know if I was gay you’d be my last choice.”

The older man crossed his arms. “You wouldn’t be first on my list either.”

Stiles makes a noise of victory. “Hah! I’d still be on your list though!”

“You are literally one of the only guys I know, everyone else is dead.”

Stiles flips him off with both hands. “Still on your list!”

“What do you mean, ‘if you were gay’?”

Derek sighs. “Darling-”

“Ew! That sounds even worse!” Stiles says immediately. “It’s like you calling your girlfriend who’s thirty years younger than you who only wants you for your money.”

Derek’s face looks slightly offended. “I actually kind of liked it.”

The younger male shakes his head. “You don’t seem like the person to use terms like that. Just use normal ones.”

“What's going on?” You finally asked, both of them looking at you.

“Babe-”

“Too overused.”

“Fucking hell, shut up, Stiles!”

Stiles mocked him softly, mumbling under his breath as he turned to you. “Okay, love-”

“You’re British now?”

“Bunny?”

“That’s just weird.”

Stiles scoffs. “She actually likes it.”

“What is going on?” Your voice raises as you set down your drink. “Like, seriously.”

“We’re not gay, bumblebee,” Derek says, smiling. “I like that one.”

You paused, eyes trailing over both of them. “You aren’t?”

“Hell no,” Stiles says before pausing. “Not for him at least. Other people, maybe, but definitely not for him.”

Derek snorts. “You wish.”

“Wait… so,” you pause, looking at the two of them. “I know why Stiles is, but Derek, why are you always around me then? And why do you always ask me questions about each other?”

Your best friend pauses. “Wait, what do you think you know about me?”

“Well we’re best friends,” you say, eyes narrowing slightly. “But I feel like I’m wrong now.”

Derek snorts. “You always get friendzoned like this?”

He nods, mocking him. “You always get friendzoned like this- bitch, you’re getting friendzoned too!”

He glared. “No I’m not!”

You stand. “If you both don’t say something right now!”

Both inhale before exhaling, staring at you. “I’m in love with you.”

Your jaw dropped. You could comprehend witches and demons and fucking werewolves for fucks sake, but two men being in love with you? Two extremely attractive men?

Stiles pauses. “Y’know what, I’ve known her longer, so fuck off!” 

Derek snorts. “You’ve been friendzoned for half of those years, kid, you fuck off.”

“Shut up, I need to think,” you say, rubbing your temples before looking up. “You’re in love with me? Both of you?”

“He just met you like three years ago,” Stiles interrupts. “One of them he was in love with you illegally. I’ve known you my entire life, I’ve never loved you illegally.”

Derek scoffed, crossing his arms. “We’re literally three years apart, Stiles.”

“Ah! Still years! She was sixteen, you were nineteen!”

“I wasn’t in love with her then, idiot!”

“Boys,” you say sternly, both of them quieting as you look at them. “Why?”

They pause. “Why what?”

Oh they were speaking in unison way too much today.

“Why do you… why are you guys in love with me?” You jump off the stool, gasping. “You’re cursed! Oh my goodness, you’re cursed! I’m going to go get Scott-”

“We’re not cursed, lovely,” Stiles said before his nose scrunched. “We’re not cursed, baby.”

Derek glared. “Didn’t you say I couldn’t use babe?”

“Well I am going to use babe and baby because we’re the same age and it’s not creepy when I do it.” Stiles stuck his tongue out at Derek making you giggle.

“Okay… if you’re not cursed, why are you both saying you’re in love with me?”

Derek looks at Stiles. “Because we are.”

You paused, but nodded your head. “You… you are?”

“Why is it so hard for you to believe it, angel?” Stiles tests it out before smiling. “Yeah. Yeah, I like that one.”

Derek nods slightly. “Yeah, that’s a good one.”

“Okay, maybe I see it,” you conclude, finally nodding slightly. “Well, why did you never tell me?”

“Because you thought we were in love with each other.”

Again with the unison.

You nodded slightly again. “Right, right. Okay, uhm… well, where do we go from here?”

Stiles and Derek pause. “What?”

Again with the unison, what the fuck was up with them?

You nod again. “Where do we go from here? I want… I want to know what you both think.”

Derek looks over at Stiles. “Well… you can choose one of us.”

You shake your head immediately. “I don’t want to choose one of you, I want both of you.”

Stiles pauses. “What?”

“You can grasp your head around witches and werewolves but not polygamy, Stiles? Really?” You asked, making him shake his head.

“You want to… be in a poly? With us?”

Derek inhaled deeply, rubbing his face. “You want me… to like him too?”

“No, that’s polyamory,” Stiles explains. “Polygamy is the act of having more than one partner.”

“It’s called a V-Poly,” you explain, both men staring at you. “I read a lot of fanfic, okay?”

“So you want to be Eiffel towered?”

Your cheeks turned red at Stiles’ words. “Why would you say that?!”

“You do though, don’t you! Come on, angel, you can tell us.”

“What the fuck is Eiffel towered?” Derek asks, clueless as Stiles grins.

“You want to explain it or me?”

You hide your cheeks. “Stop it! Stop! Right now! And no, I would rather get raw-dogged sitting on someone’s lap while the other takes me from behind because why the fuck would you put your hands together? Like that’s so weird!”

Derek’s eyes widened. “Oh, so we’re talking about sex.”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “Yeah, we’re talking about sex!”

You clap your hands, gaining both of their attention. “We… we’re going to have a date, okay? All together, we’re going to have a date.”

Stiles and Derek make a face. “Together?”

You nodded. “Yes. Together. We’re having a movie night, right now.”

Stiles looks over at Derek as you go to the cupboard, opening it up to get some bags of microwavable popcorn. Derek moved the flowers, resulting in Stiles going to the fridge to get some drinks before coming behind you. “Hey, I’m gonna go to your secret stash, alright?”

You nodded. “Get me some watermelon Sour Patch.”

Stiles nods, quickly going up the stairs after staring down Derek. Derek just snorts as he walks over to you, helping you unwrap the bags before sniffing softly. The smell was sickeningly sweet, it made his mouth go dry. “Did you get a new perfume?”

You pause, but then shake your head. “I mean, I did a while ago. It was too musky for my taste, so I returned it.”

“So nothing sweet?”

You shake your head. “No, I wore a fruity perfume today. Why?”

He shakes his head, dismissing it. “Just smelt something sweet,” he explains, rubbing at his wrist to find the pulse point and calm himself down. “You smell extremely sweet.”

You gasped loudly, covering your mouth. “Derek!”

He jumps back, his too pretty of a face turning shocked. “What?!”

“You’re doing the fanfic thing!” You gasped, staring at him. “I’m ovulating.”

His eyes widened, Stiles already tripping down the stairs, candy falling from his grip. “What happened?!”

“Derek’s doing the fanfic thing!” You say, gasping loudly. “Holy shit, do you knot?!”

“Do I what?!” Derek shrieked. He knew what that was.

“Holy shit, do you knot?” Stiles gasps, quickly running to the kitchen. “If he knots, that is so unfair! That gives him like, an extra three inches!”

“I don’t knot, oh my god, what is wrong with you?!” He yelled at Stiles who raised a brow.

“You sure you don’t knot?”

“Well I’ve never tried!”

You put your hands out. “If you can knot, we’re trying that as soon as possible. I’m on birth control so it works out.”

Stiles gapes at you. “That is so not fair!”

“It’s not, but you can put that mouth to something better than talking shit,” you say, giggling as you walk over to them both and pull one of their hands to each side of your hips. “You guys are okay with this, right?”

Stiles couldn’t help but smile as he pulled you closer, leaning down to brush his nose against yours. “I am, babe. I just want you.”

You couldn’t help but smile until Derek quickly grabs your chin, strong fingers delicately pulling your face to look at him. “Me too, bumblebee.”

You giggled at the nickname as he leaned down, humming softly as he pulled you in for a soft kiss. Stiles groans in annoyance making you pull back slightly, quickly leaning forward to pull your lips to his instead. “We should skip movie night.”

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creep .1

* in which you’re dragged to a frat party and spend most of it lingering in the corner, that is until a certain auburn-haired girl with unusually sharp canines appears next you and turns your night into something much more interesting.

* loserish!reader, vamp!ellie 😫, hemophilia if you squint, creepy ellie…duh, depictions of a singular graphic scene at the end, kissing, biting, heavy petting. that’s pretty much it lmk if I missed anything..nsfw in future chapter(s)

* this is one of the only things I’ve written recently that I’ve enjoyed writing and found decent so I hope u enjoy it, I’m glad I got this out before Halloween too, I’ve had vamp!ellie rattling around in my head a for a while, yk, fellow writers..I’d love to see..werewolf!abby..haha jk jk, unless 🫣..

*mdni

wc ~ 1k

pt 2. coming soon

“God, ★ can you go dance? It’s a fucking party loosen up!”

You held your red solo cup up to your “friend” and gave her an awkward smile. “I’m good over here!”

She sighed and rolled her eyes before slipping back into the sweaty crowd.

This was the most uncomfortable you’ve ever felt in your life.

It was a Saturday night; the chilly air, crunchy leaves, and overall mood of the season had deluded you into wanting to go out and socialize, so for the first time in a long time you agreed to attend a frat party with a “friend” you’d met in one of your classes.

It took you almost an hour to get ready, and as you reapplied your eyeliner for the fifth time you hoped that the saying “when you look good, you feel good” was true and you didn’t spend 20 minutes picking your outfit in vain.

Once you were ready, your “friend” picked you up from your dorm and the two of you walked over to the party, she was already a little tipsy from pre-gaming in her dorm with her roommate who was going to some other party so you had to make sure she didn’t stumble onto her face more than once.

The makeshift bouncer, a senior named Grey, or Grug or something gave you a once-over before looking at your friend who had to clarify you were with her, which definitely didn’t deflate your confidence.

Before you were even in the crowded, humid house, you knew you weren’t going to enjoy yourself, you never really did at parties if you were being honest, but you didn’t think your “friend” would ditch you to go grind her ass on some random chads and brads, yet here you were, nursing a cherry seltzer, and there she was, shaking ass.

Yay, college!

You were about to take another sip from your cup when a presence suddenly appeared beside you that made you jump out of your skin and caused your drink to slosh onto the already sticky floor.

“Shit! What the fuck?” You asked, looking up at the figure who seemingly appeared out of thin air.

“Fuck! Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, you just looked bored.” She replied, her voice was gravelly and her eyes, the colour of jade. Her auburn hair was cut short and freckles were scattered across her face. Safe to say she was hot. “I can go get you another drink?”

You waved it off, “It’s fine, it wasn’t that good anyways. Plus I should probably pay more attention to my surroundings, even if I am bored.”

She hummed out a sound of understanding, “Not your scene?”

You shrugged, “Not really,” you eyed her outfit, blue jeans with a green flannel and a brown leather jacket, converse. “Doesn’t seem like yours either.”

“Really? Cause I like just made out with Bryson in the storage closet, it was suuuupper hot.” She said, pointing a ringed finger to a blond dude clad in a football jersey who was currently shoving his tongue down a blonde girl's throat.

You allowed yourself a small smile, hot and funny? Yikes.

“Pretty sure his name is Brickson, but close enough.”

“What the fuck kind of name is Brickson?” She laughed, “Did a brick fall on his head after he was born or some shit?”

You shrugged before smiling, fully, “Judging by how flat the top of his looks? Probably.”

She snorted at this and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride, you made this hot, funny, cool girl laugh, you!

“Hey, so don’t freak out but that guy’s been staring at you for the past 10 minutes.” She said, flicking her head in the direction of said guy.

You turned your head to look at him, he wasn’t..unattractive. He was muscular and had on a sports jersey that seemed to small for his build, his hair was cut into a messy mullet and when he met your gaze he…winked.

You cringed and looked back at the cool girl, “I hope he doesn’t think anything’s gonna happen, he’s not really my type.”

She gave you a knowing smile before asking, “And what exactly is your type?”

You shrugged, “Preferably someone with boobs.”

She sighed, “Can’t relate, I love penis.”

You gave her a pointed look and she laughed, “What? Not believable?”

You rolled your eyes, “Not in the slight—“ your eyes widened as they looked past her shoulder. “Shit, he’s walking over here.”

“Wanna do something crazy then?” She asked quickly, her jade eyes meeting yours and you found yourself nodding before she even finished her sentence. Hell, you’d bark if she asked you to. “Just follow my lead.”

Her large hand wrapped around your waist while her other found purchase on your neck, before you could think her lips were on yours. Slightly chapped but soft and enticing, kissing her was easy and you felt like you could do it forever.

Her skin was so cold you could feel it through your clothes. Your mind was completely encapsulated by her presence and just as you were starting to get used to it, she pulled away.

You thought whatever moment the two of you shared was over but you were wrong. Her lips trailed along your jaw, and her grip on your waist tightened. The hand that had been holding your neck was now on your hip, caressing back and forth with tenderness that had your thighs clenching, wanting more.

Each kiss felt like a snowflake melting into your skin until she was down to your neck. She kissed and nibbled on it before pausing.

“What’s wr—Ow! What the hell? Did you just–bite me?”

She chuckled after pulling away, “Never gotten a hickey before?”

You went quiet, because, well you haven’t but you’re sure it didn’t result in genuine blood trickling out of one’s body.

You traced your fingers over the mark and winced, it was most definitely going to leave a scar. She must’ve seen the discontentment on your face because she spoke up.

“Don’t worry, it’ll heal up quickly, you won’t even notice there was something there by tomorrow.” Her eyes clung to drops of blood dribbling down your neck.

You scoffed, “Let me guess, you’ve done this before?”

“Kind of.” She shrugged after what looked like reluctantly peeling her eyes away from your neck. “That guy’s gone though, must’ve scared him off.”

You smiled at her, “Must’ve been my presence, I can be pretty intimidating.”

She laughed loudly at this and you felt your confidence inflate once again. So much so, that the idea of asking for her number even popped into your head. But it was overtaken by more rational thoughts,

What if she thought you were weird? That you were moving to quick? Or what if she was just looking for someone to take home tonight, which you wouldn’t be opposed to but—

“Hey.” She snapped her fingers in front of your face.

“Sorry, what’d you say?” You asked sheepishly, you can’t believe you spaced out in front of her, you could’ve sworn she was hypnotizing you with her laugh or something.

“You do need to pay more attention to your surroundings,” She said, giving you a small smile, “Never know what kind of creeps are lurking around at these parties.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m sure I can hold my own against a Chad or a Brittney.”

“I’m sure you could but—“ The music that had previously been wafting through the room turned up abruptly and you’d missed the last part of what she said.

“What?!” You shouted, putting your hand up to cup your ear.

She chuckled softly and leaned down so her lips were practically grazing the shell of your ear, the smell of mint, whiskey, and something metallic filled your senses.

When she spoke, a shiver racked through your body, “But if it was someone a little smarter? More discreet? If they snuck up beside you and covered your mouth? Or slipped something in your drink? Pulled you away? Would anybody notice, would anybody care?”

You pushed her away, her cool, easy going demeanor suddenly shifting into something eerie and uncomfortable. Her jade eyes gazed at you curiously as a blood-curdling shriek ripped through the house.

She jutted her thumb over her shoulder, “That’s my cue. See you around, ★.” She said, giving you a genuine smile, and it was just now you finally noticed her unusually sharp canines.

You gazed down at your drink as others pushed and shoved around, scrambling to get out of the house, away from all the horror.

And as you pulled a small scrap of paper out of your empty cup, 10 numbers and a name scrawled across it in red ink; you finally looked up to see your friend's lifeless body sprawled across the living room floor, her limbs bent in odd angles.

Yay, college!

#ellie au #ellie fic #ellie smut #ellie angst #ellie fluff #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #vampire!ellie #loser!reader #jennifersbodyesque? #tlou fanfiction

[the-daydream-queen]

Peter Hale: Sore Comfort

*Female reader has cramps and Peter offers some comfort.

*Please no taking my writing as your own, happy reading!

- “Yay, you’re back!” You exclaim from your bed.

- His cold heart kept getting warmer when you’d say things like that.

- “The pack say hello and are very sad that they missed you,” he says.

- He joins you under the covers. You waste no time snuggling him, then get hit with a cramp and change positions trying to find a comfortable way to lay on him.

- “What’s wrong,” he asks after you release a groan.

- “Cramps being a bitch, I’m okay,” you offer.

- He placed a gentle hand below your belly button, trying to take the pain.

- You nuzzle closer into his neck, your nose tickling him.

- “Is that better?” He asks.

- “Yes, thank you,” you mumble against his skin. You roll on top of him a hand finding home in his hair.

- His arms tighten around your waist.

- “Am I smooshing you?” You ask lifting your head slightly.

- “Not at all, princess.”

- His eyes find yours, the warmth in them practically burning you, the tenderness making you melt.

- “What?” You ask.

- “I’m just staring at my pretty woman, enjoying the view,” he replies.

- You smile and look down.

- His hand strays from your waist to caress your face, gently guiding you to look at him. “I wasn’t done staring.”

- “Can I kiss you?” You ask softly.

- “You know you don’t have to ask,” he assures.

- You kiss him slightly shy even tho you’ve been dating for a few months, but when he deepens the kiss you don’t reject it.

- You peck him once more when you break apart.

- Your chin rests on his chest. “You wanna make some brownies?”

- He laughs. “Right now? It’s almost midnight.”

- “I know.” You press a kiss to his chest. “But I kinda want some.”

- “My princess gets what she wants,” he encourages.

- You get up and drag him off the bed to the kitchen.

- Not letting go of his hand you gather what you need and preheat the oven.

- “You’re touchy, tonight, you okay?” He asks.

- You drop his hand. “I’m sorry.”

- He captures your hand pulling you close against his body. “I’m not complaining about you being touchy.”

- You lean your head on his chest. “If I don’t feel good, I get like this; and you take really good care of me, it’s easier to let my guards down.”

- “I’ll always take care of you.” He presses a kiss to your forehead.

- The oven signaling that’s it preheated breaks the silence.

- He inserts the pan in the oven, setting a timer on his phone.

- You pull him to the living room sitting down, he sits next to you. It’s not close enough for you, you climb into his lap, basically straddling him and wrap your arms around his neck resting your head on his chest.

- He strokes the hair away from your face enjoying the soft and tender moment. He never thought he’d get a chance of something so domestic.

- Your heart beat began to calm and soon you were sleeping. He smiled to himself. The trust you had in him.

- You jolted awake at his phone going off.

- “Shit, I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

- “It’s okay,” you mumble combing your fingers through his hair. “Does that mean the brownies are done?”

- He glanced at his phone seeing Derek’s name on the caller I’d. “No, it’s Derek.”

- He answers the phone and listens then sighs.

- “What’s wrong?” You ask when he hangs up the phone.

- “On the bright side your brownies should be done. The downside is I have to go help catch a werewolf Derek accidentally let loose,” he explains.

- He doesn’t bother letting you move as he picks you and takes you to the kitchen placing you on the counter.

- “Save a few for me,” he says gesturing to the hot pan he placed on the oven turning it off.

- “I will,” you reply.

- He steps in front of you, your legs hook around him.

- “Can I come?”

- “Absolutely not,” he says. “I won’t let you get hurt for me and I’d be worried.”

- “I’ll be worried,” you counter.

- “I died once and look how that turned out.” He kisses you before you can argue.

- You release your hold on him.

- “I’ll be back,” he assures giving you another kiss.

- You watch him leave. You cut yourself a brownie and head back to bed.

- You don’t sleep too soundly.

- You feel the bed dip and Peter wraps an arm around your waist, shoving his nose into your neck.

- “Did you get ‘em?”

- You feel him nod.

#peter hale #teen wolf #peter hale x reader #fanfic #imagines #fem reader #peter hale x fem reader

[justonemorechapternicercy]

Hi friend! I saw you were taking halloween percico prompts and was hoping you'd write something with werewolf!Nico spending time with Percy. ♥

Yay! Thank you!!! 💕💕💕

"DON'T EAT THAT!" Percy shouted in alarm.

Nico froze, looking like a deer in a headlight, a piece of Kinder chocolate dangling from his mouth.

"That could kill you!" Percy explained, tearing the chocolate out of Nico's hand, throwing it away as if it was a dangerous bomb that needed to be neutralized. It took Nico a minute, but then he realized, and it took a lot of him to not groan.

"Percy," he sighed, resisting the urge to facepalm. "I'm a werewolf. Not a dog. Chocolate is not dangerous to me."

His boyfriend continued to stare at him with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows, not budging even the tiniest.

"You don't know that! It might still kill you!"

Nico sighed again, hugging his ridiculous boyfriend close. "I ate a lot of chocolate before! You know that. You've seen me stress eat chocolate all the time! You even baked me a chocolate cake for my birthday!"

Percy's lips trembled, "I did… oh my god, I made you chocolate cake. And chocolate chip cookies. And brownie! I could have killed you!"

"Babe. My love, my heart," Nico kissed the top of Percy's head. "You knowing that I'm a werewolf didn't change anything. I can eat everything I ate before, and chocolate doesn't hurt me, not even a bit. It doesn't upset my stomach, I don't get allergic reactions, nothing. Chocolate is safe for me."

Percy sighed, and relaxed in his arms. "Sorry for freaking out. I'm still new in… all of this, and I… I might have some nightmares about all the ways you could be hurt. I don't want you to be hurt." Nico could feel Percy's lips against his neck pouting, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. His boyfriend was ridiculous.

He was so precious to Nico.

"I adore you," he confessed, easily holding up Percy, coaxing him to wrap his legs around him. It was like carrying a feather-

A very nice, sexy, adorable, pretty and cute feather.

"Mmm," Percy purred, nuzzling his face into Nico's neck as if he was the canine. "Is this going to be a thing now? 'Cuz I think I could get used to being carried by my very handsome and very strong boyfriend."

"It could be," Nico replied in a smug tone. "I could carry you anywhere and everywhere you wanted," he said, putting Percy down on the couch. He wanted to snuggle with him until it was time to change-

And then snuggle with him a bit more.

"Can we watch a movie?" Percy asked, and Nico handed him the remote controller without a question. His boyfriend shifted so they could both face the TV more comfortably and opened the Disney+ account Poseidon paid for for all of his kids.

"Of course you'd want to watch a Disney movie," he chuckled. It quickly turned into a delighted smile when he saw which movie his boyfriend chose.

"Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems in a place perhaps you've seen in your dreams…" They both quoted the opening scene and sang the song with the characters. Watching Nightmare before Christmas while snuggling with his boyfriend who knew about the secret he hid for so long… Nico was finally truly happy.

It was around the middle of the movie, Jack just got back from Christmas' place, when Nico felt his world shift. It was not painful, nothing like in the movies; no cracking bones and painful howls, but it was disorienting. It was better when he was laying down, there wasn't much height difference then, but the times it took him by surprise when standing, the sudden change always left him dizzy and confused.

"Hi little guy," Percy cooed. Nico growled; it wasn't like he was that much smaller! He was a respectable sized young wolf, still a growing boy!

His boyfriend just laughed and pressed a loud smacking smooch on his snout. "I'm just teasing you, you big boy!" He grinned.

Nico huffed, then slowly, deliberately licked Percy across his face, who snorted, and pushed him away with an exaggerated disgusted face. "You menace!" He complained jokingly.

Nico wanted to say that pot called the kettle black, but he couldn't, so he just licked Percy again.

It was so much more fun to spend the full moon with his boyfriend than it was faking emergencies and business trips and other little lies to hide his condition. He was so blessed to have Percy Jackson in his life. He didn't care about Hades' opinion on his choices in boyfriends, nor his distain for Percy. Percy Jackson was a blessing, and not a curse his father always accused him to be.

"Going to make something… you want some… hm. Mac and cheese?"

Nico growled.

"That's a no, I guess. Okay, what about pizza? You like pizza!"

Another growl and a disgusted sniff. Nico couldn't talk, but it was okay. His boyfriend knew all his feelings about pizza that was not made from scratch. He loves pizza, sure- but not that American abomination with more crust than toppings.

"Burgers, maybe?"

Nico barked. Burger was good. Burger was great!

"Hamburger it is," Percy nodded, and soon their little apartment was smelling like cooked meat and barbecue sauce. When he was done, they settled back to the couch, watching another movie - Corpse Bride -, sharing pieces of hamburger. Percy sometimes teased him, making him chase his boyfriend's hand that offered but did not provide meal, like the evil menace he was, and when they finished the meal, they snuggled up against each other again.

Percy's soft voice sang Emily's song quietly. His tail wagged in his happiness, lazily thumping against Percy's thigh. Never feeling more content than that time, the werewolf let his eyelids drop, relaxing on top of his beloved human's body. One warm hand scratched his ear, and another petted his back, making him whine softly for more when they stopped. Feeling warm and comfortable, his boyfriend's breathing lulled him into deep sleep.

#percy jackson #nico di angelo #nicercy #percico #pjo #pjoverse #pjo ficlet #halloween prompts

[xluxsolarisx]

Air Traffic Controller <- new musics ^^👍

yay new musics!!! i am like a tiger that found a new meat pumpkin to roll around in my enclosure :3 anyway i only listened to a few of their top songs on spotify bc i'm lazy but i liked them more than i thought i would!!

i think this one is my favorite actually! i like the creepy vibe and the way the singer doesn't really stop or change the tempo except for the chorus, gives it like a droning rambling kind of losing it vibe, very nice ^^

god what a fucking mood. yeah i can relate to this one, i like the way it's sung very frantically and rushed in relation with the lyrics. you gotta slow down and appreciate what you got unless you wanna spend your life in search of something you'll never find :/

this one i really liked too!! i should listen to the full album sometime all the songs i've listened to so far are super good, hopefully it's a pattern c: this one makes me feel badass listening to it. like if i were a cool buff werewolf and honestly i'm into it >:3

aside from those three, i also listened to some other new music!!! also only three songs but c'est la vie

this one gives me paper idol vibes kinda, sweet :3 y'know i genuinely did not know this was about drugs until i got on genius to look at the lyric analysis. like i genuinely thought this was about either being a Cool Badass or like the general feeling a sugar high gave you. twelfth grade english teacher i'm so sorry....i don't deserve the a i got both semesters if this is how i'm using it 😔

i understand this is super super dark but have you considered: the vocals are very nice. i'm so obsessed with the singer's VOICE.... it reminds me of like a 50s and more ranged kate bush, very nice :) but not just that!!! the TONAL CONTROL, the TEMPO, the KEY SWITCHES....all genuinely genius. i wish there was more stuff from the band, the last album was in 2012 and i'm not sure if they're just on a long hiatus or broke up entirely but i hope it's the former, i really liked this song :(

i've been getting into will wood lately and i think his voice is so goofy and fun. i like how he distracts you with it and the trumpets but the lyrics are super deep and clever if you think about it. he does that for all his songs and i don't think i could pick a favorite out of his songs honestly. like if i HAD to i would choose memento mori i guess. MAYBE the vampire culture part of suburbia overture but only for the growling, i'm a sucker for when singers growl. especially when women do it but will wood gets a pass too. because i am an egalitarian. you're welcome.

thanks for the recommendation!! i had a lot of fun listening to new music, it was nice to branch out. i probably wouldn't have listened to air traffic controller if you didn't suggest it and i'm glad you did <3

#i've also been listening to a lot of that handsome devil! #i found them bc of charlie's inferno and worked my way to their older stuff. SUPER underrated band go check them out!!! they're super cool #MUSIC‼‼💯💯🔥🔥 #fortunes told (asks)

[rachelsfav-queer]

Someone close to Wednesday, like Bianca or maybe even Xavier seeing her in deep littlespace for the first time?

Hmm, there's a lot of possibilities here lol. I was asking for a Bianca meeting Baby!Baby Wednesday for the first time, but I might end up writing that myself sometime soon, I'm not sure

As for Xavier???? Ew

I'm not letting that elitist, self-loving, misogynistic, toxic prick near Little Wednesday, nevermind Wednesday in her deeper headspace... ew

If you want my honest thoughts on how that would go, I guess here we go

Xavier (like the fuckhead he is) decides he needs to talk to Wednesday, probably to stroke his own ego to her and tell her how great he is and how he's "The Perfect, Totally Nice Guy" and she should leave Yoko & Enid for him (ugh). So, he goes to her dorm (and like a complete and total douchebag) enters her room without knocking, exposing Wednesday sitting on her bed, paci in her mouth and a little bit of her diaper peeking out the top of her shorts, playing with a puzzle that Bianca had gifted her the other day.

Wednesday looks back and is frozen in place, fear running through her body at the sight of Xavier. (ugh, my poor baby, YOU DO NOT DESERVE THIS!!!) Xavier's surprised for a moment before turning his lip up in a sneer, "Ugh, I always knew you were a freak, but this is something else Wednesday."

Xavier's about to go on some self-righteous rant to the poor little raven when Enid fucking pounces, FULL WEREWOLF MODE, having just gotten back from grabbing some lunch from the cafeteria and well.....

Again, I don't want to get too graphic here so I'll just say that, much like Tyler, Xavier is over here.... over there.... and up there too.... and there are MANY parts that are missing....

Anyway! This was fun, genuinely! I'm always up for more Xavier/Percy bashing!!

OH!! And Wednesday gets extra dessert after dinner that night! YAY!!!

#anon ask #ask answered #vampravenwolf #baby wednesday #enid sinclair #yoko tanaka #bianca barclay #xavier thorpe 🤮

[justice-maul]

Happy late birthday to me (I forgot lol)

It was my birthday yesterday on may 6 and I forgot to post anything about it so… 😅 here’s a list of the requests I’m finishing up in order and the ones crossed off are finished and linked on my Masterlist! (I turned 19 yay!)

Jason Todd x Top Werewolf Male Reader Part 2

25. Tit Job/ Pec Job ft. Diavolo x Male Reader

Killmonger NSFW headcanons

Peter Parker x Avenger Male Reader

Tony Stark x Dom Male Reader

Kurt Wagner x Dom Reader headcannons

I love you all and have a good time! I’ll get these done for y’all and thank you for over 400 followers!

#answered asks #answered #male reader #marvel x reader #marvel smut #mcu smut #dom male reader #dom reader #male reader insert #dom!reader #top reader #top male reader #dc x reader #dc smut #happy birthday #happy late birthday to me #happy late birthday #late birthday

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 18

Gif Caption: Top Gif: Jack Russell from Marvel's Werewolf by Night. Bottom Gif: Steve Harrington from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: female | 18-19

A/n's: okay this one turned out good. I think atleast I hope you think the same

Warnings: violence, reader gets shot, mentions of drugs (bc Robin and steve got drugged that one episode),stuffs about to get real

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"Okay okay wait." Y/n told Robin, "you wanna, not only stay in here overnight, but you also want to put this...child-"

"What's with the pause!?"

"I've seen many things, and a child does not manipulate two grown adults that easy!" Y/n argued. "So you wanna put this child in danger-"

"This child has a name!-"

Y/n sighed, "And what is it?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"You little-"

"okay! Okay!" Dustin stopped the two.

You were officially in crazy town, cookoo land, family chasing you, lost from Loki, Peter, and the others, your friends wanting to fight Russians, and you mean while are having the biggest mental breakdown of your life.

You just wanna scream.

But you get roped into their shenanigans either way.

So, you with them wait for nightfall, you staying with Erica to help and get her into the vent in the first place.

Afterward, you look for anything that could be a weapon, a knife hopefully, but it is an ice cream shop, and find nothing useful.

You're soon to join the trio on the roof.

"God I wish that magic dumbass the Corinthian was here," Y/n argued.

"Who?" Dustin asked.

"The Corinthian, he casually threatened me and Steve for ice cream," Y/n argued.

"What?" Steve asked.

"The white-haired dude? Wore glasses?"

"Y/n you were knocked out the whole time in the back almost, I don't know who you're talking about I tried to wake you up, you had a bad bloody nose, then Robin came in and you were up like nothing."

"The conversation about Nancy?" Y/n asked, he shrugged at her confused.

"Not with me, Last actual conversation we had was how Venom showed up at your house-"

"Venoms here!?" Dustin asked happily.

"Guys!" Robin argued, "Kinda, busy here!"

"Sorry." The three apologized.

You all were quiet, waiting from any word back from Erica.

Soon she was walking out unharmed, causing Steve to sigh in relief,

"Asshole child!"

"Punisher Wannabee!"

Fuck she got you with that one.

You all were quick to make it off the roof, you sliding down by the pipe on the side of the building and the others taking the stairs like normies

When you all made it in it was just a whole bunch of Chinese food boxes.

"Well shit, time to deal with a bigger problem," Y/n spoke.

"Wait! we gotta open one." Dustin protested, Steve, took out a pocket knife.

"Fine," Y/n spoke, holding her hand out for the knife, "I'll open it, remember Hydra fighter?"

"Let the Punisher Wannabe open it-"

"How bout you open it, Sinclair?"

"I'm a child hell no."

Y/n rolled her eyes, Steve looked at her, "Come on,"

He gave it to her, and she opened it without a care in the world, "Fuck come on..."

Turns out? Russians are in Hawkins, yay.

You opened the container, to find smaller ones inside.

"Woah, step back," Steve told the group, Robin and Erica were quick to take a step back.

"You too dude," Steve told Dustin.

"What!? no!"

"Come on-"

"no-"

"Yep, that's Hydra alright..." Y/n spoke already and had pulled a container out of the box, the signature symbol plastered on the underside of the bottle, "Bastards...Gotta say though, they're losing their shit on the packaging, come on man, step it up."

"Y/n!"

"What!? I'm being honest!" Y/n argued, "At least Stark has better packaging!"

"Tony Stark!?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah, Tony Stark-"

The room suddenly rattled.

"We're fucked." Y/n spoke up.

"What? Dustin, open the door." Steve ordered as Dustin turned to press the button.

"It's not working."

"What do you mean it's not-"

Meanwhile, Y/n was taking a seat in a free corner where no boxes sat the group started to argue.

"Just press the button!" Steve argued pressing a button causing a large door to close.

"We're in an elevator!" Y/n called, "And we're going down!"

It was indeed you all were going down, you sat on the floor already knowing something like this would happen, come on its hydra.

So while everyone was screaming their heads off, you were just waiting for it to stop.

It was a hard and sudden stop and even made you slip from your seat a little.

"Okay. Hydra you got my respect back." Y/n sighed standing up, "kinda atleast."

She went to help Robin and Dustin up, seeing Steve was barried under boxes, helping them off him and him up he brushed himself off.

"Thanks-"

You were already walking away to help the next person to there feet

And they're arguing again while your clipping the canister to your belt.

"I dont care about Tina! Or Uncle Jacks Party!-"

"Move-"

"What-"

"Move!"

Y/n pushed Steve out the way and climbed up on the table, she had found and opening in the ceiling of the elevator.

"Anyone comin?" She called out getting to the top.

"I am." Dustin spoke following her as she held an arm out for him, he grabbing it as she lifted him up with ease, "woah-"

She stood up, looking up.

"Anything up there?" Steve asked.

"Nope." Dustin spoke.

"Lots and lots of climbing..." y/n sighed, "and Im sure I couldnt even climb that...fuck..."

She took a seat with a sigh, watching Dustin start to pace for an idea.

"My walkie!" He beemed, taking it from his bag and bringing it up.

For the next, god knows how long he tried working at it, calling for help as Y/n sat against the wall ontop the elevator.

"Dustin. Please." Y/n spoke rubbing her head, "its not gonna work."

"What happened to you?" He argued.

"What?" Y/n asked confused at his anger.

"You! You use to be so! Lets save the world-"

"Dustin! This isnt the world to me!" Y/n defended, "this is day to day life!"

He looked at her with a given up look: "look...come here."

He sat besides her, "Im going crazy." Y/n told him.

"Your fighting russians and demodogs-"

"No. No." Y/n responded.

"Im going truly crazy." Y/n responded, "something. Something in my head...Im seeing things that arent there. Im mistakening dreams with reality-"

"You're getting a super power!?" Dustin asked.

Y/n sighing, "yeah. Maybe thats it."

"Thats a good thing!" Dustin cheered, "look at the stuff you do now! Imagine after super powers!"

"Super Powers? Some one blasting us out of here?" Steve spoke climbing up.

"Im better off stuck down here then up there at this point." Y/n responded, "Its almost day and Im still completely unknown of whats happening to my friends..."

"What happens if the Russians-"

"Dustin. I. Its not Russians." Y/n told Steve walking to the corner of the elevator, "trust me-"

"What are you doing?" Dustin asked Steve.

"What do you think Im doing Im taking a leak." Steve spoke undoing his pants turning his head to see the two looking.

"Well!? Look away! Look away!"

"Jesus! Okay! Okay!" Dustin told turning around.

"Nothing I havent seen before." Y/n shrugged.

"Ew!" Dustin gagged as Y/n looked towards Dustin.

"I thought you two werent a thing anymore!" He argued.

"We're not." Y/n told, "I cant handle love."

"I am right here." Steve argued.

"Good. Wont have to repeat myself later when we have a moment." Y/n defended as Steve put himself back together.

"Hey!" Robin called head popping up, "we got company!"

Y/n looked at the two boys, "Come on! Get up here!"

Y/n quickly helped the two girls up, just in time too as the door slid open.

You were all quiet, hearing people moving in the bottom.

"Hydra?" Dusti whispered as Y/n brought a finger to her lips, listening to the conversation

By the sound of it they were just workers. But knowing Hydra they were most likely armed with pistols and it'd be hard keeping four bodies from bullets

So the best option was to wait for the right momment.

It was Steve's quick thinking that got you out the elevator to begin with, using the hydra container to stop the door from closing as everyone quickly slid through the crack.

You pulling Steve by his feet before he could get crushed to death.

Now you had a shit ton of walking to do.

Like a shit load.

You stayed infront of the group, armed at the ready with Steve's small pocket knife.

"Would you look at you."

"You're back."

"It is your head."

Y/n looked towards the side, the man dressed prestine and clean.

"Your outfit sucks by the way."

"Yeah. Not really into the pretty boy style either." Y/n told the Corinthian, "Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" He asked, "after all you figured me out a hell of a lot quicker than I could even imagine."

"Im here because these dumbasses are gonna get killed without me."

"Yeah but you have bigger things to do."

"Shame." Y/n rolled her eyes, walking down the long hall, "whats happening? To me?"

"Hell if I know." He responded, "my guess would be your walking between two walls."

"Walking?" Y/n asked.

"You're asleep, but not." He explained.

"Day dreaming?" Y/n asked, "Multiverse jumping?"

"No." He spoke, "walking is all, You're good at it. You know. Despite the"

"-Bloody nose." Steve spoke up the Corinthian gone.

"What?" Y/n asked.

"You have a bloody nose." Steve told her, "again."

Y/n felt at her nose, "sorry."

"Thats the what? Third one?" He asked, "you gonna be okay?"

Y/n nodded wipping her nose on the back of her hand, "yeah fine."

He watched her walk ahead again.

"Hey!" She stopped them, they coming to a crossroads, "come on keep quiet. Follow me. There's people up ahead."

You were quick to guide them behind some type of cover from Hydra soilders.

You quickly hurried them along, and even had to pull them behind cover when they stood there out in the open like idiots amazed.

"To the coms room." Erica spoke poitning it out.

"Comns room???" Y/n asked.

"Yeah. While you were busy day dreaming we got a radio signal a hole."

"I should feed you to the Hulk you know." Y/n argued.

"What makes you say its a comns room?" Steve argued.

"Lots of lights and control shit."

"That could be hudnreds of diffrent things."Dustin argued.

"Shes not far off." Y/n told Dustin, "just stay ontop me."

They nodded, following her close behind.

It was easy to get them to the comns room, You ushering them all inside as they quickly did as told.

Just to be face with a Hydra soilder.

"Ah fuck." Y/n mummbled as the guy looked straight at her, he knew who she was immediately .

That was before Steve yelled and rushed at him surprising the group.

"You did it!" Dustin shouted at Steve, "you won a fight!"

"Seriously? Never won a fight?" Y/n asked.

"We're not all super ripped like you." Steve panted brushing his fingers through his hair.

You looted the guy for his pistol and gun, while Dustin picked up his key card.

But as always there was more arguing, they argue alot.

Did you argue this much?

Yeah most likely.

"Hey!" Robin called, "your gonna wanna see this."

Y/n quickly climbed the stairs joining Robin, "Fucking Hydra...little assholes..."

"Holy shit..." Dustin spoke.

You were all looking at a machine, ripping into a portal, a familiar portal, the Upside Down

"I...I swear. If I fucking get my hands on Zeemo."

"Zeemo?" Dustin asked.

"He made Bucky Barnes the Winter soilder. And I have a feeling Zeemo did this bull shit too."

Y/n rushed back down the stairs to see the man Steve once beat the shit out of gone.

Rushing to the door she opened it seeing Everyone looking her way.

"Avenger!" They shouted, Y/n lifting the pistol up before letting out a few rounds and slamming the door shut.

"Run!" She shouted.

"What?!"

"I said run!" Y/n shouted opening the door allowing them to go through, "Do it freely OR I'LL DO IT AT GUN POINT!"

"Avenger!" Soilder shouted behind them, "Get her!"

Y/n turned around firing at the soilders but the magazine was empty.

"What!? Already!? Oh come on!" Y/n shouted rushing down after the group.

She jumped the railing following the group close in tail, ramming into one of the soilders with a better gun.

"Thats mine now!" Y/n shouted hitting it across the second soilders face causung him to go down.

She turned around shooting at the soilders rushing at her while cautiously running backwards, downing a few before she took off once again.

"Y/n!" Steve shouted, "hurry!"

"Im going!" Y/n shouted jumping over the small set of steps before turning around, shooting just a few more bullets, the gun empty again.

"OH THESE GUNS SUCK COME ON HYDRA!" Y/n shouted before rushing towards soilders using as a Melee weapon, before dropping it and pulling out Steve's pocket knife.

"Y/n!"

"Go! Now!" Y/n ordered.

Steve and Robin watching her threw the window on the door, superhero pose and all, nothing but a pocket knife in her hand as soilders rushed at her.

Within a few seconds she downed atleast five more of them, using themselves against each other, but with how many flooded in at once, she was beat, kicked, shot at and went to the ground within the next mintue: shouting for the group to run as she fought back even in captivaty.

But they manage to stop you by knocking you out

Because Hydra has no class.

When you woke up, you found yourself in a cage, surrounded by a binding circle.

"Ugh..." she groaned.

There was a noise: a growl? Maybe not, maybe a gargle?

She looked to the side, "Oh. Hey. They got you too,"

The thing Hpmh in its in own way.

"Yeah...oh shit my side..." y/n complained, "Let me guess...they wanted you to join for your stunning looks. Look. You havent eaten me. So. Im Y/n..."

It grumbled, "Yeah yeah. Sterotype. My bad. Not every green thing thats huge wants to beat everything up."

Y/n looked at the creature, "you got a name?"

It hummed and bubbled.

"Ted?" Y/n asked, "How long you've been stuck here."

It answered in a grumble.

"shit that sucks." Y/n responded, "why you in the pound?"

Y/n listened as the thing blurbed, ranted in its own way.

"Because you're...a swamp...monster..." Y/n responded, "Mhm you there forced Test runner?"

He nodded.

"Yeah. I can understand that." Y/n complained rubbing her head as she looked at the binding circle, "this thing keeping you in?"

He nodded.

"Seeing they put me in here." Y/n spoke, "they wanted you to eat me and wanted any sorcery I had to cease along with any strength."

He grummbled, "what? No. Not with out my sling ring you?"

A few hums, blurbs and grunts in response.

"Really You have powers? Oh an me? Someones a fan boy." Y/n chuckled, "but yeah. Avenger. Not much of a power kinda gal..."

You used the bars to help you to your feet leaning it against it as you used it as support to walk looking for anything.

The binding circle too far for you to reach over and simply swipe at and ruin.

And with your new cellmate you were shit out of luck on most things.

But before you could really try anything, two soilders came in with there Lutenit

"I demand to talk to Zeemo!" Y/n shouted at the commander.

"Zeemo has no weight and is a scum to us."

"Fuck." Y/n mummbled looking back at Ted, "Im shit out of ideas."

"I will ask you once." He spoke, careful to keep outside the bidding circle.

"Which Avenger sent you."

"None." Y/n argued, "Your mother did. And shit did she suck my fat fucking dick like no tommrow!"

A gun shot rang off as Y/n was shot in the leg, she growling in pain but kept standing up.

"Fury must have sent you-"

"Fuck you!" Y/n shouted.

"Zeemo prehaps?!"

Another shot to the leg, she crumbling against the ground hands still on the bar.

"Do you hear that?" The Lutenit asked, taking a step closer, "You're friends?"

"Fuck!" There was a cry, they in a near by room, she could hear it threw the vent.

Y/n was slient, as she kept her head down the Lutient taking another step closer, he would be rewarded highly, capturing both spies and a long term enemy. Y/n's grip tightened on the bar as he took another long stride.

"Who is the cock sucker now?"

Y/n reached out grabbing him by the belt slamming into the bars, "You!"

Y/n grabbed his gun quickly shooting him and falling back to aim at the other two just as quick, downing the three.

"Fuck..." she sighed pulling at the soilders foot bringing him closer so y/n could grab his keys as she quickly got up and made it to the locked cage door.

"You comin?" She asked opening it as Ted got up, "yeah. Come on. We're blood buddies now."

He followed her carefully, she grabbing stuff off the soilders to tie her leg off.

Ted was gentleman enough to even tie them off as a thank you.

You like ted, anyone hurts ted they fuck with you

Peaking your head out you dont see anyone, but as soon as you do an alarm goes off.

So you and a Giant Swamp Monster named Ted are on the hunt for your friends and quick too, rushin to find your friends you tried the first door, it already open and you could hear laughing.

"Haha! Henderson!"

Y/n opened the door quickly.

"And Y/n! Haha!" Steve laughed as she walked in.

"Y/n!" Dustin cheered, cutting the bindings on the two, Ted following her inside causing them all to scream.

"Hey! Hey!" She shouted, "Ted! This is Ted! He's cool! He's with me! They wanted him to eat me but we're chill! Right Ted?!"

He nodded as they just looked at the two.

"Well?! Come on!" Y/n shouted rushing them all along.

You manage to lead them all path free of Russain soilders till you turn a corner and there's both screaming.

Turns out Ted had a rescue party coming consisting of one man.

Luckily Ted can stop you before you go full fighter on the poor dude.

"Again?" He asked Ted, "and ropping people into it now?"

Ted grumbled.

"Okay. Obviously your friends." Y/n smiled at the two, "but if you'd like to stay that way we should oh. Run!"

Turns out Dustin knabbed on of there vechiles and your having to basically pick Steve and Robin up into it, you drive, because honestly you don't trust anyone else. Along with the new comer in the front.

"Im Jack!" He introduced holding out a hand for a hand shake.

"Are you seriously introducing yourself right now?!" Y/n argued driving as fast as she could.

"Right sorry!"

Y/n looked to the side: "Im Y/n!"

You manage to get everyone to the Elevator and rush everyone inside.

And in the elevator its even worse.

Steve and Robin joking around, playing.

"Its like Im-"

"Surfing!" They both cheered.

Ted looked at Y/n, "I swear there both usually way better than this."

She watched Steve fall and tumble over, Y/n walking over to him.

"Hey! Steve!" Y/n shouted.

"Y/n?"he asked, "what are you doin here?"

"They seem drunk." Erica argued.

"Why would they be drunk."

"Steve-"

"Boop." He poked her on the nose, "Hey- when did you get here Y/n?"

"Steve let me-"

"No- Ow!"

"Sorry- sorry.." y/n apologized holding his eyes opened.

"His pupils are dilated." She spoke, "not drunk but drugged."

"Jack, where'd you park your car?" Y/n asked.

"Car?"

"Yeah."

"I walked here? Heh..."

Y/n looked back at Steve, "Where's your car Steve?"

"Ooo can we stop at the food court!" Robin asked, "i'd kill for a hot dog on a stick!"

"Yeah!" Steve smiled.

"You can have as much food as you want!" Dustin told him the two drugged teens cheering, "Where are your keys? For the car!"

"Keys!? Hah the russians took those!"

You sighed, as the Elevator stopped, you all filing out in a rush.

"You guys stay safe." Y/n told Ted and Jack.

"Thank you-"

"Hey!" A police officer shouted.

"Shit..." Dustin spoke looking around, "in here! Come on!"

Looks like Jack and Ted weren't done with you yet as you pulled them in to hide in the back halls of the mall with you.

You had to figure out something to do with Ted and Jack, mostly Ted.

"Uh...this way! Behind the screen!" Y/n shouted rushing Ted in.

"Alright. I want you to stay in here." Jack spoke.

Ted grumbled, "yeah I know you can help! But when the times right alright buddy?"

Ted shrugged in relucant exceptence.

Leaving Ted hidden for now you quickly joined Dustin and Erica to divise a plan.

You told Jack to stay there and keep an Eye on Robin and Steve while you and Dustin went up to try and radio the group.

Turns out Dustin ran the battery pretty dry, but he managed to get back to the group, barely able to hear or register anything.

"Hey!" Jack spoke rushing in the room with Erica.

"There gone."

"What?!" Y/n argued getting up and looking for the two in the crowd, "shit..."

You all went on the hunt for them, but you ended up falling, Jack luckily catching you.

"Ah. Your bleeding-"

"No shit I got shot atleast twice."

He helped you along to a bathroom, sitting you on the counter you groaned, adrenaline starting to wear thin.

He pulled out a little pocket med kit, he must get in alot of shit problems if he carries one around.

He rolled undid the binding you hand on them and rolled up your pants leh and took a look at them.

"It didn't go threw..." he spoke.

"You have tweazers in there?" Y/n asked.

"Uh. Yes." Jack spoke holding them out for her she taking off her belt bitting down on it.

She lifted her leg to rest on the counter.

Taking a deep breathe she dug the tweazers in eyebrows knitting in pain as her face became hot, pulling the first bullet out. Jack even had to look away from the gruesome act, his own eyebrows knitting as he griminced in disgust. She tossed the bullet in the sink to quickly get the second and within the next mintue she had the second out. Pulling her belt from her mouth she sighed in relief.

"Could you?"

"Yeah- Yes. Of course." He spoke.

You watched him disinfect and clean the wound and surronding area.

It was quiet between you two, until he spoke up and thanked you for saving his friend.

"He gets in trouble quiet a lot." He chuckled, "this way Is...quiet new."

Y/n chuckled, "Im always in trouble it seems..."

"Your a midnight son." He spoke, Y/n looking up from the work being done on her leg, "You work with Marc Spector."

Y/n nodded, "how do you know that."

He shrugged, "Lets just say we've fought before."

"Your the wearwolf." Y/n cut in he looking up, "I remember the markings."

He nodded, looking down at his work, "We had quiet the moment back then."

Jack laughed, "calling falling to our deaths is hardly considered a moment."

Y/n chuckled, "I'll take what I can get, one of the better memories...especially as of recent."

He stiched her leg up carefully, "We have to stop running into each other this way-"

Y/n winced, "Im sorry." He apologized quickly.

"Are you alright?" He asked a hand resting on her shoulder.

Y/n nodded, "I'll be fine. Thanks..."

Y/n watched the skin close up on the first stitch, he moving onto the second hole.

As he stitched you up, you both contuined to talk, as if you were old buddies catching up

He had a contagious smile, and a sweet heart

To be honest you feel bad for almost killing him that one time.

You didnt expect the conversation to get so deep either: he telling you what he did as the "other" side of him wasnt really him.

"I mean. I like this side. But the other side was kinda fluffy," y/n defended, causing him to laugh.

"And you? Do you have an other side?" He chuckled.

Y/n thought for a mintue, "I don't know. Not like you atleast. Not that I know of."

"No?" He asked, "arent we all animal in some way? We all have something itching."

Y/n chuckled, "If Im an animal Im one uncapable of happiness."

"Why say that? You're lovely. Besides the almost killing me."

"I almost let myself be happy...with Steve. With my dad."

"But?"

"But I always have to do the "bigger" thing, save the world, save this save that." Y/n spoke, "I dont mind it. I don't. Really. Its fun even sometimes, I just...end up missing people after there not on the feild anymore but rather in it."

Jack cleaned her stiches one last time, and wrapped her leg in gauze, "sounds like to me like you need to save yourself."

He finished off her bandages tying them off and tucking the loose ends in, "or. You need to be saved. Just once."

"Reinvention?" Y/n asked.

"No." He spoke, "Heal yourself before you Heal others. Doesnt have to be while in battle, but off the feild."

"Mentally?"

He nodded.

He made a good point: maybe you need mental healing.

Dustin busted through the door and the others followed.

"Okay look. It doesn't take that long to bandage a wound. Y/n stop flirting." Dustin argued.

"What-"

"We need to go!" Erica argued.

"We go out the front, circle round and grab Ted." Dustin explained.

"Why not just go through the Theater?"

"Because its closed." Dustin explained.

"Come on."

So both you and Jack got up and walked towards the group, you all poking your head out looking to see the last group from the theater leaving.

And quickly all join to blend in with the group.

You blended pretty easy, you and Jack especilaly keeping your head down.

"Turn around." Robin argued.

"What?"

"They're here." She told, "the russians."

The group looked at rhe man checking IDs, he turning towards them.

"Shit gotta go!" Y/n told, "go!"

The group ran away, sliding down between the escalators quickly.

You could hear the running behind you, you all rushing to hide.

And out of all places in the food court,

You had pushed the kids under the counter in hopes they'd have more cover.

You put a finger to your lips as Dustin and Erica covered there mouths.

Looking at The other three they were

It was eerily quiet.

The car alarm of the "Win a Prize" car went off and a quick growl out as the car was thrown the two kids grabbing onto you in fear

You slowly peaked over the counter, the group following you.

"Haha!" Y/n laughed, "Ted!"

He smiled and looked up to the second floor.

"Haha!" Dustin cheered, "Yes! The gangs all together."

It was indeed a good sight, the heros y/n had lost track of? All together: beat up? Oh for sure, but together and intact.

You barely could hold your ground as Peter and Kate almost tackled you down in a hug.

"We thought you were a goner!" Kate told.

"No kidding! We looked everywhere for you then ran into Mr.Stark-"

"Wait wait wait." Y/n stopped them, "Tony?"

"They're all here!" Kate spoke, "and this thing! Its called the mind flayer! And it's not just in Hawkins its in New York! And It has everyone by the head! And so we learned about the Upside down! And we didnt know how to reach you! So we went along sithe everything and Billy Hargrove? Right? He's like a main leader! We think he got to Frank and thats how it spread!-"

"Woah woah Woah!" Y/n stopped, "Slow down. Slow down. Look I was just stuck in a Hydra base!"

"Hydra base!?"

"Okay! What is going on!" Nancy intruppted, "Hydra?!"

"Okay Hydra is what turned bucky barnes into the Winter Soilder-" y/n told the huddled around group.

"They strengthened Wanda Maximoff and...uh..." Y/n spoke, "They're a huge threat."

"What's the game plan here exactly? Because if Im honest. Strange." Eddie started up, "has no sling ring nor neck stone thing Kate's out of arrows, Parkers only part spider, Wade's got no bullets left, no swords, loki's and Chavez are all magiced out, Venom wont even come out."

"Wait" y/n argued, "You lost the eye of Agimoto-"

"More of it was ripped from my neck." Strange argued.

"By who?!' Y/n argued.

"By Billy-"

"Hargrove's flayed?" Y/n asked.

"Y/n." Strange spoke, she looking at strange, face full of concern, "you're brother, Billy Russo, he's here."

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[plumbogs]

YAY COLLEGE ROUND! Beau and Beatrice have similar enough majors (drama and art) that they both get to go to the art hall for classes to make life easier. So they went to class :)

yeah i'd also be making that face if they were making me do what appears to be advanced mathematics for my art degree

beau heads right for the back of the theater to fool around with the synthesizer after class. his lifetime want is to reach the top of the entertainment career, so i imagine this is relevant.

Beatrice actually needed a skill point in charisma for the semester, so she practiced that in the dance room (that nobody was doing ballet in).

a disgustingly stinky dormie interrupted their secret conversation about giant barrels of oil to do her assignment. leave them alone they're having a moment in the dark empty theater. don't you have basic courtesy. i'm pretty sure she's the girl that alex had to seduce to get into the secret society too.

meanwhile, at the dorm, Benedick went to the usual non-active class and Lucy logged onto nonspecific blogging platform to send visceral hate anons to that one bitch that has awful takes about her favorite director.

a healthy round of making the world a worse place emboldened her to skip her first day of classes.

Benedick finally came home and started on his term paper. Even if his life is in shambles, he wants to at least have a successful college career. besides anything that keeps him from fighting with beau and crashing and burning the few friendships he has left is worthwhile.

oh benny boy... you're really always in it. sure you can throw a toga party though

stupid bob haircut be damned my girl can work a toga while painting. She hasn't even spared a thought for her fiancee all day. It's impossible to tell if she regrets it or not.

wolf or not, this boy sure can clear a table with his awful conversational skills.

As everyone else goes to bed, he has to stay awake forever and chow down on many rounds of low quality dorm food. Jimmy Phoenix is still here and invested in whatever is on the television.

PLEASE let him sleep... benedick was so tired... the dormies love stinking up the place while doing assignments

then Beau dedicates his nocturnal powers to crushing his own term paper. imagine being a fucking werewolf and you still do your assignments... maybe he's going to gift himself a box of milkbones if he gets good grades

#sims 2 gameplay #beau broke #benedick monty #beatrice monty #lucy burb #the fact that nobody fought even though benedick is SO mad at beau today <3 peace and love

[bluemoonperegrine]

2023 Tumblr Top 10

Hat tip to @grabyoursaintsandpray for the link to this JetBlackCode page that generated the list.

Nine out of my ten are memes. 😂

#1 4,273 notes May 18 2023 If you want something to go a little viral, post a meme about suffering for medical procedures featuring Star Trek characters.

#2 391 notes Jul 10 2023 Star Wars and bad puns also make good memes.

#3 232 notes Aug 15 2023 A meme that's a mashup of ST:TOS and ST:SNW

#4 166 notes Jul 5 2023 More Star Trek! 😂 This meme crosses a TOS movie with Frasier.

#5 127 notes May 13 2023 You guessed it: more Star Trek, but also more Frasier. Yay!

#6 121 notes Jun 9 2023 Finally Werewolf by Night gets some love. This was my very first WBN meme. Don't ask me how many I've made since then.

#7 91 notes Aug 2 2023 Somehow the Star Wars returned... with Oscar Issac, Cheetos, and chopsticks.

#8 77 notes Aug 18 2023 Yay, more of my WBN memes! These feature Jack being an adorable idiot.

#9 73 notes Jun 24 2023 D&D, my beloved! Here's a brilliant parody of "The Sound of Silence."

#10 66 notes Apr 19 2023 Lastly, a wholesome meme about memes.

#2023 in review #it's mostly memes #star trek #star wars #frasier #werewolf by night #d&d

[renlishsims]

Yes, she’s werewolf. (Obvs - yay, scars!)  I haven’t figured out how to take the pictures of the werewolves in CAS because of the silly misty moon background.  But she’s cute, she’s got attitude, and I only did these three outfits.  Her werewolf form is fairly simple, you’re more than welcome to edit as you please. (If you do, please tag me with some screenshots!)

And yup; brown palette for funsies. Download here. (SFS - CC included.)

CC Links

Genetics:

Felicity Eyes/EyesN15 / @aveirasims

Dana Hair / @its-adrienpastel

Jujuba Hair / @candysims4

Cicada Skinblend / @squeamishsims

Look 1

Boho Fringe Necklace / NataliS (TSR)

Giddy-Up Boots / @dallasgirl79

Pants / Don’t know. The file name gives no clues.

Lametta Top / @its-adrienpastel

Look 2

Asha Pumps / @dallasgirl79

For Audrey IV Earrings / @rusty-cc

Jessica Dress / @kumikya

Marija Necklace / @arethabee

Look 3

Natasha Jeans / @sentate

Open Shirt & Tank / @darte77

Shoes (Pufferhead) / @mlysmakescc

@mmoutfitters, @maxismatchccworld, @mmfinds, @s4lookbookgallery Thanks!

#ts4 cas #renlishsims #ts4cc #s4cc #ts4 werewolves

[grubus]

20 questions for writers, tagged by @fanfiction_artist_prototype

for some reason the site won't let me actually @ them :( hope u see this. Answers under read more!

how many works do you have on ao3? Apparently 79! how interesting.

what's your total ao3 word count? 316,765! Nice.

What fandoms do you write for? I think I'll only list the most recent one! Which is "The Scum Villain's Self Saving System". I usually don't switch much once I'm writing, I tend to get a little bit too focused on that specific fandom.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? In order! Shen Yuan of No Relation (so far my only svsss fic) Clutching Daffodils (magnus archives/hanahaki fic) Worries (magnus archives with archivist!Martin au) Silence thy Fledgling Call (a dream smp fic, vampire/werewolf au) Softly Squeezing (magnus archives/Jon's missing rib fic)

Do you respond to comments? why/why not? I try! I usually try and respond to all of them, but SYoNR kind of explodes and if I tried to reply to EVERYONE I wouldn't have time to write the fic. Sorry ;A; but I do love them all!!

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Absolutely no clue. Some of those fics in there I wrote when I was 15 and lemme tell you I pay taxes now. I do not wish to take a peek at what depressed 15 year old me wrote.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Again, no clue! Yay :D

Do you get hate on fics? I've gotten a few! I mostly ignore them, and besides, I try to tag my fics as well as I can so if they hate on it, well. They still found it and read it! So I don't really care.

Do you write smut? if so, what kind? I've not written a lot of smut, but I've given it a try. I hope to get better at it but *finger guns* we shall see! svsss is kind of made for smut fics, after all.

Do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one? I do! But I haven't posted any. There was a ninja turtles/harry potter one way back when.

have you ever had a fic stolen? Not as far as I know! I've had people ask to put them on a different site but I said no.

have you ever had a fic translated? One asked to translate an original story into Russian. I don't know if they ever did it though.

have you ever co-written a fic? Yes! A transformers one we never finished, oops.

what's your all-time fave ship? This is an impossible question! I love all my ships :(

what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will? "Victory by Fractions" is a hero academia fic with quirkless!Bakugo and quirk!Midoriya. It's meant to explore how fucked up their friendship can still be when the roles are reversed. Also I just love codependency and the "I'm your knight and you're my princess" vibes where said princess does NOT want to be that, actually. also it was just me going "hehe" because I haven't actually read or watched hero academia more than like up until Midoriya was given the quirk. An Experimental Fic so to speak.

what are your writing strengths? I think people have said they enjoy the humor and the character interactions? I just really love exploring how a change here or there changes dynamics.

writing weaknesses? Hmmmm probably descriptions? I dare not ask, my ego is fragile.

thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? I could write it in Swedish probably but other than that I rather not risk it. Google translate only helps so much.

first fandom you wrote for? Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2k3.

fave fic you've ever written? Tbh very proud of SYoNR right now. But! "Clutching Daffodils" is also a favorite of mine.

Tagging @primtheamazing and whoever else wants to do it, because this was rough. *thumbs up* good luck.

[birdwatching-goesbothways]

Like autumn fog

My entry for Gobblepot Halloween 2022! Yay!

Summary: Jim attends Oswald's Halloween party, but Oswald's costume results in something that neither of them had expected.

I‘ll say which prompt o used at the end, since I don’t wanna spoil anything.

“Do something smart for once” Harvey had said.

“It’s not like back when Penguin was some inexperienced newbie with big dreams. He’s got power now. If he’s invited you, you better show up.”

That would indeed be a smart decision.

That’s why he’d initially agreed to do it.

No need to risk insulting the current king of the mob over something silly like a Halloween party, not even if said king of the mob is annoying as hell.

But now, standing in the club, surrounded by people, many of which he would probably love to put behind bars if he knew about their numerous crimes... now he isn’t so sure that it was the right decision.

Maybe he shouldn’t have come after all.

The music, the lights, it all just adds onto the headache that sleep deprivation has given him.

How much better it would be to be at home right now, with a stiff drink, maybe a snack.

Just… relaxing.

Getting more than two hours of sleep for a change.

Maybe that plan can still work out, if he manages to find Cobblepot sooner rather than later.

Why did the man even invite him?

Some kind of tamer, less messed up version of forcing Jim to kiss his ring?

About the lines of “I know you don’t want to come to my party, but you have to do as I say now”?

Ugh.

At least there’s the free food and booze.

He decides to concentrate on that for now.

Perhaps he’s lucky, and Oswald finds him quickly, so he can make up an excuse and leave.

After having showed his willingness to cooperate. as Harvey had demanded.

In terms of his continued safety, as well as possible favours in the future, he supposes it would indeed be best not to piss Oswald off by refusing his personal invitation yet again.

God, why did he have to come to him in person, inorder to hand over the invitation to his Halloween Party.

At least in private, this time.

The postal service would have been totally sufficient for anyone else, but no. Of course, the grand Oswald Cobblepot had to make a point by requesting his presence in person, well aware that this time he would have to oblige.

The smug bastard had enjoyed it too.

Fuck.

Jim does not want to be here.

Not on this party, and especially not because Oswald has called on him like some dog.

Eager to misbehave a little, he stops a passing waiter, taking the entire tray of hors d‘oeuvres out of their perplexed hands.

Might as well take advantage of the free food part, right?

He quickly steps aside to prevent a passing werewolf from basically running through him on his way to the bar.

A close call, but he manages to not let the plate of little pastries clatter to the floor.

The werewolf doesn’t look back, seemingly too focused on his goal of free alcohol to care much about anyone standing in his way.

He supposes that is the case for a lot of people present here.

Be it the criminal elements of Gotham’s underworld, or the rich that have come to this party in hopes of building connections, or simply to alleviate their boredom.

By how convincing and thereby expensive the werewolf costume had looked, he guesses the guy under it to either fit the second or both of the two categories.

All he had managed was a cheap cop costume from target, with a questionable hat and a pair of plastic handcuffs.

Not everyone has the kind of money or time for an elaborate costume.

To be honest though, he just hadn’t felt like putting in the effort, had perhaps even chosen the cheapest and most boring costume he could find out of spite.

Not that Oswald would have to know that part of his decision making process.

If he guessed it though, well, he could barely be blamed.

Speaking of which, he does wonder which ridiculous over the top expensive and intricate costume the man might have chosen this year, to hold court and show off his wealth and power.

Possibly a vampire, he muses.

Another overpriced fine suit that he would insist was a subtle and clever detail and not simply the same suit with a slightly darker shade.

The unruly black hair, freakishly pale skin and blood red lips he already possessed naturally.

All he needed to top the costume off would be a cape, doubtlessly not from target but instead intricately sewn from heavy fabric and fitted especially for him.

Perhaps he would even add some fangs, if he was in a playful mood.

No matter what he’d chosen, Oswald has doubtlessly gone all out with it.

Curious now, and entirely unable to deny the appeal of such a costume, he lets his eyes wander over the crowd, scanning for that familiar face.

When he finds it, he almost chokes on the pastry he’d been chewing on.

Oswald is surrounded by well wishers and acolytes, falling over each other to try and get his attention.

That part isn’t the surprising one.

It’s not a vampire costume, or anything close to it.

No.

He’s wearing a robe.

Well… not really a robe.

A dress.

It looks vaguely Victorian, although he’s not an expert by far.

There’s certainly a modern touch to it too.

The entire thing, quite like a ball gown actually, is off-white, as if faded and dirtied with time. Slightly torn in some places, yet of a whimsical beauty.

Oswald is holding a bouquet of dried-up, greyish flowers, conjuring up images of a tragic bride, who has come back from death to haunt the world of the living.

His already pale skin looks paler still, like porcelain, highlighting his red lips, and making his green eyes look darker, almost black in comparison.

A ghost.

An undeniably beautiful ghost bride.

God.

God.

Why would Oswald wear a dress? In front of all of these people? Isn’t he afraid of repercussions?

The dress certainly <em>seems</em> to be tailored to a man’s shape.

His hair is in meticulously styled disarray, looking awfully soft.

There’s no awkward leftover fabric over his flat chest, instead it hugs closely, leaving no illusions about his frame.

It’s…. unusual. It’s…. Jim isn’t entirely sure what it is. It certainly makes him feel something, although he hasn’t the slightest clue what exactly.

On some level, he can’t help but imagine how it would be to bury his hands in the layers of fabric and pull the man closer to do god knows what.

On the other side, the view makes him angry, which is a shock in itself.

The question as to why it does… well, that’s quite the enigma.

It’s not really <em>anger</em> though, he corrects himself. It’s something else that twists his guts, and not in the pleasant way.

Something he can’t quite identify, too overwhelmed by the view.

When Oswald looks up, almost as if he had felt Jim staring, their eyes meet through the crowd.

Recognition flits across Oswald’s face, along with a mischievous smile, and Jim just knows he’ll come over any second now.

Sees the resolution on his face clear as day, in the way he immediately seems to stop listening to the person currently vying for his attention.

That’s when the blinding panic hits full force.

He can’t do this right now.

Something has thrown him off course, heavily so, and he absolutely isn’t ready to face it yet.

Almost on autopilot, he just turns around and heads for the exit, doing his best not to let Cobblepot’s confused expression get to him.

Or the way the dress flows gracefully around his frame, reminding him vaguely of fog wafting around in the moor, beautiful yet dangerous.

******

The acute knowledge of how exactly his sudden, unprompted disappearance must have seemed only serves to make the following days much more uncomfortable, adding to his personal crisis.

Technically, he had fulfilled his strategic plan of sticking around just long enough for Oswald to register his presence.

In reality, he probably left a worse impression as if he hadn’t bothered to show up at all.

So, as anyone would, he does the only thing that could possibly make the situation worse.

He keeps ignoring it, instead of confronting it head on.

It’s silly. It’s counterproductive. He should just explain the situation to Oswald, who hasn’t even done anything wrong after all.

But what is he supposed to say?

”I’m not an asshole, but seeing a guy in a dress made me feel weird somehow, and now I can’t stop thinking about it” ?

As if that would make things better.

Even if it would, which it wouldn’t, admitting such a thing to Oswald is a level of vulnerability that is simply too much.

It only gets worse from there, as he dutifully keeps avoiding Oswald’s more and more obvious attempts at seeking a private conversation.

When Oswald shows up at work the next day, he asks Harvey not to snitch on him as he hides in the evidence room until the man has left again.

Some part of him wants to spy on their interaction, but another is quite content not to see Oswald’s no doubt polite smile turn into a frown as Harvey tells him the obvious lie.

Despite the growing dread in the pit of his stomach, he does his best to not think too hard about it.

No, that’s technically a lie.

He does think about it, can’t stop doing so, actually.

Especially about the question why exactly the view had bothered him so damn much.

Internalised homophobia perhaps?

He wouldn’t have thought it likely, being bi himself, but it’s the only possible explanation he can think of.

Attraction? Undeniably a part of his reaction, but not the part that’s bothering him.

He’s a grown man, and he can deal with his attraction to Cobblepot in a healthy way. It definitely was something else that had made him storm out.

The answer comes from an unexpected place, when a few days later he witnesses one of his more respected colleagues solve her current case, earning the congratulations and respect of her co-workers.

They never congratulate him when he manages to catch a perp, they just go about their day ignoring him.

Even though he knows exactly why that is the case, even though it’s incredibly petty, he can’t help but feel bothered by it.

That’s when it hits him.

The bitter feeling that flows through his veins, he knows it from elsewhere.

From that night at the party, when he had seen Oswald look so pretty and carefree in a dress.

Envy.

That realisation only makes him panic more.

How could that be? How could he want something like that?

He’s not like Oswald. He’s not small, not thin and hairless and elegant.

Not pretty.

Not meant to be wearing dresses.

So why. Why is it that he suddenly can’t stop thinking about the idea?

Cant stop thinking about how it would look, how it would feel to be wearing one?

The idea grips him and refuses to let go.

Haunts him, fascinates him, terrifies him.

It’s technically such an innocent desire too, so why does he feel so ashamed of it?

He’s not eight anymore, getting laughed at for wanting to dress up as a princess for Halloween.

But no matter how often he tells himself that it’s technically normal to be curious, the fear stays, insistently coiling in his stomach and refusing to leave.

It’s too terrifying of an idea, that people might find out. The look of shock, ridicule or disgust on their faces.

Would his colleagues see him differently if they found out?

Not that they like him all that much anyway.

If it comes down to it, there’s only one person who does.

The only one whose opinion he truly cares about.

But Harvey has forgiven so much of his shit that the sheer idea of a little cross-dressing finally driving him away is laughable in itself.

He’d make a few stupid jokes perhaps, but he’d probably happily deck anyone in the face who made the rookie mistake of actually laughing at them.

So what’s stopping him?

He’s a grown man, dammit.

And if Oswald can be brave enough to wear a dress in public, on a social event no less, surely he’ll at least manage to buy one.

After all, no one ever has to find out.

Nonetheless it takes him three days until he is finally standing in a clothing shop, heart racing and skin sweaty under the way too warm hoodie he is wearing in the hopes of not being recognised.

“I’m looking for a dress.”

The assistant only nods, bored.

“..for my girlfriend,” he unnecessarily adds, receiving nothing but indifference by the assistant.

“Sure. What does she like?”

“Uh..”

He hadn’t really thought about that.

Seeing his clueless reaction and apparently taking pity on him, the assistant gives him a reassuring smile.

“Not to worry. I’ll just recommend some, and you can pick from these.”

The various dresses she shows him are a sight to behold.

He didn’t even know there was <em>that</em> many shapes, colors, fabrics and variations.

The immense variety to pick from only worsen his panic, to a point where he honestly considers bailing.

But he’s come to far for that. So he grits his teeth instead.

An elegant blue one catches his sight first, but the sizes available aren’t even close to what he would need.

A green one, silky fabric and glitter, reminds him way too much of Barbara to even consider.

Another one he likes, red and playful, isn’t an option either, as the padding would only serve to make him feel awkward and uncomfortable.

“Didn’t know picking dresses was such a hassle.”

The assistant politely laughs at his more than awkward attempt at a joke, before gently pulling him to another rack.

When he finally settles on something, the assistant sighs in relief, obviously sick of his anxious indecisiveness.

She hands him the bag with a tired but genuine smile.

“That’s a nice one! I’m sure she’ll love it.”

“Uh, thanks. We’ll see.”

He hastily leaves the shop, wondering if the woman saw his hands tremble, and praying he won’t cross paths with anyone he knows.

Apparently, luck is on his side just this once.

As soon as he is safely home, he removes the dress from the bag, admiring its beauty.

It’s a relatively simple design with a normal top and medium length skirt. “A-line”, the woman at the shop had said, and “v-neck”. As if he’d know what the hell she was talking about.

It doesn’t matter much to him anyway. It’s pretty.

The color is a creamy pink, with playful strawberry pattern.

It has short sleeves, a flaring skirt, and it’s absolutely perfect.

The prospect of trying it on is equally exciting and terrifying.

But there’s this odd giddiness that has him running his hand over the fabric, trying to imagine how it would feel to put it on. To feel the delicate fabric against his skin.

Initially, he hadn’t meant to actually wear it. He’d just bought it to prove to himself that he was brave enough to do so.

Just as brave as Cobblepot.

But now he’s so curious that can’t imagine not to try it on.

That’s why he double locks his door, closing the blinds before he strips out of his current clothes to put on the dress instead.

As soon as he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his breath hitches.

He’d vaguely been expecting to look ridiculous, so he could proceed to laugh it off like a bad joke.

But he likes it.

Likes the way it hugs his frame, the way the creamy color looks against his skin.

It makes him look softer, somehow.

He does an experimental little spin, and fuck does he feel pretty.

He hastily takes the dress off again, hiding it in the darkest corner of his closet.

That’s where it stays for two days, while he does his best to ignore it calling to him.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

It would be so much easier to just forget about it, or better yet: throw it in the trash.

But he just can’t bring himself to do it.

After all, with all the hardships in his life, doesn‘t he deserve a little softness? A little joy?

So he tunes out the insistent voice in the back of his mind that keeps yelling ”It’s wrong, it’s dangerous, it’s not worth it,”and puts the dress back on, at least for now that he is home alone.

As long as he is isn’t wearing it to work, it shouldn’t be a problem, right?

It feels great. It feels freeing. To just wear what he wants, and not what he thinks he should be wanting instead.

Throughout the entire afternoon, there are constant little reminders that he made the right decision.

Little glimpses he catches in the reflection of the oven, or catching himself absentmindedly running his fingers over the soft fabric.

For the first time ever it feels easy and natural to smile at who sees in the bathroom mirror.

It’s not that he feels like a woman. It’s more like a weight he didn’t even know about has been lifted from his chest, and he can finally breathe freely.

Can ask himself what he actually likes and dislikes, instead of just assuming like he did before.

Apparently he has been a little too lost in the happiness this new discovery brings him, even though he should have been more careful.

Because when the door rings, the realisation that there’s simply no way he can get out of the dress and into normal clothes in time hits him full force, knocking all the air out of his lungs in the process.

His thoughts are a jumbled, frenzied mess.

Who could it be? He isn’t expecting anyone today. Or tomorrow. Or the day after that.

He isn’t expecting anyone, period.

If he ignores them, maybe the visitor will just assume he isn’t home and leave again?

The silence stretches as he hopefully holds his breath.

“Don’t be ridiculous Jim, I know you’re in there, and I’m equally aware that you have been avoiding me.”

There’s a pause, in which Cobblepot seems to be waiting for an answer. When none comes, he continues.

“Whether you want to or not, the two of us will now talk about what happened at the Halloween party.”

Oh no.

It just had to be Oswald, didn’t it? Couldn’t have been Harvey, or better yet, a pizza delivery guy with the wrong address?

“I’m coming in.”

“No, wait, I-“

But it’s already too late. Screw Oswald for being able to pick a damn lock like it’s nothing.

Now he’s just standing there in the door, lockpick still in hand, frozen in shock.

“Jim, I…uh.”

In what is best described as a blind panic, he grabs Oswald and throws him against the wall roughly, before slamming the door shut with an unnecessary amount of violence.

“If you talk about this with anyone, and I mean anyone, I swear I’ll make you regret ever being born.”

He can already see the life he has so painstakingly built tumble down around him.

It’s not like there’s shame about what he’s doing, that’s not it. But to have such intimate knowledge laid open to the world against his will?

That idea absolutely terrifies him. Shakes him to the core and paralyses him.

So if he shakes Oswald a little bit harder than he should, he did break into his fucking house just now.

“Understood?”

Oswald nods frantically, so Jim forces his fingers to unclench, releasing the smaller man from his grip, who immediately fixes his tie.

He holds no illusion. That piece of information in Oswald’s hands is pure dynamite. He’s got him now, can pressure him into almost anything lest he expose him, thereby hitting right where it hurts.

Almost through a fog, he notices his hands are shaking again, although this time not from excitement.

The creeping realisation of just how much he is at the other man’s metaphorical mercy now is accompanied by exponentially growing dread.

Realising that his knees feel dangerously wobbly, he drops down into the nearest couch, defeated, before burying his head in his hands.

He shouldn’t have yelled at Oswald. Shouldn’t have grabbed him. What if that makes him want to expose him out of spite?

Either way, this isn’t exactly going well.

Time to change his approach.

“Oswald please. I know how valuable this information is to you, and I’m more than happy to compensate you for your silence…” the words are burning his mouth as they tumble out, leaving a bitter taste in their wake.

His voice sounds raw and emotional, which isn’t good either.

He should be playing it cool instead, hoping that the Penguin doesn’t realise just how desperate he is to keep this information a secret.

But alas, he can’t. It hits too close to home, leaves him feeling too vulnerable to haggle over the price for Oswald’s silence.

“…But I’m begging you, please don’t-“

“Hush,” Oswald interrupts, hobbling over to sit down beside him on the couch.

“I am seriously quite offended that you think that I would use something like this against you. I may be a criminal, but I’m not a monster.”

Against his will, that evokes a bitter laugh from Jim. Because that’s Oswald Cobblepot, the Penguin, dammit. The man kills and maims for no other reason than annoyance, at least from what he’s heard.

Not that there had ever been useful evidence.

“Hard to believe that you wouldn’t. Sorry, but I’d rather know the price for your silence now, instead of having you pull out the “do what I say or I’ll ruin your life” card the next time we cross paths.”

The bitterness of his request is met with an indignant huff.

“James Worthington Gordon, what have I ever done to you to justify that bad of an opinion?”

“…But since you keep asking for it, here’s my price:”

This is it then.

Jim isn’t naïve enough to believe it could be a onetime thing, but they’ll sort of have an agreement then, to give him back the pretence of safety. At least a tiny fraction of it.

That’ll have to be enough.

“What I want you to do, is actually learn something about fashion. There’s no world where you would pair a dress like this with socks like that.”

Perplexed silence follows, until he can manage to croak out a very confused “…what?”

“And you call me a criminal? Seriously Jim, who even owns neon orange socks! I’m glad you’re finally beginning to have an interest in fashion, but you have a lot to learn.”

The next part seems almost shy.

 “I could teach you the basics, should you be interested.”

 It’s not a guarantee that he won’t break his promise.

 But it’s a beginning.

“.. I think I’d like that.”

Authors note:

Yeah, I used the ghost prompt, it inspired Oswald’s costume :)

#GobblepotHalloween2022 #gotham #gobblepot #gobblepot fanfic #jim gordon #Oswald Cobblepot #crossdressing #my writing

[thethingything]

🍬🧛💀 for the Halloween asks <3

yay!!!

🍬: honestly I think it depends on what mood I'm in but I do have some honey lollipops that I really like. 🦋 says his is probably fruit gummies

🧛: I'd probably go with vampires because I like their whole immortality deal and we're already allergic to garlic as is lol. 🦋 says he'd go with werewolf which I think means we now have to have some kind of homoerotic rivalry

💀: we've had several paranormal experiences but they're not like, particularly big things:

our dad is convinced we got possessed once as a toddler (we don't think we were possessed but it definitely freaked him out)

as a kid we stayed at our grandad's house for a while at one point and our mum kept hearing footsteps walking around upstairs while we were in bed and there was nobody else in the house

we used to buy antiques from this one store where we'd always get really nervous if we stood too close to the displays and then later found out it's apparently haunted and stuff gets flung off the shelves

we used to go to a spiritualist church so that was just generally a lot of like, people supposedly talking to the dead (our mum did once get a very accurate reading from a medium there so that's something)

our current house has a bunch of stuff where sometimes we'll see an object move on its own or other similar weird stuff and I've decided that whether it's a ghost or not, the best thing to do is be polite and mind my own business about it

there are definitely more but I can't remember them off the top of my head. some of our family members have had experiences with living in places where they'd heard something banging on the doors inside the house and actually rattling them in the doorframe, or where heavy objects got knocked off shelves and moved around while nobody else was home and stuff like that.

we generally try to come up with as many mundane explanations as possible before calling something a paranormal experience, but yeah there's at least some stuff we can't explain (I also still don't know how much paranormal stuff I believe in, but oh well)

#ask #🍬 post #spooky season #ghosts #possession tw #<- just in case