#🎵 : Blue Hair - TV Girl

[saved-room]

SPOILERS FOR BAD BATCH FINALE ‼️

and i guess i’ll just miss her even though she isn’t even really gone

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Don't Ruin It | Agent Lenny Miller x fem!Reader

summary: Sexual tension comes to a head (literally) when a younger female agent (you) makes a move on her superior agent, Lenny Miller, after a successful undercover mission.

warnings: Infidelity, power-imbalance, hazy consent, praise and dubious humiliation, smut.

word count: 3,300k

ONE SHOT! Who would’ve guessed…

Taking What's Not Yours- TV Girl 🎶

That's so True- Gracie Abrams 🎵

You were partners. Partners. And he was married. Married. There were so many fucking ethical reasons why you shouldn’t but damn it all, you did. 

“I need your wire,” Agent Lenny Miller said over his shoulder as he sorted the equipment back into their cases. Your heart was still racing from the conclusion of your mission, your body was thrumming with adrenaline. You turned to face the hotel mirror and unzipped the back of your dress. When he was done with his brief task, Miller turned and after a moment of hesitation, approached you slowly. He clenched his jaw as he brushed the zipper away so that he could reach the mic-pack secured to the band of your bra. His pale fingers lingered an extra moment longer on the bare skin above and below the clasp as he pulled the pack off. He blinked his heavy eyelashes slowly, wetting his lips as he followed the wire up your back to your ear. His finger trailed over your skin, pretending to hold to the wire as his eyes glanced up to meet yours in the mirror. You removed the mic from your ear and turned back slowly to hand it to him. Miller looked down at you, still holding the pack, his heart racing too but his eyes deadly calm, keeping a level head just like a good agent would. Staring for a moment at the mic-pack, Miller finally exhaled slowly and nodded, taking the mic pack and wire. He switched the device off and looked back down at you again, face-to-face. 

You were a young agent, fresh out of training with an expertise in languages. Agent Lenny Miller was a senior agent, a typical dark, brooding type with attitude issues and a soft-spot for intelligent women. He was always arrogant, but it was because he was always right. God, it was so fucking infuriating. When he wasn’t smiling (which was most of the time), you could barely make out the beginnings of crows’ feet at each outside corner of his eyes. He was in his mid-forties, married with a son. He wasn’t technically your boss but that didn’t make it any more ethical. These were just the things you told yourself as he continued to look down at you with his pale blue eyes. 

He was standing with his feet shoulder-length apart and his jaw still painfully clenched. You reached around to the back of your dress and unzipped it all the way, your chest rising and falling quickly. Miller inhaled deeply as he saw what you were doing. Your black dress slowly slipped down your body to pool at your feet. He let himself look down at your body, covered only by your underwear. He stepped closer, just half a step, his lips falling open as he looked down at your lips. You rose onto the balls of your feet, offering your mouth but he inhaled sharply again and ran his hand over his mouth. 

Miller stepped back and turned. He walked to an armchair in the hotel room and sat down on the edge of the seat, his hands steepled. 

“Len-” you started but he held up a hand to stop you. 

“Shhh, don’t ruin it, don’t ruin it” he whispered gently and looked you over again from the chair across the room. You stood silently in your underwear for a moment until you felt brave enough to move your arms to undo your hair. Your hair fell around your shoulders and you ran your fingers through it, picking out the knots quickly. Once that was done, you looked back at the man and asked him point-blank. 

“Is it your wife?”

“Don’t ask me about her, Y/N.” He responded calmly, his hand still resting against his lips as he stared at you. You raise your chin slightly and inch closer until you're right in front of him. He looks up at you in appreciative silence, like he’s at an art gallery or the symphony. He lets you step between his knees and run your hands down the back of his head starting from the crown. His eyes close slowly and he sighs as your hands stroke his dark hair. 

“If only you knew…” you whispered as your other hand slid down his cheek. Agent Miller’s eyes opened and he smiled softly, leaning into your hand. 

“Know what?”

“How much I want you,” you answered breathlessly, your heart fluttering beyond beating. Miller chuckled in discomfort and inner turmoil. He shook his head and leaned back in the chair, out of reach of your hand. 

“You know as well as I do that we can’t do this, Y/L/N.” 

“Don’t talk like that.” You responded cooly, taking a step back as he watched you, his eyes helplessly trailing over your body. Miller leaned his chin against his closed hand, wetting his lips again as you put more distance between you. You could make out the half-hard bulge in his trousers that he tried to ignore. You two stared at each other for a minute on end, neither speaking as your eyes spoke to your individual desires. Finally, Miller sighed and reached out his hand, palm up and beckoning. 

“C’mere.”

His voice was gentle but sure, as if there were absolutely no hesitation behind his request. You waited another moment before finally stepping back between his legs. His arms opened, inviting you to sit on his lap. You sat on his upper thigh, within the cage of his arms. Miller used his other hand to pull your legs across his lap, so that you were sitting completely across his legs like a child. His open hand rubbed up and down your thigh furthest away from his chest, slipping all the way down to your calf. You looked down at him and exhaled shakily. 

“I-” he started but you pressed a finger against his lips, shushing him gently but firmly. 

“Don’t ruin it.” 

He smirked softly behind your finger and looked at your lips as you moved your head close to his. You dropped your finger and held the curve of his jaw instead, brushing your lips against his. The short stubble on his jaw tickled your fingers as you pushed them down his throat. His hand moved to hook around your waist and his lips fell open, responding to your tease. You exhaled shakily again, this time against his lips before finally kissing him. The kiss was so soft that your lips barely touched, barely moved. He looked up into your face, exhaling tightly before pulling you closer once again. You kissed again and just as softly as before. When you pulled away, you stared at each other in tense silence, the world around you was shrill like a static that separated you two from the rest of the world. 

“Do you want to stop?” You whispered, looking between his blue eyes and his button nose. He briefly pressed a finger against your lips, dismissing your question, before kissing you again. His kiss was harder, stronger, as if he’d finally made up his mind without saying so: he was going to fuck you because damn it, he wanted you so badly. His teeth caught your bottom lip and you moaned against him as your fingers found the buttons of his collared shirt. The process was slow but expertly coordinated as if you already knew each other’s bodies as well as your own. You unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing his undershirt once each button slipped out of its eyelet hold. He wore the same undershirts that your dad used to wear beneath his dress shirts, the ones he wore to work, the similarity brought a strange sense of comfort as your hands felt the fabric beneath your hands. 

Miller pulled you to straddle his lap so that you were completely facing him on your knees. You rested your butt on his legs, waiting patiently until his shirt and undershirt were completely removed. He held his arms over his head so that you could pull the shirt away from his bare skin. Agent Lenny Miller was by no means a largely muscular man, he’d left his field days behind him, but he was still fit, still lean and handsome. His arms were still muscular and you could feel the tension of his muscles every time he moved them around you. You sat back, ending your kiss for a moment so that you could look down at his bare chest. His pectoral muscles were tight and defined, his stomach shallow and taught. There was a dusting of freckles across his pale chest and a thin line of dark hair beneath his bellybutton. You pressed your hand against his lower stomach and felt the muscle meet your hand as it tensed. He laid his hands on the chair’s armrests and watched you with a calm expression on his face. 

You slipped off his lap and opened his legs so that you could kneel between them. He ran his hand over his lips as he watched you, his eyes glued to you. You placed your hands on his knees and rose for a moment longer so that you could run your tongue across his collarbones. You dragged your tongue up his sternum, up to his throat, and ended at his jaw with a gentle nip. He shook once beneath you and groaned softly, so quietly that you barely heard it. When you returned to the place between his knees, his lips fell open in a helpless way, as if he were stuck in a trance. When his pants were undone, you ran your hand over his now-very-hard-cock and looked up into his eyes. 

“Go on then,” he whispered, smirking softly as if he were joking. You smiled and pulled down his boxers just enough to find his erection. When it sprang free, he groaned audibly and leaned his head back for a moment. You rolled your tongue around the head slowly, relishing the taste of his precum, showing you just how much he wanted you too. Your hand gripped his shaft and squeezed gently, making him jerk his hips. He cursed beneath his breath as you moved your mouth farther onto his cock. You sucked softly, just wanting to prep him, not to make him cum. His hands tightened on the armrests, his nails digging into the red leather upholstery. You took his cock as far as you could without gagging and rolled your tongue before bobbing up and down. 

“Ah fuck, girl. Slow, slow” he praised gently and closed his eyes as you sucked. When you could hear the distinct sounds of masculine whimpers, you stopped and looked back up at him. Miller exhaled tightly and ran his hand over your hair, fixing how it fell at the side of your face. His hand dropped to your shoulder and played with the soft skin there before pulling one of your bra straps off of your shoulder. You waited as he did the same to the other strap. He sighed as you stood slowly and stepped backwards towards the hotel bed, never used. Miller removed the last of his clothes and followed you slowly, his hand reaching out for your body. You let him pull you closer and kissed him as he felt for the clasp of your bra. He undid it easily and pulled it off of your arms so that he could feel your breasts. He nearly growled as he squeezed your breasts, feeling the hard nipple between his fingers. Miller picked you up easily and laid you back on the bed. He took your knees and pulled them apart so that he could stand between them. Still kissing you, he fit his hands beneath the bands of your thongs on your hips. His hands rubbed back and forth on your love-handles, in no rush to take off your underwear. 

“Turn over, agent Y/L/N,” he muttered against your lips. 

You nodded slowly, your lips starting to feel swollen and hot. You flipped over onto your stomach and felt his hands cup your butt before pulling down your underwear. He pulled them down your knees, over your calves, and off your ankles. 

“Look at you. Good girl…” he whispered and tossed the underwear to the side. You pushed your butt up, signaling your need for him. Miller chuckled briefly in understanding and spread your knees again with his hands. With one of his hands, he feels over your wet cunt and leans over you to nip your shoulder. 

When you moan he nods, “I know, I know. Me too.” 

His long, rough fingers teased you cruelly as you bit your lip to keep from whining. 

“Miller…” you whispered after a while of waiting and teasing. The senior agent smiled and leaned closer to your ear. 

“Patience, girl. It’s an agent’s best virtue.” 

You rolled your eyes and started to respond snippily before you felt him press against you, groaning. He pumped into you, hitting your ass with each quick gentle stroke. His hand that wasn’t being used to support his body went to your chin and pulled your head to lie flat on the side. 

“How does it feel?” He asked. 

“Hhha,” you tried to speak in a small breathless voice. He moved his hand back to your hip so that he could thrust deeper. 

“Mmm fuck, you’re tight,” he panted and moved faster, harder. You cried out in pleasure and arched your back as much as you can beneath his body. “Tell me when you’re close.” 

He groaned in pleasure as he found a good rhythm, your cunt gripping his cock better than his wife ever could. You moaned loudly, nearing yelling as he held you down and subjected you to the brutal honestly of his fucking. 

He leaned down over you to rub his lips against your smooth upper back. He kissed your shoulder blade and slowed his thrusts, savoring the intimacy of your bodies. He moved his hips forward in a slow and flexed manner, straddling the line between climax and continuity. 

“Good girl. Good. fucking. girl.” He muttered, his lips still barely touching your back. 

“Shit I’m close,” you whined, your thighs shaking out of your control. As soon as the words left your mouth, Miller pulled out and picked you up by your hips. Nearly cradling you in his arms, he swapped places with you and placed you on top of his freckled upper chest. 

“Sit,” he instructed calmly, “I’ll finish you off,” he gripped your thighs, waiting for you to move onto his face. You were panting and red in the face and it took a moment for you to realize what he was asking. With another reassuring nod from him, you shifted your body up and slowly lowered yourself down onto his face. You were skeptical and awkward until you felt his tongue glide over the lips of your sex. His nose rubbed against your clit as he sucked and lapped at your cunt. Your mouth fell open and your thighs immediately reacted by quivering. You placed your hands over his, still on your thighs, and cried out. 

“That’s it,” his voice was muffled but still clear as he felt your orgasm building again, “I won’t stop you this time.” 

Your body tried to jerk away from his mouth as your climax came on fast and strong but Miller kept you close to his lips. His arms didn’t let you leave even as you writhed from pleasure. You panted loudly, whining, until you finally orgasmed. Miller felt you orgasm against his mouth and waited until you had ridden it out before letting you pull away. You moved back enough for him to sit up. You were both panting and high on pleasure which made it impossible to speak. Miller looked you up and down, his way of asking if you were ok. You nodded softly and he nodded in return. 

“You didn’t finish,” you observed breathlessly, straddling his lap as he leaned against the headboard.

“No?” He raised a brow, pretending to be ignorant. 

“No, you didn’t.” 

“You’re observant, good for you agent Y/L/N,” he responded evenly, raising both of his brows so that his forehead creased into that judgmental look he did so well. 

“Fuck you.” 

“Already did. Try again,” he tilted his head to the side slightly and nearly smirked. His biceps curled as he ran his hands up and down your arms. When you cocked your eyebrow back, calling him out on his bullshit, he sighed and resigned. 

“That was for you, not for me,” he explained calmly, his eyes meeting yours. 

“Making me finish, you mean?” You asked slowly, your brows furrowed more. 

“Yes,” he nodded slowly and pursed his lips, “that was for you. I wanted to make you come.” 

“And now what?” 

“What do you mean?” Miller asked, confused. 

“What do we do now?”

“We put on our clothes and go back to doing our jobs,” he answered with a half-hearted shrug. You scowled and shook your head. 

“No.”

“No?” He repeated. 

“You want this too, as much as you try to deny it and shame me for it. I’m not just a pity-fuck. Look me in the fucking eyes and say that you didn’t want me,” your voice dropped and you grabbed his shoulders, your fingers digging into his muscles. He held your gaze calmly but his heart beat faster. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he considered his response. Deciding against words, Miller grabbed the back of your neck and forced you into a hard kiss. You were caught by surprise and moaned tightly as he pulled you close and found your tongue to suck on, delirious with passion. His hands wrapped around you and flipped you over where you were then lying on your back beneath him. 

“Fine, how’s this? I’ll look you in the eyes while I fuck you,” he growled and helped himself inside you. Like this, you could see his bright blue eyes as he held himself up over your body. He was already grunting and panting as he started to move back and forth. Both of your mouths fell open and you cried out in more pain than pleasure at this overstimulation. One of his hands wrapped around your throat, his thumb playing with the ridges of flexed muscles as you panted beneath him. His eyes only left you once when he dropped his head to your breasts to take one of your nipples between his teeth. He didn’t press hard, just enough to make you whimper. He flicked his large tongue over your breast, teasing the nipple with quick aggressive flicks. Your back arched and he growled in pleasure against your chest as he allowed himself to feel his orgasm. He returned his head to its original position so that he could watch your facial expression as he came. His mouth was open, his lips wet and pink. His cheeks hollowed everytime he panted, hitting your hips hard with his at the same time. He said nothing as he came, just slowed his thrusts, focusing instead on going as deeply as he could. His eyes closed and he shuttered, cumming inside you. 

When it was over, Miller remained fixed above you, his grip loosened around your neck. He traced his finger up and down your throat in a strange show of affection. 

“Alright?” Miller asked in a deep, heavy voice. You nodded and ran your hand over his chest. 

“You?”

“Alright.” He nodded once. You stared into each others’ eyes, panting and exchanging hot breath. 

“Alright,” you whispered. 

Another moment of silence passed. 

“Alright,” he repeated, staring now at your lips. Slowly, Miller inched closer. Slowly, your lips touched once more. 

Alright.

[kitkatoc9090]

🎵and then she cried over nothing and there was nothing i could stop her from crying🎵

[lovelydolls]

1, 9 and 24 for the music ask game thinggg!!! 🎵🎶🎵🎶 if you can't/don't want to answer any just ignore them 💕

1:A song you like with a color in the title

Blue Hair by TV Girl

It’s just- I like it. I don’t have a reason why just it’s neat :))

9:A song that makes you happy

Noel’s Lament from Ride The Cyclone.

It’s such a,,, song. I love Noel a bit too much and his song is very pretty and like. How can you be sad listening to it?? And thinking about the dance- smiling like a goofball during it-

24:A song by a band you wish were still together

I never think about this tbh- so none of them lol. I don’t actually pay attention to the bands-

[dreamer213]

Growing Fangs: Chapter 2

The Day of Reckoning!!!

It’s a bright Friday; the sky is clear, and the summer heat is finally starting to hit. From big cities to beaches, the country seemed ready for some seasonal fun. Even a tiny woodland town like Moonwood Mill was feeling the heat. Yes, today was looking to be a perfect fit for kicking-off summer vacation, especially for the oldest kids of the town's fullest house.

“🎵 Tonight, You’re Fuel For My Fire!🎵 You Can’t Stop Desire, Oh Oh Oh Oh!🎵 Stop Desire, Oh Oh Oh Oh!🎵”

The upbeat tone blares from the nearby keyboard inside a heavily decorated bedroom. The walls are painted charcoal black, fading to a dusted purple with a white border at the bottom. They’re covered in a collection of posters, decals, graffiti art, and hung paintings of very neon grunge aesthetic. The furniture only adds to the aesthetic; the desk was made from an old light green door, and the worn black dresser is paired with a wooden crescent moon mirror decorated with gems. There’s a little pumpkin craving station near the entrance that’s clearly been used more than once a year, and the nightstand was nothing more than an old crate with worn stickers. The only outliers are a corkboard and the small TV hanging on the right of the bed. The bed itself is just as dark and vibrant as the rest of the room; the headboard is made of soft light wood beams and black string woven into a lotus-style dream catcher. The sheets are white, and the blanket is gray with an illustration of a sun and shooting stars in chalk white. The pillows are lavender and black, with the black pillows having the phase of the moon printed on them.

One such pillow was sat on the chest of the room’s occupant, a teenage girl with dark brown hair and slightly tanned skin. Her hair is tied back in a bun, leaving her undercut exposed, and her skin is covered with the kind of scraps and scars only the most bullheaded of children get. She’s fast asleep; one hand sits at the top of her purple shorts, and the other is stretched over her head. Despite her gruff appearance, her nails are manicured and polished, with black and blue nail art of a wolf howling at the moon on them. Her black graffiti wolf t-shirt is rolled up on her stomach, revealing a rather impressive set of abs. Above them was the pillow, covering most of her chest with one edge sitting comfortably in her mouth. Periodically the edge gets chewed and squeezed by the girl's oddly sharp canines. She’s absolutely knocked out and lost in her dreamland when a loud bang from the other side of her right wall causes her to stir. The bang is followed by several more, an annoyed male voice accompanying them.

“Rachel…(bang)..Rachel, get your alarm!...(bang)..Rachel, it’s 7 am; turn off your stupid alarm!...RACHEL!...(BANG, BANG, BANG)..RACHEL, WAKE THE FUCK UP AND TURN OFF YOUR FUCKING ALARM! IT’S TOO EARLY FOR THIS SHIT!”

The voice shouts; this finally wakes the sleeping teen, Rachel, who drowsily rolls over to the keyboard and turns it off. With the music off and her body already moving, Rachel begins to stretch in all kinds of ridiculous poses across her bed. When she’s finally got enough blood pumping through her veins, Rachel stands up, let’s out a big yawn, and looks at her calendar. It was a new month, and every day of the first week had been crossed off except that first Friday. That day had been circulated in blue marker, and the words “The Big Day” and “First Full Full Moon” were written around it. Rachel rubs her eyes as she tries to focus on the calendar’s marking, and once she can see clearly enough to read it, all the tiredness leaves her face. Instead, excitement and joy overtake her, and she starts jumping in the air with the biggest grin on her face.

“OH YEAH! IT’S FINALLY HERE! THE DAY OF RECKONING IS HERE! WOOOAH!

She shouts in pure excitement.

“SHUT UP!”

The annoyed voice cries in response to her loud cheering. Rachel just laughs in response before dashing to her dresser to grab something to wear. She’d been prepping for this day all year and had the perfect ensemble for what was sure to be a wild night. After stripping off her pajamas, Rachel puts on her favorite black sports bra and a pair of black fishnets. Then she puts in a pair of gray and black striped cut-off short shorts and an electric blue and light gray hoodie vest with a bright yellow arrow decal right on the chest. And to add a little pop, she puts a pair of ripped black knee-high socks with neon blue paint around the rips over her stockings, then tops that off with a pair of blue converse covered in drawings and written, some legible and others are just scribbles. Now set in her neon grunge attire, Rachel grabs her beauty supplies and puts on her war paint. She outlines her eyes with black eyeliner, then puts on a base of black and gray eyeshadow over her lids, then adds some blue in the middle to make it pop. For her lips, she goes for a two-tone look with dark purple on the bottom and midnight blue on the top. With her makeup looking on point, it’s time for the finale, jewelry! Rachel pulls out a selection of accessories from the top drawer and slips on a black wristband covered in fake silver studs to her right wrist and a handful of black and white bracelets on the left. And to add some glam to her face mind neck, she puts in two faux silver nose rings in her left nostril, double faux silver brow piercings on her right brow, then fastens the most classic of punk accessories, a black spiked collar around her neck.

She takes a few steps back to get her full body in the mirror and takes a moment to admire her handiwork before realizing her hair’s still up. Without a thought, Rachel reaches into her hair, catches the hair tie with her thumb, then cuts it out with her nail. The bun comes undone, allowing her hair to fall freely and reveal her bright neon blue bangs and navy blue tips. She takes a brush and starts brushing her wild locks down until it looks slightly tamed but rough enough to match her overall aesthetic. Now that her look is truly on point, Rachel goes over to her nightstand and grabs her phone. She fires up the photo app, smiles while sticking her tongue out at the camera, and takes a few selfies. Once she’s got a good shot, she opens up her Simgram app and writes up a post.

“#TODAY’STHEDAY! #BESTDAYEVER!!!!”

She speaks aloud as she types before uploading the photo and text to her social media, Social Bunny. Now Rachel wasn’t a huge social media user; she had little to no followers and barely posted once a week, but she did like to put something up when something big was happening, like a party or birthday. And today was the latter of those days.

“Sweet Sixteen, Baby! After tonight we’re headed for the big leagues! No more kids’ tables, no more 7 pm curfew!

She thought while slipping her phone before opening her bedroom door and walking out into the hallway. The moment she exists her room, Rachel is immediately hit by the sweet smell of sweet dough and sugar. Once she registers the scent, she dashes down the stairs through the living room and into the kitchen. There she sees her mom Mary Beth stand at the counter still in her PJs, long light blonde hair tied in a low ponytail as she decorates a vanilla cake with blue icing and sparkles. Rachel lets out a dramatic gasp before running up to her mom and hugging her from behind.

“BIRTHDAY BREAKFAST CAKE!

Rachel shouts with the excitement of a small child. Mary Beth looks over her shoulder at her oldest child and smiles; it had already been sixteen whole years since she brought her two little pups into this world, and today, they’d finally come into their own. Oh, how fast time flies.

“That it is, Sweetie pie, and if you want a piece of it, you’ll go fetch your daddy and your brothers while I finish up.”

Mary Beth says in a soft tone; Rachel nods in agreement and bolts out of the kitchen to gather up the men of the family. Her first stop, her parents’ bedroom, was right next to the front door. She dashes over and knocks on the door at a rapid pace and shouts-

“DAD! Wake Up! It’s Time For Breakfast!”

After a couple of seconds, there's a grumble, then the sounds of something shifting from the other side, followed by a loud yawn before her dad replies to her.

“Give me a sec, Rachie; gotta put some pants on and grab the goldens first.”

He states.

“ ‘Kay!”

She shouts back before rushing upstairs to accost her next target, Shawn. His room was right beside hers, but unlike Rachel Shawn had habit of keeping it locked up at all times. He had always been the less social of the family and preferred to spend most of his free time alone. Their mom always said he was just being a wallflower but Rachel thought that he just liked brooding to himself while listening to heavy metal. You know typical edge lord stuff. As she goes to knock on his door, Rachel hears the toilet flush and the bathroom door open. Stepping out into the hallway was the middle child of the family, Ryan. The little man was dressed in his favorite rocket ship footie pajamas, dark brown hair a mess from a night of vivid dreaming. He yawns and looks over at Rachel, adjusting his circle frame glass to see her through his clouded half asleep vision.

“Morning Rachel, is breakfast ready yet?”

The nine years says before letting out another long yawn and stretching out his arms. Rachel folds her arms and puts on an overly dramatic look of disappointment.

“Really? That’s the first thing you wanna say to me today?”

Rachel states, voice dripping with sarcasm. Ryan nears his eyes at her and scowls before retorting.

“I don’t have to say anything until the candles are lit and I get my slice. Besides, I don’t think you need any more reminders after screaming about it for the last three weeks.”

He says with a tone of bored annoyance. Rachel walks away from the door and up to her sleepy baby brother. She gives him a big smile, bends down to his level, and ruffles his hair. Despite being such a smart mouth, Ryan was still her cutest little brother, and Rachel loved picking with her brothers.

“Drop the sass and get downstairs; Mom wants everyone at the table for this.”

She says as Ryan bats her hand off him and walks to the staircase. With two out of three on their way to the table, Rachel goes back to Shawn’s door to secure her last prey. She bangs her fist on the door a few times, then shouts to her, most likely sleeping, brother.

“(Bang, Bang, Bang) SHAWN GET UP IT’S TIME FOR BREAKFAST!”

This gets no response, so Rachel tries again, hitting the door a little harder than before.

(Bang, Bang, Bang) “COME ON, DUDE, ITS CAKE TIME! YOU KNOW WE CAN’T START WITHOUT YOU!”

Still nothing; she’s about to try again when suddenly the door swings open, causing Rachel to back up. From behind the door, out steeps Shawn in a pair of torn sweatpants. His feet are bare, his toenails jagged, painted a nearly black shade of brown. His almost shoulder-length dark brown hair looked messy; the many layers fan out at the ends in a spiky fashion. The young man was huge, at least six feet tall, with a broad muscle-toned body. He sported a little hair along his pecs, arms, legs, and back, with a small trail of fuzz down his abdomen past the waistline of his sweatpants. His fists are covered with healed cuts and scraps, nails slightly long for males, and painted a murky dark brown. Despite all his bulk, Shawn’s cheeks were covered in freckles, pretty chubby, and looked soft compared to the rest of him. Mom called it the last of his baby fat, but Rachel liked to joke that it was leftovers from when he was still pudgy in grade school.

Shawn looked down at her, face holding no expression, but his general presence gave off an air of intimidation. Rachel was unfazed by this; being only a few inches shorter than him and his older twin sister, she’d always been unbothered by her brother’s natural sharpness as she could be just as scary as him and was more than capable of proving it. They have a mini staring contest in the hall, baring their teeth and little growling at each other before Shawn finally speaks.

“What?”

He says in a low groggy tone. Rachel smirks at his annoyance and chimes back.

“It’s birthday breakfast time.”

“I know.”

He spits back.

“Really? Then stop being a creepy loner and come eat.”

She quips back; Shawn groans in response, pushes past her, then quickly jogs downstairs. With her quest complete, Rachel jumps up and pumps her fist in the air in victory before running down the stairs behind Shawn. Once she’s back downstairs, Rachel's treated by the sight of her mom setting the cake down alongside some plates of eggs and sausage. Her dad was putting her tiny toddler sisters, Amber and Luna, in their high chairs. The little golden-haired girls are playfully pawing at their dad’s face, who just laughs it off as he locks them in. Meanwhile, her brothers are setting the table; Ryan’s got half the table set and is trying his best to scoot some of the plates to the other side of the table but can’t due to his short arms. That’s where big brother Shawn comes in and takes the plates and utensils off his hands, setting the rest of the table, then pulling out a chair for the little man.

Rachel watches over the scene and grins; this was how their mornings always went. Everybody helped each other so they could eat together in relative peace. And even when something went wrong, they always found a way to pull it together in the end.

“My big crazy wolfy family.”

Rachel thought to herself, a big smile across her face as she leaped down from the staircase to join them.

Oh, right almost forgot to mention this, but Rachel and her family are all werewolves. Almost everyone in Moonwood was a werewolf, either born one or turned into one. This town was a haven for their kind, as werewolves were one of the most unpredictable magical creatures. Born with some animal tendencies, high tempers, and giant appetites, werewolves could be pretty hard to handle when full grown. But they were also known for their carefreeness and resilience. Their senses are higher than other creatures, their bodies are more durable than most, and they can gain muscle, speed, and strength faster than any other species. Sure there were some drawbacks, like an allergy to wolfsbane, a underline temper, and the odd temperaments, but overall it was a pretty sweet life.

“Today, my life as a full-on werewolf finally begins!”

Rachel thought to herself as she stood at the head of the table next to Shawn while the family sang them the happy birthday song. Their mom’s clapping the beat, trying to keep everyone on rhythm while their dad’s gruff voice brings the song down an octave. Luna and Amber are clapping along and even babbling out a few of the right syllables as they sing. Ryan looks totally uninterested but keeps mouthing the words, so it doesn't drag out for too long. It was a messy performance, but still, it was one full of love.

When they’re done singing, Rachel and Shawn blow out the candles to some applause. With the formalities out of the way, Mama Mary Beth steps in and cuts the cake. Soon breakfast is served, and everyone’s getting their plate filled. The family’s enjoying their hearty breakfast with a side of cake, munching and chewing away, when their dad, Chuck, pauses in his meal and puts down his utensils.

“Shawn, Rachel”

He addresses his two oldest kids, tone flat but stern. Both teens immediately stiffen up and turn their attention to their dad, having heard that tone enough times throughout their lives to know he meant business. Now Chuck had always been a very imposing man with a large build, height of 6”6, and high muscle mass. His skin was a tinge darker than his kid’s, and he was covered in scars, both big and small, the most noticeable being the slash across his right cheek. His dark brown shoulder-length hair had started to gray and was sleek, accented by his short scruffy beard. And with his rank as an alpha werewolf and a seasoned police officer, he had seen plenty of horrors in his day and had grown numb to nearly all of them. Stone cold in the face of even the worst of things, Chuck was and is a force to be reckoned with. Especially when it came to his children, his young, naïve children. Chuck looks between them for a second, then continues.

“Happy birthday, you two. I’m proud to see how much you two have grown up and, thankfully that you’ve made it to this point in your lives happy and healthy.”

Rachel relaxes a bit, thinking Chuck had just come off a little too rough with his birthday wishes, but Shawn stays firm as he continues.

“And now that you two are finally about to get your transformation, there's a few things I need you to remind you two.”

Rachel completely relaxes and starts to wave off her dad’s worries.

“Yeah, yeah, we know that drill. Get out of town before dark, stay in the woods while the moon’s high, stay away from bats, don’t look at the sky until morning, etc, etc.”

Chuck lets her finish, then resumes his sermon.

“Yes, and while I want you to be mindful of all that, but there are still some things I need you two to understand.”

The brunette twins look at him, a little confused and intrigued. For their whole lives, Chuck had never shied away from telling them and their siblings about their culture as werewolves. He’d put numbing cream on their gums when their fangs started to come in, took them for runs in the woods to feel close to nature, and set up a home gym in their basement so they’d have somewhere to train their body and get out all the angry energy when their moods got too intense. He’d taught them everything there was to know about being a werewolf; what more was there to learn?

“Look, I know you’re both excited to get your wolf forms, but the process and the consequences of it are a lot more complicated than you think.”

Chuck puts his elbows on the table and balls his hands together over his plate. Propping his chin on his fists as he persists.

“Now your transformation isn’t gonna be something you can control; it's gonna happen fast; it's gonna hurt a lot, and it’s going to scare the shit outta you.”

“Chuck, language!”

Mary Beth cries while covering Ryan’s ears; the boy himself seems unbothered and continues eating his cake. Chuck stumbles a bit at his wife’s chastisement, rubbing the back of his head and giving her an apologetic look, to which Shawn and Rachel snicker at. When the awkwardness of Mary Beth’s interruption fades, Chuck gets back to business, clearing his throat to get everyone’s attention back and picking up where he left off.

“Anyway, your first transformation is gonna be nothing but rage. The kind that blinds you, it’s a type of rage so bad you feel it in deep your bones as your mind goes red. Do you remember how you felt when the lunar rage hit you last month?”

The twins nod in tandem; that night had been a truly absolutely horrible experience for the both of them.

Now the lunar rage wasn’t something new; all werewolves felt it from the beginning of their lives to the end, so it was a fairly common occurrence. It is a pure feeling of rage that hits when the moon is full agitating every werewolf under its glow. It could be so bad that many would transform out of pure fury, even if they had already learned how to control their powers. Despite that, it was still a joyous time to the town, as the full moon was when werewolves were at their most powerful. Thusly learning to conquer the moon’s influence was a grand milestone in the community but solemnly not for the faint of heart or weak-willed.

As the twins were getting closer and closer to maturing into full-fledged werewolves, the moon’s influence kept growing stronger and stronger on them. During the last full moon Rachel had collapsed in rage on the basement floor, crying and screaming, too overwhelmed by her fury to move. Meanwhile, Shawn ran out of the house and into the woods for hours, returning near sunrise with a dead fox between his fangs. The boy had no memory of how it happened or what he did, and the family didn't ask. This behavior continued until the full moon passed, leaving both brunettes physically and mentally exhausted. It had shaken the family up for a couple of weeks until they made peace, with their growing fury being just a part of their nature.

“Well, this is gonna be a lot worse. After night hits, you two will have ten minutes at most before you turn. And trust me, it’ll be painful, the transformation and the aftermath. You’ll have no control over your actions and will be hostile to anyone that comes at you, even each other.”

Shawn and Rachel looked at each other concerned; even though they weren’t the closest siblings, they were still twins. They’d had each other's backs since they were born; how could anything come between that? They turn back to their dad, a bit of fear in their eyes as their confidence wanes. True to her nature, Rachel tries to shake off her nervousness with a joke.

“So, We won’t get in trouble for beating the hell out of each other then?”

She jest, causing everyone to go silent except for Shawn, who angrily stands up from his chair and glares at her.

“For God’s sake, Rachel, can you stop being an ass for one second and take this seriously! We could actually kill someone or each other tonight if we’re not careful!”

He snarls, frustrated by his big sister's attitude towards the whole situation. Despite being the younger of the two, Shawn had always been picked up after Rachel and her antics. When a prank went wrong, he was the one that helped her escape the scene. If she coped a detention, he’d stay behind to wait for her. And when she got into fights with other kids on the playground or in the cafeteria, Shawn was always there to back her up! He always ALWAYS had her back when shit got real! But still, she never kept herself out of trouble.

Seeing the tension between his kids, Chuck clears his throat loudly, causing Shawn to turn his attention to him. When he does, Shawn sees the look in his dad’s eyes and stiffens. It was a look he got quite a lot growing, a calm but cold stare that said, “ Hold your anger, boy, or I’ll make you.” He took the hint and sat back down, allowing Chuck to continue.

“As I was saying, you two will need to get some distance from the town and anyone else who’s in their fury. I don’t want either of you trying to fight anyone in those forms until you can control ‘em. And I need you both to stay far, far away from Greg’s trailer. Cause if he catches you, especially on the full moon, you ain’t come back. Understood?”

The teens take a moment to respond, but after a moment, they agree to his guidelines.

“ Yes, sir.”

“Yeah, we’ll be careful, promise.”

Shawn states, followed by Rachel’s interjection. Chuck just nods his head and says

“Good.”

Before picking his fork back up and continues eating his breakfast, soon the rest of the family returns to eating, and the morning goes on in relative peace. It doesn’t take long for the lively pack to finish up their food, and they move on to the most important part of any teen’s birthday, gifts! Both got the standard fair of new clothes, small treats, little homemade crafts from the toddlers, and the like. But there were two standouts among the usual stuff, one little box wrapped in blue wrapping paper with a star pattern and one large box with black wrapping paper with a moon pattern. Each twin took their gift, ripped off the wrapping quickly, and were delighted to see what they’d gotten. For the school butterfly, Rachel, a nice camera to take pictures of all her summer fun. For Shawn, a telescope to watch the stars with. The two gleefully accept their gifts and, knowing their lovely work-from-home mother had to be behind this, wrap her up in a big thank-you hug. Shawn lifts her off her feet from the front with his embrace, and Rachel clings to her from behind, squeezing her mom's stomach chub as she wraps her arms around. Mary Beth accepts her rowdy kid's gratitude with joy, delighted to see her oldest pups so happy.

“WOAH! Easy now, don’t drop me, now! Mama’s a little too heavy to be fallen to the floor! Hahaha!”

She jokingly remarks while laughing before they put her back down.

When the afternoon rolls around, the family goes about their everyday activities. Ryan’s getting a head start on his summer homework, Chuck’s putting Amber and Luna down for their afternoon nap, Mary Beth’s doing the laundry with Shawn’s help, and Rachel was playing around with her new camera. Playing around with the settings and filters as she takes random pictures around the house. She’s taking pictures of their pug Romeo when her mom calls her down for lunch. Back at the table, Shawn was now dressed, wearing a short sleeve black t-shirt full of cuts with cameo shorts and black sneakers. The standout of his causal attire is his bronze nose ring, the only piece of jewelry he wears daily. In front of him is a plate of hotdogs hot off the grill. Rachel rushes into her seat and grabs one for her herself, unintentionally swiping the one Shawn was about to take. He groans to himself and grabs a different one instead. They’re eating when Rachel looks over at her brother, notes his change of clothes, and gets curious.

“So you heading out somewhere?”

She asks, head tilted towards him. Shawn takes the remainder of his second hotdog and eats in one bite before answering.

“Just going into town to get some supplies for tonight.”

He retorts, taking another hotdog and biting into it when he finishes his sentence. Rachel is intrigued by the idea and, needing an excuse to stitch her legs, decides to piggyback his plans.

“Cool, why don’t I come with? You know, help you carry your stuff and see if I need anything.”

She states with a smirk; Shawn rolls his eyes at her before returning his attention to his food.

“Sure.”

He replies in a dry tone. Once they’ve had their fill, Rachel and Shawn head to the front door. As Shawn unlocks it, Rachel calls out to their parents.

“Mom, Dad, we’re going into town for stuff! We’ll be back later!”

She shouts, announcing their departure; it doesn’t take long for Chuck to yell back.

“Alright, just be back before nightfall!”

He warns; Rachel smile and then yells back.

“Kay, we’ll be back soon! Love you! Mwah!”

She dramatically blows a kiss into the air, then walks out the door with Shawn. Once outside, they walk past their dad’s pickup truck and onto the dirt road. Their family lived in a house near the edge of the forest, closest to the town’s lake which itself was next to a mini mountain the people of Moonwood called the howling point. The two had never been to the top of the peak but had heard the howls of many werewolves coming from them.

“The highest point for the bravest heart and strongest of mind. Their howls carrying the legacy of lycanthrope onto the wind.”

That was what their dad would say whenever they asked what the deal was with that place. Rachel never understood what he meant by that and stopped asking a couple of years ago. As they walk onto the wooden contacting bridge hung over the river that cut the town in two, Rachel gets up on the railing. She stretches out her arms in a t pose to balance herself and tightrope walks across it. Shawn walked close to her, right arm slightest outstretched, ready to catch her if she lost her balance. At the end of the bridge, Rachel hops off the rail and lands on her feet with a bit of a stumble. Instead of balancing, Rachel rolls herself into a cartwheel. She does three before going into a powerful backflip. She launches herself into the air and lands on a pile of wood right next to a long abandoned lumber yard equipment. She chuckles to herself, incredibly proud of her impromptu gymnastics routine, while Shawn looks on with an uninterested gaze.

Welcome to Moonwood Mill, a small town somewhere between Evergreen Harbor and Brindleton Bay. This place was a lumber and mining town until business dried up many years ago. Most of the buildings were old and refurbished with old mining materials, giving the town a worn-down, angsty atmosphere. This made Moonwood easy to overlook, allowing the werewolves to live in peace aside from the bits of infighting between the two packs that ruled the town. Like their animal counterpart, werewolves tended to form packs for security and socialization, especially in more closed-off communities. The Moonwood Collective and The Wildfang Renegade were like lifestyle clubs with the protective nature of gangs, separated mostly by generations. The Collective was led by the elders who helped found the town and their peers, while the Renegades were made up of the newest generation; the leader was 24 years old. Whether you were in one of the packs or not, everyone in Moonwood respected them immensely. Rachel and Shawn had grown up around both, as their parents were friends with members of both for years. And now that they were finally old enough, it was only a matter of time before they’d join either.

“I should probably hit up Rory soon. See when we can start the initiation to join ‘em.”

Rachel mused to herself as they walked past the library to the town square. Taking a left past the square’s moon dail, the kids finally reach their destination, the Grimtooth bar. It was the only watering hole in town and the place to get a drink or pick up unique tonics and items for many annoyances being a werewolf could bring. The place was made of three buildings; a retrofitted bus that housed the bar, a three-sided shed with a small stage used for open mic night, and the furthest from the road were the doors to a bunker with graffiti of a wolf head on it. That bunker behind those doors was a special hideaway only full-fledged werewolves could enter due to some age-old magic placed on it. How it works only the elders know, but needless to say, the whole area was a haven for werewolves.

The two walk past the open barbed wire gates onto the dirt lot, Shawn heading directly for the bar and Rachel making a dash for the stage area, where several people are chatting at a nearby picnic table. At the bar, the young bartender Celene Lopez is cleaning off the counter when Shawn walks up to her. The blonde smiles at the boy and greets him warmly.

“Well look who it is! Happy Birthday, Shawnie Boy; what can I get you?”

Celene chirps. Despite being one of the newer residents and the only human in town, she had always acted as an older sister figure to the younger kids. She’d only lived there for a few years but had grown a decent repertoire with almost everyone due to her drink-mixing and elixir-making skills. Speaking of elixir, Shawn sits down on one of the bar stools and points to the “specialty items” section of the menu.

“I need two werebies tonics, a few things of dried wolfsbane, and some healing salve if you have it.”

The boy asks in an even-tempered tone. Celene smirks at him, a little impressed at the young man’s foresight and calmness in the face of such a dangerous situation.

“Okay, let me see what I’ve got on tap.”

She states before turning away from the bar and moves deeper into the bus to look for the materials. Shawn’s order took much longer to fill than expected, as Celene had run out of most of her pre-made remedies due to high demand and had to make Shawn’s from scratch. As he waits, Shawn pulls out his headphones and listens to some music while scrolling through his phone. He occasionally looks up to check the sun's position and watch his sister chatting up some of the Renegades.

“So then I said if you’re gonna call me freaky for like my meat raw, then what the hell are you doing eating sushi!”

He hears her joke; this lands her some loud booming laughter from Rory, who doubles over as she starts wheezing.

“Seriously?”

Shawn thinks with an eye roll as he turns his attention back to his phone. By the time Celene finishes his order, it’s dusk, and the sun’s close to disappearing past the horizon. Shawn takes his goods, placed in a sturdy canvas bag, and ties them to his belt loop while trying to rush Rachel away from the bar. Unfortunately for him, she’s too busy waving off the other patrons.

“Bye, Rory! Say hi to Lou for me whenever he decides to get his ass up!”

Rachel yells as Shawn’s literally pulling her past the barbed wire gates and back onto the road. After saying her last goodbye, Rachel finally turns back towards the dirt road.

“You know I can use my own feet, right? You don’t need to drag me around like that.”

She quips. Shawn scowls at her causal attitude and yells at her.

“I WOULDN’T HAVE TO IF YOU COULD EVER GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR AND FUCKING MOVE!”

Rachel’s taken aback by this, but instead of trying to cool down the situation, she matches his anger. Getting in his face and yelling right back at him.

“WELL, EXCUSE ME FOR BEING SOCIETY, UNLIKE YOUR LONER ASS! MAYBE JUST LEAVE NEXT TIME INSTEAD OF JUST STALKING AROUND LIKE A CREEP!”

Now, this gets Shawn fuming; he can feel his blood pressure rise and his skin burn up as they continue to fight.

“OH, GROW THE FUCK UP, RACHEL! THIS ISN’T ABOUT ME; THIS IS ABOUT YOU HAVING YOUR HEAD SO FAR UP YOUR ASS THAT YOU CAN'T SEE THE FUCKING OBVIOUS!”

Shawn snarls, curling his fists so right his palms start to bleed. Rachel growls in response before barking back in his face.

“AND WHAT THE HELL’S THE OH’ SO OBVIOUS THING I’M MISSING?!”

Shawn shoves his hand into his face as his frustration grows into a burning headache. He’s holding his head right, blood smearing onto his cheeks, as he finally gets to the point.

“THAT THE DAMN SUN IS DOWN, AND THE MOON’S ABOUT TO-

He doesn’t finish his sentence as the anger and pain become too much. Shawn falls to the ground and pushes his head to int the dirt. Rachel steps back, her anger mixing with confusion and concern as she watches her brother convulse on the dirt road. As he growls in pain, Rachel notices a red glow coming off his skin. She reaches down to try and comfort him, only to see the same glow on her arm. Not only that, but her nails had begun to harden, her limbs ached, and her skin was starting to burn. She could feel her teeth sharpening in her mouth, while the bone and muscle in her jaw began to shift unnaturally.

Growing sacred, Rachel does the one thing she knew she shouldn’t to confirm what’s happening to them. She looks up to the sky. It’s a beautiful clear night. The stars are bright, and the moon is starting to show, glowing brightly in the night sky.

“No.”

Rachel whispers to herself before falling to the ground, her whole body racked with pain. Dad was right. This was way worse then last month; this rage, the feeling of her organ squeezing, the burning aches. This was hell… pure hell! As her vision starts to fade into a blurry red, she feels a hand reach out and touch her head. She can barely lift her head to see them, but when she does, Rachel’s fear only grows. It’s Shawn; though she could scarcely see him through her own blurred vision, his scent was still unmistakable. But what she could see shook her to her core; her little twin brother was almost completely covered in thick red smoke. The movement underneath was terrifying as his body grew and twisted into a new form. This was the beginning of the transformation, a horrific transformation.

Soon her eyes move up to his face, and Rachel auditable weeps. Her stubborn but strong hearted brother had red smoke and tears pouring out of his eyes. His doe eyes, now a burning gold with deep red pupils, could barely focus as he tried to speak through gritted teeth.

“Ra…chel…ru..RUN!”

The word run turns into a rawr as he throws his head back to the ground, trying his hardest to give her time. This plea shocks Rachel back to her senses; she fumbles to her feet and takes off running. As she sprints toward the bridge, Rachel hears the howls of other Werewolves in town. Her heart is pounding as her feet slam onto the bridge; she can hear every creek in the wood, smell the river water below her, and taste the musk of the many wolves racing through the town on the air. She makes a beeline for the wood, trying to stay as far away from everyone as possible. But before she can get too far into the brush, Rachel falls to the ground again. She digs her nails into the dirt as the red smoke overtakes her, and her body shifts. Everything hurt; her veins are on fire, as every muscle in her body contorts.

When the smoke finally cleared, Rachel wasn’t herself anymore. Her body had broadened, all her nails were claw-like and jet black, her body was covered in a thick coat of light brown and sliver fur, and her head was replaced with one that looked somewhere between man and wolf. Her new body stretched upward, much like a waking dog. And with her head turned skyward, Rachel opens her now glowing yellow eyes and howls to the moon. Finally joining the chorus of wolf children, past, present, and future.

“Awoooo!”

Her howl carried on the wind; Mary Beth felt a shiver ran down her back as she heard her call. She had just put Luna and Amber down for the night and was trying her best to keep her own fury in check, but that howl. As soon as she left her youngest’s bedroom, Mary Beth ran toward the front door. She’s about to unlock it when someone grabs her from behind, pull her arm away from the doorknob and taking hold of her waist. She turns around and sees her husband stone-faced as he holds her back.

“Don’t do it.”

He says, his voice cold but almost pleading. Mary Beth shakes her head before turning back to the door.

“Those are My pups, Chuck. Our babies out there, and there ain’t no way in hell I’m sittin here while they’re hollering in pain like this!”

She hisses as she tries to break away from his hold. Chuck doesn’t waver instead he pulls her close, holding her tightly against his chest.

“Mary, I know how much you love the kids but there’s nothing we can do for them now. We have to let this happen, they need to learn how to control the beast on their own now or it’ll ruin them.

Chuck states in a even tone, a hand reaching up and caressing her shoulder while he rest his head in the crick of her neck.

“But-But-”

Mary tries to protest but burst into tears before she make any argument. She knew this would happen, she knew the day they were born that this night would come, and that this was the only way to let their powers mature properly. Mary Beth had lived through those growing pains herself, she’d been there and survived it all but still her heart ached for her babies. As she breaks down, Chuck never lets her go, holding on to her as if his life depended on it. Desperately trying to keep it together, all while silently praying his oldest will see sunrise.

Meanwhile, Rachel runs through the woods on all four at a breakneck pace. She crashes through logs and rips rocks out of her path as she mindlessly zooms. She stops suddenly, putting her head up and sniffing the air. Having picked up a new scent, she follows it to a seemingly empty patch of grass. Sniffing close to the ground, Rachel can tell she’s close to her target and digs her claws into the earth. After pulling u mounds and mounds of dirt she finally reaches her prey, a pair of rabbits hiding in their burrow. The poor things are paralyzed with fear at the sight of the monster above them, but before Rachel can show her place in the food chain, a growl from behind catches her attention.

It was another werewolf, sandy brown fur with a cream-colored mussel and just about the same size as her. Eyes burning with hunger, he looked at the burrow, then at Rachel, and growled again, clearly wanting her game for himself. Rachel’s not having any of that, she turns and growls fiercely in his face. Who did this wolf think he was coming in and trying to pouch her meal?!

Unfortunately, the other wolf doesn’t back down, snapping at her neck with his sharp teeth, trying to frighten her away. But Rachel is just as dauntless in wolf form as she was in human, she swipes him with her claws and draws blood from his arm. A few droplets is all it takes for a brawl between the two to spark. They bite, swipe, claw, and growl at each other, their tussle taking them from deep in the wood to the edge of the without either noticing. Their right on its banks, and just as Rachel’s about to dig her claws into the other wolf's eyes the sound of a howl breaks through their furry and catches their attention.

Up on the howling point, there stood a midnight black and dark gray-furred werewolf. He was big, tall, intimidating, and oddly enough calm as he stared up at the moon, letting out another haunting howl.

Rachel was mesmerized by the creature’s presence, while the other wolf fled at the sight of it, knowing if it came this way, he’d likely be outmatched. As Rachel gazed, something about this wolf felt familiar, like she had known it as long as she had known the fury. And when its head turned and met her gaze, she understood. The same glowing gold that filled her with so much worry only hours earlier now gave her relief. The warm glow in them and the soft smile on his face told her the won’t thing she needed to hear.

“Everything’s gonna be okay; we made it.”

Hours later, dawn broke, and the many werewolves returned to their human forms, emerged from the woods, and headed home to rest the night's wild antics off. Chuck had been waiting on the porch since the sun reached the horizon while Mary Beth got up to make breakfast for everyone. He sips his coffee as he looks out over the land before and from the brush just past the howling point, he sees his kids making their way home. Both were a little bruised and beaten, probably hungrier than all hell, but alive and well. Rachel spots him first and waves to him, cheerful, while Shawn just gives him a knowing nod. The moment they reach the house, Chuck wraps an arm around each of them and pulls them in for a hug. He gives both a kiss on the forehead and holds them tight, almost afraid they’d break if he lets go.

“Good work, you two; welcome to the pack.”

He says fondly before ushering them into the house for a well-deserved meal. The night had been long, but they had survive, and now, it's time to rest. Their journey had only begun, but for now, it was time to celebrate their first steps.

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As You Wish Pt. 2 | Neil Lewis x fem!reader

Summary| Neil, still thinking about the other day, invites y/n to Gumshoe Video's movie night. The theme (besides vampires) is the 1960s and so she dresses for the part. And like any good vampire thriller- only the good stuff happens after dark...

Warnings| age gap- reader (19) Neil Lewis (27), cursing, kissing, groping, teasing, unprotected sex, penetration, no fore-play.

word count: 4261K

Midnight City- M83 🎶

Our Swords- Band of Horses 🎵

Shout out to the lovely reader who requested a part 2! This is for you!

Please read warnings and continue at your own discretion, thanks!

She can hear the chatter from outside as rain plasters the wide display windows. She stops outside Gumshoe Video and peeks her head inside, sparing her hairdo from the storm outside. Her hair was pinned into a half-beehive and curled up around her shoulders like a young Pattie Boyd. The guests inside turn when the bells above the door announce her presence. They cheer and raise their red plastic cups in greeting and she laughs back, her smile dragging widely across her face. And there he is: Neil Lewis. He’s standing beside the box tv set with a bottle of cheap beer in his hand. He’s wearing a powder blue dress shirt from the seventies and a dark blue suit. His longish hair is swept out of his face and he smiles at something someone has said. When he looks over, he sees her, and his mouth falls open. 

“Oh my God! Where did you get this?” A woman swoops in from the side and admires her dress. 

“It’s a replica mod dress from the 60s. I made it,” she answered with a polite smile and allowed the woman to inspect the stitching. As she raised her eyes, they met Neil’s. His eyes widened slightly as he dropped them down to her thighs before traveling back up to her face. Her dress was boxy, like that of a mod dancer, and so short that it was barely fingertip length (to use school-girl terminology). She was dressed up as a gogo dancer, red vinyl boots and all, for the showing of Gumshoe Video’s The Kiss of the Vampire. Neil bit his tongue as his eyes crawled down her body. Her dark red dress had a high modest neckline but was sleeveless and short. The fabric was a tautly starched linen that didn’t move much as she walked. It hugged her waist with a thick belt but fared out around her thighs in a fixed shape. Her makeup was a copy of one of Twiggy’s famous looks with the exaggerated eyelashes and dark eyeliner. Her eyelids were a bright blue that clashed with her red clothing, a mixing of primary colors. When the woman stepped away, she advanced shyly, resisting the urge to bite her lip and ruin her lipstick. Neil cleared his throat and nodded quickly at Lucien whom he was talking to when she had come in. His eyes darted back and forth, between her and Lucien’s prop pipe. His long eyelashes fluttered as he stole glances at her between pretending to listen to Lucien. 

“Hey! Nice of you to join, I’m Jonathan.” Jonathan appeared beside her and offered his hand not holding a beer. She shook it and smiled. 

“Y/N, I tried to dress for the theme.” She looked down at her costume and he nodded emphatically. 

“I did too. I was going for Ringo Starr.” Jonathan twirled, showing off his bright pink military costume like the one Ringo wore for Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. She nodded and smiled. 

“I see the resemblance. Who is Neil supposed to be?” She jerked her head at Neil and Jonathan sighed. 

“He said that he was going as one of the Monkees but personally, I don’t see it.” 

“He must have run out of costumes,” she laughed and Jonathan shrugged dramatically. As she finished that sentence, Neil broke away from Lucien, slightly breathless and placed a hand on her back in greeting. She looked up at him, curling her toes inside her shoes. 

“You’re one of the Monkees?” She teased him lightly and Neil chuckled and shook his head. 

“I did have a hat on, it made more sense when I was wearing the hat.”

“So you were Micheal?” She asked and he gestured wildly at her for Jonathan, “See I told you someone would get it.” 

“That’s only because you both have weird niche knowledge,” Jonathan wrinkled his nose. “Uh oh, Lucien is talking to two strange women. I’m going to swoop in before he says something weird,” he hurried over to Lucien and patted him playfully on the head. Neil immediately looked down at her, his cool resolve slipping slightly. He was flustered. 

“Wow,” he gestured with both hands at her costume and she blushed self-consciously. He stuttered as he tried to say something coherent. “I’m uh, just uh… wow.” He scratched the back of his head and shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing around quickly before leaning in close to her ear. “Jesus Christ you smell good too.” He shook his head, forgetting what he was originally going to say. She smiled giddily. 

“Thank you,” she whispered. 

“Do you want to see my office?” Neil cleared his throat as he looked around, trying to look natural to everyone else in the store. His slumped posture and darting eyes would betray him if anyone cared to look at him long enough. He replaced his hand on the small of her back and swirled a finger across the fabric. She played with the hem of his blazer, blushing hard. 

“Hey, Neil!” A couple stopped in front of them and Neil jumped back to attention, his arm flying back behind his head and off of her body. He coughed briefly and cleared his throat. 

“Hey- hey! How’s it going?” He smiled distractedly and greeted his friends. They waited expectantly to be introduced to the girl and Neil gasped slightly, remembering. “Oh sorry, this is Y/N and Y/N, this is Buddy and Marcia.” He waved between them and they all nodded at each other politely, exchanging handshakes and smiles. “Enjoy the movie!” Neil said a little over enthusiastically and Buddy furrowed his brow, slightly concerned as they walked away. Jonathan found them at the makeshift bar and chuckled. 

“That’s the new girl,” he gestured with his cup and Marsha pursed her lip approvingly. 

On the other side of the room, Neil turned back to her and licked his lips. “So… my office?” He raised his eyebrows and jerked his thumbs at the separate office space in the back of the store. She giggled as she dug her toe into the ground and swayed slightly against him. Neil’s smile grew as he led her from the main store area and back into the office. When she passed through the door after him, Neil closed it and lowered himself slightly, his arms going out wide as he looked her up and down again mouthing, “oh my god.”

“So you like it?” She ran her hands down the front of her dress and shifted the weight on her feet proudly. 

“I mean, just look at you!” He ran his hand over his mouth and stepped in closer. The desk knocked softly into her tailbone as she retreated. “I love it,” he emphasized and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She was leaning back against the desk, her legs spread and her weight evenly distributed. Neil stepped closer, his body firmly between her legs. She worked up the courage to touch him, sliding her palms around his waist beneath his blazer. 

“Your fucking thighs,” Neil whispered breathlessly as his index fingers traced around the small hairs on her upper thighs. “God…” he gasped softly, already feeling himself get hot under the collar. She rubbed her nose against his and gave him a soft peck on the mouth. 

“Is that all I get?” He whispered with a furrowed brow. He ran his knuckles down her neck and tried not to gasp when he found her breasts. She kissed him again, pulling herself up higher by his shoulders. Her fingers dug into the plush fabric of his jacket’s shoulder pads. He responded immediately, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Neil pawed desperately at her, his hands grabbing at her thighs, her breasts, and her head. He pushed her up onto the desk and she whined in protest as he now towered above her. He chuckled breathlessly and dragged his hands up the inside of her thighs. 

“Shh,” he smiled when she glowered, wanting to cling to him as she kissed him. When she stopped wiggling, he leaned down and kissed her slowly. She held onto his hips by hooking her fingers in his belt loops. His hands prodded further, stroking the elastic band of her underwear around her pelvis. She was wearing cotton underwear and Neil could feel the wetness pooling at her opening through the fabric. He started to fall apart as he stroked her clothed cunt with his long fingers. She squirmed on the desk in front of her and the heels of her gogo boots knocked against the desk, her back arched into him. She moved his hands beneath her skirt, looking up at him with wide suggestive eyes. 

“Here? Now?” Neil whispered, slightly shocked at the girl’s suggestion. “Are you insane?” He whispered beside her ear, his voice laced with perverted desire though he tried to shake it from his voice, still wanting to be the voice of reason. 

“Neil…” she muttered at him and petted his crotch with slow, heavy moves. 

“What?” He whispered, an edge in his voice. His forehead was still creased and he tried to even out his breath as his cock pushed against every touch of her hand. 

“You’re supposed to say, As. You. Wish.” She squeezed her thighs around his legs, just below his hips and wrapped her hands around his hips. Neil raised an eyebrow and laughed lightly. He watched her as she bore into his eyes, thick with desire. He looked her up and down and reached both hands beneath her skirt again, pulling her underwear down over her butt. She had to lean back slightly as he dragged the cotton wad down over her gogo boots. He looked down at the underwear in his palm and trilled his lips lowly. 

“This is a bit more involved than I was expecting but I’m all for it,” he shrugged with a loose smirk and put the underwear on the desk beside them. She smiled and pulled on his dress shirt, prompting him to give her a satisfying kiss. 

“You were the one who suggested that I see your office,” she giggled quietly. 

“I needed a sense of adventure.” He muttered against her lips, his eyes closed. 

“Neil… Adventure?” She smiled lazily and stroked his jaw, her short nails running dully down his neck. 

“I like the sound of that,” he continued to kiss her, his nose crushing against her cheek. A knock at the door made them both jump and Neil turned around quickly, shielding her from the view of whomever was at the door. 

“Neil! We’re starting the movie now and Jonathan doesn’t know how to work the player. You gotta fix it.” Lucien yelled through the door. His silhouette showed through the frosted glass. 

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned quietly and rubbed his face. His erection fell slightly at the interruption and he sighed. “Ok, Lucien. I’m coming!” He smiled falsely as he yelled back his response.   

“Oh, I’m sure you are,” Lucien mumbled beneath his breath and hurried back into the store area. 

“I’ll see you out there,” Neil cringed and fixed his suit as much as he could. 

“Break a leg,” she smiled and hopped off of the desk, her underwear still sitting on the desk. She pulled them back on over her gogo boots and followed him out. Neil walked around to the back of the tv and checked the cables. She watched from the back of the room, a deep blush spreading across her face as she noticed the places where her red lipstick had left smudges around his mouth. She smiled down at her boots and bit her lip, trying to compose herself. Neil stepped back in front of the tv with Jonathan and announced the movie, lipstick still smudged around his wide lips. 

“And now, Gumshoe Video presents the 1963 The Kiss of the Vampire,” he extended his hands to the small square tv and waggled his fingers. The audience laughed and hooted. Some glanced over at her and smiled, she blushed deeper. 

“Nice touch,” one guy called from the couches and Neil stared at him blankly, his eyes then slowly drifting to her. She pointed at her mouth and rested her chin on her fist. Neil laughed it off and winked as he stepped aside and the movie started. She sat down on the couch in the back and scooted to the side as Neil joined her, collapsing with an anxious exhale. 

“Kissed by a vampire,” he shook his head, “why didn’t I think of that? That would have been a perfect costume.” He spoke with his hands, and shrugged his shoulders. She hid her face in her hands to hide her smile. “Was it really that noticeable?” He whispered and she nodded, embarrassed. 

“Sorry,” she giggled quietly and wiped the lipstick smudges from his face with her thumb. Jonathan moved around the spread of couches and perched on the edge of the couch beside them. 

“Nice touch, Neil. I think it makes the viewing experience more realistic.” Jonathan snarked and Neil rolled his eyes. 

“Shut up, Jonathan.” Neil sighed and massaged his face, pulling down on the skin. Jonathan winked at her and she smiled. Jonathan drifted off as the movie started and the title card appeared. As Neil relaxed into the couch, his hand found her thigh and rubbed his knuckles across her thigh. She leaned against him, her head resting against the wing of his shoulder as he moved his arm around her. 

…

“What’d you think of the movie?” Neil shoved his hands into his pockets as they locked up Gumshoe Video, the store now completely dark. 

“It’s a classic vampire movie,” she shrugged and smiled, “no notes,” she added. 

It had stopped raining but the sidewalks were littered with shallow puddles of dark water. Neil chuckled and placed one hand on the small of her back as they turned away from the store. 

“I thought you’d like it,” Neil smirked and she raised her eyebrow. 

“Why?”

“You would 100% be the kind of girl to get abducted by an insanely attractive vampire and fall in love with him.” 

“Well would he suck my blood at the end and kill me?” She pretended to consider the universe that Neil was suggesting. 

“Oh of course,” Neil shrugged his shoulders up to his ears and furrowed his brows playfully. 

“I can’t see it,” she shook her head and clasped her hands behind her back as they walked. She looked down at her shoes and smiled. Neil fell silent for a moment, his eyes once again trailing her up and down. 

“Have I told you how amazing you look?” Neil cleared his throat. 

“Yes, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again,” she blushed and cocked her head to the side, looking into his eyes as they walked. Neil wet his lips and stopped, looking her up and down once again. 

“You look amazing.” He said seriously and she looked away, self-conscious. They were stopped in front of Neil’s house, a two-story craftsman in a dark green color that looked dark blue in the darkness. She looked from the house to Neil’s face, the front porch light reflecting in his bright blue eyes. Neil laughed awkwardly when he realized that they had stopped at his house. 

“Will you come inside?” He twisted his hips casually, jerking his head once at the front door. The girl exhaled shakily and nodded. 

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She answered with a nervous smile. 

Neil broke into a large smile, the lines of his cheekbones stretching down to the edge of his jaw beside his pink lips. They climbed the stairs to the house and Neil let her inside, his eyes traveling up the length of her body as she stepped into the house in front of him. Neil closed the door behind him, exhaling slowly. She met his eyes when she turned back and smiled shyly when she noticed how he stared at her. 

“Do you want to kiss me?” She asked him quietly. Neil nodded emphatically, his hand still on the doorknob behind him. 

“Then come here and kiss me,” she whispered and turned fully to face him. She felt her cunt grow hot and heat billowed down her thighs. Neil clenched his jaw and swallowed, his eyes now fixed on the girl’s mouth. He pushed himself off of the door and approached her, his hips swaying slightly as he walked. She kept her arms by her side as Neil wrapped gentle fingers around her upper arms, right above her elbows, and held his lips within inches of hers. She savored the way he smelled, like laundry detergent and mouthwash. He smelled like what she imagined domestic masculinity would smell like if it could be bottled. She sighed softly before he kissed her, his lips drawing hers between his. He held her in place, not aggressively, and kissed her, moving his head occasionally to taste her from different angles. 

When he broke away she took a step back and clasped her hands behind her back girlishly. Neil laughed like a schoolboy, shocked by the surge of desire and energy he felt just from the kiss. 

“Can I take you upstairs?” He leaned his arm against the wall and pointed to the staircase in front of them. She bit her lip, trying to stop from laughing hysterically from nerves. She took a step backwards and stepped onto the bottom step, facing Neil. 

“Ask me again,” she teased and bit her lip harder. Neil exhaled sharply as he felt his cock twitch aggressively in his pants. The dark room threw her body into shadow and the windows above the stairs illuminated her silhouette. He wet his lips and asked again. 

“Can I take you upstairs?” 

She could still make out his blue eyes in the dark as the windows provided enough light to catch their color. She took a few more steps up, still facing him. 

“As you wish,” she whispered. Neil laughed, thrilled by her little game. He hurried up the stairs but she kept a few steps between them at all times until she reached the top of the stairs. She backed up into the wall beside the window and allowed Neil to close in on her. Neil held her hips in his large hands and kissed her again, this time snaking his tongue into her mouth, testing the waters. They stumbled away from the stairs and rushed into a doorway, Neil catching himself on the doorframe with both arms so that he could turn her around. He twisted her around so that her back was to his bed. 

Neil’s room was exactly as one would expect. His walls were decorated with movie posters with the addition of a few select female movie stars that he had the hots for. He helped the girl back onto the bed and leaned over her on the bed. She weaved her fingers through the hair on the back of his neck and traced his jaw with her palms. He worked quickly to pull off her gogo boots and slipped off his suit jacket. She moved onto her knees on the edge of the mattress and slid each button out of its eyelet on his power blue shirt. Neil shrugged it off and pulled each sleeve over his wrists, dropping it to the floor. She pressed her hands against his chest and placed a few shaky kisses against his warm skin. Neil sighed pleasurably and swept her hair over her shoulders to lie flat down her back. Looking up at him, she moved her hand down to the zipper at his crotch. Neil’s eye widened as she unzipped his fly and slid her hand down into the front of his hands, beneath his underwear. She cupped his erection in her hand and rubbed her hand down the hot and trembling length. Neil sputtered as she stroked him, his hands returned to the bed on either side of her body. She leaned down so that she could kiss the side of his neck while she jerked him off. Precum coated his cock so her hand slid easily over him and she shivered when she heard Neil gasp softly beside her ear. 

“Fuck, you’re full of fucking suprises,” he panted and squeezed his eyes shut. She exhaled against his neck and left a fresh hickey before responding. 

“This isn’t a movie, Neil. You can’t predict the ending.” 

She pulled her hand out of his pants and kissed his briefly as she scooted farther into the bed. Neil watched her breathlessly, his face hot. He watched her as she unzipped the side of her dress and pulled it over her head. Her bare breasts confronted the cold air by hardening. Neil’s jaw nearly fell open when he saw her, exposed like that. All that remained on her body was the cotton underwear which he allowed his gaze to linger on, camouflage by her thighs. She laid back on the bed and propped herself up on her elbows, her stomach trembling with nerves and desire. Neil’s erection pushed noticeably against his boxers. With his eyes still trained on the girl, he pushed down his pants and crawled onto the bed, stopping over her. He lowered his mouth to her neck and kissed the soft flesh there, savoring how warm she was against his mouth. She worked her underwear down and he could feel her hips shift on the mattress which thrilled him. He sat back to look at her, fully nude now. He raised her leg into the air and kissed down her calf, stopping at the underside of her knee. 

“I want to fuck you,” Neil saidbreathlessly as he moved his fingers down her thigh. She smiled darkly, her bow mouth drawn up into a smirk. His cock throbbed in his underwear and hovered above her navel.

“Say it again,” she whispered. Neil raised an eyebrow and exhaled anxiously.

“I want to fuck you.” 

“Again.”

“I want,” he leaned down to her ear and shoved a finger inside her gently, “to fuck you.” She whimpered and bit her lip. 

“Again,” she struggled to say the words, her cheeks flushed. 

“No, honey. You’re supposed to say, as you wish.” Neil whispered against her skin, his finger curling inside her. He smiled when she squirmed and moaned. 

“Ah, fuck- fuck me,” she gasped before Neil crushed his mouth against hers. He pulled down his boxers just enough to free his erection and centered himself at her cunt which was throbbing as much as he was. 

“As you wish,” he chuckled and removed his finger, swapping it out for his cock. He pushed in gently, working his tip inside her slowly as she squirmed needily beneath him. She was tight from nerves and inexperience and he whined despite himself as he went deeper. Her hands found his back and gripped into his flesh. He watched as his cock struggled to fit all the way inside her and moaned loudly when he saw her mouth held open in pleasurable shock. 

“Is it ok?” He groaned and stroked her flushed cheek. Her red lipstick was smudged again on her chin and he swiped his thumb across it. 

“Mmhm, yes.” She nodded and bit her lip as he thrusted in farther. Once her body got used to his length, he was able to pull out and thrust back in. It took only seconds but the sensations felt as though they were happening over hours. He fucked her gently but fast, his hips rocking against hers and shaking the mattress. She pushed her heels into the mattress and arched her hips up into his pelvis. Neil found it delightfully needy and thrusted deeper, eliciting a loud gasp from the girl.  

“Do you like that?” Neil smiled and cupped her chin with his hand. 

“Uh huh, yeah.” She panted as her eyes rolled back into her head. 

“You’re being such a good girl,” Neil praised her and cussed beneath his breath as he felt her walls tighten around him. His hips bucked aggressively into her over and over again and she yelled and gasped in pleasure. He looked down at his cock, slick with her precum, sliding in and out of her. He held her thighs and coaxed her deeper onto his cock, she gasped and bit her lip, her breasts bouncing against her chest. Neil groaned at the sight and fucked her messily, lossing control as he felt how wet she and tight she was getting as she neared her orgasm. 

“Good girl! I’m so close.” He panted quietly and she wrapped her fingers loosely around the nape of his neck. 

“Cum inside me,” she pleaded. 

“What?”

“Cum inside me,” she repeated, more delirious with pleasure.

“Say it again,” he smirked, playing her at her own game.

“Cum. in. me.” Her words tumbled out in a jumbled mess as she started to climax. Her thighs were tightening and her muscles flexed. He groaned helplessly as she came around him.

“As you wish,” he managed to answer as he buckled his hips against her and prompted himself to finish inside, spilling cum into her. He thrusted as he finished and exhaled when he finally pulled out. She worked to catch her breath as he collapsed beside her on the bed. 

“Fuck.” He sighed and rubbed his face. 

“Yeah.” She laughed lightly and cupped her cunt, still riding out the lasting waves of climax.