#I start with soap x reader then i add Good Friend! Ghost then it becomes ambiguous then before i can blink its soap x reader x ghost

[killerpancakeburger]

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Bluebeard's wife

SUMMARY: On a visit to your boyfriend, you end up having to deal with a creep on base, but Soap and Ghost's methods of resolving your problem are... far more drastic than yours.

PAIRING: Soap x f!Reader (and BFF!Ghost)

TAGS: Dark content, Badass!Reader, Established relationship, Dark! a bit yandere! Soap, Dark! a bit yandere! Ghost.

WARNINGS: Canon violence, blood mention, sexual harassment, insults. Soap and Ghost are acting creepy but not towards Reader.

WORDS COUNT: 1157 words.

A/N: Was thinking about how high the risks of sexual assault are in the military for women + about how much the Task Force could get away with (Soap's mohawk is NOT standard issue lol), but it turned out kinda dark. Not my usual kind of content. This is my first time writting those characters, pls be indulgent.

Your elbow connects with the man’s nose with a satisfying crack.

Immediately he howls, pressing his broken nose with one hand, blood dripping between his fingers.

“FUCK! What the fuck! You broke my nose, you crazy bitch!”

This. This is why you didn’t want to meet the Task Force on base. There was always one brainless fucker who didn’t get the memo that, no, despite having breasts, you weren’t here as a comfort woman.

The private is glaring at you with a hatred as deep as it is sudden, one that screams murder.

The only good side of the situation is, with how loud he’s being, you won’t even need to call for help. Already most of the soldiers nearby are staring at you, muttering among themselves. Not that you can’t beat this guy up on your own, but the military tends to frown upon civilians roughing up their members, you learned it at your expense quite early. On the other hand, soldiers settling accounts between each other was… well, not exactly authorized, but it was way less trouble for you.

He grabs you by the collar, his rage only exacerbated by your composure. The action stains your clothing with his blood. You mentally grimace. You’re no stranger to blood, but the idea of this repulsive individual’s bodily fluids being anywhere on your person is disgusting. 

“Are you listening, you dumb bitch!? I’m gonna fucking kill-”

The venom-filled verbal onslaught stops dead as a hand takes hold of your assailant’s wrist.

“Now, now, at ease, soldier. Ya making a spectacle of yourself.”

The thickly accented voice of your boyfriend sends a wave of warmth in your chest. 

Your harasser hesitates a second too long, so Soap makes the decision for him, tightening his grasp until the soldier winces, and finally takes the hint, letting you go and taking a few steps backward. Johnny immediately positions himself between the two of you, shielding you.

He’s been smiling the whole time, but it’s the kind of dangerous smile you wear when you’re about to give an asshole a righteous beating.

The private looks partially sheepish, but not defeated, indignation burning in his eyes. He lets loose a torrent of justifications and excuses, actively painting you as the villain, not caring if he contradicts himself in the process. You don’t pay attention to the details of his speech. It’s always the same “she was asking for it” kind of diatribe. The fact that he sincerely believes that there’s a chance that Soap will take his side instead of yours is laughable, but not surprising. 

You wonder how long this will go on, until the private notices something next to you, and all blood seems to desert his face as his voice deserts his vocal cords. 

You turn your head and, to no surprise to you, Ghost is there. He stands so close to you that your arms are almost touching. Clothed entirely in black, which brings out the white skull on his mask, his presence is as menacing as ever; all he needs to do is scowl at lesser soldiers to make them cower in fear. He doesn’t look back at you, but his support for you is so obvious through the rest of his behavior that he doesn’t need to.

Soap takes advantage of the newfound silence to turn to you.

“Ya good, yeah?” He asks, cradling your cheek tenderly, and stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. 

The question is futile - if you were hurt, he would have noticed right away. But it’s still cute to see.

“Yeah. Not a scratch.” you smile.

“That’s my girl”, he smiles back. “So, what the bloody hell happened here?”

You glance at the private behind him. He’s shaking, and the look he sends you back is begging for mercy. Remembering the first words he addressed to you earlier, you realize you’re all out of mercy for today. Thus, with a sadistic little smile, you recount the events.

“This man came to me complaining that I was unfairly privileging Sergeant Mctavish and that he wanted his turn. Then when I explained that I wasn’t some kind of free-for-all buffet, he took it the wrong way and put his hands on me. That’s when I exploded his nose.”

By the time you finish your explanation, Soap’s expression has darkened considerably.

“I see.” is all that leaves his mouth. Anyone familiar with him would know that for him to start talking by monosyllables like Ghost, something must be very wrong.

Pivoting again, he faces the private and, as the latter opens his mouth to plead for forgiveness, punches him right in the face. Blood gushes, drops of it landing on his face. You mentally count until three, one for every blow, and when Soap still doesn’t stop punching, you frown, disturbed and worried by his conduct. He’s never been one to remain impassive in the face of injustice, easily riled-up even in critical situations and despite his superiors’ orders, but you’ve never seen him go this far. 

You’re about to intervene when Ghost beats you to it, putting a hand on his sergeant’s shoulder. That’s right. Ghost, the voice of reason, the paragon of self-control, their cold-hearted leader, will fix everything.

However when you hear the next words that leave his mouth, it’s like the world tilted on its axis.

“Not out in the open, Johnny.”

The words are whispered low enough that only Soap and you would have heard. They send a cold shiver down your spine. Rattled and unsettled in a way that they never made you feel before, you contemplate the situation in silent incredulity.

“Aye, L.T.”, replies Soap with an abnormally monotonous tone.

Before you can ask what the fuck is happening, he proceeds to punch the soldier so hard in the stomach that the latter collapses without a sound, except for the muffled noise of someone winded. The scene makes you increasingly uncomfortable. You feel like Bluebeard's newest wife, having stumbled upon the one room you were forbidden from entering, having witnessed something you weren't supposed to see, and now you can never go back to how things were before.

You counted on Soap and Ghost’s intervention, sure, but you expected them to put an end to the fight, maybe intimidate the guy a little, and ultimately end things here. You didn’t expect… whatever this is.

Staring in shock at the two Special Forces, you shake your head to get a grip and come closer.

“Alright guys, I think he’s had enough-”

Ghost interrupts you with a hand on your shoulder. The Ghost touching two people in less than five minutes? Yes, something’s seriously wrong. Looking at him, you try to convey urgency with your gaze…

“Simon, this isn’t-” 

…but his next words make you lose hope of winning this argument.

“Easy there, love. Johnny’s takin’ care of it, ya don’t need to worry ‘bout a thing.”

The next thing you know, he presses a hand against your lower back, making you leave the premises, completely ignoring the way you stare at him in utter disbelief… and growing apprehension. 

He had never called you “love” before.

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"Learning to 'See'"

Avatar x COD MWII headcanons

Request by; @defodisturbed

Pairing; just random headcanons of how the Task Force 141 f.t Laswell, Rudy, Ale, Val and Graves would act in pandora (with a na'vi! Reader to orient them 😌👍)

Characters; Task force 141 f.t Rudy, Ale, Val, Graves (I feel weird if i don't add him to the equation), A Mention of Farah visiting HQ.

Warnings: swearing (a lot of it, actually), the reader being called "blue" as a nickname and them acting like a quiet emo sometimes, Price being the father of the group, Ghost being a bitter mf, a small headcanon of Valeria being the reader's crush (platonic wuh luh wuh since Y/N is 19 and Val is like 40 🛐🏳️‍🌈), some Mentions of the reader's past and traumas, Ale and Rudy speaking in spanish, Soap swearing in scottish, Gaz being too curious sometimes, Graves jut being texan and egocentric, Farah becoming friends with Y/N, Mentions of dangerous situations Incluring pandoran predators, slighty injures and new flavors of food ^ ^ (I'm saying this because they're probably going to have stomach ache after tasting Pandora's fruits and food).

Inspired in; this thought that I had a long time ago.

My native lenguage isn't English, so i'm sorry if i make a mistake at writing this, and i'm sorry if this has Spelling mistakes or if the pronunciation is wrong

Note;

The Task Force and the other characters are Part of the resistance (HQ), and the whole situation happends in frontiers of pandora (AFOP)

Also, this is how the reader looks like;

The reader is called; Y/n in this fic and it's referred to them as "She/her".

Origins;

(How everything started and Y/N's backstory)

ꕤ So... Pandora... A beautiful but also dangerous place... You know what they say; "The worst dangerous thing about pandora, is that you may grow to love her too much"..... Well, that's kinda of true, but to before loving you need to get used to its dangerousness... And that's what these "sky people" need after spending too much time with the enemy...

ꕤ After betreying and Getting away from the RDA facility They used to work on, a small team of four soldiers called "The Task Force 141", a female CEO, A soldier from a team called "The shadows" and two soldiers, one of them being an ex colonel that came from an Elite Unit called "Los vaqueros", found comfort on helping the na'vis and saving the environment of this beautiful planet with the rebel resistance of HQ.

ꕤ even if they barely knew the language (exept for the CEO female, better known as "Laswell") and the uncomfortable feeling of the exopack everytime they had to go outside, the feeling of doing something right after all those years of causing suffering was everything they were willing to fight for..

ꕤ And then... There was this native... A "Child from two world", Kidnapped at the age of 9 with some other na'vi children by the RDA (she was the oldest of the children) and trained to be the a good soldier, never stopped protecting and teaching their old traditions (or at least the ones she remembered) to the youngest children in the facility trapped with her, never following orders from the TAP teachers and getting in trouble all the time...

ꕤ After a few years of trying to protect the children who she called her "tsmukan and tsmuke" (Brothers and sisters"), the worst and unstoppable end waited for them...

ꕤ After finding out of Jake Sully's betreyal against the humanity race, the RDA decided that best they could do was to get rid of the na'vi students on their territory. Of course, if that avatar driver was now with the na'vis, then would the RDA would trust these "creatures" now?...

ꕤ After the massacre who only ended with the oldest being the only survivor, the RDA decided to take her hostage, they didn't knew if They could trust her, better to keep an eye on her, specially if she was the most rebel one, who knows what she could too them...

How everything started;

(How Y/N meeted the "trusting humans")

ꕤ two soldiers of the before mentioned team "Task force 141", a tall, pale and blonde soldier who wore a skull mask under a balaclava, better known as Simon "Ghost" Riley, and a slightly tan and more short soldier with Dark brown mohawk, better known as John "Soap" Mactavish, were sended to explore an old and abandoned RDA facility on a quiet and foggy place in the plains of the "Clouded forest".

ꕤ After exploring the base for a few hours and thinking there not much left to use in this facility, they heard a noise coming from one of the hostage room inside, that's where they found the native (She was taken hostage when she was 19 and she was thrown into a crió capsule, remaining the same age until now), who tried to attack them and kill them with everything she got on hand, after both soldiers calming her down, they explained that they didn't wanted to hurt her, they wanted to help her and her kind, that they were there to look for supplies to help some clans in need of them, she didn't trusted them, not at all actually, but she didn't had another option, she didn't wanted to encounter any other humans from the RDA and this people seemed to be speaking the truth.... Maybe she can try to trust them, worst they could do is be lying, and even then, she would probably kill them there....

ꕤ After thinking and realizing there wasn't really many much other options left, she was finally taken to the HQ base, where she was received warmly for the other members, not really knowing her deeply but guessing that she has been through a lot for her to think of humans like that, which; was true.

(yey, new character added to the team :D)

Coexistence;

(How Y/N gets to know human things and she teachs the humans what she knows)

ꕤ Getting used to a new ambience and wearing something that wasn't the TAP uniform after all those years wearing it was difficult for now known as "Y/N" (who has now gotten the courage to tell the humans her name), but that's why she had "The Task Force 141", the ex soldier of "The shadows", the female ex RDA CEO and the two "Los vaqueros" soldiers to help her adapt to her new form of life in the HQ resistance, and maybe she could help these people to adapt to the life in pandora..

(This is now where i can start with the short but kinda interesting headcanons ;))

ꕤ Since Y/N doesn't trust humans very much, Laswell dedided to give her a tablet where she could record Audio log of what she's feeling in the moment.

ꕤ The Task Force 141 and the others have a crafting time where they make small accessories for their weapons, like trinkets, feathers, small pieces of woods and even they had made a songcord for themselfs (A headcanon from @defodisturbed)

ꕤ Y/N has tried to teach the members of the squad (The Cod characters in one word ;_;) to speak the na'vi lenguage, but their pronunciation is really bad (at least they understand a little bit of the lenguage tho)... Exept for Laswell, since she had to interact with other native, she has learned the lenguage pretty well(am i the only one who wants to see Laswell as an avatar 🛐?).

ꕤ One time, she visited the Zeswa clan and bringed a plate back to the base, since Gaz is so curious, he asked for a bite of the food just to taste it, after a few hours, he got intoxicated (Poor guy, he didn't knew that Pandora's food was toxic for humans), Thankfully, he got cured 👍.

ꕤ The squad has showed Y/N movies, shows, music, books, every human possesion they have traveled with from Earth to pandora and have stolen from the RDA facilities they have shut down (i can't stop imagining Rudy and Ale showing Y/N corridos and she's just sitting there, not knowing what's she listening to ;_;).

ꕤ After Y/N bonded with her ikran, the base always has ikrans growls and squeals on top of the roof, since Y/N always lefts her ikran there.

ꕤ Sometimes; Y/N helps Soap with some face paint everytime they have to fight with the RDA Troops.

ꕤ Graves likes to call Y/N "Blue" as a nickname, since they're 'friends' (no, They're not, actually, Y/N doesn't really like him since he's an egocentric mf.... She doesn't really understand his texan accent 👍)

ꕤ The others think that Y/N, Soap, Ale and Rudy have their own dialect, since they all speak in a total different lenguage.

ꕤ Since Laswell is like the mom of the group, Y/N gets usually comforted by her everytime she has nightmares of her past.

ꕤ The same happens with Price, since he's like the dad of the group, Y/N usually follows his lead and feels safe/protected by him everytime they're in combat (also, Price always tells his dad-jokes to her and she never understand them)

ꕤ everytime they have to go out to explore RDA facilities or just to explore their surroundings, Y/N is the first one on bringing her bow and her poison arrows since she knows that every predator could be waiting for them in the next corner of every place (specially the RDA experimented ones).

ꕤ Both Y/N And Ghost are the cold and quiet ones of the group.

ꕤ Everytime Ale and Rudy speak in spanish or Soap speaks/swears in Scottish, she tries to listen to see if she can understand at least a little bit (she can't XD).

ꕤ Since Soap, Gaz and Price are the only ones who use folded sleeves, they always get bug bites and plants/flowers allergies.

ꕤ Sometimes it's funny to see Y/N towering the rest of the squad, specially since the others are full grown men and Y/N is only a teenage.

ꕤ Y/N likes when Laswell style and brushes her hair with accessories and feathers she has acquired during her visits to the other clans around pandora.

ꕤ Soap, Gaz and Ale likes to make competences with Y/N of who has a better aiming with a shutgun or a knife (she wins, obviously 👍)

ꕤ Y/N carries a lot trinkets in her clothes and weapons that the others have made at crafting time ^^.

ꕤ I think that Farah and Y/N would be good friends :D, like... Imagine them speaking of their cultures and their long lost families, Farah teaching Y/N to have a better aim with the shutgun, Y/N styling Farah's hair with different types of feathers and accesories and-AND ALODOEIRKNDNDMD.

ꕤ After Ale and Rudy ambushed a few RDA soldiers, They captured a female human soldier, called Valeria "El sin nombre" Garza, she was captured by the HQ soldiers and taken to their base to interrogate her about the RDA tracking activities. During her lounge in the HQ base, Y/N couldn't help but be amazed by this human female's beauty, who was this woman? Why was she beautiful?, even if she knew she couldn't be together, specially since this human was older than her, but it was just a small crush after (no, seriously, just a small crush 👍)

ꕤ Valeria teached Y/N a little bit of spanish and teached her to have self confidence, after all, she has lost it all after spending almost all of her life in that RDA base as a hostage..... Eventually; Valeria joined the resistance, ready to fight for pandora after seeing what the RDA has done to this planet.

Extra;

A moodboard for @defodisturbed based on this post ^ ^ I hope you like it!

I'm sorry i couldn't have this ready for yesterday as i promised 😓

Well, that's all! This was so fun to make, but also difficult, my mind has so much ideas that are so difficult to describe them, but whatever!

I hope you guys liked reading this and that this helps you with any story you want! Byee!

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Hero!Ghoap x God!Reader brainrot

this is mainly about ghoap cuz i didnt focus on them in the first post and they deserve love too!! and i wanna add backstory :33 based off this post i made and i think i want them to be childhood friends!! (its one of my favorite tropes im sorry </3)

once again this is just word vomit !! not my best but it must be shared :DD but also!! let me know if you have any ideas for what reader should be the god of cuz i really have no ideas and i wanna add more details to them!!

definingly have the vibe they would've meet by running into each other playing in a field when they were very young and just ended up sticking together. simon found comfort in johnny's presence and just sort of started following him everywhere he went with johnny just completely okay with dragging this boy around cuz!! he gets to have fun with his friend!! :DD sadly though they have to have reason to become fighters for plot reasons </33 their village gets destroyed, burnt and looted with few survivors left. theyre both distraught and angry with johnny openly wanting to track down the people behind the attack and fuck them up (simon too but hes silent about it) maybe johnny starts getting ready to start that hunt without telling anyone but simon can just read him perfectly and just pulls him aside to tell him that he's coming too.

I feel like along their hunt they would stop and take care of anyone that were causing issues, probably with just small trouble makers but as they become stronger and more experienced they deal with whole gangs of people (they end up getting the names ghost and soap along the way somehow) they become more renowned for their strength and victories that even cities far off know them!! im thinking the group that destroyed their village became an army and overconfident to the point of disrespecting the gods (probably not all but definitely some big ones) so when ghost and soap become bigger names they are given the upperhand with the backing of the gods who wish to put the group back into place. they basically get to the level of demigods !!

romance wise though,,, giggles,,, somewhere along their journey after a hard fight they would confess while patching each other up, the concern for each other far outweighing the fear of rejection <33 the gentle touch of making sure theyre still there and the whispers of love would be so soft after they know its a mutual love omg. their routines change a little afterwards too!! like simon giving johnny little trinkets to have in his pockets (probably something handmade when he cant sleep) and johnny braiding part of simon's hair before a fight (maybe he braids a piece of simon's hair into his own braid and his hair into simon's?)

I don't think they would actively worship one particular god? they would give offerings every so often as thanks for the blessing or in hope of getting some luck with something (finding info or just having good weather) but they are mainly on their own for the most part. yes they are favored more than others but it doesnt mean the gods really care about them yknow? they both know theyre just a means to an end for some of them :((

so when you start looking out for them theyre both just :OO you actually care about them outside of what they can do!! you help them with small things!! your watching eyes comfort simon when he cant sleep!! you guide johnny to peaceful areas for him to relax and draw at!! you send your associated animal to keep watch if they ever both crash after a fight!! they start to add stuff to their routines that relate to you in some way :33 making crafts of your symbols and having one with them for "good luck" or making a small spot for you at every camp they make or talking to you (aka the open air of your spot) about their plans and what they wanna do next!!

idk man brainrot and lack of sleep are getting to me!! im going to rotate these two in this au in my head for the next month ^-^

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Hi, can you do 141 x male reader who smokes Mary Jane? Would they smoke with him and how do they act while high if they do?

(It’s okay if not!)

141 WITH A S/O THAT SMOKES MARY JANE

WARNINGS: Mary Jane, swearing, talks of fucking (its in soaps part what do you expect)

GAZ

Gaz smoked when he was a teen. Like he was a hardcore stoner until he joined the military. Sometimes he finds himself craving a joint so when he finds out that you smoke, he is completly fine with it. And if you offer him a puff or ask him to join you in a smoke session, he will take you up on that offer. Going on to what he is like high, I feel like when he is high he is a storyteller and comedian. His jokes are acutally pretty good for the most part but sometimes he slides in a dad joke here and there. Now on to storyteller Gaz. Gaz will tell you stories about the adventures he and his friends went on when they were kids. He also tells you about the stupid things he and his friends did when they were high. He has so many stories that it will take him dozens of smoke session for him to start re telling them. Also when he's tellingg stories he likes to munch on chips or cookies.

GHOST

Ghost is completly and utterally fine with it. But up to his early adult years, he was very against all drugs. Then when he got older, and he saw more horrific things and his ptsd and insominia got worse. He searched for things that could help him and weed was one of those things. It helps him relax and sleep. But he only ever smokes outside of his job. So, depending on how you know him, you might find this out early in your relationship or later on. Anyway, Simon is very chill when he is high like to chill. When he is high, he doesn't give a shit about anything. You could stab him and he would just shrugg and clean the wound and stitch it up. Then go back to whatever. Also, when Simon is high, he doesn't like doing anything that involes a lot of movment. He is litterally glued to the couch or bed only getting up to go to the bathroom or getting a snack.

SOAP

Soap would be fine with it. In fact when Soap was a teen, he wanted to try mary jane, but he never got the chance. So he jumped at the chance to try it and its a plus that he get to do it with you. The first time he smoked with you he was a little impaient wanting the effect to kick in quickly. But once he is high, he is very VERY horny like unbelievably horny. Like he wants to FUCK. Fucking is about the only thing on his mind. He wants you to bend him over every surface available and fuck the absolute shit out of him. But when he is not wanting/getting railed by you, he got the serious case of the munchies. Like he will eat practially everything in his path. He doesn't care if it is his food or not, he is eating it. He's like, fuck it and stuffs whatever in his mouth. Also, I want to add that after his first smoke session with you, it will become routine for him to smoke with you.

PRICE

I feel like Price never really thought about smoking before he got into a relationship with you. After he finds out you smoke, he is curious because he grew up very straight laced and doesn't have any experience with Mary Jane outside of drug raids he has particapted in. So when you offer him a drag of your joint i feel like he would take a minute to think about it before taking a drag. He feels a little conflicted about taking the drag for a while before he decides fuck it you only live once. And next time you ask if he wants a drag, he will gladly take it, but it will be a while before he takes you up on the offer of a smoke session. When he does join you and gets smoked down, he isn't going anywhere. He's so relaxed, like it's the first time in a long time that he's actually relaxed. He looks so peaceful in this state, just lay back and does absolutely nothing. Also, I want to add that Price loves to receive head while he's high but he doesn't mind give head either.

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I Will Help You

Fandom: Teen wolf

Characters: Pack, reader

Ship: Derek x Reader

Summary: Derek figures out something is wrong at a pack meeting.

Warnings: trigger warning!! Self-harm and depression

A/N: I do not condone such actions in this fic. If you need help please message me, call 1-800-273-8255 or chat with an online member willing to help at https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/chat/

Reader POV

I was the first one to arrive at Derek’s house, knowing full well I could help Derek prepare the table for the dinner he always cooks. Something changed in Derek whenever it was his turn to host the pack, matter of fact, everyone stepped up their game. Scott always made sure the house was spotless, rented special movies, the pack even went in to get a new television. Stiles bought one too many games to play, Lydia was always overpacked with booze and drinking games. Once Liam got his own place he always made sure that their was a variety of menus and paid for everyone’s takeout. Everyone seemed to be more dedicated to the pack than anything else. Everyone but me.

Once I began thinking about how the pack had changed, my mind began to race, my thighs having ghost pains from previous days. I never hosted pack meetings, am I really that dedicated? I knocked and then entered into Derek’s place, smiling and turning my blasting music down in your ears. I smiled at Derek, walking into the kitchen. He gave me a million dollar smile and continued cooking. I danced around him to get the placemats you helped him pick out. I placed them gently and neatly down, carefully bringing plates back from the kitchen, happily distracting myself from the pit in my stomach. Once the table was set I went back into the kitchen and plopped myself down on the counter, watching the handsome man in a gentle setting calmed me.

Derek’s POV

Y/N reeked of doubt and dread as soon as she walked through the door, a smell the wolves in the pack had become accustomed to frequently smelling on her, never for too long, but enough to raise worries. As soon as she walked into the kitchen she smelled of joy. That was why I loved her so much, she was always happy to help anyone. I hadn’t ever smelled anything sweeter than when she went with me to pick out the placemats, which she did a wonderful job of finding, beautiful day and night comparison as a small reminder to the pack that with every bad day is a good night, and every bad night is a new day.

The pack had been trying to make sure that the meetings were a time of stress relief for Y/N, the wolves could smell her throughout her day, but things seemed to look up whenever she was around the pack. We had been trying so hard to help Y/N without making her feel trapped. She never liked talking about herself, always giving off the essence of anxiety whenever confronted. I am personally invested in her, and I loved it. Whenever I thought I was going to loose control, she would bring me back down, her beautiful Y/H/C wrapping beautifully around her neck, her skin touching mine, it was all grounding for me.

She plopped up on the counter, smelling of brief nervousness and her heart rate skyrocketing. I turned to her and brought the spoon to her mouth.

“Be my taste tester!” I placed my hand on her thigh, I watched her flinch and immediately felt a pang of guilt. I didn’t question her, just repeated “Test it!” She giggled and opened her mouth. That was the sound given by a god.

Readers POV

He touched my thigh, still sore from the night before. Derek seemed to not notice, which calmed my anxiety.

“Oh my GOD!” This was the best chili I had ever eaten. “This is absolutely the best thing that’s graced my lips!” I plopped down going for more.

“While I enjoy your flattery, you have to wait on the rest of the pack!” Derek booted after me, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me back. I screamed and giggled, squirming when he turned me around. Our moment was interrupted by a knock on the door and I slapped him on the shoulder before opening up.

Scott McCall standing bold faced with the entire pack trailing behind him. “It’s about damn time!” I giggled and escorted them to the dining room.

After dinner we all settled down to watch The Blair Witch Project, my night to pick. I snuggled close to Derek’s side while Lydia laid on Stiles in front on the couch, Liam hanging his legs over Scott and his head in my lap. The small boy always did take a liking to me, lord only knows why.

About halfway through the movie, I felt something wet on my hand after scratching my thigh. Goddamit. I smiled to Derek but his eyes blasted bright blue and I smiled dismissively. “I gotta go pee, I’ll be right back,” I gently lifted a sleeping Liam’s head off of my lap, looking back to a Scott who had his full attention on me, who briefly looked at Derek, sharing a secret conversation.

Derek’s POV

Blood. I smelled blood. It wasn’t the first time I had smelled it, and I knew who it belonged to. Sweet Y/N, but why? She headed off to the bathroom and I regretfully decided not to tune in. I don’t want to violate her privacy. She came back and cuddled back into me, I felt safe. I whispered in her ear, “Why did I smell blood hun?” She giggled and didn’t miss a beat, “Period Der, calm down,” she smelled of guilt and sorrow, maybe she felt ashamed of her period, but why?

I pulled her extra close to me, trying to make her more comfortable, I was still anxious about why I smelled blood on her. I smelled it last week, so it didn’t add up, but there could be another explanation, this is entirely too sensitive. I was the last to fall asleep of the pack, minus Y/N, who peacefully played another horror movie. I silently asked her to never move.

Readers POV

I very quietly woke the pack up, except Derek, and helped them out the door. “Th-“ Scott began, I cut him off. “Don’t you DARE wake that werewolf up on the couch, I will fucking tear your alpha eyes out.” I giggled and Scott put his hands up defensively. “Goodnight guys.” Scott gave me a hug, whispering in my ear, “We love you Y/N, Derek more than any of us, it will get better.” He smiles and walked out as I quietly shut the door behind him.

I began bouncing off the walls cleaning quietly. Picking up every dish in the house and washing it. Then wiping down the table, picking up the popcorn, the pop cans and finally felt accomplished after the packs’ mess was cleaned. I began to pick up Derek’s clothing and put them in the washer, picking up his bathroom, carrying out garbage but on the way out to carry out the garbage I caught my thigh on the corner of the table.

I cried out and covered my mouth. Breathing heavily and heart thumping in my chest. Goddamit, I know I woke that wolf up. I was right, he was on me in an instant. His eyes glowing brilliantly, looking around to a spotless house then to me. My thigh dripping with blood I know, hoping it was covered by the smell of garbage.

“You okay?” he wiped a tear away from my eye. “Yeah, hit my leg on the corner of the table, nothing serious,” I began to walk. He stopped me.”Goddamn, my house is spotless, how long have you been cleaning?” I giggle at his statement as he takes the garbage bag. “I’ll take this out, it’s the least I could do.” He kissed my forehead and walked out the door.

I took off running towards the bathroom, quickly replacing the gauze, and washing my hands, dabbing soap on the outside of the gauze to hide the smell of blood. These cuts were causing more issues than one tonight and I certainly didn’t need it. I walked out of the bathroom looking at the incredibly sculpted Derek, leaning against the counter.

“Y/N,” he looked guilty, “I don’t want to overstep, but I have to ask you.” He walked to me and guided me to the couch. “I have smelled blood on you one too many times this month.” My eyes went wide. I can’t do this, not to him, he is so strong, I can’t tell him, he will never look at me the same. “Derek, I don’t want to have this conversation,” I spoke softly, not to upset him. He intertwined his fingers in mine and smiled weakly, “Are you hurting yourself baby?”

My heart skipped a beat, not sure if it was because he called me baby or because I was caught. Do I come clean or do I keep lying? Handling this on my own was getting hard. “Yes.”

Derek swiftly brought his hand gently to my face and caressed it. “Why?” He put his forehead to mine. “I’m not ready for this conversation yet. Can you respect that?” I asked softly. “Of course I can. Will you at least stay with me tonight?” He looked at me with hopeful eyes. I nodded and he picked me up bridal style carrying me to his room. He softly asked me if I wanted him to change my clothes for me or if I wanted to do it. “Will you, please? I’m so tired Derek.” He easily undressed me, completely non-sexual, and redressed me, only taking a moment to make sure my cuts weren’t too extensive, taking his time to view the many scars plastered on my legs. He gently took my hair down, picking me back up and laying me on him.

Derek’s POV

“Hey Y/N,” he began and I acknowledged him with a hum, “I want you to stay here. I know we aren’t dating, but this way if you need me I’m right here.” She looked at me with confusion, reeking of sadness, “Why? Why would you want that? I’m not your problem, I do-“

“You most certainly are not a problem, you’re a person. My person. My heart and my safety. I’m just asking that you let me repay you. Please, baby.”

“Okay, but don’t call me that, I’m not your baby and you’re not going to lead me on Derek. I don’t need your pity. We can stay friends but please don’t, it will make it so much worse.”

My heart sunk. I did all I could think of and I kissed her.

Readers POV

My heart was busting out of my chest. Derek is kissing me. Derek is kissing me. Out of all of the things that could’ve happened tonight, him shunning me, him telling the pack, him hating me or him giving me pity, he kissed me. I kissed him feverishly, hoping it would never end. But I pulled back. “Wh-“ I started but stopped. “I don’t know what it is about you, my pretty Y/N, I don’t know if it’s love but it’s something. Something I’ve never felt with anyone else. I want to help you, not just now, but as long as you’ll let me. You can stay in the other bedroom if you want, that’s okay, we need to take this slow. I want to be your anchor, because you’re mine.” Derek confessed; laid it down on the line for me. I began to cry, “Okay Derek, okay, but we have to take it slow, you’re right. I need help, I admit it. I don’t know that I necessarily want it, but I need it.”

He held me, held me until I stopped crying and fell asleep, held me even when I woke up, held me through me explaining why cutting helped me. He was brilliant to me. Patient with me, understanding, comforting, helped me through my tough times, never judging me for relapses, always calm when he asked me to stop. Never losing composure, taking things slow. Never losing it, never being overbearing. It was going to be okay, I was going to make it. We were.