#If I don't get to then I will bite n kill n maim

[bellflower-goat]

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[hauntedhowlett-writes]

BLOODTHIRSTY

PAIRING: logan howlett x vampire mutant!female reader

RATING: mature | WORD COUNT: 990

SUMMARY

when your next shipment of blood won’t be delivered to the x mansion for another two days, logan offers to help keep you fed.

part two, animal instinct

WARNINGS/TAGS

typical vampire themes (blood, biting), no use of y/n, reader being picked up, grinding, kissing

LINKS

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You're pacing the length of the kitchen, filled with anxious energy. There's a pit in your stomach, a gnawing pain that's keeping you awake and lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling wasn't helping.

You hear footsteps in the hall and pause, watching as the thick wooden door opens and Logan steps into the kitchen, flicking the light switch and bathing the room in brightness that hurts your eyes. He raises an eyebrow when he sees you.

"Can't sleep either?" he asks, sauntering further into the room. He's fully dressed, a tight white t-shirt stretching across his defined chest and biceps and a pair of jeans hugging his legs, covering boots that click against the tile with each step. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his neck, to the thin skin that covers his fluttering pulse, but you look away quickly in shame.

"Too hungry," you reply. He looks around the room.

"Well, you're in the right place for eating. There's plenty of food."

"Not the kind I need."

He tilts his head, assessing you. "You some kind of vampire or something?"

"Or something," you reply, dancing around the truth. You're not sure what you are, not exactly, but Charles has helped you unlock enough information to get by. "Anyway, Charles said the next shipment should be here in a couple days. I just have to make it until then."

"I could help you out," Logan suggests. You raise your eyebrows at him.

"Absolutely not," you snap. You move to leave, walking past him, but he wraps a hand around your arm to stop you.

"Why not? You can't kill me. You won't even leave a mark."

"You don't know what you're offering, Logan."

"I got a pretty good idea," he says with a huff of laughter. "You're a predator. I know what it's like to suppress that side of yourself."

You don't know much about Logan. He hasn't been at the X Mansion for very long, but he's made quite the impression among the staff. You can see why -- he's charming, handsome, rough around the edges. You know of his abilities but you don't know him, not really, and the fact that he's offering himself for your hunger is planting nasty seeds of suspicion in your brain.

"I can't," you whisper. He steps closer.

"Why not? Afraid you'll get addicted, sweetheart?"

He's goading you, tempting you. Your gums ache with the need to bite, to feed, to fill yourself full and find sweet relief from the pain of hunger. He pulls you closer and your treacherous body obeys, ignoring the warnings from your logical brain.

"Come on," he says. "You'll feel better."

It's been a long time since you've fed from a living person, having grown so used to the donor blood Charles is able to obtain for you through various channels, but the muscle memory is there.

You're chest to chest with Logan now, pressed so tightly to him that you can feel his heart pounding against you, can hear the rush of blood in his veins. He smells like the woods and smoke, an earthy combination that makes you a little lightheaded. He wraps an arm around your waist.

"You want it?" he asks. You nod. "Do it, then. I've got you."

You're helpless to it now, nothing in your mind except survival instinct demanding to be fulfilled. The prick of pain as your mouth grows crowded with longer, sharper teeth meant to tear and ravage and maim. You lean into him, running your lips against warm skin and relishing in the sharp breath he takes at the contact.

Like any predator, you give no warning, sinking your teeth into his flesh. Blood rushes over your tongue, warm and lush, invading your senses. His heavy palm settles on the back of your neck, cradling you to him, and the intimacy of it pulls a moan from deep in your chest.

"Fuck," Logan growls, his other hand tight on your hip. You lift your head to ask if he's okay, but the words are lost when he bends his knees and grabs the back of your thighs with both hands, urging you up. He settles you on the counter, fitting himself between your spread legs.

"Again," he demands, eyes wild and teeth bared in a snarl. You switch to the other side of his neck, biting down hard. He moans, loud and deep, hips flexing into yours. You can feel the hard length of his cock through his jeans and the friction against your core makes you whine and writhe against him.

You drag yourself away from him, licking your lips. His pupils are blown wide, the black of them nearly engulfing the gorgeous hazel of his irises. His gaze drops to your lips and he leans in, kissing you like a hungry animal, trying to devour you in turn.

He pulls away from you, begins to trail kisses down your jaw to your neck. You grow tense, the sudden realization that Logan's favor has devolved into something more hitting you like a ton of bricks.

You push him away by the shoulder and he stares at you with a furrowed brow, confusion coloring his features. His chest heaves with breath and his mouth is stained red, lips kiss bitten and slick. The wounds you would have left behind have already closed, leaving no trace of you on his skin. You swallow around the lump in your throat.

"Thank you, Logan," you whisper. You ease yourself down from the counter, the man stepping back slightly to give you space. "Goodnight."

He clears his throat. "Right. Hope you can sleep now."

"I hope you can, too."

You leave the kitchen, the weight of his stare on your back not lifting until you're in the hall and can take a deep breath. When you return to your room, you still can't sleep.

But it's no longer because of hunger.

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Klaus Mikaelson x Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Pt. 18

Word Count- 3.9k

Warnings- Swearing, self-inflicted wounds, violence

“No, because we’re mad at Jeremy right now, Theo.”

Theo glares at me from the front door as I hold his car keys hostage, “Correction, bitch. You’re mad at him. My babe made a small error, that’s no reason to hold me hostage, from him.”

I grip the keys tighter and glare at my little brother, “Small error?! Theo, he cheated on Bonnie! How is that a “small error!”

Theo thinks to himself for a moment, tapping his chin, “Well…he said he was sorry. Aren’t we all about forgiveness?”

My eyes narrow at Theo’s question and I fight back the urge to hit the back of his head with my palm. 

“You’re thinking of hitting me right now aren’t you,” Theo purses his lips.

“Maybe…”

Theo and I watch each other for a moment before the ringing of my phone distracts me. This gives Theo the opportunity to snatch the keys out of my hands and I glare at him as he books it out of the front door.

“Theo, you little shit!”

“Hasta La Vista, Nerd!”

I clench the phone in my hand and press the answer button as I watch Theo swerve out of the driveway. 

“What,” I bite out into the phone. 

“Damon, Pukey. Who pissed you off,” Damon Salvawhore’s voice exclaims sarcastically on the other end of the line. 

“What do you want, Demon?”

I can practically see the eye roll he’s giving me right now as he responds, “You need to get your ass down to the grill and calm down your girl. She’s freaking out.”

“Why is she freaking out? What happened,” I hurriedly reply but realize the asshole already hung up on me. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding.”

—-

“Jeremy, the minute that you get this, call me.”

I play with the blue darts in my hand as Elena leaves yet another voicemail to her brother. I tried calling Theo as well but the little asshole shut off his phone. 

“Man, you’re feisty when you’re mad,” Damon throws a dart at the board and I frown heavily when I see he made a bullseye. Future reminder- Don't play darts with a vampire. 

“It’s not that I’m mad. I’m just, I’m worried,” Elena tells Damon and I line myself up to take my turn. I raise my hand with the dart in between my fingers and pull back. 

“Why? He lost his job at the grill? I think he’ll survive, Elena.”

“He’s spiraling,” Elena defends and I fight back the urge to roll my eyes. 

Even though Elena is my best friend, practically my sister, and I love her, after I found out what she did to Rebekah before the homecoming dance, I’ve been a bit ticked at her. 

—

“You did what!?”

Elena flinches back at my loud voice. I had just gotten back from the homecoming dance 30 minutes ago when Elena ended up on my front porch.

“We couldn’t trust her Y/n! I had to do it, nothing could go wrong. We had to kill Klaus,” Elena raises her hands as she tries to reason with me. 

“And how did that work out for you?! Klaus is very much alive, the only one who could kill him is now dead, and when an already heavily pissed off Klaus finds out you stabbed his little sister in the back, LITERALLY, how do you think he’s going to react!”

Elena just sheepishly looks at her hands. 

“And besides…stabbing Rebekah in the back, after she agreed to help?! Elena…I expected better from you,” Elena goes to speak but I raise a finger, “I’m not finished. Why exactly did you hide this from me? Everyone else knew of this plan, why not me?”

I grit my teeth as my mind goes through the idea that has been plaguing the back of my mind ever since I joined Elena’s friend group.

  “I know I just became friends with you guys and I’m nothing special or anything… I just thought,” I press my fingernails into my palm, “I don’t know what I thought.”

Elena walks towards me and shakes her hands, “Y/n that’s not what this is about at all! Of course, you’re a part of us. It’s just that we didn’t want you getting hurt. You’re human and…”

“So aren’t you,” I interject, “Elena I’ve been stabbed, shot, kidnapped, maimed, and harassed by multiple supernatural creatures. And yet I’m still here. I’m not some child who needs protection. I’ve protected myself for years, and I will continue to do it until the day I stop breathing.”

“I know I just…”

“I think it would be better if you leave,” I walk to my bedroom door and open it, “I’m angry and I don’t want to say anything that’ll damage anything.”

Elena opens her mouth and then closes it. I watch silently as she nods solemnly and then walks through my door.

“We’ll talk soon?”

I turn at the teary brown-eyed girl, “Ya…sure.”

—-

“Ever since Bonnie broke up with him,” Elena continues.

“Rightfully so,” I pipe up as I close one eye trying to focus on the board.

“He’s moody and he’s not really talking to anyone.”

My eyebrows furrow and I look back at Elena, “You do realize Jeremy and Theo can’t go even a few hours without the other before one of them starts hyperventilating, right?”

Damon nods and agreement and Elena just frowns.

“She’s got a point, Elena. And besides he’s a typical teenager.”

“Who’s seeing ghosts and who’s lost practically everyone that he cares about?”

“Not everyone. He still has you and Jenna,” Damon responds and turns around and nudges my shoulder.

“You going to shoot that thing or what,” He gestures to the dart in my hand. 

I take a deep breath in and then out. I pinch the dart in between my fingers and bring my hand back. With one final breath, I throw the dart forward and watch as it lands just an inch away from the center.

I smile happily at Damon. He smirks at me and then quickly shoots his next dart. My smile instantly disappears as he shoots it once again into the bullseye. 

“Die.”

Damon raises his eyebrows in shock at my comment before rolling his eyes.

“Already did that sweety, catch up.”

I huff as Damon walks to the board and harshly grabs both of our darts off of it. I turn to Elena who shoots me a questioning look.

“You okay,” Elena asks him. 

Damon turns around, “What makes you think I’m not okay?”

“That’s a loaded question,” I sarcastically reply.

“Well, you’re day drunk,” Elena responds and I fight the urge to remind her that that isn’t a new thing, “It’s not exactly your most attractive look.”

Damon walks closer to Elena, “Oh. What is my most attractive look?”

“Uh-uh. I’m not saying that you have an attractive look. I’m just… saying this is my least favorite one.”

“I’m going to barf,” I groan out as I take Damon’s hand and peel my darts from his palm. 

He lifts his hand for me to take my darts but doesn’t take his eyes off of Elena, “Noted. See if I can make any improvements.” 

I’m still holding onto Damon’s hand when a British accent sends a chill down my spine.

“Don’t mind me.”

“Fuck me,” I throw my head back and sigh.

Damon, Elena, and I both turn to see the Original hybrid leaning against the table in front of us. 

Damon instantly steps in front of both Elena and me as he takes my hand to push me back.

“Klaus,” Elena frightenly says, and the hybrid smirks at her.

“You’re gonna do this in the grill in front of everyone? It’s a little beneath you, don’t you think?”

“It’s not like he couldn’t just compel everyone here Damon. So don’t piss the guy off,” I lean up to whisper to the vampire.

“It appears the princess here is the only one of you with a set of brain cells,” Klaus glances at me and then his eyes move to my hand that is gripping Damon’s. The Original’s eyes narrow and I quickly detach my hand from Damon’s. Confusion fills me as I see a smirk build onto Klaus’ face at the move and he looks at me once more before turning back to Damon. 

“I just came down to my local pub to grab a drink with a mate,” Klaus turns around to a brunette man standing behind him, “Get a round, then, would you, Tony?”

“I’m surprised you stuck around town long enough for happy hour.”

“My sister seems to be missing. Need to sort that out,” At Klaus’ mention of Rebekah a feeling of guilt washes through me and I fight the urge to not glare at Elena. 

“Cute, blonde bombshell, psycho. Shouldn’t be too hard to find,” Damon sarcastically responds. 

“It’s almost like the pot calling the kettle black, Salvawhore,” I’m not sure why I’m defending the blonde Original but something about Damon insulting her pisses me off. 

I once again gain Klaus’ attention but this time his smirk drops slightly and an odd look covers his face. As if he’s not sure why I defended his sister either. 

Klaus quickly turns his attention back to Damon and stalks towards us, “Truth is… I’ve grown to rather like your little town. Thinking I might fancy myself a home here.”

“And what is so special about this little town? There are plenty of others for you to inhabit and rule over,” Damon snarks and Klaus narrows his eyes.

“I have some reasons… or maybe just one,” Klaus smirks at Damon but I could’ve sworn he glanced at me for a split second. 

“I imagine you’re wondering how does this affect you,” I try to take a step back, but Klaus grabs my hand and pulls my fingers apart. I try to fight him but his hold is firm as he takes the darts out of my hand. He pauses for a moment when he sees the small red fingernail marks in my palm. I release a deep breath as he traces his thumb over the marks. 

I furrow my brows as I look up to the man who appears to be in thought. But a moment later he locks eyes with me and his once thoughtful look turns into a glare as he pretty much rips his hand from mine and storms by me. 

“The answer is, not in the slightest. As long as I get what I want and everyone behaves themselves you can go on living your little lives however you choose,” Klaus turns over his shoulder to look at Elena, “You have my word.”

I roll my eyes at Klaus’ mocking tone. 

“What more could you possibly want,” Elena shakes her head at the man.

Klaus points at her and takes a step forward into her space, “Well, for starters… you can tell me where I might find Stefan.”

Damon steps over to them and places himself between the two, “Stefan skipped town the second he saved your ass.”

Klaus turns back around, “Well, you see, that is a shame.”

He quickly shoots the dart and I groan as he makes a perfect bullseye.

“Seriously?!”

Klaus doesn’t spare me a glance as he walks back over to the other two.

“Your brother stole from me. I need him found so I can take back what’s mine.”

“That sounds like a Klaus and Stefan problem,” My eyes practically fall out of their sockets at Elena’s comment. 

Klaus tilts his head and starts walking toward her and I find myself going to step in between them but Damon beats me to it. Klaus turns and smirks at the younger vampire, letting out a low laugh. And I feel my face warm up at the sound. Really dude?!

Klaus turns back to Elena, “Well, this is me broadening the scope, sweetheart.”

Klaus stands back up to his full height and smirks devilishly at the two before walking away. 

Damon and Elena look at each other worriedly and a thought goes into my mind. 

“I’ve actually got to go. I’ll talk to you guys later,” I grab my bag and quickly run off before either of them can say anything.

 I turn the corner of the restaurant where I had seen Klaus just walk down but when I turn I see no one. I frown as the idea I had quickly falls away.

I turn back around but jump back surprised, seeing Klaus leaning against the wall not even a foot away. He’s looking at me oddly and I fight back the wave of nervousness I get from being so close to him. Nervousness because he could kill me at any moment. No other reason. 

“Looking for someone?’’

I grip my bag strap tighter as I bounce lightly on my feet.

“Yes, actually. You.”

My answer seems to confuse him as he tilts his head, “Oh? And why is that?”

I blow out a breath of air, “I had to ask you a question…or two.”

I watch silently as Klaus watches me as well. He leans forward and stands up. He starts walking, or stalking, towards me and I try to find the willpower not to take any steps back in fear. But as he comes to stand so close our feet practically touch, that becomes hard. 

“And what makes you think you can ask me any questions?”

“Because you have such a pleasant demeanor?”

Klaus’ upper lip twitches for a moment, “Is that so?”

“If I say yes will you let me ask you my questions?”

Klaus looks down at me and his eyes make their way over my face. 

“I have things to do, you can ask two questions only,” He pauses for a moment, “And for each question…you have to answer one of mine.”

I frown at his deal, but I still nod.

“Fine.”

Klaus smirks, “Then ask away, Princess.”

“I hate it when you call me that,” I snarl and he lets out a laugh that makes my chest hurt.

“That wasn’t a question.”

“Fucking fine… Why do you have Alastair stalk me?”

Klaus doesn’t seem surprised by my question as he once again leans back against the wall. 

“I can’t answer that,” He replies and raises his hand to glance at his fingernails. 

“Seriously! Are you serious right now!? For months I thought this guy was my first friend that I made on my own and then next thing I know NOPE HE’S A FUCKING VAMPIRE!”

My outburst has Klaus quickly leaning down into my face, “I suggest you keep that voice of yours down,” He glares at me, “For one, we wouldn’t want any of the locals to know about your little friend’s secret…and two, I don’t take kindly to people who raise their voices at me. Matter of fact, the last person who did, I ripped out their spleen and fed it to them.”

I clench my fists hard as I glare at the man, “Is that what you’re going to do to me then,” I bite out and Klaus leans in so our noses are almost touching.

“Trust me, Princess. What I have planned for you is far worse.”

I take a step back in shock, “So you do have something planned for me? Is that why Alastair is following me.”

Klaus closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose as if my presence irritates him. To which, it probably does.

“To answer your question, perhaps. Let’s just say I need you to stay as you are, pretty, unharmed, and horribly obnoxious.”

I pause and my glare instantly drops, “Wait…you think I’m pretty?’’

Klaus goes back to leaning against the wall and staring at his fingernails, “Is that the only thing you heard? Not the obnoxious part?”

I frown at his comment, “Takes one to know one.”

Klaus turns his attention back to me and smirks, “You think I’m pretty too?”

I deadpan at the man, “No. I was calling you obnoxious aswell.”

Klaus smirks at me some more before shrugging his shoulders, “Whatever, you say. Besides…your heart tells a different story.”

I freeze up and can feel the warmth coming back onto my face as Klaus smirks down at me. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I try to deny and Klaus’ smirk somehow deepens. 

“Umhm,” He raises a finger and drags it over my warm cheek. I shove his hand away and he lets out another laugh. 

"I think you might be catching a fever then. Your face feels hot."

I slap his hand away quickly.

“Just ask your stupid question, already!”

Klaus leans back and thinks to himself a moment before raising his hand to show me his palm.

“Why do you do that?”

I frown and he takes this as a sign to explain.

“I saw those fingernail cuts in your palm. Why do you do that?”

I pause again and shake my head in denial.

“Don’t try to lie to me, I can hear your heartbeat,” Klaus sternly says and I sigh.

“I don’t know why I do it,” I lean back against the wall next to him and bring my right hand up to look at my palm. The crescent-shaped marks are freshly red and ugly. 

“Sometimes I get angry and think it would be better to hurt myself than those around me,” I say my thoughts out loud, and then freeze when I realize what I had just said. I look over to Klaus but he’s already looking at me. 

“I’d rather hurt those around me than hurt myself,” He remarks and then looks at my palm that I still have raised, “You should too.”

“That’s where we’re different,” I lower my hand and put it into my sweatshirt pocket, “I don’t want to hurt those around me. And I don’t get joy from it either.”

Klaus narrows his eyes at me, “Your mistake.”

“Is it though? Is not wanting to hurt others truly that bad?”

Klaus tightens his jaw and then quickly grabs my hand from my pocket and shoves it to my face, “When it results in you hurting yourself then yes, Astin Min. I would much rather you hurt everyone else.”

“Why? Why does it matter to you,” I question him and he drops my hand and stares at the wall in front of us. 

“Is that your second question?”

I bite my lip and then cross my arms over my chest, “No.”

Klaus doesn’t turn to me, “Then ask your second one already.”

  I pause for a moment thinking over if I really want to ask him this, “Um… when you get your family back from Stefan,” Klaus turns his head slightly to look at me, “Will you wake Elijah up?”

At the mention of his brother Klaus’ once calm demeanor seems to darken. 

“And why do you care,” He stands up and takes a step away from me.

I shrug my shoulders trying to act nonchalant, “I just don’t think he should stay daggered.”

Klaus’ nostrils flare and my nervousness from before comes back as it looks like he’s going to kill something. Or someone. 

“My brother will be awoken when I wake him,” Klaus practically snarls out.

“That’s not the answer I wanted,” I glare at him.

“Too bad. My turn,” He harshly says, “Who shot you?”

I frown at the question. 

“Excuse me?”

“I want an answer, Princess. Who. Shot. You,” Klaus stalks towards me with every word.

“Why do you care?”

“You’re out of questions.”

“Why? Want to tell them they have a nice aim or something?”

Klaus’ blue eyes darken and a chill goes through my body.

“Fine,” I sigh, “It was the Sheriff. But it was an accident. She meant to shoot Damon.”

Klaus continues to stare at me for a moment before rolling his shoulders and nodding his head.

“This has been a fun chat, Princess. Unluckily for the both of us, I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other soon.”

That’s the last thing Klaus says before he walks back down the hall and I’m left somehow more angry and pissed off than ever.

— 

“Of course, Elena. Theo and I will be home all night. Once again I’m so sorry. Let me know if you guys need anything.”

I hang up the phone and then run a hand over my face. 

“Are you okay?”

 I quickly fake a smile at Theo as he walks into the kitchen.

“Ya, I’m totally good,” I lie. How exactly was I supposed to tell my little brother his football captain compelled his best friend to walk in front of a speeding car driven by a hybrid?

Actually… 

“Your football captain compelled Jeremy to walk in front of a speeding car driven by a hybrid,” I quickly blurt out to Theo who is staring at me blankly. 

“Wait…Tyler did what?!” 

I raise my hands up realizing I could’ve eased him into this. 

“Tyler’s a hybrid. Which is a vampire slash werewolf mix. And vampires and werewolves both exist because the supernatural exists. Caroline, Stefan, and Damon are all vampires. Elena is a doppelganger which means she's got an old-ass twin who is also a vampire… Um, Bonnie is a witch, and um… I think that’s it. I wanted to tell you but I also wanted to protect you. But with everything going on and with Jeremy almost getting killed I realized that leaving you in the blue might be the worst thing to do. I am so sorry.”

Theo blinks at me. And then blinks at me again. 

“I know this is a lot to handl-”

“I know.”

I frown at Theo’s words, “You mean you know this is a lot to handle?”

Theo walks by me and grabs an apple from the dining table, “Nope.”

I open and close my mouth about a thousand times and Theo just watches me as he eats his apple. He’s got about halfway through it before he speaks again.

“Is Jeremy okay?”

I open my mouth again and then just silently nod at my brother’s chill deamor. 

Theo nods, “Good,” and then takes another bite. 

“Good? What the hell do you mean good?!”

I throw my hands into my hair and pull on it in exasperation. My brother leans against the kitchen island and watches my tantrum with a bored face.

“Would you have rather Jeremy been not good,” He asked nonchalantly and I think I’m going to scream. 

“What the hell is going on?!”

Theo must be getting tired of my screaming because he throws the apple core in the trash and then walks back over to me, “Jeremy told me about the supernatural like weeks ago. He knew what it was like being left in the dark and didn’t want that for me. Unlike him though, who had a hissy fit when his sister kept it from him, I understand why mine did it. I appreciate you trying to keep me out of this, but when my main bitch, and my sister are a part of the supernatural world. That means I am too.”

I stand with my mouth hung open as my brother pats me on my shoulder, “I’m going to let you have a moment to yourself. We’ll chat later.”

I watch bewildered as Theo casually walks down the hall and back towards his room.

What the fuck?!

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan arena beasts/fighters + handler reader. Reader is an average human working at a zoo/shelters abducted and thrown into a life of caring for a galactic tyrant's playthings due to their experience with animals. Not an idea choice for the job, but with everyone who's had the job before being maimed, killed, or worse they were running out of options. Reader does the best with what they're given. They find solitude with the other captives to an extent and some of the more feral creatures remind them of stray cats and dogs they knew back home. They treat those who allow as those same poor creatures out of habit and to cope with their new life. Others are so aggressive they have to be blindfold and sedated to even get close. Reader still tries to comfort them despite the many scratches and bites they receive

A little mix up happens where a warrior meant to fight the big bad of the area had already been slain by the beast. With no alternative, reader gets sent out instead as sacrifice to appease the blood hungry masses. They cower in the corner as the beast's mask is removed, praying their battered body at least gets shipped home so they have a proper burial and their family has some clue to what happened to them. They cast their small dagger away still unable to defend themselves against what they only see as a frightened animal protecting its own skin. The beast lifts them off the ground like a ragdoll holding them high for the crowd to see as its fangs draw from its scarred lips - breaking the band around its wrist that would seal reader's victory.

The beast ties the rope around reader's neck as the announcer declares them victor by default. The crowd boos, but as the beast snaps the neck of one of the guards and throws the limb body into the arena their demands are met. Reader quakes from the sheer disbelief of the whole ordeal, and still being trapped in the beast's arms as it coos. It takes over a dozen guards to get them to separate the two. They try again with another beast reader has care for and the same thing happens. Watching the live footage closely it's clear to experts the skilled fighters allow themselves to get injured to be coddled and tended to by reader. When rations are given they try to feed reader a share of their meals. The number of casualties skyrocket when reader's taken away or new caretakers are introduced. The beasts demand their head pats and ear scratches for their winnings and they want it from one source alone.

-

The emperor is quite amused by this revelation. It perfectly masks his paranoia in the case of his pets rising against him for whatever reason and choosing the earthling as their new overlord which few have spoken of in whispers. He's torn between killing them to null his fears and befriending them to puppeteer his pets craftfully from the shadows. He decides on the latter since getting rid of them would only anger his pets. That and it would be so easy to trick the human with his charms. Few can resist the words and body of a king, after all.

"Y/n, darling, it's so good to see you! So glad you could make it. How have things been, hm?"

"I'd like to go home, please."

"Hahaha! Oh, you're so cute with your little jokes! You may enjoy your meal in due time, but I have a favor to ask of you from a friend to a king. In the case of I don't know - my pets slaughtering my entire legion and storming my castle walls to behead me and crown you ruler - would you pretty please ask them to - not do that?"

"That....sounds like it would be out of my hands."

"Right. Changing subject, you are aware I have been topless this whole conversation and my bed is right behind me. Why haven't you attempted to have your way with me by now? Not saying you could - but you can always try."

The emperor upgrades their room to one right next to his, but they hardly sleep there favoring their time caring for the others and because they'd rather stay there than see him in a state of undress on their mattress. The emperor mimics the cooing that gets wounded beasts extra smothering from their handler, but reader mostly ignores him. He grows jealous seeing them fast asleep in a cell kept warm by the body heat of the battle scarred creatures around them. He's been scarred by attempted assassinations in the past - why doesn't he get cuddles too? Combats this jealously by making a royal decree that reader has to sit with him during every battle and on his lap if they wish to stay out of his sight afterwards. Requests for reader's fredom and hand in marriage and when a champion is chosen are banned almost immediately.

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Hey, I’m the anon that requested the last Crimson one shot! Ty for taking my request! I will gladly ask for more, as I’m still obsessing over him atm! Could you do some hcs of him with a socially awkward/anxious reader? It may be a bit weird but it would mean a lot! And pwease make him nice (to us) :3. Thanks! ❤️ 😈

Crimson Knolastname x GN!Reader Headcanonss

Also this reader is anxious, there is references to pulling your own hair, chewing your nails, biting your knuckles

TW because this us an 18+ show I'm writing about. It may include cussing, sexual themes, and more.

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Y/N sat on the floor underneath Crimson's desk, back pressed against the side where the drawers lay, writing in their journal to make scenarios and possible reactions. Most of them were either too obscure or made Y/N sound more confident, but it helped a lot. They glanced up at Crimson silently, watching him type on the computer, face unnaturally calm. Y/N scoot around so the side of their head rest against his leg, continuing to write as the typing slowed because one hand rest on

Y/N's head.

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- Crimson doesn't entirely understand the concept of deep-rooted anxiety or any reason for being shy other than lying

- it takes some time for him to understand but when he does he becomes very protective

- Y/N: live laugh love

crimson: bite maim kill

- he trues to make you laugh if he notices you getting tense, but sometimes it doesn't help

- he doesn't know what to do when you won't talk to him, sitting in silence and bouncing your leg

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Crimson gave up on trying to actually communicate and slid down the wall to sit next to Y/N with a sigh, taking his hat off and leaning his head against the wall. Y/N was messing with their hair, tugging and detailing the strands until they came out between their fingers. Crimson watched silently for a moment.

"You can't do that anymore, honey. You'll go bald."

"Maybe that's the point."

"It's not."

He reached over and took Y/N's hands away carefully. Y/N was prone to yank away violently when they were acting like this. There was a bandaid over several of Y/N's fingertips where they had chewed the nails down too far before Crim could stop them. He sighed, pulling Y/N closer, resting Y/N's hands on his knee.

"Where's your journal?"

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- he definetly learns little breathing techniques with you because Chaz used to make fun of you

- of course he can't anymore-

- but he likes it and catches himself using them when he gets over-angry at a stupid worker when shooting them doesn't help

- he notices you biting your knuckles one day when you're talking with a few of his colleagues

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Y/N nods absently, not really paying attention to the conversation as it happened. The attention was directed directly to them, since the conversation was about their bosses new lover, but Y/N felt more like an object then a person. They bit down particularly hard after a question about their sex life and winced, pulling their knuckle away in suprise. Crimson appeared immediately, wrapping a damp paper towel around it and glaring at the loan sharks.

"That's not a real appropriate question, is it fellas?"

A chorus of apologies and excuses were made, but Crimson paid them no mind. He shot the question asker and Y/N smiled faintly as the others scrambled quickly.

Crim applied more pressure to the bleeding knuckle and Y/N pulled away, recoiling.

"S-Sorry-"

"No, it's okay. I was a little too late to get that stupid finger out of your mouth."

"It's okay. I didn't even realize."

"You have a million little fidget things, you don't even use them."

The question was surly, but Y/N simply ignored it. They held Crimson's hand, using their thumb to play with his.

"I guess I just like your hands better."

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IDK WHAT ELSE SO I TRIED THANK YOU FOR READING H

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Never After (SGE x Reader) - Chapter 3

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I wasn't sure why six wolves needed to punish Sophie instead of one, but I assumed it was to make a point.

They bound her to a spit, stuffed an apple in her mouth, and paraded her like a banquet pig through the six floors of Malice Hall. Lining the walls, new students pointed and laughed, but laughs turned to frowns when they realized this freak in pink would be one of their bunk mates. The wolves towed whimpering Sophie past Rooms 63, 64, 65, then kicked open Room 66 and flung her in. Sophie skidded until her face smacked into a warted foot.

I hastily slipped inside the room before the wolves could slam the door on my neck.

"I told you we'd get her," said a tall girl with greasy black hair streaked red, black lipstick, a ring in her nose, and a terrifying tattoo of a buckhorned, red-skulled demon around her neck. The girl glared at Sophie, black eyes flinting. "She even smells like an Ever."

"The fairies will retrieve it soon enough," said a voice across the room.

I swung my head to an albino girl with deathly white hair, white skin, and hooded red eyes, feeding stew from a cauldron to three black rats. "Pity. We could slit its throat and hang it as a hall ornament."

"How rude," said a third.

I turned to a smiley brown-haired girl on the bed, round as a hot air balloon, chocolate ice pop in each stumpy fist. "Besides, it's against the rules to kill other students."

"How about we just maim her a bit?" said the albino.

"I think she's refreshing," said the plump one, biting into the ice pop. "Not every villain has to smell and look depressed."

"She's not a villain," the albino and the tattooed girl snapped in unison.

Sophie wriggled from her ropes and stood, scanning the dorm. A moment later, she gasped. "Where's the mirror?"

"Let me guess," the tattooed girl snorted. "It's Bella or Ariel or Anastasia."

"It looks more like a Buttercup or Sugarplum," said the albino.

"Or a Clarabelle or Rose Red or Willow-by-the-Sea."

"Sophie." Sophie stood in a cloud of soot. "My name is Sophie. I'm not a 'villain,' I'm not an 'it,' and yes, I clearly don't belong here, so—"

The albino and the tattooed girl were doubled over laughing. "Sophie!" the second cackled. "It's worse than anyone could have imagined!"

"Anything named Sophie doesn't belong here," the albino wheezed. "It belongs in a cage."

"I belong in the other tower," said Sophie, trying to stay above their cattiness, "which is why I need to see the School Master."

"'I need to see the School Master,'" the albino mimicked. "How about you jump out the window and see if he catches you?"

"You all have no manners," snarfled the round girl, mouth full. "I'm Dot. This is Hester," she said, pointing at the tattooed girl. "And this ray of sunshine," she said, pointing at the albino, "is Anadil."

Anadil spat on the floor.

"Welcome to Room 66," said Dot, and with a swish of her hand swept the ashes off the unclaimed bed.

Sophie winced at moth-eaten sheets with ominous stains. "Appreciate the welcome, but I really should be going," she said, backing against the door. "Might you direct me to the School Master's office?"

"Princes must be so confused when they see you," said Dot. "Most villains don't look like princesses."

"She's not a villain," Anadil and Hester groaned.

"Do I have to make an appointment to see him?" pressed Sophie. "Or do I send him a note or—"

"You could fly, I suppose," Dot said, pulling two chocolate eggs from her pocket. "But the stymphs might eat you."

"Stymphs?" asked Sophie.

"Those birds that dropped us off, love," garbled Dot as she chewed. "You'd have to get past them. And you know how they hate villains."

"For the last time, she's not a villain," I said, folding my arms.

The three witches blinked, as if noticing my presence for the first time.

"Who are you?" Anadil asked hostilely.

"Y/n," I replied. "And there's obviously been a mix-up here. I mean, there were three of us children kidnapped this year. Not two. So if you could just point us in the direction of the School Master's office, it'd be very appreciated."

Hester scowled. "Are you. . .friends with this pink thing?" She nodded at Sophie.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes."

"Are you sure we can't kill the princess?" said Anadil.

I stepped forward. "There will be no killing so long as I'm around."

"Then leave."

"Where in the woods do you come from, loves?" Dot asked, diffusing the argument.

"Who the hell knows," I muttered.

"I don't come from the woods," Sophie said impatiently.

Three girls gaped with identically confused expressions.

"What do you mean you 'don't come from the woods'?" said Hester.

"We come from Gavaldon," Sophie said. She sounded close to tears.

"You three seem to know a lot about this place, so I'd be thankful if you could tell me wher—"

"Is that near the Murmuring Mountains?" asked Dot.

"Only Nevers live in the Murmuring Mountains, you fool," Hester groused.

"Near Rainbow Gale, I bet," said Anadil. "That's where the most annoying Evers come from."

"Sorry, I'm lost already," Sophie frowned. "Evers? Nevers?"

"A sheltered Rapunzel locked-in-a-tower type," Anadil said. "Explains everything."

"Evers are what we call Good-doers, love," Dot said to Sophie. "You know, all their nonsense about finding Happily Ever After."

"So that makes you 'Nevers'?" said Sophie, remembering the lettered columns in the stair room.

"Short for 'Nevermore,'" Hester reveled. "Paradise for Evildoers. We'll have infinite power in Nevermore."

"Control time and space," said Anadil.

"Take new forms," said Hester.

"Splinter our souls."

"Conquer death."

"Only the wickedest villains get in," said Anadil.

"And the best part," said Hester. "No other people. Each villain gets their own private kingdom."

"Eternal solitude," said Anadil.

"Sounds like misery," said Sophie.

"Other people are misery," said Hester.

"Gavaldon . . . is that by Pifflepaff Hills?" Dot said airily.

"Oh, for goodness' sakes, it's not near anything," Sophie moaned. She held up her schedule, "SOPHIE OF WOODS BEYOND" at its top. "Gavaldon's beyond the woods. Surrounded by it on all sides."

I glanced down at my schedule. At the top, however, was only my name. There was no "of woods beyond" attached to the end.

Just Y/n.

Not even a last name.

"Woods Beyond?" Hester was saying.

"Who's your king?" asked Dot.

"We don't have a king," Sophie said.

"Who's your mother?" asked Anadil.

"She's dead," Sophie said.

"And your father?" asked Dot.

"He's a mill worker. These questions are quite personal—"

"And what fairy-tale family is he from?" Anadil asked.

"And now they're just plain odd. No one's family is a fairy tale. He's from a normal family with normal faults. Like every one of your fathers."

"I knew it," Hester said to Anadil.

"Knew what?" said Sophie.

"Readers are the only ones this stupid," Anadil said to Hester.

Sophie's clenched her fists. "I'm sorry, but I'm not the stupid one if I'm the only person here who can read, so why don't you look in the mirror, that is if you could actually find one!"

I ran my fingertips across my lips in thought.

Reader.

Why didn't anyone here seem homesick? Why did they all swim towards the wolves in the moat instead of fleeing for their lives? Why didn't they cry for their mothers or try to escape the snakes at the gate? Why did they all know so much about this school?

"What fairy-tale family is he from?"

My eyes found Hester's nightstand. Next to a vase of dead flowers, a claw-shaped candle, and a stack of books—Outsmarting Orphans, Why Villains Fail, Frequent Witch Mistakes—was a knurled wooden picture frame. Inside was a child's clumsy painting of a grotesque witch in front of a house.

A house made of gingerbread and candy.

"Mother was naive," said Hester, picking up the frame. Her face struggled with the memory. "An oven? Please. Stick them on a grill. Avoids complications." Her jaw hardened. "I'll do better."

My eyes shifted to Anadil. A bracelet made of little boys' bones was clasped on her roommate's wrist.

"Does know her witches, doesn't she," Anadil leered. "Granny would be flattered."

The poster above Dot's bed showed a handsome man in green screaming as an executioner's ax sliced into his head.

WANTED: ROBIN HOOD

Dead or Alive (Preferably Dead) By Order of Sheriff of Nottingham

"Daddy promised to let me have first swing," Dot said.

I looked at my three bunk mates in newfound clarity.

They didn't need to read the fairy tales. They came from them.

They were born to kill.

"A princess and a Reader," Hester said. "The two worst things a human can be."

"Even the Evers don't want her," said Anadil. "Or the fairies would have come by now."

"But they have to come!" Sophie cried. "I'm Good!"

"Well, you're stuck here, dearie," Hester said, plumping Sophie's pillow with a kick. "So if you want to stay alive, best try to fit in."

"No! Listen to me!" Sophie begged. "I'm Good!"

"You keep saying that." In a flash, Hester seized her by the throat and pinned her over the open window. "And yet there's no proof."

"Hey!" In a flash I was across the room, yanking Hester away from Sophie, who fell to the floor with a gasp.

I gripped Hester's shirt and shoved her up against the wall. "Stay away from her."

Hester struggled. "Who do you think you are?"

"I said. . ." I slammed Hester's head against the cinder and she yelped.

My eyes flashed. "Stay. Away," I repeated in a low voice.

Something had changed. Hester's eyes widened and she nodded rapidly.

I released my grip, and she slumped against the wall, gaze still trained on me.

I turned to Sophie, who threw a hand over her mouth.

"What?" I asked.

Anadil and Dot's jaws were dropped. They looked almost. . .terrified.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?"

"Your eyes," Sophie whispered. "They're glowing."

A commotion clamored outside the room, and the girls' heads swiveled to the door. It flew open with a crack and four wolves thundered in, grabbed us by the collars, and hurled us into a stampede of black-robed students. Students rammed and elbowed each other; some fell beneath the herd and couldn't get back up.

"Where are we going!" Sophe yelled.

"The School for Good!" Dot said. "For the Welcomin—" An ogreish boy kicked her forward.

As I watched another student take a tumble, I clung to the wall even more.

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Each school had its own entrance to the Theater of Tales, which was split into two halves. The west doors opened into the side for the Good students, decorated with pink and blue pews, crystal friezes, and glittering bouquets of glass flowers. The east doors opened into the side for Evil students, with warped wooden benches, carvings of murder and torture, and deadly stalactites dangling from the burnt ceiling. As students herded into their halves for the Welcoming, fairies and wolves guarded the silver marble aisle between them.

I followed Sophie, grumbling, as she moved to the aisle seats, trying to get the attention of the Good fairies. I opened my mouth to tell her it was useless, but a hand yanked the both of us under a rotted bench.

Agatha tacked us in a hug.

"Agatha!" I gasped. "You're here! And. . ." I surveyed her outfit. "You're wearing pink."

"I know. It's horrible. Listen, I found the School Master's tower! It's in the moat and there's guards, but if we can just get up there then we can—"

"Hi! Nice to see you! Give me your clothes," said Sophie, staring at Agatha's pink dress.

"Huh?"

"Quick! It will solve everything."

"You can't be serious! Sophie, we can't stay here!"

"Exactly," Sophie smiled. "I need to be in your school and you need to be in mine. Just like we talked about, remember?"

"But your father, my mother, my cat!" Agatha sputtered. "You don't know what they're like here! They'll turn us into snakes or squirrels or shrubbery! Sophie, we have to get back home!"

"Why? What do I have in Gavaldon to go back to?" Sophie said.

Agatha blushed with hurt. "You have . . . um, you have . . ."

"Right. Nothing. Now, my dress, please."

Agatha folded her arms.

"Then I'll take it myself," Sophie scowled. But right as she grabbed Agatha by her flowered sleeve, she stopped cold. I listened, ears piqued, trying to hear what Sophie did.

It was then that Sophie took off like a panther. She slid under warped benches, dodged villains' feet, ducked behind the last pew, and peeked around it.

Agatha and I followed, exasperated. "God," I said. "I don't know what's gotten into yo—"

Sophie covered my mouth, and it was then I heard the sounds. Sounds that made every Good girl bolt upright. Sounds they had waited their whole lives to hear. From the hall, the stomp of boots, the clash of steel—

The west doors flew open to sixty gorgeous boys in swordfight.

Sun-kissed skin peeked through light blue sleeves and stiff collars; tall navy boots matched high-cut waistcoats and knotted slim ties, each embroidered with a single gold initial. As the boys playfully crossed blades, their shirts came untucked from tight beige breeches, revealing slender waists and flashes of muscle. Sweat glistened on glowing faces as they thrust down the aisle, boots cracking on marble, until swiftly the swordfight climaxed, boys pinning boys against pews. In a last chorus of movement, they drew roses from their shirts and with a shout of "Milady!" threw them to the girls who most caught their eye.

In the decayed pews, the villains booed the princes, brandishing banners with "NEVERS RULE!" and "EVERS STINK!" (Except for weasel-faced Hort, who crossed his arms sulkily and mumbled, "Why do they get their own entrance?") With a bow, the princes blew kisses to villains and prepared to take their seats when the west doors suddenly slammed open again—

And one more walked in.

Hair a halo of celestial gold, eyes blue as a cloudless sky, skin the color of hot desert sand, he glistened with a noble sheen, as if his blood ran purer than the rest. The stranger took one look at the frowning, sword-armed boys, pulled his own sword . . . and grinned.

Forty boys came at him at once, but he disarmed each with lightning speed. The swords of his classmates piled up beneath his feet as he flicked them away without inflicting a scratch. Sophie gaped, bewitched. I hoped he'd impale himself. But no such luck, for the boy dismissed each new challenge as quickly as it came, the embroidered T on his blue tie glinting with each dance of his blade. And when the last had been left swordless and dumbstruck, he sheathed his own sword and shrugged, as if to say he meant nothing by it at all. But the boys of Good knew what it meant. The princes now had a king. (Even the villains couldn't find reason to boo.)

Meanwhile, the Good girls had long learned that every true princess finds a prince, so no need to fight each other. But they forgot all this when the golden boy pulled a rose from his shirt. All of them jumped up, waving kerchiefs, jostling like geese at a feeding. The boy smiled and lofted his rose high in the air—

I saw Sophie move too late. I ran after her but Sophie dashed into the aisle, leapt over the pink pews, lunged for the rose—and caught a wolf instead.

It gripped her hair and pulled, dragging her back to Evil. Sophie screamed. "Hey!" I launched myself at the wolf and wrapped my arms around his neck. Then I pulled. Hard.

He wasn't fazed. He reached behind and grabbed me, yanking me around to his front. Sophie was long gone by now.

I writhed as the wolf's enormous hand closed over my throat. My feet shot out, catching him in the stomach, and I was dropped to the floor, coughing.

His claws dug into my upper arm like knives. I screamed, kicking to get away from him, but that only made his claws tear into my skin even more.

Then I bit his other arm. The bitter taste of his blood filled my mouth and he yelled, releasing me.

I breathed heavily and scrambled away from him, but my arm began to itch. I looked down where the wolf had sunk his claws into me.

The wounds were stitching themselves up until the skin was clean and pristine once more.

My lips parted in shock. I swiveled my head to Agatha, who was staring at me with her jaw dropped. Then I was being dragged away again, this time by three wolves.

"Hey!" I wriggled and struggled, but their grip was too strong.

I locked eyes with the blond boy across the room. He was staring at me, baffled.

Then the doors to the theater slammed shut, leaving me to be taken down the hall by the wolves. 

[sunnyie-eve]

9 | He did it

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring:  (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes

| MASTERLIST |

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"Did I miss anything?" I ask as the guys come out for practice.

"Scott said there's another werewolf on the team." Stiles whispers as I move closer to them.

"Who?" I ask looking around at the team.

"I couldn't tell who it was." Scott tells us.

"What if you can get him one-on-one? Would that help?" Stiles asks him.

"Yeah." Scott agrees making Stiles get up rushing off with an idea.

"Who could it be?" I keep looking at all they guys.

"We'll find out soon. I guess." Scott sighs as Stiles runs back.

"I told coach you're switching with Danny for the day." Stiles lets Scott know.

"But I hate playing goal." Scott tells them and I catch on.

"Remember when Stiles said he had an idea? That is the idea." I tell Scott.

"Oh." He nods his head.

"There we go." Stiles tells him.

"What's the idea?" Scott asks making us look at him.

"I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes." Stiles tells him.

"Let's go! Line it up! Faster! Make daddy proud." Coach blows the whistle. Multiple times Scott runs out of the goal to knock down the other guys to get a good sniff of them.

As I watch I notice it was Isaac's turn and watch them hit each other like it was in slow motion in the air before landing. They both just stare at each other till we see Noah and other officers show up asking for Isaac. "His father's dead. They think he was murdered." Scott listens in on the conversation.

"Are they saying he's a suspect?" I ask him. I didn't know Isaac that well but I never would think of him a killer even as a werewolf. Plus a full moon hasn't happened yet.

"Why?" Stiles asks me.

"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours. Like over night... during the full moon." I tell the guys.

"How good are these holding cells at holding people?" Scott looks at Stiles.

"People, good. Werewolves, probably both that good." He tells him.

"Stiles remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill? He does." Scott tells us.

While in Mr. Harris class I listen to the guys conversation from my seat behind them. "Why would Derek choose Isaac?" I ask the guys.

"Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you it could kill you. And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving." Stiles whispers to us.

"Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?" Scott asks.

"Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness. Wait. Danny. Where's Jackson?" Stiles turns to Danny's table.

"In the principal's office talking to your dad." He tells him.

"What? Why?" Stiles asks.

"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac." He tells him.

"Witness" I say.

"We gotta get to the principal's office." Stiles tells us.

"How?" Scott asks making Stiles make a paper ball.

"Everyone please turn to page 73." Stiles throws the ball at Mr. Harris head. "Who in the hell did that?" He turns around. Stiles points at Scott, Scott points at me, and I point at Stiles so he sends all three of us to the principal's office.

We sit outside and we listen in to what was being said inside the room. When Noah comes out Stiles tries to hide his face with a magazine, Scott just looks at Noah, and I give a small smile and wave. "Hi, Scott, Julia." Noah says ignoring his son.

"Bye." I smile as he walks off.

"Boys, young lady." We turn our head to see Allison's grandfather. "Come on in." We look at each other then go inside the office. "Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete. Miss Julia Martin. Straight A student with a high IQ, helps tutor other students, and in the art club. Mr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse." Gerard tells us.

"Oh, actually I'm already-,"

Gerard cuts him off, "Hold on. McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter." He looks at Scott.

"We were dating but not anymore. Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other. At all." Scott gets nervous.

"Relax, Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth." Gerard tells him.

"Just a hard breakup." Scott tells him.

"Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me. Now listen, guys. Yes, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy." He tells the three of us.

"Heh, is that so?" I give Stiles a look.

"However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention." He tells us so Scott and I look over at Stiles since he was the one to throw the paper and it was his idea to get sent here. He looks at us and sighs not happy about it.

"Stiles and I will stay behind for detention together. It was mostly our fault getting sent here and Scott got dragged into." I lie to Gerard.

"I'll let Mr. Harris know he'll see you both after school for detention." He lets us leave the office.

"Why did you volunteer yourself too? Couldn't you take the whole fault?" Stiles groans as Scott runs off.

"No, because you threw the paper ball. This was your whole idea to get us here." I explain to him. "I was just being nice so you won't be alone with Harris. I'll go back and lie saying you made me say that so you wouldn't be alone." I point back at the office turning slowly.

"No!" He grabs my arm walking us to our next class.

Once the day was over we head to Harris's classroom. "I'm not surprised to see that it's you both staying here. Put your phones on my desk take a seat where ever. I don't care if it's next to each other but no talking or I will move you two away from each other." Harris says as we walk through his door.

"What about for homework?" I ask.

"No." He groans. S

tiles and I sit next to each other and both sigh looking at the clock. I pull out some of my books and journals and start to write to talk to Stiles. I have a feeling he is going keep us late and I don't mean an hour and a half.I slide the paper over to him to read.

~ I hate this dude.

~I'm sure everyone does.

~ Thanks for joining me...

~ You're welcome. I had nothing else to do so why not? Plus normally you drag me around so... this is nothing. Except bad egg doing papers.

~ He looks more like a turtle than an egg.

I had to cover my mouth from laughing making Stiles silent laugh at me for almost making a noise. "If I hear one peep from either of you... I'll make you stay longer than an hour and a half." Harris glances up at us. Stiles rolls his eyes letting out a sigh.

~ Yeah, I can see that.

~ As you said in the past, if he hates us so much why teach!

~ Because he's miserable and wants us to be too.

~ He'll die alone because no woman is gonna want a mean sarcastic science teacher.

Stiles passes me the paper and Mr. Harris snatches it's from us reading over it. "Mr. Stilinski, Miss Martin, I hope both enjoy staying super late because you both will be leaving with the sun is no longer up. Now separate yourselves for each other so there will be no note passing, don't even look at each other till you leave this room. I know it might be hard for you both but couples annoy me." Harris tells us.

"We aren't a couple." We tell him.

"There it is... your voice." We both get up.

Stiles sits on the other side of the table facing the back of the room while I take a seat at the front facing the front. Slowly the hours pass and Harris says we could leave now so we get our phones back leaving.

"Hey, sorry, Harris literally just let me and Julia out of detention. Literally. And he had our phones the whole frickin' time." Stiles calls Allison back. "Wait, what guy?" I listen to Stiles. "They're sending him to the station for Isaac." I stop watching Stiles. "What was it?" He asks her.

"Yeah, wolfsbane. It means they're gonna kill him." I take his phone from him.

"Allison, do whatever you can to slow him down so we can try to get to Isaac and save him." I tell her.

"Okay, I'll call you when I do." She hangs up and we get in his jeep. We call Scott and come up with a plan.

"Hey, did you slow him down? All right, well, uh, we're headed to the station right now. Isaac's. Yeah, but not a very good one. And unfortunately we don't really have time to come up with anything better." Stiles tells Allison then hangs up.

"I'm worried about Isaac. From the times I've talk to him he's a really nice guy but now he's a werewolf on his first moon." I look out the window at the moon.

"Hopefully this plan works then." He says driving a little faster so we can pick up Derek.

"Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk." Stiles tells Derek.

"I'll distract her." Derek starts to get out but Stiles stops him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa-you? You're not going in there. I'm taking my hand off." He says after seeing Derek glare at it.

"I was exonerated." Derek lets him know.

"You're still a person of interest." Stiles add.

"An innocent person."

"An - you? Yeah, right! Okay, fine. What's your plan?" Stiles gives up.

"To distract her." I giggle at Derek's tone and facial expression.

"Uh - huh. How? By punching her in the face? Unh." Stiles asks him.

"Heh, by talking to her." Derek tells him.

"Okay, all right. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?" Derek doesn't say anything but glances back at me. "Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?" Stiles ask so he thinks.

"I'm thinking about punching you in the face." Derek nods his head.

"Derek, just go distract her." I pat the seat. Derek gives me a wink before getting out going inside and we follow.

"Good evening, how can I help - you?" The Deputy was taken by Derek's looks.

"Um, I had a question. Um, sorry I'm a little - a little thrown. I wasn't really expecting someone..." Derek talks to her as we sneak past.

"Like me?" She asks. "Oh, I was gonna say so incredibly beautiful but, yeah, I guess that'd be the same thing." He tells her as we rush to the office.

"Keep on eye on him." Stiles tells me so I wait for Derek but a few seconds later I get bored so I go look for Stiles.

When the fire alarm goes off I pick up my pace going to find the cells and rush in to see Isaac tackle the hunter. I see Stiles on the floor and he grabs my arm pulling me down crawling backing up against the wall. When Derek comes in Isaac looks at him but then us taking a step forward making Stiles wraps me in his arms. Derek step between us roaring at him, causing Isaac going straight in to a submissive scared mood, curling into a hall getting down whining turning back to normal.

"How did you do that?" Stiles asks breathing heavy letting me go.

"I'm the Alpha." Derek turns to us.

"You need to get him out now. I'm sure Stiles dad will be here soon." I get up walking over to Derek who turns to Isaac. "Hey, Isaac." I walk up to him bending down. "You gotta get up. Derek will get you somewhere safe." I help him up then Derek gets him out.

"What do we do about him?" Stiles stands next to me looking at the passes out hunter.

"I have no clue." We just stare at him and his dad walks in looking at the hunter then us waiting for an answer. Stiles looks back at the empty cell, his dad, the hunter then back at his dad.

"Uh, he did it." He says pointing at the man.

"We will have a talk at home young man. Just tell take Julia home, now." Noah tells him so we rush out to the jeep.

"Thank you for trying to protect me with the wrapping your arms around me." I laugh as we drive to my house.

"That, that was nothing you're welcome. I gotta keep you around because my dad goes easier on me when you are around." He says making us laugh.

"I believe that because I can see how mad he is by his eyes." I agree.

"Also what the hell was with Derek giving you a wink?" Stiles asks.

"He knew I knew he could distract her." I let him know.

"And how is that?" He raises an eyebrow.

"He's attractive..." I look out.

"I'm disappointed in you." He back hands me.

[foxyfexyll]

it's smiley! (aka iggy) variations of my marble hornets/ slenderverse oc. click for better quality

more info n lore under the cut :)

she was inspired by this post where i was trying to think of an alter ego for jess and came up with a “smiley” character, which turned into its own guy. tbh she’s pretty self-insert-y when i was figuring out how to slot her into the mh plot

middle iggy -> during marble hornets production

not an actor. tutored by and friends with sarah, little sis of seth, sometimes seen because of her relationship with both of them

camera shy, awkwardly smirks before scooting out of frame

her presence to kralie is that akin to a dog, but a moral support for everyone else

sees the toll the film is taking on everyone, especially seth

helps sarah pull away from the film, allowing her to avoid the operator's influence at the expense of her own withdrawal

realizes she's in trouble when she's tagging up the hospital (alex's rq to make it seem marginally more school-like) and feels a camera watching her. yeah its alex

left smiley -> tta affiliation

never uploads or contributes to the channel, rather focuses on real world aspects that make jay do more than look for tapes

mostly just wants to keep seth in check because he is being less and less ok on the search for some "ark"

more conspicuous but doesn't

since you don't see her on camera, her influence is shown thru stuff marked in red and blue, marks up rosswood to help tta members find landmarks and pill stashes. this system is generally left an enigma to jay and alex but they know it has meaning

early s2 jay ends up following the throwup depicted above. it goes in a circle and tta uploads a video "gullible". they leave a single regular production tape at the end tho

the path the FOLLOW leads to, however, is a closed loop that starts near the edge of the forest. jess ends up using this to escape when they get lost

dislikes the goal tta is taking, from 'finding the ark and mess with alex' to 'kill alex at all costs'

seth tells her to go home in tta video "dismissal"

right smiley -> post dismissal, during tim and jay roadtrip times

they pull up at the house following a lead abt seth and it is. on fire oops. alex is nowhere to be seen but there's a dog that runs out. the video also says they saw someone moving around in the fire but they didn't catch it on cam

smiley is basically dead. at this point the operator keeps it alive to sow more danger, somewhat like the rake except with bite marks

will chase you and maim you and bite you if you catch it on camera. will also destroy your tapes and camera

the boys don't record themselves as much :/

operator sickness also manifests in rabies-like symptoms, especially the biting and the hydrophobia. yea her face is always like that

in tta vid "compromise" hoody is spyin on tim smokin by a highway. smiley gets caught in this, runs past tim and takes down hoody. tim ends up saving hoody by beating it with a rock until it's super dead, letting hoody run free and getting over his vendetta

this prevents the events of entry #83. brian and tim make up and kill alex with the power of friendship the end

jay still dies sorry

[foster-the-moths]

Ok I've got a little bit on my mind. So! I took liberties with canon cause a lot of the kaijus I used for them don't have a lot of info so my city

Anyway Adam cause cause people to hallucinate and go into serious states of paranoia with his presence alone. Decided it has to do with his horns and breath, basically tldr his saliva has a bacteria in it that causes it but he is immune to it. He cleans his antlers like a cat so it coats them in it and that leads to him just kinda having the bacteria all over him and surrounding him. His horns r like the main weapon with them however which is why Six cuts them off. Adam doesn't shed his antlers yearly so :( he lost his antlers for real :(((

Six plans to study Adams biology like he has with other Icarus Tigers but after taking x-rays n all that he plans to let Adam and Jonah into the fighting ring they have test up to observe natural behaviors. They wanna test if that bond they observed the two having is stronger than Jonah's instincts, as Jonah is a skull crawler which again tldr is a hyper carnivorous species meaning he's in a constant state of starvation. And they've been starving him as part of this plan.

However to their shock this backfires! Jonah does try and attack Adam but even without his antlers Adam is able to subdue Jonah enough to make him realize who he is and then they turn their sights to busting the FUCK out

AHDHUUGZSFGGHHDD BITING KILLING MAIMING SIX RN AND NOT IN A FRIENDLY WAY I WANT HIM DEAD!!!!!! Adams horns :((( also. Poor FUCKING Jonah man LET HIM OOOOOUT I hope they get to kill so many bitches I am so tired I can't give a good response rn my brain is so empty but DSJFJFDY_-+$@#++_ SHAKES YOU AROUND GRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! <-INSANE ABT THIS AU

[hel-phoenyx]

Going on quite the tangent here but having N RIGHT AFTER THIS asking us the question "Do you think Pokemon are happy like this?" can really do wonders for our perception of the game and its core concept.

The next one who tells me that BW has a shit story is getting maimed (granted I don't see that kind of hate often even among haters but I saw it once and bite bite maim kill bite)

You only have to replay Pokemon Black once and see the man Ghetsis in the flesh talking about liberation the first time to understand how much skill in words and talking to a crowd he was using to convince.

Never calling himself a savior of sorts, just someone who warns, attacking certitudes (I'm not gonna quote anything cause my game's in French and the translation will be off but there are SO. MANY. THINGS), praising knowledge about Pokémon, accusing Trainers on very valid claims to exploit their Pokemon.... Uses more than once the term "equality"...

All this rolling on everyone's surprise to stop counterarguments and using the crowd phenomenom to creep his ideas into your mind (no one's saying anything so am I the only one thinking this is bullshit?). Even though people do talk about it later and most of the NPCs don't take him seriously, in some of them, the idea is there.

And at that point, no one knows about the violent behaviour of the Team Plasma, so he can come of as having very good points.

Shit on him for being a mid-tier villain all you want (even though I don't fucking agree) that man got MAD charisma.

[one-way-dream]

oughg sorry

[wulfhalls]

Personally I’d prefer if he’d be the one to go for her just cause they’ve made a point of having him abandon her every time she shows she’s interested to the point where he went across the friking ocean n started a family to distance himself from her. It be a nice change if this is that moment where he stops running away

yeah like we as the audience know how much he wants her but I need her to know how much he wants her too because as u said all he ever did was run from her and his feelings for her but knowing matt smith he's gonna make ever single second count even if we don't get an actual verbalisation of the fact he's gonna make it obvious we know he will:

like shaking crying quaking wailing weeping gnashing gnawing biting maiming killing howling

[ratcandy]

Rewatched the final boss fight just now and. MAN now that I'm not hyped in the middle of the battle and just watching it, I can actually process the dialogue, and.

Mafia Boss says something like "NO, you're the bad guy! Get lost!" to Mu and. Why is this. Why. Why. I can understand literally anyone else saying this but. Mafia Boss? Yknow the guy who? Almost directly caused all the suffering Mu went through by taking over her island? Yknow? Mafia Boss indirectly being to blame for all this even happening? Since she started doing this time shenaniganry to get rid of the Mafia? His Mafia? He. He cannot say this, here. This is not. No. What

I feel like Mu should've. Yknow like. After he fuckin dares utter that line aloud, she just obliterates him instantly. Right then and there. I'm writing a Mafia Boss redemption arc I swear but also. Mu should've shattered him in the alternate reality! Point blank! We coulda just seen scattered broken glass somewhere. And then he doesn't show up during the final battle at all. Or if he has to, just. Don't have him say that. It feels almost tone deaf coming from him. Honestly I didn't think he said anything during the final battle, as it would make some amount of sense, but. No, he. Says something stupid like that. That entirely implies he either doesn't know or doesn't care that he's at fault here, too. and then it's. Never properly touched on. No ramifications past the jar thing, which clearly taught him nothing

Why couldn't HE sacrifice himself in that moment? It could've been a character growth thing, even!! Especially since he sees his goons doing it too!! Just. "Oh hell I'm one of the primary reasons Mu is doing this right now because I did awful atrocious things! I can at least somewhat attempt to right this by helping the Kid with the Hat defeat her so maybe we Can Talk or Something when reality is restored!" and then. Yknow? ough. Why couldn't it have been him instead of Conductor n Grooves. Why couldn't he have gotten more lines there. Bites and maims and kills. I'm violent.

[princessmisery666]

Don't Pull This Thread - 8 Part Mini Series

Summary: Sam receives a call to tell him that his best friend from Stanford is in hospital. He rushes to her side and discovers she has secrets similar to his. Sam and Dean help her seek revenge till a revelation means she needs to go it alone and the boys need to focus on the job.

Series Warnings: lots of angst, sexual assault (described), fluff, smut, slow burn, canon type violence, language.

W/C: 50k.

Notes: switches between Sam and OC POV. Canon divergent but set around season 6/7.

A/N: This completed fic has been sat in my docs for 2 years. I wrote this first and then Sharing Dean Winchester spawned from the ending I wrote so I never posted this. My writing has improved so much since then and I had the intention of rewriting it to make it third person and past tense but I've never found the time or energy. Anyway, I read through it again and I absolutely love it, so I'm posting it as it is.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Female OC (Lexie), Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Ash, Bobby, random OC’s.

Pairing: Sam x OFC (Lexie).

Betas: I'm sure @slytherkins and @deanwinchesterswitch have looked it over at some point but otherwise none. I'm owning all the mistakes I made as a novice. 😜

Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

Prologue below the cut

Lexie POV

Eight months. Eight months I had been on the trail of the vampire that killed my family. Zak, my high school sweetheart -- who was turned shortly after I left for Stanford -- massacred my entire family. My mother, father, Tyler - my older brother, Cody - my younger brother, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and a few family friends for good measure.

I’ve never been under the impression that I’ll make it out unscathed. I know there’s a distinct possibility that I will die in my quest for vengeance, that I’ll be severely hurt or maimed in some way at best, dead in the worst-case scenario. But the one thing I didn’t count on was the person who would be on my mind in my final moments, Sam Winchester.

I’d always been close to my brothers, Tyler and Cody, my mom was my best friend, and I idolized my dad. I thought they would be who I saw in my final moments . However, it’s Sam. My best friend, the only person I truly have left in this world.

I’m in Zak’s lair, five vampires staring at me like I’m an expensive steak dinner, and I’ve accepted that I’m not getting out of this alive. I killed four of them on my way in, so they are going to make me suffer. It won’t be swift, it will be painful and bloody.

Zak has allowed his followers to beat me, he has permitted two strikes each, but no one is allowed to bite me. My ribs take the brunt of the blows, and I feel them when they break.

There’s a sharp pinch as a needle pierces my neck, and I know this is it. Zak’s drugging me so he can bite me without resistance, kill me while I’m unable to fight back.

Sam’s face flashes before my eyes, his annoyed, serious bitch face, his shy, dimpled smile, his multi-colored eyes that I can never quite decide what color they truly are, his long brown locks that always seem to fall just right around his face. My last thought before my eyes close completely; Sam is going to be so mad at me when he finds out I’m dead.

Sam POV.

Six months later

The Impala has never moved so slowly. I know Dean is flooring it. I know the needle is probably in the red, but it’s just not fast enough.

The call I received woke me from my sleep. I was too busy being pissed about the fact they had woken me to really pay attention, but when they had said her name, I was instantly awake.

“I have you down as the emergency contact for Miss Lexie Walker.”

Even though I had missed the caller’s introduction, there was no mistaking the professional, slow even tone was the voice of a nurse.

I asked her to repeat the location and then spat it at Dean. The panic in my voice and expression told him something was seriously wrong, and he immediately pulled an illegal U-Turn to put the car in the right direction of the hospital in Idaho.

My leg is bouncing up and down, and I can’t stop it. I’ve chewed the skin around my thumbnail to the quick and if I carry on, it's going to bleed.

“Why does this chick have you down as the emergency contact anyway?” Dean asks, throwing a glance at me.

“She doesn’t have anyone else,” I exhale sadly.

I knew I was her emergency contact, she had asked me if she could use my name, and I agreed without hesitation. However, I never thought I would get a call to tell me she’d been in an accident and would need someone to take care of her for a few weeks while she recovers.

“Sam?” Dean asks, “gonna need a bit more here. We passed on a case to drive six hours in the opposite direction to go see some ex-girlfriend?”

I shake my head and roll my eyes inwardly. Why does Dean always assume it's about sex when there is a woman involved? I guess he wouldn’t know a platonic relationship if it smacked him in the face. I huff a breath through my nose, “she’s not an ex-girlfriend. We went to Stanford together, she was,” I take a breath and correct my use of the past tense. “She is my best friend. Lexie is ‘Digital Girl’, as you call her.”

I kept in contact with Lexie when she left Stanford, six months before Dean showed up, and we’ve kept in touch since. She knows my secret now, though she didn’t know it back then.

Dean always gives me shit for laughing at a text message, e-mailing furtively at night when I can’t sleep, or walking away from him to take a private call. He jumped to the conclusion I had an online girlfriend, a digital girl. I stopped denying it a long time ago; it was easier to let Dean tease me than explain about her.

“She’s real?” he asks, surprised.

“Yes, Dean, she’s real,” I confirmed irritably, “she’s very real. But I spoke to her two days ago, and she said she was in Italy, so how is she in a hospital in Idaho?”

The steady beep of the heart monitor is both annoying and comforting. I’m sitting in the chair next to my best friend’s bed, holding her hand. Though I hardly recognize the girl in the bed under the bruises, the only thing recognizable is the mousy blonde curly hair that haloes around her head on the pillow.

Her left eye is swollen, the cut on her forehead leading into her hairline has thirteen stitches. I’ve been staring at her long enough to have counted multiple times.

None of the Doctors were much help. They told me she had been dropped, literally, from the back of a stolen van on the hospital doorstep. She has two broken ribs, bruising on her face and her arms are marred with the after-effects of defensive wounds, so I know she put up a fight. There is a needle mark in the crook of her left arm, and that is the only explanation doctors have for her substantial blood loss. Someone or something drained four pints of her blood.

Dean enters the room, chewing the last bite of what I assume is a cheeseburger and slurping from a large plastic cup. He throws a box that says chicken salad on the bed next to me. I ignore the food and look at him with hopeful eyes, “what did you find?”

He stands at the end of her bed, shaking his head slowly. “The cops got nothing. No leads, no clues. The only thing they are sure of is that she couldn’t have caused her own injuries.”

I roll my eyes. Well, that was more than obvious.

“I, on the other hand, found some very interesting things.” Dean slurps his drink loudly again before continuing. “I went by her apartment; she signed a lease for six months, two months ago. She wasn’t in Italy; as far as I can tell, she never has been. Nothing out of the ordinary, but I checked out her car, too, just to be thorough. It’s a thing of beauty, Sam.” Dean’s eyes light up as he describes the car. “A deep purple fully restored ’66, convertible, Ford Mustang. It’s got a…”

“Dean!” I growl with a little more hostility than needed, but I don’t need to hear about her damn car. “The point?”

“She has an arsenal in her trunk to rival ours and enough books on vampires to be the sole cause of diminishing rainforests.”

He looks at me expectantly, waiting for something, but I’m not sure what. I’m too sleep-deprived and anxious about Lexie to follow his thought process. My lack of brain function doesn’t go unnoticed; he rolls his eyes and annoyedly replies, “Sammy, she’s a hunter.”

That doesn’t make sense. There’s no way she’s a hunter. I look at her in the bed, expecting her to magically wake up in this exact moment and explain everything to me.

“I take it from your expression you didn’t know?” Dean asks.

I shake my head slowly, gazing down at my friend. The longer I stare at her, the quicker the pieces start to fit into place. It could be true; she suffered a horrendous loss—her entire family. The killer was never found. Maybe she found out they were of the Supernatural variety, and that’s what made her leave Stanford so abruptly.

Dean’s voice pulls me from my head. “Either this girl isn’t who you think she is, or she’s picked up a new hobby since you last saw her. Does she know the truth about you?”

“Yeah,” I reply in a whisper. “Yeah, she does.”

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Super Supernatural: @denimbex1986 / @avanatural / @deanwanddamons / @b3autyfuldisast3r / @flamencodiva /

So Get This: @supernaturalgrandma /

[multifandomhoodies]

bites kills n maims

I'm sad about work again. My supervisors been at the side of the park that I work at all day yesterday and all day today. Which is fine, I like him, he likes me it's fine that's not. Specifically the problem. He brought up the other person he's been talking to abt getting me in another seasonal job at a different park again today and like. Obviously I'm super thankful he's doing that and giving ppl my name and basically all I'll probably sind up having to do is throw in my app and do a brief interview and I'll have the job but I just I don't want to think about leaving I don't want to leave again bc I'm scared I'm not gonna come back because I'm scared I'm gonna get another referral for a fulltime job and feel like I have to take it bc I can't wait around forever for a job from this park and I'm scared bc I don't want to miss this park and I don't want to miss my coworkers and I just wish there was a spot I wish they hadn't given our techs position away I don't want to leave n my coworkers don't want me to leave and anyways I'm gonna go cry

[ambivalent-anarchy]

Too Cheesy

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: Sickening fluff and insanely cheesy pick up lines.

Summary- Ned agrees to stay at Peter's house and help him find the perfect pickup line to ask out his crush with before spring break. But what happens when his crush tags along and also wants to help? ---------------------------------------

"Nah Peter, too corny."

Peter Parker was standing in the middle of his room, his best friend Ned sitting on his bed, cradling their death star in his hands. Peter scrolled down the screen of his phone. "Okay, how about this one?" After reading, Peter looked to the wall and gave a smug smirk, as if he were actually looking at someone. "Hey [Y/N]... are you religious? 'Cause you’re the answer to all my prayers."

Ned cocked his head to the side. "Is she religious?"

"I dunno, I never really asked before," Peter answered, breaking out of his assumed position.

Ned scrunched his nose a bit. "Well, we probably should stay off of religious pick-up lines then."

"Right," Peter agreed, looking back to his phone again. He scrolled a bit more. When satisfied, he looked up at the wall again, raised his eyebrows with an award winning smile before he recited another.

"Life without you would be like a broken pencil… pointless."

"Wow..," Ned said. He pointed and nodded slowly. "I think that's a keeper. Try it again just to make sure though. Oh- and this time, make it more personal."

"Okay," Peter said, going back over the line in his head. He assumed the position and instead of a smug, gave a small smolder.

"Wait," Ned interrupted. "Does this one even make sense? I mean- a pencil still has a point even when it's broken, right? Unless, of course, it's the bottom half, but that would only work if it's a clean break. A-and-"

Suddenly, realizing how completely ridiculous he must look, Peter grimaced. "Ned, why're we doing this again?!"

Ned rolled his eyes. "C'mon Pete. It's because pickup lines always work!"

"A-are you sure? Cuz that doesn't sound right."

"Dude, I'm telling you," Ned defended. "I saw Flash walk right up to Sydney and gave her the perfect pickup line and he immediately got a date! Flash of all people! If he can, you certainly can!"

Peter rolled his eyes. Ned was seriously comparing him to Flash? There were tons of reasons as to how Flash got with Sydney. "But Flash is popular and rich and stuff... I'm just me."

Ned scoffed. "Well..." He looked up with a carefree smile. "If it makes you feel any better, if I were a girl, I'd totally date you."

"..thanks..." Peter said, suddenly feeling incredibly awkward. He looked around the room with a nervous chuckle. Ned, apparently not realizing the awkwardness in the room, hasn't looked away and continued to smile at his friend.

Finding his voice, Peter spoke up. "So, um, what was Flash's line anyway?"

"Uh-uh man," Ned answered. "You gotta find your own! Sydney probably already told the whole school, so you'd just be a copycat. Your line needs to be original."

Peter raised his eyebrows. "We're literally looking this stuff up from the internet, Ned! That's not original!"

"Just trust me. Now read another."

"Okay..." Peter begrudgingly agreed. He was regretting this whole thing more and more each second. He took a deep breath and recited his next one.

"[Y/N], my love for you is like dividing by zero– it can't be defined."

He looked to Ned, who was silently contemplating the words.

"...I kinda like it," Ned finally said.

"I don't know," the scrawny teenager sighed, throwing his phone onto his bed. "It needs to be really good! Not mediocre. Tomorrow is my only chance to tell [Y/N] how I feel before spring break starts. I can't back out!"

"Pete, relax. We'll just add it to the list. Now do another-"

"Peter!!! [Y/N]'s here!!!"

The two teenagers froze. Their eyes widened at his aunt May's voice. They looked to the door, then to each other.

"What is she doing here?!?!," Peter whisper-shouted, two seconds from panicking.

"It's your apartment, you tell me!," Ned whispered back, arms flailing wildly.

"She can't be here!," he yelled to himself, pointing towards the door you could be walking through any second now. "She can NOT be here!"

The two quietly went back and forth as you came closer to his room. Normally, you were always more than welcome. But today, unbeknownst to you, Peter's home was probably the one place you definitely shouldn't be.

You poked your head around the doorframe. "Heyyyy fellas!"

They froze, looking to you with their mouths zipped shut. "Why so tense?," you asked, a small smile playing on your lips.

"No reason!," Peter yelled.

"Hey [Y/N]." Ned gave a wide smile.

You return it with a wider smile that certainly betrayed the rest of your face, that held only confusion. "Uh, what's going on, guys??"

They looked to each other, then to you, then to each other again. Ned broke away first this time. "Peter's trying to find a pick-up line to tell his crush was tomorrow!," he spat out quickly, earning an excited gasp from you.

Peter's jaw stopped to the floor. If he were a computer, he would've definitely been crashing right now. "What the hell, Ned?!," he practically screamed, his voice cracking a bit before he covered his face with his hands.

"So, whose the girl?," you asked, pushing through them and climbing onto the top bunk to sit.

"Uh-"

"DON'T. SAY. ANYTHING!," Peter hissed out through gritted teeth.

It didn't take you too long to realize the tension in the room. "Uh, should I come back another time or something?"

"That would be ideal," Peter mumbled under his breath.

Your eyebrows scrunched together in annoyance. Why were they being so weird and vague?

"Okay, did I do something? Is that why you're acting so weird, Pete? I mean, I was gonna try to help you out so you won't make a complete fool of yourself in front of this girl, but-"

Ned dropped the death star as he excitedly clapped his hands together. "That'd be perfect, actually!!"

Both you and Peter groaned as you looked at the peices on the floor. "Ned!"

"At this point that thing needs to stay at my house cuz when it's at either of yours it always breaks!," you laughed.

"Umm..." Peter looked away and took a deep breath. "[Y/N]?"

At this point, he had no idea nor any control over what was going on and the only words processing in his mind were what the fuck.

His crush was not supposed to be here while he was practicing what to say to his crush tomorrow.

"Yeah, Pete?"

But you were here now, and you didn't seem to be leaving anytime soon.

So what's the worse that could happen?

"C-could you maybe, um, help me with this?"

"With your girl problems? Sure. I mean, if we leave it your hands, the poor girl won't even know what hits her."

Ned bit his lip, attempting (and failing) to hide a fit of laughter. "She sure won't!"

"Dude!," Peter hissed, nudging his shoulder.

"So what've you got so far?," you said, watching Peter expectantly.

"Uhh.." He blew out a heavy breath. Welp, he thought. Guess we're doing this now. He picked up his phone and awkwardly read off the line.

"My love for you is like dividing by zero– it can't be defined.."

He looked back up at you, frozen as statue. That was so embarrassing. You smiled and giggled a little. "That was so cheesy!"

"Oh..," Peter mumbled. He'd actually thought that one was pretty good.

"That's only because he's not doing it like he did a second ago," Ned, ever the oblivious one, noted. "C'mon! Do it the way you did it before [Y/N] came in here."

If looks could kill, Ned would surely have been maimed and then ran over a bus by now.

Peter sighed. He looked up to the wall right above where [Y/N] was sitting and gave his best smolder.

But before he could get a word out, laughter erupted the room. "PETE WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?!," [Y/N] shrieked, practically falling off the the top bunk of the bed with laughter. "Girls' want a genuine smile, not some James Bond wannabe look!"

"Y-you don't think it looks cool?," he asked, cheeks red as beets by now.

"Frickin' goofy is what that looks like!," she responded. "Gimme your phone."

Peter's face fell. Wow, he thought. I'm way off. No way I'm gonna get her now, except...He looked to Ned, who was practically just spectating the whole thing at this point. Their eyes joined, and they could both tell they'd come to the same conclusion.

What better way to find out exactly what to say than by finding out by who you're going to say it to?

[Y/N] scrolled down a few until she found one that she liked. "Ooh, this one's pretty good." She looked up from the phone. "Now, watch me and I'll show you how it's done." She hopped down from the bed and said the line straight to Peter's face, biting her lip and smirking.

"Hey you, apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?"

Immediately afterwards, she broke out of it. "See?," she asked. "That's how it's done." [Y/N] tossed the phone back into Peter's hands before sitting back down. "Now do that."

Peter sucked in a quick breath, lightly tugging the bottom of his gray shirt. "U-uh, um, yeah okay.."

That was hot, was all he could really think at the moment. She's so frickin hot.

Scatterbrained, he stood and looked back at you. "U-uh.. -oh, here's one..." He shook his head slightly, as if attempting to shake the jitters out. "A-are you a cam-mera? C-cuz.. you sure do make me sm-mile," he stammered, ending with beyond awkward fingers guns.

[Y/N] chuckled, biting back a small smile. "Ya know, you're just too cute sometimes..."

At that, Ned's jaw fell to the floor. Peter's face turned a shade of red you didn't believe was even possible.

"Uh, u-um, ah, heh, thanks..."

"Hey yo, my mom's texting me," Ned suddenly announced. "I gotta get home. See you two tomorrow." He smiled at [Y/N] and then looked Peter square in the face with a shit-eating grin. "And good luck Pete!," he said, earning a middle finger from his best friend.

After the door closed, [Y/N] frowned. "What's up with you two? Are you guys fighting?"

"Nah, Ned's just being..." Peter trailed off, shaking his head slightly. If he were to elaborate, he could risk telling you. Better to play it safe. "So was that one good?"

"I mean, it'd be nice if you could g-g-g-get it out!," you mocked with a smile.

"No stuttering then," he concluded to himself. "Stuttering's a turn off."

"Well, not exactly," you corrected. "I actually think it's kinda cute when you do it." Noticing his intense blushing, you grabbed his hands to give comfort. "Just relax. No stuttering. And keep eye contact. Got it, Pete?"

His cheeks reddened as he looked away, desperately trying to redirect his focus from your turned up lips. "Oh, u-uh um, thanks! That's great, ya know! L-lets, ah, just get back to the th-thing- uh, the line..."

And so you did. You helped him til eleven o'clock at night. You went over about fifty. Until there was no way he couldn't have a perfect one to show the girl.

Until the next morning.

Spoiler alert: he didn't find a line.

When you left the indecisive teenager, he'd looked like he was on the right path. He had an entire list of good choices you'd picked out with him, along with practiced ways to do each one.

But, when he woke up and looked back at the list, each one just felt wrong.

Cheesy.

Overused.

Corny.

Lame.

You wouldn't like it. You'd already heard it. It wouldn't feel special to you if he'd told you something you'd already picked out for yourself, even if you didn't know you had.

You'd reject him. And more? Because you were a nice person, you'd probably still want to be friends.

Which was definitely way, way worse.

"Peter!," May yelled. "Engine's being turned on in five! Be there or you'll have to swing to school!"

-

Perer told you he'd tell his crush the line by the lockers during homeroom.

You couldn't wait. 'This is gonna be so awesome,' you thought, scanning the halls for his curly brown hair and wrinkled jacket.

'Of course, this girl better be worth his time or I'm gonna frickin' tackle her....'

The night before, Peter had told you nearly everything about this mystery girl.

He gushed about how she was perfect. Beautiful. Everything he ever wanted.

And you felt happy for him.

But deep inside, you knew that whoever the girl he'd chosen was, you wouldn't approve. Because deep down, you wished that it would be you.

But you and Peter were friends. Since the sixth grade. If anything was ever gonna happen, it surely already would've.

And It wasn't gonna happen...

And when this girl said yes (it's Peter Parker, why wouldn't you?), you'd have to watch them hug, kiss, give inside jokes, and everything else couples did.

And because he was your best friend, you'd have to just sit there and be happy for him.

"Miss. [Y/L/N]. Come on, get to class!," your homeroom teacher yelled, standing by the door, holding it open for you to walk into the classroom.

"Must be late again...," you mumbled, looking around the halls for Peter one last time before making your way to the door.

"[Y/N]!"

You whipped your head to where the voice was coming from. It was Ned, running down the hallway.

"Yeah?"

"He's gonna do it!," he yelled. "He's about to ask!"

You turned towards your teacher. "Um, can I go to the restroom please?"

"Yeah sure," the teacher replied.

Once the door closed, you ran to meet Ned in the middle of the hall. "Ask? Wait, on a date or to actually be his girlfriend?"

"TO BE HIS GIIIIRRRRRRLLLLLLLFRIEND!!," he yelled, shaking you by your shoulders back and forth frantically.

'Wow,' you thought, eyes wide. 'Peter's actually getting some balls now.'

This was it. And you were gonna hold your tongue and watch it happen.

Ned looked over your shoulder as he practically gasped for air. "He's coming! He's coming!"

You pulled his arm a bit, attempting to pull him to towards the wall. "Don't we need to hide? They don't need an audience!"

Suddenly, using his strength against you, Ned turned you around quickly for you to come face to face with Peter.

"Where's the girl?," you said, looking around curiously. After you were met with silence, your curious smile went away. "Pete, where is she? Where's she at?"

"I-it's...um, [Y/N] it's always been-heh. It's you," he answered, looking into your eyes shyly.

Ned could've bursts from joy right then and there. You could feel his grip on your arms tighten out of excitement.

But you didn't care, because you were sky high yourself. "So all that, yesterday? That was all about-"

"Yeah. You."

You sighed, practically frozen. "Major fucking plot twist, dude.."

He tilted his head. "'Saw' level?"

"More like 'Shutter Island' level," you answered.

"Ooh, that was a big one," Ned added brightly.

You shifted slightly. "So, um, what was the line you chose?"

"Oh!," Peter laughed. "How could I forget? Uh-" He grabbed your hands gently. "Okay." Hey blew out a long breath. "Relaxing. No stuttering. And keeping eye contact," he reminded himself aloud before he slowly and tenderly recited the line he'd chosen.

"[Y/N], ahem, um, If I had a penny for every time I thought about you, I'd have exactly one cent.."

You frowned. "Hold on, I don't get it. That means-"

"-Because you never leave my mind, sweetheart."

Raising your eyebrows, your heart warmed and you covered your hand over your mouth. That was one you hadn't chosen. You'd never even heard it before. He'd found it himself.

Noticing your reaction, Peter tensed. "W-was that too much? I'm sorry if that was too much! The last thing I would want for it to be is too-"

"That was perfect, Peter."

He paused. "It wasn't too cheesy?"

"Just a little cheesy," you said, pinching your fingers together and giving a quick wink.

"On a scale of one to ten?," Ned asked.

"Ned!," Peter scolded, quickly sliding his finger over his neck as a warning. He then looked back to you with a timid smirk.

"So, ah, does this mean you'll be my girlfriend?"

"Hmm, I guess it does, huh?," you giggled and turned to walk away just as the bell rang for first period.

-

"Sooooo, how'd it go?," May asked, poking her head around the doorframe of Peter's room.

When Peter turned towards her from his bed, May knew the answer before he even uttered a word.

He was staring up at ceiling twiddling his fingers and grinning like a madman.

"She said yes, May..I-i didn't think she'd actually say yes!"

May smiled. "Well, that's good!"

"Our first date's tomorrow and- Oh God! I might need to find another line to tell her! I'll use the math one this time since she was so excited about acing that test earlier today. Oh my gosh what if- what if we kiss?! That'd be SO awesome! Right, May? Ooh man, what am I gonna wear?? Ned said to wear a tux. But it's just a movie date, not prom! Jeans and a t-shirt should work, right? What if I get there and I'm underdressed?! Why is this stuff so hard?!"

Aunt May watched as the young boy frantically vented to himself and shook her head. "God bless him..."

She looked down at his desk in the corner of his room. On it was a small journal. It was opened to a page labelled 'Pickup Lines To Tell [Y/N]'

Underneath it were lines separated into sections based on 'coolness,' 'nerdiness,' and 'sexiness.'

May furrowed her eyebrows. "Hon, you know pick-up lines never work, right?

"Well May," Peter sighed, leaning back into his bed. "There's a special girl out there that would beg to differ.."