#So I'm gonna ignore my common sense and do it first

[somegrumpynerd]

Putting my special little guy through it

[anarkhebringer]

I woke up to this and am really thinking about this

[sapphicmsmarvel]

acotar: feeding my complex

If you know me irl 🎶no the fuck you dont 🎶

This is azriel x reader x feyre x rhys smut. Everything is under the cut. (i'm so nervous posting this omg) 

(3.7K YALL WTF POSSESSED ME)

title is from complex by xana pls listen xana is one of the best artists ive ever heard!

‼️Minors Do Not Interact‼️

(i already know minors are gonna ignore that bc i have common sense)

notes: probably ooc rhys and az. i do not see them as the type to share mates but like, it’s hot. you could see this as wlw fetishization but as a pan/bi/queer woman this is a goddamn wet dream so i approve it. (duh i wrote it) 

This is mainly porn with no plot, but i snuck some in. 

kinks: ass play, tongue sucking, female worship, voyeurism, switching from top to bottom real quick, dirty talk (i tried), praise, oral (fem receiving), mating press, pussy slapping, edging, mentioned past knife play. I think i got it all folks. 

It all started from a dinner with Feyre and Rhysand. Aka your childhood best friend and her husband. You and Feyre dreamed of double dates with your spouses as children and now you finally have it. 

You four occasionally had these dinners, typically once a month. 

After the meal, you four were in the living room area, Azriel was on his second glass of wine, Rhysand and you weren’t drinking. Feyre was on her first glass. The fire was crackling with life, causing the room to warm. 

Then you four began sharing silly secrets. It started with Feyre and Rhysand fucking in paint, which gave your husband ideas. Then you and Azriel admonishing them for fucking in the literal sky. But then they scolded you two for knife play. Especially when they found out Truthteller’s handle was used to fuck you. 

“How did you even grip that?” Feyre asked. 

Azriel smirked, “who said I was the one holding it?”

“Who the hell did you invite to your bed and why wasn’t it us?” Rhysand asked, jokingly but you warmed at the idea. 

“The shadows you fool.” You laughed, sipping your water. “Az pinned me down and sucked my tits while the shadows pinned my legs down and used Truthtellers handle to fuck me. 

They were silent and then, “I love how you have no filter, baby.” Az coughed. 

“So do I. Damn.” Feyre said. “That’s spank bank material.”

You snorted and Rhysand just tipped his glass to you. 

Which then the conversation turned into friends having sex, and then: 

“You mean to tell me, you and my High Lady would have sex?” Azriel asked, surprised clearly. He knew you were into women but it was different knowing the object of your past affections was his close friend and High Lady. 

“I mean, yeah.” You shrugged at your mate. “Two girls that the village wanted nothing to do with. Might as well do each other.”

“And by the way, it was a loving and very respectful relationship. Platonic sex!” Feyre declared from her spot on the couch. 

“Huh.” Rhysand said. “You know, I expected not to like that but…” he trailed off. “The thoughts are nice.”

You snorted and looked at Azriel, who was looking at you with an expression that could only be described as eye-fucking. 

“Are you serious?” You asked him grinning. He had the decency to blush. 

“What?” Feyre asked, looking towards you. 

“He’s into it too!” You laughed. 

Feyre laughed as well, “I mean I don’t blame them. We are quite hot together.” She scooted closer to you on the couch. 

“That we are.” You grinned and clinked your glasses together. 

You all quickly went onto other topics, but you both could tell that the boys just could not stop imagining you two together. 

“Okay, how do we bring you two back to the present?” Feyre asked. 

“What do you mean?” Azriel asked. 

“You two have been acting so weird since we said we used to hook up. So how do we stop that weirdness?” Feyre asked. 

“We just never imagined our wives with equally attractive women.” Rhysand shrugged. 

You gasped, “are you saying I’m as hot as Feyre? That's the best compliment.” 

He was silent. He actually looked sheepish, he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and everything. 

“What?” You asked. 

“He’s saying you’re as hot as him.” Azriel said. 

You gasped even louder. “Seriously?!” 

“I mean, you are,” Feyre shrugged. 

“And Feyre is….as attractive as you are, love.” Azriel said. 

“Awww Azzie..” Feyre cooed teasingly. “That's so cute.”

The tips of his ears became bright red. 

Rhysand stuttered out, “it’s just, hard to imagine so…” He trailed off 

You turned and looked at Feyre. “They wanna see us smooch.” You giggled. 

Feyre rolled her eyes. “Come here.” She grabbed your face and pecked you on the lips. 

When you turned towards the boys, they were wide eyed but not satisfied. “You’re blue-balling us.” Rhysand huffed. 

“Oh? You wanna see us do what?”

Rhysand was silent and looked at Azriel then you two. Feyre coaxed, “words baby.” 

“We want to see you two make out.” Azriel ended their misery. “And maybe…” He shrugged. 

“Maybe?” You prodded. You knew exactly what that voyeur wanted to see. But gods, this was fun enough for you. And it was turning you the fuck on. 

“Maybe if it’s hot, then we fuck you both together.” Azriel snapped, but it wasn’t malicious. Your mate snapped when he was flustered, which was rare. So you were eating this shit up. 

“If?” You chuckled. “Baby, it’s gonna be.” 

“Yeah yeah you know you two are hot.” Rhysand muttered. 

You giggled, “then we have to go to bed, don’t we?” You asked Feyre. 

“Duh.” She laughed, downed her drink then grabbed your hand. You both took off down the hallway, the men nearly tripping over themselves to follow you two. 

You two beat them to the bed. You both fell into a heap of giggles as they ran up the stairs. 

“Is it weird if I’ve missed kissing you?” Feyre asked. She threw off her baggy shirt, so her bra was on display. But left her shorts on. “As much as I love Rhys, kissing girls is just.” She kissed the air. 

“I feel the same.” You giggled into your shared air. You shucked your shorts off, revealing the granny panties you were wearing. If you knew this was coming, you would’ve worn a hot set. You left the big tee shirt on. 

“I’m not wearing panties, I wanna leave some mystery.” Feyre said. 

“I would’ve worn a hot set if i knew this was happening.” You laughed, you could hear the boys were close to the bedroom. 

“It’s not fair you look hot in granny panties.” Feyre groaned. 

You laughed as the boys arrived, now the fun could begin. 

“C’mere.” You grinned and Feyre did as well. 

The two of you sat on the bed, facing each other. Your knees touching. Very much aware of your husbands at the end of the bed waiting for you two to kiss. Their heated gazes stroked the inferno that was in your cunt. Throbbing. 

When you and Feyre’s lips met, the world went silent. Kissing Feyre was always like falling into a comfy bed. Soft, plush and safe. As much as you loved Azriel as he was your mate, and you obviously were sexually attracted to men. You also were sexually attracted to women. There was never a worry with Az. He never wanted to invite anyone to the bedroom because he didn’t trust anyone. 

But these, these were two of the people he trusted most. 

Nothing beats kissing a girl.

Your mouths opened for each other, your tongues caressing each other. Lewd sounds were the only sound in the bedroom aside from Azriel and Rhysands heavy breathing. Feyre pulled you against her, your tits rubbing against each other, you wore no bra underneath so the contact caused your nipples to pebble. She ran her hands underneath your shirt, scraping her nails against your back. Your hands wove into her hair and pulled her even closer. Her nails dug into your plush hips. 

She pulled away, “Gods, I missed these hips. Fucking perfection. So soft.” Between each sentence she pressed a kiss to your swollen lips. “Felt even better sitting on my face. Remember that?” 

“Gods how could I forget?” You whispered. You smelled the musky, manly scent of Azriel and Rhysands arousal, you felt your pussy throb at the aroma of them and the sweet smell of Feyre’s mixing.  

You captured Feyres lips between your own. Better than a drug. More addictive and exhilarating. 

You heard rustling and then the sound of clothes hitting the floor. 

You felt warm heat radiate at your back as large thighs cradled your butt and hips. Azriel’s warm hands went around your waist to hold you. He kissed your neck. You felt his cock in bump into your plush thighs. Rock hard. 

How far are we going with this? Rhysand created a link to all of your minds.

As far as you boys would like. This isn’t new for Y/N and I. Feyres throaty laugh echoed in your minds. Safe word? 

Peach. Like Y/N’s ass. Azriel said as he spanked you. 

No ones gonna get possessive and rip out someone’s throat? You asked as your tongue licked down the side of Feyres throat, your teeth scraped her skin. She let out a breathy moan. 

Nobody else I trust to fuck my wife than these two. Azriel responded 

Glad you have so much faith. Rhysand said. Can’t wait to make your wife see the galaxy. 

yeah watch me make your wife come. Was all you said before your fingers dipped into Feyre’s shorts. 

Azriel chose that moment to slip his hand into the back of your panties and spread your ass cheeks with his long thick fingers. Just rubbing outside the tight ring made you quiver. You weren’t a fan of penetration there, but a little bit of ass play never hurt. 

You snuck your hand into her shorts, her smooth, wet pussy was warm and inviting. You wanted to sink into it with your tongue and fuck her so hard she didn’t know her name. But, you’d do that another time, either with Rhys coming down her throat or just watching while Azriel pounded into you from behind, you weren't picky. 

You gathered her slick and brought it up to her clit and continuously rubbed circles on the bundle of nerves. 

Based on the way her thighs clenched around your hand, you knew something was going on in the back. Then you saw the lube in Rhysands hand get thrown onto the bed and knew that she was also getting some ass action.  

“Is he fucking your ass?” You asked her. She groaned. “You got my fingers on your clit, your husbands in your asshole and you’re giving my husband a filthy fucking show? You grabbed her face with your free hand, “open.” You ordered. 

She did so without complaint, her tongue sticking out as you took her tongue between your lips and sucked on it like it was your favorite candy. 

You pulled away long enough to say, “dirty fucking girl.” You saw her eyes roll back into her head as you took her tongue in your mouth again and sucked it. 

You moaned around her tongue as Azriel began pressing harder against your tight asshole. He began rubbing faster. You whimpered. You weren’t afraid to admit that it doesn’t take much to make you finish. But you also have a faster turnaround time than most. It helps that this sight, this situation was the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. 

You let go of Feyre’s tongue. “Wanna sit on my face baby?” You asked Feyre as she pitched forward into your shoulder. “Huh? You can sit on my face while Az fucks me and you can suck Rhys’ cock. How does that sound?” You rubbed her even faster. 

She let out a louder moan as you felt her thighs quiver around your hand. 

“Or maybe you wanna see what the biggest wingspan feels like.” You grinned, you saw Rhys’ eyes flash a stormy violet. “His cock is so thick, baby.” You panted against Feyre’s temple. “You can feel every vein as you bounce. I bet it’d stretch you out so ni-“ 

You were cut off when someone threw you down on the bed. You looked up to see Rhys’ eyes pinning you down. One of his hands pinning both your wrists down. “Azriel.” Was all he said. 

“Yeah?” He asked, still discombobulated from the shift in position. 

“Pleasure my wife out while I eat yours out.” 

Your husband, your mate, let out a dark chuckle. “As you wish, My Lord.” Your mate sent a gentle caress down the bond. It was almost mocking. 

It was fucking hot. 

Rhys let out his beast form enough that his wings spread even wider, his right hand that wasn’t holding your wrist turned into his beast claws. And his cock was a hard rod against your inner thigh. 

“You know, it’s because of you my wife didn’t get to cum.” He said, one single talon cutting your shirt open. The cool air brushed against the swells of your tits. “If you just kept your fucking mouth shut, she would’ve finished.” He scolded as his wife's moans were in the background, you quickly glanced over Rhysand’s shoulder to see Azriel fingering his High Lady. 

“Am I supposed to be sorry?” You cocked an eyebrow. 

You had no idea what possessed you to say that to him. You’re only mouthy with Azriel, but not all the time. 

You were in a brat mood because the next thing you said was, “you mad that out of all of us I got to fuck her first?”

“Are you always this mouthy?” He asked. 

“You have no idea.” Azriel said, taking a break from sucking on Feyre’s tits and fingering her cunt. You were jealous of your husband. Feyre’s tits were spectacular. 

Rhysand pinned your waist down and began mouthing at one of your tits. His tongue circled a nipple and he grazed his canine against it which caused your back to shoot up off the bed. 

You felt Rhysands claws tap your mental shield, you let him in. 

“Praise or degradation?” He switched to the other breast. 

“Both. But, don’t overdo it with the name calling please.” You requested. You were bullied as a kid so name calling is a toughie to navigate. 

“What words are you against?” He then tore the rest of your shirt off completely. The cool air causing goosebumps on your exposed skin. 

“I don’t like being told I'm ‘just a cunt’. Degrade me by roughing me up. Praise my looks while you do it.”

His chuckle echoed in your mind, “oh I can certainly work with that.” 

“These beautiful thighs are meant to be parted.” He said as he trailed down your curvy body. “Curves of a goddess too.” He pulled your granny panties off and threw them somewhere. 

Azriel always told you how beautiful you were, but you weren’t gonna lie, hearing it from a guy like Rhysand was pretty nice too. 

“The prettiest woman I've seen.” Feyre said off in the distance. She was moaning as well. You didn’t know what your mate was doing. But you knew it was good. 

You hummed as he spread your legs, he blew on your clit and the air made your thighs twitch. 

“Your stretch marks are so beautiful.” He said into your mind. 

He licked a stripe between your folds and moaned. He started sloppily eating like a man starved. Your toes were curling, your heels pushing into his shoulder blades and pushing him further into you. Your hands curl into his hair. 

“You taste like fucking heaven. Our perfect, beautiful, otherworldly little slut.” 

“How does it feel knowing everyone in this room has tasted this perfect cunt?” The breath from him speaking felt like ecstasy as it went over your puffy red cunt.  

“Fuck.” Your eyes rolled back. 

He pulls away and you whine, then squeak when he slaps your pussy. “I asked a question.” He was just adding fuel to the flame. 

“It feels so fucking good. Like I'm a God.” You couldn’t help the truth bubbling out. Anything to get his tongue back inside you. Your pussy was throbbing so hard you were sure they could all hear it. You were a greedy little thing. 

“You are a God, you are our God that tastes so fucking good it’s addictive.” He whispered as if the sentence was a prayer. 

He then put his mouth to use. He rolled your bud around with his tongue. Having the raw, targeted motions made you more sensitive. Causing pleasurable shocks to go through your body. 

“Only we get to make you feel like this, only us. You are ours.” 

“Your curves, your plushness, Gods. Perfection.” 

Right as your thighs began to shake, right as your stomach began to clench and twist, he stopped. 

You could not help the whine. Feyre whined too. It seems the boys had planned something. 

The little bitches had edged you both. “She’s ready for you.” Rhysand smirked at your husband, his lips coated in your slick. 

Azriel grabbed your legs and pulled them onto his shoulders so quickly it caused you to yelp. The head of his cock slapping your pussy lips. 

Feyre was then laid right next to you, both men were now on the bed on their knees. 

Realization set in, these bastards were putting you two in mating presses. 

Rhysand bent down to kiss his mate, when he pulled away, she smirked. “You taste so good with Y/N’s pussy smeared all over your lips. My new favorite dessert.” 

Before you could see Rhysands reaction, Azriel pulled your attention towards him. “Look at you being the favorite slut of the group.” 

Your pussy clenched around nothing which caused you to pitifully whine. “You want me to fill that pussy, baby?” Azriel asked. “Show who has the biggest wingspan?” 

“Mhm.” You whined again. 

“Your wish is my command, baby.” 

And together, both him and Rhys, pushed into their wives pussies. 

You let out a guttural moan as the delicious stretch came. Then the feeling of being pleasantly full. Almost to the point of too much. You couldn’t help the tears that came out of your eyes. Since the beginning of the night you’ve been pent up and to finally feel the release and that all the build up was coming to an amazing moment. 

Your cunt greedily sucked him in, as if welcoming him home. “You’ve always been made for me.” You whispered. You two together were truly like a puzzle, the way your bodies reacted to each other was proof of that. 

The fat head of his cock hit your g-spot and the world went white. Your gummy walls felt like heaven to him. And this felt like heaven to you. 

“Fuck.” You moaned as he began pounding into you. He curled in on you, his arms came around to your back and up to your shoulders, holding you in place as his harsh thrusts dove into you. Azriel’s balls were slapping against your ass, a feeling that will never get old. His head going to your neck. 

Sounds surrounded you, Azriels panting against your skin. Azriel and Rhysands grunts. The sounds of skin slapping, gasps and moans that fell from Feyres lips like a prayer. You could feel the sweat from your back clinging to the bedding on top. Azriels breath against your neck, adding to the pleasure. Your nails clawing at Azriels back. 

The bed was moving with all four of you on it. You heard something in the frame snap but you didn’t care. You didn’t care if the bed fell through the floor. 

You turned your head to the side to see Feyre getting pounded into so hard her eyes were rolling back. Rhysand had pinned her hands to the bed with his own and practically flattened her against the bedding. 

It was so fucking hot. 

She turned her head, her mascara smeared and her lips puffy and red. Skin so beautifully flushed. You knew you looked the same to her. Beautiful. You two held eye contact as you were pounded within an inch of your lives, the act alone felt more intimate than kissing. 

All of it together made the rope finally snap. 

You clenched around your husband's cock hard. Hard enough that it caused him to gasp. 

“Fuck, you always clench around me so good, baby. I’m almost there, yeah?” He murmured. Making sure it was okay to continue pounding into your g-spot. 

“Use me, Azriel.” The overstimulation didn’t scare you. It thrilled you. You loved squirting and you were ready to do it. “Use me like a fucking toy.” 

You didn’t know he could thrust harder in the moment, but he did. You held his sweaty head against your neck. It felt like he was going even deeper, which you didn’t know was possible. He bit into the area between your shoulder and neck, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. 

You heard Feyre’s tell-tale noise and then both her and Rhysand finished. You could tell based on their sounds and the smells. 

Then you felt the tingly feeling of when you’re about to squirt. “Az.” You whined and clenched him hard. 

His lips grazed your neck as he spoke. “I know, I’m there.” You felt his cock release and then let yourself go. 

Your pussy clamped down on him so hard he groaned and collapsed on top of you. The release with Az always felt like you were reborn. Free. Cherished. You knew you had absolutely soaked Feyre and Rhysand’s bed, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. 

“Did so fucking good baby.” You said and kissed his temple. 

Rhysand rolled over onto the other side of Feyre, Azriel eventually pulled out of you and just flopped on the other side of you. Rhysand snapped his fingers and all of you were in clean sheets and were clean. Still felt grimy but you could live with it until you could bathe. He had the courtesy to magic a blanket over the four of you. 

The room was silent except for your panting. 

“So.” Rhys began. 

“We’re doing that again right?” Feyre finished. 

“Yeah.” Azriel panted. 

“Fuck yeah.” You agreed. “I already have ideas.” 

Feyre snorted, “of course you do. Can’t wait for you to experience the wonders of Y/N’s perverted mind, babe.” She said and you heard her punch her husband's shoulder. 

Azriel chuckled, “The shadows fucking her with Truthteller was her idea.” 

“Fuck.” 

[fiapartridge]

2/2. May I please request something with Jack? His girlfriend being nervous/insecure because not only does she not know his family/team mates/friends etc but she has no prior knowledge/experience with hockey (any sports/sport activities really) and boating etc. Just feeling out of place in a world where her boyfriend and his family are some of the best/most famous. Obviously take this in whatever direction you wish or ignore it. (I come from a family of artistic city people and my only extracurriculars were volunteering at libraries and museums, I am as boring as they come lol)

obsessed | jack hughes

"i'm so obsessed with your ex..."

jack hughes x reader

summary: realizing that you have nothing in common with jack, you start to wonder why he even likes you in the first place.

warning(s): angst with a happy ending, cursing, luke and quinn being dicks sorry lol

fia's note 💌: VERYYY loose interpretation of this request LOL SORRY IF THIS IS ASS okayyy enjoy!

not proofread (i got lazy sorry lol)

You should’ve known what you were getting into once you got into your relationship with Jack. You should’ve known that it would be hard; that dating a hockey player—a famous hockey player—would be hard, but you, for some reason, didn’t let that stop you. During times like these, you wish it did.

“So, Y/N, how’d you get into hockey?” Ellen asked from across the dinner table. You were too busy stuffing your plate to hear, and once the table fell silent, you knew she had asked you something. 

Embarrassed, you set your plate down, taking Jack’s hand instead. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

She laughed, and then the whole table laughed, and you felt your cheeks grow warmer and your body more tense. Was it that bad? “I asked how you got into hockey, honey.”

“Oh,” you smiled, turning to her. “I didn’t really get into hockey until I met Jack,” you said, leaning closer to him as he smiled softly in return. To be honest, you were glad that you hadn’t been into hockey, or any sports in general, prior to meeting Jack. He taught you how to score a goal, how to celly, and even how to take a hit on the ice. (Jack said he was hitting you just how he would any guy, but you knew he didn’t even put a 1/10th of his weight onto you. Then, he called you Hulk for not even realizing how hard it was. You thought he was bluffing; you still do.)

“You don’t play, or skate, or anything?” Jim asked, cutting into his steak and stuffing the small slice into his mouth.

You shook your head. “No, I, um, my family wasn’t really big on any of that.”

Poking his head up, Luke smiled towards Jack as he pointed his fork at the older boy. “Katy knew all about hockey.”

Katy? You tilted your head to Jack, silently asking who Katy was. It was like he was trying to not make eye contact with you, like he was embarrassed. For who? For you? For him? Slipping your hand out from his, you placed both of yours under your thighs, trying to still yourself from shaking. You shook when you were nervous. Jack knew and he was scared—scared that his family was gonna go ahead and ruin it all. 

Sensing your confusion, Luke nodded at you. “Katy was Jack’s girlfriend in high school. Lead scorer in her team’s league. She was legendary. Whatever happened to her, Jack?”

You felt your chest clench, and your hands underneath your thighs weren’t helping anything, and you couldn’t stop bouncing your knee, and Ellen was staring at you again. You just wished they would stop staring at you, like they were waiting for a reaction from you. 

“Luke, shut up,” Jack scolded, trying to grab your hand from under your thigh as you shook your head. You just wanted this to be over. You shouldn’t have agreed to meet his family. You shouldn’t have agreed to be with him. You were never going to be enough; not when there’s Katy; not when he had the most perfect girl for him, and he still chose to break up with her. When was he going to break up with you? Probably after this dinner. Probably after his family tells him that you’re not the one; that you’re not like Katy at all.

“I’m sorry,” you interrupted as Luke was just about to spew his rebuttal. You stood from your chair, laying your cloth napkin on the table as Jack looked up at you with concern. “Um, can I go to the bathroom?”

Quinn laughed. He laughed. He fucking laughed at you.

“Sure, honey,” Ellen smiled, silently scolding Quinn. “It’s in the hallway by the kitchen, third door on the right.”

“Thank you,” you said, not even looking up at anyone before quickly racing to the bathroom. 

Locking the door, you sat on the toilet cover, pulling out your phone, and immediately going to Instagram. He has to be following her. Someone has to be following her. And right when you searched up “Katy” on Luke’s Instagram following, there she was, in all of her hockey glory. The perfect girl. 

She had sandy blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, and she looked at least 5’8, maybe even taller. She wore designer brands that your bank account wouldn’t even allow you to look at, and God, she looked amazing in that dress. But somehow, in some possible way, she looked even better in her hockey gear. She still had posts with Jack in her tags. She’s sitting on his lap at a party, red Solo cups in hand as he stares at her with a look he had never given you. You can see the way she’s loved by everyone around her; the way Ellen holds her like a daughter; how Luke plays games with her like a sister; how Trevor carries her over his shoulder like they’re best friends. You’ve never felt that way with anyone close to Jack.

Even back in New Jersey, every time you went out with the team, you felt like you were just there. Like you were just wasted space. Sometimes you wondered if they even knew your name. You told them plenty of times, but Dawson still asks every time you see him, and Nico still gives you those sad pity smiles, like it’s another reminder that you don’t fit in with Jack and his friends.

Sometimes you even question it. Why are you with Jack? You’re total opposites. He loves hockey, you know nothing about the sport. You think staying in and knitting is fun when his ideal nights are going to parties and getting drunk off his ass. You guys don’t even look good together. You know who he looks good with? Katy. 

Katy. Katy. Katy.

You’ll never be Katy.

“Y/N?” A knock at the door took you out of your spiral as you stared at the wooden slab, too scared to open it and be met with his entire family laughing at you from the hallway. “Baby, it’s Jack. I,” he stammered. “I’m so sorry,” he apologized, his forehead resting on the door in front of him. I lost her, he thought. There’s no coming back from this. She hates me and my family, and I blew it. “I screamed at Luke; he had no right to talk to you like that. And Quinn’s getting yelled at by my mom as we speak. Please just—please let me in.”

Slowly, hesitantly, you opened the door, being met with a distressed Jack whose eyes were red and whose lips were swollen with the amount of chewing he was doing to them. It broke your heart to see him that way, but his family was right. Katy was perfect, and you’re nothing like her.

“Baby,” Jack stepped closer as you took a step back, ripping his heart into pieces. “Y/N.”

“Your family’s right, Jack.” “No, they’re not,” he argued.

You nodded, frowning, and holding back a sob because it felt over. It felt so over. “They are. They are because what do we have in common, Jack? Nothing! We have nothing in common, and everybody sees it! Jack, I—”

“Don’t,” he shook his head. “Don’t say it. Don’t break up with me.”

“Jack—”

“Who the fuck cares?” he exclaimed. “Who cares if we have nothing in common? I like you, I want to be with you, you’re my person! I don’t see that with anyone else.”

Rolling your hand down your face, you let out a tired sigh. “You’re gonna see it, Jack. You’re gonna realize that I’m not your person; that I’m not the one you want; that I’m awkward and boring and don’t get along with anyone you care about, and you’re gonna break my heart. And that’s just how it is.”

“Are you listening to yourself right now? You think I could ever get tired of you? I like you because you’re nothing like my friends, or my family, or anyone I’ve ever dated. I broke up with Katy because her life was just hockey, and my life was just hockey, and everything was just hockey.” Stepping closer, he held your hips as your back hit the sink behind you. “I don’t want my life to be hockey. You’re the part of my life that I need. If I didn’t have you in my life, I think I’d go crazy,” he laughed as you rubbed your sleeve against your wet nose.

“Your friends don’t like me.”

“Fuck them,” he grinned, running his thumbs up and down your waist. “Plus, you haven’t met Coley yet. Think he’d like you more than he likes me.”

“What’s he like?”

“Taylor Swift karaoke—”

“Sold,” you chuckled as he shook his head, smiling at you like you were the only girl in the world, because to him, you were. “So this Katy girl,” you said, raising your eyebrow slyly.

“Is irrelevant,” he answered. “I only have eyes for you, pretty girl.”

[galesdevoteewife]

Gale may not be so typical squishy wizard/scholar?

-My Galeology study note-

Looking at his character sheet in the Deluxe pack gets me thinking, maybe our wizard is not exactly designed to be the typical squishy one...?

[Act2 spoiler warning]

2 things caught my eyes:

1) Great physical fitness, and good reflexes. (For your reference, Gale & Wyll are the two companions who have the highest Con: 15. I put everyone's sheets at the bottom of the post.)

His Con and Dex are... very high?? I mean, higher than Karlach and Lae'zel...????

Note 1: I suspect it could have something to do with his background as Mystra's chosen, as they are somewhat "transformed" when they agree to become the goddess's chosen. A topic for another day since I haven't quite figured it out yet, for anyone who is interested there's a chapter about it in The Seven Sisters. Also, I have little clues on how much chosen lore credit Larian was taking into account while designing him, or how Mystra's "taking back the given ability" works. Note 2: Again, Mystra's chosen are often sent on missions that involve a lot of traveling according to Elminster's series. Mystra also mentioned that Gale and she used to have adventures together, which leads to an assumption: despite his preference he might be traveling quite a lot until he was cast aside and quarantined himself in his tower. Might be the type of scholar who is very keen on field studies?

Note 3: Can someone undress Elminster to exam my theory please??xD Neh won't work I think all human might share same body model in game

Come to think of it, there was a party banter between Karlach & Gale that went like :

Karlach: Whoa! Almost slipped there. Gale: You wouldn't be the first, I'd wager. It's been some time since these walkways felt the carpenter's hammer. Karlach: You gonna catch me if I eat a brick? Gale: With my reflexes? I'd catch you before you so much as stubbed a toe.

At first I thought that was a sarcastic joke but, seems like it wasn't? Also this:

Karlach: Ready to enter the belly of the beast? Gale: It's the stairs I'm dreading. I shall close my eyes, and pretend I'm climbing my own, far superior tower in Waterdeep. Karlach: In that case, welcome home.

...So it seems when I pictured him as a homebody, I should reimagine the concept of home... His has...lots of stairs? Just walking around in the tower could be counted as a workout, sort of thing? Note: I don't think the place he shows in the Act 2 cutscene is his tower. Otherwise, aren't these neighbors pretty much doomed?

2) Not THAT smart. Well, I love him, so I will speak in his defence: [1] He has a warm(s) digging holes in his brain. [2] Poisonous magical bile running in his blood. Maybe he's just not at his best, makes sense, eh? Wyll mentioned he is nerfed after tadpole too. After all, this man obviously memorized a DICTIONARY:

Gale: You promised to stay in Waterdeep. 'Promise,' verb, meaning to swear something will or will not be done. Tara the Tressym: And I decided 'will not'. And a good thing, too. You look like you haven't had a good meal in days

Player: When I said we could be more than friends, you answered 'perhaps'. What does that really mean? Gale: If I recall correctly, the Waterdhavian Dictionary of the Common Tongue of Faerûn defines it as an adverb that conveys the meaning of 'it may be that', or 'possibly'. Gale: Sorry, sometimes I just can't help being quite insufferable. In seriousness, I'm glad you asked that question.

Along with a bunch of you-may-never-need information:

Everything about ceremorphosis? Myconid? Why in the world have him read about Cazador??? And how can he not know the distance between Waterdeep & Baldur's Gate, even Karlach ―who spent a decade, which is likely half of her life in hell― knows better geography than him. Gale either totally ignored the subject or portaled everywhere; distance meant nothing to him?? Uh, but you can't take party banters too seriously; it's buggy. How could a bug bit Karlach in the swamp? It should've been burned into ashes before it even reached her, no?

Anyway, just rambling some thoughts <3 I would have gone to Harvard if there was a major in Gale...

-DISCLAIMER- Brought to you by a brainrot wife, Galerian missionary. Be warned the article might has (strong) bias because the writer is braindead and she thinks Gale is the most awesome character in the world.

[specificallyjude]

social media au: fanboying

pairing: mason mount x driver!fem!reader

summary: a private, but not secret relationship being ruined by the one and only lando norris warnings: swearing. this is also a female reader fic so pls keep that in mind before reading. author note: please ignore any inconsistencies, this is all fake so don't take anything too seriously. I originally starting making this while mason was at chelsea, but then transfer season happened and I had to scrap everything and start over. also if you ever see me reuse any photos in future au's...no you didn't.

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₊˚⊹♡ monaco gp 22 ♡⊹˚₊

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y/n.username monaco you will always be iconic ⭐️

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user i love the y/n and seb duo

user aaahhh everything about y/n in monaco is iconic

landonorris does monaco being iconic have anything to do with your good luck charm being in the paddock this weekend?

↳ user uuuhhh lando is there something you want to share with the class??

↳user do we think he's referring to a man

↳user he better not be, y/n is my wife

masonmount

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masonmount first time in monaco. thank you @redbullracing

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landonorris hey mate 👋

user what is lando doing here??

↳ user I'm pretty sure he's friends with mason

↳ user yeah there's pictures of them at the McLaren headquarters together

↳ user wow...this is such a random crossover

y/n.username posted a story

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user omg did you meet any of the players???

user girl i thought you were a villa supporter. what is this betrayal??!!?

↳ y/n.username don't worry i'm here for business purposes only

user does there happen to be a good luck charm on the field??

₊˚⊹♡ [time jump] barcelona gp 23 ♡⊹˚₊

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masonmount always good luck in barcelona

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redbullracing so glad to have ya this weekend 👏

↳ user mason's biggest flaw is being a red bull fan

user are we not gonna talk about y/n liking this post

↳ user relax she's allowed to like other people's posts

↳ user ikik but mason also used good luck in his caption, and lando did say she had a good luck charm in the paddock last year in monaco

↳ user they could just be friends you know

↳ user he's also friends with lando who is starting front row tomorrow so it could be about that

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y/n.username i was forced to spend the whole flight next to this idiot. please barcelona be good to me.

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lando norris boo tomatoes...you literally wanted to fly together

↳ mason mount i mean she does have a point though

↳ y/n.username thank you 🙏 finally someone with common sense

user guys we got our first mason x y/n interaction...i'm calling it they're dating

↳ user ngl they would be cute together

↳ user them being lando's collective biggest hater is so silly

↳ user couples who hate together, stay together

user why do y'all ship y/n with everyone she talks too, i've had enough

↳ user i know, at this point people think she's dating half of the grid

↳ user it's gets so annoying I don't know how she handles it

f1 drama just posted

Aston Martin driver y/n y/l/n seen with a mystery man after 2023 Barcelona gp. They were seen entering and leaving a driver's after party together following race day. Who do you think this mystery man could be? Could it be a fellow driver or possibly her alleged good luck charm?

comments

user i'm telling y'all it's charles

↳ user nah nah nah it's definitely mick

↳ user you're all delusional

user i feel like he's not a driver, maybe a footballer?

user @f1drama you guys need to stop posting shit like this and let her date in peace. this is her private life.

↳ user fr respect her privacy

₊˚⊹♡ [time jump] 2023 summer break ♡⊹˚₊

mickshumacher posted a story

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y/n.username a well deserved break 💐

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sebastianvettel I hope you're having a nice summer holiday

↳ y/n.username awww i am, come back please, we miss you

↳ sebastianvettel we?

↳ y/n.username i*

↳ user seb really exposed her on main

landonorris nice flowers

↳ user what do you know that we don't ??

↳ user no because who the fuck is that... we MUST know

user y/n casually soft launching a relationship this really is silly season

user queen please tell us who that is and if he can fight

user I'd buy her an even bigger bouquet if she'd just give me a chance

lando.jpg posted a story

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y/n.username my good luck charm 🌟 (@landonorris you better watch you're back)

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landonorris everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days 🤷‍♂️

↳ landonorris I should not have to witness you two being gross and clingy by myself

↳user NOT THE HANNAH MONTANA LYRICS

↳user honestly landos story was a public service act

masonmount love you my flower 🤍💐

↳ masonmount but let's be real you don't need me as a good luck charm

↳ user stop he's cute and supportive and calls her flower. I need to lie down

↳ user is it a reference to the summer break post?

sebastianvettel congratulations you two from the whole family !!!

↳ y/n.username thank you 🤍

↳ user omg seb is such a dad

↳ user stop they're interactions are always so wholesome

charles_leclerc so this means no more googly eyes at each other across the paddock right?

↳ danielricciardo I don't think that's gonna happen mate

↳ user so basically everyone on the grid knew

↳ user the way they're all complaining about how in love y/n and mason are...my heart is hurting

masonmount

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masonmount my girlfriend is in fact hotter than you

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y/n.username please delete immediately

↳ y/n.unsername I have never worn a man utd shirt. this is defamation. villa for life.

↳ masonmount you're too cute

↳ y/n.username hehe love you 💕

benchilwell so happy for you (please stop making out in front of me it's traumatising)

user can they let us live pls I can't handle all of these cute ass posts

↳ user some of us are too single for this

↳ user I need to go lie down on a highway

[lurking-latinist]

How to Suck Less at Summaries

Probably almost anyone who's ever posted a fic to ao3 or a platform with a similar interface has been hit by that moment of panic, breaking in on the euphoria of having finished and polished a fic--"what do I put for the summary?!"

So much so, that "I suck at summaries" in the summary box has become something of a cliche. It's very understandable! You've already put all that work into writing the fic itself, and now you have to write ANOTHER thing with its own set of conventions and expectations? No way!

And I want to start by saying that that's absolutely fine. Fic writing is your hobby, your creative endeavor; you're not obligated to do anything in it that you don't want to. You can leave the summary box completely blank--ao3 will let you--and there's no reason you shouldn't, if that's what you want to do! If you're happy with your summaries, please don't change them. There's no wrong way to do summaries. This is your invitation to ignore the entire rest of this post!

However. My impression is that an awful lot of people aren't happy with their summaries. They would like to have summaries that catch a reader's attention, that fit common patterns, or that give a good representation of the fic; they're just not sure how to accomplish that, or what readers might be expecting. And the good news is that writing various styles of summaries, like other kinds of writing, is a skill you can improve--and that there are some tips and tricks that can help you write the kinds of summaries you may want to write more quickly.

How do I know? Well, on top of having read I don't know how many fics, I've published 200 of my own, with all different kinds of summaries. (In fact, writing this post is my treat to myself to celebrate publishing 200 fics!) So I have a lot of trial and error experience to draw on. I'll be using my own summaries as examples (plus some hypothetical examples), because I don't want to be nitpicking anyone else's!

I'm going to throw in a cut now because this is gonna get long.

What do you want to accomplish with your summary?

That's the first question you might want to ask yourself. And the answer really is up to you! The name "summary" suggests it's supposed to be a sort of short version of your story. That's one option. But summaries are often used to accomplish various other things, too: some of my favorite summaries don't really tell you anything about the plot of the fic, but instead give you a glimpse of the writer's style or lure you in with a question. It can also fill organizational purposes like commemorating the reason the fic was written (although author notes can also be effective for things like this).

Most fundamentally, I tend to think of the summary box as a place to manage your readers' expectations. I want them to have some sense of what the fic they're about to read might be like, and I want to present that in a way that highlights why it might be appealing to them. Of course, what I write won't be appealing to every reader--and an effective summary, plus accurate tags and ratings of course, allows a reader who won't enjoy what I have to offer to quickly keep scrolling and find something that fits their tastes better. But the way I think of them, summaries are really mainly for readers who will enjoy my fic if they decide to open it. A summary for a fic is like a pretty package for a gift: the gift is great in itself, and the nice gift-wrap makes it more eye-catching and more fun to open!

Sidebar: This "managing expectations" thing is, I think, the reason why authors sometimes add notes in the summary like "I'm sorry if this sucks" or "this is my first fic, it's probably terrible." I completely understand where this comes from--you don't want to make your readers expect some kind of genius literature and then only have something to give them that you yourself are still insecure about! But I really do think they're generally counterproductive. On the one hand, that kind of negative self-talk will tend to undermine your own confidence and make you more insecure about your writing, not less; on the other hand, they can subconsciously prime your readers to notice weaknesses and issues that they might otherwise not even have paid attention to! That doesn't mean you have to pretend you think your writing is perfect; very few of us do think what we post on fic archives is perfect. There's nothing wrong, even, with a note like "this is my first fic" or "this one is a bit experimental, I'm not sure how I feel about it" or "this wasn't written in my first language" or even "this is an old fic and I don't think it represents my best work anymore", although I tend to put that kind of commentary on craft in the author's notes rather than the summary, but that's just me; there's no rule. As an example, when I recently published my first fic in the Hornblower fandom, which has a historical setting I wasn't previously very familiar with, I thanked my beta for helping me avoid "historical howlers" and added "any remaining are my own responsibility." That made me feel better about potential mistakes in research by showing that I was aware I might have made some. I put this in an author's note at the end of the story. But, for the sake of you as a writer as well as me as a reader, I'm asking you--please don't start out our reader/writer relationship by telling me it's terrible! Give yourself a chance to shine. Even if there's a lot you're insecure about in your fic, there's something you love--maybe it's the premise, the ship, even one particular line--that makes you want to share it with the world. Use the summary to highlight that. As your reader, that's what I want to know about!

Anyway, now that you've decided what you want your summary to accomplish, there are a couple of very easy ways to fill the summary box that you might want to consider--if they make sense for your fic.

Just quote the prompt

When I write prompt-fic, often very short, I frequently just quote the prompt itself as the summary. An example would be my 3 Sentence Ficathon fic archived on ao3. Since the challenge in this event is to write a complete fic in only three sentences, a summary wouldn't be much shorter than the fic itself! So I just do summaries like

For reeby10's prompt: "Doctor Who, Clara/Twelve, unforgettable."

(Gaps)

This can work outside of prompt memes, too. If you're doing a monthly challenge, for instance, something like

Flufftember day 21, 'breakfast in bed'

might tell your readers all they need to know to be interested in your story and know what to expect.

Set the context

For some fic, the most important thing you want your readers to know going in is something about the fic's context. For instance, with drabbles I sometimes use the summary as a place to sneak in information about setting/what's supposed to be happening that I didn't have room for in the drabble itself. For Susan's Twist, a 100-word drabble, I set the scene in the summary:

Susan is grooving to the latest chart-topper of 1963. But for some reason, the song makes her grandfather uncomfortable.

which meant I didn't have to use any of my 100 words explaining "Susan was listening to the radio, when..." Since Susan's Twist was inspired by someone else's Tumblr post, I could also just have referenced that post in the summary. But in this case, I chose to phrase the premise in my own words in the summary, and cite the Tumblr post in the author's notes (I also tagged the OP when I shared the fic on Tumblr).

Flower Children is an example of a drabble with a not particularly effective summary where I could have used this strategy quite effectively. The summary is just

Neither of them wants to fight.

which is all right, but which doesn't do much to set up the (admittedly cracky) Eighth Doctor/Dalek Oswin pairing that motivates the fic. But then, I've always felt like I didn't have quite as much of an idea as I'd like about what the context for this fic is supposed to be. Maybe I'll write more about them sometime.

Setting the context can also be useful for summaries of AUs. Very often, what draws people into AUs is the AU concept itself.

For instance, the premise of my story te quaerens, Ariadna is that the events of the audio Zagreus go differently and the Doctor remains possessed by/transformed into Zagreus. So that's what I said in the summary:

The Doctor is still Zagreus, but he and Charley find ways to keep going.

In this case, the summary is accomplishing more than one thing; it explains the concept, but it also indicates a bit of the story's tone--it's fairly optimistic given its premise, and it's more about how their relationship evolves than any particular plotty event.

With setting change AUs--especially in familiar AU settings, like a coffeeshop, high school, or fantasy monarchy--often what readers will most want to know is what roles the characters are filling; in other words, how the translation from canon to AU has been made. For instance, my story Warmth is already tagged as a coffeeshop AU with the Fifth Doctor, Nyssa, Tegan, and Adric, so the summary indicates that it's told from the perspective of Tegan as a new employee:

Unexpectedly stranded in London and looking for work, Tegan finds a place where she just might fit in.

If she had been a longtime employee or a customer, that would have changed the story's dynamics, and I would have wanted the summary to reflect that instead. I could have also added that the Doctor is the shop's manager and Nyssa and Adric are the existing employees, but I decided to let the story itself reveal that in this case.

With someone's planted a bath bomb in the matrix, which is a retail AU inspired by an incorrect quotes tumblr post, I just stuck the whole tumblr post in the summary box:

Romana: When you work at lush and a customer comes in and bites the soap because they think it’s cheese… this happens way more frequently than you think. Leela: If you stopped literally presenting soap as deli food this wouldn't happen. Narvin: Who goes into a bath store and thinks something covered in glitter is cheese? Brax: Who goes to the store and just takes a bite from the cheese? ~incorrectgallifreyquotes.tumblr.com

I might do that a bit differently now--maybe more the way I handled Susan's Twist--maybe something like this in the summary:

An uptight employee and a too-suave customer are making Romana's job managing a bath store way too stressful. Thank goodness--probably--that her best friend works for mall security.

And then I'd have put the tumblr post that inspired it in author's notes.

Thing is, though, that reflects my taste and what I think is effective now, but it doesn't mean I did it wrong the first time. People read and enjoyed the story, and it was fine!

Also I just showed this post to Moki and she said she thinks the first one's more intriguing. So that just goes to show, it's really a matter of taste.

This strategy is also useful for missing scenes and things like that. Something as simple as

While waiting for Z to return from the rendezvous, X and Y have a conversation.

can draw in readers very effectively, especially if X and Y's conversation was kind of obviously a gap in the story that they might already be curious about.

Use a quote

A surprisingly effective and straightforward way to create a summary is just to use a quote from the fic. I've seen tons of great summaries like this that hook me in immediately. I struggle with using it myself, because I want the line I quote to be powerful/impactful/intriguing and give some sense of what the plot is like and make sense out of context, and I don't often seem to be able to find lines like that in my own work. But I did for The Moon by Night:

It could not have been more than a day that we clung to the hull of that station full of troopers.

Since this is a space AU for a historical fiction novel, this line gives some sense of how the events of the story have been translated into space, and also shows the voice I'm writing in (I tried to follow the style of the original, which is first-person, which is unusual for me). If you can find a line like that in your work, it can be a great summary. You can even just put the first couple of lines of the fic, especially if you've already worked to make them an effective hook!

You can also use a quote from another source. Was there a line or moment from canon that inspired the fic? A poem or song that fits its mood? You can use the summary as a sort of epigraph. (I often use author's notes for this as well.) If your readers vibe with the quote that inspired the story, they're likely to vibe with the story as well.

I did something like this with Absent thee from felicity awhile. The title is a quote from Shakespeare's Hamlet, and all I put in the summary box was another quote from a couple of lines later:

…to tell my story.

This is so short and contextless, though, that I'm not sure how effective it was. It maybe only works if you recognize the specific Hamlet scene that it's taken from and have thought about that scene in the context of a specific episode of Hornblower. (I promise that, if you do, it's heartbreakingly ironic!) This could have been a good opportunity for me to do a double summary (see below), especially since the story is epistolary and I could've established its context. Although I did kind of like revealing who was reading the letter and when slowly over the course of the story.

Okay, but I do want to explain the plot

Right, so we've established that effective summaries don't have to be in that "back of the book blurb" format. But sometimes you want them to be. Sometimes the thing you're most excited about is the story's plot or events, and you want to communicate that to the reader. But you already wrote the story in order to communicate the plot to the reader; how do you condense it into a sentence or two? Here are some tips that may help.

Are you using familiar tropes? If so, just mentioning them will likely tell your reader not only what the plot is, but that (if they like that trope) they're likely to enjoy it. For instance:

A and B are trapped in a snow cave/ice planet/walk-in freezer and must huddle for warmth.

That particular one will also explain a bit about the setting, if you want.

Relationship status/development is also something that many readers want to know, whether it's a romantic or a gen relationship (e.g. characters becoming friends or realizing they see each other as family). For instance, if A and B admit their romantic feelings for the first time in that huddling for warmth story, you might add:

They get a lot closer than either of them expects...

I rather like ellipses at the end of a summary; I think they imply, sort of, "read the fic to find out the rest." I sometimes use them to soften a summary that feels a bit abrupt. I feel like this might be just me, though? So if you don't like ellipses, nothing wrong with ending that same summary with a period.

If you have a fic where the entire content is some emotional development between characters, the entire summary can easily be that too!

I don't really write smut so I don't have good advice for summarizing it, but I get the feeling this might be a relevant strategy for it?

What changes in the story? This could be a change in characters' attitudes towards each other, in the information they have, in their physical situation, or anything else. A story doesn't have to be about one single major change, but there's almost always at least one. (Or a change fails to happen, but in an interesting way: "five times Lois Lane didn't realize Clark was Superman" would be a perfectly intriguing summary!)

What demands are made of the characters? Many stories involve a character overcoming some kind of challenge or meeting some kind of test. A summary can indicate what that challenge is--and you don't have to indicate whether or how the characters meet it! This can contribute to a feeling of suspense, so that the reader feels they need to read the story to find out how the characters react. For instance, I summarized my story Journey as:

The Doctor and Ace need to stop a dimensional leakage to put a life-sucking entity back where it belongs. But to do so, they'll each need to protect the other in their own way.

What are their own ways? Do they succeed? The reader can probably guess that they do--but how? Their attention is caught, and they'll have to read to find out!

Some notes on format and style

Summary style is as personal as the rest of your writing style, so this is only intended as a mention of a couple of trends I've noticed.

Sometimes summaries are 'in-universe'--i.e. they describe the characters and what they do, without reference to the existence of the fic itself as a textual entity--and sometimes, like the "five times" example I gave above, they refer to the fic's format, characteristics, relationship to canon, etc. in direct terms. (For instance, the example I gave for a missing scene was 'in-universe,' but I could just as well have said "While waiting for Z to return during Episode 3..."). Either of these approaches are fine, although I personally tend to incline more towards the in-universe style unless I have a particular reason to use the other, such as in Differences of Opinion, which took a lot of metatextual explaining:

When I read enough easily-crossed-over stories, such as for instance the Age of Sail books that I have been reading lately and also spaceship stories inspired thereby, what inevitably happens is I end up with a nebulous meta crossover setting where they can all hang out outside of their respective canons. Here's one conversation from that setting.

I keep wondering if something more terse might have been more effective, and I could have put all that in the author's notes. But I really think that for anyone who would enjoy this fic, the metatextual complication is a big part of the appeal. So I put it in the summary.

It's pretty standard to write in-universe-style summaries in the present tense, even if the fic is in the past tense. "The characters do this and that," not "the characters did this and that." You don't have to, but it's what your reader is most likely to be expecting.

It seems to be quite common to have a double summary: one that maybe reflects the style and tone of the fic, and another, more matter-of-fact one that explains the plot. They're frequently joined by "or." I don't typically use it--maybe because I rarely have the problem of having too much summary--but if you do, this could be a great solution.

Spellcheck and proofread your summary extra. Whatever strategies you normally use to make sure the words in your story are the words you actually meant to write, it's a good idea to turn those strategies on the summary with special intensity. After all, this is your first impression on your reader, so you probably want to look as polished as possible!

These are just a few things I've noticed that I tend to think about when staring at that blinking cursor in the summary box. I hope they may help you, too, to feel like you have something to say in that moment!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 51

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Trapped in another holding pattern. That's all that life seems to be. Phases. Dull and prolonged. Waiting but for what?

Your days aren't much different than before Lloyd's return. He may as well have stayed gone. For you, he's not there. He's nothing. He doesn't deserve to be anything to you.

Your routine once more stagnates; sleep and feedings and some crying. Between it all, you see Harlan or Dottie, sometimes both. Your mother-in-law has grown quiet, even evasive, since her son came back. You know why but you won't argue with her or her precious Marion.

You get your walks in, looking forward to the escape from the suffocating walls. Andy passes you often, waving or saying hi. He doesn't try to talk again, not with your father around. They barely acknowledge each other. You ignore his texts. You're still trying to figure it all out.

When you're at home, Harlan holds Luna as you catch up on your reality TV. You whisper back and forth about your most hated personalities. It can never be what it once was, or what you wished it could be, but it's manageable.

That day, Harlan and Dottie go into town to do some shopping. You haven't seen Lloyd but you don't mourn his absence. Not like before.

You have Luna downstairs in her rolling bassinet. She's fully fed and sleepy. You might do some cooking. You're finally feeling up to it.

You shiver and watch your daughter dozing peacefully. Why is it so cold in here? You hug yourself and notice the draft freezing in from the kitchen. You find one of the french doors slightly open and push it shut. You can guess who did it. You should lock him out but you'd rather not provoke a confrontation.

You go back to the front room. Something feels off. You don't know. Maybe it's just the empty house. You check the thermostat then the bassinet. Luna is tucked against the side. She must feel it too.

You make sure the wheels are locked before you flit out to grab a quilt from the nursery. You pant as you get to the top of the stairs. Whew, you still got work to do before you're anywhere close to back to normal.

You snatch the sewn pink blanket and come back down, catching your breath as you sweep through the doorway.

“Lulu,” you say quietly, “gonna swaddle you up–”

You notice the angle of the bassinet. It's not how you left it, almost parallel to the sofa instead. You rush over and nearly scream as the bottom stares back at you empty.

You drop the quilt and spin, searching for any sign of the culprit. You storm back into the foyer and stomp a foot.

“Lloyd!” You bellow, not caring if you wake the babe, “where the fuck are you? Give me my baby!”

Nothing. Just the echo of your anger. You snarl and holler again. Louder.

“LLOYD! I'M NOT FUCKING AROUND!”

You stride forward and go down the hall. Not in the kitchen. Nope, not in the dining room either. You go through the first floor, yelling, then ascend the stairs again. There's no way he could've snuck her up there.

“You motherfucker. Lloyd!” You stop at the top, “it's not fucking funny.”

“Jesus Christ!” You hear a door swing open, then another as he comes out of his bedroom, “what is it now? Wanna call me more names? Push me around?”

He has a towel clutched around his waist as his feet slap on the floor. He glistens, his hair slick and dripping the noise of the shower still buzzing. You gulp and your heart drops.

“Lloyd, give her back.”

“What?”

“Don't. Give me Luna.”

“Luna–” he grimaces, “what the fuck? You serious? You won't let me see her and now– wait, where is she?”

You stand silent in horror. He's a loar to the bone but dammit, he's convincing.

“You took her. I know… I went to get her a blanket and you…”

“I've been in the shower for twenty minutes, sweetheart,” he sneers, “I… she's… gone?”

You croak. It's all you can do. You spin and hurtle back downstairs. You near the bassinet again and squeal. Gripping the sides as panic floods your chest.

“She's gone! Lloyd! My baby! Where is she?!”

You hear him come downstairs and his footsteps rush across the floor, searching everywhere you did. He appears from the kitchen, barely hanging onto his towel. You look at him as he stares at you palely.

“The back door was unlocked.”

“I know, I thought you were out there–”

“Peaches,” he utters as his eyes dilate, “call the police.”

🍑

You're still sobbing as the red and blue flash on the other side of the window. You told the story a dozen times over. It's 2am and you haven't seen Luna in thirteen hours. You feel her absence heavy in your chest.

Your baby. You failed her. She's gone and it's all your fault.

Why didn't you just take her upstairs? Why did you want to cook? Why weren't you watching her? Why didn't you lock the goddamn door?

“Honey,” Harlan clinks down a mug and his weight dips beside you on the couch, “they'll find her. She can't have gone far.”

“No, no, no,” you bawl, head throbbing, “someone took her. Someone– it's all my fault–”

“Shhh, shhh, it's alright. It'll be alright. She got everyone lookin’, they'll find her.”

“I fucked up!” You fold over your lap, “I was selfish--c-c-carlessssss.”

He hushes you again and rubs your back. You can hear the police milling around outside, a few inside still investigating every nook and cranny.

“Ma'am,” an officer approaches, “we're doing what we can but these things can take a while. You know, we got a few volunteers from the neighborhood too and some statements–”

“I don't care! I want my daughter back,” you snap.

“Sorry, officer, she's just…scared,” Harlan slings his arm over your shoulders.

“Understood,” the officer says, “we're doing all we can.”

You sniffle and bury your face in your palms. This can't be real. It is and it's all on you. You wished so many times that Luna would just go away, you didn't want her, you remember that, and now that wish came true. You are a monster.

“Breathe,” Harlan coos as your breath turns shallow and suffocating, “honey, please, you needa–”

“Let me look!” You sit up, so dizzy you nearly keel over, “I wanna look for her.”

“Dear, you already did. You needa rest.”

“No, no!” You shove him away and stand, slippers slapping as you stomp around the couch, “she's my baby, I can find her! I know I will.”

“You won't help. Lloyd's already out there–” Harlan calls after you as he follows.

You hurry through the entryway and burst out the front door. You hear your father swearing as he scrambles for his shoes. The snow crunches under your thin soles as you jog past the cruisers and the uniformed figures.

You turn down the street without a thought. The streetlights flash over you, yellow, then darkness, yellow, dark…. You don't know where you're going. Maybe you want to disappear too.

You hear Harlan calling your name but he's getting further away, not closer. You slow down and cough, lungs burning. You lean on a fence post and bend to collect yourself.

“What are you doing out here?” A drawl brings you straight up.

You squint. You think it's Lloyd at first, you haven't seen him since the police got there. Andy steps into the soft hue of the lightpole.

“I… what are you doing?” You throw the question back at Andy.

“I'm a volunteer firefighter. Heard there was a missing baby so I've been helping. I'm sorry to hear about Luna. I don't know who would do this.”

You shake your head and snivel, “I don't know.”

“I know what it's like to lose a child but… I think… she's out there. It'll be okay. You'll see her again, I know it.”

“I hope,” your voice cracks and wipes your eyes as your grief spills anew, “I should go back.”

He says nothing. You back away and turn, dragging your feet down the pavement. You see the sirens lit up and the distant beans of flashlights. Suddenly, you're caught around the neck, a hand smothering your mouth.

“Do you wanna see her?” Andy whispers as you kick out, “Luna needs her mommy…” he wrestles you out of the cone of light and behind the fence, “so do I.”

You thrash, clawing at his sleeve. Your slippers fly off in your struggle as he squeezes tighter. No, it can't be him.

You were wrong. Again.

[trynafindbarbiee]

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH NOW

I didn't thought I would do it, because it's only gonna waste my time and energy but y'all are getting out of your boundaries now.

None of this matters to me at all. I'm not obligated to prove myself; it's ultimately futile in my opinion. Although I've proven myself two or maybe three times already, I'm living my life peacefully, so why should these miserable people matter to me? I won't even remember after a while nor your pathetic opinions about me 💀!!

No matter what I say, there will always be doubters, and there will always be those who believe. It's not my job to convince people of my experiences or beliefs, and I don't have to prove myself to anyone. I'm living my life peacefully, and I don't need external validation from anyone. I'm grateful for my experiences, and I don't need anyone else's approval to know they're real.

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Why are you charging money when u have manifested trillions of dollars in the void :

I could manifest endless money into the void, but that's not the case. Even after entering the void, we still have jobs, we eat, we sleep, we live normal lives like ordinary people. There's a renowned blogger on Tumblr (I won't name her) who has also entered the void yet continues to work. Helping people through my abilities is my choice and I like it and so I seek compensation for it.

Even after entering the void and manifesting various things, you will still desire activities that bring you joy. You will starting to want to live a normal life. Eventually, you will become accustomed to manifesting everything instantly from the void, and it will cease to excite you.

If I really wanted to scam, I could have charged $500 or so, but I didnt, and still being called out as a "scammer"? $12 ain't gonna make me rich.

While there have been scammers within the community, it does not follow that every person offering a paid (and reasonably priced) service is a scammer.

You can't manifest for others :

How dumb of you all to say this.

"everything is possible"

Proceeds with "you can't manifest for others, stop lying"

Ultimately, it boils down to one's assumptions. If you believe it's a scam and that it won't work for you, then that will likely be the outcome. Is that not so? Now, do I gotta explain all the fundamentals to you all?

IT IS POSSIBLE TO MANIFEST FOR OTHERS (speaking from my own experience), and if you think otherwise, you simply have a limited mindset.

"It will only happen in your reality, not theirs." Not everyone believes in the existence of infinite realities, and it's okay to have different beliefs. However, if you do believe they exist, then this is what the truth would be, FOR YOU.

You are a male/boy, because your payment account is having a name of a boy :

I'm astounded by the sheer ignorance and absurdity in some individuals questioning someone's gender based on the name on the name of the payment account.

Are you all seriously assuming I'm male just because the account name is masculine? Common sense seems to be lacking here. I'm using my cousin's account. Is there a problem with that? I am merely utilizing my cousin's account. Please refrain from making such baseless assumptions.

She shows you her writings as proof and the photo she says as proof is her necklace and phone photo :

If you choose not to believe them, then so be it. What do you want me to do? To me, they are sufficient as "proof." If they are not for you, then fine, I won't put myself in a situation where my privacy would be breached just for the sake of "PROVING" to you that I really entered the void.

First, you all desperately demand proof, but when someone provides it, you claim it's fake. Nevermind, be stuck in this cycle:)

Why on earth do people persist with these baseless assumptions and relentless demands for validation? It's utterly draining and disheartening. If my evidence isn't enough, there's absolutely nothing I can do. What else do they expect? It's not my responsibility to prove my authenticity to anyone.

Read this ask

Reading that you should have realised that nothing can ever be enough for you all as proof.

And if you don't believe in those then why are you even in this community? What is making you believe those writings of others saying, you can have your dream life in a day, are true?

"trynafindbarbiee you don't have to deal with these manifest things, you can enter the void instantly anyway, why don't you live your life instead of wasting your time here?". - shouldn't it apply to all bloggers now? 💀

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Anyone who's charging for their services isn't a scammer always. Accusations of such reflect a limited mindset. It is indeed possible to manifest for others, and some individuals in this community have successfully done so.

The community has become more cautious about distinguishing fraudulent offers from authentic ones. I find it absolutely hilarious that you all label such offers as a scam, as if $12 could somehow make a person rich overnight. It's honestly quite amusing!

Now, one bad comment about me = BLOCKED !! I don't have time to waste on limited minded peoples, who not knowing a thing about me, proceeds to call me a scammer.

So, now, stop with your pointless assumption about me. And do better + get a life <3

And THANKYOU to everyone who are still with me and refusing to believe the nonsense going about me on here. I may not reply to your postive asks but know that I love you all !! 🤝🏻💞

[mrspark7777777]

Didn't Jimin told he don't even remember the last time he had a crush ? Doesn't that mean he not even have a crush to write about love let alone a relationship. So why we are saying Jikook are couple when Jimin is saying he doesnt know the feeling of love and wish to find a gf in future ?

Once upon a time my friends and I got so mad about the haters that we created a discord and called it Minggukie revolution. Its still there... still exists. But now we mostly just report and talk about Jikook. U know why? Because y'all just ain't worth the trouble anymore. I agree with those who are always saying not to give y'all a voice... a platform to do this shit over and over and over.

Especially with things that involve common fucking sense.

Jimin saying he doesn't know the feeling of love and wish to find a girlfriend in the future?

Is that... is that what he said? Oh. Right. That's what you heard. Right. Right. Of course. 🙄

I have my asks off on my main because I know I can't help myself and always have to reply to you shits but I'm gonna need to be stronger and all other jikook accounts need to be stronger too. We need to start ignoring u assholes and just enjoy Jikook in peace.

I have had to delete some other asks on the same and its ridiculous. I will genuinely answer you before I go though. There's an anon who came to my ask box laughing that we were clowned by Jimin after saying him and Jikook have been a couple for 84 years. Like bro, think!

Jikook have been together for a long ass time. Which means Jimin was crushing probably before we even started getting footage of BTS. That's more than 10 years. So yes, it makes sense that he would say that he doesn't even remember the last time he had a crush!

Coz he crushed, fell in love and is now dating the love of his life. His crushing days were ages ago. I definitely don't remember my first crush. I don't remember how i was feeling those early days with my husband but that don't mean I love him any less or that we are not together.

Do you people even try to think? You're exhausting, truly. Doing my best to ignore you from now on.

[hurtspideyparker]

What do you think about Marvel's move bringing back RDJ but now as Dr. Doom. I just wondered how this would affect Peter...

At first I was like OH MY GOD ROBERT DOWNEY JR. because I just adore! him! And of course I would love him back in Marvel, cuz I'm a sap and RDJ as Tony Stark revolutionized superhero cinema. Also "new mask same task" and striking the Tony Stark T pose? Legendary stuff.

Then I actually thought about the implications and the character, and I'm just not a fan. Bringing Downey back as anyone but Tony Stark is really weird, and doesn't make sense. Feels like an insane Tony Stark+Dr. Doom plot, which they made up just to get RDJ back cuz he's the money maker. Plus Dr. Doom deserves a new unique actor, especially a Romani one. I do love Dr. Doom as an MCU villain though, if he is cast properly. If they were gonna bring a Tony variant into the MCU make him a TONY variant, using Dr. Doom isn't it. Although under different circumstances I'd love to see more of RDJ as an antagonist, he's an incredible actor (his 1998 film US Marshalls started a fire in me for him to play more villains).

ANYWAYS - ignoring all the negative stuff, let's talk about Peter Parker!

I'd like to imagine a scene where Peter is fighting Doom - he's using his usual quips, being silly. He thinks it's just another day, another villain. Doom is incredibly strong and it's a tough fight, but Peter just manages the perfect hit to tear Doom's mask off.

Then he hesitates.

While scarred and cruel, the sight is still unmistakably familiar.

"Tony?"

Doom doesn't waver, he strikes Peter with deadly and immediate force in his moment of weakness.

Peter goes flying backwards, smashing through glass and brick.

He's hurt, badly, lying still on the floor beneath Doom. Bloody and torn Doom leaves him there, a pitiful and easily distracted kid. He doesn't know what he said, nor does he care. Von Doom just squashed a bug.

Left alone, Peter suffers from the ache in his body, the hit to his ego, and the biggest question - what did he see?

He questions whether he was drugged, or having a stress-induced hallucination. It doesn't make any sense for this to catch up to him in the middle of a battle. That's usually when he's most focused and level headed.

Sure, he used to see Mr. Stark. In billboard models with goatees, in the kind smile of a professor, in the corner of his eye when walking down the street. He never thought it was really him though, and it's been years since he's been struck so painfully with memories of his old mentor.

This, this is completely different. He stared right at Tony's face as clear as day.

Maybe Peter drags himself to the nearest hero. Still bloody and bruised, but he has to tell someone what he saw. Who is there? Who can he call? Hawkeye? Bruce Banner? Daredevil? They may not know Peter Parker, but he's still Spider-Man. He has a big name, and I'm curious who's taken notice.

Personally, I'd kill to finally get a Spider-Man and Fantastic Four team up in theatres. With the FF movie coming out and Doom being a big nemesis to the team I'm really hoping we get some Fantastic Four and Avengers interactions.

Anyways. Peter warns them, or does research on his own. He obsesses over this Doctor Doom.

Fast forward, maybe Doom and Peter work together against another evil, or Doom's own invention. Or maybe they're just near each other enough to get to know one another.

Doom and Stark do have some things in common, and I think that would strike a chord in Peter. Doom is an intellectual, a scientist, he's a self-absorbed perfectionist.

Doom commends Peter on his genius, his capabilities. Offers him a deal to join him and put his brain to good use. It would hit too close to home for Peter. A kid who wanted nothing more than to be like Tony Stark, to be strong and intelligent. To have his old mentor look at him and acknowledge his effort.

It messes with Peter's head and brings up his unresolved issues with Tony. It makes him sick.

Peter Parker got erased, and now it's like he's reliving his youth and trauma in some twisted and dark remake.

Maybe there's something bigger at play here. Maybe someone is haunting him, torturing him.

Laughing at him.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello hello! How are you doing miss Raven?

Just read your toughts about book 7 chapter 12 part 1 (wow that's a mouthful) and am pretty happy you enjoyed it like i did! I totally agree with your critiques on it too, especially regarding the lack of in-depth analysis towards Cater. I feel like this was the perfect chance to delve into his character even if for a short while, but I guess the team had to limit themselves to a specific number of chapters, and decided to prioritise some things over the others.

Hopefully, when the novel of book 7 comes out(💀) we'll get more in-depth with each dream/characters. At least this is my guess after reading the first novel and snippets of the second, where I really enjoyed the extra details to the world and characters (ignoring the weird language translator spell that doesn't make any sense the more you look into it).

Buut we'll have to wait a long time for that, which I'm mostly fine with because I don't want a rushed product(though the wait is still a little painful😣)

On a side note, the Ace Attorney bit with the two Deuce idea is so genius I really wish it was real. Really put me in a mood to write it when I read it dndhejvd

Anyways! Sorry for the too long yap and wish you a good day/night!!

[You can read my full thoughts on the book 7 part 12 Cater and Deuce update here!]

Twst 2025 updates gonna be like book 7 chapter 20 part 34 section 56 paragraph 89 sentence 10 💀

Yeeeah, I feel like Cater's dream was relegated to being one of those "funny haha" dreams (*stares at Epel*) and didn't really examine his character in a new and/or meaningful way 😔 I'm not sure if there would be a satisfactory way for the devs to have us dream hopping to each of the casts' dreams without something being compromised, whether it be the pacing or the quality of the writing. Unfortunately, each character is only allotted so much time... so Cater wasn't able to have his character shine and we focused on some of the shallowest aspects of him, things we already know. You'd think that literally being in his dreamscape would reveal something... heftier (?) about him.

I don’t expect a full-on depresso Cater moment, but I’d at least have liked to have a little more than what we got. Like what if the OG Cater barging in at least acted a little more serious, or had glimpses of his “true” character peeking through? What if we got an actual explanation as to why Cater had his clone be his stand-in, like he was too emotionally out of it that day and needed time for himself?? What if OG Cater wore a normal Heartslabyul dorm uniform, indicating how he wants to be among the common people and be friends instead of the isolated ruler??? What if Cater wakes up because the Deuce imposter trial reminds him of his own inability to be “true” to himself??? We could have gotten WAY more.

LIGHT NOVEL, IT'S ON YOU TO SAVE THE DUMPSTER FIRE THAT IS THE TERRIBLE DREAM SEQUENCES 🤡 But even then, I have major concerns about the length of the book 7 light novel. They'd have to either cut each dream short to contain it all in a single volume OR extend it across multiple volumes in order to grant every dream the proper time and development they didn't get in the game. (I talk more about this topic here!) It sounds like a logistical nightmare no matter how you think about it... And yes, that translation spell makes no sense the longer you ponder it and it was not explained adequately-- Stay strong for the wait... (<- still has to finish reading the first volume of the light novel)

You have no idea how badly I want that double Deuce imposter trial to happen OTL IN FACT I WANNA DO MY OWN REWRITE (since I've actually written a Twst x Ace Attorney trial fic before!) TOO... Alas, holiday season is so busy + I have other things to write so if I do it at all, it might come out around the time the book 7 Heartslabyul update comes out in EN 😭

[sunsetsover]

im finally rewatching ep 3 and i remembered that i meant to make a post abt how captain christ is sus as hell. as in this whole scheme he's got going with kant to me feels less like a legitimate (or as close to legit as it can be given the circumstances) investigation into a string of high profile murders and more like some kind of personal vendetta he has, maybe even w lilly specifically. and i have no basis for that other than how odd christ's reaction was when kant told him fadel and bison have different dads. idk the vibes are just off. there's something not right abt him. the whole situation stinks.

speaking of lilly tho i don't believe for one minute she's got her sons out there ridding the streets of bad men in some act of vigilante justice. bison literally calls it out in the first scene, saying that he'd seen their next target helping poor kids on the news or whatever. and yeah ok bad men often do good deeds, and ofc lilly uses that to try to belittle bison by saying that he's always been easily fooled by appearances. which is a little on the nose given the whole kant thing, but i think that actually the point was that she's referring to herself. as in she's the one doing the fooling this whole time w her conditional kindness and her weaponised warmth. helping poor kids while doing bad things behind the scenes. yknow. a common modus operandi in these circles i'm sure.

anyways my original point is that she tries to make out bison is naive and silly for even asking but at the same time the reasoning she offers them for why that guy has to die is vague as fuck. 'he's the man behind corruptions, drugs, human trafficking, and so much more'??? she might as well have said he steals food straight out of the mouths of the kids he claims to be helping too seeing as tho we're just saying shit. like girl cmon. you're an entrepreneur. i know you've trained those boys not to question you at all but lets try a little bit harder queen <3

i also do think lilly had smth to do w whatever happened to fadel's ex and that that might be why he lied to her when she asked if bison is seeing someone. at least partially. if he knows what she's capable of in that sense then he'd want to keep that shit under wraps, not for kant's sake but for bison's. i've said it before but bison's ignorance only exists bc fadel has worked his ass off to keep it that way. i feel like fadel knows, or at least suspects, that lilly isn't the woman she wants them to believe she is. but ofc fadel isn't gonna tell bison that. ignorance is bliss, and even if it wasn't that's their mother. her and bison clearly have a (relatively) warm relationship. fadel wouldn't want to ruin that with the truth.

also i don't trust style's dad either. why include a character in the intro that is seemingly so unimportant? what the fuck is up with the whole 'boonterm' thing? style's dad is obviously at LEAST mechanic running in these 'bad guy' circles considering style had to drop off the secretary's car to her. which like. idk what kinda bougie ass mechanics rich ppl be having but having your car dropped off to you - by the mechanic's son no less - at some random host bar instead of having to go pick it up seems like special treatment. like maybe it's not just a simple mechanic/customer relationship yk

and u know what as i'm typing this i'm thinking about the spiderweb motif that occurs in the show, first in kant's tattoo and then with keen in the intro (and he has spiderweb tattoos too i think?) and how everyone speculated they may be exes and maybe they are. but like. i also think it's more than that. like i just think that in this show there are a lot of people caught in a lot of webs who haven't yet realised they're the fly, not the spider. yknow.

[ask-alien-hunter-au]

Welcome!

This is the official askblog for the II x BFDI Alien Hunter au!

A short rundown is MePhone4 is an alien hunter made by Cobs looking to redeem himself to his creator. With his team (the II contestants), they look for new aliens to capture and end up finding the Algebraliens.

So this is basically an II/BFDI crossover!

You can send asks to basically any contestant in either show, but the main characters/the ones I've fleshed out the most so far are:

any host/co-host (Including the Announcer)

OJ, Paper and Taco

Paintbrush, Test Tube, Fan and Lightbulb

Knife, Suitcase, Baseball, Nickel and Balloon

Yin-Yang, Microphone, Trophy

Death PACT members (including DPA and DPYA)

Firey, Leafy, Pin and Coiny

Winner, Clock and Loser

Golfball and Tennisball

There are NO II season 3 contestants yet! They aren't here, but they will be later!

Ships in this au (for now):

Twophone (the main focus)

4x

Payjay

The brightest lights (idk what they're called. They're in some funky unspoken polycule basically)

Knickle

Toipad

Fireafy

Coinpin

Freesmart (also a strange unspoken polycule)

Winnerclock

Astrobiology

qpr golfball/tennisball

Ask rules, further au details and about the creator are all under the cut!

Ask rules (Currently open!):

PLSPLS SPECIFY WHO YOU'RE ASKING THE QUESTION TO. I'M KINDA DUMB SO CLARIFICATION IS NEEDED

Don't ask weird things - use your common sense.

No donation asks please! This blog is for the au specifically

Don't ask about the MePhone making the contestants or try and give these guys an identity crisis /silly

Think of yourselves like interviewers or bystanders talking to these characters (or don't. Doesn't matter too much)

Please be patient! I want to try and include art when answering asks, so it'll take me a while

If your ask is a spoiler or something I can't answer at the moment for whatever reason, I'll either just ignore it or answer saying that.

As long as its credited, any fanworks are fine! You can also tag me in them or send them in /nf, I'd love to see them! /gen

Do note that I may answer things out of order. Ones that are just text may be answered first because they're easier. Ones that I'm making art for will typically take longer.

On the topic of adding art, that's a random choice of mine. If I feel like it fits the ask, I'll add it. If it's not necessary, I probably won't

More au details (this will be updated as time goes on):

Cobs created the Meeple products to hunt down and capture other alien life for him to use - what for, no one really knows. MePhone4 was once a great hunter, but his recklessness and disobedience led him to fail too many missions and get kicked out. He was told that he could return when he brings Cobs new aliens and proves himself. So MePhone4 goes to some old friends - the contestants from a tournament he held a year ago. With them, he starts a new tournament to train his own team and show Cobs he's one of the best damn hunters he ever made.

And his plan is working... that is, until he comes across the Algebraliens, a kind of alien he can't beat...

About the creator!

Hello everyone, I'm Laricina! I use he/she pronouns.

My main account is @larix-laricina, I post a lot of OSC art and stuff, as well as AvA/M, mostly. Updates about this au will also be posted there.

Please keep in mind that I am a minor, so no inappropriate asks or anything. I'm also a student working on this in my free time, so it may take me a while to answer some things. I'm only one person.

(exam season is also coming up, so if I disappear in January, assume that's why)

You can also ask me things if you'd like, or if you have questions about the au, I'll answer those too! (like if you wanna ask me about the lore or smth) I may have little creator notes at the end of asks, so I'll just mark those as "Laricina" or just as "notes" so you know it's me yapping.

I have a lot planned for this au, and I'm also gonna be posting it on ao3 (the series name is the same as the blog name), but writing normally takes me a bit, so I made this blog! Hopefully you all have fun here and I hope you enjoy the story :]

[missnight0wl]

I'm watching Agatha All Along, and I'm loving it (except for Alice's death), but one thing occurred to me yesterday that I have to share. And that is...

What exactly is the point of Teen's sigil?

The general understanding of it is that it's supposed to protect Teen's identity - which makes sense since it hides his name and whatnot. Except... it really doesn't make sense. After episode 5, it's pretty clear that Teen is Wiccan, right? Therefore, we assume he's also Billy Kaplan, and therefore Billy Maximoff. But here's the thing. No matter if he knows about his connection to Billy Maximoff/Wanda, he probably still introduces himself as "Billy Kaplan". I mean, I heard that Jeff Kaplan and Rebbecca Kaplan were cast for the show, so it'd be weird if their son insisted he's Billy MAXIMOFF. So, if he told Agatha: "I'm Billy Kaplan"... she'd probably just shrug it off. Yes, it would spoil everything for us, but for Agatha "Billy Kaplan" has no meaning. I think it's very unlikely she'd be like: "Oh, this boy's name is Billy AND he's interested in witches? He HAS TO be Wanda's son!". Perhaps the thought of Billy M. would cross her mind, but I doubt she'd get fixated on it. William is a pretty common name, after all.

My point is that if the sigil is indeed meant to protect Teen by hiding his identity, the way it works is very weird since it draws more attention than the name itself would. You know what I mean? Unless... that's exactly the point.

What if the real reason the sigil was put on Teen was to intrigue Agatha and make sure she goes to the Witches' Road? What if it's the main thing the caster cared about, for whatever reason? I mean, if that's the case, it totally worked. Agatha wanted to leave Teen before she saw the sigil. Yes, the mention of the Road got her interested a bit, but only after the sigil appeared, she was like:

And then: "Ok, I'm driving".

With that in mind, I think we have three main suspects who might've put the sigil.

Teen. We know he really wanted to go to the Road, so it makes sense he'd do everything to ensure that Agatha agrees to that. And it was said that the sigil is amateurish and whatnot. I'm aware it's not the first time Teen is suggested as the caster, but from what I've seen, people always talk about the protection aspect. But why Billy Kaplan would feel the need to hide that he's Billy Kaplan?

Rio. Rio knows Agatha very well, and she immediately recognised she thinks Teen might be Nicholas. Well, I assume she'd also know ahead of time it might happen, so she might've used this knowledge to get Agatha hooked. Why Rio would want Agatha on the Road so badly? I don't know. But I think it's possible she worked with Teen to free Agatha from Wanda's spell, too. For example, notice that she steps in when Agatha kicks Teen during the interrogation.  I admit it doesn't have to confirm they're in cahoots, maybe Rio simply decided on her own to make sure the freeing goes well, but still.

Wanda. I know this one is also quite often discussed in the context of protecting Billy Maximoff, but I guess she might've had a different goal, and that's again about drawing attention. Why would Wanda want to draw the attention of witches (and Agatha in particular) to her boy? Well, perhaps it's about the guidance. Maybe she was like: "If he ever decides to explore the witches' world, he should have a mentor, and I can't let it happen that he's ignored and left alone (because it didn't go well for me)". And Wanda knows Agatha is a "nosy neighbour", so how she could possibly pass by some mysterious sigil. Also, I have to point out that the last time they spoke, Agatha was like: "You're gonna need me" to which Wanda replied that she'd know where to look for her.

I admit it's not a massive realisation, but I'd say it changes quite a bit.

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 21

Word Count: 4.3K Warnings: depictions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of death

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

A/N: oof, I need some more practice writing fight scenes

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She couldn’t believe her eyes. After weeks of no contact and near disappearance, Derek stood before (Y/N) as though nothing had happened.

Probably because he wasn’t there to see her, nor had he been expecting to find her in the boys’ locker room after the match.

Derek cleared his throat as he broke his gaze from (Y/N)’s, regaining his stoic composure. “We need to talk,” he stated firmly.

“All of us,” a man said as he appeared behind the alpha.

“Holy shit,” Scott murmured under his breath. “What the hell is this?”

(Y/N) and Isaac exchanged confused glances. They had never seen that man before, but it seemed they were the only ones baffled by the new character. There was something odd and dangerous about him that much they could ascertain. But there was more to him. There always was.

“You know,” Derek sighed. “I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the Sheriff’s station.”

“Okay, hold on. He threatened to kill my mom,” Scott defended himself. “And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?”

“I’m gonna go with Scott on this one,” the mystery man agreed. “Have you seen his mom? She’s gorgeous.”

The devious line was met with a chorused “Shut up,” but it still didn’t explain who he was or what he was doing there with Derek.

“Hate to interrupt the amusing banter,” (Y/N) interjected, “but who is this guy?”

“He’s Peter,” Scott said. “Derek’s uncle. A little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire, and Derek slit his throat.”

The words fell heavy upon the girl. Scott had told her about their run-in with the man, but he’d left a particular detail out. She knew he had terrorized Scott and the group; she knew he had perished in the fight, but she didn’t know Derek had been the one to land the final blow. Yet, Peter was there. Alive and well, and seemingly unbothered by the fact that his nephew had murdered him.

“So, we got necromancers in Beacon Hills now?” (Y/N) blurted. “How is he alive?”

“Look, the short version is he knows how to stop Jackson and maybe how to save him.”

“Well, that’s very helpful,” Isaac muttered, “but Jackson’s dead.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” Scott answered Derek, “Jackson’s dead. It just happened on the field.”

“If I can put in my two cents here, I’m pretty sure something else is going on,” (Y/N) declared. “Gerard wouldn’t let his prize possession just die. It makes no sense.”

“I’m afraid the girl is right,” Peter said. “If Jackson is dead, it’s because Gerard wanted it to happen.”

Before the conversation could continue, (Y/N)’s phone rang, startling everyone in the room. She quickly excused herself, noting her uncle’s name lighting up her screen. It had been weeks since he had reached out to her. The family was at odds. That much was true. And it was almost certain that Allison had poisoned the well against her. But that wasn’t a night to ignore calls or have petty arguments. They all had a common enemy, even if they didn’t want to work together to stop him.

“Uncle Chris?” she asked as soon as the call connected. “Is everything okay?”

“You need to get here now,” he whispered. “It’s your friends.”

“My friends? What are you talking about?”

“I don’t have much time, (Y/N). Erica, Boyd, and Stiles are here,” he said. “I need you to get them out of the basement while I distract dad. Your dad is already on his way here to help you, but we need you, too.”

“How do I know this isn’t a trap?”

“Because I’m risking losing my daughter to Gerard by calling you,” Chris stated. “I need you to trust me, kid. Please. Your friends need you.”

“Alright, I’ll be there,” (Y/N) conceded.

“Hurry, (Y/N).”

“Aye, aye, Captain.” (Y/N) hurried back into the room as she stuffed her phone back into her pocket, turning the heads of the four people in the room. “I’ve, uh, gotta go.”

“Right now?” Isaac worried. “Where?”

“I’ve just gotta go, okay?” she said before her eyes fell on Scott. “Keep me updated. I’ll join you as soon as I can.”

“Yeah, yeah,” the boy nodded. “Keep an eye out for your phone.”

“I will. Be careful, guys. We’re in for it tonight.”

“You be careful, too,” Scott reciprocated.

Her eyes fell on Derek before she inevitably turned to run to her bike. She couldn’t seem to shake the worried look in his eyes as they met, a concern she didn’t know he still had for her. The words he had thrown her way had cut deep, slicing into her chest deeply. He had known exactly what to say to push her away and keep her there, using her fears to cement their end. But something in his eyes that night told her a different story, one that wasn’t finished yet.

But (Y/N) didn’t have time to question things unsaid as she sped through the streets of Beacon Hills. There were more pressing issues than the complicated workings of the heart. Her friends were in danger, and she had to do everything in her power to get them out.

She parked her bike three houses over, making sure to kill her engine before she was in earshot. Her phone buzzed with a message from her uncle, telling her to sneak around the back directly into the basement. The door was already open when she got there, allowing her a swift entry into the home.

Upstairs, she could hear her uncle and her cousin talking, and she could barely recognize Allison. She sounded cold, aggressive, nothing like the cousin she knew and loved. But she couldn’t worry about Allison at the moment. Not when Gerard was about to cross her path.

(Y/N) ducked behind the first door she found, hoping that her grandfather didn’t turn his head at the last second and catch her. Yet the man’s retreating figure wasn’t what startled her. As she closed the pantry door in front of her, her back pressed against a person. Instinctively, she drew her elbow back, colliding with someone’s stomach.

“Dad?” She whispered as the man hunched over in pain. “What’re you doing in here?”

“Hiding from your grandfather,” he grumbled. “Didn’t think I’d be attacked in here.”

“Well, next time, don’t hide in a small, dark room,” she shrugged. “But Gerard’s gone. We can head to the basement now.”

“Great,” he groaned. “He couldn’t have left a minute earlier?”

“Let’s just go, dad.”

The duo sneaked toward the basement door, careful not to announce themselves to the other blood-hungry Argent. But nothing could prepare them for the sight before them. Stiles had been beaten unconscious in front of a tied-up Boyd and Erica. The wolves were sequestered by their arms to the ceiling, their mouths covered with tape to keep them from screaming. It was something out of a horror movie.

“You wake him up while I untie these guys,” Henry said. “We’ve gotta get them out quick.”

(Y/N) dropped to the ground, finding Stiles’ steady pulse before she attempted to shake him awake. Half of his face was scattered with scrapes and slowly forming bruises, accompanied by a busted and swollen lip. There was no reason for him to have been hurt, but she was sure Gerard wanted a good enough distraction to cloud Scott’s mind.

“Stiles,” she said for the fifth time. “You’ve gotta wake up.”

“Slap him,” Erica offered hoarsely. “He’s been down for a while.”

“Or use this water bottle,” her father offered. “Might work the same way.”

“I like that idea better.” (Y/N) took the bottle from Henry’s hand, spilling it all over the boy’s face. Seconds later, the boy spluttered awake, choking slightly on the water that went up his nose. “Hey, welcome back.”

“(Y/N),” he croaked out. “You’ve gotta get out of here. Your grandpa…”

“Don’t worry about him,” she said. “Can you walk?”

“Uh, yeah,” he blubbered. “He mostly got my face.”

“Okay, listen to me. Take my bike to your house. Your dad’s worried sick,” she instructed as she handed him her keys. ���Rest up and put some ice on your face. It’s gonna hurt for a while.”

“But I… I wanna help.”

“You can help by staying alive,” (Y/N) replied. “I’ll have Scott fill you in when he can. But right now, you’ve gotta go home. My bike is parked by the third house to the right.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “Thanks, (Y/N).”

“Just be careful out there, okay?”

“Yeah.”

The boy disappeared out of the basement as her father finished cutting Boyd down. He ripped the tape off his mouth, quickly checking on Erica. Something (Y/N) quickly made a note of. She knew they had grown close the past few months, but she hadn’t noticed just how close. His hands remained on the small of Erica’s back as Henry led them quietly out of the house and to the backyard, There was definitely something there worth exploring. Just at a later time.

(Y/N) put a pin on her observation and kept an eye on Allison’s room, knowing sooner or later, she’d have to go to bed. An afternoon of hunting would leave anyone tired.

A minute later, the lights in her room turned off, and the backlights flashed twice. “Okay, guys,” she announced, turning to the wolves. “I’m gonna need you to cut through the woods and head to my house. You need time to recover, and we can come up with a plan for you after everything’s finished. There’s a spare key inside the bird bath in the backyard. Get in and lock yourselves in my room, and do not open the door for anyone but me, okay?”

“Wish we had taken that offer last week,” Boyd chuckled. “Thank you both. I hope one day we can repay this kindness.”

“Just stay alive, kid,” Henry smiled. “Help yourselves to anything in the kitchen. My wife was called out for the night, so you should be able to at least get some food before locking down for the night.”

“Thank you, Mr. Argent.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” he smiled. “I’m just sorry that anyone in my family would do anything to you kids. No one deserves this.”

“Guys, you’ve gotta go,” (Y/N) interjected. “Go straight to the house. Don’t stop for anything or anyone.”

The Argents waited until they couldn’t see the teens through the trees before heading to the garage as Chris had instructed. There, he was already waiting in his van, ready for the next instructions.

“Where is Scott right now?” Chris asked as he sped down the street.

“Last he texted, he and Isaac were on their way to the hospital to check on Jackson,” (Y/N) answered, tentative with her words. Her uncle seemed to be on their side, but she could never be too sure. “Apparently, Jackson is not actually dead; he is forming a cocoon around him. Sounds to me like the Kanima is transforming.”

“I’ve gotta ask Chris,” Henry interjected, “you’ve been dad’s right hand all these years. What’s changed?”

“Allison,” he answered, his hands tightening around the steering wheel. “Gerard is twisting her mind just like he did to Kate. I don’t like what he’s doing to her.”

“If only someone had told you that the old man was a bit twisted,” the older Argent huffed. “We would have saved ourselves many headaches.”

“It really isn’t the time for ‘I told you so’s,” Chris sighed. “I know I should have listened to you, but I truly thought we were doing a good thing.”

“You were chasing innocent teenagers around just because they’re werewolves,” (Y/N) argued. “How is that a good thing?”

“I won’t say our view has been misguided for some time,” the man said. “But the hunters lost their way somewhere along the line, and I won’t let that happen to my daughter.” 

The only thing they had was trust, and they had to blindly walk into unknown waters if they wanted everything to end with the least amount of bloodshed. Henry and (Y/N) chose to trust Chris because, at that moment, he was the only one willing to help.

Isaac and Scott weren’t as easy to convince when Chris was the one to step out of the SUV first. They had no reason to believe that the man who had spent the last year with his eyes on them had suddenly had a change of heart. But once they had (Y/N)’s vote of confidence, they felt inclined to join him. In the end, he was right. The car was faster, and they only had so little time.

“I don’t like sitting next to Jackson,” (Y/N) muttered as the body bag wriggled next to her. She had changed spots with Scott to allow the boy to instruct Chris where they were going. “He keeps twitching.”

“Well, you’re the only one here we know his venom won’t work on,” Isaac whispered. “But for what is worth, I don’t think he’ll wake up any time soon.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Suddenly, a string of slime touched her arm, and all she could do was gag and wipe it on the car’s seat. “Any way we could go a bit faster?”

“No need,” Scott said. “We’re here.”

The car rolled to a stop somewhere in the warehouse district, but no Derek in sight, leaving everyone dumbfounded. But clearly, what he wanted was a grand entrance. He zoomed toward them at a supernatural speed, propelling himself with his arms and feet before coming to a stop with a front flip. If anyone asked (Y/N), she would have said there was no time for theatrics.

No one asked her.

“Why is he here?” Derek asked (Y/N), pointing at Chris. “Already turned sides?”

“He’s here for Jackson,” she spat at his unnecessary comment. “You should know a bit about people suddenly changing sides.”

“Let’s just get him inside,” he said. “That’s what we’re here for.”

Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe he didn’t care about her at all.  

Chris drove the SUV into the garage Derek instructed to, and the rest of the people were walking behind him. Anger and adrenaline bubbled in (Y/N)’s veins, aching for some kind of release. The first person who stood in her way would be getting a punch. It didn’t matter if they were on the same side or not.

“Where are they?” Scott asked once he and Isaac had pulled Jackson onto the floor.

“Who?”

“Peter and Lydia,” the boy replied.

Instead of answering, Derek simply walked toward the body bag, crouching to reveal the transforming boy even as Scott tried to stop him. If there was no Lydia, it could only mean that he was ready to go through his very first plan. And no one but Peter would allow him to do that.

“Think about it, Scott,” the alpha offered. “Gerard controls him now. He’s turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog. And he set all of this in motion so that Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful.”

“No,” Chris denied. “No, he wouldn’t do that.”

“If Jackson’s a dog, he’s turning rabid,” Henry agreed with his brother. “And our father would never let a rabid dog live.”

“Of course not,” Gerard’s voice rang out from beside them, making their heads snap in his direction. “Something that dangerous, that out of control… is better off dead.”

Gerard was lying through his teeth; (Y/N) could see that, and she couldn’t understand how no one else but Scott could.

Thinking it was safe, Derek set off to do what he had come for. He stuck his claws out and went to deliver a killing strike to the unconscious Kanime. But at that very moment, Jackson’s eyes flew open, and he sank his nails into the man’s chest, lifting him in the air as though he weighed nothing more than a doll before sending him flying across the room.

“Well done to the last, Scott,” Gerard smirked. “Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn’t realize that you were also bringing Derek to me.”

Out of nowhere, an arrow came flying through the air faster than any human eye could perceive. But Scott was fast, and he ducked out of the way before it could pierce him. Isaac did not have that same luck. It sent him stumbling backward as it pierced through his chest, leaving him in pain as he failed to remove it.

(Y/N) was quick to wrap her arms around his shoulders, getting her friend out of the way before any more damage could be done to him. At the same time, Chris and Henry did not waste any time emptying their gun clips on Jackson, buying time for the werewolves to recover. Even if all they could get was a few seconds before the Kanima swiped their weapons from their hands.

“This is gonna hurt,” (Y/N) whispered to Isaac as she wrapped her hand around the arrow. “Don’t take it out on me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he groaned. “Just do it.”

He let out a loud growl as she pulled with all of her strength, snagging his skin in the process and somehow her own leg. But all he needed was a couple of seconds for the pain to subside and the wound to close, allowing his wolf form to shine through. (Y/N), on the other hand, had to endure the sting running through her silently.

There was no time to check if she was okay as Isaac, Scott, and Derek all went against the fully transformed Kanime, each trying their best to deliver a debilitating blow. They slashed and bit, punched and kicked, but he was simply too strong.

As they approached him, Jackson threw each of them around, slinging them farther than the last. Derek was the last one to face him, ending with a set of claws lodged in his abdomen. (Y/N) noticed it had been a weakening hit and was moving to help him until, at her side, she heard the sound of skin being slashed.

As the beta stood to help his leader, Allison appeared in front of him, cutting away at the front of his body before digging her blades into his back. Derek could wait, (Y/N) thought. Even if she knew that Allison’s sights were set on the wounded alpha, the other Argent girl thought she needed a bit of her own medicine.

(Y/N) ran toward her before the dark-haired girl could think twice, landing a crunching jab to her cousin’s face. She fell to the ground for a second as she spat out the blood that pooled in her mouth, but her determination was stronger than the pain. Not caring that she was family, Allison dug one of her knives into her cousin’s leg and the other on her shoulder, rendering her useless to continue the fight. All she could see was Derek. All she wanted was revenge.

She was so close she could taste it. Derek’s life was only a few steps away.

But that wasn’t part of Gerard’s plan.

Suddenly, the Kanima appeared behind her, wrapping one hand around her wrist and the other around her neck.

The look of surprise and fear on her face would have been delicious to witness if pain and concern had not been running through (Y/N)’s body. But, even if she wanted to help her cousin, she couldn’t move more than a few steps at a time.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Gerard exclaimed as he appeared from the shadows.

“What’re you doing?” Allison worried. It was clear she had not expected her now beloved grandfather to betray her, not when he had been the one to mold her the way she was.

“He’s doing what he came here to do,” Scott answered.

“Then you know.” Gerard’s mouth stretched in an amused smile, knowing his secret couldn’t stay hidden around so many supernaturals. “It was the night outside the hospital, wasn’t it? When I threatened your mother. I knew I saw something in your eyes. You could smell it, couldn’t you?”

“He’s dying,” Isaac said as he helped (Y/N) to her feet.

“I am,” the older man confirmed. “I have been for a while. Unfortunately, science doesn’t have a cure for cancer yet. But the supernatural does.”

It didn’t take much for anyone to connect the dots of what Gerard was trying to do. They were simply surprised about the lengths he would go through to get what he wanted. Using his own granddaughter to twist Scott’s hand into doing his bidding was diabolical, but it was nothing short of what a desperate man would do for a chance at salvation.

“When it comes to survival,” Gerard exclaimed, “I’d kill my own sons!”

With no more instruction than his name, Scott did what he knew he had to do. With Derek wounded, he was able to drag him to his feet to face the older man. Even though he fought his grip, at that moment, the alpha was no match for Scott.

(Y/N) winced as Derek attempted to reason with Scott, knowing if Gerard turned into a wolf, he’d simply kill him afterward. The man wanted power and health the most, and there was nothing more powerful than an alpha.

“He knows the ultimate prize is Allison,” Gerard boasted. “Do this small task for me and they can be together. You are the only piece that doesn’t fit, Derek. At least not in their love story. And in case you haven’t learned yet, you should really stay away from the Argent girls. It never ends well for you, does it?”

His eyes snapped toward (Y/N) at those words, a pained expression painted across his irises. Scott also shot her a glance, his eyes waiting for confirmation as everyone around him told him to stop. And what the girl did surprised the alpha to enormous proportions.

She nodded.

Scott apologized under his breath and sunk his claws deeper into Derek’s neck, forcing his mouth to widen enough for Gerard to slip his arm between his canines. For that split second, he thought he had done it. He had pushed her far enough to betray him. After everything he’d done, maybe he deserved it.

But he heard her voice at such a low volume he thought he had imagined it. “Do it, Derek,” she muttered like a prayer. “Trust me.”

And he did. He trusted her with every fiber of his being.

Derek closed his mouth around the man’s arm, wincing as the metallic and bittersweet taste of his ill blood coated his tongue. He fell to the ground as Scott let him go, his eyes trained on (Y/N).

She gave him the faintest of smiles and nodded her head toward her grandfather. The show had only just begun. The red bite mark on Gerard’s arm soon enough started oozing a black liquid, surprising everyone in the room but two people.

“What?” Gerard questioned as he noticed his arm. “What is this? What did you do?”

“Everyone said Gerard always had a plan,” Scott said. “I had a plan, too. I just needed a little bit of help.”

(Y/N) limped forward with Isaac’s help, her father joining her other side, smiling at her grandfather as he questioned how Scott had been able to draw a fast one over him. She could feel blood running down her arm, leaving a trail wherever she walked. But blood and pain were the least of her worries. Wounds she could heal later, but that moment, oh, that moment needed to be savored. “You should have really asked around about me, grandpa,” the girl smirked. “Just one look into my student files, and you would have seen that I got in trouble when I was younger for being a pickpocket.”

“No, you got caught,” he croaked. “You aren’t good at it if you get caught.”

“I got caught once,” she said. “After that, I got a hell of a lot better. And I just want to say thank you so much for those mandatory family dinners. They were kind of a nuisance in the beginning but really came in handy there at the end.”

“Did you tell her, Scott?” Gerard spat at the boy. “Did you tell her I was sick?”

“I didn’t have to,” he said. “She was the one who came to me.”

“I could smell it on you from the moment I first saw you at the cemetery,” (Y/N) explained. “I thought the smell of death was coming from the place, but it was you. Then, I saw your little tin cup. What you were popping into your mouth was too big to be mints, and they looked too clinical to be vitamins. “I was at the sheriff station when you were talking to Scott, and I couldn’t believe that he would ever work with you,” she continued. “There had to be more, so I asked him. That’s when he told me his plan.”

“I already had the pills,” Scott added. “All I needed was a way to get them to you.”

With a mask of disbelief on his face, Gerard pulled his medicine from his pocket, crushing the blue and white pills in his hands. “Mountain ash!” he yelped before the rejection made him crumble to his knees. Black oozed out of every orifice, painting him in dark liquid before he crumbled to the ground, weaker than he had been at the start of the night.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Derek asked Scott, too ashamed to look (Y/N) in the eyes.

“Because you might be an alpha,” he said, “but you’re not mine. Definitely not (Y/N)’s.”

But all conversation was stopped when Gerard slithered on the ground. The kids may have bested his attempt at becoming a werewolf, but he would not go down without a fight. With a pained yell, he gave the Kanima his last order, “KILL THEM ALL!”

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