#but now im home and im feelin okay

[spyder-junkie]

EARTH 42 MILES MORALES X READER Part 3

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

this one was short because we’re bringing mama Rio in the next part

The next thing you notice about miles is he is NOTT a good texter.

nonetheless, you work with him, trying your best to pick a day where your schedules to meet up.

“Dont worry about it, mami. Just be cute when I get there.” Miles’ voice rings out through the phone as you look for an outfit. You can hear the clicking of his game controller through the phone.

Its 12:00pm right now, Miles was coming to you meet you at 1:30

“Mkay.” You mumbled, putting different shirts up to your chest in the mirror.

“Ill see you when you get here.” You say, looking at the phone.

“nos vemos pronto, hermosa.” He says, hanging up the phone.

you take extra care while getting ready. You were not quite sure if this was a date, but spending the day with Miles still had your stomach in a twist.

You close the clasp on your necklace just as your phone dings with a text from miles.

You grab your bag, jogging through your apartment to the front door.

Miles bares a little smile when your eyes meet his.

“You look nice, ma” He says, stepping aside so you can lock the door behind yourself.

“Youre not too bad yourself.” You smile,

Miles leads you away from your apartment building and down the block. Its mildly warm outside, and the sun is out.

As you walk to begin to notice Miles’ hand continuously brushing yours. Then slowly his fingers crawl into your palm until your hands are clasped together.

You look over at miles, who is exaggeratedly looking at the sky and pretending to whistle with a goofy smile.

You giggle, holding his hand tightly.

You didnt even know Miles had a sense of humor.

“You feelin’ icecream?” He asks suddenly, pointing to an icecream spot on the strip.

“Always.” You reply, letting him lead you inside.

The place is cute, summer beach themed, and empty momentarily.

Miles smirks down at you as you browse all the flavors in the display case.

“What are you gonna get?” You ask, not looking away from the glass.

“Vanilla.” Miles’ answer is quick.

“What? Thats so borninggg.” You say.

“I havent really gotten into crazy flavors.” He shrugs.

You shake your head.

“Pick a flavor for me then.”

You look back at him, then at the case again.

You choose brownie for yourself, and cookies and cream for Miles.

And as soon as the woman behind the counter hands you the cones, Miles is at the counter, paying for the both of you before you can protest.

The two of you find a bench down the block to sit at afterwards, enjoying your ice creams peacefully.

“You like it?” You ask, gesturing to his icecream.

“Mhm, its real sweet.” He says

“Wanna try?” He extends his cone towards you.

You shyly take a lick from his ice cream, savoring the flavor thoughtfully.

“Its good.” You smile.

“Wanna try mine?” Miles doesn’t think too hard about it, pulling in a bit of yours with his lips.

His face scrunchs up for a moment.

“Yours is MAD sweet.” He says.

“You dont like sweet things?” You ask, turning to face him on the bench.

“I like you.” He says suddenly.

“But nah, im not huge on sweets.” He goes back to eating his ice cream

The two of you go to a park afterwards, spending the day outside.

Youre still there just as the sun begins to set.

“Its gonna be dark soon.” You say, staring up at the sky with your head in Miles’s lap. He was seated upright on the grass, you laid against him.

“Imma walk you home, ma.” Miles says, looking down at you, while you watch the sky.

“Gonna make sure there arent any more men following me?” You joke.

“That shit wont happen again, not while Ive got you.”

And he means it.

He keeps his hand in yours on the walk home, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

When the two of you reach your door, hes giving you a pretty smile.

“Be careful, okay?” Miles’ eyes widen as you press a small kiss to his cheek.

“Im always careful.” He says, pressing his hand to his cheek

you give him a flat stare.

“Aight aight, not always. Mi mal, hermosa.”

You shake your head, wishing him goodbye with a warm smile.

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[sonderessence]

What abt a

e42 miles x spiteful blk fem spider reader

so what if miles (1610) cheated on reader with gwen (😒..) and to get revenge on him for cheating on reader with.. gwendolyn.., we get with his earth 42 self!

(if you could make this a series i would literally cry of joy.)

Angst for 1610 Miles (IM SORRY I LOVE YOU POOKIE😭☹️☹️🩷)

Fluff and Romance for 42 Miles (🤭🩷)

DONT HIT MY LINE! ...

1610!MILES & 42!MILES X READER!

WARNINGS: vulgar laguage (cursing), ✦ CONTAINS: 1610!miles being a bitch!!

a/n: imma be honest, i am such a gwen slander after the movie (still love her tho) 😒 but i so love this idea !!

layout inspo/creds: @hiimayee the best miles fic writer!! :3

NOW PLAYING: I HATE U - SZA

part one. ✦ part two ✦ part three

your boyfriend 1610!miles had been acting strange since he saw gwen after all these years, but you just shrugged it off as him being happy his friend was back in his dimension.

you never thought that your suspensions were true when you found your now ex with his "friend" behind your back.

you looked around the predominantly empty library in search of your boyfriend miles, who was nowhere to be seen. it was highly unlikely for him to be late to anything.

maybe something was last-minute? you would go ask his mother, rio, since you go to her for everything in the more frequent months since miles had been acting — odd — but you doubt she would know since her and her husband were out of town.

grabbing the pile of books you and miles you used to study for the test you knew you were going to fail, you scurried your way you the hushed library.

the sky was temperate, the perfect temperature for the park you thought, smelling the fresh, cool air — but focus! miles has to be somewhere around campus. you stuffed your books it your bag and made your way to his dorm, maybe he was still asleep?

you made your way to his dorm and softly knocked on his door, careful not to wake him. there was no answer. "miles?" you called to the door. again, no answer.

you pulled out your phone from your bag and went to his contacts. maybe he was sick or just skipped school? you had fussed at him the week prior to get more sleep, since he always came knocking at your window to late at night.

wait, should you call him? he's probably busy. and with that thought, you put your phone back in your bag and made your way to the morales house. it wasn't far from the school you two attended, so getting there wasn't a problem.

you knocked on the front door, once, twice. where is he? "miles!! you home??" you heard footsteps from the other side and the door opened to see miles who looked like he was in a rush. his hair everywhere and shirt backwards.

"hey! you okay?" you asked, your voice laced with concern for the boy.

"yeah." he said, his voice coming out hoarse. he cleared his throught. "m'fine, wassup?"

"you were s'posed to meet up with me at the library." you meant to sound playful, but your words came out more of a scoff. "look," he started. "i just forgot."

"forgot?? miles, you could have texted me! i was fuckin' worried about you!" you were furious, crossing your arms with a frown. "you done?" he asked with an eyebrow raised — you could see the twinge on annoyance in his eyes and you could hear it in his tone. "am i done?" you scoffed "are you done running off and not checking up on people??"

he didnt know how to answer that. "look, i'm hella busy right now, we can do the study thing or whateva later." he pinched the bridge of his nose. "fine." you muttered as you walked out the door.

a/n: how we feelin' about the first chapter?? i might have gone all out but part two is otw!

TAGS: @kazustqrzz, @kxllanxtdoor ( the tags are being annoying 😒)

©bachirasegoist, 2023 — do not steal or copy works

[japhoriaa]

# EVERYTHING

☁︎ he cheated, & you lost everything.

pairings ; 1610 or 42 miles x black!fem!r

warning(s) ; cursing , black reader , "violence", mention(s) of blood.

genre ; maybe angst?

a / n ; somethin off the top cause im feelin a lil uugh, today. if i said this isnt a rant in the form of a fic then i'd be lying.

he had played you.

played the fuck outta you. all the "i love you"'s , meant fucking nothing. it was like everything that could go wrong in your relationship, was.

first it was the arguments,

then, it was the constant silent treatment,

then, the blocking on social media,

and finally you caught him. all hugged up with some bitch on his instagram. "are you fucking kidding me miles?! who even is this bitch!!"

"man.. ma its just my fri-" -- "no! dont start with that bull miles, tell me the truth bro." you yelled. your voice cracking whilst tears pooled in your eyes.

you were crying,

not only because you were sad, but because you were angry. fucking fuming if you will.

you couldnt believe he would cheat on you after everything. he'd met your parents, your cousins, your whole family, & they all loved him. but not like you loved him.. not even close. "aww, ladybug, its okay." your mother coo'd as she held you.

but it wasnt ok. he cheated on you, and then lied- straight to your face.. you couldnt even be mad anymore, all you could do was cry, and cry. "y/n don't cry, he's a jerk."

is all they could say. but how were you supposed to not cry? he cheated, with her. you figured it would happen one day but now? you'd always been second to her, your whole life.

projects , dance , everything.

you were fucking sick of it.

so here you were. sitting in the principal's office, with a trail of blood running from your nose.

"y/n , your mom's here to pick you up." the lady in the front office spoke. you grabbed your belongings and walked past her.

already knowing you were in for an earful when you got home.

[bohemianblasphemy]

Daddy’s Home part 2

billy butcher x reader

enjoy my lovelies, smut is ahead- i hope this is okay✨✨

read part 1 here: https://www.tumblr.com/bohemianblasphemy/757976045626540032/hello-could-i-request-something-with-billy

The day drew on for what seemed like a lifetime, your mind replayed the events of that morning. While the embarrassment of your whimpering in front of the group had faded upon returning to the office space, you couldn't shake the tormenting anticipation of what was to occur that evening behind closed doors with your lover.

You looked over to the clock that flashed 6:30 pm, deciding that you were done for the day. MM had packed up and was the last to leave, leaving you and Butcher alone. He looks over at you packing up and promptly does the same. you stand up from your desk and stretch before walking towards the door to wait for billy follow you outside.

Drivng back to Billy’s apartment was relatively quiet besides the low volume of the radio playing. you made brief glances over at butcher, who smiled back at you. he places one hand on your thigh and squeezed softly whilst the other steered the car. your body ignited once more with desire and you bit your lip. Butcher noticed your reaction and chuckled. “ you right there babe?”squeezing your thigh once more, this time a little harder. you look at him and grin. “of course i do…” he chuckles and winks back at you, keeping his hand on your thigh for the duration of your trip home.

The evening sun cast shadows across the dim apartment. Butcher opens the door, letting you enter before letting himself in and closing it behind him. he turned to face you, your heart beating hard as he strides over to you. he wraps his arms around your middle, bringing you in for a sweet kiss. “how are ya feelin’?” he asks softly, stroking your cheek with his fingers. “i’m better, now that we’re alone.” you smiled at him. Butcher brings you closer so your chest is pressed against his. “what about we… chat about this little kink of yours.” he smirks as he watches your face go red and look down.

“Don’t shy away from me now love… look at me.” Billy’s index finger raises your chin up to make your eyes meet his. the unexpected action made your breath catch in your throat, the desire you felt for him flowing through you. “ im just a little nervous… ” you admitted, the volume in your voice barely above a whisper. “you’re safe love, im here to learn and explore anything you wish.” he smiles at you assuringly. your adrenaline spiked suddenly, confidence filling your body as you took a leap of faith. “is that so… daddy?” you whispered in his ear.

His eyes widened at your sudden boldness and his eyes turned dark, releasing a deep exhale from billy’s chest. “fuckin’ hell… that sounds so fuckin’ good comin’ from you…” you giggled at his reaction. “i think you’ve unlocked somethin’ inside of me babe…” he whispered into your neck, biting softly at your skin. “hmm… and i can’t wait for us to explore that… daddy.” your hand snakes down to palm him through his jeans, only to be stopped by his hand gripping your wrist. “you’re a cheeky one ain’t ya?” you laughed trying to release yourself from his hold to no avail, his body pushing you towards the nearest wall.

Butcher’s hot breath tickles your neck and his body pressed up against you, feeling his cock hardening against your pelvis. “ as we are goin’ down this road, i’ve got some rules for ya…” you moan feeling his cock against you, nodding at his words. “first off… you will refer to me as daddy when i say so… understand?” “ yes daddy.” you were eager, hungry for more.

Billy smirks at you and puts his thumb on your lower lip, swiping over and pulling at it before gradually moving it into your mouth; which you received with great pleasure. “that’s a good girl…” he whispered, removing his thumb from your mouth and leaning in to kiss you deeply, exploring your mouth with carnal hunger. your hands reached up to tangle your fingers into his hair as you surrendered to him.

Billy pulls away to catch his breath, breaking the fiery kiss. “secondly, you will do as i say, is that clear sweetheart?” “yes…” “yes what?” “yes daddy.” you replied with a sweet smile, Billy grins at you and steps back. “let’s see how well ya listen to me.” he crosses his arms, looking at you to make sure you’re concentrating on his words. “take off your clothes and go to the bedroom.” you nodded eagerly, taking off your layers and slinking off to the bedroom.

You perched yourself on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to walk into the room. his large figure appears in the doorway, his coat and shirt discarded leaving him in just his jeans. Butchers hands reach down to his belt, slowly undoing the metal buckle and pulling it through the loops of pants effortlessly before discarding it to the side. you looked at him, your eyes gazing at his chest and down his legs, then back up to his lust filled gaze. he works on his button and zip, pulling them down along with his briefs down to his ankles.

“Now sweetheart, i want you to get on your knees f’me and suck my cock.” his order rang through your head and you immediately dropped down, looking up to him. he slowly walks over to you and looks down at you at his feet, his tip just touching your lips. you gently hold the base of his length, licking a stripe to the underside of his cock and taking him into your mouth. he gasped and took a hand full of your hair, keeping it out of the way for you. “that’s a good fuckin’ girl… so good for daddy…”

You moan at his words as your head bobbed up and down along his length. your tongue swirled around his tip tasting his precum, lightly sucking on it as Billy’s gasps got louder, know that he was nearing his peak. he pulls your head away from him suddenly, your mouth covered in precum and spit. “holy fuck look at you…” he looks at you in awe, drinking in the state of you. “as much as i’d love to cum in your mouth, daddy needs to fuck you.”

“Get on the bed, get on you back and spread your legs f’me, lemme see your pussy.” he demands; you mutter a ‘yes daddy.” and stand up from the floor, crawling onto the bed to lay down, opening up your legs to expose yourself to him. Billy soon follows you up on the bed before sitting up on his knees at your feet, admiring your body. his long fingers dragged up your slit, collecting your slick on his digits. “god you’re so fuckin’ wet for me…” he slowly inserts a thick finger inside you, a strangled moan erupts from your throat.

“Daddy… fuck i need you so bad…” your back arched as Butcher slowly inserts another finger and curls them, hitting your most sensitive spot. he flashes you his signature grin once again, before coming up to lay beside you, fingers still deep inside you. “ tell me lovey, who do you belong to?” he whispers gruffly in your ear. you struggled to form words due to the overwhelming pleasure.

Billy’s other hand grabs your chin suddenly, forcing you to look at him. “i said, who do you belong to?” his fingers start pumping into you faster, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “y-you…” “and who am i babe?” he grins once more, loving the sight before him. “you’re daddy...” he groans at your words. “good fucking girl…” he places a tender kiss on your lips, reluctantly removing his fingers from your cunt causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

Butcher sits up to kneel between your legs and grips his length, running it up and down your slit and tapping his tip on your clit. you whined once more “daddy, please i need you to fuck me…” he chuckles. “aw my love, you need daddy’s cock?” he teases, ever so slightly adding more pressure to your slit with his cock. your hips buck against him wanting him to take you.

“fuck sweetheart, you’re so needy for me..” he teases you further. “daddy please… i need you, i need you so fucking bad…” you murmured, pressing yourself up against him once again. Butcher smiles smugly at you. “what was that love i didn’t quite catch that?” you almost wailed out of desperation: “please daddy please just fuck me, please fuck me hard… i’ll be your good girl.” he smiled broadly, loving the begging from your mouth. “that’s it babe… since you asked me so nicely…”

With a guttural moan, Billy pushed himself inside of you. His thrusts are rigorous, each once sliding in and out of your folds faster and deeper, his fingers rubbing your clit. “who’s fucking you this good huh?” Billy’s voice is laced with primal lust, “tell me lovey, tell Daddy he’s fucking you good.” You cried out “Fuck Daddy you’re fucking me so good.”, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure flowing through you. your hands clawed at his back, earning a groan from Butcher.

The sound of skin slapping and the bed squeaking beneath you harmonised with the sounds of you shared moans. Billy’s hips moved harder each time, driving you both closer to the edge. “O-oh daddy i’m go-gonna c-cum…” “cmon baby, cum for me, cum for Daddy, fuck i’m so close…”. in a split moment ecstasy filled your body and loud moans filled Butcher’s ear, your body convulses as your orgasm took over; Billy followed suit spilling himself inside you with loud grunts and praises for you.

Your bodies were intertwined in a mess of fulfilled desire and sweat. Billy pulled out of you slowly and lay beside you, breathing heavily as he came down from his high. “how are you feeling?” he asked, his fingers tracing nonsensical lines along your face. you smiled at him, the feeling of euphoria racing through you. “it was everything i had hoped for, Daddy.” you giggled, receiving a kiss from Billy. “Good baby, i’m glad- because lemme tell ya, we are doin’ that again…” he kissed you once more. “now my love, lemme take care of ya, let’s get you cleaned up.”

✨✨✨

[probably-ren]

"Do i wanna know, if this feelin' goes both ways?"

Schlatt x enemy!gn! Reader

It was no understatement to say that you and schlatt absolutely hated eachother. There wasn't exactly even a reason for it, you both just resented the other. It was damn near impossible to get both of you at a party together despite your mutual friends.

Somehow, ted had managed to.

The barbie loving freak had actually managed to get you both to his party after begging you practically daily. Ted was best friends with both of you and all he wanted was for you to get along, though he knew it was damn-near impossible.

So, what would be the first thing schlatt would do when he gets to the party? Get wasted of course.

He had been in the bathroom for a while and since you were still sober, ted had sent you to check on him. After much complaining, you gave in and went to the bathroom.

After waiting a bit and calling for him, you hesitantly open the unlocked door, not before making a crude comment for him to put his dick away.

Inside, you see him knelt over the toilet throwing up all the liquor he had drank. You sigh and step closer, grumbling a quiet "dumbass." as you hold his hair back, the overgrown locks getting in the way.

He groans when he finally finishes and leans back, finally looking to see who helped him and glaring when he sees you.

"I didn' need your help." he huffs, slurring his words.

"Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that." you roll your eyes "look, I'm only helping cause ted forced me to."

"Well, im forcing you to get the fuck out" he huffs.

"No can do, buddy. Teds gonna have my head on a stick if i leave without you." you argue, glaring down at the still drunk man.

You knew from his drunk driving streams that he had a decently high alcohol tolerance, so for him to be this drunk you wouldn't doubt if he downed a full bottle somehow. Ted bought some pretty fancy whiskey for this party anyway.

He narrows his eyes at you and huffs, grumbling something under his breath and practically pouting.

"What are you? 5?" you snicker and sigh "okay, get up, you're gonna get a nice cold glass of water." you sigh and help the drunken man up.

"I dont want water" he practically whines, stumbling and leaning against you, almost pulling both of you to the floor. You ignore him and help him walk out of the bathroom, flipping ted off when you see him smirk at you before continuing towards the kitchen, most of the people from the party had already left, leaving the house relatively empty.

"Too bad" you huff, forcing him to sit in one of the chairs before moving to get a glass from the cabinet, getting some water in it and handing it to him "drink." you practically demand.

He glares at you but relents and drinks the water, in no state to argue with you right now. Ted eventually makes his way to the kitchen and chuckles at the scene.

"So, how are my favorite people doing?"

You glare at him silently, not answering as schlatt answers for you. "You left me with them!" he slurs "they're such a-..a fucken..Bitch" he stumbles over his words.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not-"

"Okay kids, settle down." ted cuts your arguing off playfully, snickering as schlatt puts his hands up in defeat "idiots, both of you" he chuckles.

"You both are staying the night, there's no way im trusting you to drive him home without dropping him off in some lake and leaving." ted says finally, crossing his arms.

"Why cant i just drive myself home?" you complain "you only have one guest room" you add with a huff

"Call it some forced bonding time, you both need to get along anyway." ted shrugs "tuckers taking the couch, his ride ditched him and hes plastered." ted adds.

You groan and roll your eyes, accepting your fate as you grab schlatts arm, practically pulling him off the chair and making a suprised yelp as he stumbles, almost pulling you both to the ground.

"Need some help?" ted smirks.

"Im perfectly capable" you decline sassily, helping schlatt to the guest bedroom "night ted! Night tucker!" you call out half-heartedly, pulling schlatt into the room and shutting the door.

Schlatt yawns and pulls away from you, taking off his shirt, too tired and drunk to care that you are still in the room. You blush and look away, grumbling as you slip off your shoes "choose a side, i dont care which" you huff.

Wordlessly, schlatt nods and practically collapses into the bed, the soft sheets crumbling under him. He doesn't even bother to get under the covers, curling up tiredly.

Hesitantly, you slip into the bed beside him, laying on the edge to stay as far away from the man as possible. Eventually, you hear him get under the covers and scoot closer to you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his bare chest, grumbling something about being cold.

Your face heats up but you cant bring yourself to move away from him. You feel as he burrows himself into your neck, his warm breath brushing against the sensitive skin. You shudder slightly and scoot closer to him, feeling the man behind you grip you tighter, his arm snug around your waist. You could smell a mix of whiskey and expensive cologne, the smell practically intoxicating.

Eventually, you drift off to sleep, your face buried in his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist.

He wakes up first the next morning, his head pounding as the hangover sets in. He groans and buries his face more into your neck before realizing what hes doing and immediately retracting from you, his face turning pink as he scoots away.

"What the fuck?" he grunts quietly, trying not to wake you up or make his head hurt worse. He looks around and notices some ibuprofen and water on the nightstand. "Ted must've came in already" he mumbles, grabbing it quickly and downing it.

He sighs and looks back at your peaceful state, reaching out and brushing some hair behind your ear as he examines your face, the way your lips part gently, the way your nose twitches every little bit. He blushes and looks away "dammit." he whispers with a sigh.

You whine tiredly and begin to wake up, making him jolt and pull away from you more, only just now noticing how close he had gotten.

"Schlatt?" you murmur sleepily, tiredly opening your eyes and looking at him.

He huffs. "What?" he scoffs "sleeping beauty finally decide to wake up?"

You glare "fuck off." you grumble, sitting up and slowly getting out of bed. Causing him to do the same, silently missing your warmth.

"What did i do?" he huffs, standing up and coming closer, still shirtless with his hair a mess.

"I dont know, maybe get shitfaced and make me coddle you like a damn toddler." you scoff and cross your arms, walking to the door, about to leave the bedroom.

"Hey- no-" he grunts, coming closer and holding the door handle shut. "Who said you can fuckin' talk to me like that?" he asks angrily, glaring down at you.

"I did, what are you gonna do about it huh?" you huff, expecting a witty response.

You didn't expect him to tilt your chin to look at him, leaning in close, his lips inches away from yours but not touching.

"There are so many things i could do about it." he whispers breathily, not even he was expecting to respond that way, making him get a bit flustered. Quickly, he pulls away and lets go of you and the door.

"I uh- sorry-" he says, looking away.

You stare at him, frozen and flustered. "What was that?" you question, looking at him.

"Shit- i dont know" he laughs nervously, crossing his arms and not meeting your eyes.

"Is there something you need to tell me?" you ask, tapping your foot anxiously.

"I think-" he cuts himself off "im not sure." he mumbles "im supposed to hate you- i dont even know why i hate you" he begins "but.. I dont really hate you?" he sighs.

You step closer and look at him. "Im not sure i really hate you either.. Last night-" you sigh "felt.. Right." you finish hesitantly.

He gently tilts your chin to look at him again, his eyes darting to your lips, silently asking for permission, once he sees you nod he presses your lips to his.

You quickly melt into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as you feel his (surprisingly) soft lips against yours. His hands rest on your hips gently as the kiss continues. Slowly he pulls away.

"I think.. I love you." he mumbles

"I love you too.." you answer, gently kissing him again.

Woo! Second fic done. Im not great at structuring things and making it so they dont go from hating eachother to loving eachother too quick. I hope this was a decent attempt at it though. Thank you guys so much for all the love, i appreciate it so much!!

[ellswritings]

Heart Monitor 1x06

Episode 7

To Fallon’s surprise, after her accident and spending pretty much all night in the hospital, when she returned home, Derek was still there. Pretty engrossed in his book to her delight. He was pretty concerned about her leg, which happened to be a clean break. He was furious when he found out what happened, but so was Stiles. It was interesting hearing them say pretty much the exact same thing without the other knowing. They both unknowingly agreed that Scott needs to step away from Allison to regain focus.

Stiles’ idea of getting Scott to understand his mistakes is by giving him the silent treatment. So sitting in their shared class, Fallon stares blankly at the white board, periodically writing down notes as Scott desperately tries to get them to talk to him. After a while she did start to feel bad. He has apologized incessantly since the accident and while Fallon did originally want to hit him with a car of her own, she slowly began to miss talking to him.

“Seriously?” Scott sighs upsetly. “You guys seriously are still not talking to me?” No response. “Fallon, you know how sorry I am. I mean, at least it was a clean break, right? My mom says they have a better chance at healing without complications.”

The girl looks down at the white cast covering her leg. He’s right, clean breaks do have a better chance at healing fully. She’s devastated though that she’ll have to sit out at lacrosse practice for the next couple of weeks, which is actually one of the main reasons she wanted to wring Scott’s neck. But knowing Coach, he’ll kill Scott before she does.

She reaches into her backpack, pulling out a small bottle of painkillers. She pops one into her mouth, chasing it with a sip of water. She didn’t do it as a way to make Scott feel bad, but seeing him hang his head in shame out of the corner of her eye did make her feel slightly vindicated.

“You know I feel really bad about it, right?” He tries once again. Fallon can hear the sadness in his voice. She glances at Stiles, seeing if he’s ready to give in yet. Freckles shakes his head, commanding her with his eyes to stand her ground. She huffs, dropping her head into her hand with a frown. Scott leans forward even further, tapping Fallon on the shoulder. “Okay. What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and... that I went to Derek for help?”

Fallon’s head snaps towards Stiles faster than it ever has before. She makes a wild gesture with her hands, showing how desperately she wants to give her opinion on the matter. Stiles tries to stay strong, but the pleading look in her eyes causes him to groan. He exhales loudly out of his nose, “If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting im. But, obviously, I'm not talking to you…”

Fallon’s lip quirks up in a small smile. She lazily writes in her notebook, pretending not to care. “And if I was talking to you, I’d say that I’m proud of you for stepping up and getting help from someone who has more experience with this than you.” Stiles glares at her for complimenting him and she just shrugs. “It’s like the devil and angel on the shoulder thing,” she explains. “I’m the nice one.”

“Uh-huh,” Stiles narrows his eyes, “And I’ve kissed Taylor Swift.”

Scott smiles brightly as things seem to return to normal between the three for a moment. Her and Stiles make eye contact, faces going stoic for a split second. They wordlessly communicate, making Scott wonder how they learned to read each other’s facial expressions so well. Both of them turn around at the same time.

“What did Derek say?”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Walking out of their class together, Scott sticks to Fallon’s side which isn’t heavily unusual, but she’s used to him taking up Stiles�� side, not hers. Most of the time when they walk together, Stiles is in the middle while Fallon takes up his left and Scott his right. But now she’s in the middle. She doesn’t mind it, it’s clearly him feeling guilty over what happened. He even took her backpack from her before she could even grab her crutches. If this is the new treatment he’s giving her, she’s definitely not going to complain.

“Wh--? He wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?” Stiles asks him incredulously after hearing what Derek said to Scott.

“Yeah…”

“All right, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone, and that someone is usually us.” He gestures between Fallon and himself.

Scott sighs, “I know. That’s what he means when he says he doesn’t know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it,” he explains.

Fallon tilts her head in thought, “I mean, it’s not impossible…” she admits. “I know it feels difficult right now, but Derek has control doesn’t he?” She points out with a shrug. “He obviously learned how to do it over time. I don’t think he came out knowing how to be a werewolf. While I do believe he came out with a leather jacket and angry cat face, I don’t think he came out being an expert on control.”

“How do you think he’s going to teach you?” Stiles asks, nodding along with Fallon’s statement.

“I don’t know,” Scott adjusts his backpack strap with an unsure expression. “I don’t think he does either…”

Stiles rolls his eyes at his friend's lack of knowledge, “Okay. When are you seeing him again?”

“He told me not to talk about it,” Scott answers. “Just act normal and get through the day.”

Fallon shoots him a pointed look, “When?” She asks, knowing there has to be a more specific time than that.

Scott looks at her, huffing as he knows he can’t keep anything from her after letting her get run over. “He’s picking me up at the animal clinic after work.”

Stiles nods, “After work. All right. Well, that gives us to the end of the school day then.”

Scott furrows his brows, “To do what?”

Stiles and Fallon make eye contact, smiling in unison, “To teach you ourselves.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

When lunch rolled around, Fallon was summoned by Lydia and Allison, the two girls wanting to see how she was doing after all that happened. Unfortunately, the conversation didn’t last long as Stiles strode by, grabbing her backpack and lunch tray and taking it over to their usual table. She watched after him, jaw agape while the other two girls just looked at her confused. He just stared at her, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for her to hobble over to him. Seeing as he wasn’t going to give up anytime soon, she bid her two friends goodbye before venturing over to him.

That brings them to the present moment, her smacking the back of his head for his rude behavior. “Y’know you could’ve just asked me to sit with you like a normal person,” she scolds, plopping down in her seat.

Stiles takes her crutches, putting them on his other side so they’re not in her way. “If I would’ve done that you would’ve just put your finger up and told me to wait,” he points out. “At least this way, you couldn’t tell me no,” he smiles innocently.

Fallon narrows her eyes but can’t prevent the grin that spreads across her face. She shoves him playfully, “Don’t look at me like that when I’m trying to be mad at you.”

“You’re not mad at me,” he rolls his eyes, popping a french fry from her plate into his mouth. “You can’t be mad at me. You love me too much. Your life would be so boring without me in it.”

“What you call boring most people would consider peaceful,” she shoots back sarcastically.

Stiles reaches over, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her into him as he messes up her hair. The two of them roughhouse for a moment before Scott not-so-subtly slides into the seat across from them, clearly still avoiding Allison.

Fallon tilts her head, still stuck in Stiles’ lap. They stare at him as he hides his face behind one of his textbooks. The girl lifts an eyebrow, “I think using the book as a shield is making your intentions more obvious,” she says. “Besides, she’s not even looking over here. She seems pretty engrossed in whatever that book is about.”

Scott peeks over the pages, noticing that his somewhat girlfriend isn’t looking in his direction. He exhales, lowering the book but not straightening his posture to full height. “So, did you guys come up with a plan yet?”

Stiles nods, silently checking with Fallon. “We think so.”

He stares at them hopefully, “Does that mean you guys don’t hate me now?”

“No,” Fallon takes a spoonful of yogurt.

“No,” Stiles scoffs in agreement. “But your crap has infiltrated Fallon and I’s life, so now we have to do something about it,” he answers sassily. “Plus, I’m definitely a better Yoda than Derek.”

“I choose to take on a more Haymitch Abernathy role in this situation,” Fallon shrugs. “Drunkenly making sure my pseudo children don’t kill themselves,” she points at the two boys.

“Okay,” Scott nods with a small smile. “Yeah, you guys can teach me.”

“Yeah, I’ll be your Yoda,” Stiles smiles.

“Yeah, you be my Yoda.”

“Your Yoda I will be,” Stiles says in a gruff voice, trying his best to mock the character from the films. Fallon chuckles, shaking her head at how horrible it was. “I said it backwards,” Stiles laughs.

“Yeah, I-I know,” Scott nods slowly, showing how he still has never watched the movies, despite how many times Stiles has begged.

“All right, you know what?” Stiles gets up angrily, grabbing Fallon’s bag and crutches before helping her up. “I definitely still hate you. Uh-huh. Oh, yeah.”

He storms off, Fallon huffing as she tries to keep pace. She shoots Scott an apologetic glance, but by the way Allison is approaching him, Stiles having a fit about Star Wars is the least of the werewolf’s worries.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Fallon’s theatre class had ended up being rather active for the girl’s current predicament. They were introducing new stretches and class bonding exercises to get everyone ready for the Beauty and the Beast production. She was upset that she couldn’t participate, but her teacher, Ms. Potter was more than understanding. She gave Fallon the script early, granting her a free period to read over it since she can’t do any of the activities in class.

So now she sits with a highlighter dangling from her mouth on the lacrosse field, her legs sprawled out. Her eyes gaze over the pages, writing small notes in her notebook about each character and what makes them tick. She briefly glances up as Stiles throws the equipment for Scott on the floor, looking at her with curiosity.

“What are you reading?” He asks, tossing his lacrosse bag at her to hold.

She catches it with ease, setting it down beside her. “The script for the play.”

“Oh,” he comments, not knowing it was that time already. “When are auditions?”

“Next week,” she sighs, rubbing her face. “I don’t think I’m gonna audition though. There’s just too much going on.”

Stiles looks at her incredulously, “What?” He shakes his head. “No, absolutely not. You have to audition.”

“Stiles–”

“Fall, you are so good at singing,” he huffs. “You can’t just not audition. That would be like a crime to everyone’s ear holes.”

She playfully glares at him, “While I appreciate the compliment, there will be other shows for me to do. Right now, my priority is here with you and Scott.” She leans back on her arms, “Plus, I’m kind of stretched thin as it is with lacrosse and school,” she opens up honestly. “My counselor is already talking about enrolling me in a college English course next semester, so I just want to focus on getting through high school… and not getting ripped apart by a werewolf in the process.”

He looks at her with sympathy, but ultimately understands where she’s coming from. “All right. Well, you know that Scott and I would go see every show if you did decide to do it.”

“I know,” she smiles appreciatively.

At that moment, Scott comes running out of the school and over to his two friends. He stops in front of them, “Sorry I’m late,” he apologizes. “It took me a minute to convince Mr. Smith to give me a free period,” he sets his backpack on the floor next to Fallon as well.

“It’s fine,” Stiles waves off hurriedly, grabbing something and handing it to Scott. “Okay. Now, put this on,” he commands.

Scott takes it, inspecting it with a confused look, “Isn’t this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?” He queries, unsure of how it would benefit them.

“Yeah,” Stiles nods. “I borrowed it.”

“Stole it,” Fallon corrects nonchalantly, still observing the script.

Stiles speaks defensively, “Temporarily misappropriated,” he counters before turning his attention back to Scott. “Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day.”

Fallon shakes her head as Stiles pulls out a cellphone that definitely doesn’t belong to him. Scott’s jaw goes slack, “Isn’t that Coach’s phone?” He asks warily.

Stiles nods slowly, “That… I stole.”

“Why?” Scott looks at his friend, not even knowing where to start on labeling his issues.

“Because Master Yoda over here doesn’t understand the concept of rules,” Fallon smirks as Stiles looks more than offended. “Or laws, or personal boundaries. A side effect of your father being the sheriff.”

“Okay, I don’t want to hear it,” he puts his hand up in her direction. “Last time I checked, that father got you out of a speeding ticket last week when you were practically flying through a residential area like Wolverine in X-Men Origins.”

“That was a very specific comparison,” Fallon snickers.

“Anyway…” he sends Fallon a look that says to stop interrupting unless she plans on being helpful. He points to the monitor on Scott’s wrist, “All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry... Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate,” he carefully explains the theory him and Fallon had been talking about.

“Like the Incredible Hulk?”

Fallon shrugs, “Kind of like the Incredible Hulk, yeah.” She figures letting him think he’s a superhero will get him to try harder. It’s like Stiles and his unnatural fixation with becoming Spiderman. She lets him believe it could happen. At this point, she wouldn’t be surprised if it did. He definitely wouldn’t look half bad in the suit.

Scott smiles widely, “No, I’m like the Incredible Hulk!”

Stiles rolls his eyes, “Would you shut up and put the strap on?”

The spastic boy tosses Fallon the phone, assigning her to keep track of his heart rate. The two boys travel out to the center of the field, Stiles duct taping Scott’s arms behind his back. Freckles smiles mischievously at Fallon from behind Scott. She raises an amused eyebrow, knowing this is Stiles getting revenge for the brunette girl.

“This isn’t exactly how I wanted to spend my free period!” Scott complains as Stiles walks a few feet away, bending down to pick up his own lacrosse stick.

He blatantly ignores Scott’s words, “All right. You ready?” He asks, scooping a ball into his net.

“No.”

“Remember– don’t get angry,” Stiles warns him, cocking his arm back to launch the ball.

Scott shifts on his feet, eyeing Stiles unsurely. “I’m starting to think this was a really bad idea,” he voices.

Without another words, Stiles chucks the ball at Scott’s body, pelting him roughly. Fallon winces from her spot besides Stiles, glancing at the heart rate monitor. Still steady for now, only moving up one point. Stiles readies another ball, throwing it as hard as he can, nailing Scott in the chest.

“Oh, man!” The boy cries out. “Okay, that one kind of hurt.”

Fallon watches as a small satisfied smile makes its way onto Stiles’ face. He wiggles his eyebrows at her, offering his stick, “Wanna give it a go? It’s pretty therapeutic actually.”

“No!” Scott shouts with wide eyes. “Do not give her that stick.”

Stiles shushes him like a child, “Quiet. Remember, you’re supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, all right? About staying calm.” He reminds before smirking as he helps Fallon to her feet. He hands her the stick, looking Scott directly in the eye. He pats her back, helping her stay upright. “Give it a go.”

Scott starts muttering encouraging words to himself under his breath as Fallon adjusts her grip on the stick. She smoothly scoops up a ball, licking her bottom lip. She lifts the stick, throwing it roughly at her best friend. The ball collides harshly with his gut, making him double over in pain. It sounds like the wind has been knocked out of him.

“AHHH! Son of a bitch!”

“Nice!” Stiles chuckles, high fiving her. Scott shoots them an incredulous look which makes Stiles clear his throat awkwardly. He dismisses Scott, “Heart rate,” he points stiffly.

“What do you think I’m doing?!” Scott screams at them with a heavily clenched jaw.

Fallon goes to sit back down, noticing his number climbing higher with every passing second. She shares a warning glance with Stiles before looking at Scott again. “Don't get angry.”

“I’m not getting angry!” He responds frustratedly.

Stiles continues his assault on Scott as Fallon carefully monitors Coach’s phone. She begins to get nervous as she watches the numbers climb higher and higher. 140. 141. 142. That’s when Stiles knocks him in the jaw, making Scott almost fall to the ground in pain. The boy tries to regain his footing, “Stop. Just wait– Wait, just hold on–” he groans, doubling over once again, but this time he actually collapses to the floor.

157. 158. 159. 160.

“Stiles!” Fallon gets his attention, a cautionary gaze in her eyes as she flashes him the phone. Scott continues groaning as Stiles places his stick on the floor. Suddenly the duct tape around his wrist flies off in different directions. Stiles and Fallon watch him with wide eyes. He’s shifting. The heart monitor starts beeping rapidly, his heart rate reaching high numbers that are nowhere near healthy for a normal person.

“Scott?” Stiles calls out warily, trying to find a way to calm him down.

His breathing gets heavier and deeper after a moment as he clenches and unclenches his fists. Fallon glances back at the phone to see the numbers slowly decreasing and returning to normal. She and Stiles let out a breath they didn’t even know they were holding.

“That could’ve gone in a seriously horrific direction,” she mumbles to him.

Stiles nods slowly, helping Fallon to her feet. The two of them travel over to the boy who is still folded over on the ground. “Scott, you started to change…” Stiles says softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Scott breathes heavily as his pulse is still returning to normal, “From anger,” he adds. “But it was more than just that– it was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt.”

“So Derek is right,” Fallon says thoughtfully. “It is anger that elicits a reaction.”

Scott shakes his head defeatedly, “I can’t be around Allison,” he says glumly.

“Just because she makes you happy?” Stiles questions.

“No…” he looks up at them sadly. “Because she makes me weak.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Fallon walks alongside Stiles as they walk into Coach’s economics class. The two of them snicker at a joke Fallon told him on the way in, earning a confused glance from their teacher. For how funny that man is, he sure doesn’t seem to be a big fan of laughter. The two teens just giggle again at his look of confusion before finishing their journey to the middle of the class. Stiles sets Fallon’s stuff down in the chair next to Scott’s, the two boys not having let her carry anything of her own all day. It was endearing and annoying at the same time, but she let them do it.

Stiles goes to sit behind Fallon, but a quick panicked look from Scott gets his attention. “Stiles. Sit behind me!” He whisper yells.

Fallon looks up and sees Allison beelining it for the exact same seat. Stiles scrambles to the side, trying to get all of his belongings and himself into the chair before she can. Unfortunately, he wasn’t fast enough. Allison smoothly slides into the seat, smiling at Scott as she completely ignores Stiles. Scott turns in his chair, a frown plastered on his face as his plan to avoid Allison is not going as well as he hoped.

Fallon shoots Scott a sympathetic smile before reaching in her backpack to bring out last night's homework assignment. It wasn’t anything too difficult. Just a few pages of reading and a couple of questions to help summarize the important parts.

The bell rings loudly, indicating the start of the period. Coach turns to start writing about today’s topic of discussion on the board. She watches out of her peripherals as Allison leans forward in her desk to get closer to Scott. The boy tenses, sensing her growing closer in proximity. Allison doesn’t seem to notice the awkward tension as she goes to talk to him.

“Hey,” she smiles happily. “I haven’t seen you all day.”

Scott barely looks back, “Uh, yeah. I’ve been, uh, super busy,” he looks at Stiles and Fallon for help.

His two friends shrug at his misfortune, Fallon sinking further into her chair to avoid watching this train wreck go down. Scott has a look of momentary desperation until he has to cover it up when Allison grows closer. “When are you gonna get your phone fixed? I feel like I’m totally disconnected from you.”

Yikes. Fallon’s phone buzzes with a text from Stiles.

She sneakily pulls it out, hiding it underneath her desk to respond. I don’t know if I should be embarrassed for her or for him.

She’s clueless and he’s awkward. Why can’t it be both?

True. She giggles at his reply. I feel bad. They’re both happy when they’re together. Sucks that they can’t be.

I mean, we don’t know that yet. Stiles counters.

He said she makes him weak. She reminds him.

Once he learns how to control it, it’ll be fine. He reassures her. We just gotta show him that he won’t hurt her. Or anyone else.

Yeah, ‘cause this gross couple-ey mutual pining crap is starting to get on my nerves. She rolls her eyes as Allison tells Scott she switched her lab partner to him. She loves them both together, she really does. But Fallon’s hopeless romanticism stops in the fictional worlds she reads about.

You’re such a romantic. Stiles smirks at her with sarcasm written on his face. It really is a shock that you’re still single.

Ditto.

Stiles kicks the back of her chair and she leans her head back, looking at him upside down. She smiles innocently, booping his nose before sitting upright again. He scoffs lowly, crossing his arms as he tries to act offended by her response.

A book slamming on a desk pulls everyone’s attention to the front. Coach Finstock has a menacing look on his face as he analyzes the class, “Let’s settle down,” he commands. “Let’s start with a quick summary of last night’s reading.” Only one individual raises their hand, causing Coach to roll his eyes. “Greenberg, put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading,” he dismisses the boy, more annoyed now than he was before class. “How about, uh…” Everyone avoids eye contact with their teacher like the plague, trying to avoid being the one he calls on. “McCall!”

Scott looks up at him like a deer in the headlights, “What?”

Coach moves to sit on his desk, the tension within the small classroom slowly growing. “The reading.”

Scott shuffles uncomfortably in his seat, “… Last night's reading?” He wonders, seemingly trying to stall so he doesn’t have to do it.

Coach grows irritated with the question, starting to realize that Scott didn’t do the assignment, “H-How about, uh, the reading of The Gettysburg Address?” He suggests sardonically making the rest of the class laugh. Fallon wiggles her own between her fingers nervously. Coach making fun of him like this is going to make him shift in front of everyone.

Scott looks even more confused, “What?”

“That’s sarcasm,” Coach reveals with a tilt of his head. “You familiar with the term sarcasm, McCall?”

He slowly turns to the two friends on his right, “Very,” he answers. Fallon simply glares at him while Stiles smiles proudly, patting Fallon’s back like it’s a team effort. Which, most of the time it is.

Coach huffs, looking at him expectantly, “Did you do the reading, or not?”

The boy plays with the pages of the book in front of him, his embarrassment increasing. “Um, I think I forgot…”

“Nice work, McCall,” his teacher praises fakely. “It’s not like you’re not averaging a D in this class.” He leans forward on Scott’s desk, his anger being replaced by concern. “Come on, buddy. You know I can’t keep you on the team if you have a D.”

Fallon’s attention is stolen when she hears the familiar beeping of Coach’s phone tracking the heart monitor. She pulls it out of her pocket, eyes widening when she sees Scott’s pulse rising. Stiles leans forward, watching along with her as the numbers start to increase with everything Coach says.

“How about you summarize, uh, the previous night’s reading?” He suggests. 98. 99. 100.

Scott silently shakes his head, hoping that he somehow finds a supernatural way to turn invisible. “No?” Finstock mocks. “How about, the uh, the night before that?” Scott fiddles with his fingers as he avoids eye contact. 122. 123. 124. “How about you summarize anything you’ve ever read in your entire life?!” 135. 136. 137.

“I-I… uh–”

“No? A blog?” Coach asks, looking for any sort of hope that Scott’s done something. “How about, uh, h-how about, uh, the back of a cereal box?” Scott tries to hide his face behind his hand as their teacher continues grilling him. Fallon is now bouncing her leg up and down, hoping that Scott gets some sort of reprieve from this. “No? How about the adults-only warning from your favorite website you visit every night? Anything?” When Scott doesn’t answer, Coach gives up and goes to retreat back to his desk. “Thank you, McCall, thank you. Thank. You. McCall.” He emphasizes with a slap to his desk. “Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation.” 159. 160. 161.

Fallon looks at Scott, trying to comfort him with a sympathetic smile, but he doesn’t notice. His face simply grows redder and redder and his chest heaves up and down with angry breaths. “You just blew it for everybody,” Coach continues. “Thanks. Next practice, you can start with suicide runs. Unless that’s too much reading.”

Suddenly the monitor stops beeping as rapidly. Fallon glances at it surprised as she watches his heart rate start to go down. Despite all the laughter and snickers from their classmates, it’s actually going down. Fallon and Stiles visibly relax and when they look over to their friend, they see his arm reaching backwards. Allison is holding his hand tightly, rubbing her thumb across the top of it comfortingly. Fallon tilts her head. Maybe Scott was right in a way. Allison is his weakness, but in a way that gives him control. She keeps his anger at bay, keeps him grounded.

When the bell rings, they all could not be happier to get out of there. Scott still looks a bit mortified after everything that happened. Stiles once again grabs Fallon’s bag, carrying it on his shoulder. Allison bids her goodbyes to Scott, heading in the opposite direction the trio is. As soon as they are sure she’s out of ear shot, Fallon smacks his arm, “Dude, it’s her.”

“What do you mean?” He tilts his head, confused by the random statement.

“It’s Allison,” Fallon elaborates while Stiles nods along.

“Remember what you told me about the night of the full moon?” He brings up. “You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her.”

“Okay…” Scott says, still not understanding what they’re getting at.

“Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field,” Stiles adds, trying to see if he can put it together.

Scott nods with a small smile, “Yeah, I did.”

“Well, that's what brought you back so you could pass the ball and we could score,” Fallon finishes explaining. “And then, after the game, in the locker room, you didn't kill her– at least, not like how you were trying to kill us.” Scott frowns, sending her a pointed look. Fallon huffs, “She’s like your anchor is what I’m saying. She brings you back. No need to get your werewolf panties in a bunch.”

Scott shakes his head at her statement, “No, no, no. But it's not always true, because literally every time I'm kissing her, or-or touching her–”

Fallon’s nose scrunched up in disgust as Stiles cuts him off, “No, that’s not the same. When you’re doing that, you’re just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, y’know?”

“I really do not want to be having this conversation with you two,” Fallon grumbles uncomfortably, especially when she notices the smirk on Scott’s face. She groans, squeezing her eyes shut, “You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you?”

He chuckles sheepishly, “Yeah,” he admits. “Sorry.”

“Just don’t ever give me any details on anything you guys do, okay?” Fallon says before shaking off her disgust. “Anyway, back in the classroom when she held your hand, that was different. She may be your weakness per say, but not in the way you originally thought. I think she actually gives you control. You might go feral if she gets hurt, but that’s besides the point. She’s what actually keeps you human.”

“You mean because I love her?”

“Exactly,” Stiles nods.

Fallon’s eyes widen slightly at the sudden admission. She wasn’t expecting Scott to just randomly admit that out loud. He apparently wasn’t expecting himself to say it either, “Did I just say that?” He asks them.

“Yeah,” Fallon smiles softly. “You did.”

Scott gets even more giddy than he already was, readjusting his straps as he continues to profess his love. “I love her.”

Stiles rolls his eyes impatiently, “That’s great! Now moving on–”

“No, no, no, really– I think I’m totally in love with her,” he insists.

“And that's beautiful. Now, before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out, please?” Stiles gesticulates over dramatically. “Because you obviously can't be around her all the time.”

Scott snaps back, refocusing on the task at hand. He nods, “Yeah, yeah, yeah… Sorry. So, what do I do?”

“We don’t know,” the boy huffs, pausing for a moment. “Yet.”

Scott looks at him alarmed, “Oh, no. You’re getting an idea, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…” Stiles smirks.

“Is this idea going to get me in trouble?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Fallon nods, not knowing the specifics of the plan, but knowing Stiles well enough that it’s going to entail some more revenge.

Scott groans, “Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?”

Stiles nods rapidly, “Yeah, definitely. Come on.”

Fallon crutches along behind the two boys, furrowing her eyebrows as they head out to the parking lot. Stiles looks back at her and she tilts her head, silently asking what his plan is. The boy simply shakes his head, mouthing “just wait.”

Scott looks just as lost as Fallon, “What are we doing?”

“You’ll see. Hold on,” Stiles looks into the distance as if he’s checking something before turning around to instruct Scott. “Okay, stand right there. Do you have your keys?” Scott pulls them out to show him. “Perfect. Hold ‘em up like so,” he demonstrates, lazily holding his arm up in the air. “Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it?”

“Okay…”

“Fallon, my partner in crime, come stand with me please,” Stiles requests and she moves over to him. “Just keep holding it right there…” He summons Fallon to follow him as he sneakily walks over to the black truck behind them. She narrows her eyes as she watches him pull out his own keys. Her jaw drops as Stiles nonchalantly keys the truck before sliding his keys back into his pocket. He taps her shoulder, telling her to call attention to it.

Fallon looks at Scott who’s silently begging her not to do what Stiles is saying. She glances back at Stiles who is just nodding menacingly. “Do it,” he whispers.

She sighs, sending Scott an apologetic look, “Dude! What the hell do you think you're doing to that truck?!” She yells fakely. Stiles has to hold back the mini celebration he wants to have as the owner of said truck turns around.

“What the hell?!” The student yells, approaching Scott who nervously fumbles with his keys. He tries to shake his head, saying it wasn’t him who did it, but the other student clearly isn’t buying it.

“Oh my God!” Fallon shouts, flinching backwards as the guy socks Scott in the face without hesitation.

Stiles grips onto her as Scott tries to fight the guy back, but he’s over powered when the other student’s friends decide to join in. Scott is thrown to the floor, giving the others the upper hand as they drag him backwards. They continue hitting him in the face and kicking his abdomen. Fallon hears the phone beeping once more and she sends Stiles a glare.

“This was your brilliant idea?” She snaps.

“If he just thinks of Allison, it should work!” He defends. His eyes travel back to Scott as Fallon pulls out the phone. His heart rate is spiking once again. “Ahh,” he taps his foot nervously. “Come on. Stay calm. Stay calm.”

Fallon looks over her shoulder, “Is there really no one here to stop this? No teachers? Nothing?” She asks with a scoff.

“Oh, that's not okay.” Stiles winces. 129. 130. 131. “Scott, come on, buddy…”

Fallon feels the need to interfere, but the way Stiles is clutching onto her prevents her from going anywhere. She holds her breath, waiting for this nightmare to be over. She knows Scott will heal from all of this, but it’s still hard for her to watch him get beat up like this.

Out of nowhere, Mr. Harris comes barreling through, barking at the assailants to stop. The brunette girl never thought she would be grateful to see Mr. Harris, but she stands corrected. The other boys run off, leaving Scott on the floor with a bloodied up nose and a decent amount of bruising. Something probably broke, but isn’t visible due to his supernatural healing.

“What do you idiots think you’re doing?” Harris asks harshly, glaring down at Scott through his glasses.

None of them could even bother responding to his insult, the only thing they’re focused on is the fact Scott managed to control his rage. Stiles and Fallon smile at each other.

“He did it.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Detention.

Fallon should’ve assumed that this is where they were going to end up after Mr. Harris caught them outside. She just wished she brought something more entertaining to school today so she could occupy her mind while being stuck here. She has a chair pulled up at the end of Scott and Stiles’ table. The three of them sitting rather dejectedly even though they technically just succeeded in teaching Scott control.

The brunette girl sketches in her notebook, drawing the Beacon Hills woods from memory. Stiles watches her interestedly, leaning forward to look at her work. He tries not to move too far forward as her broken leg rests on his lap for some form of elevation.

“That's really good,” he compliments.

She smiles, “You think so?”

“Yeah,” he nods with a scoff, like she’s stupid for even asking such a question. “Like I would frame that. Y’know, if I had the money to buy a frame… How about I hang it on my fridge?”

Fallon laughs softly, ripping the page out and handing it to him. “Do what makes you happy.”

He grins, carefully putting the drawing in his backpack. The two of them look at Scott who shifts around in his seat. He’s antsy to get out of here. After a moment, he finally speaks to Mr. Harris, “Excuse me, sir?” He gets their teacher’s attention. “Uh, I know it’s detention and all, but, uh… I’m supposed to be at work, and I don’t want to get fired.”

Despite Scott’s polite request, Mr. Harris just grins fakely at the boy, looking back down at the paper he is grading. Fallon shakes her head annoyed. She didn’t understand how someone who hates kids could choose a profession where they sit with them all day.

Scott tries to go back to working on his homework, but can’t stop himself from talking to his friends on the other side of him. “You knew I would heal,” he says, with an almost impressed tone of voice.

“Yep,” Stiles nods. “We both did.”

“So you did that to help me learn?”

“Yep,” he repeats, rubbing his hands together.

“…But partially to punish me.”

“Thought that one was obvious,” Fallon mutters, hitting her pen on the desk to a steady rhythm.

Scott sighs, looking at them sadly, “Guys, you’re my best friends,” he says, regret etched in his eyes. “And I can’t have you both being angry with me.”

Both her and Stiles pause for a moment. Fallon sucks in a deep breath, looking at Scott sincerely, “We’re not angry at you anymore.”

Stiles turns to him, “Look. You have something, Scott, okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So, that means you don't have a choice anymore– it means you have to do something.”

Scott nods his head, really taking in Stiles’ words. “I know,” he agrees. “And I will.”

“Just next time a car comes barreling at me and Allison, try to give me a five second warning so I can at least try to save myself,” Fallon says lightheartedly.

“There won’t be a next time,” Scott shakes his head. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Not again.”

Fallon smiles toothlessly, reaching across the table to grab his hand. Stiles places his on top of theirs, all of them coming to a truce. Mr. Harris watches from afar, his frozen heart slightly touched by the display. He rolls his eyes, “All right, all three of you– out of here,” he gestures towards the door with his head.

The three of them look at him with wide eyes, but nonetheless stand up and start collecting their stuff. For once the boys allow Fallon to carry her own backpack. She wings it over her shoulder and adjusts herself on her crutches before following after them.

“Miss Donovan,” Mr. Harris calls out. She internally screams, not wanting to speak to him more than she has to, especially after what her father said to him on parent-teacher conference night.

She turns, “Yes sir?”

“I hope this shows that I do not hate you, Mr. McCall, or Mr. Stilinski. I meant what I said. I see a potential in you that I… struggle to see within them. Or at least I did,” he concedes. “But if I keep witnessing displays like that,” he refers to their conversation, “then perhaps I can admit where I was wrong. They aren’t all bad.”

Fallon shuffles awkwardly, not knowing how to react to him being kind. “Thank you?” She says it more as a question than statement.

Mr. Harris nods, “And I hope your leg gets better. I’m sorry to hear that happened to you.”

“Yeah…” she nods. “I’m all right though.”

“Well, have a good rest of your day,” he says, suddenly reverting back to his cold demeanor as he looks back down at the worksheets in front of him.

She sighs, heading back towards the door, “You too.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Fallon didn’t even get a chance to get dropped off by Stiles before Scott called them, explaining that Derek showed up to the animal clinic and attacked Deaton. The older werewolf thinks that Scott’s boss may be the Alpha. Hearing that made the girl's blood run cold. She’s spoken to Deaton a couple of times and she never would have guessed him to be the murderous werewolf they’ve been looking for.

Scott requested them to come pick him up because he told Derek to meet them at the school. So Stiles and Fallon did a quick pit stop at his house to grab supplies they’ll need to break into the school and then they quickly go pick up their friend. When the arrive, Scott picks up Fallon, helping her out of the jeep.

They move to the trunk, Stiles glancing around worriedly, “This is a terrible idea.”

“Yeah, I know,” Scott admits.

Fallon furrows her eyebrows, “But we’re still gonna do it…?” She asks incredulously.

“Can you think of something better?” Scott questions a bit harshly.

Stiles shrugs, “Well, personally, I’m a fan of ignoring a problem until eventually it just goes away…”

Scott gives him a deadpan look, “Just make sure we can get inside.”

The headlights from Derek’s Camaro practically blind Fallon as he pulls up. She glances down at her watch. Ten-thirty. She hopes her dad believed her when she said she’d be sleeping over at Stiles’. Noah and him are working the overnight shift so as long as they choose to believe her and Stiles, they should be okay.

“He’s here,” she mumbles to Scott and Stiles.

Scott’s the first one to approach Derek as he smoothly slides out of the driver’s seat. Fallon crutches behind Scott, peeking out from behind his shoulder to look at Derek. “Where’s my boss?” Scott demands darkly.

“He’s in the back,” Derek replies shortly, nodding to the back window of his car.

Fallon glances through the window seeing Deaton tied up and knocked out. She feels bad for the man, even if he is the Alpha, there is no way he's waking up without a creak in his neck. Stiles scoffs, “Oh, well, he looks comfortable,” he comments sarcastically.

Derek shrugs, his suspect’s comfortability not a concern to him in the slightest. Stiles shakes his head in annoyance before waving at Scott to follow him towards the school. Fallon decided to stay outside as she didn’t feel like moving super far with her crutches if she didn’t have to. They tend to dig into her armpits when she walks around excessively. She removes them from under her arms and leans against the Camaro, figuring Derek wouldn’t mind.

“Wait–” Derek calls out, confused as to what they're doing. “Hey. What are you doing?”

Scott turns around, “You said I was linked with the Alpha– I’m gonna see if you’re right,” he replies before finishing his journey to the entrance of the school.

Fallon glances into the window and frowns when she looks at Deaton. She still can’t even fathom that he could be the Alpha. He’s so kind, gentle even. He takes care of animals, he wouldn’t hurt anyone. Not on purpose anyway.

Derek eyes her for a moment before slowly inching closer to her. He points to her leg, “How are you feeling?” His voice was low, gruff—almost like he was forcing himself to ask.

She looks up at him with a shrug, “Okay, I guess. Just a little sore. It’s also really hard to scratch when I have an itch,” she admits. “Not that you needed to know that last part.”

“It’s all right,” he replies, hands buried in his pockets. “Friends can share those details, can’t they?” He lifts an eyebrow, leaning against the car alongside her.

Fallon smiles at him, “Yeah, I guess they can.”

“Have you been taking your pain medication?” He questions curiously.

“Yeah,” she nods. “Actually… I may have forgotten tonight,” she says thoughtfully. “I left my backpack at Stiles’ house. Haven’t exactly had a minute of downtime today to think about it.” She tried to keep her tone light, but she couldn’t help the slight edge of frustration that crept in. She wasn’t used to being this vulnerable, this...weak.

He glowers at her for a moment, “You better take it when you get back there,” he says strictly. “If you’re in pain, it’s only going to slow you down.”

She met his gaze, surprised at the concern lacing his words. It wasn’t like Derek to show he cared—at least, not openly. “I’m not planning on going anywhere fast, Hale.”

Derek huffed, almost like he was amused. Almost. “Good. Because if you do, you’re going to fall flat on your face.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, despite herself. “Are you offering to catch me if I do?”

He didn’t answer right away, his eyes searching hers for a beat too long. “You wouldn’t need to be caught if you were more careful,” he said finally, his tone firm but lacking its usual bite.

Fallon let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You’re really bad at this whole comforting thing, you know that?”

“I’m not trying to be comforting,” Derek replied, his eyes flicking back to the school. But his posture had softened just a fraction, his stance less rigid than before.

They fell into silence again, the sounds of the night surrounding them. Fallon shifted slightly, trying to ease the pressure on her leg. “So what exactly was your original plan when you were gonna pick up Scott?”

Derek’s jaw tightens, “Teach him control,” he answers.

“Okay, obviously,” she rolls her eyes. “But how?”

“Test him. See what he can handle. Try to help him find a way to ground himself,” he explains briefly. “And if he couldn’t figure it out…”

“Then you’d step in,” she finishes for him. She looks at him, “Would you hurt him?” She wonders softly. “Y’know… if he couldn’t do it.”

He glances at her again, his expression softening just a touch. “If he puts anyone else at risk, yes.”

She nods, appreciating his straightforwardness. It was something she’d come to value in Derek, even if he was rough around the edges. “I can handle myself, you know. A broken leg isn’t going to stop me.”

Derek’s eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to her leg before meeting hers again. “You shouldn’t have to.”

The words hung between them, heavier than she expected. Fallon felt her chest tighten, the weight of everything they’d been through pressing down on her. But instead of feeling stifled, she felt… understood.

“Thanks, Derek,” she says quietly, her voice sincere.

He gave a short nod, his eyes lingering on hers for a moment before turning back to the school. “Just don’t make a habit of getting hurt,” he muttered, the gruffness back in his voice.

Fallon smiled to herself, leaning back against the car. “No promises.”

All of a sudden, out of nowhere the wimpiest howl Fallon has ever heard echoes over the PA system. Her jaw drops as she fights off the urge to laugh. She couldn’t even think of what to classify that as. It sounded like a cat having gas pains.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Derek winces as if listening to that was physically painful. Truthfully, it was. She normally tries to be an encouraging person, but that was awful. She’s pretty sure her ears would have bled if it had gone on any longer. She silently hopes that Stiles finds some way to inspire Scott to dig deep. Because at this rate, there’s no way the Alpha is coming.

When the second howl comes through, it actually makes the girl jump. This one is deep and powerful. It manages to cause the building to shake, making the doors vibrate with a loud jangle. A surge of fear fills Fallon’s veins as she realizes that this is it. There’s no way the Alpha could ignore that. She’ll have to face him again. Derek can sense the sudden shift in her demeanor. He can smell the chemo signals radiating off of her. Her face remains still, but her insides are twisting in ways they shouldn’t be.

“Hey,” Derek gets her attention. “You’re okay. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he reassures.

She nods, not having the ability to come up with a more witty response. She tries to shake off the overwhelming feeling that something bad is going to happen, but it continues to linger over her. Eventually Scott and Stiles make it out of the school, meeting a very pissed off Derek and a concerned Fallon. “I’m gonna kill both of you,” the elder of them threatens furiously. “What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?”

Scott tries to apologize genuinely, but anyone can see how proud of himself he is. “Sorry… I didn’t know it would be that loud.”

“Yeah,” Stiles scoffs excitedly, “it was loud… And it was awesome…” he finishes in a sing-song voice.

Fallon can’t help but smirk, pushing her growing worries aside. “Gotta admit Scotty, that was impressive.” She stiffens when noticing Derek’s glare, “I mean– not impressive. Not impressive at all,” she clears her throat awkwardly.

Derek looks at her incredulously, “Shut up.”

Her lips form a tight-line. So much for the moment they just shared. Stiles narrows his eyes, “Don’t be such a sour-wolf,” he mocks, pulling Fallon closer to him and Scott. She stumbles slightly, trying to get ahold of her crutches.

“Could you be a bit gentler, please?” She scoffs.

“What’d you do with him?” Scott asks snippily, pointing to Derek’s car which is now open.

“What?” The man’s eyes widen as he turns around. He looks baffled as he sees the backseat is empty. The nervous feeling fills Fallon’s gut again. Deaton was knocked out cold. There’s no way he could just get up and walk out without at least one of them hearing him. “I didn’t do anything,” he tells them.

“He didn’t,” Fallon confirms. “We’ve been talking the whole time.”

However, nothing else can be said as hot blood spurts out of Derek’s mouth and onto Fallon’s face. She stumbles back in shock before screaming loudly. Derek is being lifted in the air, claws belonging to the Alpha ripping straight through his back. His green eyes are wide as he chokes on his own bodily fluids.

Fallon tries to tell herself to move, but her body won’t listen. Staring into the bright red eyes of the creature that invaded her space, who made her feel unsafe, rendered her paralyzed. She can’t even blink as she watches the Alpha chuck Derek across the parking lot into the wall of the school. His body hits the ground with a loud crash. She makes eye contact with the monster as Scott and Stiles pick her up, carrying her into the school. She can’t seem to tear her eyes away from it. Again, the expression it wears is almost mocking. Like it’s silently telling her she’s existing on borrowed time.

She’s only brought back to earth when the doors to the school slam shut, both of the boys setting her on the ground before holding the doors closed. Her eyes still look distant, disturbed. Scott and Stiles share a concerned look, not just for their situation but for their friend who is once again covered in Derek’s blood.

[mooodyblue]

Can you write something about little reader? I just bought myself a new stuff animal and I bought it when I felt little but now that I'm big I'm trying to convince myself I didn't need it. I feel like elvis wouldn't let me convince myself of that

ty for the request! u enjoy that plushie !! u don't have to be little to enjoy plushies that's for sure ❤️

pairing: cg!elvis x gn!little!reader

wc: 841

➸ masterlist

it was one of those weeks where you just wanted to curl up in bed and hide away, hug a plushie and cry. you didn't want to call your boyfriend or anyone, just you and your fuzzy friends alone.

unfortunately, you couldn't do that. you knew it wouldn't be healthy to isolate yourself so you coped in a way you knew best—buying yourself a little something to cheer yourself up. you’d been feeling awfully small lately, but had been masking it quite well to so your big activities, although you did come home and occasionally slip a paci in your mouth to calm yourself down.

you were still feeling little when you walked into the store, putting on a brave face as you looked around to find something to treat yourself to. a snack? juice? maybe a coloring book or a toy.

but then you locked eyes with a large panda bear sitting lazily on the top shelf. your eyes widened, staring at it in awe. without a second thought—you picked it up, tossing it over your shoulder and hurled it to the cashier to buy it. you deserved it, you had a bad week so it's okay to splurge every once in awhile.

until a few hours later when you weren't feeling so little anymore. the guilt of spending money on something you clearly didn't need was eating you alive as it sat in your living room, taking up space.

you were with elvis, catching up on his tour antics as he had just returned from a week run. it was good to have his presence back in your life, it was much needed. but as he was talking, he couldn't help but lock eyes with the big panda bear behind you, chuckling softly. “now who's that guy?” he asked, pointing at it.

you turned around, blushing at the bear and shaking your head as you turned back to elvis. “ah…i-i kinda thought it when i was…you know.” you replied shyly, “i might take it back.”

“what?!” elvis gasped, “why in the world would you return it?”

you couldn't hide the look of guilt on your face, sighing. “i don't know, elvis…i just…i don't really need it, do i? i’ve got enough, you're always buying me plushies too—”

“baby, c'mon.” he stopped you from finishing your sentence. “tell me somethin’...” he sat up a bit, looking at you sternly. “did you feel happy when you bought him?”

“w-well…yes. i was excited to bring him home.” you nodded.

“how do you feel about him right now?”

the panda bear just sat on a lounge chair, the fuzzy animal just staring into space. you frowned looking at it, “guilty because it was a waste of money.”

elvis let out a hmph and shook his head, “what about when you're feelin’ tiny?”

your eyes lit up a bit, “i like looking at him. he’s fuzzy and i like that he's big. he's soft and i can rest my head on him when im watching cartoons or i can rest on him when i’m coloring….he's fun to hug.”

he grinned widely, “see, baby. it ain't no waste. it makes little you happy. anyway, plushies are for everyone, ain't that right?”

you scoffed. “elvis, you know that's not true.”

“baby, i slept with the same damn teddy bear my whole life. if i ain't huggin' you in bed, i sure as hell ain’t huggin' no pillow—stuffed animals are more fun to hug.” he laughed. “ya know how many people on this earth are probably grown and sleepin’ with a lil’ bear or-or stuffed elephant by their side? it ain't just you.”

he had a point. you had friends who slept with plushies too. there were collectible plushies too, what makes you having a random panda bear any different? it makes you happy, it made you happy when you bought it—what makes it any different now?

before you could open your mouth, elvis took the bear into his lap, hiding himself behind it as he moved it’s tiny arms. “please don't take me back!” he spoke in a deeper voice, voicing the panda. “it’ll break my big ol’ heart!”

you giggled softly, “elvis!”

“i ain't elvis!” he spoke, moving the arms, “you takin’ me back? huh? or are we gonna have a problem?”

the sight of elvis’s face peeking from behind the bear raising an eyebrow made you laugh even more, “okay! okay! i won't take you back. i don't wanna make you sad!”

elvis crept from behind the bear, “ya hear that! you get to stay!” he said excitedly, “now give 'im a big hug, baby. he deserves it.”

you hugged the plushie, bringing it to to your lap and keeping a tight hold to it.

“okay, that's enough. my turn.” elvis opened his arms, taking pride in convincing you to keep the bear.

you giggled and shook your head, gripping to the plushie tighter.

he gasped dramatically, putting his hand on his hips. now he was really regretting letting you keep that bear.

[rdiowx]

Kinktober day six

Breeding with puppy frank iero

Warnings!: breeding obviously, knotting, trans male reader, rough but whiney frank.

This comes from my wanting of a cunt guys

Not proofread

Franks ruts were your favorite days, especially when you could convince him to knot you like you planned on doing today. You were at work all day today, having to leave frank alone and you felt so bad. You knew he was probably aching right now, you’d be surprised if he wasn’t. Walking into your house you were met with whines and the smell of sweat. “Im home frank!” You announced, taking your shoes off and putting them by the door. It wasnt long until you heard frank making his way towards you, his movements rather rushed as he greeted you. His shirt was off and he was covered in sweat, you could see his cock strained in his shorts and you frowned. You took his hand, taking him to your bedroom before sitting him on your guy’s shared bed. You started to take your clothes off, frank getting too excited and began to help.

It didn’t take frank long to start attacking your chest as soon as it was free, leaving marks all over. You let out a moan as frank took your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it greedily before you even got the chance to take your pants off. “Frank, c’mon im not even all the way undressed yet.” You told him, nudging him off of you causing him to whine before taking your pants off. You sat on the bed as he did so, he decided to leave your boxers on for now though. Crawling up the bed he latched onto your mouth, running his hands up your sides, gripping them in the process. “You gonna knot me today?” You asked, slipping his shorts off. “I don’t want to hurt you..” he replied, his voice shaking as you took his boxers off. You shook your head with a smile before telling him he wouldn’t.

“Okay.” He whispered before slipping his hand into your boxers, his fingers finding your entrance almost immediately. You moaned as he slipped his fingers into you, gripping onto his arms as he finger fucked you, successfully stretching you out for his cock. He got tired of not being able to see all of you and took your boxers off all the way, throwing them somewhere in the room. Frank leaned down between your thighs to press a kiss to your clit, slipping his tounge into you afterwards causing you to whine. It didn’t take him long to get impatient, he wanted his cock in you and you wanted his cock inside of you just as much.

He didn’t take long flipping you over, your lower body now being held up by your knees as you rested your head on the pillow under you. Slipping his cock inside of you must’ve been what set him off because it didn’t take long for him to start using you like you were just a fleshlight, an inanimate object without a pulse. “Fuck!” He whined while you just groaned into the pillow you were using as a muzzle. He felt so good inside of you, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you made your brain numb. The only thing you were aware of right now was him and the drool pooling on the pillow from how good you felt. The sound of skin on skin filled the room as well as the wet noises from your cunt.

“S’good, good boy.” Frank moaned still fucking into you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. You wouldn’t be surprised if there was a dent in the wall after. You didn’t know when you moved your hands, now clenching the sheets in between your fingers as frank held your hips in his, There was no doubt gonna be finger prints on them. You felt frank hands sliding lower before slipping under you to rub your clit making you cry out in surprise. “I want you to cum all over my cock when i knot you.” Frank whimpered from above you,to which you could only nod at, too brain dead to respond with words. You took note of how you could feel his knot against your entrance now, a telltale sign that he was close.

It didnt take long for him to slip it inside of you causing you to groan and sigh after, you loved the feeling of his knot inside of you and you felt all warm as he came inside of you as well. “Good job, good boy.” Frank sighed as he released inside of you. “Breeding you…feels so good.” He melted against your back before helping you move on your side so he could cuddle you from behind with his cock still inside of you. You knew it would take a while for his knot to go down anyways. “Feels good frank.” You whispered, tired from being fucked. “Mmhm.” He hummed, his head now in your neck.

[cinemastyles-backup]

Visiting Home Part 3

Summary: Y/N and Harry go back to visit his family with exciting news and Harry can't keep his hands off of you, but you also can't stop thinking about him either.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, pregnancy talk, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f rec), quickie, fluffy filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

PRINCE HARRY

"Are you sure it's okay to fly, Harry? I'm nervous." You sigh and rest your head back against the headrest.

Harry grabs your hand and reassures you, "We talked to the doctor, sweetheart. You and our little bean are okay."

He lays a hand on your stomach and gently scratches his fingers over your shirt, "I promise." He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into him, kissing your head.

——

"Hello! Hello!" Harry says as he pushes the front door to Anne's house open, "Mum? You here?"

You both walk in and Harry looks at you and frowns as he shrugs, "I'm not su-"

"I'm right here! I'm right here!" Anne says coming in from the back, "Oh my lovelies! How are you?" She comes up and hugs you first.

Harry stands there looking dumbfounded, "Um, excuse me."

Anne bats the air as she hugs you, "Please, I've known you your whole life, let me hug my future daughter in law for a minute."

You can't help but laugh and Anne laughs too, "Oh fine." She pulls away and brings Harry in for a group hug.

"This is better." Harry kisses your head and hugs you both before stepping back, "Where's Gem?"

"She went out to the shops, should be back any time now, actually." Anne checks her watch and drops her hands, to her sides, "Are you guys hungry? It was a long flight so I'm sure you ate."

"Im starving, actually." You shrug your jacket off and look at Harry who is staring at you with a smile.

"What?" You ask confused. He shakes his head and walks over to you, pulling you into his body. He looks down at you, "You're just glowing."

You smile, blushing slightly, "Harry."

"Ah, you didn't let me finish." He leans down, whispers as quiet in your ear as possible, "I feel like I can't and won't keep my hands off of you. If I could take you upstairs right now I'd-"

"Okay." Anne says cutting your time short, "I have something in the oven, it's a surprise. Harry loves this." Anne points to Harry and smiles, "Alright."

"Come with me, we'll go outside and sit while that's baking." Anne walks you out to the back deck and motions to the one wooden swing, "Sit, sit. You need to catch me up on everything in the lives of Harry and Y/N."

You and Harry sit on the swing together, his arm instantly going around your shoulder, "Nothing I haven't already called you about, mum." Harry says with a slight chuckle, "Actually, I've been writing some of my own songs.. they're coming along great."

Anne nods, "You always make me so proud." She lays a hand on her chest, "always."

Harry smiles and shakes his head. He looks over at you, "y/n, why don't you tell her what happened at work."

You smile and look back at Anne, "I got promoted higher up, which means I'm now working with the big bosses."

Anne gasps slightly, "Oh, y/n. Sweetie that's fantastic news!"

You nod, "It's a big step but I'm excited."

"Hello?" Gemma calls out from inside.

"Out here." All three of you yell back to her which causes you all to laugh. She walks out, surprised to see you and Harry, "Oh my gosh, guys! Hey!" She walks over and hugs Harry and then you, "How are you?"

You nod, "I'm great, how are you, Gem?"

She nods, "I'm good." She smiles and looks at Harry, "And how are you?" Harry nods and smiles, "I'm the best I've ever been."

Gemma gives him a weird look, "Why are you acting like that?"

"Like what?"

"Weird."

"What?!" Harry asks pretending to be offended. You and Anne exchange looks and laughter as Harry and Gemma argue, "ugh, you're impossible."

Harry pulls you closer, his thumb stroking your arm, "Dinner ready yet? I'm exhausted." Harry looks down and gives you a with a quick wink. These pregnancy hormones have you feeling like Harry does. You don't have an issue with controlling your actions, it's your thoughts that run through your head.

Picturing him between your legs, imagining his cock thrusting in and out of you. You feel like you need something from him every minute of the day.

"Actually, before we do that.." You look at Harry, "We have that thing for your mom, remember?" You bite your lip subtly and tilt your head, "Oh right! I forgot about that." Harry nods and smiles towards Anne.

"You didn't have to get me anything." Anne stands up, "But I know I'll love it none the less." She smiles before disappearing inside. Gemma leans forward and points between the two of you, "Something is up between you two, but i just cant figure out what it is, exactly."

All you can do is smile, "Gem, we have something for you, too."

"Well, alright then." she smiles and gets up, walking inside leaving you and Harry alone for a minute. Harry leans in, gently nipping at your ear, "You are so fucking sexy, I need to taste you." You grip his shirt and move closer to him, "Please."

"Gotta be quick and quiet, okay?" He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head with a slight smile as he watches you stand up, "Remind me when we get up there." You bite your lip and walk by him to head upstairs.

"Dinner is almost ready, okay?" Anne calls from the kitchen.

"Okay!" Both you and Harry say in unison and you hide your giggle as you go up the stairs and into your room for the next few days. Harrys hands find their way onto your waist and he gently slides them over your tiny bump, "You're such a beautiful, mother."

You turn around and pull him down by his neck for a kiss which quickly escalates to a quick and hot make out, "Mm.." Harry leans his head back, "If I'm going to eat that pussy, we have to start now."

You sigh with frustration and Harry wraps his arm around your waist, "I'll make that frustration go away as fast as I can."

He backs you up until your legs hit the bed, making you sit down, "Take off those sweats, babe, I want you sitting on my face."

You have them off by the time he lays down and you get on your knees, "Harry." You whimper as you reach out and drag your fingers over the growing bulge in his jeans.

Harry grabs your hand, pulling you gently up towards his head, "I'll be fine, love. We can get me off later." His voice is quiet but gentle.

You move up, "Ready?" You look down at him with a slight smirk and he nods, "Always." He moves his hands to your hips as you straddle his head and he wastes no time.

His tongue slips in between your folds, moving up to circle your clit a few times before slipping back down to plunge into your soaked cunt, "Fuck." You whisper out and slap a hand over your mouth.

"Mm." Harry hums against you. You look down and his eyes are on you for a few seconds before he closes them, focusing on getting you off.

You're so turned on anymore, Harry can just look at you and you'll get off.

You grind down on his face and bite down on your lip behind your hand that is still pressed hard against your mouth.

You tilt your head back, fighting back moans as Harry's tongue works its magic with bringing you right to the edge. You look down, and tangle your fingers in his hair.

A low moan escapes as you pull, which is what finally gets you off. You clench around his tongue and breathe fast. You want to scream out his name, you want to have the dirtiest sex ever but quick and quiet in the deal.

And that's alright, because the frustration is out of your system for now.

You slowly lift yourself off of him, sitting down next to him on the bed. He licks his lips and looks over at you. He reaches out to pull you down to him, "You taste so fucking good."

He smirks before pressing his lips to yours, muffling your moans as you taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

"Did such a good job at staying quiet f'me." He brushes hair from your face and presses his lips to your forehead, "Next time, I'm burying my cock in there."

His words send an excited shiver down your spine and you nod, "Please do."

He smirks and sits up, "That'll have to wait because we have to give mum and Gem their gifts." You sigh and fight a smile but fail, "Okay. Okay."

——

"Okay. So now that dinner is finally over, can we please have what's in those boxes." Gemma puts her hands together and pushes her lip out.

"Should we?" Harry looks at you and tucks hair behind your ear, "I think we should." He smiles at you and you nod, "I agree."

You stay seated, sneakily setting your phone up to record both of their reactions.

"Now you have to open them at the same time. That's the only condition." He looks at you and you nod. He sets the neatly wrapped boxes in front of them and comes back to sit beside you.

They open the boxes and they both jump up and look at each other.

"No way! No way! No way!" Gemma pulls out the onesie that reads 'my aunt is definitely cooler than my dad' and Anne starts to cry as she pulls out a onesie that reads 'hi grandma, you can freak out now'.

They both come around to hug you and harry, Gemma going to Harry and Anne coming to you, "How far along are you, sweetheart?"

"Seventeen weeks." You say with a smile and she pulls you in for a hug again, "I love you."

You hug her, tears welling up in your eyes, "I love you. And you, too, Gem." You go to get and hug her and she rocks you back and fourth, "Did you pick out that onesie, because I love that."

You laugh and nod, "Yeah, I sure did."

Anne is hugging Harry and you can see his eyes glaze over like he's about to start crying. You break away from Gemma and go to Harry.

He pulls you in, "Should we tell them what it is?"

You nod and look up at him, "You can tell them."

He smiles and looks at Anne and Gemma, "It's a girl."

They both cheer and hug each other, then move to feel your belly. You lift your shirt up, revealing the small bump that holds your and Harry's baby girl.

You look up at Harry, who's standing in front of you and he bites his lip. It drives you crazy when he does that.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I think I need to go.." you lay your hand over your mouth and make your way to the bathroom. You slip in and stand there, waiting for Harry to follow you.

A few seconds later, Harry knocks on the door, "Baby. You okay?"

You open the door and pull him in, "You biting your lip.." you sigh, "You know what that does to me." You pout slightly as you start to undo his jeans.

He smirks and watches as you push them down as far as you can without bending and he bends down, pulling your sweats back down then stands up to lift you up on the counter.

You spread your legs, wrapping one around his waist as he coats himself with spit, He pushes your panties to the side, rubbing his cock against your folds a few times before he slowly pushes in.

He looks over quickly and flicks the lock before looking back at you. He slowly pulls himself back out before thrusting back in.

His pace is quick but very quiet. He keeps his lips pressed to yours, muffling the moans that slip past the best he could.

He wraps an arm around your waist and cups your cheek with the other, "Is this what you think about? Is this what you need all day long?" His voice is low but you can hear him clearly.

"Mhm." You nod, afraid you'll moan if you try to speak. You keep your lips pressed together as Harry stares into your eyes, "Got such a good fucking pussy."

He kisses down your neck and back up to your lips, "M'gonna cum" he groans lowly and pushes his cock all the way in.

You clench around him, digging your nails into his shoulders as you cum with him.

He rests his forehead against yours as you both try to catch your breath.

"You have that glow and it's just so fucking sexy." Harry whispers as he kisses your lips. You smile and look up at him, jumping as Anne knocks on the door, "Y/N, sweetie are you okay? Harry is she okay?"

Harry reacts instantly, "She's doing alright, mum. Just give it a few more minutes, she's going to wash up."

"If you need anything let me know."

"Thank you." Harry says and smiles back down at you, "Ready to go talk names with them?" You smile and nod, "Yeah, I'm content.. for now."

——

I hope you enjoyed this little mini series.

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[billyjoelmutt]

United Universes Tour 2024! Take Me Out to the Ball Game/Piano Dog (Man)

It was then Dodger came out!! Everyone was cheering loudly!!!!!!! :3

He then looked around it was still hard to believe that federation presence on Boiling isles soil helping them and this stadium!!

He smiled and sat down at his piano

Dodger started to play the intro to piano dog….and the crowd went nuts!!!!! :3 But…he then played on the piano…TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME!!! :3

Audience- Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd; Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack, I don’t care if I never get back. Let me root, root, root for the home team, If they don’t win, it’s a shame. For it’s one, two, three strikes, you’re out, At the old ball game!!!! :)

Sisko appeared on the screen!!!! And the crowd cheered!!!! :3 Now it was time for Piano Dog!!!! :3 Dodger then played the intro again and this time went into the song with his harmonica and everything!!! :3

“Okay here we go!! :)”

The ground shook from cheering!!!! :)

Dodger- It’s nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There’s an old pony sitting next to me Makin’ love to her cider and gin :3

She says, “Son, can you play me a memory

I’m not really sure how it goes!

But it’s in outer space and in Grandpears place!

When I wore a younger mares clothes"La la la, di da da

La la, di da da da dum!

Sing us a song, you’re the piano dog

Sing us a song tonight

Well, we’re all in the mood for a melody

And you’ve got us feelin’ alright!!

Now Tramp at the bar is a friend of mine

He gets me my drinks for free

And he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke

But there’s someplace that he’d rather be

He says, Dodge, I believe this is killing me”

As the smile ran away from his face

“Well I’m sure that I could be a disney star

If I could get out of this place"Oh, la la la, di da da

La la, di da da da dum!!

Now Twilight is an awesome princess

Who saved Equestria again and again :3!

And shes married to Sentry thats the marriage of the century

And will never be unhappy ever again!!! :3

And Dolly is a teenage miracle!

And Dylan is the biggestest nerd!

But yet they share a true bond of family!

And always seem to lead the Dalmatian herd!

A picture came up as Dylan and Dolly reunited after the final battle against Grogar :)

Piano Solo With Dodger dancing on top of the keys!!!! :) That got the crowd going!!!!! :3

Dodger- Sing us a song, you’re the piano dog Sing us a song tonight Well, we’re all in the mood for a melody And you’ve got us feelin’ alright!!

It’s a pretty good crowd for a Saturday

And the imaginators give me a smile

‘Cause they knows that it’s me they’ve been comin’ to see

To forget about life for a while

And the piano, it sounds like a carnival

And the microphone smells like a ciderbeer!

And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar

And say, “Man, what are you doin’ here?“Oh, la la la, di da da

La la, di da da da dum!!!!! :3

Dodger- “SING IT!!!!! :3

Dodger ended it with tears in his eyes so glad to be here :’). And after all thats happened…:’)

Dodger- "THats what Im talking about!!!!!!! :’)!!!!!!!”

Dodgers Piano rose into the air!!!!!!!!!

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(Credits to Billy Joel, Star Trek, Disney, MLP, and all image and video makers!)

[f4y3w00d5]

And to finish up for the night here is my brief description of Every Song in Danger Days: True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys, by My Chemical Romance

Okay so basically  this is their most recent album, 2014, and it follows the Killjoys as they fight against BL.IND (Better Living Industries) who seek to ELIMINATE all  individuality. (Spoiler: They die saving The Girl in the music video for SING) 

Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) - 

Upbeat!!! Dancing!!! Fast!!! You jump around screaming about doing crime and partying and sex!!! I love it!!! (you should listen to it after Look Alive Sunshine, which is the intro to the album and its just Dr D speaking, and at the start of Na Na Na, it goes ‘THE FUTURE IS BULLETPROOF! THE AFTERMATH IS SECONDARY!! TIME TO DO IT NOW AND DO IT LOUD! KILLJOYS, MAKE SOME NOISE!!!’) 

Bulletproof Heart 

Uh so this is sorta less fast and stuff but its SO cool and idk how to describe it but its sorta jaunty? First song I listened to by the band!!! (Fav part is ‘and tho, I know, how much you hate this. Are you gonna be the one to save us? From. The black. And hope-less feelin. Will you meet ‘em when the end comes reelin? Hold, your heart, into this darkness. Will it ever be the light to shine you out? Or fail. And leave you stranded? I aint gonna be the one left standin. You aint gonna be the one left standin, and we aint gonna be the ones left standin!!!’) 

SING 

Aaaaaaaaa this ones so cool, took a bit to grow on me, its mostly slow and repetitive but the BRIDGE ‘Cleaned up corporations PROGRESS! Dyin in the PROCESS! Children that can TALK ABOUT IT livin on the WEB-WAYS, people movin SIDEWAYS, sell it til your LAST DAYS, buy yourself the motivation GENERATION NOTHIN! Nothing but a DEAD SCENE! Product of a WHITE DREAM! I am not the SINGER THAT YOU WANTED BUT A DANCER! I REFUSE TO ANSWER! TALK ABOUT THE PAST SIR! WROTE IT FOR THE ONES WHO WANNA GET AWAY! ……. Keep runnin.’ 

Planetary (GO!)  

Okay so like omg. I love this one. Everythings amazin. Starts off slightly slow, and then starts movin faster around the verses? AND THE VIBES!!! Ive got a few favs and ill save them here (I love the way theyre said too-) ‘Ladies and gentleman, truth is now acceptable! Fame! Is now injectable, PROCESS THE PROGRESS, This core is critical, faith is un-a-vail-a-ble, Lives, become incredible-‘ and also ‘Youre unbelievable, ah, so unbelievable, ah, you ruin everything, oh, you better GO HOME! Im unbelievable yeah, im undefeatable yeah, LETS RUIN EVERYTHIN, BLAST IT TO THE BACK ROW- they sell presentable, young! And so ingestible! Sterile and collectable! SAFE, and I cant STAND THAT! This is a letter, by word, is the beretta, the sound, of my vendetta against, the ones that PLANNED IT!’ So uhhhhhhhhh yeah lol 

The Only Hope For Me Is You 

Likeeeeeeeee holy SHIT this one just sorta- idkkkk- ‘Where? Where were you when, all of the embers fell? I still remember them… covered in ash. Covered in glass. Covered in all my friends, I still… think of the bombs they built- IF THERES A PLACEEE THAT I COULD BE, THEN ID BE ANOTHERR MEMORY, CAN I BE THE ONLY HOPE FOR YOU? BECAUSE YOURE THE ONLY HOPE FOR ME! AND IF WE CAN FIND WHERE  WE BELONG, WE’ll Have To make It on our own!! Face all the painnn and takeee it on, because the only hope for me, is you alone…’ its one of the slower ones tho 

Party Poison 

This one starts in Japanese for some reason??? Its hard to explain… another fast and dancy type one ig, but sorta raw-er?  Its sooooooo weird- not one of my favs but its semi popular 

Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back 

Okay so idk how to describe this really- sorta gives Only Hope type thing but faster and sorta rockier? Idk. My fav parts tho!!! ‘Get offfff the ledge, and drop the knife… Not a victim of a victims life! Because… this aint a room fullla suicides- WE’RE BELIEVERSS I BELIEVE TONIGHT-‘  OH AND ONE OF THE MORE POPULAR LINES PEOPLE KNOW ‘Ill tell you well how the story ends, where the good guys die and the bad guys win… (WHO CARES?)- THIS AINT ABOUT ALL THE FRIENDS YOU MADE, BUT THE GRAFFITII THEY WRITE ON YOUR GRAVE-‘ then the last two ‘Im the only friend that makes you cry! Youre a heart attack in black hair dye! So just save yourself, and Ill hold them back tonight….’ And ‘We can live forever if you’ve got the time- YOU MOTHERFUCKER (OHHHWHOAAAA) Youre the broken glass in the mornin light! Be a burnin’ star if it takes all night!’ 

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W 

OHOHOH APPARENTLY THIS ONE IS TO SOOTHE THE KIDS WHEN THE NUCLEAR BOMBS HIT AND GET THEM INTO THE SHELTER!!! (yes there are nuclear bombs, its post apocalyptic lmao) I love the bridge- ‘Love, love, love wont stop this bomb, bomb, love wont stop this bomb, bomb, love wont stop this… bomb……. Run, run, bunny, run. Run, run, bunny ruuuuuuuuuuun’ One of the slowest in the album also 

Summertime 

Okay so this is prolly my fav? Idk how to describe it tbh….. I know what it describes for me buuuut you don’t wanna hear me be weird about people……. Ill just tell you my fav parts (that I relate to!!!) ‘Terrified of what I’d be, as a kid from what Ive seen… Every single day when people try and put the pieces back together, just to smash them down… turn my headphones up real loud…. I don’t think I need them now…. Cos you stop the noise!!!’ 

DESTROYA 

………………fucked up robot song where you scream and moan. What else is there to say? (the porn bots In the story worship a ‘god’ called Destroya who will supposedly come save them) 

The Kids From Yesterday 

I love this one too. Sorta slow ig. Nostalgic maybe? ‘Well now, this could be the last of all the rides we take…. So hold on tight and don’t look back……… we don’t care about the message or the rules they make…. Ill find you when the sun goes black…..’ 

Vampire Money 

Dance!!! Sex!! Upbeat!!! Fast!!! ‘Three two one, we came to FUCK-‘ and my other fav line ‘and get your finger on the trigger tap the barrel of the gun! Hair back, motherfucker, jet black, SO COOL-‘ 

@terrencetheshark14 you might be interested in my weird ass mcr related ramblings

[compassionatereminders]

hi kat im trying to make sense of something that happened

i hadnt been feeling too good for a couple days and this morning i was really feelin struggling to follow what was going on around me?? idk how to put it

i went through the usual motions and went to church like every sunday but i still wasnt feeling good before it started and suddenly i couldnt feel the top of my head it was just gone

then there was a hole in the back and i kept touching it but i couldnt find it i tried to tell someone but they looked at me weird and their face didnt make sense and it scared me so i ran out and went to the small forest near my city but from afar i saw this man with a bright orange hat (i think he had a dog but im not sure)and im not supposed to be in this forest so i hid in the underbush because he turned his head in my direction and i was afraid he'd find me and in all this i still felt the hole in my head i hid for a bit and now im more in the open and hes not there anymore but i really dont feel like going back home and meeting people

also this all sounds crazy so whats that person going to think when im back no one will believe me

i dont know if this was okay to say i just needed to tell someone i dont know

That does sound really scary and I'm sorry you had to experience it. That being said, considering that it is highly unlikely that a hole would suddenly appear in your head for no reason, I urge you to consider psychosis as a possible explanation for this experience. This doesn't mean that you didn't experience it or that you don't get to be affected by it, but it does mean that your experiences might not match the shared reality all of the time, and that's important to be aware of for future reference.

[jondoe297]

latest toy thrifting finds. from about two weeks ago by now but eh lazy. these are also two trips in one post.

first we got some stuff from the mini figure bin:

-fruit bat/flying fox from a company called Yowie

-baby/pre-mutation/regular ol' turtle Donny

-an a couple of these vendin machine aliens i love

ID/image description: photo of small figures of a fruit bat/flying fox wrapped in their wings hanging upside down on a tree branch,an unpainted green figure of Donatello from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles as a regular turtle with his mask an bo staff on his belt,and two small aliens. one on a pogo stick and one wearing ice skates and holding a hockey stick. the figures are all placed on a bookshelf with books and comics visible behind them. end description.

i was about to leave when a surprise! G1 Bumblebee mini figure from way back in 2014 for the 30th anniversary. in the package. an for less than a buck! i remember buyin these in blind bags back in the day :')

it's been 10 years since then...

ID/image description: photo of a small cartoony mini figure of Bumblebee from Transformers in his package placed on a bookshelf with books and comics visible behind him. end description.

okay the stuff from this point is from the second trip. a couple of the shops were gettin new wares so i went back the next day.

an the first thing i found is this First Appearance Style Batman from Mattel's Action League line!! yeah the head an belt are not accurate but i love im an i've always wanted im. this is my first Batman of this year :)

ID/image description: photo of a small cartoony stylized figure of Batman in his First Appearance look placed on a bookshelf with books and comics visible behind him. end description.

this nice lil Spidey. i was inspecting his joints before gettin im as i usually do when. his right leg snapped.(to be fair the joint was wonky even though i shoulda noticed that an i was not feelin my best that day) i did wanna get im anyway but i was gonna pass cuz he comes with a web line which is missin. but i broke im so of course i bought im. an super glue is our friend.

ID/image description: photo of a small action figure of Spider-Man placed on a bookshelf with books and comics visible behind him. end description.

Camouflage Swamp Thing from Kenner!!! i almost missed out on im!! cuz i got Batman an Spidey an was about to leave when i decided to linger a lil more an look at this one section i don't usually look at cuz it's all knock-off stuff,but i just wanted to pass some more time. an what do i find behind them?? Swampyyyy!

the relief i felt cuz not only did i find a Swamp Thing but i could've just left an not gotten im. an he was right there!

ID/image description: photo of an action figure of Swamp Thing placed on a bookshelf with books and comics visible behind him. he is mostly brown and has a tree branch look and texture to his body and limbs,except his head and chest which are green. end description.

last but not least thing we got is this 1998 The Power Of The Force Lak Sivrak action figure. honestly i didn't recognize im i was just like 'ooh sweet werewolf!' then i see it's Star Wars an i was like 'they didn't do a crossover with Universal too did they??' looked im up when i got home an learned he was actually in the Cantina scene before the Special Editions! an due to time restraints his look consisted of an off-the-shelf Halloween mask made by Rick Baker!! an a reused Jawa robe. fascinating stuff. he was also originally played by a woman??SO rad!! he also has a real exciting story where he started as a scout/hunter for the Empire then joined the Rebellion. the figure is not really very accurate but look at im! he's a Star Wars werewolf!

ID/image description: photo of an action figure of Star Wars character Lak Sivrak placed on a bookshelf with books and comics visible behind him. he looks like a werewolf in a beige jacket thing and pants with a lighter shirt under it and a belt. end description.

[mspbandj]

So im moving flats atm and its super stressful and all that etc etc anyway I was walking home from work last week with two big packages of flattened cardboard boxes - bundled together and wrapped with packing tape. I was doing ok, but they were heavy and I had a 20 minute walk ahead of me. At one point, a random man who was walking a few feet behind me flagged me down (I was wearing headphones) and asked if I would like help since we were walking in the same direction. I said no no it's okay, I'll be fine, but he just gave me this really candid Look™, the kind of Look™ that just said "come now, be serious" and held out his hand. So I said okay if youre sure, Id really appreciate it, and he took the heavier one from me and started off down the road. We ended up having a really lovely little chat until we reached the corner and split up, but even just those few minutes was a huge help. It was just really nice! I didnt know him, he didnt know me, there was no reason for him to help me other than he just wanted to! I walked the rest of the way home feelin really good about the world, despite the fact that this was two days after the US election. Just be nice to people! Just be nice to people.

Is it just me or does having a positive interaction with a stranger scratch a very particular itch? I think it's the reassurance that the world is not split solely into people who already love you and people who never will.

[mooodyblue]

Could I request a Cg!reader x Little!Elvis where the reader went shopping and found a teddy bear for Elvis and comes home to give it to him when she gets back home she sees Elvis with his Memphis mafia. She goes upstairs instead of just giving it to him in front of everyone. She calls him upstairs when he gets to the room the reader gives him a big smile and says she has a surprise for him and tells him to sit down and close his eyes. Once she has the teddy bear she tells him to open his eyes when he sees the teddy bear he is just so happy he slips in little space.

thank you for the request!! ^^ been awhile since i wrote little!e 😥

wc: 741

the funny thing about your relationship with elvis–he spoiled you as much as you spoiled him. mostly when he was little though is when you truly spoiled him. anytime you were out shopping, you'd always bring him snacks or plushies, sometimes toys that you think he'd love. the cashier almost just assumed you had a toddler at home, “something like that.” you always replied.

this shopping trip, you'd found the cutest bear that you knew he’d love. it was medium sized and slightly fluffier than his other bears. he loved running his fingers through the fluff of his plushies, the fluffier the better.

you couldn't wait to bring it home to him. you knew he'd love it, big or little. unfortunately, when you had returned to graceland–his friends were over and chatting with elvis. you walked in with a few bags in your hand, giving him a small smile. he stood up immediately, giving you a quick kiss. “good shoppin’ trip, i see.”

“mhm.” you stood on your toes, “come upstairs.” you whispered in his ear.

he raised an eyebrow and followed you up the steps, shutting the bedroom door behind him upon request. “what did i say about buyin’ me things?”

“trust me on this one!” you set the bags on the bed, digging around for his bear. you finally found it, smiling wide with the bag behind your back. “okay.” you pushed him down on the bed, getting him to sit down. “close your eyes!” you said excitedly.

“now, what are you up to….” he sighed, closing his eyes.

“don't peak!”

“i ain't peekin’!”

you took out the bear, tossing the bag aside. elvis furrowed his brows at the noise, “open your eyes!” in your hands was the bear, arms extended proudly.

elvis gasped, stomping his feet in excitement as he took the bear from you. he felt the fur in between his fingers and hugged the bear tightly, feeling content and feeling his brain get all fuzzy. it was the excitement from seeing the bear and seeing you, the soft fur and cuteness the bear was giving him that made him get that feeling again, the feeling he rarely got to feel due to his busy schedules. he glanced up at you with his innocent eyes, a different look compared to him just a few minutes ago. “mine?”

“all yours, baby.” you smiled, running a hand through his hair. “you like him?”

“love ‘im.” he muttered shyly, hugging it to his chest. “thank you!”

you could tell he was starting to slip and crouched down to meet with his level on the bed. “feelin’ tiny?” elvis nodded, already bringing the ear of the plushie to his mouth and nibbling on it. you chuckled, pulling the ear out. “you wanna go show your bear to your friends?” his eyes lit up, nodding again.

the mafia were very indifferent when it came to elvis’s regression. it was frustrating having to warn them when he was feeling small, mostly because they never really knew what to do around him. at that point, they would just leave the two of you alone. jerry and charlie were more understanding of the two, jerry even offered to watch him occasionally and often dealt with him when he was teetering on the edge of slipping while on tour.

you went downstairs, greeting his group of friends waiting for their boss to return. “hi boys.” you clasped your hands in front of you. “i’m sure you’re all aware of his regression. i ask that you be patient with elvis when comes back down here, please be nice to him.” you begged. “he wants to show you something–elvis! you can come down here now!” you yelled to the steps.

elvis rushed down the steps with the bear in his hands, holding him up proudly. “look what momma got me!” he said, excited.

there was a awkward silence between the group until jerry was first to speak, “oh wow! whatcha got there, buddy?”

“‘s a bear!” he cheered, handing it to jerry.

“another one, huh?” charlie chirped. “you’ve got a real nice, momma.” he said, smiling at you.

“mhm! only the best!” he grinned. “play! play!” he tugged on their arms.

“what about a tea party?” you suggested.

lamar let out a deep sigh, almost sounding frustrated. jerry shot him a look before handing elvis his new bear back. “sure, i’m sure we’d love a lil' tea party.”

[seiun-glows]

OKAY- Because I rediscovered derivakat’s music- again- for the first time in a while—- here are some lyrics/songs im feelin pretty deep rn - and because I dont usully do this— as a christmas gift no one asked for- I’ll explain a little on why I actually relate to these lyrics/what they make me think of (outside of their meaning within the DSMP) (my stuff will be in this color text, mental health related for the most part)

“So why? Why did you lie? Why did you words ammount to nothing? And why? Why did it fall? Why did you leave me here with nothing?” (I think, just the ammount of times I was lied to- but also that I did lie and it absolutely f*cked so much up because of it- and this kinda feels both like someones talking to me, like Im talking to myself, and like Im talking to someone else.)

“Look at what you’ve done, is this your ‘happy ending’? Look around and see: this is history repeating. Do you even care, that you’ve left things beyond repair? It was by your hand, you’ve turned this masterpiece into a nightmare.” (Ive repeated so many things that I knew how theyd turn out, thats the “history repeating” thing. I do genuinely care that things got left beyond repair at this point. I can “repair” them, but theyre never going to be truly fixed. Things that used to be some of the happiest things in my life and I used to look foreward to for once, have now turned into things I dread and feel like hell to me)

“Raise your shield and cry for help. But no one is coming, no, no one is coming. Walk through fire and straight into hell. Your doomsday is calling, your doomsday is calling.” (I know Im not alone, but regardless of all the support Ive been told and I know I have- I still feel vastly alone in most things. I purposely am trying to distance myself more because I dont want my codependancy to hurt anyone else like it has so many of the people who were important to me. I have walked through so much shit the last few years, I feel pretty deeply the “walk through fire and straight into hell” part)

“Betrayal breeds revenge, you sought out your own end. This is what happens when you turn your back on a friend.” (On the flip side to everything that happenwd to me, I have actually pissed off and told off a lot of people. I am very protective of my friends— just learned one girl repeatedly and purposefully misgenders me because she is aware that I absolutely hate her guts- bwcause she is an absolute ass and toxic person to my best friend. Am I perfect? No- absolutely not. But that girl is somethin else. But as much as I would be there in a heartbeat for those I care about— if someone betrays me or hurts me enough, I will straight up leave and not bat an eye at it.)

“Wake up drowning, waiting for recovery. All the ghosts, have left me in my misery. The wind thinks Im lonely, my nightmares are my only friends. Im suffocating in the company.” (Mentally I think Ive been drowning since middle school. I find solitude and peace almost within music and nature, and ive grown used to living within my nightmares - because everything that I used to be terrified of has already happened to me (aside from death), what more besides death do I have to fear?)

“Realize youre keeping me from breaking, breaking free from the stone. Chase the day I find my happy ending. Keep on running, keep on hoping- I’ll find my home.” (I tend to be held back by others who think they know whats best for me- but then later they will admit that truthfully, I did actually end up knowing what was best for me without their help. Ill eventually find “my home”… I hope.)

Have some flowers, cookie, and gift :) merry christmas (early). 💐🍪🎁