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Magnetic──★ Logan Howlett x fem!oc: Chapter Four

╰┈➤Summary: After years of torture, Daphne decides how she wants to spend the rest of her life; at the bottom of a lake. Out of nowhere, Logan pulls Daphne from the water and finds her help. Now they must navigate how to live with their decisions.

╰┈➤C/W: mentions of death, suicide, cursing, age gap, mild violence, issues with infertility, slight sexual themes, mentions of body mutilations, blood, and sort of a hysterectomy (nothing super graphic)

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ᯓ★ A/N: Sorry for the chapter being so short. i had this idea and needed to right it. hope you enjoy!

✮⋆˙ It's been days and Daphne hasn't seen Logan around the mansion. She began to worry that maybe he was starting to regret his decision to save her and bring her here. It wasn't until day three while training with Storm, that she found out where he had been.

"Jean mentioned they would be busy these next couple of days," Storm says nonchalantly.

"Oh," Daphne let out under her breath.

The worst part of Daphne's attraction control is that it can work both ways. Deep down she was yearning for something she didn't deserve. She felt it once before and now he is dead. Maybe that's why Logan has been avoiding her; he feels like she is manipulating his feelings. Daphne figured that the best thing she could do for him was avoid him too; for his sake.

That is exactly how that week went. Not once did their paths cross. Logan disappeared with Jean while Daphne spent time training with Storm and some of the other students. During the evening, Daphne stayed in her room with Juna. Storm, Rogue, and even Jean would knock on her door to invite her to join everyone at dinner but she always declined; making up some bullshit excuse. Nighttime was a struggle for Daphne. She would fight off sleep by distracting herself with books, her cat, or pacing around the room until her legs hurt. It wasn't easy for her as her eyes would often drift into slumber at some point.

Tonight happened to be one of those nights.

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Within the walls of her slumber, Daphne awoke in the familiar glass cage, curled up, and barefoot covered in a puddle of her own blood. A loud yell in the distance urges her to crawl to the glass, despite the gush of blood seeping from her.

"Help!" Daphne screamed at the top of her lungs. "Please!"

After minutes of howling, she sees them. Bellinor, two guards, and the love of her life; tied up and blindfolded. Daphne panics banging against the glass frantically. She did what they told her, wiped out millions and now they would wipe out what she loved too.

"Please! Take me instead!" Daphne cried, face full of tears. "Take me! Kill me instead! He doesn't deserve this!"

They ignored her pleas; instead calling the bonded man a 'trader' and 'coward' for caring for someone so evil. Someone who could never truly love him back.

Daphne's powers were useless behind the special glass. Bellinor made her watch as he destroyed the only world she knew. In a split second, the bullet flies through his head. In a mighty roar, Daphne's eyes roll back to return to dark red. Everything around the men shakes angrily, including the floor and ceiling. Finally, the glass cell bursts open.

Like a true coward, Bellinor runs, telling the others to shoot her dead. Daphne tuned out their groans, screams, and cries for help. To her it was quiet.

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3:15 am

It started with the chandelier downstairs. A few students woke up and noticed. Next, were the doors and windows slamming, waking the adults. By the time anyone realized where it was coming from, the floors were shaking.

Logan steps out of his room, joining the others down the hall. Similarly to the students, he had no idea what was happening. That was until he saw Jean, Scott, and Storm outside Daphne's bedroom door, talking.

"What's doin' on?" Logan asks, confused.

"Your damsel is shaking the whole mansion at three in the morning, that's what's going on," Scott informs Logan. Storm smacks Scott in the chest, shooting him a glare.

"We are pretty sure she is having a nightmare," Storm states.

"It's horrific," Jean warns him.

"I'll check on her," Logan states. "Get the kids back to bed."

Storm and Jean nod, gathering the children before Logan opens the door. The room looks normal to him, that is before he sees the woman thrashing and intertwined in her bedsheets. As Logan moves closer to the bed, he can hear her mumbling with tears streaming down her pink puffy cheeks. It was devastating to watch.

"Daphne," He says, shaking her softly. "Hey wake up, sweetheart."

Logan repeats this twice until she jumps up with her heart pounding so hard that he can hear it ringing in his ears. There's no hesitation in Logan's actions as he pulls her into his chest. Daphne's wet tears leak onto his tank top with her mumbled apologies.

"I-I'm sorry." Her voice breaks as she speaks.

"It's okay, it's okay" Logan whispers into her head of curls. "No need to apologize."

It felt like a lifetime spent in his arms, Daphne thought; a lifetime well spent. She used his heartbeat to steady her own. Logan didn't make her feel like she was overstaying her welcome in his embrace. One of his hands tangled in the hair near her neck while his other sat on her lower back, thumb swiping back and forth over a small exposed slit of skin.

When Daphne stares up at Logan with her glossy green eyes sparkling in his direction, he thinks he might've fallen under a spell. He knew he shouldn't feel this way while she was in a vulnerable state, but anyone would feel spellbound under her gaze.

She shouldn't be staring, she thinks. It's not fair to give them both false hope. She should let him go; remind him that she's a liability. Daphne wanted to use every excuse to make him stay but she knew better.

"Sorry. You shouldn't have to save me anymore," Daphne said softly, avoiding Logan's hazel eyes.

Suddenly, the hand in her hair moves north to her jaw, gently keeping her in place. Logan shakes his head, "Like I said, no need for apologies."

"Right..." She hums, pulling back and then adding, "Well, I should probably let you get back to bed-"

"I could, um.. I could stay," Logan blurted out, cutting her off. "If you would like."

"You want to stay?"

"If you don't mind. I could watch over you in case you have another nightmare."

"You don't have to..."

"I wasn't getting much sleep before anyways." He reassures; standing up, and pulling over the chair in her room. He sits on the right side of her bed while Juna curls up next to Daphne. They sit in silence for a while and Logan is almost sure she fell back asleep; until he hears a whisper.

"Do you ever get nightmares?"

"All the time."

"Me too. I try not to fall asleep."

"What are yours about?"

Daphne blinks slowly up at the ceiling before answering him, "They vary; but tonight was the return of a painful memory. The man who captured me mutilated me then took the life of the man I loved."

Logan's body stiffened as she spoke. This didn't seem too far-fetched considering what Charles had let him see before of her life. He never saw a lover though. Logan didn't doubt that she would've had many of them, it seemed odd that none of them would've tried to protect her.

"Mutilated...?" He hesitated to ask.

"They cut me open so I wouldn't be able to have children." Daphne sounded numb, he thought. "I was left bleeding out in my cage."

"Daph..."

"Some nights, I can see my life as a mother. It's so silly but I can picture myself cooking dinner while my baby sits in their high chair; both of us waiting for my husband to come home from work." She sniffles quietly; letting her hand travel down her stomach, stopping between her hips to trace the scar left behind. "It is the sweetest form of torture."

Logan stares at the floor, trying to picture her fantasy. He saw Daphne standing in the kitchen, baby bouncing on her hip while she stirred a pot on the stove. She was right; it was the sweetest form of torture.

"What was he like?" Logan asked.

"Who?"

"The man you were in love with."

Daphne smiled, picturing him so clearly. "He was great. Our situation wasn't ideal but we made it work. At first, I thought he was out to hurt me like the others but over time, he would open up to me."

Logan wanted to question their relationship but knew better than to crush her dwindling spirit. Perhaps a part of him felt a sting of jealousy at how much she gushed over a man who helped keep her locked away.

"... it was like catching lightning in a bottle." She sighed. "I would give anything to feel it again."

"You'll find it again."

Logan watched as Daphne traced the scar on her lower stomach.

"Do you ever think about it..?"

"Think about what?"

"A family."

There is a long pause. Daphne wonders if she overstep, then again they didn't know each other very well. When she went to apologize, he cut her off.

"Sometimes." Logan shrugs. "But it's not realistic."

"Oh, yeah," Daphne lets out a dry chuckle. "I almost forgot you're an old man."

A small smile forms on Logan's lips at her laugh.

"Not everyone can be young and pretty like you, dollface." Logan noticed her shift onto her elbow to look at him. Her face turned a cherry wine color in the moonlight and her eyes went dark as they found his.

"You don't mean that." She shakes her head. "It's the curse talking."

He was offended by her assumption. I mean, look at her. Daphne was more than her mutation, more than her 'curse', more than those horrible moments that she thought defined her. It was a tragedy that she didn't see that.

There was so much that he wanted to say to her; to assure her that her life was not doomed, her dreams weren't far-fetched, and that she could be happy.

That's all she wanted, right? Happiness?

Logan could do that. Restore the light that left her eyes long ago. He was convinced he could give it to her.

Too caught up in his thoughts, he almost missed her muffled, "Goodnight, Logan."

As he watched her lay back on her pillow, eyes closed, smile still on her face, Logan realized he did not give a damn if it was her attraction control anymore; he was done for.

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The Babysitter (27)

A New Toy

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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A New Toy

A soft sigh left her lips as her foot kicked the door closed, her body leaning against it as her green eyes were hidden, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Wanda's body relaxed against the door, the knowledge of a night without the boys something she wouldn't dare admit she was looking forward to even though she was. Yes, she loved the boys with her entire heart but, since the four of you returned home after the amazing trip away all those weeks ago, life had been non stop.

Work for the older woman was stressful, everything seemingly having piled up while she was away for the few days, leaving her an absolute mess to deal with and work overtime at the office, you being left to watch the twins until she would come home exhausted. The past few weeks were tiring, draining, and she was in dire need of a peaceful night with you, something to help her unwind.

Life, however, was also being cruel to you, your A Levels having started a couple weeks ago when Wanda had to be whisked away to the office nonstop, your body hunched over a desk for the majority of the day trying to revise your hardest for your exams, wanting to do your best to get into Shield University as that was your number one choice, them wanting the highest grades possible though.

When her eyes gently fluttered open, Wanda noted how quiet it was without the twins, who were seeming to grow irritated at how busy everyone else was, not being given the same amount of attention as usual, and guiltily smiled a little. It was quiet for once. No crazed noises, no inappropriate sounds, no excited or annoyed screams. Nothing.

Her brows furrowed at how quiet it was, you having promised to wait downstairs with a film ready when she had returned from dropping the boys off at Scott and Hope's house for a sleepover, her feet naturally guiding her towards the living room.

A blanket was scattered across the seat however there was nobody to occupy the seat, Wanda's smile fading a little. The older woman then ventured to the kitchen, her smile fading completely when she saw the plate of food she left out for you was still on the countertop, stone cold as it hadn't been touched, her body swiftly turning upon realising where you must have been.

Her feet carried her up the stairs with determination, knowing that she would have to physically drag you away from that desk to get you to relax, hoping to prey on your weaknesses and help you do something other than revising.

"Detka," she hummed out softly once she entered her room, able to see your figure slouched over the desk, hand resting on one of your hands as your brows furrowed, the older woman practically able to hear the cogs turning in your mind, your pen tapping against the wood in a slow tune. When you didn't respond, still lost in thought, Wanda moved towards your body, her arms wrapping around your shoulders, head resting on your shoulder. "Detka," she whispers into your ear, gaining your attention.

"Hmm?" You say, still not completely with her as you stare at the practice question in front of you. It was as if you were possessed by the piece of paper, unable to tear your gaze away from it.

"You need to have a break," she murmurs, her hands drifting across your body in a comforting and soothing way, trying to ease the tension that was building within your muscles from the awkward positions you had been sitting in all day.

"I'm fine," you mutter, not trying to be rude, just trying to focus on the work. You needed to pass this test with the best score you could possibly achieve, having felt like the last two papers in Psychology hadn't gone well. If you were going to go to one of the best universities, you needed the best grades. If you didn't get the best grades, you weren't going to get into the university. If you didn't get into the university, people would be disappointed in you. If you-

"Detka, you haven't eaten since breakfast and I bet you haven't had a break at all today," she says, forcing the spinning chair around so you were facing her, your eyes tired and clearly exhausted. "You need to stop for tonight alright? If you keep trying to force it in your mind, it won't stay in." You looked at the floor slightly embarrassed, she was right. You weren't going to be able to remember anything if you carried on like this. You were just wasting time and energy.

"I need to know it all by Monday though," you mutter, still stressing about it despite her logical point, her face softening while her hands cup your jaw, thumbs caressing your cheeks. You gaze into her enticing green, losing yourself momentarily in the various shades of them and the way love and care swirl in them, delicately entwined with one another.

"That gives you all of tomorrow and Sunday to revise then," she whispers, trying to get you to think properly about it instead of draining yourself like this. She understood your worry though, she knew how much you wanted to get into Shield Uni. "With breaks," she adds in a light-hearted tone to ease the mood, the corner of your lips tugging up a little at the soft smile that breaks out onto her face. "There's that smile I love," she whispers and your cheeks instantly flush red at that, your mouth parting and closing, unsure of how to function after her affectionate words.

Instead, you pull her body towards you, standing between your legs as you hug her middle, pressing your face against her soft jumper. You relaxed when one of her hands threaded through your hair, scratching your scalp to have your body practically melting against her, almost lulling you to sleep.

"Come on Detka," she says, your eyes reluctantly fluttering open as she moves her body away from yours, a small pout sneaking onto your lips as the physical touch is lost. You watch her walk towards the ensuite, the sound of water running gently sounding around the room before she appears at the door frame, watching your confused expression. You look back at the unfinished sixteen marker, part of your mind wanting to finish it, to carry on revising but the other half telling you to go to Wanda.

"What are you doing?" You ask as you push yourself off the chair, casually strolling up to her as she kneels by the side of the bathtub, her hand feeling the water to check the temperature.

"We're going to have a bath," she says, a playful smile engraved on her face, standing up again and snaking her arms around your body, pulling you flush against her. "We both need something to relax," she says and you only suddenly realise how stressful the last few weeks must have been for her, the realisation evident in your eyes as she presses a finger against your lips to shush you. "Don't go down that spiral," she whispers softly, knowing your thoughts could venture down a negative route. "Get in Detka while it's warm, I'll be with you in a minute," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

It'sso soft, it's addictive and you wish it lasted forever. The stress of the last few weeks seemed to immediately vanish as soon as her soft, plump lips met yours, even for the briefest of moments, warmth bubbling inside you. You didn't want her to part from the kiss, wanting to feel them press against yours again, and again, the action seemingly needed to live. She was all you needed to live.

"Where did you go?" she whispers teasingly when she parts from the kiss, noticing how your eyes are still closed, a blissed out expression on your face as you open your eyes, meeting her gaze.

"I love you," you whisper, her cheeks tinting pink at the sheer amount of emotion behind your tone, the care and love that wrapped around each syllable as you ignore her question but say something far more important. She laughs a little softly, shyly, not used to hearing you say the words in such an adoring tone, her lips meeting yours once more, luring you back into that intoxicated state.

"I love you too Detka," she murmurs, matching your tone, her getting lost in your eyes for a moment before her voice becomes playful, "Now get in the tub."

You can't help the wide smile that breaks onto your face as you kiss her, a heart-warming chuckle leaving you as she lets out her angelic laugh, begrudgingly moving away from you and towards the door.

Once she's left, you waste no time in stripping your clothes, leaving them folded on the toilet seat lid before slowly getting into the tub, a sound of relief escaping you at the warmth encasing your body. The warmth of the water and the tranquil atmosphere quickly caused your muscles to relax, your body going limp against the white tub as your mind slowed, trying to clear it and truly enjoy the peace and quiet. Your hands gently moved within the water, creating small ripples that were only just visible, hidden by the various bubbles that were littered about the tub.

Your eyes only opened when the sound of the door closing caught your attention, fluttering open while your head turned over your shoulder, a smile taking over your face, eyes lighting up at the woman and the treat in her hands. She purposely took her time in travelling the short distance from the door to where you were, building your anticipation up as she bent over to press a kiss to your forehead, her hand passing the bowl to you, her lips lingering before pulling back.

Your eyes flickered down to the collection of cut up fruit in the bowl, your stomach craving something to eat, fingers wrapping around half a strawberry as the older woman pulled away from you completely. You turned your head once again to look at her, mouth frozen open, strawberry placed against your tongue, as you watched her strip, unable to tear your gaze away from her beauty.

Her arms elegantly pulled her jumper over her head, her shirt rising up at the action and exposing some soft, irresistible skin, her eyes watching you with amusement as your hand remained holding the piece of food in your mouth. She takes her time pulling her shirt over her head, teasingly pulling it higher and higher until it was finally off her, revealing her simple black bra. Your eyes couldn't help but flicker down to her chest, breasts practically spilling out of the cups when she leaned forwards while shrugging her jeans down, showing off her long, slender legs.

"My eyes are up here Detka," she teases, voice a little raspy as she unclasps her bra and slides her panties down, leaving her fully naked as she nears the tub, motioning for you to move forwards. It takes a minute to function properly, quickly eating the fruit that was in your hand and moving far enough forward for her to slide her body in behind yours.

Her arms quickly wrap around your middle, the feeling of her hands burning into your skin, the heat of the water earlier incomparable to the heat building between your thighs as she pulls you flush against her body, her breasts pressing into the back of you.

A soft and low sigh spills from her lips, fingers tracing random patterns into your skin as you focus on trying to breathe normally, the proximity and lack of clothes seemingly too much for your brain to handle.

"I was wondering Detka," she slowly whispers, your hands moving to interlock with hers, "If we could have a little chat about something, nothing bad."

Curiosity washes over you, turning your head to look at her, ready to see a questioning look in her eyes but only being met with desire.

"Sure, what's it about?" you whisper back, lacking the composure you wanted as your voice wavers, gaze lowering to her lips before snapping back up to the enticing green.

"Do you remember what I said to you that night on the deck, after everyone had left us alone?" your cheeks turn a bright red as her words were engraved in your mind.

I can't wait to fill you with a strap one day.

To take you from behind, having you begging me to come.

"Yes," you sigh out and the desperation can be heard in your voice as you imagine where this conversation was going.

"Good," she murmurs softly, claiming your lips briefly as she couldn't hold back, your submissive state working her up effortlessly. "I was wondering if we could talk about more things we want to try out during sex?"

You nod a little shyly, your body craving her touch but also desperate to hear where her words were going, wanting to hear the possible additions to your sex life.

"I'm going to name something and I want you to tell me whether it's something you want to try, are willingly to try or don't want to try," she speaks gently but with all the control needed, subtly showing of her dominance in another way as your mind is running too far with fantasies. "Answer me honestly Detka, I don't want you to say something because you think I'll like it."

"I won't," you whisper back to assure her that you'll be truthful.

"What do you think of strap ons?" she asks, despite knowing your answer.

Lewd images of her taking you with the toy filter through your mind, a wave of arousal washing through you at the idea of her pounding into you.

"I definitely want to try that," you murmur and it's so needy. You don't even try to hide it.

Wanda merely smirks at your reaction before pressing another kiss to your lips before you turn back around, leaning back against her body as the awkward angle was hurting your back.

"Choking?" She asks while moving her arms back around your body, gliding up and down the skin making it extremely hard to think. She was curious to know as you'd often hinted towards it but never fully said anything. You nodded in response, scared your words would fail you, causing Wanda to speak up, "I need words Detka."

"I want you to..." you trail off with your words, growing nervous at saying it, a low and sultry chuckle escaping her.

"You want me to do what?" she sighs out almost condescendingly in your ear, knowing exactly what you want her to do. To further tease you, she even raises one of her hands, letting it settle on the base of your neck, causing a groan to escape you at the pressure she applies.

"I want you to choke me," you whisper out after what feels like a lifetime of building up the courage, Wanda kissing the side of your cheek and smiling against you,

"Good girl," she praises, removing her hand and returning to tracing random patterns across your skin.

You can feel your heart pounding wildly against your ribcage, anticipation and want clawing at your mind as you let her roam her hands around your body, desperately wishing they would just travel that little bit lower.

"Spanking?" she husks out, voice low while her accent wrapped around her words delicately, your breathing becoming a little heavy as a noise of pure desperation leaves you.

"Yes," you sigh out, closing your eyes and leaning further against her body, watching the images of her bending you over and spanking you entering your mind over and over again.

"Where would you want it?" she murmurs, smirking as she places another kiss to your cheek, her hand trailing lower, "Here?" she teasingly askes, cupping your core, causing a low, sensual moan to escape you. "Or here?" her hands travel around your body towards your ass, a whine leaving you when she moved her fingers away from where you wanted her.

"Both," you whisper, your hands going to hold onto the side of the tub, knuckles bleeding white as she just continues to tease and taunt you.

"Yeah?" she hums out, the vibrations tickling your cheek as she places another kiss to your skin, smirking when she hears how your breath hitches. She then moves her mouth to your ear, a shiver running down your spine at her low breaths, "Do you want me to be rougher with you?" she husks out and fuck you were done for.

"Wanda," you whine and you don't hold back with how desperate you were, the noise earning a teasing chuckle to escape the older woman. She places a finger under your chin, tilting your head back to look at her, nothing but want swirling around in your eyes as they darken.

"Answer my question Detka," she whispers, purposely moving her lips closer to ghost yours, your mouth parting as shaky breaths leave you at the proximity.

"Please," is all you can muster, your hips pushing back subtly against her body, her hands moving back to your waist to hold you in place.

"Please," she murmurs back, mocking your tone of voice with a smirk, a hint of humiliation washing through you at how needy you must sound, arousal still pooling between your thighs though. "Answer me Detka, I won't ask again," she revels in the power she holds over you, watching how your face conveys the pure desire you feel for her.

At her words, you feel yourself clenching around nothing, a low groan escaping you before you manage to get the words out, "Please be rough with me, treat me how you want, please."

Her lips meet yours softly, hushing your pitiful sounds as you crave to feel her digits stretching you out, doing whatever she pleased with you. You lose yourself to the thought of her as her lips claim yours again and again, her tongue pushing past your lips and seeking entrance, dominating the whole kiss effortlessly.

Only when air was necessary did she pull back, her eyes fluttering open to reveal her enticing green darkened with lust, your eyes taking a little longer to open as you had to come back to reality after being kissed senseless.

"Do you have any other ideas of things you want to try out?" she mutters against your lips, connecting them again briefly before gaining some sort of self control, her eyes unable to be torn away from your lips though.

Your cheeks flush red at her asking you, a sudden wave of shyness taking over you, especially with the way she was gazing at you like she wanted to eat you alive.

"Oh Detka," she coos, chuckling a little at how your cheeks tinted even redder at her slightly condescending tone, "Don't get all shy now. Come on Dorogaya, tell me what you want," the way her accent perfectly wrapped around her last words, the slight rasp added to her voice, you were almost compelled to answer her.

"I want you..." you trail off, losing yourself within the various shades of green before continuing, "I want you to tie me up," her lips tug upwards into a smirk, her teeth then biting on her lower lip as various lewd thoughts enter her mind.

"I'd love to tie you up Detka," she rasps out, her mind still flickering through endless scenarios, "To have you squirming under me," she adds, voice lower to tease you.

"Fuck," you mutter, your skin burning as her nails scratch into your lower abdomen softly, dragging down until her hands were at your inner thighs, spreading your legs a little.

"Anything else Detka?" she asks, as if she weren't driving you insane.

"I-" your words are cut off by her hands sliding even closer to your core, your head moving to hide at the crook of her neck as, if she carried on looking at you like that, you were certain you were going to combust. "I want to try face-sitting," you mumble against her warm and slightly wet skin, the water in the bath a lot cooler than it was earlier.

"You want me to sit on your face Detka?" she teases and you groan against her at her tone and at how the pads of her fingers brush your clit. She chuckles at your reaction before whispering lowly, "I'm sure that can be arranged Dorogaya."

Her free hand guides you away from the safety of her neck, bringing you in for a passionate kiss before sighing softly, "Now relax Detka, let me take care of you."

Her hand finally touches where you so desperately needed, her mouth swallowing all the needy whimpers and whines as the rest of the night blurred, pleasure taking over your body again and again, until you both eventually collapsed into the sheets together, wrapped in each other's arms.

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Stepping out of the double doors, relief washed over you as the fresh air wrapped around you, the sun gently streaming down over all of the students leaving the hall. You had finished College. Your last exam was done and there was nothing keeping you in this place anymore, you were free to leave and never return.

"Y/n," Natasha calls as she comes out of the hall, wide smiles taking over both of your faces at having completed another level of education together, having finished primary, high school and now college as a duo. "We did it," she sighs out, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and walking with you to the gates, laughter spilling from both of you.

"We did it," you repeat, the past few weeks of stress disappearing as it was finally over, you didn't have to spend all day revising and being scolded for not having breaks.

The two of you went back to the café you had sat in so many times, taking your usual seats and ordering the same as always, you typically eating some of Natasha's muffin as it was 'tradition' as you claimed, her letting it go as you were both so happy to be done with this big step in your lives.

Maria soon joined you two, her last exam having finished later, and swiftly joined her girlfriend on her side of the booth. The blue eyes lit up at the smile on the redhead's face, sitting close to her body before her soft gaze turned to you, a hint of mischief flashing across her face.

"I'd look away if I were you Y/n," she says and your brows merely furrow before she crashes her lips to her girlfriend, both of them smiling into the kiss while you just chuckle at Maria's antics, biting your tongue to refrain from all the teasing comments at the slight blush painted across your best friend's face.

The only reason you didn't tease her is that her green soon met yours, a warning look presenting itself in them making you shut up, knowing she had plenty of things to tease you about to Wanda later.

The plan for later was that all of you were going to have a meal at Melina's house, her wanting to celebrate with her daughter and you before the redhead left for the celebration party a few others from your year were having, Maria going with her while you were keen to find out what this 'surprise' Wanda had planned was, her refusing to tell you anything about it.

Before you knew it, you were walking into Natasha's house with Maria, ready to chill out in the garden until Wanda showed up and Melina called for food. You were going to go for your designated spot in the garden but the seat was occupied by a certain fluff ball, your face softening at the adorable brown eyes staring up at you, the way her tongue dangled out of her mouth as Fanny panted.

"Come on Fanny, we can share it," you mutter, trying to compromise with the dog as she happily stole your seat, Natasha chuckling with Maria who watched you attempt to persuade the dog to move. You scratched her head, your fingers running through her soft fur easily while trying to coax her out of your position, giving up entirely when she rolled over onto her back instead, wanting her belly to be rubbed instead. You couldn't help but laugh with the others as Fanny had been victorious, sitting on the floor in front of the seat and letting your hands play with her fur, casually petting her.

When Yelena eventually joined you, she couldn't help but tease you about your position, simply rolling your eyes at the blonde who, despite her words, joined you on the floor, her hand joining yours and stroking the soft fur that belongs to Fanny. You bickered playfully with Yelena, her purposely saying things to disagree with your statements, bumping against your shoulder to further annoy you playfully.

"You're only saying all of this to annoy me," you say laughing, shaking your head at the blonde with a smile engraved all over your face. "You can't possibly think American football is better than football."

"I can and I will," she says, not backing down, "Soccer isn't better than American football." Your jaw drops in shock at her blasphemous words, a sound of pure confusion leaving you.

"You- You don't even kick it in American football," you explain, a little passionately as football, in your eyes, was far better than the American sport and was definitely not called soccer. Yelena merely smirks at how determined you are to change her mind, staring at her with a firm stare until you get your point across. You explained to her many reasons as to why you believed you were right, Natasha and Maria being your backup as you asked for their opinions, Yelena still being that annoying amount of stubborn, still smiling at you. You were about to say more but the sound of angelic laughter interrupted your sentence, your gaze flickering over to the patio door where Wanda stood talking to Melina.

You snapped back to the conversation after a teasing comment from Yelena, who seemed incessant in annoying you today, only stopping the conversation when Wanda and Melena joined you, Alexie inside watching some old documentary about Russia.

"What are you girls talking-" Melina tries to ask, your gaze focussed on Wanda who walks closer to you, somehow managing to get Fanny to move and taking the seat behind you, placing a quick kiss to the top of your head and murmuring a gentle hello, your cheeks tinting red as Natasha and Maria both speak up at the same time.

"Don't," they both rush out, not wanting you to go on another little tangent about the whole topic, Yelena merely chuckling to herself at how you refrain yourself from speaking about it again. Instead, you stand up from the dry grass and sit next to Wanda, her arm subtly wrapping around your waist as you sit together.

Melina comes out occasionally to talk to Wanda, who's free hand pets the fluffy figure besides her, before leaving to check the food, the older woman remaining quiet and enjoying just listening to you talk with your friends, smiling at the nonsense and random things you would talk about. Her interest peaks when Natasha's smile turns mischievous, the redhead trying to reveal embarrassing stories about you to which you practically jump out of your seat to shut your best friend up. You attempts were to no avail as she reveals a humiliating tale, your cheeks flushed as you go back to sit next to Wanda who laughs softly at the story.

"So you're not only scared of chickens, but geese too?" she teases and you simply groan at her tone, Natasha unable to contain her laughter as she remembers the day. "Maybe you should just avoid birds Detka," she murmurs and you glare at Natasha who's still laughing.

"It wasn't my fault," you mutter, "I was just canoeing and minding my own business, there was no need for it to squawk at me and get pissed off." You remember the event clearly, you and Natasha sharing a canoe on a residential trip, your paddle going a little too close towards a goose for it's liking, a small scream leaving you as you practically jumped out of your skin when it loudly squawked at you and tried to swim after you two, Natasha unbothered as she was too busy laughing at you at the back of the canoe, fearing for your life as the animal chased after you both.

You were saved by Melina who called saying food was ready, all of you moving towards the dining room to eat. Wanda was sat to your side, her hand resting on your thigh when she was casually resting it, your gaze often flickering to the older woman during the delicious meal, your mind wandering to what the surprise later could possibly be. You admired her side profile, scanning over features while Melina tried to speak to you, your attention fixated on the goddess of a woman next to you.

"Y/n," Melina calls your name louder to get your attention, your cheeks turning red in embarrassment before answering her question in a shy tone, Wanda failing to hide her small smirk from you as she peers over at you.

The rest of dinner breezed by, you managing to not embarrass yourself anymore while everyone digested, Natasha and Maria deciding to leave soon as well as you and Wanda.

Wanda thanked Melina, wrapping the woman in a brief hug before softly murmuring to you that she'd be in the car waiting for you as you said goodbye to the others, you smiling at her and watching as she leaves the house, eyes flickering down momentarily to watch her hips before snapping back up once remembering where you were. Melina made no comment if she saw your line of sight, bringing you closer for a hug which confused you a little as she would never let this many people hug her within a short space of time. The action soon made sense when she spoke up,

"He'd be so proud of you," she whispers in a caring tone, smiling at the older woman who just looks at you with a reminiscent look. You've grown so much in her eyes, and she was so grateful to Wanda for helping you find yourself again. "Now go and enjoy the rest of you night," she says before letting you leave, you laughing at the way she then seems to berate Yelena in Russian for doing something as you walked down the path, her saying goodbye once more when you reached the car.

***

"Are you going to tell me what my surprise is yet?" you ask Wanda, tilting your head to watch her as she drives you back to the empty house. The twins were currently at Vision's as part of the divorce agreement was that he got to see them once a month, the man having picked them up from school which was why Wanda was able to come over for dinner at the Romanoff's residence. She chuckles as she steers around the corner at your excited tone, her gaze flickering over to yours briefly before returning her gaze to the road.

"And why would I do that Detka?" She hums out, "It wouldn't be a surprise then," you can see the way the corner of her lips tug upwards, a small, subtle smirk etched onto her face as she continues to take you both home.

"I'll act surprised," you say playfully, your attempt at convincing her pitiful as she laughs softly once again. "Please just tell me," you say when she doesn't respond, just continuing to drive, occasionally looking over at you.

"You're just going to have to be patient Detka," she says calmly, your gaze looking out of the window to see you were nearly back home, only a couple of minutes away.

"You're just teasing now," you mutter while sitting back in your seat more comfortably, watching the scenery pass by. A low chuckle gains your attention, turning your gaze instantly to the alluring woman.

"Oh Dorogaya, if you think this is teasing you're in for a shock tonight," she rasps out, pulling up into the large driveway and swiftly securing the car, her gaze turning to you with a dangerous and predatory look in them. Your mind shortcuts at the way she seems to seduce you with just her eyes, arousal quickly pooling between your thighs as she leans closer to you, her mouth ghosting yours. Your eyes start to flutter close, ready to feel her lips against yours but nothing happens, your brows furrowing as you hear her car door opening. "Come on Detka, don't you want your surprise?" she teases, your hand rushing to unclasp your seatbelt as you rush after her, her hands turning the key and opening the front door.

As soon as you step into the house, your back meets the door roughly, her lips pressing against yours fervently as her body pins you against the hard surface, a moan escaping you. Her hands glide down your sides, resting on your hips as she slides her leg between your thighs, a low groan leaving your lips at the feeling of her pressed against your core, your mind blurred with arousal and pleasure.

Wanda effortlessly slides her tongue into your mouth, moaning into the kiss at the amount of hunger and desperation you both seem to pour into it, her pulling back briefly before biting down softly on your lower lip and dragging it back, releasing it and staring into your significantly darker eyes. Your lips are slightly stained by her faint lipstick and your pupils are blown with lust as you pant for breath against the door, her hands moving your hips a little to grind against her leg, a smirk tugging at her lips at how you loll your head back, baring your neck for her to mark.

"I'm so proud of you Detka," she purrs against the column of your throat while letting her mouth roam the warm skin, her lips placing hot, open-mouth kisses at the sensitive part of your neck to hear soft moans spilling from your lips. "Such a good girl doing so well in your exams," her low tone mixed with the praise causes heat to flood throughout your body, glad she was pinned against you otherwise your legs would have certainly given in. "I think you deserve a reward, don't you Detka?" She trails kisses up along your neck, then your jaw, ending her words with her mouth ghosting yours, inviting you to chase them. When you do, she cruelly pulls back, revelling in the power she holds over you as you desperately wish to feel her lips against yours.

"Yes," you sigh out, moaning when she finally gives you what she wants, crashing her lips back to yours with even more passion behind it. The kiss turns messy but you don't care, it's hot, it's desperate and it's everything you've ever wanted.

You moan in surprise when she moves her hands to the back of your thighs, lifting you away from the door, your legs wrapping around her middle as she takes you to your room, your lips refusing to part for a moment.

"Wanda, please," you plead when she lowers you onto the soft mattress, your legs keeping her firmly pressed against your body, fingers tangling into her auburn locks as she kisses you senseless, your body craving her touch.

"Patience Detka," she rasps out, moving to press a sensual kiss to the underside of your jaw, smirking against the skin as you try to buck your hips upwards against her body, trying to ease the incessant throb between your legs. You could feel the arousal pooling between your thighs, needing to ease the heat building there as you clenched around nothing, wanting to feel her inside you. "Don't you want to know what your surprise is?" she murmurs against your lips, noticing how to reluctantly still your hips, your eyes conveying the pure desperation for her touch.

"I do but I need you Wanda," you sigh out, the older woman biting her lip at your submissive tone, arousal clouding her mind as she gazes into your eyes.

"I'll give you what you want soon, I promise Detka," she murmurs, her hands slowly travelling down your body until they reach the hem of your shirt, her eyes holding your excited gaze, "As for now, are you going to be a good girl and listen?"

"Yes," you whisper out as that's all you could muster, coherent thoughts swiftly leaving your mind as she lowers her mouth to the shell of your ear.

"I want you to strip for me Detka," she rasps out, accent delicately wrapped around her words, "Then I want you to wait patiently for me, no touching yourself, do you understand?"

"Yes," you say again, being obedient and listening to her, your mind processing what she said, "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm going to get your surprise ready," she says, pressing a reassuring kiss to your lips, "I won't be long." She swiftly climbs off your body and going into the bathroom, your brows furrowed but anticipation flowing through you as you do as she asked, stripping out of all your clothes and waiting on the bed, trying to listen to what she was doing in the other room. Your hands stay by your sides but you have a sudden urge to relieve yourself of the warmth that's settled at your core, your legs squeezing together.

Luckily for you, Wanda doesn't take much longer, opening the door to reveal herself in a new set of lingerie, the black lace perfectly accentuating her chest, your eyes flickering down her perfect body and freezing when you see what else she's wearing. A harness is wrapped around her lower half as a strap on is fitted against it, a low groan escaping you at what was about to happen.

"Please come here," you whisper, desperation dripping from your voice as she climbs back over your body, connecting your lips softly and halting your desperation.

"Remember you can use your safe words at anytime," she reminds in a caring voice, nodding against her quickly before she lets the kiss turn hungry, her hands roaming your expose skin, wasting no time in moving them to cup your breasts, teasingly ghosting her fingers over your nipples as you grind your hips up.

A broken moan is torn out of your throat at the feeling of grinding against the black toy, your needy noises being swallowed by the older woman.

"Wanda, please make me come," you beg, and you frankly don't care at how pathetic you must sound, your eyes pleading with her to give you what you want.

"You can beg better than that Detka," she teases in a low tone, adding to the burning heat inside your body as you need her to do something more. "Show me how much you want it," you moan lewdly into the kiss at her dominant voice, your hands moving to her back, needing to hold onto something.

"Please, I need to feel you inside me, Wanda, I need you so bad, I-" She interrupts your begging with a rough kiss, unable to hold back herself, her hand lowering to your core. Your head is thrown back against the soft mattress when she effortlessly slides a finger inside you, your eyes gazing into hers as soft moans spill from your lips as she curls it beautifully inside you.

"I need to stretch you out Detka," she says, answering your silent question and fuck those words shouldn't be as hot as they were. You clench around her finger, a sinful noise being torn out of you when she adds another finger, steadily pumping them into you. "Fuck Detka," she groans when you clench around her harder, her amazed at how warm and wet you were for her. "You're so wet for me," she rasps out, groaning when your nails dig into her back a little as your hips move against her hands, pleasure coursing through your body with every thrust of her fingers.

"Wanda," you sigh out in almost a chant, moaning her name over and over again as you near your orgasm, body buzzing with pleasure as her lips claim yours over and over again, mind intoxicated with the thought of her. "I'm so close, please," you moan out in between heated kisses, Wanda pressing an apologetic kiss to your lips as she slides her fingers out of you, denying you the relief of your orgasm.

A frustrated and pitiful noise leaves your throat at being left on edge, your protests quickly ending when she moves her fingers to your lips, motioning for you to clean them. You let her slide her finger into your mouth, groaning against her digit at the taste of yourself before you swirl your tongue around it, watching how her eyes darken, almost lost in arousal as she admires the sight of you under her.

She seems to snap herself out of her daze, sliding her fingers out and moving the toy to your core, breath hitching at the feeling of it pressed against your clit. She moves her hips forwards, grinding it against you earning a low, guttural moan, while coating the toy in your arousal.

"Are you ready Detka?" she whispers softly, moving the tip of the toy to your entrance, waiting for your consent.

"Yes," you sigh out, a little nervous at the initial part but comforted by the feeling of her lips pressing against yours as she guides the toy into you slowly. You moan as she stretches you out perfectly, the toy reaching spots you didn't even know existed as she slowly drags her hips back before pushing it back in, starting a slow, steady pace as you adjust to the size of it.

"You look so pretty stretched around my cock Detka," she husks out causing you to clench around the toy, a whimper escaping you as she starts to move her hips further out, thrusting the toy deeper inside you.

Soon enough, your nails are scratching down her back as she snaps her hips into you, the slow and steady pace gone as she pounds the toy into you, earning moan after moan as you lose yourself in the pleasure. Lewd noises fill the room as she thrusts into you over and over again, a choked moan ripped out of you when she moves her hand to the back of your thigh, moving it slightly higher and letting the toy slide even deeper inside you, her hips powerful as she fucks you senseless.

"Fuck Wanda," you groan out as she snaps her hips into somehow even harder, your orgasm swiftly approaching as the toy hits all the right spots inside of you.

"You love being my little slut, don't you Detka?" she pants out against you, letting her forehead rest against yours as her hips are relentless, pleasure and euphoria flooding through you when she hits a certain spot inside you, your vision blurring with how turned on you were.

"Yes," you almost scream as you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of the orgasm you so desperately crave. "Yours, your slut," you sigh out, throwing your head back against the mattress again as your hands hold onto Wanda, mind focussing on the feeling of the toy sliding in and out of you mercilessly.

"Mine," she mutters out, letting her mouth pepper kisses against any part of skin she could.

"Please can I come," you plead her, eyes opening to meet her lust filled green, begging her to let you.

"Come all over my cock Detka," she groans against your lips, connecting them and swallowing the scream that leaves your lips as pleasure crashes through your entire body, legs shaking as they wrap around her waist, keeping her close as you grind against the toy, riding out your aftershocks.

You sigh against her lips when your body trembles a little less with the overwhelming amount of pleasure, her chuckling against your lips at your blissed out expression.

"I'm not finished with you yet Detka," she murmurs, "Roll over."

"Fuck," is all you can say as her hands move to your hips, turning you over so you were laying on your stomach before pulling your hips up to easily slide the toy into you.

She starts off slow, letting you adjust to the new position, revelling in all the noises that spill out of your lips. The noises mixed with the sight of you, hands gripping the sheets and hips moving back against her causes something inside Wanda to snap.

She pulls out swiftly and slams the toy back into you, a scream of her name reverberating around the room as she fucks you at a brutal pace, indulging in her wants as the base of the toy brushes her clit with each powerful thrust of her hips.

You can't do anything but let your mouth part into an 'o' shape, letting noise after noise spill carelessly from your lips as your body buzzed with pleasure, her hands pulling your hips back to reach even further inside you.

"Detka," she groans, the toy brushing perfectly against her clit, "You're such a good girl, taking me so well," she pants out, her hips stuttering a bit as her own orgasm nears, her pace still merciless though.

"Wanda," the tone of your voice only spurs her on to fuck you harder, her hips slamming the toy harder into you as her hand wraps around you middle, pulling you up into kneeling position. Her mouth moves to your ear, letting you hear her ragged breaths, sending heat straight to your core.

"I'm so close Detka," she sighs out, moving her fingers down your body, letting her index finger gently circle your clit, your hips bucking back against hers. "I want you to come with me," she groans, your hips pushing back against hers and causing the base of the toy to rub against her just how she wanted.

With her words, her fingers, and the toy inside you, your quickly on edge of another powerful orgasm, your head leaning back against her body as you tilt it to the side, connecting your lips.

"I'm going to come," you whimper out when she ruts her hips against you, her mouth messily meeting yours as she moans into the kiss, both of you crashing head first into your orgasms. Her hips stutter against you as she continues to thrust into you a little slower, your legs shaking as she holds your body upright, not letting you fall onto the mattress. She gently lowers you down, your body still trembling from the intensity of your release, slipping the toy out of you and pressing her body into you, peppering your shoulders in kisses as you press your face into the sheet.

"I've got you Detka," she whispers, moving the two of you around so she could pull your body against her, wrapping her arm around you. "I'm so proud of you, you did so well for me," she praises in a soft and loving tone, more comforting words gently falling from her lips to coax you back to reality as you bury your face against her neck, trying to regulate your breathing.

"I can't feel my legs," is the first thing you quietly whisper, her angelic laugh returning as she places a kiss to the top of your head.

"I wasn't too rough was I?" she asks cautiously, not wanting to have hurt you.

"No," you say with no hesitation, pulling back with tired eyes to look at her. "I loved it," you confess, causing her to smile before softly kissing you once more, unable to stop herself.

"Me too," she whispers, letting a comfortable silence take over the room for a bit before ushering you to go to the bathroom and clean up with her. You're reluctant to do so but, when she wraps her arms around you and murmurs sweet words in your ear the entire time, you listen, letting her clean you up and the toy before letting you both return to bed, your body clinging to hers as you cuddle against her, exhaustion creeping up on you both.

Your head rests against her bare chest, a smile engraved on your face at the idea of using her chest as your pillow, arm securely wrapped around her waist while her fingers play with the end of your hair.

"I love you Detka," she murmurs, voice quiet to keep the tranquil atmosphere as you slowly drift to sleep on her, her fingers moving to scratch your scalp softly and lull you to sleep.

"I love you too," you whisper, voice barely audible as you drift off to sleep in her gentle embrace.

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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club series)

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ MDNI

Chapter 019: The Piggyback

If you had the chance to do it over again with Eddie — and DO IT RIGHT — would you?

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014** , 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020* * = somewhat smut , ** = smut

CW: hospital setting, dialogue heavy, uncertainty, fluff, talks of blood/broken bones/etc., car accident implications

word count: 2.5k words

“I’ll pick up these broken pieces ‘til I’m bleeding, if that’ll make it right.”

♡

Hawkins Memorial Hospital reeks of bleach wipes and bitter tears.

“Eddie…” Dustin wails. “No no no, noooo. Eddie…”

You’re sitting on the floor of the nurses station with Robin, Steve, and Nancy while the ‘kiddos’ occupy the waiting chairs. Surely, it's got to be unsanitary, but contracting germs off the floor of the ICU were the least of your concerns.

Your eyes follow Wayne as he helplessly wheels around, talking to anyone who would lend him an ear... anyone who would possibly know anything about his nephew’s condition.

“And my nephew — Eddie — he's self-employed,” Wayne continues to tell them.

Wheeling…wheeling…wheeling…

��But the Program he’s with allows him to go through Scott Clarke. You know Scott Clarke Insurance? It’s S-c-o-t-t, C-l-a-r-k-e… I’m through them too…”

But the able-bodied personnel are too fast for old Wayne, walking at a speed about 5mph while his frail fingers can only allow him up to 2 and a half. Just like the liters of oxygen he is on.

“Does he have a case manager assigned to him yet?” Wayne wonders. “If so I would like their name, please.”

Eventually Wayne’s voice fades the further away he gets. And just so you don't wallow in your misery, you go to your phone to see if anyone else has been reaching out to you for updates.

Justice (Hellfire)

Omg just heard the news! Hey girlie, is Eddie ok??? Can we come see him yet??

Just as you expected. Annoyed, you respond.

Girl fuck you

Suddenly a hand squeezes your kneecap. You didn't realize how aggressively you were tapping your feet until Max stops you.

“Doing okay, sis?”

“Yeah I'm just...” you sigh. “…going through all the emotions I guess. And in a fucked up way, I'm kinda convinced this is all my fault."

“You're a dumbass," she scowls at you. "How could you have possibly seen this coming? This was not in anyone’s control."

“I broke the rule,” is all you say. “We never go to bed angry.”

The odds have always been against you. You would think you knew that by now. It was probably why you spent all morning beating yourself up; because you knew that if you did, there's a huge possibility that Eddie would pull through. The Universe is twisted like that.

Suddenly, a pair of white coats are seen coming out of Eddie's room. Everybody in the party immediately stands, like it's some formation exercise at a bootcamp of sorts. Wayne eventually circles back as well, gazing up at Dr. Owens with hopeful eyes.

“Eddie is going to be okay,” Owens concludes. “You can all breathe now.”

The room fills with bone-weary, but nonetheless celebratory cheers. Owens and Eddie's nurse, Nurse Patty allows everybody to hug one another in relief. Eddie's doctor goes to speak again when the clamor dies down.

“But he did have to undergo emergency surgery,” Dr. Owens adds. “And he lost a lot of blood, so we have him on additional transfusions, as well as an antibiotic for an infection caused by his wounds. The plan for him is to recover, hopefully get him up with therapy when the time is right, and then he can get out of here.”

“Can we see him?” your voice cracks.

“That is up to him," the doctor responds. "But for now, what the young man told me is that he wants chocolate pudding... and to see his Uncle and girlfriend."

You and Wayne waste no time. Unlocking the brakes of his wheelchair, you lug Eddie's uncle into ICU room #010, unsure of what is to greet you behind the curtains.

The room is littered with juice and jello, laced by an overpowering bleach-esque fragrance that most likely was there to mask the innate smell of blood and other bodily fluids.

Beep, beep, beep, goes the familiar IV machine. And funny enough, Eddie has his TV on, blasting South Park on full volume, exactly the way it normally would be playing at the Harrington-Munson estate.

"…tell everyone the truth about whose fault this is! I didn't do anything!" ... "...you KNEW about the prank, you could've stopped it at any time, but you didn't say a word. SILENCE IS VIOLENCE!"

And there is Eddie, dressed in a mesh-fabric gauze bandana, a worn-out beige hospital gown, with matching grippy socks. His entire lower lip is busted, left arm in a cast, both of his heels elevated with blood-saturated pillows. And his hair... you didn't even want to think about the matting. But that is ground to be covered much later.

When Eddie sees the two of you, he only utters one sentence:

“Does this mean I finally get that motorcycle?”

“You fucking idiot!” you wail going in to hug him.

Eddie chuckles solemnly as you completely fall into his embrace, soaking his gown with your salty tears.

"I thought we lost you, Eddie,” you whisper in his ear as you sniff your tears away. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if we did...knowing what I said."

He strokes your hair. "You have every right to be mad at me. I've been such a shitty boyfriend to you."

“I second that,” Wayne huffs, crossing his arms. “The idiot part, I mean… but I’m glad you’re okay, son.”

“Tell me something I don’t know, Wayne,” Eddie grumbles. “I knew those Eddie Stops would catch up to me one day.”

Eventually, the rest of the party spills in, starting with the batallion of younger Hellfire boys who were inconsolable all morning, absolutely petrified of losing their role-model.

"Jesus,” Dustin breathes. “We thought you were a-goner!”

"Hey guys, good to see ya," Eddie grins, soaking up every bit of attention from his little minions as they all pile on top of him. Suddenly, he flinches. "Hey hey hey, watch my IVs! I've got an important med running through that piggyback."

"Right, sorry," they all utter in unison as they separate themselves from him.

Steve is next in line to give Eddie a hug, followed by Robin, and Nancy, and soon Jonathan. Chrissy and Argyle are the next people to trail in, with Henry and Nina at their tail. Then, the Corroded Coffin boys soon after.

"Eddie, oh my god!" Chrissy cries. "Don't you ever scare any of us like that again!"

"Good to see ya, Chris," Eddie smiles, giving her a one-armed hug. "Hey Neens! Creel! Villalobos. Boys.”

"So not cool man," Argyle shakes his head. "So not cool. We were worried sick for you."

As you all iron out the details, it is discovered that Eddie got into the accident shortly after leaving your place. He, in fact did, pull an Eddie Stop, failing to see the car coming at him from his left side, which then resulted in him getting T-boned. The other driver was okay. In fact, he was the one who called the ambulance for him.

"How much longer until you're discharged?" Nancy asks.

"I'm not too sure," Eddie sighs. "Hopefully in a few weeks."

He fails to sit up completely, wincing once again when his pain drags him down. Everybody nearly rushes to his aid, tenderly lowering Eddie back onto the bed while encouraging him to take it easy.

"Don't even worry about it, Eds," Lucas assures him. "We can hold down the fort."

"Oh that's reassuring," Eddie mutters sarcastically, shaking his head in discontent.

"What'd you say?"

"Nothing!"

---

You decide to stay with Eddie for the afternoon while everyone else goes home. A couple others stay behind as well, so you all take turns alternating, helping the nurses with their care and making sure Eddie isn't alone when a specialist from his team comes to see him.

But for now, it's just you and him, cuddled up in his rather stiff hospital bed, watching TV to pass time by.

"It feels weird sitting in place for once," he comments. "My body isn't used to laying down for a long period of time."

"Constantly in fight or flight, huh?" you tut. "Always on the go..."

Eddie whistles. "God, you have no idea..."

"Nah, I do," you insist, grabbing his hand to kiss it. "Our flights just look a lil different is all."

Suddenly, your phone rings again, causing both you and Eddie to jolt in shock. This time, it's your FaceTime ringtone... and on the other line, is Kassidy, quite possibly accompanied by the other Hellfire Girls.

"Jesus H. Christ," you mumble. "They've been spamming me all morning. Probably just wanna know how you're doing."

"Answer it," Eddie encourages you sharply. His tone is rather gruff, and urgent. "I need to talk to them."

Because you're nice enough to allow the girls the luxury of knowing their lord and savior is alive, you answer the call and hand your phone to Eddie. There's a slight pause before the call is connected.

"Hi," is all Eddie says.

"Eddie! OMG!" the girls squeal through the other line, of course all while failing to acknowledge you — the person whose number they called in the first place. "Are you okay?!"

"Yes girls, I'm fine..." he sighs. "How's Hellfire? Everyone holding down the fort?"

"Of course, just like we do best," Kassidy responds. "We just miss you, Eddie. What happened?"

"Got T-boned."

"OMG, whose fault was it?"

"Mine," he seems relatively short with them.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm in a little bit of pain. But I got some pain meds to help me."

"Thank God!"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the hospital walls, Nina and Chrissy stare at each other in bewilderment, a look that is naturally followed by one of disgust.

"Oh I know damn well..." Nina shakes her head.

"Stupid ass bitches," Chrissy adds.

Being the nosy girls they are, Nina and Chrissy crane their heads over into the room, eavesdropping on the FaceTime conversation between Eddie and the Hellfire Girls.

"Oh Eddie," Emmy pouts. "We're so glad that you're doing okay."

"Yeah, Eddie!" Lady chirps. "When do you think you'll be released?"

"Hopefully I'll be out in about two weeks," Eddie responds. "But I'll stay at home for a bit before coming back. You won't even know I'm gone."

The girls cheer obnoxiously on the other line. You try to act indifferent towards everything for Eddie's sake, but it's hard for you to feign something that so evidently isn't true.

Eddie senses it. And what he says next to the girls takes you by surprise.

"...But," Eddie says. "In that same amount of time, I expect your lockers to be cleared... as well as your side of the dressing room."

There's a brief silence while the girls try to piece together what Eddie means by that. Because surely it doesn't mean what they initially thought it meant.

"Why? Are we getting moved?"

"No, you're all getting terminated."

So it was exactly what they thought it meant.

"Wh-what? Why?!"

"What do you mean why?" Eddie demands.

He begins to list off everything they have done wrong, all of which they pretended to be oblivious about until now.

"The final straw is calling my girlfriend's phone, non-stop, knowing that's the only way to get through to me," Eddie goes on. "And not even acknowledging her! And even if you did, you all have some damn nerve considering what you guys did at Hellfire."

"You don't even have proof of us damaging her property though!" Justice argues. "So for all we know, you're just accusing us of things, Eddie."

"That's funny," you speak up. "Who said anything about property damage?"

Caught in their own trap.

The MAIN reason Eddie couldn't fire the Hellfire Girls when they put sugar in your gas tank was because you didn't have any proof that they did it, therefore it wouldn't hold up well if the girls decided to sue for wrongful termination. Again, lots of legalities to come in to play.

The girls were smart though. Choosing to wreck your car because they knew it was parked in the security camera's blindspot. Essentially, after the damage was done, it would be your word against theirs. And there was only so much that Eddie could do with the "subtle jabs". But now that you have a confession, Eddie can work off of that.

"But Eddie!" Justice whines. "This is so unfair. We've known you, and been at Hellfire longer than she has."

"Two weeks," Eddie reiterates, still firm on his decision. "That's enough time for you ladies to figure out the next step. I wish you the best of luck."

The ending of the FaceTime call wasn't a pretty one. It mainly consisted of denying and bargaining, all of which Eddie did not have the energy to be receptive to.

You and Eddie continue to hash it out with the girls over the phone, all while Nina and Chrissy were twerking in celebration because it meant more money for them during tip outs. And most importantly, celebrating you getting the justice you deserve...along with the possibility of you coming back.

"That was something I should've done way long ago," Eddie sighs as he hands you your phone back. "I hate dealing with legal shit."

"I'm sorry that they ended up being horrible," you frown.

"And I'm sorry that they ended up being horrible to you," Eddie counters. "I really wish I could've done more for you. But up until now my hands were tied legally, honey. And financially."

"It was a sticky situation," you mutter. "But...I knew you had a favorite."

He kisses your forehead once more and you lean into him again, resting your head against his chest and wrapping your leg around his torso.

"Ow, ow, OW!" Eddie yelps.

"Sorry!"

You asunder again.

"You think you're gonna find enough dancers in time?" you ask him.

"We'll be okay four dancers short," Eddie assures you. "And besides, more tips for the other ladies when it comes down to tip-outs. They did Hellfire a favor."

Exactly what Chrissy and Nina were thinking.

"Speaking of Hellfire..." Eddie quips. "Does this mean you're coming back?"

"Only if I'm still welcome."

"Of course you are, babe," Eddie chuckles. "Everyone there loves you."

Your heart flutters at the forsaken "L" word, uttered with so much certainty and fondness.

"...including me," Eddie adds. "I love you, man."

You bite your lip to contain your excitement as you blush, giving Eddie a light punch across his chest.

"I love you too...man."

And as a way to poke fun at you, Eddie flashes you a "surf's up" sign with his non-crippled fingers. He puts on his most pretentious California accent possible, one he learned how to do from Argyle.

"Righteous...man."

And before it could get any more intimate, Chrissy makes her way into the room, reaching into her tote bag to give you something she's been holding onto since she arrived.

You watch as she unveils a familiar velvet garment — your cloak. She gives you a courtly bow as she hands it back over to you, symbolizing an end to your very brief retirement from Hellfire, and a permanent seat at The Party's table.

"You know Hargrove, I believe..." says Chrissy. "...that this is for you."

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rosegoldenatlas · 7 days ago

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A Smallishbeans Centric Epic! Au

Okay so first off I am going to set it up like so:

Epic!Character - Hermit/Lifer/Empyrian - my reasoning and design choices

Also this comes with new watcher lore at the end

please give ideas for Calypso and Apollo <333

Odysseus - Joel - He can be surspisingly clever at times, but I chose him for Ody more because 1 he’s straight and obsessed with his wife 2 he is a bloodthirsty bastard when he is red raging and 3 because he isn’t good with teammates

Zeus - Ren - It’s simple really, 1 he’s a theatre kid, 2 the red king

Penelope - Lizzie - well fist off, she’s Joel’s irl wife, but also because she is girlboss and a clever bitch

Telemachus - Hermes - he is Joel’s canonical kid and yeah

Eurylochus - Grian - very serious when he needs to be, is logical during the life series, and so would open the windbag for the lols

Polites - Jimmy - Canary curse, is baby, he can’t fight good and supports Joel and also would ensue shenanigans as soon as they are alone

Winions - Tanukis - a reference to @Mellozheist ‘s Hermitcraft tanuki!Joel design

Athena - Gem - She is an excellent fighter and is very logical when picking fights, she isn’t afraid to finish the job and the dynamic she and Joel had in Wild life felt similar to Ody and Athena’s (imagine Gem scolding Joel for going all bloodlust again after telling him not to red rage all season)

Polyphemus - Xornoth - big and only one eye but same design otherwise. Xornoth is terrifying in Esmp s1 lore. Imagine a giant one-eyed demon using corruption magic and a club to kill you, it’s also fun to point out that Joel didn’t acknowledge Xornoth at all in Esmp s1 and this is referenced in ‘tell me what’s your name?’ ‘My name is nobody’ Also this choice will make a lot of sense when you take into account who I picked for Poseidon

Aeolus - Scar - Now hear me out here, Scar is a prankster. This is a good prank. Aeolus’ whole thing is ‘do my lil task and u win!’ ‘What’s the catch’ ‘hahaha wouldn’t you like to know’ like Scar does that shit all the time. He rides on a cloud because he can’t walk and the cloud changes shape to accommodate him (After the time skip he just suddenly doesn’t have a shirt btw)

Poseidon - Scott - he’s dramatic, he’s queer, he’s petty, he’s been in a rivalry on life series with Joel since Last life, and in a world where both Scott and Xornoth (being brothers in lore) are evil, Scott, being loyal to his associates, would show up to defend him

Circe - Sausage - he ran a sanctuary for magical creatures and these people were attacked so he protected them. Also he owns a strip club so he would seduce people to lure them in before brutally murdering them like a gentleman

Hermes - Oli - based on vibes tbh, but also on that one time when Joel played MCC Ender Cup at Oli’s and when they were losing Oli would hype him up by making up a song on the spot (M C C DO YOU KNOW THE WORDS!?)

Odysseus’ mom - Donkey Jeremy - for the memes, also Joel going to the underworld and finding that his donkey god is dead is brutal when you realize how long he has kept this bit up

Tireseas - Martyn - the lore man himself showing up only to lore drop on the main character and not help at all is such a Martyn move, the voices in the background are listeners dropping even more lore and all of them are giving pretty straight answers compared to Martyn only speaking in double meanings

Siren!Penelope - The Virgin Jeremy - if you don’t know who that is, when Jeremyism was created, Lizzie was brought into the cult religion as ‘the virgin Jeremy’ it looks close enough to Lizzie to be passable from afar but the outfit is all wrong

Odysseus’ ‘daughter’ - that kid Joel had with Jimmy during the Empires x HC crossover - technically his kid, but he gave it away as a Christmas gift so does it really count?

Scylla - Pearl - Scylla is a beast with 6 wolves heads for feet, 5am Pearl from Double Life is remarkably similar to Wolf Joel from 3rd life and Wizard Joel from Last Life, ‘we know that we are the same’ also she is just fucking crazy and deranged and we love her

Antinous - The Secret Keeper - Used as the leader of Watchers in this scenario. Watchers are known to be evil (or at the very least,very morally ambiguous) in lore

Calypso - Iskall fits so well but I don’t like himmmmmm give me better ideas please

Apollo - i dunno tbh, literally no ideas here. I would like ideas thanks.

Hephaestus - Doc - our machine boy, loyal to the bone so ofc he would have a problem with Joel being a traitor but not enough to fight his point because he has things to do

Aphrodite - Skizz - he’s sweet, and loyal, Aphrodite is the goddess of love, but in the musical she focuses on familial love, which Skizz does very well. He’s not on Joel’s side at all because Joel kills Skizz a lot

Ares - False - a good fighter, would love to watch the bloodshed unfold also a fight scene with a Gem and False would look so sick

Hera - Cleo - the 80’s outfit matches Hera’s music, respects a man who doesn’t cheat on his wife, (LOOKING AT YOU ETHO)

Eurymachus - Watcher (partial sight*) - Eurymachus is the one that tries to open arms Odysseus, the partial sight bit will be explained after character list.

Melanthius - Watcher (unseeing**) - Melanthius is the man singing when Telemachus arrives and he is the one making orders and says he will ‘break the kids hands’, unseeeing will be explained after character list.

Watcher lore:

The Secret Keeper is being used as the leader of the watchers, not needing wings to hide the eyes and instead wears a heavy mask with the watcher logo on it.

Watchers usually have two pairs of wings, a small pair where the ears would be cover the watchers eyes, the other pair on their back.

When a Watcher is starting to break away from the normal mentality the face wings begin to pull away from their eyes, Grian his his wings fully unfolded.

*partial sight means the inner half of the eyes are not hidden, meaning the watcher can now see the light/make better decisions

**unseeing means the wings are more tighly folded over the eyes that one is fully under the other like a blindfold, normally watchers can at least see the very smallest difference between being in a dark room and a light one, Unseeing Watchers can not.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft s10 #empires s2 #empires s1 #x life smp #life series #the life series #traffic smp #traffic series #epic the musical #epic au #epic the musical au #smallishbeans #joel smallishbeans #atlasideas

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vicsnook · 4 months ago

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Close To You | Scott Miller x Reader

word count: 2381

warnings: Smut, 18+, unprotected p in v

notes: Hey y’all! It’s been awhile since I last posted that is not to say I haven’t seen y’alls love on my other fics and I want to thank you so so much for that 🫶🏼. Here’s a little something with my current fav, pardon any errors, I wanted to post this asap. Please don’t forget to like and reblog!!

My heart is beating a million miles an hour as I will the doors to the shelter to stay shut. Holding on to Scott like my life depends on it (and it does) as the tornado comes closer and closer. “We’ll be okay,” he shouts over the noise but I’ve never been this close to death and that terrifies me.

The doors shake violently and I screw my eyes shut, praying to anyone to spare our lives. Scott’s grip on me seemingly tightens as the tornado comes over the shelter, and then the silence sets in, it’s over.

Daring to open my eyes I look up at my teammate Scott who not only saved my life but the rest of the team’s by pulling us all into the shelter. His grip on me loosened as his blue eyes met mine and a small smile danced on his lips and for once, I allowed myself to feel.

I watched quietly as he went around and checked on everyone then directed us back out. The debris was way less than expected, still my company SUV did not make it out unscathed which meant I’d be riding with Scott for the foreseeable future.

The warm water of the motel’s shower was a blessing as I washed away the horrible day. My cheeks heated in guilt as I thought of Scott’s grip on me. Shaking my head, I finished off and went to bed but my dreams weren’t any better.

The knock on the door startled me awake and looking at my phone I noticed it was only 2AM. Slowly I make my way to the door, only allowing myself to let out a breath when I see it’s just Scott on the other side.

“Hey, sorry to wake you but the A/C is out in my room and it’s a million degrees. Can I sleep on your floor?” He asks, scratching the back of his neck. His eyes looking into mine waiting for my answer.

I feel my cheeks heat at the thought of sharing a room with him after the dream he woke me from in which he happened to be on top of me. Nevertheless, I step aside, and let him in, hoping he can’t see right through me.

“Um, Scott, you don’t have to sleep on the floor. The bed is big enough for both us and probably another person.” I say, looking at the floor, not wanting him to see how much I want him to say yes.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” I confirm, sliding onto my side and feeling the other side of the bed dip as he slides in after me. Thoughts are already running wild through my head as he places his arms behind his head and I notice the vein in his muscles popping.

“Well, goodnight!” I exclaim, as he catches me staring and he nods in response. Turning the other way I hope he can’t hear my heart race. Somehow soon after, I drift off to sleep.

Waking up the next morning, I’m initially startled as a pair of strong arms is holding me and then last night comes back to mind and it takes everything in me not to bolt up from the bed. Scott’s head is on top of mine and I can feel his muscular chest on my back. His leg is against- and I nearly yelp as I realize that’s not his leg against my ass.

I try to wriggle out from his hold as quietly as I can but fail miserably as he only pulls me closer. All I can hope is he can’t feel how wet I am as his bulge is now seated between my legs. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this has to be a dream.

But I know it’s not and at any moment Scott will wake up and our dynamic will change forever. Slowly, I work up the courage to move again, and this time, his arm moves up and I take the opportunity to get up and practically sprint to the bathroom.

The shower water is not cold enough to wash off the steamy thoughts going through my head as I picture Scott waking up and taking me right then and there. But thankfully I am interrupted by the knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey, thanks for letting me crash. I’m gonna go shower and I’ll see you at the diner.” He says, through the door and I yelp out you’re welcome as I wrap a towel around myself and start to get ready for the day.

I look up from my coffee mug as the bell above the door rings and see it’s not Scott coming in but rather his mortal enemy, Tyler Owens. He catches my eye and flashes me one of his knee weakening smiles as he heads my way and takes a seat on the booth across from me.

“Howdy, sugar. Whatcha doing all alone?” Tyler asks, grabbing my mug and taking a sip of my coffee. He’s lucky we’ve been friends since college or else I’d be kicking him in the shins right now.

“Just waiting on the rest of the team.” I reply, “Make yourself scarce before you upset Scott,” I add quickly, not wanting to make things awkward.

“I doubt I could make him upset. After all he was the one sprinting out of your room with a very visible boner this morning,” He replies, chuckling at my very red face. I am so screwed.

“Mind your business,” I hiss, snatching my mug back and downing the rest of my coffee. Tyler shakes his head at me still laughing but for once takes the hint and gets up, heading to the counter to order and speak of the devil, Scott walks in and I feel the air go out of the room.

His serious demeanor is back as he heads to me and I truly hope things are not awkward. He slides into the booth quietly, not making eye contact and I want the ground to open up and swallow me. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable this morning,” he says, barely above a whisper.

“Nothing happened, we’re fine.” I respond, a little too quickly for him to believe me but he offers nothing else and we eat in silence when the food comes.

The ride with Scott is silent except for when he asks a question about the radar or I give him directions which doesn’t help my thoughts whatsoever. After picking up the last radar, I notice he’s not heading the right direction back to the motel but given his cold attitude I don’t want to question him. That is until we pull into a hotel that is way nicer than the motel and I shoot him a confused look.

“I figured we deserve to stay somewhere with good working A/C. We can go pick up the bags after I get us some rooms.” He offers, getting out of the SUV before I can reply.

I stay put in the SUV since he didn’t signal me to follow like he does most times and I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault we’re here. If only I hadn’t offered him my bed.

He comes back with a scowl on his face and slams his door shut. His hands gripping the steering wheel so hard, I can see the veins popping in his arms. And he looks so hot. Stop it!

He pulls out of the parking lot and starts back in the direction of the motel when I finally break the silence. “Everything okay?”

“Hotel’s booked up for a conference all weekend. Looks like I’m sleeping with no A/C tonight,” He rants, his hand coming to rest on my thigh as he hits the breaks when Tyler’s truck cuts him off. “God I hate that fucking hillbilly!”

“Scott, you can stay in my room. I’ll take the floor. ” I say, aware that his hand is still resting on my thigh.

“What kind of man do you think I am? We’ll just share the bed. I’m sorry,” He says, “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable again.”

“You didn’t,” I counter. Noticing as he pulls his hand off my thigh.

“Yeah right, you basically sprinted to the bathroom this morning.” He spats, putting the SUV in park and I notice we’re in the motel parking lot.

And suddenly I feel cornered. I can’t tell him the truth, he’ll just reject me and things will be even more awkward, I reason as I pull my door open and feel the breeze, immediately calming me down.

“Can we talk about this inside?” I ask, turning around to face Scott who still hasn’t gotten out of the SUV and he nods. My nerves are going insane as I feel him behind me on the stairs and I swear I feel his breath on my neck as I open my room door.

I take as long as possible to take off my boots and set down my stuff before I turn to face Scott who’s still standing by the door. Here goes nothing.

“I’m sorry that I reacted the way I did this morning. I thought it would make things less awkward if I wasn’t there when you woke up and saw what you were doing.” I say, letting out a shaky breath and looking away from Scott’s piercing blue eyes.

“Y/N, since when is cuddling a crime? I thought, well, I thought that’s what you wanted since you asked me to sleep on the bed.” He said, taking off his hat and running a hand through his hair. Continuing when I didn’t offer an answer. “Javi told me you liked me and I just took a chance, I’m sorry if I overstepped your boundaries. I was wrong to assume.”

“You weren’t,” I whisper, looking up at him.

“What?”

“You were right. I do like you. I just didn’t think you felt the same,” I reply, and he shakes his head in disbelief.

“I thought I’d made my feelings obvious this morning.” He replies, walking across the room and lifting my chin up to look at him and I see sincerity in his eyes.

And before I lose the courage, I’m closing the space between us, our lips moving perfectly in sync as we get to explore each other. His hands are traveling up and down my body and I tug on his hair. Please don’t let this be a dream.

He walks us back to the bed, only stopping his kisses to remove his shirt and I take the opportunity to gaze at the man in front of me. But I don’t get to do it for long because his mouth is back on mine and he’s placing me on the bed, carefully climbing on top of me.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks, pulling away and I feel like my heart might explode. “Yes,” I reply breathlessly, reaching for the bottom of my shirt and pulling it off and his mouth is on my neck before my bra reaches the floor.

We slowly strip each other, Scott traces every piece of my bare skin with his hands as the clothes come off and I shake in anticipation. He grunts when I tug at his hair as he kisses my neck.

I run my hands down his abs and it’s way better than any of my fantasies. I palm him through his boxers and he groans in my ear as I slide my hand under the waistband and pull his cock out, and he slides the boxers all the way off.

Slowly I run my hand up and down his length and take pleasure in the way his breath hitches and he closes his eyes. “I need to be inside you, honey” he grunts, stilling my hand and I nod, not trusting my words.

He looks down between us and guides himself to my entrance, slowly pushing in while still giving me time to adjust and I am grateful because he’s way bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with. “Y’okay, sweetheart?” he asks, and I pull his face down, kissing him in response as he bottoms out in me.

The slow pace Scott choses is almost criminal so I still him and immediately he looks at me with worry. “I want to ride you,” I say quietly and his smile lets me know I made the right choice. He tortures me by pulling out slowly but I’m quick to climb on top as soon as he is laying on his back.

His hands rest on my hips as he guides me down his length and I moan in pleasure. I hold on to his muscular shoulders and start to set a pace with him meeting me with rhythmic thrusts in response and it’s not long before I feel myself getting close to falling apart.

The room is filled with our moans and sweet nothings and I can’t help but smile as he pulls me closer to his chest and takes my nipple into his mouth while he pinches the other.

“F-fuck,” I moan and he lets go of my nipple, finding purchase on my neck and I almost lose it as he speeds up his thrusts.

“You feel so good baby,” he groans in my ear and I whine in response as I fall apart and he fucks me through my orgasm. My mind is blank with pleasure and I dig my nails onto his shoulders as I feel his thrusts get sloppier.

And then he comes, and my name has never sounded so beautiful until that moment when he’s uttering it over and over as he kisses everywhere on my face.

The warm water is exquisite as Scott scrubs my sore body slowly, trailing small kisses as he goes and I smile leaning onto him. His hands come to rest around my waist and he kisses my neck and my legs feel like jelly. “Take me to bed or lose me forever, Scotty.” I whisper, turning around to face him and he smiles before turning off the water and reaching for a towel. This is going to be a long long night.

#scott miller twisters #twisters #david corenswet #scott miller

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howlingday · 11 months ago

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In regards to this post.

Studio C also made a volleyball sequel to their Scott Sterling video; link

You know what you must do Howling….

Oobleck: Welcome back to our coverage of another game between Teams RWBY and JNPR.

Port: If you're just joining us, it's been a roller coaster of emotions with both teams tied at two sets a piece, and the victor will be the Champions of Beacon Academy.

Oobleck: JNPR only needing to get the edge by two points with their team captain, Jaune Arc-

Port: Love that man!

Oobleck: Don't we all? -trying desperately to hold their position at the top, otherwise it's all over. Pyrrha Nikos ready to serve what may be the last game of her professional career.

Port: And here! We! Go!

Oobleck: Excellent serve!

Port: RWBY setting up the spike and-

Jaune: (Pounded in the forehead)

Oobleck/Port: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Port: Deflected!

Oobleck: Right into Jaune Arc's face!

Port: And JNPR ties it with Team RWBY! Unbelievable!

Oobleck: Fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen; Jaune Arc's face has entered the game!

Port: Just look at this instant replay! The angle at which Arc deflects the ball is nothing short of perfection!

Oobleck: Like watching a master painter masterfully painting his masterpiece... with his face!

Port: JNPR now on the prowl to take the lead with Nikos serving again! Team RWBY setting up a devastating return to the lead, and here it comes-

Jaune: (Nostrils pounded in, Slumps)

Oobleck/Port: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Port: Arc makes a tremendous save!

Oobleck: But it's not over yet as Team RWBY set up again for another spike, not wasting any opportunity to-

Jaune: (On his knees, Face pounded)

Oobleck: MOTHER OF PEARL!

Port: ARC SCORES!

Oobleck: Welcome to the heavyweight bout between Arc's face versus everything else!

Port: He looks like he could be pray on his knees!

Oobleck: The peaceful visage of TBI!

Port: We are ALL witnesses!

Oobleck: TESTIFY~!

Port: LET US ALL FEAST ON THE SWEET NECTAR! Of instant replay!

Oobleck: Just a perfect defense; the pinnacle of the word sacrifice.

Port: The ball flies right past the blocker, into Arc's awaiting face, back over the net, and then back into Arc's face like an obese homing Nevermore!

Jaune: (Stumbling about, Blind)

Nora: (Turns him to the net)

Oobleck: That man will leave here today, knowing he gave up everything he could! ...if he leaves at all .The crowd is on their feet, cheering for their hero, Jaune Arc!

Port: Much like the days of my youth when I held the entire Kingdom of Atlas on my back, so too does Jaune Arc carry the weight of his opponents upon his face!

Oobleck: JNPR has come back from the brink to put this one into the history books!

Port: It's one point for JNPR, can RWBY push past the Arc's defense to-

Jaune: (Knocked prone by Yang)

Port: Arc blocks it!

Oobleck: DID YOU SEE THAT?!

Port: Team RWBY deliver another spike to The Man!

Jaune: (Hit again by Blake)

Oobleck: The myth!

Jaune: (And again by Weiss)

Oobleck/Port: THE LEGEND!

Jaune: (...)

Nora: (Grabs Jaune's legs)

Pyrrha: (Grabs Jaune's arm)

Ren: (Grabs Jaune's other arm)

Port: His teammates haul him to his feet!

Oobleck/Port: NO!

Port: They raise him to his everywhere!

Jaune: (Jaune, I know that you're still... recovering, but please. The team needs you. I need you. So please, just this once... Just one more time, the world needs Jaune Arc on the court. Besides, this is a totally different game than what we were playing before. I doubt you'll have to worry about being hit in the face, especially since you've got a whole team around you to provide backup. Now come on, there world's waiting for you...)

Oobleck: HE'SDONEIT! ICAN'TBELIEVEIT! JAUNEARC! He's been taken through the air like a defensive angel!

Ozpin: (Fuming, Tosses over chair)

Port: An angel with the face of a devil!

Oobleck: Let's get an instant replay!

Oobleck: One is the loneliest number!

Port: Two tickets to paradise!

Oobleck: Three times a lady!

Oobleck/Port: FOOOOOOOOOR-

Ruby: (Slow-mo punching the ball into Jaune's face)

Oobleck/Port: -EEEEEVEEEEEEEER YOOOOOOOOOOOOOUNG!

Port: The crowd charges the court, and the people are weeping!

Oobleck: The tears of joy~!

Port: The Schnees are Schneeting!

Oobleck: Pound sign Jaune Arc~!

Port: The hospitals are preparing to receive the man himself!

Oobleck: The fifth relic himself!

Port: The great! Wall! of Jaune Arc!

Oobleck: I tell you, when the Brothers comes back, I want to be in a bunker made of Jaune Arc's face!

Port: Until next time...

Oobleck/Port: GOOD NIGHT, EVERYONE!

#rwby #studio c #peter port #bartholomew oobleck #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #ozpin #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long

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simplyholl · 2 years ago

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Out of My System Pt 4

Summary: Loki doesn’t understand Thor’s attraction to Midgardians. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Eventual Smut

W/C: 1.1K

A/N: I was trying to come up with something that the Avengers would use to determine who was the best Avenger. I thought it would be so funny if they did the most stupid competitions. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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When Loki and Thor got back from Asgard, the long awaited day finally arrived. The Avengers’ Field Day. It was a bunch of stupid competitions the guys did every year to determine who was “The Best Avenger.” The winner got bragging rights and the rest of the team didn’t hear the end of it until the following year.

The girls never participated. You just liked the show. Plus, you all didn’t need a stupid competition to tell you that you all were the best. You, Nat, and Wanda laid out blankets on the grass, setting up your spot in a shady area of the yard.

Some of the guys were already waiting outside. The stragglers were starting to come out now. It was Scott’s first time competing. He was excited, so hopeful he would win. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that either Steve or Thor had won every year since it began.

“Why did we start doing this anyway?” he asked your group. “To see whose dick is the biggest!” Nat answered him. You and Wanda bursted out in a fit of giggles. Loki was walking by and had heard the conversation. “I assure you , I would win if that was the competition.” He smiled looking pleased with himself. He winked and you swore it was directed at you.

The first competition was about to begin. It was the potato sack race. Each contestant put their legs in the burlap sacks. You wondered where Tony found such large ones. They reached their waists. Each Avenger took their spot at the starting line, holding their bag on each side.

Tony was the first to fall. He cursed when the others jumped ahead of him. Thor was the next one down. He claimed he was too big to fit in such a small bag. Clint, Sam, and Bucky were taking their time. Steve would go fast, then slow down. Scott and Loki were in the lead.

You and the girls were on your feet watching them go side by side. Nat and Wanda started chanting “Scott”. You didn’t want Loki to feel left out, so you started loudly cheering for him. Loki was so close to winning the first competition, but he was caught off guard when he heard your sweet voice cheering him on. He fell right before the finish line allowing Scott to win.

Next was the egg toss. They would get a partner, toss the egg between them getting further apart until the team without a broken egg was left standing. Sam argued that it wasn’t fair for certain people to be paired together because they would be so in sync that it would be an easy win.

Tony agreed, splitting up Thor and Loki and Steve and Bucky. Loki and Bucky quickly found their groove, passing the egg between them with ease. Sam and Tony were the first out with Thor and Steve following behind them.

Loki and Bucky were next when Sam started shouting at Bucky trying to mess him up. It wasn’t working at first, but then he missed the egg when Loki tossed it. Clint and Scott were the winning team.

A point was rewarded to both of them. You and the girls decided it wasn’t fair. Clint’s aim was flawless. He could put it in Scott’s hand every time. But he did have Scott for a partner so it balanced out.

The guys took a quick water break before the next competition, the tug of war. They were divided into teams of four. Loki, Steve, Sam, and Clint on one. Bucky, Thor, Tony, and Scott on the other. A mud puddle was on the ground marking the center. Each team would pull on the rope with a red flag in the middle.

The team to pull the flag to their side would win. Steve declared that Bucky was not allowed to use his metal arm because it would be an advantage. Once the rules were established, it started. Steve and Thor were standing in front of their teams. Steve was shouting orders to his team. Thor remained silent. His team worked together perfectly.

Steve barked out an order to pull harder and Loki let go of the rope, stepping aside. His team was sent toppling on top of each other into the mud. You were laughing, snorting, and trying not to spit out your drink. Loki’s team started shouting at Loki who threw his hands up, simply stating “I don’t like to be told what to do.”

One point was rewarded to each member of the other team. Next was a tree climbing competition. Each Avenger took his spot at the base of a large tree trunk. You watched as Scott couldn’t get a grasp on his tree. Sam had a hand on a branch but seemed unsure where to go after that. Thor and Loki were leading the pack, both of them close to the top of their trees.

You rose to your feet cheering Loki on. When he made it to the top, you screamed running toward him. He jumped down, landing with a thud. When you reached him, he placed a large hand on your chin lifting your face to him. He leans in, and you held your breath thinking he might kiss you.

But you were interrupted when Thor slapped Loki on the back causing him to pull away. “Well done, Loki! I knew one of us would receive the point.” He looks at you when he says, “We have been climbing trees for sport for a thousand years.”

Loki gave Thor a look that would kill him on the spot if it could. You turned your back to them walking back to the shade. You bring your hand to your lips wondering if you imagined the whole thing. You always thought Loki would be smoother than that. You had imagined what a first kiss with him would be like.

He would pull you into a dark corner after a party, pressing your back against the wall. He would capture your lips with his and kiss you in a way that would make you feel like you’d never been kissed before.

Loki ran his hand through his hair tying it back into a bun. What was he thinking? He came to the conclusion that he clearly wasn’t. He hadn’t meant to almost kiss you. But when he heard you cheering for him again, saw you running to him when he won, he couldn’t help it.

It was like instinct. He couldn’t stop himself. Thank the Norns for his brother. There’s a sentiment he hadn’t thought often. But what would he have done if he wasn’t interrupted? He was so distracted the rest of the competition was a blur. Scott ended up winning out of pure dumb luck.

Part Five

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pearlescentmoonfamilybracket · 6 months ago

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COME ONE COME ALL TO THE PFMB

I've seen a lot of ship brackets, but none like this, so Imma do it myself!

Welcome to the PearlescentMoon Family Member Bracket!! Where you can submit your favorite family headcanons for any variation of c!Pearl <3

It can be from any smp, found family, bio family, adopted family, crossovers if you want!! And then vote for your favorites and submit propaganda! So fun ^^

This blog is run by @justalilpearlie and because of that I'm putting oneeee major rule for submissions: don't submit Scott Smajor in any way shape or form /vsrs (it makes me uncomfortable so pls just dont!)

Other than that, feel free to submit anyone and clarify as many headcanons as you want! You can give them an original name such as seablings if you want but pleaseee do tell me who its supposed to be cause I might not know who you're talking about!

You can submit your suggestions here

Pls dont harass anyone with takes different to yours please<3

And do keep in mind that there might be contestants here who usually get shipped with Pearl, but pls dont bring that up, this is NOT a ship bracket.

Once the submission phase is over feel free to @ me in any propaganda post and I'll reblog it with #PFMB propaganda

MAY THE BEST PEARLIE FAMILY MEMBER WIN!!!

#PFMB #PearlescentMoon Family Member Bracket #pearlescentmoon #mcyt #mcyt polls #life series #trafficblr #empires smp #empiresblr

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enderwoah · 10 months ago

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WRITING COMMISSIONS!!

It’s been a long time coming and rather heavily requested, so I finally (finally!) took the time to open up a Kofi and throw my hat into the ring of writing commissions.

If you don’t know me, hi! I’m Ender. I’m a fanfiction (mostly oneshots) writer for the MCYT community, primarily focused on content regarding the Life Series/Hermitcraft/Empires members. Some of my best works (as deemed by readers) include:

this limited life bad boys oneshot (hurt/comfort, jimmy + grian-centric, 4.2k)

this DSMP crimeboys oneshot (hurt/comfort, tommy-centric, 3k)

this empires s2/hermitcraft s9 ranchers oneshot (hurt/comfort, jimmy + tango-centric, 17k)

this fae AU mumbo-centric fic (mumbo-centric, 25k, 4 chapters, incomplete but now updating again)

…along with my longest and most popular fic, to write is human (c!tommy goes to hermitcraft, tommy + grian-centric, 125.5k, 22 chapters, incomplete).

If any of that stuff interests you, maybe check out my commissions! As I am an MCYT blog, all commissions will be MCYT for the foreseeable future. :D

SERVERS I WILL WRITE FOR:

Life Series (3rd Life, Last Life, Double Life, Limited Life, Secret Life, Real Life)

Jimmy and Grian focused works are my strong suit, but I can do just about anything when it comes to AUs.

Hermitcraft (Seasons 8, 9, 10)

Grian focused works are my strong suit, along with s10!Joel.

Dream SMP

Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, c!Wilbur, Techno, and Philza focused works are my strong suit.

QSMP (events/characters up until the end of the first Purgatory event)

Outsiders SMP (c!Owen focused)

Empires SMP S1 (e!Scott focused)

Empires SMP S2 (e!Scott, e!Jimmy, e!Pix, e!Shubble focused)

This list is subject to updates! New servers come out all the time, and some might fall out of favour. I'm also willing to write about any characters not listed, just ask!!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

Platonic relationships

Familial relationships

Canon divergence (“This person dies instead of this person,” “this event doesn’t happen,” etc)

AUs (modern, college, coffee shop, mermaids, fantasy, etc)

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Angst

Whump

Horror (I’ll try my best o7)

WHAT I WON’T WRITE:

NSFW ANYTHING

Detailed gore

Torture

Romance (sorry, not yet)

Anything that I deem uncomfortable in the moment!! I reserve the right to refuse a commission if I so please.

PRICES:

1k Words or Less - $10

1k - 2k Words - $20

2k - 3k Words - $25

3k - 4k Words - $30

4k - 5k Words - $35

I’m capping it out at 5k for my own sake. It might increase once I have more consistent writing habits, but, for now, that is the absolute limit. If I end up going over the words you commissioned, I will not charge more (because that would be unfair). I’m also only having five slots open at a time so I can actually complete things in a timely fashion.

Payments must be made directly through Kofi! When requesting, please give as specific of a description as you need for the fic. If you just want something set in an AU or something general (“ranchers domestic fluff,” “monoduo bonding,” “Bolas Rojas fantasy AU,” etc), that’s perfectly fine, but expect it to take longer since I’ve got to come up with the idea from scratch!

Given that I am in college, it may take a while for your commission to be completed. If a month has passed and your commission isn’t at least 2/3rds of the way done, you’ll receive a full refund.

And here's the link (again)! Thank you for supporting me! :D

#going for it!!#writing commissions #hermitcraft #life series #mcyt #dream smp #trafficblr #qsmp #outsiders smp #empires smp #whoo thats a lot #writeblr

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fuhlensworld · 1 year ago

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🎀Riding Scott bartletts thigh🎀

Au: YALL I lowkey love this idea so imma bring it to life for y’all I hope you enjoyyyy read the tw pls!!

Tw:thigh riding,afab!reader,use of y/n,cursing,smut,fluff at the end.

You had been dating your boyfriend scott Bartlett for about a month and the two of you haven’t had sex yet not even a blowjob,the most you two would do would make out,you weren’t bothered by that you just wanted-no you craved a little more.You had always been a “good girl” so this was a little out of character of you but you didn’t care.So you waited till after school and you payed your boyfriend a little visit, you knocked twice on his front door,and then the door swung open.

“oh hey y/n you look pretty today” Scott says as he leans against the frame of his door,blushing from just the sight of you.

“Hey Scotty,can I come in? I wanna talk to you” you said,ignoring his sweet comment with a slight smirk on your face

“Yeah cmon in”he said he’s tiring for you to come in the house,you both stride up his steps towards his bedroom and when you get in you lock the door without him noticing.Scott turn son his heels to face you and he hugs you and plants a soft kiss on your lips then to your dismay pulls away, “i missed you” he said quietly as he looked into your eyes. “I missed you too Scotty”you said while smiling “so uhm I wanted to talk to you…about something” you said getting slightly embarrassed as your confidence depletes, “well I’m listening” Scott says as he walks over to his bed and sits down,motioning for you to come sit next to him, you sit down and take a deep breath before you start, “so I know we’ve only been dating for a month and we don’t ever talk about…sex or anything …” Scott gets tense as he listens, he always got nervous at the topic of sex, he was a virgin and so were you so it was a forbidden topic between you two,until now.

“So I was thinking…instead of going straight into you know…doing it I thought maybe we could start with something uh easier I suppose” you say slowly meeting his gaze, your cheeks flushed from the conversation.

“W…well what we’re you uh thinking?” Scott says obviously embarrassed, you noticed his aching boner growing throughout your conversation, seeing that made the ache between your legs more unbearable by the second so you decided to get straight to the point.

“Could i uh, ride your thigh…?” You said turning your face away to hide your utter embarrassment,feeling regret pool along with arousal deep in your stomach.

“You…want to ride my thigh?” Scott says shyly but with a bit more confidence.

“Yeah here lemme just show you I guess” you say as you climb into your flustered boyfriends lap, straddling one of his thighs, you reach down under your skirt and shift your pink panties to the side and lower yourself into Scott’s thigh, a whimper of pleasure seeps through your lips.

“F-fuck Scott kiss me please” you begged him as he watched,eyes wide as you pleasures himself on his thigh

“Of course baby” he says as he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss,you moan into his mouth and you freeze feeling his tongue glide into your mouth tasting your mouth,

“Is this okay?” Scott asks as he pulls away and looks into your eyes

“It’s more than oka-fuck oh my god” you gasp when you feel Scott’s hands on your hips,moving you back and forth on his thigh,sending sweet shocks against your clit, causing you to throw your head back moaning out Scott’s name,

“Fuck you look so pretty rubbing your pussy on my thigh, does it feel good baby?” He asks you as he brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.”f-fuck y-yeah m’feels s’good Scotty” after a few more seconds of praise from Scott you felt your climax nearing, you grip onto Scott’s shoulder and let out a whimper, “fuck I’m gonna c-cu-fuck!” You let out a cry as you reached your peak and came all over Scott’s thigh.he slowly brung your grinding to a stop to ride you through your orgasm,”you did so good baby” Scott says as he layed you down on his bed, planting a kiss to your forhead. “I’ll come lay down with you in a minute let me just go to the bathroom to take care of my uh problem” he says eyes trailing down to the bulge in his jeans, you chuckle as he exits the room.He comes back a while later and squeezes into the bed next to you, “you did so good today baby” he says as he holds you close to his chest watching as you asleep in his arms.

Au: AHHH SORRH IF THIS SUCKED LMAO OLS LMK IF YOU WANT ME TK WRITE FOR ANITHER PROMPT OR CHARACTER SORRY THIS ISNT PROOFREAD!!!

#rory culkin #scott bartlett #thigh riding #lymelife #fluff #this suuuucks

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tubbytarchia · 11 months ago

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fucking FINALLY a person who acknowledges how toxic Scott can be!!!

god this is going to be controversial but i feel like all this fandom gives a shit about is watcher bullshit and random lore coincidences but what I care about is character analyses. but then when people do character analyses it's so surface level like urghhhh. it's okay because obviously you dont have to be as insane about life series lore as me you can just enjoy it as a fun minecraft series but still man. im still on my "c!joel has a cluster b personality disorder" shit but it will go unheard

AHSDJSDH I'm glad if people feel comfortable coming into my inbox with takes like this lol. Please speak your heart, I'm totally here for it

I don't ever want people to feel ashamed or discouraged for how they view the series, if they like a ship a certain way or they like to write about the watchers, who am I to take that way from them, go wild!! But as far as my personal opinion goes, yeah, I agree lol. To me watchers become vastly less interesting as soon as they stop being peculiar concepts and are turned more into identifiable beings with intricate backstories and motives, if not the Lifers themselves etc. Some people will write pages of watcher lore but as soon as anything "problematic" is assigned to a Lifer, it's suddenly "thinking too deep into it". But of course that's not everyone and I just don't indulge in watcher lore much, I don't want to intrude or ever force any way of thinking about the series. Just as long as people remain open-minded and don't take someone's remotely negative thoughts as cut-and-dry "hate" and then defend their own as if it's a matter of aimed personal offense. People who do just enjoy the series as a bunch of CCs just having fun and such shouldn't feel the need to defend that when no one's even going after them for that

Edit: As pointed out by wildcatcargo in the comments, because I failed to acknowledge this - using watchers also to explain away characters' disagreeable actions rather than finding reason within the character themselves, because if their wrongs are assigned to an otherworldly entity, it holds less gravity and detaches them from their faults

ANYWAY yes character analyses all the way. I don't think I'm very good at them but... I do like them above all else. And in kind, I don't want people like you to feel discouraged to speak your mind because of some of the fandom's tendency to disregard it

If I may, I think you should go indulge with @mcybree's blog who has fantastic analyses regarding Scott specifically

#blabber

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voidfxndoms · 11 months ago

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Something Blue (Part 1) // Sterek

Derek is getting married and Stiles, as his best man, decides to bring in an old bridal tradition.

Warnings: swearing, a lot of built-up feelings that don't come out in the best of ways.

W/C: 2,487 (total)

A/N: I had to split it into two parts because I was over the tumble world limit apparently??? I didn't even know tumblr HAD a word limit lmao. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy this first part :)

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"Okay, Scott? How much time do we have?" Stiles asked, nervously pacing around the room. "Thirty minutes." "Oh my god, we're never gonna make it. Where is he? Where is Derek?" "He's going to be here, don't worry. We got plenty of time." Scott tried calming his best friend down. "It's his wedding, for God's sake! How can someone be late for their own wedding!" Stiles exclaimed, anxiety reeking off of him and invading the room. "Malia just texted me, Braeden is almost ready. I'm gonna go check on the catering and guests, maybe someone knows where he is. You need to calm down Stiles, we're gonna be fine." "I need to tell him, Scott.", Stiles said, eyes sad and shoulders slumped. "And you will. I got you." Scott smiled, putting both hands on his friends's shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. "I swear to God if Derek doesn't bring his werewolf ass in here right now-" "Threatening me on my wedding day? I really should have asked Scott to be my best man.". A tall, bulky figure walked into the room, pearly whites flashing as the words left his mouth. "You piece of shit!" Stiles said before taking big strides towards the groom and adjusting his tie. "Relax Stiles, everything is going according to plan. Scott, did Stiles not take his Adderall today?" Derek joked, looking over at the young alpha. Stiles huffed, then stumbled towards his backpack. Ignoring the two wolves making fun of him, he took out some things from his bag and placed them on the room's glass coffee table. "Okay. You, big bad wolf, c'mere." Derek, cocking a brow, approached the small table in the middle of the room. He observed the objects in front of him as he sat on the small sofa. "Stiles? What is this? I refuse to do any sort of voodoo ritual." Scott, standing behind Derek, looked at his best friend with a puzzled expression on his face. "I thought this was only for brides." "Well," Stiles said, "this is no ordinary wedding, so I don't see why only ordinary traditions should apply."

"Can somebody please explain to me what the hell I'm looking at, and what is this supposed to be?" Derek asked, half amused, and half annoyed. "Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.", Stiles announced proudly as Scott rolled his eyes. Derek furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh my God," Stiles's jaw dropped. "You seriously don't know what I'm talking about?" "I have no idea what this is." the werewolf replied, confusion still plastered on his face. Before Stiles could say anything even remotely sarcastic, Scott said: "Guys, we've got twenty minutes. Stiles, make it fast." "Alright alright." the amber-eyed replied. He took a deep breath, unsuccessfully trying to calm his nerves. "As your best man,-" he started. "The worst decision of my life by the way, don't know what I was thinking." Derek interrupted him, chuckling. Stiles glared at him. "I was saying…" he continued, stressing the final word while shooting one last annoyed look at the giggly man opposite to him. "As your best man, it is my duty to make sure you enter this new chapter of your life in the best way possible, carrying bits and pieces of your life before that horrible mistake when you decided to marry Terminator's daughter." "You know her name is Braeden. And, come on, be nice to her -- she saved all of our lives. I still don't understand why you hate her so much." "It's not her that I hate…" Stiles mumbled. For a split second, Derek saw a glint in his best man's eyes. It was pure sadness, but it lasted for so little he questioned whether he'd imagined it. "Anyway, I took the liberty of borrowing a bridal tradition. In front of you you have three objects," Stiles said, before picking up the first one. "Wait, weren't they supposed to be four?" Derek questioned. "We'll get to that in a minute. Now, the first one; something old." "The triskelion?" "Yeah. This part is about having a relic, something that will always remind you about your roots. The sentimental value this thing holds is insane." Derek raised an eyebrow. "Think about it. Your mom used it to help you and your sisters learn how to control your powers. It's been in your family for years, Kate tried to steal it… you even have it tattoed on your back!" Stiles explained. "I also used it with Liam." Derek pointed out. "Yeah, but that was a total disaster." Derek looked at him, lips tight in a thin line, the eyebrow still cocked. "What? It's not my fault your whole "We can all rise and fall to another" speech didn't work." "Alright, alright. Stiles? Move on." Scott intervened, time slowly running out. He nodded, giving Derek the triskelion, who put it in the inner pocket of his tuxedo. "Object number two, something new.", Stiles said. Derek held it for a few moments, before shooting his head up and asking: "What the hell am I supposed to do with a roll of duct tape?", annoyance oozing from his voice. "Trust the process. The "something new" is an object that will help you in your new life."

Skeptic, Derek let his best man keep talking. "And now something borrowed. Courtesy of Jackson." "I don't need a bow tie, I'm already wearing a tie." "See," Stiles said, making his way to the groom, "This sentence is exactly why you need the bow tie." Kneeling before him, he undid Derek's tie and started tying the navy blue satin bow tie Jackson had lent for the occasion. Derek hardly ever wore suits, and even more rarely tuxedoes. He liked casual and comfy clothes and had no interest in the world of elegance. However, when the engagement had been announced and his closet opened, the only suit Stiles had been able to find was dusty, crumpled, and sprinkled with holes made by some very hungry moths. So he had forced the alpha to the best suit shop in Beacon Hills, where Derek had gotten a tailor-made navy blue tuxedo with black satin flaps that had been hunting Stiles in his dreams ever since the first time he had seen it on the werewolf. But Derek had drawn the line at that, refusing to spend one more dollar on his appearance, claiming that he wasn't getting married to the crowd but to Braeden. "She loves me for me. I don't give a shit about what the guests are gonna think." "You really thought I was going to let you stand there, butchering all degrees of style?" Stiles asked cockily, straightening the perfect bow he had tied. "Oh come on, you're being dramatic." Derek rolled his eyes. Stiles scoffed. "First of all, you were wearing a TIE. With a TUXEDO. Ties are worn with suits, bow ties are for tuxedoes." Derek's eyes widened slightly, surprised at the reaction. "Okay fashion police, my bad." "And let's not even mention the state of the tie you were wearing… Terrible!" "Okay- Stiles? It's okay. We get it. Move on.", Scott said, worry in his eyes. "No you don't!" Stiles almost shouted, suddenly misty-eyed.

To be continued...

#derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #sterek #angst #bestman #wedding #braeden #scott mccall #teen wolf fanfiction #writeblr #writers on tumblr #masterlist

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ender1821 · 1 year ago

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assorted ramblings and details about my latest shiny duo fic (a post-Double Life hurt/comfort one shot which you can read here!), because I actually had a lot of fun writing it

1. *shakes violently* tHE COLOURS. THE FREAKIN’ COLOURS.

A purple hyacinth means sorrow and a desire for forgiveness, regret over how something went down. It’s in the crater Scott leaves, kind of a small acknowledgment to how in the canon ending Pearl ‘forgives’ Scott after dying, the purple hyacinth can be interpreted as both Scott or Pearl’s regrets.

I kept on describing things in reds and blues (because apparently I only know how to describe things this way/j), especially when Gem goes up the tower and finds Pearl. Blue is an ode to how things were before, the good old days, as Gem sees it, because Pearl has always been some variation of blue in her eyes, her dark blue hoodie, her blue eyes, etc. But the way she sees blue now is tainted by frostbite and scattered diamond armour and Scott, blue is tainted and can never be looked at the same way again after the game, because Pearl has been changed drastically as a result of it.

Red is what Pearl is now, red is the blood both her and her enemies draw from each other, red is the burns left from explosions, red is in her eyes now, it’s all red, red, red and deep down, a part of Gem hates it, she can’t bear having to see Pearl so utterly ruined and covered by a colour so different, she doesn’t like this change one bit, but now blue isn’t any better either.

So exactly a purple hyacinth having the meaning for regret, sorrow and desire for forgiveness can also be seen as a culmination of the two colours no longer clashing against each other, a conflict in both Pearl and Gem’s head, as red mixes with blue to become purple, it’s not much better, but it’s a start.

Then there is green, because green is the life that finds its way back to the ruins and imbues it with its moss and vines and nature, green is the forest that remains in your solitude, green is Gem. At the end, the greenery they find remaining is a welcome sight, a fresh escape. Gem is all of that for Pearl. (Also, pretty sure I only used “rooted to the ground” to describe 1) Gem and Pearl during the hug 2) the forest they come across, so that’s a lil parallel for you too)

In a way, Gem giving Pearl the hoodie is her futile attempt at trying to make things feel like how they were before, but it’s said that it only feels more wrong to cover all that red with a blue that doesn’t match, it’s only when they find a purple hyacinth that Gem can let go of her own regrets and yearning for this to have never happened, it did, it changed Pearl irreparably, but one day it will fade away together, the red and blue don’t have to stay clashing.

2. listen to Graceland Too by Phoebe Bridgers. please./j

The title of the fic comes from Graceland Too, which is a song that I think fits perfectly for post-DL hurt/comfort! The song itself centres around caring for someone who hates themselves and how hard that can be, which, in my opinion: *shiny duo post-DL intensifies*

The person the title refers to is Pearl, who is now ‘no longer a danger to herself or others’, because there is nobody else left. Even Scott is gone. During Double Life, Pearl has been labelled a warning, an omen, she is danger in the eyes of the other players, and eventually she actually becomes it. In the process of harming others, be it with the swing of an axe or the touch of powdered snow, she harms herself as well. She is a danger to others, as well as a danger to herself.

(Thank you Phoebe Bridgers for giving me so much shiny duo brainrot material, you have no idea how many of her songs are in my shiny duo/c!Pearl playlist lmao)

3. What’s the exact difference from canon?

So like, I don’t know from which pov and episode I heard this from, but I remember them addressing how the winner would be decided for Double Life, and it’s been claimed that the winner would be whoever’s death message shows up last in chat, which means it was expected of the winner to not be a pair of soulmates, but one singular player, as it has always been.

Grian wanted to win with Scar during Third Life, he even tells Scar that no matter what happens he considered it a double victory before their final cactus ring fist fight, but in the end, the victor will always be alone. He kills Scar and that’s it, Scar doesn’t win, nobody considers Scar a winner, the only winner of third life is Grian.

The final four of last life decided amongst themselves that they would end it with a battle royale, no alliances, just a final battle between them, but there always was some feelings of attachment left over for both Scott + Pearl and Ren + Martyn, Scott was obviously hunting Ren down in the finale so that he would win, but another reason, as he shouted out while chasing him, was because Ren had killed Pearl, and he wanted revenge, so it’s kind of safe to say that if it had been only Scott and Pearl left at the end, they would’ve wanted to claim that they won together too.

It’s from the previous games that it’s been decided that there will always be only one winner, even if the final players were close friends, it always ends with a single player, so no matter what the whole core of double life stood for, the ending would’ve still ended up similar to what actually happened, if not worse.

(Imagine that it wasn’t Pearl + Scott or Cleo + Martyn who were the final pair, it was a pair who genuinely liked their soulmate and have come with their partner to the end, only to be hit with the realisation that it will never end until one of them dies, would they sacrifice themselves? Backstab their partner? Or would it have ended with the same cactus ring duel that ended the first game, with two friends beating each other to death unwillingly for the status of being a victor, but this time, every land they hit, they also get back, and the act of it is the same as sending themselves to their grave, but they won’t even get the time to realise that until it’s done?)

Anyway, I feel like to really hammer in the fact that there can only be one winner, the Watchers would’ve severed the soulbond between the last pair, so that they would have greater incentive to kill the other. That’s what happens in this version of events, but it’s not exactly what the Watchers expected. They were waiting for a pair of friends coming to terms of having to kill each other, they wanted to feed off all the negative emotions that would arise from that, yet the final pair is Pearl and Scott.

By the time they were the only two left, the string between them has been cut. That doesn’t matter, though. Not when Scott blows himself up in front of Pearl before she could even have time to process it. There is something to be said, about how Scott lights two pieces of TNT, and as one kills him, it propels the other towards the exact spot Pearl is standing in. They’re still soulmates, through and through.

In this version of events, Pearl doesn’t die from the soulmate bond or the TNT that flies her way, because she shields herself from the blast while wearing armour. That’s fine for the Watchers though, the feelings of loneliness and anger that festers in Their victor is delicious.

…that is, until Gem forces her way into the world and ruins Their feast.

(The exact way Gem, and in extension Pearl, hops through worlds is still a headcanon I’m hoping to polish off with a fic, but it does revolve around concepts I’ve come up with alongside my friend @spark-of-teal, for a taste of that I really recommend reading this, because I still think it’s really cool :D)

Those are the big ones I’ve had on my mind for a while, but of course I couldn’t put every little detail I have for the fic here, so those are for you to discover :)

#ender writes #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #mcyt #trafficblr #hermitblr #double life smp #mcyt fanfiction #shiny duo #shinyduo #listen. I needed to get all of this out of my head. I thought they were pretty cool when I was writing it

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1, 3, 12, 18, 26, 30, 37 and 44 for movies/film ask bait. (i would like to know all the answers, but) also, can you name your most favorite character, if there is one? or give me three, so it's not so hard c:

thank you so much for the ask ❤️❤️ answered questions 1 and 3 here!

12. subtitles or no subtitles?

well, english is not my first language but still i dropped dubbed movies a long time ago. slowly switched from watching them in the original english with spanish subtitles, to watching them in english with english subtitles. nowadays I can watch a movie with no subs but I prefer to use them anyways! im used to it at this point and it's not a problem for me

18. favorite actor

i have a bunch! i really like river phoenix both as an actor and a person as I mentioned in the last ask. also kieran culkin, winona ryder, and andrew scott. i honestly don't stan actors anymore but i think they're neat!

26. which movie made you think the most about life?

probably every coming of age film I've ever watched. but specifically, “the long day closes” (1992) by terence davies. it's one of my favorite movies and it follows a lonely, quiet and queer working class boy & his relationship with cinema. it resonated tremendously with me and is the main reason why terence davies is my favorite director. i remember after I finished it i just sat there in my room for a good 30 minutes thinking about what I'd just seen and how it impacted me. it's genuinely incredible, I can't recommend it enough (it's not for the weak though – it's quite heartbreaking).

30. are you looking forward to any upcoming releases?

i think it's released already on the US but not on my country so. “a real pain” (2024) by jesse eisenberg starring him and kieran culkin would be my choice. i've been looking forward to this for almost two years and I can't see it in theaters until january! but im always late on new releases so im not really excited for anything else tbh

37. do you ever watch documentaries?

not as much as I should is the truth. i used to watch animal docs all the time when i was a kid too so idk why i stopped. anyway i really need to get into more documentaries so if anyone has any recommendations, please send them my way!

44. do you like to watch the same movie more than once?

yes! I like rewatches a lot but I tend to limit myself to no more than one rewatch per year for each film because otherwise im gonna ruin the experience for myself. it's like when you listen to a song too much and you start hating it – i still love rewatching movies but not that much

ohhhh regarding favorite characters, that's very hard! to say a few, mikey waters from my own private idaho (1991), frank from little miss sunshine (2006), the sisters from ginger snaps (2000), and every single character from a wes anderson movie!

#ask #film

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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

☽︎𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄☾︎

Ch.07 - Ch.09

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.3k

"Where are we going?" Scott asks Stiles as the brunette leads him somewhere.

"You'll see." He responded.

"'Cause we really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school."

"Well, your mom isn't the Sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me."

"Is Y/n not coming with us?"

"No. I didn't want to bother her. So it's just a guy's night."

"Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here?"

"Yes. When your best friend gets dumped-"

"I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break."

"All right, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break..." He stops and turns to Scott. "You get your best friend drunk." He holds up a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Pretty soon the bottle clinks on the stone as Stiles sets it down, now half empty. He falls back with a sigh and looks up at the sky. Scott sits on the rock Stiles' head is propped on. "Dude, you know, she's just one... One girl." Stiles' speech is slightly slurred. "You know, outta so many, there's so many other girls in the sea."

"Fish in the sea." Scott corrects. He's as sober as ever, like he hadn't drunk any booze.

"Fish? Why're you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with strawberry... No. I love ones with h/c hair, e/c eyes, yay tall..." He held his hand in the air in a loose approximation of someone's height.

"Like Y/n?"

"Huh? Why would... Actually yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about... About... What was I talking about?" He giggles. "Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink." He groans a bit as he sits up to grab the bottle.

"I don't want any more."

He falls back again. "You're not drunk?"

"I'm not anything."

"Hey, maybe it's like... Maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know? Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf. Am I drunk?"

"You're wasted. Y/n would probably be scolding you by now."

"Yeah!" He holds his fist up for a bump, but Scott doesn't do it. "Aw, come on, dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know." He laughs. "But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse." Scott furrows his brows at Stiles. "That didn't make any sense." He chuckles. "I need a drink." He sits up for a drink when another hand snatches it up.

"Well, look at the two little bitches getting their drink on." The dark skinned man says, his friend smirking at the teens.

"Give it back." Scott demands.

"What's that little man?"

"I think he wants a drink." The friend says.

"I want the bottle."

"Scott, maybe we should just go." Stiles says a little nervously.

"You brought me here to get me drunk, Stiles. I'm not drunk yet." The man scoffs and takes a swig of the drink. Scott gets up and stands in front of the man. "Give me the bottle." The man shakes his head and Scott glares, his eyes glowing. "Give me the bottle of Jack." His voice is slightly distorted and his claws grow behind his back making Stiles perk up.

"Scott?" He calls in worry. The man hesitantly offers the bottle and Scott snatches it, eyes back to normal, swiftly throwing it and smashing it against a tree. The teens walk away and Stiles stumbles a bit as he catches up to Scott. "Okay, please tell me that was because of the breakup. Or 'cause tomorrow's the full moon." Scott opens the passenger door for Stiles. "Going home now, yeah?" He falls into the seat.

...

"It's just weird. Everybody's talking about what happened the other night, and nobody knows it was us." Allison says as she, Lydia, and Y/n walk through the halls, the school having been reopened that day after the whole fiasco the other night.

"Thank you, for the protection of minors." Lydia sighs with a smile.

"Guys, do you think I made the wrong decision?"

"About that jacket with that dress? Absolutely."

Allison rolls her eyes with a smile. "You know what I mean."

"Hello? Scott locked us in a classroom and left us for dead. He's lucky we're not pressing charges or making him pay our therapy bills."

Y/n rolls her eyes not with a smile. "Lydia, he was trying to protect us. I know Scott, better than both of you, and I know he wouldn't put us in danger on purpose. What he did, although it was frightening, was to keep us safe somehow."

Lydia scoffed. "Sure."

Y/n sighs, but perks up a bit when she sees Stiles coming around the corner, heading for the same class she and Allison had a test in. "Stiles!" She jogs to catch up with him as her friends continue into the room. He looks up at her a little startled just outside the door. "Hey." She smiles at him.

"Hey. What's up?" He smiles back, a touch of nerves in his tone. What he had done with Scott was a bit fuzzy but one of the most clear parts was talking about h/c hair and e/c eyes.

"I never got the chance to thank you for the other day." He gave her a confused frown. "When we were in the Chem lab. You comforted me and I really appreciate it. I normally don't get so scared. I-" She sighs and glances down. "It's just... There was something about that situation that reminded me of when my mom was killed. Being chased and cornered... It just felt like that night all over again."

Stiles was mildly surprised. In all the years he and Scott have known her she almost never talked about when her mom died, only a few bits of what her mom was like. "It's, uh, it's no problem."

"I mean it." She gently grabbed his hand and smiled at him. "Thank you." After a moment of thought she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. When she pulled away to see his eyes as wide as saucers she smirked and winked, turning on her heel and striding into class. Stiles gaped after her even after she had left his line of sight. When he noticed more students going into the room he blinked and seemed to gather himself again before also going into the room. He glanced at Y/n when he sat next to her and he could see the faint smirk still on her face as she focused on her papers.

Scott walks in and hesitates when he sees Allison. He stands in front of her and looks at her. Neither of them say anything. Mr. Harris looks at Scott when he gets to her desk while handing out the tests. "Mr. McCall, please take a seat." Scott moves and sits in front of Stiles. "You have 45 minutes to complete the test. 25% of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book." Stiles jumps to writing his name, Y/n doing the same just to get that over with. "However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with. Begin." He presses the button on the timer and sits at his desk, the students start their test.

Y/n works on her test, everything seems to be going smoothly. She can ignore the scratch of pencils, the scrape of erasers, and the clicks of pens as she goes, yet it seems Scott can't as she feels the anxiety grow in him. She furrows her brows and glances at him without lifting her head. "Scott?" She whispers in question. He doesn't seem to hear her and eventualy grabs his bag and runs out of the room.

"Mr. McCall?" Mr. Harris calls after him. Stiles jumps up and follows with Y/n on his tail. "Mr. Stilinski! Ms. L/n!" Neither teen pays him any mind as they get to the hall.

"Scott?" Stiles calls looking one way.

"Stiles." Y/n gets his attention and he sees Scott's bag on the floor. They go over to it and Stiles picks it up.

"Scott?" He calls again, but then pulls out his phone to actually call Scott. They follow the ring to the locker room where they hear the shower running. Stiles takes the lead as they cautiously walk towards the showers, and he breathes a sigh of relief when they find Scott standing under the water without his shirt.

"Scott, are you okay?"

Scott pants as he turns the tap off and faces them. "Guys, I can't..."

"What's happening? Are you changing?" Stiles asks.

"No. No, I can't breathe." Scott wheezes and Stiles quickly fetches his inhaler.

"Here, use this." Scott looks at him in confusion. "Come on, do it."

Scott takes the inhaler and takes a puff, his breathing returning to normal a moment later. "I was having an asthma attack?"

"Not really. You were having a panic attack." Y/n answered.

"But thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack. Irony~" Stiles added in a singsong.

"How did you know to do that?" Scott asked.

"I used to get them after my mom died. Not fun, huh?"

Scott slightly shook his head. "I looked at her, and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer."

"Yeah, it's called heartbreak. About 2 billion songs written about it."

"And just as much art and poetry." Y/n added.

"I can't stop thinking about her."

"Well, you could think about this: her dad's a werewolf Hunter, and you're a werewolf, so it was bound to become an issue." Stiles chuckles a bit to lighten the mood, but gets cut short when Y/n lightly jabs him with her elbow.

"That's not helpful." She muttered to him, he relented.

"Dude, I mean, yeah, you got dumped, and it's supposed to suck."

"No, that's not it. It was like I could feel everything in the room, everyone else's emotions."

Welcome to my world. Y/n thought. "It's probably the full moon." She suggests.

"So we'll lock you up in your room later just like we planned. That way the Alpha-"

"Who is not my guardian."

"-can't get to you, either."

"I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room." Scott admitted.

"What, you mean because if you get out, you'd be caught by Hunters?"

Scott shakes his head. "No. Because if I get out... I think I might kill someone."

...

Later Y/n stands with Lydia and another girl waiting for Stiles and Scott to watch them practice. Lydia is trying to get her to make more friends and, while it's nice of her, Y/n isn't looking for any more friends than she has unless it happens naturally. Scott and Stiles come out of the locker room with the rest of the team, Stiles having just been put on first line as 'Bilinski' and Scott being named Co-Captain.

"Are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out." Stiles says to Scott.

"What's the point? It's just a stupid title. And I could practically smell the jealousy in there."

"Wait," Stiles stopped them walking, "you smelled jealousy?"

"Yeah, it's like the full moon's turned everything up to ten."

"Huh. Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire?" He glances at the three girls down the hall.

"What do you mean desire?"

"Like sexual desire?"

"Sexual desire?"

"Yeah, sexual desire. Lust, passion, arrrousal." He rolls the 'r'.

Scott also looks at the girls. "From Y/n?"

"What? No, in general, broad sense, can you determine sexual desire?"

"From Y/n to you?" Scott has a slight smirk.

"Fine, yes, from Y/n to me. Look, it feels like things have been changing and I'm kinda crushing on her so I need to know if I have a chance with this girl, okay?"

While he normally would be happy about this admition, Scott's mood and attitude are being affected by the full moon too much for him to really notice. "Why don't you just ask her?"

"Well, to preserve an amazing friendship and save myself utterly crushing humiliation. Thank you, Scott. Okay? So, please, can you just go up and ask her if she likes me? See if her heartbeat rises, pheromones come out."

Scott rolls his eyes. "Fine." He walks off down the hall.

"Wh- I love you. You're my best friend in the whole world." Stiles calls after him.

"Hey, Y/n? Can we talk for a second?" He asks once he gets to the trio.

"Sure. I'll see you later, Lydie." Y/n waves to her friend and the other girl as they walk off. He leads them to Coach's office and shuts the door. "What's up?"

"Just I needed to ask you something. Do you, uh... Do you know if Allison still likes me?"

"Of course she does."

"Really?"

"Yes. I mean, obviously once you care for someone you always will in a way." She amends. "Allison is just confused and upset. It's understandable from her point of view if you think about it. She was trapped in a school with a killer on the loose, her boyfriend throws himself into the fray and suddenly he locks her in a room. It's scary when you know everything, it's terrifying when you hardly know anything. I know you did it to keep us safe and I'm very grateful for that." She gives him a smile, but it falls slightly when she feels the tension in the room shift.

"How grateful?" He looks at her intensely.

"I don't know what you mean by that." She said cautiously.

"I mean, how grateful are you?"

"As grateful as any friend wou-" She's cut off and her eyes widen as Scott suddenly kisses her. After a moment of shock she pushes him away and she stares at him angrily. "What the hell?! God, Scott, that was my- ugh!" She wiped at her mouth and shoved past him, storming out of the office. It's just because of the full moon. That's it, that's the only reason why he did that. Just the moon. She understood, but that didn't mean she was any less upset.

Scott walked to the lacrosse field and Stiles perked up when he sat next to him. "Hey. What happened?"

"What?"

"What do you mean, what? Did you ask her? Did she say anything? Did she say she liked me? Did she imply she liked me?"

"Yeah. Yeah, she likes you. In fact, she's totally into you." Stiles becomes too excited to notice Scott's strange behavior or Y/n's absence until they actually get on the field to practice.

"Scott, you okay, dude?" He doesn't answer. "Look, I know we just got good news and all, but there's still seven hours till the full moon, okay?" He can't say any more because it's Scott's turn to run the ball. He goes forward, but two players team up to knock him on his back.

"Guess some people don't appreciate your new status there, McCall." Coach laughs. "Who's next?" He blows his whistle. "Let's go." Scott flips back onto his feet and Coach focuses on Stiles who was hesitating. "You have a problem with that, Bilinski?"

"What? Yeah, no." Stiles nods.

"All right, you're up, big boy. Let's go!" Stiles gears up, but then Scott pushes him back with his stick. "That's it, McCall! That's the spirit! You earn it! Earn it, McCall!" Scott gets the ball again. He rushes forward, flips the two players and smacks Danny in the face to score the ball. Everyone rushes to the dazed goalie to check on him.

Stiles goes over to Scott on the side. "Dude, what the hell are you doin'?"

"He's twice the size of me." Scott defends.

"Yeah, but everybody likes Danny. Now everybody's gonna hate you."

"I don't care." Scott walks off and Stiles looks around for Y/n. She should have been there by now. He spots her far away on the sidelines looking upset and he goes to her.

"Hey, where were you?" He asked.

"Do you think you can take care of Scott by yourself tonight?" She suddenly asks.

He looks at her confused. "I, mean, yeah? Are you okay? What happened?"

"It's just... Earlier Scott wanted to talk to me and he asked if Allison still liked him. I told him she was just upset. And then all of a sudden he just kissed me."

"He kissed you?" He asked in shock, a bit hurt at Scott's actions.

"Yeah." She frowned. "I mean, I get that it's just the full moon and he'll be better by tomorrow, but I'm just... I'm very uncomfortable around him right now."

"Yeah. Yeah, no, I'll be fine tonight."

She gave him a small smile. "Thanks."

"I'll, uh... I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah." She hugged him and he was quick to hug back before he let her go. He watched her leave with a frown.

...

Stiles walks into the McCall house that night with a duffle bag. "Scott?" Melissa calls when she hears the door close, but when she comes around she finds her son's friend.

"Stiles." He smiles at her.

"Key!" She notices the object in his hand.

"Yeah. I had one made, so..."

"That doesn't surprise me. It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me." He lets the bag drop and it makes a loud metallic 'clunk'. "What is that?"

"Uh, school project."

"Mmm. Stiles, he's okay, right?"

"Who? Scott? Yeah. Totally."

"He just doesn't talk to me that much anymore, not like he used to."

"Well, he's had a bit of a rough week."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Yeah, um... Okay, uh... Be careful tonight."

"You, too."

"Full moon."

"What?" He blurts, shocked.

"There's a full moon tonight." She laughs. "You should see how the E.R. gets. Brings out all the nut jobs."

"Oh." He chuckles. "Yeah. Right."

"You know, it's, um, actually where they came up with the word 'lunatic'." And Mrs. McCall leaves for her job on that interesting note.

Stiles goes up to Scott's dark room and sits the bag down, turning on the light. "Oh, my God!" He exclaims once he sees Scott sitting in his chair in the dark. "Dude. You scared the hell out of me. Your mom said you weren't home yet." He moved the bag closer to show Scott what he got.

"I came in through the window."

"Okay. Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought." He starts rummaging through the bag.

"I'm fine." He sounds anything but 'fine'. "I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight."

"You sure about that? 'Cause you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, 'cause it's really starting to freak me out."

"I'm fine. You should go now."

"All right, I'll leave. Well, look, would you just at least look in the bag and see what I bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't. Sound good?"

Scott slowly gets up from the chair and crouches down in front of Stiles and the bag. He reaches in and grabs a fistful of chains, holding them up. "You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?" He lets the chains fall.

"Actually, no." In one swift motion Stiles grabs Scott's wrist and the handcuffs he had in his pocket and cuffed him to the radiator. Stiles quickly backs away as Scott grunts angrily.

"What the hell are you doing?" He pulls on the cuffs, yet they don't budge.

"Protecting you from yourself... And giving you some payback... For kissing Y/n."

...

After a bit of leaving Scott by himself Stiles comes back with a bottle of water. "I brought you some water." He holds up a doggie bowl with Scott's name on the side and pours the water in it. He tosses the bottle aside and sets the bowl where Scott can reach it. He turns to sit outside the room and Scott throws the bowl, making water go everywhere.

"I'm gonna kill you!"

Stiles rounds on Scott angrily. "You kissed her, Scott, okay? You kissed Y/n. After I told you that I was liking her and that maybe I was liking her more than I- and, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend."

"She kissed me."

"What?"

"I said, she kissed me." Stiles scoffs and leaves the room, leaning against the wall out of sight. "She would have done a lot more, too." Stiles slides down the wall and closes his eyes to block out Scott's words. "You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me." He heard it from her, she wouldn't lie and even if she didn't tell him, he knows she isn't like that. "She would have done anything I wanted." He's just trying to provoke him. "Anything!"

It doesn't stop it hurting when he imagines it though.

...

Y/n stands outside of the Hale house, looking up at the scarred building with an apprehensive gaze. She closes her eyes as the screams start up again, trying to ignore them. It should be a bit easier by now, but for some reason this house is hard to ignore. She racks her brain for something to focus on and she remembers the first time she was there, what she listened to to block them out. Stiles' voice. With that she remembered his laugh and his rants he gets into when he's excited.

With a smile she opens her eyes, relaxed and no longer hearing the house's pain. Now to do what she came here for. "Derek?" She calls. "I know you're here. I need your help."

After a moment the Hale steps out of the dark house and looks down at her. "What?"

"Scott. He's gonna need help tonight. He's stressed and scared and he doesn't have a hold of his shifting yet. I need you to keep him from doing something stupid."

"Why should I? Thanks to him I'm a wanted criminal."

"He panicked and you were the easiest explanation. And besides, you're brothers, aren't you? You said it yourself."

"Why can't you help him? Use some charm or spell or something."

"There's only so much I can do to help, but another wolf would help more."

He's quiet for a moment. "Fine."

She gives him a nod. "Thank you." Derek leaves and she starts to walk away, but she pauses and looks in a certain direction. Scott's house. Something is pulling her, like a faint tug on her heart leading her that way. So she follows.

...

Scott tugs at the cuffs until his wrist starts to bleed, but it still holds strong. "Stiles, please let me out. It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose." Scott tries only for Stiles to ignore him. "Please, Stiles, let me out. It's starting to hurt."

Stiles' arm twitches like he wants to get up and help, but a hand stops him. "Don't." A voice whispers. He looks up to see Y/n next to him. He hadn't even noticed her come into the house, he's thankful she's there all the same. "Don't let him out." She leans her head on his, something for him to focus on to ignore Scott's plea's.

"It's not like the first time." He continues. "It's the full moon. It's Allison... Breaking up with me. I know... That it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out."

"I can't." Stiles says.

The moon comes out from behind the clouds and as the light shines on him Scott panics and screams as he shifts. Y/n puts her hands over Stiles' from their place on his head, keeping her head on his, and gently squeezes. I'm here. She says. You're not alone. Scott screams and pulls at the cuffs endlessly. Until suddenly it does end. It's quiet. Y/n pulls away from Stiles as they look at the closed door. "Scott, are you okay?" He asks. There's no answer. "Scott?" They get up and Stiles opens the door, but Scott's not there. Only bloody cuffs and an open window.

Stiles runs out of the house. "Stiles!" She calls after him and follows. He drives down the road, tapping the wheel anxiously. She doesn't say anything, knowing whatever she says won't ease his nerves right now. They end up coming across police cars and an amubulance. Stiles pulls over and jumps out asking for his dad. When the Sheriff shows up Stiles immediatly hugs him and Y/n watches from the Jeep. She smiles at them, but it drops when she glances at the moon. The night's still young and she hopes Derek finds Scott before he does something he'll regret.

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