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I’m not watching all that. Happy for you. Or sorry that happened.
#dsmp#c!quackity#c!wilbur#dsmp wilbur#tnt duo#c!tntduo#quackity#dream smp#dsmp lore#so like we can all agree that Q and Wilbur are screwing nasty on the casino floor right now right#not my tnt duo#deeply funny way to tell chat to fuck off tho#Q kills off his characters and doesn’t even trend about it#hilarious
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ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ - 4
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5, 6, 7
“marco,” donghyuck calls mark, entering the warehouse.
mark hums in response, checking his phone. “sup, hyuck?”
“i have great news,” he smirks. “i was doing numbers, and after we’re done doing business with doyoung we’ll have enough to move to japan.”
mark nods. “okay cool. why japan tho?”
“street races are way cooler there,” hyuck shrugs. “and girls are hotter.”
mark rolls his eyes. “yeah sure. tell jeno and yves.”
“damn, aren’t you gonna be sad when you leave y/n?” donghyuck looks at him.
mark rubs his left cheek, still checking his phone. “nope. it’s just sex.”
“fine. i’ll have everything settled,” donghyuck walks to his car. “maybe two months?”
“yes, two or three months.” mark nods.
when donghyuck leaves, mark places his phone on the couch and stares at the wall. it’s not going to be hard leaving, right?
right.
it’s just casual sex.
two people having fun and that’s it.
no feelings involved.
he shakes his head, groaning to himself. the last thing he needs is falling for some chick he’ll never see again
(...)
“y/n?” jaehyun calls you from the kitchen.
“yes?” you reply from the couch in the living room.
“can you come and help me?”
you stand up and go to the kitchen. jaehyun is standing next to the stove, holding a box. he’s focused on reading the instructions on the back. he sees you and hands it to you. “could you translate it to me?”
you take the box and you frown. it’s written in spanish. “i don’t speak spanish, jaehyun.”
“yes you do, i’ve heard you speaking it.” he cocks an eyebrow.
you laugh. “i memorize words and repeat them. it doesn't necessarily mean i speak it fluently.”
jaehyun rolls his eyes. “is someone in this house fluent in spanish?” he raises his voice.
jisung enters the kitchen, he opens the fridge and takes out a blueberry gatorade. “i’m not. sorry.”
jaehyun groans. “you two are useless. get out of my kitchen.”
you look at him. “it’s my house?”
“just… get out,” jaehyun waves you off. “you too, jisung.”
“what are you even trying to make?” jisung laughs.
“tortillas,” jaehyun sighs.
jisung looks at you and you both burst out laughing. jaehyun crosses his arms on his chest. “what’s so funny?”
“why can’t you just google the recipe?” you say.
“because i thought you were fluent and bought this cornflour!” jaehyun glances at you.
you sigh. “use google translate.”
“jisung, i heard you took some spanish classes,” jaehyun looks at him.
“i think you heard wrong, my friend. i took chinese lessons once,” jisung giggles.
“completely useless, as i said,” jaehyun shakes his head.
“what is my boy jaehyun upset about?” johnny asks, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen.
you turn and see johnny, and behind him is mark who leans on the other side of the doorframe.
you slightly blush, remembering how good he fucked you nights ago. your legs on your chest, he pounding into you. mark smiles at you, guessing what’s going through your mind right now.
“jaehyun thought y/n was fluent in spanish,” jisung shrugs and sits on the kitchen counter.
“and you’re not?” mark looks at you.
“no,” you chuckle. “i wish i was.”
“see, our dad is korean but we have different mothers.” johnny tilts his head. “of course, my mother is korean and so is my dad. and the woman who my dad cheated on is not. who happens to be her mom. and i don't remember her mom speaking in spanish.”
you squint your eyes. “they didn’t need to hear you married dad fucked my mom.”
“ouch,” johnny places a hand on his chest. “that hurt.”
“deserved it,” you smile at him.
“you’re rude,” johnny pouts.
jisung sighs dramatically. “i should’ve gone to an orphanage.”
“jisung!” you stare at him.
he smiles showing his teeth. you shake your head and take johnny’s lips in your fist and push him away so you can get out of the kitchen. “you should be used to.”
“so is anyone going to help me to make tortillas?” jaehyun groans.
“dude, there’s a store that already sells tortillas like 2 blocks from here!” johnny looks at him.
you leave jaehyun and johnny bickering and jisung as their audience and go back to the living room, sitting on the black leather couch in front of the tv. mark follows you.
“so… you two hate each other or something?” mark asks, confused.
you look at him and tap on the couch so he can sit next to you. “i sometimes want to put his head inside of a microwave and turn it on, but i love him.”
“that’s even more confusing,” mark jokes.
you smile. “we grew up together. he was a year old when his dad cheated on his mom and his mom left our dad, leaving johnny as well.”
“so your mom raised you both?”
you nod. “yeah. i mean, kind of?”
mark tilts his head quizzically. “kind of?”
you sigh deeply. “my mom died when johnny was 7 and i was 5. it was tough, but johnny has had it tougher, you know? losing both mother figures… and i don’t remember my mom much.”
“i’m sorry, y/n.” mark rests his hand on your right shoulder. “i shouldn’t have asked.”
“it’s okay,” you smile slightly.
“what about your dad?”
“my dad remarried,” you giggle and rub your chin. “he uhm started dating johnny’s physics teacher when he was in high school and they now live in san luis obispo.”
“do you visit him often?” mark rests his elbow on the backrest of the couch.
you shake your head. “not really. he doesn’t like the lifestyle we have so keep pushing away, you know? the last time i saw him was maybe 5 years? i think it was his wedding.”
wraps his hand with yours and looks at you. “he’s missing you out. you’re amazing, extraordinary, incredible, unbelievable…” he kisses your hand.
you can’t explain to yourself why your heart is going faster?
you like him.
fuck off.
mark releases your hand when he hears johnny coming to the living room. he stares at you both. “what were you doing”?
“just chatting,” you sgruh.
johnny hums, taking his jacket. “by the way, y/n, next time you bring someone please tell them to keep it down.”
mark’s eyes widen open. you laugh. “it wasn’t my guy. it was me.”
my guy.
johnny makes a face. “oh please. you’re disgusting.”
“you started it!” you giggle.
“can’t the dude afford an hotel?” johnny scoffs and looks at mark. “you’d take her to your place at least, right?”
mark feels like he’s choking on his saliva and you look at him. is he blushing? mark getting shy? no way.
“i highly believe mark would take to his place instead of fucking me next to my brothers’ rooms,” you smirk.
johnny grins. “you two think i’m some kind of an idiot, don’t you?”
now your mouth drops to the floor and marks wishes the earth would swallow him. johnny laughs. “fucking mark, you think you could bang my sister without me finding out? you got some balls, dude.”
“but i - he- how?” you stare at johnny.
“you two always look at each other as if you were undressing you. all the hickeys pretty much in the same spot…” johnny shrugs.
“he’s lying,” jisung wraps an arm around johnny’s shoulders. “i saw you two.”
“you what?!” you almost scream.
“i think i’m gonna pass out,” mark murmurs.
“but i told you they’d admit it,” johnny looks at jisung. “you owe me $20 big boy.”
“damn it,” jisung groans, taking his wallet out, handing johnny a $20 bill.
you and mark stare at each other, not knowing what to exactly say.
“listen, i don’t care about your relationship as long as you don’t knock her up,” johnny warns mark. “or give her something.”
“johnny oh my god, just… shut up!” you clench your jaw.
“hey, i’m the oldest here,” he stares at you, placing his hands on his hips. “and as her older brother, i give you permission to date her. it’s alright.”
“we’re not dating,” you murmur between teeth.
“dude, you’re totally screwing this up,” jisung laughs. “look at mark! he’s red as a tomato!”
“jisung, be quiet please.” johnny looks at him. “thank you. where was i? ah! right. since you’re not dating then i give you permission to bang her, but not when jisung or me is around. it’s weird.”
“okay, that’s enough. this is embarrassing.” you say, standing up and leaving the three men.
johnny whistles. “that was alright. i’m a great brother, aren’t i?” he smiles proudly.
“i really feel sorry for you future kids,” jisung mutters.
“hey!” johnny stares at him.
mark inhales deeply and looks at johnny. “dude, listen, i’m sorry, i really w-”
johnny waves his hand. “do as you want, mark. but let me tell you something, if you hurt her i will chop off your dick and feed it to my neighbor's dog. it’s a promise.” johnny smiles at him.
mark gulps. johnny is not kidding.
“got it, canadian boy?” johnny asks.
mark nods. “perfectly.”
“fine!” johnny nods. “let’s go mark, we got business to attend.”
(...)
mark whistles. forty kilos of remarkably potent methamphetamine. almost worth it in half million dollars.
mark sees johnny coming out of a bedroom with a black haired guy walking next to him. mark doesn’t recognise him and he thinks he’s an old friend from johnny.
and he is.
“mark, this is yuta. yuta, this is mark,” johnny introduces them to each other.
yuta stares at mark and remembers seeing him leaving the same room as you the night of the party.
he’s the guy you’re now fucking.
but yuta knows he has no right to be upset since he made a choice, and by making that choice he knows he lost you.
“nice to meet you, yuta.” mark extends his hand.
yuta shakes it. “you too, mark.”
“awkward,” johnny hums. “okay. thank you for coming, yuta. we need to leave now before doyoung gets all crazy thinking we chickened out.”
yuta nods, still staring at mark. “i’ll be off the radar. take care of y/n.” yuta looks at johnny.
“always,” johnny nods.
yuta gives mark one last glance and he leaves. mark sighs deeply. “are you okay with this?”
johnny looks at mark. “what do you mean?”
“lying to y/n…”
johnny rubs his forehead. “i had no choice, mark.”
mark nods. “forget i asked. it’s none of my business.”
“yeah, it is not.” johnny walks to his car. “whatever is going on between you two you cannot tell her, mark.”
“and i won’t.” mark assures him.
johnny and mark drive from south los angeles to beverly hills, where doyoung’s apartment is.
when they arrive at the building, mark and johnny can tell doyoung is all about luxury: he lives in one of the best zones in los angeles and he only wears expensive brands. as expected.
they get a code to go up to his place and once they’re outside, doyoung’s bodyguard check them in case they decided to carry a gun. clear, they enter to his apartment and johnny whistles. “motherfucker knows how to use his money.”
“of course i do,” doyoung speaks behind them.
mark turns around and he sees doyoung walking to the bar counter. “did you bring my candies?”
“yes.” johnny replies and tosses him the backpack and a small bag.
doyoung makes a signal to his bodyguard and he walks and picks up the bags, empiting them. he places the drug on the counter and takes out a scale from underneath. the bodyguard looks at doyoung and nods. doyoung waves him off and pours some whisky on his glass. “you sure yuta made this?”
“yes.” johnny answers.
“alright.” doyoung tosses him a wad of wills. “200k and i’ll give you the rest when the rest of the shit is sold.”
“we agreed on 300k,” johnny looks at him.
“i gotta make sure it’s yuta’s meth,” doyoung stares at him. “now get out of my place.”
“fucker,” johnny mumbles.
mark clears his throat and walks to doyoung. “thinking you’ll be selling that shit three times more, you’ll be getting around 8 million. so we’re gonna want more than just 300k.”
doyoung cocks an eyebrow at him and then stares at johnny. doyoung opens his mouth to reply him back but mark does it first. “how do i know it? basic math. you normally would sell five grams for 60 bucks and you have 40 kilos. and right now, the price for a kilo of meth is 12 grand.”
doyoung squints his eyes. “how much do you want?”
“a million.”
doyoung laughs. “i’ll give you 500k, that’s the last offer.”
“okay,” mark smirks. “then this is the last time we’ll be making business.” mark turns to johnny. “johnny, my contact in canada will give us so much more.”
johnny doesn't’ know shit about mark’s ‘contact’ in canada. in fact, he doesn't even know anything about it.
until he catches it.
“yeah,” johnny shrugs. “thanks, but next load will be for him. sorry doyoung.”
mark and johnny walk towards the door. doyoung groans and places his glass on the counter. “fine. one million, but next load i want 80 kilos.”
“you’ll have them,” mark assures him.
“now leave before i change my mind and blow your brains up.”
when johnny and mark get to johnny’s car, johnny turns to mark. “are you nuts?!”
“doyoung is a bitch, he was going to pay us shit and we’re doing the dirty work!” mark stares at him. “a part of it.”
“how in hell are we gonna get him 80 kilos of meth?” johnny rubs his face with the palms of his hands. “yuta won’t agreed.”
“then we gotta make him,” mark shrugs.
johnny frowns and looks at him. “what is your evil mind planning?”
“my mind isn’t evil,” mark scoffs. “i just… i thought of pushing him a bit to help us.”
“he’s going to kill you, you know?” johnny says as he turns the car on.
“i’ll be rich and dead,” mark pinches his nose. “what else can i ask?”
(...)
you are not sure what got you to take the photo. you are even less sure what got you to hit send.
since mark left your house with johnny that afternoon, you didn't see him or hear from him and you miss him.
so you do something you think you’d never do again.
shirt off. tits out.
chewing on your fingernails and staring at your phone screen. waiting.
mark opens the door of his apartment and drops down on the couch. his phone buzzes and he smiles when he sees your name on the screen. he unlocks the phone and he freezes. heart racing as he bites his lips. his throat bobs, amd he slightly groans at how quickly his jeans are growing tight.
you’re smiling directly into the camera. breast squished together and cheeks rosy pink. his cocks is painguyll nard now and he feels pathetic at how hard he got just for seeing your shirtless.
when his hand starts slowly trailing down his torso, his phone pings again. he sees the message is from you once more.
did you like it?
fuck yes. the things i wanna do to you right now… you're so hot.
;)
want me to return the favour?
you're sitting on your bed, holding your phone in your hand and you nip at your lip.
yes.
then you wait, staring down at the phone. just the thought of him taking a photo on the other end of the phone is making you wet, just imagining him slipping a hand into his already tight jeans and -
your phone pings and you unlock it. you almost drop your phone when the picture pops out. mark has a nice cock, but surprisingly, it isn’t his cock that draws your eyes first, but his hand. you imagine his hand wrapping your neck slightly. choking you. that hand is wrapped now firmly around the base of his pretty cock. flushed red and dripping with pre-cum.
the hand not gripping your phone slowly slips down your stomach and into your panties. you’re shocked to find yourself wet, gently rubbing circles around your clit as you stare at mark’s dick. how bad you want to clean it up with your tongue.
you manage to type with your shaking hand, dipping one finger inside of yourself.
i’m so wet for you.
you get a response minutes after, but you’re too busy thrusting a finger in and out yourself. then another message
another angle. the camera is higher this time, giving you a perfect view of his face. his black hair is messy and plastered to his forehead with sweat. his cheeks are flushed pink and his shirt is bunched up around his ribcage. he’s looking right at you, eyes half lidded. hand still tightly wrapped around his cock.
fuck it, you decide and hit the video call button.
mark jumps when his phone starts to ring. his hand shakes when he hits accept. you pop onto his screen, cheeks flushed, sweat dripping down your brow, mouth hung open and panting.
“h-hey mark,” you breathe, breaking off into a moan halfway through his name. you just moaned his name.
“ah,” his throat bobs, still slowly working his cock. “hey…”
“i thought this might be uhm...” it’s now that he notices the way your free arm is moving. something is happening off screen, he can guess what it is. you have a shaky breath and manage a nervous smile, “...you know, easier? than the photos…”
“ah, yes.” a nervous laugh comes up out of his chest, “i was having trouble typing. my hands are kind of busy.”
you smile softly, but a twitch of your lips betrays your nerves. “do you still want to see?”
a noise that could almost be called a whimper escapes mark’s mouth at the thought, “y-yeah. i mean if you are willing to show someone like me then i would be… very happy..”
he watches as you take a deep breath, and begin panning the camera down past your breasts, over the curve of stomach, before it finally focuses in on your fingers, dipping slowly in and out of your dripping center. he chokes on a sound, half a moan, half a laugh as he watches you languidly fingering yourself. first just one finger, but then quickly two.
“you weren’t kidding about how wet you are…” he breathes, completely in awe of you.
mark hears the nervous ring of your laugh from off camera, “y-yeah.” you breathe shakily, fingers still continuing their ministrations.
your thumb reaches up and brushes across your clit, he sees your thighs shake and he licks his lips, tightening the grip of his hand around his weeping cock, “i’d give anything to be there right now.”
there is a little fumbling, and then the camera comes back up your face, bright red and smiling shyly as you refuse to make eye contact with the phone screen, “so do i.”
there’s a lull in conversation. your eyes turn to meet his through the screen, and for a moment he is just jerking off to your expression. the way your eyes clench shut, the way you hiss through your teeth. he can see your arm moving faster, he can’t help but wonder how many fingers are inside you now. can’t help but think it were his fingers insead.
“mark?” you ask, voice high pitched and almost mewling.
he gulps, his hips are bucking up into his hand now. you look so beautiful like this, “yes?”
you meet the approximation of his eyes, chewing your lower lip nervously, “are you still-?”
mark nods, “yeah I-“
“can i see?”
his heart is racing, but he nods and shuffles a little higher up on the pillows. mark takes a deep breath in through his nose and switches his phone to the back facing camera. he watches your eyes blow wide and your mouth drops open in a moan, “fuck… it’s so pretty. you’re so pretty.”
mark laughs, slowly bringing his fist up to the head of his cock and teasing the tip with the pad of his thumb. he can see that your eyes are following the movement, “you really like it?”
“if i was there with you it would have been in my mouth like half an hour ago.”
mark groans at that, head falling backward on his pillow as he flips the camera back around, “you’re torturing me.”
“the faces you’re making… i love them,” you whisper, biting down hard on your lower lip to hide a moan. your arm is moving even faster, breasts shaking with the movement.
mark keeps pumping his cock even faster and you hear him choke a moan.
he can feel himself getting close, there’s a tightness in the pit of his stomach that is just begging him to let it go. keening and moaning, eyes scrunching shut as his hips guide his palm into a particularly delicious stroke, he can here you whimpering and mewling on the other end of the phone, and if he listens hard enough he can hear the wet sounds of your fingers pumping into and out of your sex.
“ah mark, i wish it was your fingers inside of me.”
he feels those words in his insides, from his stomach all the way out to the tips of his fingers. it is like a bolt of lightning to his heart, to his cock, to his everything. you want him. his mouth drops open, and words escape him before he can think better of it, “i- fuck” he gasps as his thumb brushes over his weeping slit, drool running down over his chin, “i want your mouth on me. i want it so badly ah shit i-”
you don't stop touching yourself, twitching and gasping, getting closer and closer just watching him as he shatters. the moment that breaks you, your final snap is when you catch a glimpse of his wrist giving himself one last pump off screen. his brow furrowing and a delicious moan escaping his perfect lips, splattering his bare torso with his cum.
it’s too much. with a breathless moan you feel yourself tip over the edge, your insides tightening, toes curling and the world goes white behind your eyes. all you can think about is mark. your hand is shaking when you finally slip your fingers out of yourself and wipe them on your bare thigh, when you open your eyes you can see mark laying back on the armrest and breathing deeply as he comes back down.
you giggle, “so…”
mark cracks open an eye, “so…”
“do you want to keep talking?” you grab a shirt and pull it on over your head, “or was that...it?”
you watch as mark runs a hand through the mess of his hair, he gives you a sleepy smile, “i need to clean up, but i can leave the audio on if you want?”
“yeah.” you reply, “that sounds good.”
(...)
a few days later, you end up driving all the way to orange county to meet doyoung and do what’s asked you.
“there’s my star,” doyoung greets you, smiling while walking towards you. his bodyguard walking behind him.
you smile at him back. “you didn’t tell me it was going to be crowded tonight.”
“word got spread the famous y/n suh will be racing tonight against the rookie jwi,” he smiles sideways and leans against your car.
you take a deep breath. “are they here?”
doyoung shakes his head. “he’ll come.”
“is there something else i need to know?” you inquire.
“he never gets off his car; he just races and then leaves. one of his friends collects the money and that’s their routine,” doyoung crosses his arms on his chest. “his technique is quite impressive.”
“what is it?” you turn around, expecting him to arrive.
“double clutching,” doyoung announces. you turn to him, surprised. “i know. he’s fucking insane, he matches up engine speed with cluth speed between downshifts and gets smoother transitions.”
you place your hands on your hips and furrow your eyebrows. “i can come up with something better than that.”
doyoung grins maliciously. “i hope you do. i want that fucker out.”
a green subaru wrx makes their way, all eyes on it. he’s the mysterious driver no one ever has seen. and to be honest, you want to know who’s sindie the car. he stops his car next to you and makes its engine roar. “don’t fail me, y/n.” doyoung stares at you, before exiting the start line.
you get into the car and start the engine, your car sounding loud as the people around you.
you grip at the wheel and turn around, eyeing the green car. you wonder if he’s nervous.
the race is not a regular race. the race will start in newport beach to santa ana. 12.9 miles. it’s risky and dangerous, but you tell yourself you’re gonna do great. you know all of the streets. the gps system in your car traces the path you have to run.you hold the hand break, to do what you know the best, drift.
you are fully focusing on the street and the cars in the middle, you’re not going to run the random chance to hit any car and have an awful accident. you look through the mirror and can’t see the green subaru, you keep shifting the velocities, slowing down the speed to be able to turn to the left. you are still ahead of the race. where are you green subaru? you think, gripping the steering wheel tighter. you keep running straight, when suddenly the green subaru appears from an interjection coming from the right side, almost hitting your car.
“piece of shit,” you murmur.
the subaru guy's next movement is hitting the nitro, leaving you behind. you see the downs the shifts to the third velocity, slows the speed, drifts in the curve when turn to the left. the subaru goes ahead by a few inches. when he passes the finish line, the wind that the car gets due to the high speed, lifts up a few skirts from some of the women there. and he keeps going straight.
he’s gone.
you lift the hand brake, burning the tired roughly and the car ending in a horizontal position. you have lost the race.
“you knew i was going to lose?” you follow doyoung.
“yeah,” he says as he walks to his luxurious car.
“then why did you even bother to ask me to race against him?”
doyoung turns. “because then you can come up with something better. this time.” he stares at you. “something useful to make him lose.”
“why do you care? just ask the dude to race for you,” you scoff.
“i’ve already tried.” doyoung states. “and whoever that asshole is making me lose money and races.”
“races?” you frown.
“the underground races in moreno valley and san bernardino, all are of his idea.” he rubs his forehead. “if you know the streets, then you know who runs car races and drugs, and that’s me.”
“so he’s hurt your pride.” you look at him.
“he’s now messing with my businesses,” he clicks his tongue. “when you finally get him, i’m gonna stop him from racing but i’m also gonna fucking kill him and feed him to my dogs.”
“that sounds like your problem,” you comment and sigh. “just… call me when the next race is.”
“i will,” he nods. “suh?
“you better get him, or you’re gonna end up like him: as dog food.” he stares at you.
you gulp
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sorry for taking so long to update guys !! who do you think is jwi??
#mark lee smut#mark lee imagine#mark lee x reader#yuta smut#yuta x reader#yuta imagine#nakamoto yuta#mark lee#nct smut#nct 127 smut#nct 127 x reader
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Word Count: 1572
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warning: Swearing, Argument, Angst, some Fluff at the end
Request: Can I request a fic? With prompts 1 and 14 fron the first list?am. Am not for sure whom tho lol either steve of bucky? With sone fluff or angst please?! by @me-mah-hah
Summary: You and Steve kissed but now he is avoiding you. You are determined to know what’s going on.
Prompts: 1. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
14. “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”
A/N: This is my first request! I’m so excited for all the requests I received, thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this fic, and feedback are always appreciated! xo xo
The sound of your pen lightly but nervously tapping on the table resonated in the room. Whenever you were in a bad mood and in need to just channel your raging nerves you would just torture your pen, everyone among the avengers knew that already from a long time. So when Natasha passed by the room and felt the tapping growing louder and louder until you completely smashed the pen across the table, she lifted her eyebrow with a surprised look printed on her face.
“Y/n? Can i come in?” she asked calmly “if you don’t want to just say it, there’s no need to smash something at me” she laughed briefly.
You groaned in frustration but answered as composedly as you could manage.
“Sure Nat. Have a sit” she smiled and took a sit next to you near the kitchen table.
“So what did that pen do to you to deserve that?”
“Nothing, I just felt the desperate need to smash something, since I can’t do it with humans yet. Oh if I just could” your face turned red with rage, you eyes like flames as you lifted a clenched fist in front of your face. Nat never saw you like that. Being an avenger could be really stressful but that was beyond the concept and the idea of stressful. Something had happened and she perfectly knew what exactly.
“It’s Steve, isn’t it?” she smirked while looking at you. At the sound of his name you snapped your head in her direction.
“You’re damn right” you said slowly.
“Y/n I told you, you need to talk, about everything and ab-” she was cut off by your furious voice.
“Oh I’d like to talk, but it’s difficult when someone just avoids you” Nat gave you a confused look.
“Calm down and tell me what’s going on” she put a comforting hand on your shoulder.
Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes. “Sorry if I snapped to you, I’m so mad at him... we...”
“Yes?” she urged.
“We kissed”
“YOU DID WHAT?” she exclaimed in utter shock.
“Two days ago. And he doesn’t speak to me since then! I didn’t see him either. I sincerely don’t know what to do Nat...I’d like to tell him what do I really feel, but every time he is talking to me is like ‘Oh you’re my best friend’ or ‘thank you so much y/n, you’re such a special friend to me’ and my heart just drops… I- I don’t know maybe I just misunderstood his intentions towards me”
You could still feel his touch on your skin, goosebumps made their way up your arms just thinking about it. You were sitting on the rooftop of the Avenger Tower, a cool breeze caressing your faces. You were laughing and chatting when suddenly your eyes met in a way they never done before. His eyes locked on yours, his lips parted, you could almost see his heart hammering through his tight shirt.
His glare then dropped to your lips, burning with the need of that kiss he desired so hungrily.
Without any more hesitation, he quickly cupped your face with his right hand and kissed you. It was just as you imagined it: tender but firm.
When you released the kiss he realized what he had done as his eyes widened. Frenetically he stood up.
“Steve-” you started but couldn’t finish the sentence.
“I-I’m sorry I… I have to go” Steve left you on the rooftop without leaving you the chance to answer or say anything.
You were so confused. And now he was a ghost.
You drifted back to reality when Nat spoke up.
“You know that it’s not true y/n! I can see how he acts differently when you are around, how he tenses up or how he would smile brightly whenever you talk to him, come on, and I mean he doesn’t call ‘sweetheart’ every girl he meets.”
“I know Nat, I know he feels something I just can’t figure out what’s in his mind.”
“Girl neither can I, and I know him for a while now.” you two laughed briefly before pausing for few seconds.
“I just don’t understand. If he feels something why he didn’t try to talk about it?”
“I don’t know y/n… you need to face him and have a talk to clarify everything between you two, before you destroy all our pen’s supplies” she stood up and walked to the fridge opening it.
“I guess you are right”
“Oh I know, and you know what? We will have our cake-day now”
“Sorry Nat I have some paperwork to do”
“Oh no no no, come on, leave all these, and help me cook” she said while taking away your papers and placing them on a chair, making room for all the ingredients.
“You’re amazing Nat, thank you” you said smiling at her tenderly.
“I know that too” she winked.
You two started cooking, enjoying each other’s company, laughing and eating your cake not after making a wild mess in the kitchen.
You really thanked Nat for lifting up you mood, but deep down you couldn’t help but thinking about Steve. Why was he behaving like that?
Steve felt his legs burn as he finally stopped after his daily run. Breathing heavily he leaned his back on a tree, his energies already regained.
Stupid. Just stupid. You ruined everything.
He kept repeating it, every second, every minute, after that night with you.
You two were friends for a very long time now, gosh you were the first person he saw after being awaken from the ice! You were there for him every time he needed anything. You were his best friend. But that feel changed rapidly as it soon become love. He was so mad in love with you that every time you were near him he had to hold back himself in order to not kiss you in the middle of the lunch or a meeting. But he couldn’t lose his best friend, he already lost one once, he would never lose you too.
That night he felt he lost you, that bond was broken, you would probably close relations with him and that broke his heart in million pieces. He couldn’t even look at you in the eyes.
The cool October afternoon was soon becoming night as he decided to head back to the Avenger Tower completely clueless of what he would do next.
The lift made his way up as he nervously tapped his fingers on his hands. When the doors finally opened, Steve tried to exit but couldn’t.
“Why the hell are you avoiding me?” you stood right in front of the lift with you arms crossed over your chest. Deadly serious.
“I needed some time to think...” he urged, looking away from you.
“Think about what?” you watched him exiting the lift as he was heading fast to his room.
He stopped right in his tracks and took a deep breath.
“Us” he mumbled.
“We can’t ignore what happened that night!”
He didn’t respond as frustration rose in your mind.
“Steve!”
“I ruined everything y/n!” he snapped.
Well, you didn’t expect that. Confusion washed over your features.
“You are my friend and I ruined everything”
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” you shouted. As soon as you realized what you actually said your eyes widened.
Steve looked as surprised as you did, and glared deeply in your eyes as he approached slowly to your figure.
You said it. You actually said it. You don’t know how, but the adrenaline rush kept kicking as you picked up even more courage and spoke up again.
“Yes Steve. You just played with my emotions! You kissed me and now you play hide and seek?”
“I thought I lost you” he mumbled, but you were so caught up in what you were saying that you didn’t hear him.
“Refusing to even talk or look at me? You think that’s funny? What is wrong with you?
“Y/n listen to me!” he argued. “You know what, maybe this is the time I finally tell you” your rage and frustration almost made your eyes water.
“I THOUGHT I LOST YOU!”
“I LOVE YOU STEVE DAMN IT!”
Your anger immediately faded away, as you looked at him.
“W-what?” you both said at the same time.
Steve was the first to spoke up.
“I thought that you would never have something to do with me anymore, I thought I crossed the line and that I had gone too far, I was afraid of losing you, losing you friendship, losing your love”
“Steve I-”
“I love you Y/n” Steve said, looking at you. Unwillingly, you left out a small gasp.
“You don’t know how many times I wanted to cross that line before. But I was too afraid”
“Steve.” you walked towards him.
“You will never lose me, my love or my friendship. Never.”
He listened to you without breaking eye contact when he suddenly touched your hands. He slowly traced his fingers up your arms. You heart hammered in your chest. He cupped your face and kissed you. It was breathtaking, sweet, tender, firm.
When you two parted, he looked down at you and hugged you firmly, placing his chin on top of your head. You encircled your arms around him. You still couldn’t believe it.
“Are you ok?” Steve asked
“Yeah just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.” you said still in awe of what just happened.
“In a very vigorous ways, if I may say” you two laughed as you playfully smacked him on the shoulder.
“You deserve it!”
“Touché” he responded.
#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers angst#captain america x reader#captain america imagine#steve rogers imagine#steve rogers fic#avengers x reader#avengers#marvel#mcu
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Simple Things In Life - 2
Ships: Remile (A Full Blown Relationship), Prinxiety (New Love), Logicality (A Mutual Crush), Demus (Physical Love)
Warnings: Swearing, implied sexual behaviour
Logicality- A Mutual Crush: One
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Perspective (mainly): Logan
Logan had just put his dishes at the washing rack as Patton ran past him & out into the corridor. His logical nature told him how silly it would be to run after him but it didn’t help, it was rare but now he followed his emotions & ran after Patton who ran up, towards the roof. As Logan got up he quickly stared to look around for Patton & suddenly he heard soft sobbing coming from between the wall to the roof & the janitors closet. He quietly made his way over to were the sobs came from & there he found Patton.
“Pat, what a-“ Patton turned his head to look at him but when he saw that it was Logan he quickly looked away. “Patton, what are you doing crying on the roof?” Patton didn’t look up. He felt pathetic, crying over a guy that would never see anything in him & now that guy was right there & saw him?
“Nothing” he mumbled as Logan sat down next to him.
“Do you honestly think I’ll believe that? Pat, what’s wrong?” He layed a hand on Patton’s underarm which made the other shiver slightly. After about twenty seconds of silence Logan was done waiting “Patton, please talk to me” he used his free hand & put it at Patton’s cheek to gently turn his head so he faced him & as he saw Patton’s crying face he felt a knot in his stomach. Fuck, feelings.
“I- I would *sob* I would rather not” Logan took a deep breath.
“Okay... but I won’t leave until you feel better” Patton’s eyes widened.
“Bu- but you have class in-“ Logan sighed.
“I have psychology class first thing after lunch on Mondays. That’s not my mayor & this is far more important” Patton blushed slightly & smiled a little at Logan.
“Can I hug you?” Logan looked at him before, instead of answering, hugged Patton who again started to cry.
“Oh! I’m sorry! Did I do something wrong?” Patton chuckled & shook his head.
“No! I’m sorry. Heh, I just randomly starts crying sometimes” Logan looked at the other man. He was about a head shorter than himself, his hair was curly & the colour was on the darker side of golden brown, he had freckles & emerald green, beautiful eyes filled with gold flakes. It was hard not to be attracted to that & adding Patton’s adorable personality it was nearly impossible. He looked straight into Patton’s eyes & then he said it.
“Do you want to go out with me?” Logan had just said something he had tried to shove into the back if his head since the school year had begun a few months ago & he hadn’t even thought about it & when he realised what he just said he.. well, he had already said it.
“L-Lo? Di-did you just- ask me out?” Logan mentally face palmed himself, swallowed & then sighed as he realised there was no way out of it.
“Yes, Patton, I did” Patton’s eyes widened.
“I- I would love to” Patton’s voice was quiet but Logan had heard him clearly, he was, however, certain that he had heard wrong.
“Wait- really?” Patton’s giggled & nodded.
“Yes, really” Patton looked at Logan & noticed that his gaze fell down on his lips before quickly looking up into his eyes again. Patton grinned & stood up “come on, let’s go so you don’t miss class” he said & reattached out his hand to help Logan up.
“Oh, so you feel better now?” Logan said as he took Patton’s hand & stood up.
“Heh, yeah, a lot better actually” Patton said & took his phone out of his purse because he had noticed it vibrating quite a lot. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Sorry!’ ‘Text when you see this’ ‘We’ll stay at the table until you come back or say otherwise’. “I need to get back to the cafeteria, the others seems worried”
“Okay” Logan glanced down at his clock “I have about ten more minutes before I need to get to class so I can walk you there if you want to” Logan said awkwardly & Patton giggled.
“Yeah, sure!”
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Perspective (mainly): Patton
“Thanks for walking me back” Patton said bubbely as they stood outside of the cafeteria.
“No problem, Patton” Logan said “I- I’ll text you about that date later” his tone was nervous & Patton giggled.
“I look forward to that” Patton said & hugged Logan before saying bye & entering the cafeteria.
“Hi guys, sorry about that” Patton was back to his bubbely self but it was very clear that he had cried.
“I’m sorry, Pat. We should just leave that alone..” Remy said & hugged Patton as he sat down.
“Yeah, sorry” Declan said, slightly embarrassed.
“It’s fine, guys, really”
“It really isn’t, Pat. We should just leave you two alone. Lik-” Remy started but Patton interrupted him.
“It’s fine now at least! Okay?” Remy was just about to protest again when he realised that, despite having slightly puffy red eyes from crying, Patton looked extremely happy & he thought he knew why but he didn’t want to overstep his boundaries again so he decided to just let it be okay & offered Patton a smile.
“Yeah, okay” Declan said as he glanced down at his phone “I have like 5 minutes that I can spend with Remus so Imma leave. See you guys later” he said, took his dishes & left.
“See ya!” Emile said after him.
“Hey, Emile, look at this” Remy said.
“Wha-?” Emile turned his head towards Remy & Remy kissed him quickly. They had been dating for over six months but Remy still did that & he was quite certain he would never stop kissing him like that. Emile blushed & giggled & then took Remy’s chin in between his index finger & thumb & kissed him deeply & somehow that actually caught Remy off guard. He sat there, frozen, with a deep blush covering his whole face for a moment before burying his face in the side of Emile’s neck which caused both Emile & Patton to laugh.
Patton had never seen Remy like thet, that was for sure. Remy always stayed cool & collected. It had seemed up until now that he stayed cool even when it came to Emile but now? Not so much. Patton was slightly ashamed to admit that he quite enjoyed the scene in front of him but it was quite adorable.
“Babe, you okay?” Emile said, softly patting his boyfriend’s head, still chuckling.
“Yeah, I- I just- I love you, so fucking much” Remy said quietly after he had, just slightly, collected himself & changed position just enough to be able to talk.
From Emile’s instant reaction Patton guessed that, even tho they had been together for quite a while, this was their first ‘I love you’. Emile blushed even harder then Remy had done & almost cried.
“I- I love you too” now he cried slightly & Remy quickly pulled him into a long hug & kissed his hair.
That reaction just screamed ‘first I love you’ & Patton scoffed slightly. He knew that right now Emile’s & Remy’s reality was far more cut off than Virgil’s & Roman’s normally were & he shook his head & left. However he snapped a quick picture of the two & sent it to a group chat.
“Pretty sure that was their first ‘I love you’ (*≧∀≦*)”
“Aww, how cute” Roman said.
“Wait- haven’t they dated for like.. half a year?” Virgil said.
“Really, Virge? (¬_¬)” Roman, again.
Patton shook his head, chuckled & turned off his phone & made his way towards class.
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Perspective (mainly): Logan
Logan was walking back & fourth in his dorm & said his thoughts out loudly “What do you even do on a date? More specifically a first date? Should I just ask Patton what he wants to do? No, that would be weird, right? Uhh.. ROMAN!”
Logan quickly pulled out his phone & opened the texting app.
“Roman, can you come over and help me with something?”
“Uhh.. is it urgent?”
“I mean.. kind of?”
“Fine, be there in 5”
About five minutes later Roman knocked at Logan’s door & when he opened he immediately started to talk quickly.
“Why did I do that? I didn’t even think! I can’t plan this! What do you do on a date? I’m-“
“Woah, woah, woah! Slow down there, buddy! Did you just say date?” Logan paused & realised that he hadn’t given Roman any base information whatsoever.
“Uhhhhhhh” Roman laughed & got inside.
“So that’s what you meant with ‘kind of’, huh? Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Huh? Oh..” Logan’s cheeks turned bright pink “Patton” he mumbled.
“Patton? Really? How did you get a date with a literal sripe of sunshine?” Logan looked at him & noticed his slightly swollen lips.
“How did you get all the way to a make out session with the emo?” Roman blushed but ignored it.
“I would say because he’s my boyfriend but I get your point. Anyway, Patton is actually quite simple. He obviously likes you, otherwise he wouldn’t go out with you” Logan actually froze at that, he honestly thought Patton was just being polite when he said that he would love to go out with him. “He probably trust that you’re able to pla-“
“But I’m not! I don’t do feelings! I’ve never even liked someone before! I-“
“Logan, chill. I was gonna say that he was wrong, you don’t even know what to do with your friends! People are not your thing & I know that”
”Rude but true, go on”
“I know it could be seen on as overkill but trust me when I say this.. Disneyland” Logan looked at Roman, he knew Patton for sure would love that but.. but what?
“You know what, Ro. That actually sounds great”
“Of course it does! I’m his best friend” Logan rolled his eyes at Roman.
“Thank you, Roman. You can go back to making out with Virgil now” he said with a teasing grin on his face.
“Ha ha, very funny, fyi, we will go much further than that” Roman said with a wicked grin.
“Gross. Anyway, thanks again”
“You’re welcome” Roman sang as he left & Logan shook his head but chuckled slightly.
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A/N: *insert something about chapter here*
Tag list: @why-should-i-tell-youu2
#sanders sides#sanderssides#sanders school fic#sanders school au#sanders college au#sanders college fic#thomas sanders#thomassanders#logan sanders#patton sanders#logan x patton#logicality#remy sanders#emile picani#remy x emile#remile#remus sanders#deceit sanders#deceit x remus#receit#virgil sanders#roman sanders#roman x virgil#prinxiety#sanders sides fanfiction#sanders sides fic#simple things in life#simple things in life fic
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IN ANTICIPATION OF BIOWARE POTENTIALLY GIVING US A ROMANCE UPDATE IN THE FUTURE: MY PERSONAL ANTHEM ‘SHOULD YOU FUCK’s AS OF RIGHT NOW, ENORMOUS SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY
No really spoilers for Anthem you have been warned
Tassyn: I mean she reads a lot more mom to me, but I’ve seen people be into her so y’know if that floats your boat go ahead. Probably will regretfully yet efficiently murder you if necessary but hey some people are into that I’m not judging.
Rythe: FUCK YEAH YOU SHOULD FUCK RYTHE! SEXY BAD CHOICES ALL AROUND!!!! *fingerguns*
Owen: Well I love him & would die for him even after the total bullshit he pulls, but to me he feels more like a fuckup little brother, in the grand tradition of Carver and Jowan. So for me personally that’s probably a no, but I can totally see why you would and I respect it. They played their hand too early with him b/c the pacing of the main story is completely off the rails, so I’d love to get more content for him anyway. He’s undeniably hilarious and desperate for affection and can be sweet but he’s also a walking over-caffeinated mess of abandonment issues, deflecting humour and spectacularly bad decisions; will absolutely stab you in the back but tbf you kind of treated him horribly. Even I have to admit that that slouch and slow grin when he sees you in the bar sure was Something, though I’m not entirely sure what. If you were one of those people who inexplicably wanted to kiss Wheatley, lo and behold your time has come.
I would say that if you haven’t previously engaged in the even grander Bioware tradition of getting screwed over in the non-sexy way by your love interest, ala Anders and Solas... step with caution, okay? (If you’ve been here before, seen this room and walked this floor -- you know what you’re doing, I’m not here to insult you by giving you advice like you’re not marching unflinchingly into hell with open eyes yet again, best of luck out there in the trenches comrade)
Dax: Oh hell yeah you should fuck Dax. Strong, beautiful, funny, driven, technically a princess and heir to the throne but so far along in the line of succession now that neither of you have to worry about getting assassinated, probably, will make you excellent and detailed maps one day. Good stuff.
Haluk: No he is my honorary uncle and mentor it would be super weird. He has beautiful eyes tho A fucking plus to Bioware’s art/animation team there
Faye: Also feels like family, like my sister or something, so no. She’s objectively the prettiest girl in the entire game, however, and super smart and kinder than her dumbass friends have any right to expect of her, so if I played a different character: totally.
Brin: ...idk I just sort of get the feeling she’s got other shit to do and wouldn’t welcome it? I’d be her fanfic beta reader tho, which is arguably a greater degree of intimacy anyway ETA: Apparently she’s ace, so definitely doubling down on betaing fic instead!
The Matthiases: Short answer: Probably yeah, if you feel so inclined, it’ll be fun if a bit of a mindfuck. Long answer: GOD PLEASE FUCK THE MATTHIASES, this is literally the reason I made this post, the mechanics of it alone! The Possibilities! Like how would it work? For Science if nothing else, people!
(I know the point of their arcs is kind of that they’re separate people now and romancing all three of them at once is probably not how that would work but honestly when has that ever stopped the smut brain? Never, of course, let’s go)
Do we check our calendars for when we can all manage to get together every time? Do we add the arcanist lady who Sumner could end up dating (of course we do the more the merrier when we’ve let it get to this point)? Do you pick one to fit your mood that day -- Matti for days when you need someone who sounds a little stoned to tenderly look you in the eyes and earnestly tell you you’re a wonderful person, Sumner for rough satisfying stuff but also he can be kind of adorbs?, Erryl for when you want to try some technically challenging kama sutra shit but don’t feel like chatting about feelings? (you know there are books about it in the Anthem universe too and you know he’s always up for an experiment) Would you just pick and mix and would they be chill with that?
Have the three of them together ever, you know. I mean, they live together. They conceivably share a bedroom. They must have -- surely, they’ve at least tried... right? At least once.There’s no way they haven’t. Right? To satisfy Erryl’s intellectual curiosity, if nothing else? Well, it’s something to consider. Fuck them, is what I’m saying, it’ll be an adventure and between the three of them they can give you the time and attention the original Matthias couldn’t b/c he was all arcanisty and self absorbed.
The Monitor: You Monitor fuckers already know who you are and I’m perfectly aware that neither I nor the hand of god himself could stop you if we wanted to, godspeed you weirdos
Princess Zhim: She’s so beautiful I’m a bit weak in the knees but she made you eat a pheromone sack with disgusting sound effects the first time you met. I mean. If that’s your thing you’re welcome to but that’s a no thanks from me.
Amal: Nah. He’s such a disastrous ditz he might like frame you for murder one day without even meaning to or realizing. Also the worst kind of actor -- working as a waiter for now until he gets his big break but just you wait one day he’ll be a star and uuuuuugh... listen if you can block out the inane prattle for long enough to enjoy his pretty face all the more power to you, but I don’t have that kind of strength of character
Lucky Jak: Sure, have fun! Boy looks good in a tight sweater and seems nice. ETA: Also actually now that I think about it he could & would totally do all your paperwork for you, literally the dream man, go forth and smooch at will
Kassian: Yes, for no other reason than that I literally thought ‘yeah I’d bang him’ the first time I saw him even though he’s wearing whatever the hell it is he’s wearing on his head, so that’s some serious magnetism he’s got going on there. A little bit of an ‘a freelancer can love a caravan sailor merchant person but where would they live’ situation if you go for a long term thing, but I’m sure you could work something out. “I’d like to kiss you”, “...KS?”, “Nope, that one’s totally true as long as you’d like that too”, honestly the dialogue writes itself
Marl: No. He’s already clearly having some sort of Situation with Gunther and honestly... leave them to it, nothing but madness lies this way
Pirndel: Eh it’ll be deeply unsatisfying, but I bet he practices extremely safe sex. Not the worst choice.
That married couple I can’t remember the names of right now but they’re both spies: They’ve already enough of an unexpected bizarre threesome angle going on and I’m not sure a non-spy is equipped for the mind games enough to not end up dead, let’s not
Max: Well she also already has a wife, but you never know how they’ve got things arranged. Never hurts to ask.
Commander Vule: Very good voice. Handsome. Stern but fair-ish; you could roleplay by-the-book-cop vs. wild card detective and finally get to yell ‘but I get results, Chief’, maybe hand in your badge and gun while he glowers at you... You know yourself best, my friend, bang or not as you see fit.
Neeson: No. He will end up wearing your skin as a coat if you let him. Save yourself.
#Anthem#anthem spoilers#anthem game spoilers#anthem game#bioware#honestly the characters in this game ARE interesting! pls don't let this game tank I need to know what happens to them#also if there was any justice in the world the matthiases would spawn a whole new fanfic genre immediately#it's that 'would you bang your clone' post except even more so lol
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HC: Crosbeauty AU OT3
Listen, we know we’ve done a Crosbeauty AU before, but this one has OT3 so it’s totally different. Right? right! LET’S GO!
This HC was a lot of general ideas and moments so I did my best to make a plot out of it?
Imagine if you will, young Sid attending school for stage makeup in Toronto. He spends the majority of his money at Sephora and on rent for a tiny downtown apartment that he splits with Flower. Living the dream!
(Sid and Flower originally met in first year while doing their tech theatre practical courses - Flower couldn’t make a makeup bruise look semi-realistic to save his life and Sid couldn’t get his legs to stop wobbling long enough to climb the scaffolding to change the gels - so they traded favours all semester.)
Whatever is left over goes to food or camera equipment. Although it hasn’t been bad at all lately, his youtube subs have been climbing steadily, past the point of making a little side money and into the area where he is shakily not doing any work other than school and making/editing his videos.
(It helps to have a CBC darling hanging around their apartment and willing to be in his videos as a model as often as he wants. Tanger is such an attention whore, and only gets to wear full suits on the period piece he stars in - so any chance he can get to be seen in his chic clothing and any excuse he comes across to look beautiful is one he jumps at)
In any case the story really begins while Sid is WATCHING his usual youtube roll in the morning - friends, acquaintances, people he’s a fan of, whatever strikes his fancy. It’s then that he sees that Anna - a Russian beauty vlogger in her own right - has updated her channel with a new personal video: THE BOYFRIEND TAG.
Sid is stoked because the video looks like it’s in English - not all of Anna’s are which forces him to use youtube’s dodgy translation closed captions OR just leave emojis in the comments. He also has been kind of dying to see who could possibly get to date Anna, she’s absolutely impossibly beautiful, and funny, and kind of evil. They’ve chatted online before (exchanging tips and giving each other compliments) and her boyfriend - Evgeni (a name in which Sid is unsure he even knows how to pronounce properly) always sounds like a very kind and generous man.
The thumbnail just has the title and a pair of clasped male and female hands so Sid’s interest is instantly PIQUED. He has been so curious about Evgeni and now FINALLY he gets to see.
So of course he loads up the video and does what everyone does and skips to the part where Geno actually comes in and sits down looking flushed and awkward, hat on backwards, waving stiltedly to the camera while Anna positions him exactly how she wants him in the frame. Sid thinks he’s beautiful - not in a traditional way but he looks kind, and has a mobile face, made for emotions. He doesn’t look chiseled or like an instagram model, he looks like a real person who loves Anna very much - enough to appear on a video for the world to see even if he seems a little uncomfortable with the idea. Sid guiltily scrolls into the comments to take the general temperature of the reactions to her boyfriend and find the predictable mishmash of supportive comments Anna has liked and trolls - pretending to be helpful or no - telling Anna she could definitely do better.
Sid would restart the video and watch it properly then, learning Evgeni has a warm voice, heavily accented, and often forgets words in english and looks to Anna with puppy dog eyes to aid him. They seem to have a lot of inside jokes, they seem in love. Sid thinks they are wonderful and probably hopes reverently that one day he might have something like what they’ve created together.
So anyway he definitely sends her a heart eyes emoji and then follows it up with another message: “.......OK UR MAN THO 👀.”
Much later he gets a reply from Anna that is a long string of blushy emojis and the simple:
“You like? He like your video. Always ask if watching ‘boy with mouth for sin’. 😜”
Sid: Am I being invited to a 3way on a different continent?
Flower: I deal with the amount of shit you have in our bathroom I'm not dealing with whatever the fuck that is.
(Flower is a liar though, that shit in the bathroom is half the reason Vero puts up with him sometimes. Sid always lets her pillage whatever she needs when she stays over last minute - also his ring light is A+++.)
Meanwhile Anna is telling Sid about how she could never get G to do a lip exfoliant and apply chapstick regularly but she showed Sid's video to him and then he was like RELIGIOUS WITH HIS BLISTEX. All mouth activities have gotten like 500% better.
Anna: we owe you at least bj.
Sid: I’m definitely getting hit on.
Anna: you also teach him how to style hair, his same as you, but very thin in spots
Sid: oh, I have tips for that!
And then they definitely all meet at vidcon. Girls are like SWOONING over Tanger of course. He and Sid are sharing a booth (how does vidcon work? I’m not doing research for this, I’m going to pretend it’s like every other convention and popular makers have booths to sell merch and meet people???) and Flower is there to like get food and water for them, take photos and some video, and awkwardly wave at people who recognize him from the background of some of Sid's videos.
(usually he shows up as just his disembodied voice yelling in french about whatever he's just burnt and Sid freezing on camera and being like "...................................FLOWER." and Flower's voice just like "....shit sorry Sid!" - youtube commenters who speak french relish in translating what he’s saying in the comments, a particular fan favourite was the time he tried to make a chocolate souffle for Vero’s birthday and could be heard muttering on and off through the whole video, so much so Sid added a disclaimer at the beginning that his roommate was being very loud and worried about his girlfriend and that the viewers should all take pity on him)
So, anyway we’re sure Anna SWANS over, just all intensely long legs, super high heels, hair flowing EVERYWHERE looking like she just came off a runway or a movie set to just EMBRACE Sid in a cloud of delicate perfume and soft hair and cheek kisses. Sid of course freezes like a deer in the headlights while Anna greets him excitedly and apologizes for her shitty english that is sounding like ….pretty great to Sid.
It’s then that Sid notices she’s towing a mildly blushing (and plushy lipped) Geno by the wrist. He’s incredibly tall (although some of it might just be an optical illusion enhanced by his long thin limbs) and looking a little freaked out by the crowd - but when Sid catches his gaze he looks happy and hopeful and maybe a little surprised.
"Oh you're the boyfriend." "I'm big fan." THEY SAY AT ONCE PROBABLY.
Anna: Sid, Zhenya. Zhenya, Sid. (introducing them like she hadn’t just met Sid herself a moment ago) Boys are going to get along so well, can just tell.
Then, so much blushing.
We want Flower and Tanger knowing SOMETHING was going on but not exactly what...just watching with dawning beautiful comprehension, eyes pinging back and forth between these statuesque russians and their clumsy awkward darling Sid.
Okay so at some point G and Sid are going to get left alone together, in a hotel room above the convention centre. Probably Sid’s, probably for a nap or something ridiculous like that, or maybe Anna just slips out to go get her curling wand, because while Sid has a lot of beauty products his hair is pretty much wash and wear.
Anyway, somehow Sid ends up giving G a once over with his kit. It probably comes up naturally, like while Geno was poking through his entire makeshift rig Sid set up in the best lighting of the room. Humming thoughtfully at the stacked palettes of eyeshadow, running curious fingers over the fluffiest brushes. Sid inquiring about Anna’s supplies, if Geno ever ends up in her makeup like this, if she’s ever pinned him down and dealt with his eyebrows (Sid guesses no by the state of them, even though the wild & natural look is in right now). Geno would mumble about how he doesn’t let her - she does crazy things, looking like a mermaid one afternoon or a frosty queen the next - he doesn’t want to look like that.
Sid: What do you want to look like?
Geno: *deep self conscious shrug that mostly only conveys that he’d probably like to look not like what he currently does*
And then before Sid can really think about it he’s offering to try, nothing outlandish, something basic, to highlight his warm eyes maybe, clean up the lines of his mobile mouth. Basically the Tanger special - scratch that, even less than Tanger, Tanger likes to look carved and flawless like a Kardashian.
There’s always a gentle intimacy about doing someone’s makeup, focusing intently on the features of their face, feeling the down on their cheeks against the heel of your hand, touching their hair for stability. They’re quiet together as Sid works, just the sweep of his brushes and the click of the compacts, a quiet instruction to look up or down, to pout and smush. Normally Sid talks through doing makeup on others, explaining to them or to his viewers what he’s doing, but this moment seems sacred somehow.
Through it all Geno’s eye contact doesn’t waver. It’s strangely, deeply intimate, and Sid tries to recall if it felt like this when he did Flower’s makeup before, his hapless guinea pig. Tanger was always on his phone, or instagramming the whole thing live and his attention was diverted, and Sid never felt this out of control even as he was the one holding the pencil against someone elses’ eyeball. It’s an unwavering, magnetic kind of eye contact, and as Sid leans close and smudges under one eye with his thumb, other hand bracing the back of G's head/neck that’s when Anna probably returns and they spring apart like she’d just caught Sid giving her boyfriend a lap dance.
But after processing what she’s seeing she flings herself onto the bed excitedly: "YOU GET RID OF DARK CIRCLES? I ALWAYS TRY, HE NEVER LET! WHAT ARE YOU USING?"
He and Geno probably share a meaningful look before looking away shyly and that’s the start of a beautiful friendship, relationship, throuple or something. Anna being there breaks the tension, but there’s still something hovering in the air every time they hang out. It’s probably all very torrid at first, Sid talking to Anna on a level like friends but separately talking to Geno about other deeper things - worried it might be crossing a line, worried it’s already crossed the line long ago that he feels a lot of attraction for G - but like Anna is SO BEAUTIFUL. And Geno and Anna flirt around him all the time, even while Anna leans against him while they talk and Geno makes sweet, sincere eye contact and says startlingly vulnerable things.
Sid is confusion.
To Anna, it’s completely transparent exactly what’s happening. She’s completely in favour of making this twosome a full blown party. Sid is sweet and generous and quietly funny and can do a smokey eye better than anyone she’s ever met before. And it’s really cute watching Evgeni get all flummoxed and romantic - not that she doesn’t still make him like that, but it’s all new all over again, and he’d do anything for Sidney’s pout which Anna doesn’t have any problems with taking advantage of. Zhenya’s had a very sweet and quite evident (although barely acknowledged) crush on Sid for a while, poking his head in when she’s watching Sid’s latest videos, concentrating intently doing his first ever sugar scrub to Sid’s exacting instructions, suddenly paying more attention when Anna mentions a new comment from Sid. It’s all been very tame, but very promising, and in person Sid is even more of a joy.
We want Sid eventually -when they live in the same place, trying to make their dynamic work in the real world outside of extended vacations to visit each other- constantly doing little things for Geno's face, like a teensy bit of mascara and some foundation a bit of stippling to fill in his frankly sadly patchy beard hotness quotient up 100%. A few years later, the stippling extends to the temples.
Anna just looking on adoringly or like...Sid and Anna mildly squabbling over what look to do next while Geno just watching videos of animals snuggling and waits for them to be finished.
BONUS
Tanger was actually the one that got Sid into vlogging. Tanger loves looking at himself? and hearing himself speak? and ranting? so he like had a vlog already. It was kind of performance art, kind of show reel for casting agents at the time.
So basically he kept bothering Sid to give him touch-ups like on the day to day and Sid eventually was like "wtf man."
Tanger without bothering to explain further: VLOGS
So then Sid was like naturally interested in the makeup ones and there were no boys? at least no boys doing like chill guy makeup, and glam, AND theatre???? So he started Crosbeauty and the rest is kind of history.
#headcanons from the icy void#Sid/geno/anna#sidgenoanna#hockey RPF#OT3#I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AND WAS KIND OF SO-SO
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HEWWO EVERYBODY IT’S END OF YEAR RECAP TIME WITH ME: UR PAL ARDO
First of all if ur reading this, merry christmas if u celebrate it and happy holidays if u don’t!!! Y’all are amazing people and I hope this time of year is a good one for you, and if it’s not I hope you find the time to do smth nice for urself!!
Dam this year has been crazy tho. I mean if ur dash is anything like mine you’ve prob seen all those posts talking about how long this year has felt re: the sheer amount of stuff happening. But on a more individual level there’s some stuff I wanna say I guess so in no particular order here is my Thoughts™ coz there’s been some good, some bad, and some weird this year.
So, this year has been a kind of wild one for me in terms of things changing. The big one being that I started university and kinda lost contact with most of my pals from high school. All goods tho, coz I met some amazing new people thru tabletop gaming who idk if I’m at the friends point with yet, but I defo wanna try and get there coz they’re cool as heck. It’s true what people say that starting university is a big change coz DAM things have been wild and hopefully are gonna keep being wild next year espc coz one of my online friends is moving down to start at my university and I’m super excited to meet her in person!! Speaking of meeting people in person I finally got to hang out with @chipmunkwithwings at her place and that was one of the highlights of my year for sure! She’s a super cool person and that week was just utterly brilliant.
Anyways while we’re on the topic of friends this year sure has been exciting for that as well. I’ve made some amazing new ones, gotten closer with some older ones, had some drift apart and thru it all I’ve learnt something important. Namely that, there’s nothing wrong with the friends I had before, but I’ve felt so much better and it’s just been so much healthier for me now I’ve also started pursuing and focusing on friendships with people around my age. It sounds weird to say, but despite having a good collection of close friends there was a part of me that was lonely, and that part has kinda stopped being so much now not all my friends are 10ish years older than me.
That’s one thing I’ve discovered, but this year has been a big one for discovery for me. I tried a bunch of different papers and found out that I hate international relations and love philosophy. I’ve started learning Swedish!! And probably the biggest and most important discovery: thanks to my friends telling me “dude you really need to do this” I’ve gotten on anti-depressants!!! Which have really been helping me so much. That’s probably.... my biggest regret is that I didn’t get on them a few years ago. Still, I’m on them now and my head is just working so much better. Also, and I’ve talked about this in an earlier post so if you wanna kno deets you can go read it, I properly I guess remembered? stopped repressing? how a friend abused me a few years ago and started working thru the issues I have because of that.
At this point I’m gonna put things under a cut coz this is where shit is gonna get long.
Some letters, to the people I’ve known this year. I know a LOT of people so I’m prob gonna not mention anyone so if I don’t mention you: I love y’all. Ur so so fucking brilliant all of u and I’m honored to know you and to have had this chance to be in contact with y’all. I’m deeply sorry for any way I might have wronged you over this year, and if any of you wronged ME I forgive you entirely. If any of you haven’t really talked to me, but want to; or if we’ve drifted outta contact and you wanna pick things back up or ANYTHING at all feel free to msg me anytime. My discord is ardentlyThieving#4893 and this is an open invitation to anyone reading this coz there’s a ton of cool ppl on here who I haven’t talked to as much as I’d like. Anyways onto the individual stuff.
To the afternoon gang. You guys all mean so so fucking much to me, more than probably anyone else. Ur my best support network, my greatest pals. Being friends with you all is a fucking delight. I know I’m not always active in our server, but trust me that it’s nothing on you. I’ve enjoyed every moment hanging out with you guys. Or well, most of them at least :P. We have the wildest conversations and trust me, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I know some of you guys have had a hard time this year and I’m so sorry that you guys are going thru that shit coz y’all deserve so much better. It’s my deepest hope that next year is a good one for all of you and if there’s every anything I can do you guys know where to find me. I love you so so so so so much and I hope these last few days of 2018 are as good for you as they can possibly be.
To the people of Eff’s servers. You guys are super duper cool. Being salty with y’all is so much fun and also so deeply annoying that people keep pulling this shit that we gotta be salty about. I love the fact that we can go from shitty meme posting (usually my fault) to having in depth n thoughtful conversations about just about anything (hopefully usually not my fault). Y’all are amazing people and it feels like you’ve all found urselves a bit more this year, which I’m so happy for you about.
To Sakshi. That’s right, u get an individual one. Ur like, my hero. Srsly dude the fact that ur so fucking patient with the utter dumbasses msging you and that u started this whole deep conversation that ur not backing down from? I’m so proud of you, I admire you so much, and you have my utmost support. Hmu if you ever need me to drag someone for you. Also i’m sorry to out you as a gamer to the fine people of tumblr dot com (actually I’m not that sorry) but it’s been so much fun playing swtor with you. And salt watching things with you. I love how fun our friendship is and also how we can have proper deep conversations like 10/10 A+ content.
To Hammi. Dude you are awesomesauce. My fave lesbian pal. I love memeing with you and gaming with you and chatting with you. Here’s to another great year broski!
To Clare. We’ve only just met at the very end of this year and I’m so glad we did. Ur super cool and funny and I love ur art n posts.
To my swtor guild. Another group of wonderful people who I’ve only just met. i’m so fucking excited to get to know all of you better coz y’all have such great swtor opinions and are so much fun to play with. Sorry about what I did to the Gizka flagship bridge lmao.
To Sofa. DUDE HI! becoming friends with you this year has been one of the highlights. Thank you for all the support you’ve given me and for all the fun times we’ve had. I adore playing video games with you and I fucking love ur swtor ocs. You’ve been there for me so much, and I hope I’ve been there for you as well. Thank you for everything.
To Marie. Yet another person I met later on this year and haven’t had the chance to get so close with. Defo my bad there I need to msg you more often. Thanks for being there for me, even though I was kind of a shitty friend to you at one point. I didn’t deserve ur patience but you gave it to me anyway and I’m so fuckin grateful for that. I hope to make that up to you in the coming year. <3
To Jason. We were tight at the start of the year and kinda drifted apart which I regret. Msg me anytime dude and if you ever reinstall swtor you should totally hmu coz playing it with you was a ton of fun!!
To Traya. I know we’ve only talked on and off this year, but I’m so excited for you to be at my university and to hang out in person!! Hang in there dude, coz there’s so many cool people for you to meet and take it from me that university really is so much better than college.
Ok this is where the happy positivity ends!! Again I love y’all so much and I hope that next year is better for all of you then this one was!!! Thanks for being pals with me, I appreciate it so much even when I’m not great at showing it.
Coz there’s one more letter I gotta write coz after however many years I want closure. This is where it ends.
To Teri. Wow. I never thought I’d be saying ur name again. Well typing, but w/e. That first year we were friends was so fucking good and I’m glad we had that, coz you were a pretty cool person. I dunno why you decided to change all that and start hurting me and I’m probably never gonna understand but you know what? That’s ok. I don’t need to. You hurt me, I got out. I’m not sure, but I think you were being hurt by people as well and I hope you got out like I did. No matter how badly you treated me you still don’t deserve to be abused urself. Nobody deserves that. I don’t know if I forgive you, and I don’t know if I ever will, but I hope things are better for you now. I’m sorry for the times I wronged you while we were friends. This isn’t me saying I deserved to be abused by you, because I sure as hell didn’t, but well. Two wrongs don’t make a right and ur abuse doesn’t magically erase the times I wasn’t the greatest friend. I thought ignoring the things you did to me would make things better, but instead I let it all fester inside me and change my behaviour without realizing that’s what happened. So this is me letting go of it all. Coz you don’t get to fuckin take anything else away from me. I’m better now than I was then despite everything you did to me. This is me, making a conscious choice to heal and move on and grow. It’s not gonna be easy, but imma do it and it’s gonna be so fucking wonderful. This is Arden signing out because you don’t GET to have any control over my life anymore. Never ever again.
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The Game, Part 3
Characters: Triple H, Reader, Sami Zayn
Word Count: 2,990
Warnings: swearing of course. mild mention of nudity, mature content. alcohol mention.
Before You Read: Part 1 and Part 2 requested by @deanammbrose
Author’s Note: Wow, part 3! I can’t even believe it tbh. Tag list at the bottom.
Every time I stare into the sun
Tryin’ to find a reason to go on
All I ever get is burned and blind
Until the sky bleeds the pouring rain... (x)
You woke up in a place that wasn’t yours and the unrelenting pain of a throbbing headache.
Where am I? You thought. Emma’s apartment? Sasha’s condo? It was hard to tell.
The curtains were closed across the wide balcony doors, and you were thankful for whomever had thought to close them. The Florida sun was unforgiving, but it couldn't do much in the way of drapes or blankets of clouds.
There was a digital alarm clock on the wooden nightstand. It was eleven o'clock in the morning. 11:13, to be exact.
A beeping sound. The sizzling of meat. What meat, you didn't know. But damn if it didn't smell amazing. The sound of clattering pots and pans as someone fished for a specific size. The beeping came to a stop, the sound of a microwave opening and closing.
You peered through the open doorway, holding your head in agony. You couldn't see anyone from there; the kitchen seemed to be behind the nearest wall.
“Bex?” You called hesitantly, still unsure whose apartment you were in. No answer.
“Alexa?” You tried, to the sound of silence.
You thought about it for a minute. It wasn't any of the others, that was for certain. You’d been to Bayley’s loft before, and Charlotte lived in a small but luxurious house gifted to her by her father, and Emma’s apartment was smaller than this one.
Surely, you thought, as the gears clicked in your mind. Surely not…?
“Good morning, [Y/N]. How’d you sleep?”
The wide frame of Hunter Hearst Helmsley appeared from the kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hand. He was dressed in a casual way you’d never seen him in before, a black tee that hugged his frame and loose fitting, plaid pajama pants. Waiting for an answer, he held out the coffee mug, eyes telling you to take it.
“...Awful, thanks for asking.” You took a sip of the dark substance, pursing your lips at the bitter taste. It was black. No sugar.
“Oh, I apologize, I didn't put anything in it. Wasn’t sure how much sugar you took in your coffee.” He passed you the ceramic jar of sugar and handed you a teaspoon, then turned back to what looked like strips of bacon sizzling on the stove behind him, as well as scrambled eggs on the neighboring stove top.
“Thank you. You didn’t even have to make me coffee.” You hastily dropped six spoonfuls of sugar into the steaming cup while he wasn't looking, stirring anxiously.
This was insane. You were in Hunter’s apartment. Hunter. Your boss. What the fuck were you doing here?
You thought back, trying to shuffle through the memories of last night: Hunter had asked the women of NXT out for drinks to celebrate how well all of you were doing. You recalled Becky flirting with Ed, Sasha playing with Charlotte, Bayley’s wide eyes and embarrassed smile at being called upon to be Becky’s wing woman. Emma, chatting along with Alexa.
And Hunter…you remembered talking to him alone.
Shit...you didn’t? No...no fucking way.
You bit your lip, contemplating it all. After extensive thinking, you figured the best thing to do was to burn your esophagus with coffee and be done with it, so you took another huge sip of coffee.
“Fuck.”
“[Y/N]?” Hunter was facing you now, concerned. “You all right?”
You struggled to speak as you fanned your seared tongue, panting violently. Of course this would happen to you.
But then of course, you were asking for it.
“Uhhh…” you started, a lisp faintly recognizable as your tongue began to swell, and you squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment. Why were you like this?
His lips curled up suddenly, for a brief moment, before his expression became serious again. He found your current condition amusing, you realized.
“Whath tho gothdamn funny?” You blurted out angrily. You gave yourself a mental kick in the ass for sounding so fucking stupid. The lisp was doing nothing to help your humorless inquiry.
“Nothing.” He responded quickly, turning away from you so that you wouldn’t see the smirk had reappeared on his face.
“Oh, you fuckin’ athhole,” your eyes narrowed at him. But just as you were about to unleash the floodgates of your fury, you felt a sharp pang on the side of your head, stopping you.
“Jeethuth fuck,” you sighed breathlessly, fingers probing at your forehead gingerly as you winced, “my brain.”
Hunter turned off the stove, grabbing the spatula and setting the bacon on a plate with a paper towel on top to soak up the excess grease. Guess that explained that, then. He looked good because he still took care of himself.
When he finished up with that, he grabbed two more plates, serving the both of you ample amounts of scrambled eggs. He poured you a glass of orange juice for good measure, and set a bottle of ibuprofen down next to your plate.
“For the headache,” he explained. “Take one or two once you’ve eaten your fill.”
The next few minutes were spent in silence as you picked at your food like a small six year old child, while he scarfed his eggs and bacon down like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. You stared at him, mortified, but dropped your gaze back down at your plate when he caught you.
And then...you frowned as you pinched the clothing covering your chest. An extra large black DX T-shirt that hardly covered your ass as you sat on the freezing cold stool. Just black panties underneath. Which means someone took off your dress...and your bra, last night.
You froze, feeling the intensity of his gaze on you, though you couldn't see it. You swallowed nervously, picking up your fork and beginning to dig in with more enthusiasm as a million thoughts ran through your mind about the man in front of you.
You tried to remember it...how you got there. You took a sip of the orange juice, shunning the coffee to the edge of the island counter as far away from you as possible. With a bit of difficulty, you managed to pop open the bottle of pills and pour out two of them, tactfully keeping your eyes from his own. You placed the two pills on your tongue, and drank them with the orange juice.
Your stifled, hiccoughing laughter echoed across the stairs. Your jacket was slung over his shoulder, and you were in Hunter’s arms, your arms dangling, hooked loosely around his thick neck. One of his hands wrapped around your back, fingers lightly pressing against your right breast, while the other hand held your legs close. They burned your bare skin, but your drunkenness didn’t seem to mind it at all.
“You carried me up here?”
He cleared his throat, nodding. “You were wasted, and no one knew where you lived.”
You cocked your head. “I could've gone to Sasha’s or Bayley’s.”
“You could’ve. But I didn't want them to have to take care of you, not when they had training to do in the early morning.”
Your mouth gaped open in understanding. “Oh, right. Completely forgot about that.” You glanced over at the clock on the microwave door behind him. It was 11:55.
“Shit,” you stood up quickly, the stool scratching on the floor with a squeal. “My training class is at one. I gotta get home.” Flustered, you headed back into his bedroom, stopping at the doorframe when you realized this was his room and you had no right to barge into it. You looked back at him, silently asking for permission.
His arms were draped across the kitchen island looking as relaxed as any man could be, and he nodded in response.
You hopped into his room, tip-toeing around softly. Though you’d already been given approval, it still made you feel awkward. You observed there were no clothes on the floor, what he’d worn last night was thrown in a hamper in a corner of the room. Scanning further, you noticed an olive green chair beside the window, your dress and your bra draped over it delicately. You pulled the DX shirt up and over your head and picked up the bra to put it on.
In the other room, Hunter shifted on his feet, wondering to himself. Chances are, she’s going to think I helped her with her clothing. He tilted his head all the way back, eyes squinting at the ceiling, hoping to come up with some sort of story, in case you asked. I did, but she doesn’t need to know that. You didn’t know that when you came across the threshold of his Florida home and he set you down on his silk sheets that you called back out to him, begging him to help you pull down the zipper of your sequined dress. You didn’t know that he walked back, sighing exasperatedly and sat next to you on the bed and did as you pleaded. You didn’t know that you fumbled at the clips of your bra and proceeded to whine until he unclipped it for you. You didn’t know that he swallowed nervously, shying away from gazing at your beautiful body as his broad hands touched your soft, bare back fleetingly. That he went into his dresser drawer and grabbed the first shirt he found to cover your breasts from his view. That you giggled as he handed it to you, when you dropped it, “oops, butterfingers!” That he draped the shirt over your shoulders blindly, walking quickly out of his own bedroom to catch his fucking breath.
That he had to beat one out in the shower as you slept deeply not one room away.
He was at the door to his bedroom knocking before you even realized it, causing you to jump in fright, whipping around to see if he had caught a view of your ass before you’d put his shirt back on.
“Hey, didn’t mean to scare you.” You couldn’t see him. He was politely waiting at the edge of the doorframe, his back against the outer wall. “I was just going to ask you if you wanted me to call you a cab.” His head turned towards you just a bit, in order to hear your reply.
“Um, yes please. That’d be great.” You picked up your jacket, fishing through the pockets for your phone. When you pulled it out, you were only mildly surprised to find it out of battery. “Typical,” you muttered.
With your jacket tied around your waist to hide the fact that you weren’t exactly wearing pants, you stepped out of the towne car, shielding your eyes from the blaring light of the sun. The sunshine state had most definitely earned its sobriquet, and you’d only been here a couple weeks. You opened the gate to the apartments, enjoying the cooling shade of the wide trees in the courtyard. Some other day, you would have stopped there, sat on the bench below the shade and read a book you’d been meaning to catch up on. But today was a different matter. You needed to get to the performance center in twenty goddamn minutes.
You practically glided up the stairs, taking them two by two as you ascended to the second floor. Panting, you bent down, resting your hands on your knees as you took a deep breath. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that so quickly after eating, especially without warming up. Fuck, maybe your hangover wasn't entirely gone, after all.
“Hey, [Y/N].” The soft, unassuming voice called out to you. Oh, no. Normally such a welcome would have made you smile. But all it did was make your stomach churn even more miserably. You looked up.
The most adorable ginger puppy to ever exist was sitting on your doorstep, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.
“Sami?” your heart leapt into your throat. “W-what are you doing here?”
“I - uh, I just got back. From Canada.” He pulled you into a hug, holding it for a moment despite your obvious tension. Pulling away, his eyes roamed down to your legs, where he noticed them bare as day beneath the DX shirt you were wearing, and he rubbed at the back of his neck, a sign that he was uncomfortable. “Why are you half naked? Why is your dress in your hand?”
You scrounged for your keys, hoping to not have to deal with this conversation any longer. You didn't like the idea of him finding out you’d been at Hunter’s. He’d end up putting two and two together and come to the wrong conclusion, because as far as you knew, you and Hunter hadn't actually done a thing. So you changed the subject as you unlocked the door.
“I thought you weren't going to be back for another week.” You said it like a question, hoping he’d take the bait and forget about why you were taking a walk of shame back to your apartment at almost one in the afternoon. Shuffling through your apartment, you dropped your keys off on the kitchen counter, passing through it to the living and then down the small hallway to your bedroom. You sensed Sami stop at the hallway as you burst through your room in a flurry, looking for your training bag and a set of gym clothes.
“Figured I’d been gone long enough. I visited my family, Kevin’s. Saw your mom. Everyone’s good.” He seemed to be edging closer, now leaning on the door frame to your room.
“You saw my mom?” You asked astonishedly, banging every dresser drawer in sight looking for the clothes you needed.
“Yeah, I did. Looked pretty happy to see me, actually. I don't think I’ve seen her for, what, two years? Since I got signed to NXT.”
“She always did love you best. More than Kevin.” Finding the shirt and pants you were looking for, you pulled off the DX shirt and threw it onto the bed. God, why was this so stressful?
Sami blushed, but you couldn’t tell if it was because of your body or because of the compliment. He shook his head, turning away as he sat down at the foot of your bed. “What? No. No way.” Suddenly, his face brightened immensely, and he walked out of your bedroom for a few moments, before he came back in with a wrapped package. “I almost forgot. Your mom asked me to bring this back for you, to save on postage. It’s beavertails.”
“God, I’ve been craving those for weeks! Merci, Sami.”
“Bienvenue, sweetheart.” Your heart skipped at his tender reply.
You caught his hand slowly gripping into a fist as he grasped the fabric of the DX shirt in his palm. Fuck, you thought. He sure had you on your toes, with all the feelings you’d felt from the moment you found him on your doorstep. He’s going to ask again.
“I’ve never seen you wear this shirt before.”
You swallowed the bile rising in your throat so irritatingly slowly. “Uh, yeah, it’s - it’s new.” You slipped on your pants, grabbing your training bag and slipping past Sami back into the living room, but of course he followed.
“Seems kinda big for you.” A pause. “You went out last night, dancing.”
A statement. An inquiry? Hard to tell. But you were so keen on making sure that he didn’t find out who you went with, that you didn’t stop to think exactly how the hell he knew about that.
“It’s for sleeping in; I like them big. And yeah, I did. With the girls. That’s why the dress.” It wasn’t a lie. You opened the door to the fridge to pull out a bottle of water and place it in your bag. “What’s it matter?”
A look of hurt flashed on Sami’s face briefly, though you weren't sure why. You were on your way out the door when you realized he was still inside. You turned back, waiting on him to come out as well. His eyebrows were still riddled with concern, as if there was something there that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Something you were hiding. Something he knew you were hiding.
“Nothing. By any chance, did you check your phone this morning?”
“Oh, shit.” You ran back into your apartment, looking for the charger. Thank God he reminded you about your phone, or else it would have stayed dead till you got home at the end of the day. When you came back with it, Sami was standing there - eyes on the ground, a pensive, somber look on his face. “I’ll charge it when I get there. You coming with me to the PC?” you asked politely, still extremely unsure where the both of you stood.
You wanted it to go back to the way it was, but you’d have to find the right time to speak with him, when you weren’t running late for training. Not to mention the fact that he had caught you off guard and you hadn't really rehearsed what you had planned to say to him yet. You needed to talk to Kevin again, for sure.
“Yeah, I’ll go with you. Want me to drive? That way I can drop you off so you can head to training and I’ll deal with parking.”
You flashed him a faint smile, throwing him the keys. “Sounds good, ginger. Now let’s go, before the sunshine blinds me to death.”
For what you’d expected when you found him, your first conversation with the man wasn’t that bad. In all sincerity, you’d expected a whole. Lot. Worse. It seemed to the both of you, that your friendship counted for something. Maybe...it wasn’t totally destroyed. You only hoped that you weren't pushing him away too much. This wasn’t going to be an easy fix. You were toeing a fine line, and it killed you to do it.
Last Note: oh god wha t the actual fuck am i doing
Part 4
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Mistakes // Stiles&Isaac&Derek&Scott
(note, we switched up the baddy halfway thru-ish so I left all the general baddy references and changed all specific names to the canon character we brought in >.> tho im not gonna say who it is because reasons... also deleted the ooc convo about whether to kill the poor guy or not lol such a great rp lol) (pic from here)
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You both like sciles, sterek, and omega verse.
You: I don't know why you bother with humans... they're so useless. (unsigned text from Stiles' phone)
Stranger: You think you are better than them? SM
Stranger: You sound just like Derek. SM
You: Not Derek, no, but I am definitely better. I mean, Stiles is barely able to keep from crying for goodness sake and I haven't even done anything to him yet. (unsigned)
Stranger: Who are you? SM
Stranger: If you fucking touch Stiles I will rip your throat out. Scott told me and I'm already on my way to fucking destroy you. DH
You: (to Scott) That doesn't matter, what matters is what you're going to do for me in order to keep Stiles in one piece. (unsigned) (to Derek) My, my, such threats! How do you know where we are, silly goose? You're as useless as humans are. You'll do better to go and help Scott, so you can get your precious Stiles back. (unsigned)
Stranger: What do you want? SM I have calmed Derek. SM
You: You better put a leash on that puppy, I have no qualms about separating Stiles from his fingers, if you catch my drift. (unsigned) You're going to bring my your father's laptop. (unsigned) And don't try and be smart and bring a random laptop, I'll know and you'll never see Stiles again. (unsigned)
Stranger: Why do you want that? SM Show me that Stiles is safe first. SM
You: Does that *really* matter?? (unsigned) [incoming SMS: img_442.jpg (slightly blurry photo of Stiles tied to a chair, pulling away from whoever's taking the picture with a scared expression)]
You: Satisfied? Tick tock, I'm giving you one hour. Every half hour after that that I don't have the laptop in my hands, Stiles loses a finger (unsigned)
Stranger: Where do we bring it? SM
Stranger: Don't touch him. SM
You: The entrance to the preserve. Text me when you're there. (unsigned)
Stranger: Okay. SM [Ten minutes later] We are here. We have the laptop. Give us Stiles. SM
You: Instead of replying, the omega moved from out behind the tree he was hiding behind. "You get Stiles when I verify it's the right laptop, Scotty-boy..." He jerked his head towards a stump about half way between the two of them, "Put it down there and then back off and don't try anything funny, I know where Stiles is and you don't, if you kill me, he's dead in a few days."
Stranger: Derek's eyes flashed a deep shade of crimson at the strong omega scent and growled loudly at him, about to jump to attack him as Scott reached to stop him. "I want to fucking rip his heart out right now! Where is my Stiles?!" He yelled at him, trying to be calmed down by Scott. "It is the right laptop, here." The beta said, slowly approaching him, glancing back at Derek from time to time. "Who are you? What do you want from us?"
You: Despite himself, the omega flinched at Derek's shouting and he bared his fangs to growl back, keeping a wary eye as Scott approached. "I want that damn laptop, are you thick?" he spat, eyes moving from Derek to Scott and back again, "Put the laptop /down/ and back off or I swear to god I will never tell you where he is."
Stranger: And that's when Derek lost it, this omega thinking he could disrespect him, growl back, thinking he was better. Derek practically threw himself into the smaller male, growling loudly as he bit into his neck, punching him repeatedly before picking him up and slamming him against a tree. "You have two seconds before I rip one arm off your body." He said, Scott frozen in shock, never having seen Derek being this feral.
You: The omega howled in pain, not expecting Derek to attack and put Stiles in more danger. The wind was nearly knocked out of him when he was slammed against the tree and he coughed, blood dripping out of his mouth. "H-he'll die... you fucking idiot..." there was no more venom in the omega's tone, just pain and a thread of desperation, "Don't... d-don't fucking... let me go... let me go, I'll tell you where he is..." This plan had gone sideways in the most spectacular way and the only thing the omega could think to save his life was to get the hell out of there.
Stranger: Derek was shifted, eyes red, staring deeply into the omega's eyes, knowing that due to his nature he would submit to him. Slamming him a few times against the tree out of pure anger, he saw the blood dripping down the spot on the neck he had bitten and then growled loudly right into his face. "If he dies I'll make sure you don't. And you'll wish you were dead." He stated, digging his claws into the omega's arm. "Where is he?!" He yelled right into his face, panting heavily. Scott approached the too, as well as the omega, he was intimidated by the alpha, almost forcing himself to approach the two. "Der-I mean Alpha...Please calm down. We need to go get Stiles." He said, trying to calm the other who almost doubled him in size down.
You: The omega whimpered, unable to meet Derek's eyes. Fear gripped his throat as Derek slammed him again and again into the tree, making his head spin. He cried out in pain when sharp claws pierced his skin and he flinched, tears starting to well up in his eyes when Derek yelled in his face. "F-f-.... fine..." he stammered out, "J-just l-..." the request died on his lips when Derek's grip tightened, "Okay, okay, okay, okay /please/... h-he's in an old ranger cabin... 5 miles south west.... just.. please let me go...."
Stranger: Derek was panting heavily, forcing the omega to look at him. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" He ordered, setting him down and taking him by the arm, beginning to walk in the direction of his car. "You are not leaving until I see my man is unharmed." He stated, unable to shift back due to having reached such high rage. Even Scott was scared as he got into the driver's seat, Derek shoving the omega in the back with him, wrapping the seatbelt tightly around the omega's small body and stared deeply at him. "Now you are going to give us an answer to every question, got it? Who are you and what do you want with that laptop?" He said,having held a fistful of the omega's hair previously.
You: The omega tried fruitlessly to get out of Derek's grip, his throat and body very slowly starting to heal. "No, please, let me go!" He was blubbering the entire way to the car and cried out when Derek grabbed his hair, "L-Lahey... Isaac Layhe, I....." he swallowed thickly as the engine started, "Head to... head to f-fifth street.. that's the qu-quickest way...." he hoped Derek would forget about the 'why he wanted the laptop' question, "I didn't hurt him... I swear... I just... maybe.... h-he's not hurt... he's not hurt..."
Stranger: "You think I'm just going to let you go?" He laughed at that, letting go of his hair and breathing in deeply, getting the other's strong alpha scent. "Why Stiles, huh? Did you really think you were better than him? More important than him?" He kept yelling, even making Scott whimper at it.
"Fucking answer why you wanted the laptop and why Stiles." He said, wrapping his hand around the omega's slim neck, his claws digging into the skin. "If you don't answer I'll make sure to take your left eye out."
You: "F-fuck..." the omega cursed under his breath, pushing as far into the door as he could to try and put some distance between himself and Derek. He was shaking hard, not expecting live, and he couldn't get his mouth to work when Derek grabbed his throat, "F-... Don't! D-don't... please don't... I... S-Scott's dad has... he has f-files on me... I n-.. I n-needed to get them so I could know what h-he knows... S-Stiles because... b-because he's S-Scott's best friend and I thought... I thought it would make it easier to get Scott to help... easiest to... easiest t-to take...."
Stranger: Derek listened to him, noticing how fast the omega's heart was beating, how truly afraid for his life he was and retrieved his hand, exhaling deeply as he pulled back and sunk into the leathered seat, looking out of the window until it hit him quite strongly and he howled loudly as he would usually do to find the others from the pack, but as Stiles was human, he could not really howl back to let the others know about his location. "If you let him go Scott, I will personally shove my whole arm up your ass." He warned him and literally jumped off the moving car, rolling and then running to find Stiles, following just by his scent and Scott followed close behind him and soon enough Derek was jumping through a window of the cabin, looking everywhere for his boy. "Stiles!?" He called out, panting heavily.
Scott parked outside of the cabin, keeping the doors locked as he turned around to look at the omega. "You chose the wrong person to kidnap, little one."
You: Isaac wasn't stupid enough to relax when Derek let go of his throat and he startled badly when Derek howled, hands clamping over his ears as he curled in on himself with a sob. This was so amazingly bad, he couldn't even think straight, panic had him in such full grips that he didn't even notice Derek jumping out of the car. Stiles was in the back room of the cabin, tied to a chair with ropes that were starting to dig into his skin as he kept twisting his wrists to try and get free. The sick fuck who had taken him had put his phone between his teeth and taped it there. Desperately, knowing he needed to get away before the guy came back, Stiles worked at the edge of the tape against his shoulder, managing to get it up enough to get the phone out of his mouth. It was just then that he heard a loud howl and he jerked up, the phone pulling the rest of the tape free and clattering to the floor a few feet away. "Shit, shit, shit, shit..." Stiles didn't know if that was Derek or not, he hoped to hell it was but he couldn't stick around to find out if it wasn't. He kept pulling at the ropes before tipping his chair over and crying out in pain as he hit the floor. He needed to get to his phone and he started to try and wriggle closer to it. The front door slammed open and Stiles flinched before he heard his name, "Derek!! Derek! Derek, I'm in here! Derek!" He couldn't stop the tears as relief washed through him, his head dropping to the floor as he kept pulling against the ropes and calling for his Alpha.
Stranger: Derek's heart raced as he heard the boy's voice, running right through an old door, that being no match for his alpha size and saw the boy on the floor quickly rushing to help him out of the ropes,breaking them with his claws before he was even able to shift back and pulled the smaller male against his broad chest, pressing his noise against his neck, breathing in his scent as he just held him close, feeling his heartbeat against his chest and how his breathing was just as heavy as his. "You are safe. I've got you now."
You: Stiles jolted when Derek came crashing through the door, smiling through his tears. He scrambled the moment he was free, reaching out for Derek and wrapping his arms tightly around him as he cried. He couldn't even speak, just blubbering out half-words and choking back sobs as he tried to burrow in as close as he possibly could to the alpha. Isaac looked up when Scott spoke, still shaking like a leaf, and glared at him. Scott was just a beta, stronger than him, yes, but no alpha. "Don't call me that." he snarled, eyes darting to the cabin and back to Scott, "Let me go." he absolutely had no faith that Scott would comply but he demanded it anway.
Stranger: "I'm here. I'm here now, I won't let anything bad happen to you, okay baby? Daddy's got you." He murmured, he last part coming off a bit too natural for him. He held the boy tightly against his chest, trying to soothe him, nose pressed against his neck as he scented him but then his just had to look at his face, gently inspecting it before he leaned in for a kiss, a deep kiss, a needy one,showing Stiles how much he cared, how much he needed him, letting their tongues meet and dance with each other. Scott looked at the omega shaking his head. "I can't do that and you know it. I'm just as scared of him as you are. And don't try anything stupid because... He is one of the best hunters I know." He warned the boy.
You: Slowly but surely Stiles was starting to calm down, Derek's presence alone knocking away the vast majority of his anxiety. He believe the alpha absolutely, he was safe and nothing bad was going to happen. He sniffed, wiping at his nose as he looked up into Derek's eyes when he called himself Daddy, the word making his belly twist in the best possible way. His lips parted a little as Derek checked him over and his eyes closed for the kiss, one arm moving to wrap around Derek's neck to get in closer. There was a little whimper in the back of his throat as he clung to his alpha, hoping he was giving as much comfort as he was giving. Isaac snorted and looked out the window. Of course he wouldn't let him go. The thread was very clear and his eyes snapped back to lock onto Scott's when he heard it and he could barely bite back his retort. He didn't want to make things worse and threatening Scott and Derek's entire pack at this particular time would not be conducive to that goal. "What's he gonna do to me?" he asked instead, doubting that he wanted to know.
Stranger: Derek's big hands moved to hold Stiles' waist tightly to squeeze his ass roughly, showing a possessiveness over the smaller male as soon his tongue took dominance over the other, telling him where to move and how to do so as he began walking forward until he had Stiles pressed against a wall. "I would never let anything happen to you, I love you so much." He almost purred, eyes flashing red for a moment as he began to pants, slowly pushing Stiles' jeans down, many emotions overwhelming him and his feral side was slowly starting to take over. Scott sighed deeply at that, frowning as the two were taking a bit too long. "If Stiles is safe, probably nothing, I hope so. He might investigate on you, see how dangerous you are and-" He suddenly stopped as a strong overwhelming alpha scent soon filled his nostrils, making a whimper escape from his lips, uncomfortably shifting on his seat as Derek's scent got stronger.
You: Stiles moved easily under Derek's guidance, long ago learning that he could trust the Alpha with everything. He let out a small breath when his back hit the wall, fingers fisting into the fabric of Derek's shirt as he moved his hips to help get his jeans down. "I-..." he tried to get his voice back, swallowing hard past the lump in his throat, "I love you, Derek, fuck, please... I n-..." he choked up again, his need for a reminder of how much he belonged to Derek so palpable he couldn't get his mouth to express it, "Please..." he gasped, nuzzling in against his neck needfully. Isaac’s eyes went wide, picking up on Derek's scent at the same time Scott did. "J-Jesus...." he breathed out, eyes locking on to the cabin as a flurry of emotions crossed his face. The scent was overpowering and it make Isaac blush at how badly he was drawn to it. "He's...." he couldn't make eye contact with Scott as his hand tried to press inconspicuously against his growing erection, "What the fuck...." was all he could get out under his breath, eyes dropping to the floor of the car.
Stranger: Derek exhaled shakily, wishing, begging for Stiles to be an omega so he could be self lubricated and properly adjust to his alpha length which Stiles knew so well was nothing like the usual human ones. It was a pure alpha cock, putting everyone else's to shame. "We can. I really want to... Knot you, but I'll hurt you." he breathed out, his own cock beginning to release big loads of precum to lubricate itself, making a wet spot on his jeans. "I want to fuck your brains out and hear you scream my name, Stiles." He breathed out, squeezing the other's ass tight enough to bruise the skin. Scott whimpered at how strong the scent was and how much he needed the alpha, hating the feeling he got out of it, knowing that Stiles would never enjoy Derek to his fullest. "He's in rut..." Scott breathed out, unable to stop himself as he began to rub his crotch, whimpering pathetically, begging for Derek.
You: Stiles knew it would hurt, he didn't even know if it would... well, work without proper lube. Derek's precum might not be enough but he didn't care. He needed Derek and he could feel the alpha's cock straining at his jeans. He slid a hand between them, palming at Derek's length as he whimpered. "Please... it's, it's okay Derek, I n-need you, you got... there's enough here.." he said, fingers brushing over the wet spot on the alpha's jeans, "Please..."
Isaac grit his teeth, huffing out a sharp breath as Scott's arousal started to surround him as well. "Fuck..." he cursed under his breath as he felt some slick starting to leak out of his ass, "Stiles... Stiles is /human/, he can't... he won't slick..." Every muscle in his body was tense, he didn't know why he'd said it, maybe out of some misplaced desire to provide for the alpha where the human couldn't but that didn't even make sense in his head and he lightly banged his head against the window once, to try and shut himself up.
Stranger: Derek growled at that, forcing Stiles to bend over as he began to grind against his ass, the sound of fabric ripping as his jeans were being unable to hold his length. But then he remembered the last time he fucked Stiles raw, no prep no anything, he couldn't stop himself, he had forced himself into the other and it had been messy, blood everywhere and Stiles couldn't stop crying and that scene still brings him nightmares."Please, you should let me turn you so I can knot you....So i can fuck you properly." He begged, tracing his fangs against Stiles' neck until he got the strong omega scent, the slick, the delicious slick and he began to lose it, his cock swollen, forced its way out of his pants, ripping a hole right through it, the gigantic Alpha cock being set free, thick, uncut and covered in delicious precum, Derek's cock truly was one admired among the werewolf community as it put to shame every alpha and made every omega's mouth water. Then Scott unlocked the doors as he got the smell of Derek's fresh seed, his body not really able to produce slick, still felt like he needed Derek's seed inside of him but then the omega's scent got to him and climbed into the back seat, reaching for Isaac’s hand and placing it on his cock. "Just us... We can't get between them. He's too big." He whispered, knowing that in one try to soothe the Alpha's rut, long ago they had all agreed that Derek would knot Scott, yet it did not work since he was not an omega and Scott had trouble healing for three days as he laid in bed. An alpha truly needed his omega.
You: Stiles gasped when Derek bent him over and started to grind against him, his body starting to tremble as it remembered the last time they'd tried. It hadn't worked out very well at all and Stiles felt fresh tears pricking at his eyes at his uselessness. The fucking werewolf who'd kidnapped him had been right. Human's were worthless. His head tilted to the side, giving Derek full access to his neck as he panted heavily. "T-turn me... turn me, please, I can't... I can't stand this, I need to... I want to be /yours/, Derek, please..." he sobbed fully, pressing back against Derek as hard as he could, rolling his hips back to feel the thick cock in the valley between the cheeks of his ass.
Isaac startled when Scott got out of the car, not knowing what to expect. He was blushing furiously as Scott got in the back seat, unable to take his eyes off the beta. He wanted Derek, wanted the alpha, but knew he'd never have him and Scott was /there/. There was a gush of slick as his lip curled, still not entirely convinced he /had/ to but the feel of Scott's cock, firm in his jeans made him abandon all inhibitions. He grabbed the front of Scott's shirt and pulled him in, kissing him roughly, a sloppy, messy thing full of teeth and tongue.
Stranger: Derek listened to the boy speak and felt chills go down his spine as he shifted again, his wolf form bigger and stronger, easily ripping Stiles' pants in half as he pressed his swollen tip against the boy's entrance, covering it with precum as his nose dug on the boy's neck until he found the right spot and his fangs dug right into the skin as he was forcing his tip to enter him, feeling the boy's walls rip as they were unable to hold his tip in and he just pushed back, letting go of him, watching how the venom got into his bloodstream before he ran outside to find the omega's scent. Howling loudly, he got a few howls back, the shirt unable to hold his bigger chest was ripped in half, having fallen back inside of the cabin and his jeans were left behind, leaving the big alpha completely naked. He went towards the car, slamming the door open and reaching for Scott's hair, shoving him away of the omega and growling at him before he ripped the clothes off Isaac's body, his mouth watering at the sight in front of him.
You: It had been a long time since Stiles was scared of Derek. The man was a beast but he was no monster. At least not up until that point. He knew what he'd asked for, knew it would be painful, but knowing an experiencing are two very, very different things. Whimpering as Derek nosed at his neck, Stiles tried to anticipate but he couldn't have. There was no way to anticipate the feel of sharp fangs piercing your skin at the same moment that a too-large cock tried to split him in half. He couldn't even cry out, the pain caught in his throat as he slumped to the ground when Derek pushed him away. Panting hard, Stiles shifted on the floor, tears streaming down his face as the pain of the venom tore through his body until it was too much and the wailing started. Isaac had pulled away from Scott when Derek came out, reacting physically to the howl as more slick lubed his entrance. He was breathless when Scott was torn away from him but he soon forgot about the beta. He forgot everything, all there was in that moment was Alpha, and Isaac keened low as he tried to turn himself over to present his ass properly, hindered by the limited space in the back seat. SLick was dripping down his ass now and he was more than ready for an alpha's cock inside of him. He needed it more than air.
Stranger: Derek saw how wet the other's pants had gotten as he presented himself and Derek was heavily salivating. He wrapped an arm around the omega and took him to the front of the car, spreading his legs wide as he looked as his hole, leaning to trace his tongue from the boy's thigh up to his entrance, tasting his delicious slick before getting a strong hold of his hips and slamming his cock inside of the boy, forcing a huge stretch on his lubed walls, practically wrecking them as his cock slammed deep inside of him, more than any human could handle and hovered over him, wrapping his arms around the omega's waist as he began to mark his neck. Scott was quick to react, stumbling backwards and having his nostrils filled with his Alpha's rut, he saw the huge member and couldn't help but touch himself as he watched how the Alpha just forced himself into the omega, no prep no anything and the Omega presented himself like a good sub to the Alpha. He slowly approached the two, pressing kisses to the Alpha's chest before he leaned down and began to lick his balls, just needing to please him until he heard his best friend inside of the cabin and forced himself to check on him, his lips covered in slick and precum. He then saw Stiles on the floor and was quick to wrap his arms around him, noticing the bite on his neck. "Oh no." He breathed out, mostly out of jealousy since he would never be able to have Derek inside of him again as Stiles would most likely turn as an omega.
You: Isaac yipped in surprise when Derek hauled him out of the back seat but he moved as Derek needed him to, letting himself be arranged on the front of the car. He was panting heavily and whined as Derek licked up to his hole. The feel of the stretch from Derek's cock was immense, like nothing he'd ever felt before but oh how good it felt. His head moved to the side as the alpha marked his neck, quiet noises whispering from the back of his throat.Derek was completely surrounding him, the only thing Isaac's mind could process was the feel of the cock in his ass, the teeth at his neck, and the scent of Alpha. Everything else was superfluous and didn't even register as his body kept his ass nice and slick to accommodate the alpha. Stiles' cry cut off when he felt arms around him but it took him a moment to realize it was Scott. "S-Scott..." his tone was edged in the pain he felt as he shifted, curling in against his best friend, one hand grabbing the front of his shirt as he overheated, "Scott, he... I'm..."
Stranger: Derek's hands squeezed the Omega's waist, keeping every thrust rough as the omega's scent filled his lungs and overwhelmed him to the point that he simply lost it, starting to growl lowly, biting into his skin and having his hands feel, touch everywhere around the other's body until one wrapped around the Omega's neck, squeezing tightly. "Mine." He growled, nosing the Omega's cheek to get his attention. Scott looked at the blood between Stiles' thighs and frowned deeply, now knowing exactly what had happened. "Hey, I'm here. Everything is going to be okay, I promise." He said as he held the boy close to his chest, pressing kisses to his temples as he tried to soothe him.
You: Isaac didn't know which way was up, the only thing keeping him from passing out was the solid, grounding feel of Derek's hands on him. They were possessive in their exploration and it was just enough of a distraction from the fucking to keep him present. He made a small noise when Derek's hand wrapped around his neck and he instantly turned to nuzzle against the alpha affectionately. Had he been more with it he wouldn't have, surely, but he wasn't, his instincts to submit, to please, taking over as he parted his lips slightly and moaned in pleasure. Though it was difficult to do much of anything, Isaac tilted his hips a little more, his own cock leaking precum over the grill of the car, mixing with the slick already there. Stiles clung to Scott and tried not to cry, clung to his words tighter than the beta himself. His quiet reassurances were a lifeline and Stiles couldn't let go. "Derek... wh-where's Derek? Where...." he tried to shift his weight, wanting to stand to go find his alpha but it made his wounds worse and he cringed, slumping back against Scott in exhaustion.
TB-fuckin-C :D
#Stiles#Derek#Stiles/Derek#stiles stilinski#derek hale#Scott McCall#alpha derek#isaac lahey#mistakes rp
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Tommy & Meena/Meena & Ro
Slides into ya DMs a million years later
Tommy: [Sends her a link to a facebook post about their dance teacher from when they were kiddos] Tommy: As if she's retiring! 😮 It doesn't seem 5 mins since she was calling me out for picking my nose like Tommy: I wanna get her a pressie or something, what you reckon? 🤔 Gin or bubbles Meena joined the chat 105 minutes ago Meena: I know, crazy isn't it, sure she's telling everyone she doesn't feel anywhere near old enough (hoping they'll say she doesn't look it either) Bless her Meena: and it is a pretty nasty habit I hope you left behind, in fairness 😛 Meena: I don't think she'll oppose either, I'll go in with you on it if that's alright Meena: We should, really Tommy: 😂 Mostly. We all have our off days though, yeah? Bet your thumb still be looking tempting on the reg 😜 Tommy: Fuck it let her be down with the kids and chug down a 'trendy' gin Tommy: Yeah I was gonna ask if you did wanna but knowing you I didn't wanna assume you hadn't already gone all out like 🎉 Tommy: 😇 to my 😈 Meena: Never! That rancid nail paint Ana got me put me off for life Meena: could totally rock a mani now, even if pedis are forever out of the question 💃👣 Meena: I hadn't actually, been so busy with this band stuff with your sisters and that Meena: Probably wouldn't have done it if you hadn't, doesn't want any old riff-raff she barely remembers showing up Meena: her ⭐pupil though, that's different Tommy: fair, she's been at me bout it too Tommy: needs my skills appaz but it'll cost her Tommy: come on, it takes two to tango! nothing without the baby to my johnny 💑 Meena: Nice try but I'm not getting involved in sibling drama, I know better than that 🙅 Meena: my own Brother is going great lengths to avoid me so I'm chilling Meena: 😂 please Meena: if the other girl hadn't got knocked up, baby woulda been surplus from the start Tommy: Drama, me? Please 😂 Tommy: Nah tbh I'm excited to get involved Tommy: & see you lot in action ofc Tommy: Imagine! We'd have to have been going some to be dealing with pregnancy scares at that age even by my ma's standards Meena: 😏 Isn't it on your required curriculum? Meena: Can't blame you Meena: It has been a lot of fun Meena: It'll be good to see you too Meena: 😨 No thank you, I'll leave that to Ali, she's got it covered Meena: No way either of us could keep a child alive 😂 Tommy: You got me 🥊 Tommy: It looks it & the socials never lie Tommy: It'll be fab to see you too! 💙 Tommy: How've you been, girl? Meena: Naturally, filters need not apply Meena: Me? I'm all good Meena: Nothing to report, no pregnancy scares or slightly predatory older men Meena: How's the London life? Tommy: 👍 Tommy: Me either Tommy: Only the teachers 😂 Tommy: London's capital D dramatic but I'm surviving 🤩 Tommy: like you said, required, yeah? Meena: Don't even joke, Mr. Lucas, this new teacher, is soooo sketchy Meena: not that he's likely to go after me 😂 but there will be drama worth reporting there Meena: mark my words Meena: and don't lie, you so LIVE for it, don't you? 🙂 Tommy: Oh my god colour me unsurprised and deeply disturbed Tommy: Trying to big you up without calling you a lolita and all that jazz Tommy: but noted Tommy: Shame the news came too late to get my sister learning from the nuns Tommy: 😂 Meena: Thank the Lord we can rule out everyone but Caleb pretty much for Rio's daddy Meena: she's so cute 😍 Tommy: Right? she's his double Meena: Nah she looks a lot like Ali too Meena: still, Mr. Lucas has not gone that far is my point Meena: she hates him, its so funny 'cos your Ma can't even be mad 😂 Tommy: Yas! Glad she ain't protesting too much Tommy: None of us got time to be dealing with that level of drama even me 😏 Tommy: Ma can ALWAYS be mad tho Meena: I wouldn't like to say Meena: Trying to get me to badmouth all your family today...are you print screening this?! 🙊 Tommy: Only if it gets juicy 😂 Tommy: what'll it take to get you to throwdown on 'em? Meena: 🤐 Tommy: It's been good catching up Tommy: Soz I'm not better at it Meena: No, it's not all you Meena: I'm not the most social of bears Meena: and its been a while Meena: but it was nice 🙂 Tommy: we should get a drink when I'm back 🍹 do it proper Tommy: no pressure like and even less drama Meena: You got it in you to leave it in London? 🤔 Meena: but i'm up for it Meena: I don't drink drink though, just an FYI Tommy: I'll do it for the craic 🍀 Tommy: Still gonna dance on the tables tho, yeah? Meena: 😳🙈 guess so Meena: anything you do, i'll do backwards and in heels Meena: thems still the rules, last I checked Tommy: 👑💚 Tommy: Love it Meena: Okay...Can I just vent at you for a hot sec, Ro Meena: More than free to comment any way you see fit (of course) but also as free to say nothing if you can't or don't wanna Meena: Just need to get it out 'cos what even Ro: Oh...of course Ro: Go ahead Meena: [Screenshots Tommy in her DMs] Meena: so I know its awkward 'cos familial ties and whatnot but WHAT THE WHAT Meena: He's been ignorning me for what, 6 years? Meena: Perhaps a little dramatic but basically Meena: and now we're just meant to move on as if a. those years didn't happen and b. the ones BEFORE didn't either Meena: am I being insane? I tried not to sound it with him but I am at such a loss rn Ro Ro: Um...I'd say it's rather awkward regardless Ro: What was he thinking? Ro: You are most definitely not insane, in fact, I applaud how together you remained Ro: It's a nice idea, in theory, to reconnect, but that's all it can be and surely he must see that Ro: The past can't just be erased when it's convenient Meena: Ugh, thank you! Meena: I can tell you're not just yes-manning me and it is so appreciated 😘 Meena: You'd think it had been a couple of days, the way he just tried to pick up there Meena: I get it...I wish it was possible in many ways Meena: but if we're going to be anything more than passing acquiantances ever again then I'm afraid we need to have a convo more awkward than that one even! 😬 Ro: Exactly! Ro: We'd all love a quick fix but they simply don't exist, even if you are a McKenna Ro: I'm frankly at a loss for words Meena: I mean...guess it was a nice gesture? right? Meena: God, feel like I'm 9 and he's pretending to like me so he can laugh about me with his friends at break Meena: Ridiculous Ro: I suppose so, if misplaced and poorly timed Ro: Well that's hardly surprising considering you were a child when he last talked to you Ro: You don't have to go for a drink with him just because you agreed then, remember that Meena: I know Meena: but I don't know Meena: I think I want to? Meena: Maybe he wants to say his piece in person Meena: although, in that case, perhaps give an indication in the text! Meena: Walking into an ambush Ro: You don't have to decide now at least Ro: And you can always call me if it does turn into an ambush Ro: I'll act as if there's an emergency Meena: Ooh, good plan Meena: never felt like I was in a romcom before Meena: almost exciting except i feel a bit sick Ro: I understand that all too well Ro: Another idea, cliche though it is, would be to channel this situation into composing a song Ro: Just don't let him know he's the subject Meena: it might be time to embrace the clichedness of it all Meena: the others would be proud Ro: They certainly would Meena: if not a little curious where all these deep feelings had sprung from Meena: oh the shame 🙈 Ro: True, but have no fear, my lips are sealed Ro: Whilst we're on the subject though, how do you feel about him getting involved with the band? Meena: Thanks, Ro 💛 Meena: I mean, I don't mind...I don't WANT to mind, it should be fine Meena: He's a part of my life as long as you guys are but that was admittedly far more abstract when he was more Meena: gone Meena: I am going to try, it would be good for the band, and me, to get over this Ro: Never mind the others, I'm very proud of you, Meena Ro: And for what it's worth, I think that's the right move, after all, he won't be away at school forever Ro: Should he decide to come back home for good you too are bound to interact more Meena: Exactly Meena: Can't ban him from Dublin and activities with his fam Meena: but I also don't think I need to exile myself...far too cliche for words and I frankly, don't want to Meena: I feel better for having talked it out...I just felt absolutely insane, like I was in topsy-turvy land or something, there for a sec Meena: Thanks again Ro, it means a lot Ro: What are friends for? No need to thank me, I'm just glad you feel better Ro: A very strange day for you indeed Ro: Tomorrow is a new one though at least and I'll be here if you need to talk again Meena: Truly! So strange manners were dropped at the door Meena: When we talk again I WILL ask how you are and what's going on with you Meena: I promise 😘 Ro: I have no doubt whatever Ro: But you're forgiven Ro: If there was ever a time for such an entitlement it was now Meena: 💛
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