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jksprincess10 · 4 months ago

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Something in the shadows || 5. limbo

Summary: When a girl is found by Ellie just outside of Jackson, covered in what seems to be scratches from a beast, the community realizes that the infected might not be the only monsters out there.

CWs: Dark!Joel, monster!Joel, werewolf!Joel, NOT an omegaverse fic, fated mates, DUBCON, murders, gore, dark and horror themes, overprotective!joel, explicit smut, FMC without a name and a physical description (it's you baby), unspecified age gap, no y/n.

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She woke up to a cold, empty bed. She didn’t know what she had expected from a man like Joel – but part of her was still sad to wake up alone. The only reminders of Joel – bruises on her shoulder and her hips, where he had held her too strongly. As a reminder of her assault, her lip was split, blood had dried on it.

She dressed appropriately and walked slowly to the end of the hallway, where Joel’s room was also empty.

“I think he’s already up, I heard Tommy earlier.” Ellie’s voice startled her.

“Oh, thanks, Ellie.”

The older teen looked at her weirdly, up and down. “No offense, but you look like shit. You okay?”

“Yeah. Rough night… nightmares.” She lied effortlessly.

“Cool. I was just heading to the farm, catch you later.”

And with a last, weird look, the teenager climbed down the stairs. When she was free of her presence, she disappeared into the bathroom. Moving too much hurt.

“You have to tell me what the fuck happened, Joel. You’re scaring me, brother.”

The Tipsy Bison had been condemned when what remained of the bodies had been discovered by Tommy. Joel froze with pure dread as he discovered the bodies. He remembered telling her he would take care of it… and then everything was blurry. He thought he had just… talked to them. But the truth was much, much darker. The boys were disfigured, reduced to pure meat. He couldn’t have done that.

“I don’t know, Tommy.” Joel’s voice was rough, hiding an uncertainty. “I just… I talked to them, okay?”

“Talked to them?!” Tommy responded incredulously. “There is nothing left, Joel.”

The older brother’s hand trailed down his own face as he tried but failed to remember. There was a big gap between the moment where had taken care of her, then had come home to fuck her.

“This can’t be me. Do ya think I’m… I’m some sort of monster? Do ya think I could’ve hurt her and then take her into my own goddamn home?”

They had both done bad things in the past to survive but this – this has taken the cake of absurdity.

“Okay, okay, I believe you.” Tommy stopped him, his hands before him like an offering of peace. “But now, ya gotta help me clean up this fucking mess, Joel. And I won’t tell anyone about this. Because they probably deserved it.”

“What happened to you?” Elaine asked once her new friend arrived at the laundry place, letting her bucket of water fall as her mouth opened in horror. She ran up to her, her delicate and pale hands brushing where the skin had broken. The woman jumped at the unexpected touch, but she smiled as much as her split lip allowed.

“Don’t worry. Just… got into a fight.” She gave some of the truth, sparse, breadcrumbs in the forest of her mind. She saw the mess of water. “Let me help you clean up before anyone gets hurt.”

While they worked, they talked. Elaine, like last time, did most of the talking. But she could see something was off with her new friend.

“What’s going on with you, sweetheart? I know it must be hard for you to trust people around here but… you can tell me anything.” Elaine had the empathy of a good mother. The kind who would take you in her arms and waited until you stopped crying. The kind she probably had before.

“It’s just… men.”

The woman with the auburn hair hummed knowingly. “Miller?”

She shrugged in response, so Elaine did not push. But she knew.

“I’m just… disappointed. I got what I thought I wanted. But I’m just left… even lonelier somehow.”

“You’re gonna have to stop speaking in riddles if you want my help.” There was no bite behind her words,

“We… had sex, yesterday. I thought we had something going on, but I woke up completely alone.” Her voice was lower, so she wouldn’t attract the local gossipers.

“Mmh. I see. Sometimes… men just need space to sort out their feelings. I wouldn’t worry much about it. Is he the one who…?” She asked as she pointed to her lip.

“Oh god no, he would never… hurt me. I don’t think so.”

But he had hurt her before, hadn’t he?

He was washing away the gore and the blood from his body, but somehow, even as the red liquid flushed down the drain, he didn’t feel cleaner. The beast was dirty, and right now, in the most inappropriate of times, it still wanted. He had left her side this morning, partly because he wanted to let her sleep in, and partly because he was afraid of what he could do to her once the want came back. Would he hurt her to take what he wanted?

He heard the door open downstairs. She was probably done with her work. He chased the bad thoughts away as he dried himself and got dressed in dark washed jeans, a discolored shirt that was probably black in another life and a flannel that he buttoned almost all the way to the top, leaving two buttons popped open.

Joel climbed down the stairs quietly, and he cleared his throat awkwardly when he found her in the kitchen.

“Oh, Joel.”

He was overly aware of her body language, of the way she jumped slightly at his voice. “M’sorry, didn’t wanna scare ya…” His palm caressed the back of his neck as he approached her.

“I just… I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me after yesterday.”

“What? God… no.” He groaned in frustration. “Listen, I’m very bad at this.” So bad that he couldn’t even tell Tess he loved her, even when she was turning in front of his eyes. “But it has nothing to do with you or what happened yesterday.”

“Okay…” He eyed the way she balanced herself from one leg to the other nervously. “I… when you said you would take care of the guys yesterday, what did you mean?” She asked suddenly.

Something primal in him wanted him to tell her everything. But she would be horrified. So, he did what he did best. He lied.

“I was gonna talk to them… but the poor bastards were already dead when I got to them.”

“Do you think it’s…whatever hurt me?” She asked worriedly as her fingers traced the scar across her face.

He hummed in response. “But… you ain’t got nothin’ to be scared of. I got ya okay?”

And with her bright, innocent eyes, he could see that she believed him completely. She approached him with more confidence now, and her hands laid on his shoulders as her eyes traced his lips.

“Joel… thank you.” She brought her face to the older man’s level and latched her lips onto his. It lit the fire in him, as his hands trailed down her body to hold her hips. He pressed her against his body tightly, and he could already feel himself getting hard. He was insatiable when it came to her.

She let go of his lips with a sweet smile, knowing the way his body reacted to hers. “Come to the winter ball with me. Please.”

“Yeah… okay. I’ll go.” She felt his hands on her ass, and he lifted her up to leave her on the counter. His lips trailed down her jaw, the soft skin of her throat. She smelled so intoxicatingly good, with a mixture of her and… him still somewhere on her body.

“Wait… Is Ellie coming back…?”

“Will be gone all day. Said she’d meet with a friend after work.” He mumbled back, his teeth sucking a bruise into her skin, before he soothed it with his tongue. She moaned in response, her body arching to get closer to him.

“O-Okay.” She’d thought Joel wouldn’t have much of a libido due to his age, but he seemed like he couldn’t get enough, and she couldn’t complain about it. He unzipped her pants as fast as he could before his hand sneaked in her wet panties.

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about this pussy.” Joel growled, his fingers already tracing fast circles on her swollen bud. The top of her body fell against his chest, and he held her with his free hand.

“S’yours Joel, all yours.” She slurred, already drunk on pleasure.

“Yeah?” He breathed against her skin. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

With his fingers, he pushed her over the edge abruptly and embarrassingly quickly, and she let out a load moan as she came in her panties.

“Fuck, come here.” He lifted her and brought her with him, as he sat down on one of the dining chairs. “Need to be inside you.” He hastily undid his belt and freed his member, before pulling her bottoms off. He held the base of his cock so it would sit upright, and with his free hand, he pulled her down on it in a slow movement.

“Joel…” She whined weakly, letting the sound die against his lips.

“Hurts?” He asked as he felt her tight heat more and more. When she was sat still on him, he waited, his hand caressing her hips, where he had left bruises the night before.

“Hurts in a good way.”

Joel cursed under his breath as he guided her hips up and down his thickness, his half-lidded eyes looking at her in wonder. “Look at me.”

When she opened her eyes and looked at his, there was this bestial glint in his gaze that she had seen before. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out as she bounced up and down his dick.

“Yeah, that’s it. Keep goin’.” She felt a harsh slap on her butt cheek that was swollen from the night before, which made her yelp. His fingers then came down to her clit, where he teased her. “Come on my dick.” He ordered in the shell of her ear, before biting her lobe.

His name fell from her lips as he caressed her clit with a purpose, making her gush around his cock and choke him deliciously.

“Atta girl.” She was turning limp in his grasp, so he started thrusting his hips up, giving her a break. He could feel his eyes roll in the back of his head, she just felt too good. She felt… right. “M’so fucking close, darlin’.”

“Come in my mouth, please…” She begged, and she was already getting off him to fall on her knees in front of his legs. “Please Joel.”

He held the back of her head as he guided his throbbing length in her warm mouth. He kept her in place as he thrusted between her lips. She could feel herself gag, so she breathed through her nose and let the tears fall as he finally came into her throat. Joel pulled her away to let her breathe, and his calloused fingers chased the tears away.

“Thank you for that, darlin’.” He said as he caught his breath again. He caressed her head affectionately, before pulling her up on his lap to kiss her with a newly found softness. For once, the beast felt sated. Calm.

Days later, she stood in front of the mirror behind her bedroom door, uncertain of her choice. The dress fitted perfectly; it accentuated every curve of her body. The color, a blue that was almost white, looked so soft on her. The fabric had a nice sheen to it, that caught the candlelight and made her look like a princess. Elaine had helped her find it, and she was extremely happy to have a friend here, because she had a feeling she wouldn’t find anyone in her vague memories.

But somehow, she felt self-conscious. Even though Joel proved to be a… passionate lover, to say the least, she feared he would find someone better.

“You ready?” Ellie’s voice called, with a shy knock on the door.

She opened the door and brought Ellie inside, panicking. “Please, be honest with me. How do I look?” She whispered; afraid Joel was listening at the door.

“Damn! You look good. You’re gonna give the old man a heart attack.”

Heat rushed to her face, and she smiled shyly as she finally admired Ellie’s outfit. It wasn’t what she had expected for her, but she wore a dark blue dress shirt and black slacks. It fitted her small frame surprisingly well. Her brown curls were loose on her shoulders.

“Watch your language around the old man, yeah? You look good too.” She caressed the top of Ellie’s head playfully, before grabbing her coat and going out of the room with her.

Joel looked at his broken watch while he waited for the girls. Finally, he heard giggles and their steps coming down. He was going to make a comment on how late they were, but when he saw her… he completely froze. His mouth was half-opened, his eyes bright as he admired her shiny blue dress and the way it caressed the body he had gotten to know so quickly.

He finally looked at Ellie too and the hint of a smile formed on his lips as he saw their outfits were matching. His shirt was two shades lighter, but they basically had the same outfit.

“See? Told you, he’s having a stroke.” Ellie mumbled.

“You look good, kid.” Joel cleared his throat, then took the hand of the woman he desired in his. “And you look… wow.” He couldn’t really say his real thoughts, though. How he wanted to tear that dress off her body and see if her underwear was just as pretty.

“Okay, get a fucking room, I’m leaving without you.” Ellie rolled her eyes.

Of course, it had been hard to keep their relationship hidden as Joel always wanted to jump in her pants. Ellie had guessed it pretty quickly.

“No, no. We’re leaving.” She responded with an embarrassed smile.

The room was decorated beautifully in whites and blues, making the green of the natural Christmas tree and the colorful lights really pop. It seemed like the whole community of Jackson was present, and she felt a bit intimidated.

Two men shone by their absence, though. The two who had ambushed her and bruised her. She felt uneasy, as she wondered who had murdered them. Of course, in the deep pits of her gut, she knew who did it. She just didn’t want to give more reasons for her brain to shout “Run”.

On the dance floor, she saw Elaine and her husband. She looked beautiful with her auburn hair in a high bun, two pieces of hair framing her face. They exchanged shy movements of their hands as a salutation, from afar.

She always stayed close to Joel, but the man really seemed out of place. He kept to himself, drinking, and keeping an eye on Ellie, who was dancing with a pretty girl.

“Come on, dance with me, Joel. You won’t stay here moping around all night.”

She extended her hand to him, and he tried to look annoyed as he took it, with a grumbling “fine”.

The music slowed down, and she wrapped her hands around Joel’s broad shoulders, as his palms embraced her lower back. Her skin, even though she was fully dressed, felt like fire against his hands. He wanted to ruin her.

She admired his face with a smile, noting how his messy curls were slightly slicked back with gel. He looked good, like this. In another life, instead of a survivalist… maybe that’s what he would have looked like as a serious businessman.

“You’re handsome.” The words escaped her lips before she could stop them.

He grinned, the corners of his beautiful eyes forming lines that showed his age. “And you look like a fuckin’ angel.” His lips brushed her lobe as he whispered: “But we both know how you ain’t one, huh?”

Her cheeks heated up as she was reminded of how well he took care of her. She felt that constant pull and want with Joel, her lust never truly filled.

“Follow me, angel.” Joel ordered in a soft voice, his darkening eyes reading her easily.

He locked the bathroom door, and he sat her on the large edge of the sink, before going down to his knees like he was about to worship her. His body protested for a bit, the crack of his bones reminding him of his age. But he didn’t care.

“Makin’ me crazy, lookin’ like this. Want to spend every minute inside ya.” Joel growled as he kissed up her ankle, her leg, her thigh. He sucked and bit the sensitive skin there to remind her who she belonged too.

She let out a sigh of his name, her back arching as he got closer to his target. He helped her pull up the skirt of her dress until she was bare. Her pussy was covered by delicate white lace that was already wet.

“Shouldn’t even have bother to put anythin’ down there, darlin’.”

His rough hands pulled at the fabric until it ripped. She gasped.

“Joel!”

“What’s under is much prettier.” He shushed her and opened her thighs for him. He cursed under his breath as he dove in, the tip of his tongue collecting the wetness already pooling out of her hole. She was already squirming, still sensitive from the way he had fucked her that morning. His wet muscle went back to the top, effortlessly uncovering her clit to put pressure there. He licked, sucked, caressed at the bundle of nerves, until she whimpered, and he felt more nectar coming out of her.

“J-Joel, touch me, please…” She begged as one of her hands grabbed on to his gelled down curls as if to anchor herself so she wouldn’t drown just yet.

He groaned against her pussy, the vibrations giving her even more stimulation as one of his fingers breached her entrance. It was so thick, already filling her up just right as he kept sucking harder at her clit. He plunged his finger deeper until he curled it against that spongy part that he knew made her see stars.

“F-Fuck, please, please, I’m so fucking close….”

“C’mon baby, wet my face.” He mumbled against her, before putting more pressure on his tongue. He felt her grip on his hair strengthen, he heard her heartbeat faster as she came undone, gushing on his face beautifully. He ate her out through it all, until she pushed him away.

“You taste so fuckin’ good, baby.” Joel got up slowly, crowding her against the sink as leaned in to kiss her deeply.

She moaned against his mouth, and she was about to unclasp his belt, until insistent knocks on the door made her stop. She came back to reality slowly, realizing where they were. Embarrassed, she pulled her dress down and got out of the bathroom. She vaguely heard Joel asking her to wait, but she knew their alone time was up.

Mortified, Elaine stood in front of them.

“Oh, hi.” Her mischievous eyes told her she knew what was going on. “I wanted to talk to you, what a coincidence.” She also acknowledged Joel with a polite nod, who cleared his throat and made up some excuse about going to see if Ellie was okay. Elaine pulled her into the now empty bathroom and closed the door, before taking out a small brown bag out of her purse. She looked at her friend, confused, as she took the bag.

“It’s a tea based on a flower that has contraceptive properties. Drink it once a week, and you’ll be fine. Indigenous women used it to prevent pregnancies. I’ve been meaning to give it to you, but I didn’t see you much these days…”

“O-Oh. Thank you.” Her slick still sticking to her thighs reminded her of how much she needed this.

“You’re welcome.” With a wink, Elaine let her leave.

She hid the bag in her purse, embarrassed that she got caught with Joel, and she went back to the main event. Her eyes looked for him, but it was too crowded. Instead, she found Tommy, Joel’s brother. The younger man looked beautiful; his longer hair tied in a low bun. He wore a blinding white shirt and dark blue pants.

“Oh, hey! I hope you’re liking the party.” He told her loud enough for her to hear.

Awkwardly, she got closer to hear him better. “Yeah… it’s nice. Do you do that every year?”

“Yup, it became a tradition. Was my wife’s idea.”

She nodded and thought the conversation was done, but he stopped her by placing a delicate hand on her bare arm. She almost pushed him away, but his eyes were soft and understanding. “Look… I’ve been meaning to talk to you… about Joel.”

“What about Joel?” She asked, trying to look disinterested.

“I’m… worried for your safety. I know my brother well, but he hasn’t been the same for a while now.”

She stayed silent and let him explain, but Joel stopped their conversation by finally finding her. His hand encircled her arm a bit roughly, and he pulled her towards him while flashing a dark glare to his brother. Tommy retreated.

“Chill, Joel. Was just talkin’ to your girl and see if she was enjoyin’ the party.”

“C’mon baby, we’re leaving.” Joel said as he ignored Tommy.

He pulled her into the dark, cold night, before she could protest. She finally gathered the strength to push him away, her big eyes looking up at him in distress.

“Joel, you’re hurting me. And you’re scaring me.”

The older man stopped in his tracks and pivoted his body so he could look at her. Some of his softness was back in his eyes, but still, something dark loomed behind. “M’sorry.”

“Tommy said… you haven’t been the same. What did he mean by that?” She confronted him.

“Ignore him.”

I was gonna talk to them… but the poor bastards were already dead when I got to them. His words flooded her memory.

“Joel, did you kill them? Josh and Kevin?”

Memories hypnotized his brain, like an out of body experience. He was inside the beast, as it destroyed the men.

“I did what was necessary to protect ya.” He responded darkly.

She didn’t know why, but tears drowned her eyes. They had abused her, badly, but she never intended for them to die like that. “Joel… you can’t.”

“Can’t control it. Forgive me, darlin’.”

She watched as he ran back to the house they shared, alone under the falling snowflakes and the moon mocking her.

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billiuspendragon · 1 month ago

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My Saiki K Sims Lore

I'm gonna tell you all about the lore in my little Saiki K universe on the sims because absolutely no-one asked but I'm sure you're all dying to know.

Warning: long.

Aiura and Kaido have been in a committed relationship since they were teenagers. They have been constantly loyal and are now engaged, though Aiura is now having a mid-life crisis and flirted with some people at her bachelorette party -- but that was just a one-time thing! I think their relationship has been going on long enough that it will be fine.

Info: Aiura has been a witch from birth. Kaido was born human, but was bitten by a werewolf as a teenager. It was like a dream come true for him. Since then he has bitten Satou Hiroshi, disrupting his normalcy and turning him into a werewolf too!

Nendou and Teruhashi are exes, on good terms. They dated as teenagers and went to a prom together. It was a sweet and wholesome relationship, but eventually Kokomi realised while dancing with Aiura that her interests lay a different way, so she broke up with him.

Oh, by the way, that happened while Saiki was dead. He died in a tragic accident (or was it an accident...?) while trying to fix the TV. (Was the TV sabotaged electrocute him on purpose by a certain scientist? Who knows!) Anyway, the other characters worked tirelessly to bring him back, with Kokomi and Kusuke taking up gardening so they could grow the precious life fruit, Nendou learning fishing to catch the death fish, and Akechi mastering the cooking skill so he could make ambrosia.

While everyone was learning their skills, Nendou visited the graveyard whenever he could to talk to his best friend's ghost. On one, tear-jerking occasion, he kept the ghost-saiki in conversation for as long as possible in a fruitless attempt to keep him from returning to the netherworld, even as the sun rose.

His nighttime escapades to the graveyard landed him in trouble with the police many times, but that didn't stop Nendou. He kept on going again and again, until he aged up into an adult and it wasn't a problem anymore (only teens and kids get in trouble for being out after curfew).

Eventually, the ambrosia was made. Unfortunately, Ghost!Saiki chose this moment to be a really fussy eater and fucking SPURNED it, even though it was PERFECT quality -- but eventually he got it down and came back to life! It was a beautiful moment, with all his friends crowding around him and telling him all he had missed. Saiki was very surprised to learn that Kaido was a werewolf -- in fact, he fainted when he saw him transform. Poor Saiki.

Ever since then, Saiki has had sever memory issues (it must be a glitch in the game). Every time he visits the park, he makes a memory as if it's his first time going outside, and the memory fades after a day or so. He can sustain relationships, but can he remember how he got into those relationships? Not a chance. He and Kuboyasu are currently dating, but Saiki does not remember meeting him or getting together with him. And they argue a lot. It's not a great relationship honestly, but maybe it'll get better...?

Chiyo, Hairo, Suzimiya, Aren and Satou all live in a separate house together, and they all hate Akechi. One time he visited them and took a little nap on their sofa and they all came downstairs to shout at him at once because apparently he wasn't supposed to do that. Then he tried to make them breakfast as an apology and they shouted at him again!!!!!!

At one point Saiki got abducted by aliens but nothing really came out of it. Usually alien abductions result in mpreg but apparently Saiki said "no thank u" which is perfectly fair enough honestly. It was just a little adventure for him. The Disastrous Alien Abduction of Saiki K.

Kokomi is in a happy relationship with Suzimiya Hii. I don't know what it is about her, but they clicked as soon as they met.

Akechi and Kusuke are exes, on BAD terms. They had a lot of wacky little dates at first, and it was all fun and games, but then Kusuke had a mid-life crisis and started cheating. With multiple people. Akechi was very upset when he found out -- it really wasn't pretty. One of the people Kusuke had a fling with is called Brain Burger (not Brian, BRAIN) and he's the cleaner for the house, which is a bit awkward. Brain is also a total weirdo -- one time he literally just got into bed with Kokomi while she was sleeping. Like dude, boundaries????? I think I should probably fire him. I couldn't do so at the time because he wasn't on duty -- all I could do was ask him to leave.

Kokomi and Aiura are very close friends. They're the kind of besties who flirt with each other and slow dance sometimes but never in a serious way, you know? Just gals being pals.

Nendou and Kusuke became enemies basically as soon as they started talking, but that was many years ago and I don't think they mind each other now. Kusuo and Kusuke on the other hand, are "old enemies". The hatred might not be fresh, but it is still damn well there.

Kusuke's complicated. He mayyy have had a hand in Saiki's untimely death but he also worked extremely hard to bring him back. Don't know what happens in that man's head (I say, as though I'm not the one orchestrating this whole thing) It's funny because Akechi also had a hand in his death, though I'm sure he didn't mean it. For an electrical appliance to electrocute someone on the sims there must first be a puddle of water on the floor.

They all (Aiura, Kaido, Nendou, Akechi, Kusuke, Kokomi and Kusuo) live in a giant mansion together, though Kusuo has his own mini house outside (he needs his personal space) with a kitchen and a bedroom, and he just spends all his days in there watching cooking shows on the TV. Kusuke Saiki also has a cat called "Bitch" who is grey and has no tail. Don't let the name deceive you; Kusuke loves him very much. They are best friends.

Nendou's lifetime wish is to adopt a unicorn, but he's only seen wild horses so far, and none of them have let him pet them.

aaaand I think that's all the important stuff. I'm more invested in this world than I have been for any other Sims game. I'm gonna stay with these guys until they all die of old age. I'm planning to have Aiura and Kaido have a kid soon so there can be another generation to play after they're gone </3

!Oh! Another interesting thing:

Since I made Teruhashi a fairy (I thought it was fitting for her) her lifetime is about three times longer than all the others. While they're all dying of old age, she's still gonna be a young adult. Even Saiki, who is a genie, doesn't have this extra long lifespan. I didn't realise this while I was making them, but it's gonna be interesting.

#this is long #rambles #a lot has happened in this game lmaooo #saiki on the sims #the sims 3 #btw Saiki's death and revival was necessary because he was glitching and couldn't interact with anybody and that was the only way to fix it #sigh #he's still glitching but in my head he just has a memory problem now and that's okay #It's almost poetic -- Saiki couldn't talk to anyone until he faced death #and then he was able to open himself to his frands #after they brought him back to life <3

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dead-lights · 2 months ago

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the old guard: first day of school

I really like doing everyone-goes-to-high-school-together AUs and I've been working with Century Conflict-era sims recently, so what better way for me to get in the mood for my Simblreen renders than to send the old guard to Copperdale together?

We've got a full house - Tess, Ethren, Keisha, Inna, Elle, Vlad, Dillon, and Maria Volkov. I aged them down to teenagers, gave them teen ambitions, reset all of their powers, and moved them into the Price family's house. Don't ask what happened to the Prices.

As expected, Maria started with negative relationships with all of the vampires. Despite that, the very first thing Inna did when I hit play was walk over to Maria to start making jokes. Despite their initially negative relationship, they were friends by lunchtime. They both have the good trait - I think that really helped.

Inna's getting into photography, and Maria is happy to model for her.

I turned one of the bedrooms into a little lounge for them. I really like making study clubs, so I had Inna set one up. By the time they were done with their homework, almost everybody was on good terms, except for Vlad, who is Vlad, and Tess, who was practicing magic outside and missed all the fun.

The next morning was their first day at school. The game kinda bugged out a bit and only Inna got event goals (and only Inna had any performance increased from going to school) but I had no time to worry about that - while the other vampires spent the previous day exploring vampire lore and were able to buy plasma packs, Vlad decided to wait for a live meal. The first thing he did was ambush the janitor.

Apparently this awakened something within Vlad, because at that moment he stated experiencing the onset of puberty.

Poor thing.

The students filtered into class - with 8 teens from one household all attending school at the same time, they took up the entire classroom. Most of them made it on time, with Ethren slipping in just in time for class to start. Maria and Vlad, on the other hand, were nowhere to be found.

Maria, as it turned out, was pumping iron in the basement. She took her sweet time getting to class - she has the genius trait, so I guess she doesn't think she needs lectures. Still, she did make it to class, even if she missed the first half.

Vlad, on the other hand, was really struggling with the whole onset of puberty thing. He flew to the bathroom and tried to give himself a pep talk. When that didn't make him feel better, he decided, fuck going to class! and flew down to the computer room to troll teh forums.

He's going through some stuff, okay

Keisha, true to form, couldn't help getting a bit silly.

Though Elle and Dillon almost maxed out their relationship the first night (they stayed up playing chess while the mortals slept) Elle has a crush on Inna. A crush that seems to be causing her actual physical pain. Not sure if it's the agony of watching Inna beaming at her werewolf bestie or just the discomfort of all those teenage hormones, but poor Elle is not having a good time. She flew off to the bathroom to give herself a pep talk.

It was at this point that I realized that Ethren was in the bathroom stall, trying to go about his business. Normally vampire bathroom ambushes involve the vampire doing the ambushing, but ok.

Elle, I know you don't show up in mirrors, but Ethren can definitely still see you.

ok maybe he can't see you. dude just straight-up walked through her, washed his hands, and went to play football with Tess.

Vlad, in the meantime, decided it was time to learn to play the violin. Elle, who actually does know how to play violin, tried to be supportive of his efforts, but ultimately couldn't take it.

I don't think he blames her.

#save:the old guard #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #maria volkov #inna cents #elle devampiro #dillon devampiro #vlad straud #tess dyer #ethren reyes #keisha hughes

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years ago

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Something

Dean Winchester x plus size reader

Not marriage, not kids but something

Warnings: no use of y/n, a little bit of Dean’s insecurity and John’s crap parenting, no dialogue, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers, implied smut, mentions of death of a parent

WC: 1k

Minors DNI

Settling down wasn’t in the cards for hunters. There was too much risk, to both themselves and their families. Dean had accepted this a long time ago, pretty much as soon as John first laid a gun in his small hands and told him what lurked in the dark.

He had tried once before but it never worked out. So, he stuck to random hookups with women that would never see his face again. Every once in a while, Sam would attempt to get his older brother to at least entertain the idea of what could be, what should have been, but he was shut down every time.

Dean was fine with his bachelor lifestyle, actually, he was more than fine with it, but there were moments in the middle of the night when he would turn over in his sleep and reach for someone who wasn’t there. He would watch families interact in those shitty roadside diners, all smiles and laughter like it was a 5 star restaurant. He felt a lurching in his chest, a deep ache that not even his best whiskey could soothe.

But then, you came home.

You were another hunter’s kid from years ago. Similar story, one parent taken out, the other driven mad with the need for revenge. You were a regular fixture in Bobby’s house and thus, in the Winchesters’ lives. The last time Dean had seen you was a month before Sam ran away to Stanford. You were freshly 19 and being forced to leave.

Your mother was taking you to France, apparently the werewolf pack that had killed her partner fled there. She gave you no choice in the matter, just like every other hunting parent. Dean can vividly recall the way you clung to him as you sobbed and begged him not to forget about you. He had held you close, laying a kiss to your hair like it was the last time while he promised it wouldn’t be.

And in a way, he was right. He did see you again and he did get to wrap his arms around your now thicker waist in a hug that was almost 20 years overdue. Sure you were covered in blood and ghoul guts but if it wasn’t the best damn hug Dean ever had.

You were quickly stolen away from your stolen minivan that you had been living out of and forced into one of the empty rooms in the bunker (one that was conveniently close to number 11). There was the compulsory catch up and then scolding on your end for all the stupid things the boys had done, but once the smacking over the head and general berating was complete, everything was strangely normal.

It was nice to have an extra set of hands for research, someone else that Sam could bore with his weird true crime fetish, a person that was actually willing to help Castiel learn to be human, another like minded hunter that could binge watch Netflix and pig out with Dean on the couch.

Dean was happy to actually have a friend, a good one at that. But there was something deep inside him that dared to wonder.

You were beautiful, intelligent and a hell of a hunter. He had been dreaming of you for 15 years, his teenage hormones evolved into a bone deep lust that blinded him whenever he saw even a sliver of your skin. He longed to feel your generous curves under his palms, your lips pressed against his own. But more than that, he wanted to wake up next to you every day. Have you sit next to him in Baby, singing old rock songs as he drove. Dean wanted you, through and through.

He knew he didn’t deserve you, not after the things he’s done. But you disagreed.

It happened so quickly, Dean didn’t see it coming. Suddenly, it was you and not Sam that was patching him up. You were the one going on runs with him. It was you that would sit up with him, glass of whiskey in hand as the ancient record player crooned in the corner.

He only realised what was going on one night in September. The Bunker had been freezing, the weather unseasonably cold. Dean had retired to his room with a couple beers and his Scooby-Doo box set, determined to wait out the cold in comfort as his little brother tried his hand at fixing the boiler.

It was about 1 and a half seasons in when there came a knock on his door. He was going to ignore it, thinking it was Sam telling him that he also failed at repairing the heating but instead, your voice softly called out to him.

You shuffled in after a moment, and Dean couldn’t help but smile. You must’ve been wearing at least five layers of clothes (including one of his henleys) and a large blanket wrapped around your shoulders. His stomach lurched at the sight of your shy smile and chattering teeth. With no hesitation, he lifted the covers and you dove in, snuggling against his chest as he wrapped an arm around your back.

Your hand came to rest softly on his chest, right above his heart and Dean could only pray that you didn’t feel the frantic beat of his pulse. You did.

You said his name so softly he almost didn’t hear it. He looked down at you and his breath caught in his throat. Before he could react, your lips were on his. He froze for only a second, his brain not comprehending that this was actually happening and it wasn’t some dream.

But then your hands were in his hair and his own had traveled down to your thick thighs, pulling you up to straddle his lap. The cold, the fear, the insecurities were forgotten; washed away in your embrace and your lips.

He held you close as you took each other apart piece by piece, unwilling to let you go even for a single second now that he had you, as he did every night after. You saved him and kept him afloat. He lived for you, for your smile, for your touch.

It wasn’t exactly marriage and it wasn’t kids but it was something, and for a hunter like Dean, it was more than enough.

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princeescaluswords · 8 months ago

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Scott Isn't Danny and Aren't You Glad?

Someone brought to my attention a post in the #scott mccall tag that I hadn't seen because the OP had the courtesy to use a tag I block, #anti-scott-mccall, on it. (Though I question the wisdom of including both.) It proposed a version of Teen Wolf where Danny was bitten instead of Scott. They believed it would change the story significantly.

You bet it would.

They imagined that Jackson would play the role of 'best friend' and help Danny through his werewolf problem. Scott would grow 'distant' from Stiles because he was dating Allison, and somehow Stiles would become Jackson and Danny's friend, and Danny would tease Stiles about his attraction to Derek. The implication is that Danny would cooperate with Derek when Scott didn't.

I agree that the story would change, but not in the way that the OP considered:

Stiles wouldn't be involved much at all, because as repeated scenes indicated, Danny didn't like Stiles. Danny didn't like that Stiles had no boundaries. He didn't react well to Stiles's personality. Danny was never mean to Stiles, but he clearly wanted to avoid him. Why would that change because Danny became a werewolf? In addition, Stiles only interacted with Derek because Derek was focused on the werewolf Laura's murderer turned. As the sheriff's son and a boy whom the teenager the alpha bit didn't like, Derek would want to avoid Stiles as much as possible.

Derek, by the way, would still go to jail, but initially not for Laura's murder. When Derek broke into Danny's house and threw him up against the wall to demand he not play lacrosse or Derek would kill him -- sorry to say, guys, but lacrosse was very important to Danny since it was one of the few times he stood up to Jackson -- Danny would agree until Derek left the house and then Danny would call the damn police. He would tell the sheriff that Derek Hale broke into his house and threatened to kill him, and no amount of wolf hair would get Derek Hale out of that jail cell. Danny is clever, and, recognizing that Derek wanted to keep werewolves a secret, wouldn't say anything about them because he knew that Derek wouldn't.

Which would be good for Derek, because being in jail would prevent him from dying or losing an arm. Danny wouldn't have any ability to get into the Argent home, but, more importantly, Danny wouldn't go find the Magic Bullet. Derek would no doubt show up asking for help and Danny would say "You want me to find a poison bullet designed to kill werewolves in a house full of werewolf hunters? Pass."

If Derek somehow survived Magic Bullet, he would be dead as a door nail in Formality, because Danny would certainly listen to Jackson telling him to let the Argents use Derek to capture Peter.

I could go on. The truth is that Scott McCall being the one who was bitten was very good for Derek Hale. Even if Danny had the strength of will not to collapse in the face of Peter Hale's physical and mental violations, he wouldn't risk his life (or Jackson's life) to help a stranger who stalked and attacked him. The people who Scott felt impelled to save -- Derek, Stiles, Isaac, Boyd, Erica, etc., etc., ETC. -- would not be saved. This isn't saying that Danny is a bad person. He's a normal person. There was no scene which indicated that he would step up and risk everything for other people. In fact, the scene at the end of 3B, the breakup with Ethan, showed very deliberately that he would choose not to do that, and that's okay!

By the way, that original post is racist. Of course, it is. We've seen this before in the fandom so many times: parts of the fandom try to argue that things would be better if Stiles had been bitten, or Jackson was the "Teen Wolf," or if Scott didn't even exist, or any variation where Scott's story is taken away from him and given to a white male character. You can tell because "Sterek happens" is somehow a consequence. In the end, this is a clever attempt to label Danny as a 'model minority.' He's not like that stubborn, sexually-obsessed moron, Scott McCall. Danny would see the Argents as enemies immediately. Danny would set his own wants to the side for the good of the Hales! The implication is that Danny would do what Stiles told him or Jackson told him or Derek told him. Their Danny would never have the unmitigated gall to attempt to be the main character in his own story.

Except Danny, as characterized, definitely would insist on having control of his own life. The actual Danny was a hacker at the age of 13, possessing a fake I.D., socially confident to do what he wants and with whom. He wouldn't be willing to have his trauma used to designate him as a loyal beta, that is, supporting character.

The ultimate crime of Scott McCall, and why people like the OP mistakenly think that Danny would be a better option, is that he had the nerve to make decisions about his own life and to act in accordance with his own principles, even when those principles conflicted with white male character with whom they sympathize. They see Danny as more pliable and less stubborn, but they have misjudged his character. Danny wouldn't spend three seasons cleaning up the Hale-Argent mess, even as bodies hit the floor. He wouldn't take responsibility for other people's mistakes; being Jackson's friend was about as far as he would go. It was Scott McCall's combination of strength of will and depth of compassion that made Teen Wolf what it was, and that is what makes it a better story.

#danny mahealani #scott mccall #scott mccall defense squad #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fandom racism #teen wolf fandom racism #teen wolf fandom problems

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gege-wondering-around · 7 months ago

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Why Derek has the best 'Alpha arc'

Basing this on the show and the movie too Derek had been all the 'types' of werewolves, going through at least once all the eyes colors.

Yellow: is the base color werewolves get when they are first turned or when they are born

Blue: after he 'accidentally' kills Paige in his teenage years after trying to turn her into a werewolf

Red: after he kills Peter and steal the power from him to avenge Laura who had been killed by Peter to get the Alpha status

Blue: he loses the alpha status after he heals his sister Cora form a mistletoe poisoning (he takes so much of her pain that not even the Alpha strenght can keep up and 'dissapears' in order to save Derek's own life since if they take too much pain from others they could die)

Yellow: when kate de-aged him and he was left with his eyes from before he met Paige, but he slowly regain his blue

Evolved omega: altho his eyes don't change colors he can now fully tunr into a wolf

Red: during the movie in the last scene, when Parrish burn him and the nogitsune he turns into a True Alpha

Derek went from your typical bad guy that wants revenge, power and blood to your tough gentle guy who is very wise and considerate of others.

He started off as probably one of the worst Alpha on the show and became one even for the wrong or worst reasons:

He went around biting teens to build himself a pack to help him fight the Alpha pack and two of the three he bite ended up death (yet he still care for them all but his way of teaching them their 'new nature' wasn't the best and despite it was the only way he knew he could've done something more, but since they are his betas he inevitably cares about them and from a simple pack bond it becomes something more personal, cause in the end he cared for them for who they were and loved them for just being themselves)

He killed his uncle to gain the Alpha status for getting revenge and to fulfill his greed for power (that he thought maybe could help him heal or feel fine again but it never happened)

He put others in danger to achive what he wanted (like when he got Scott and Stiles to help him kill/hunt Peter)

But from being this big crappy man he lost his powers - that he literally made a bloody bath to get - to save his sister, to save the little family he had left.

He started to understand more the people he had around and who they were, he started to care for them genuinely. He was worried sick for Stiles bein possessed, cared for his betas (whoever was left) and had more interest in ensuring his friends' safety. His FRIENDS!

He started to see people - Scott, Stiles and the others - as his friends and not someone that would eventually betray or use him and that somehow cared for him too - even if most of the time he was thrown around like a fighting doll.

And then he remained an omega and evolved into a wolf, an actual wolf and saved the day - generally speaking.

He went from 'I'm gonna kill you' to 'I care for you' which is a lot for a character like Derek. Someone who went through years of pain and sorrow, having almost no one at all to rely onto and left to deal with whatever Kate did to him and with the guilt of getting his family killed - which isn't is fault!

And then we got the movie:

He has a son, Eli, whom he loves and cares for throughout the entire movie and I'm sure he was a great dad, maybe a little strict and traditional-minded on a few things, but definitely a good and caring father

He almost get killed and when he's fine and the wound on his neck is sealed, he 'dies' protecting his son - or better to say, stepping in the way of a sword

He helps the Sheriff with cases when at the beginning he was one of the few who wanted Derek in a prison - whether supernatural or a simple prison cell

Ans then, at the end, he sacrifice himself to save everyone and gets burned alive which turns him into a TRUE ALPHA!

This whole build up of events, of development and changes, going from bad to good, from a reckless and greedy man to someone one would look up to, a wise man who had seen enough and doesn't want others to live what he lived.

And like the Sheriff said

I have never seen anyone take the kind of punishment that Derek Hale took… And kept taking… In order to protect the people he loved.

He died burning alive, he died like his family did. Burned alive.

And this is worthy of a True Alpha. He sacrificed himself for everyone's sake and after his whole life was hell he wnet through with yet again another round of pain and tears. He had to leave his son alone to save him!

And he could've just let Scott get burned and stayed with his son but Derek was so selfless that he decided to take the burden upon himself once more.

Derek is the best Alpha in teen wolf - show and movie - and he's actually worth of being called a true alpha cause he earned it over and over and over again, he learned and become better, he healed and become a better person and leader. He earned his title as True Alpha.

Derek deserved, earned and is worthy of the True Alpha status and it costed him his life and his time with his son, and for what?

The people he saw as his family and he chose them above himself.

He did it for the people he loved.

#derek hale #teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinksi #derek x stiles #derek is the best alpha #true alpha #noah stilinski #peter hale #the hale family #my thougts

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hpmaniac · 1 year ago

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opinion on popular hp ships(according to AO3)

Yes I am well aware that nobody asked for it

1.Drarry (Draco X Harry) -100/10

Fuck off

they are literally enemies throughout most o/ the series

they try to kill each other

2.Wolfstar (Remus X Sirius) (-10000/10)

NO. THEY ARE FRIENDS

YES I AM AWARE THAT I’M REMADORA BIASED SHUT UP

BUT SERIOUSLY 😒

SIRIUS TRIED TO USE REMUS TO KILL. IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL LOVE

SIRIUS MADE FUN OF REMUS’ LYCANTHOPY

3.Dramione (Draco X Hermione) (-100/10)

Y’all (the shippers) are just a bunch of horny teenagers desperate for some pretty boy and pretty girl sex smh

they are enemies

0% chemistry

4.Jily (James X Lily) (7/10)

Finally smth normal

it’s not bad, just a little.. strange..

Lily had 0% interest in James until Snape called her a mudblood and then somehow she likes him now?

it’s a good ship, not the best

5.Romione (Ron X Hermione) (9.7/10)

NOW WE’RE TALKING

Literally so good

Best friends to lovers YES PLEASE

CHEMISTRYYY

6.Snarry ( Snape X Harry ) (-100000000/100)

I genuinely did not except a ship here to have a lower ranking than w*lfstar

BUT OH MY LORD

Y’ALL ARE ACTUALLY MAD

I HAVE NO WORDS-

AGAIN HORNY TEENS DESPERATE FOR SOME DARK!GAY!ROUGH!SEX FANFICS

7. Hinny (Harry X Ginny) (10/10)

IF WE ARE TALKING ABOUT BOOK! HINNY THEN YES. YOU ARE ON MY TOP 3

MOVIE!HINNY? No thanks

But book!hinny>> (any ship except Remadora and Molly X Arthur lol)

8. Snamione( Snape X Hermione) (-100000000000/100)

AGAIN HORNY TEENS DESPERATE FOR ROUGH SEX SMH

I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IS WAYYY HIGHER THAN REMADORA OH MY GOD

WHAT HAS THIS FANDOM BECOME

9. Harmony (Harry X Hermione) (1/10)

It’s not the worst thing ever ig

no chemistry

mid

too predictable

10. Jegulus (James X Regulus ) (1/10)

Again, not asss bad as like W*lfstar

but is there a chance of this happening? No.

mid

no chemistry

11. Newtina (Newt X Tina) (10/10)

aaa love it

TAKE NOTE THAT I HAVE ONLY WATCHED FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

Cutee

idk what else to say lol

12. ✨REMADORA (REMUS X TONKS)✨ (♾/10)

OTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTPOTP

THEIR PERSONALITIES COMPLIMENT EACH OTHER SO WELL

THE LONELY, TIRED WEREWOLF FALLING IN LOVE WITH A CHEERFUL, LOVLEY METAMORPHAGUS? YES PLEASE

SO UNEXPECTED AS WELL

THEY GAVE US TEDDY

”IT’S YOU WHO NEEDS ME TONIGHT”

”HE ALWAYS GOT THE WOMAN.” “YOU’D KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHO I’D FALLEN FOR, IF YOU WEREN’T TOO BUSY FEELING SORRY FOR YOURSELF TO NOTICE”

YESS

CHEMISTRY

*INSERT 1000 MORE COMPLIMENTS*

13.Fleur X Krum(?) (-1/10)

Ok?

never heard of it

14.Charry (Cho X Harry) (1/10)

Not the worst thing ig

it was just a teenage crush

so awkward

15.Nuna (Neville X Luna) (9/10)

Good

it would work

they’re both crazy about something

so yeah ig

#hp #harry potter #anti wolfstar #anti drarry #romione #jily #hinny #remadora #newtina #nuna #Remadora supremacy

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hp-fanfic-archive · 3 months ago

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Remus/Sirius Fluff Masterlist | Works With Less Than 5k Words [2/3]

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*Going As Planned by lionturtles [G, 2k]

Camping, drinking, awkward kissing.

Have a BEARY Happy Valentine's Day by Amuly [T, 1k]

Valentine's Day during MWPP's 4th year happens to fall the day after a full moon. But it's Remus and Sirius' first Valentine's Day as a couple, so Sirius is determined to make it memorable.

*Heat by LadyAmina [T, 2k]

The summer air is too warm. The campfire isn't helping. Neither is Sirius's head in his lap. Neither is the burning blood in his veins. Remus is overwhelmed and something has to give.

Honey by Evandar [T, 1k]

Sirius’ reality has changed. And while he’s never needed sex to know that he loves Remus, now that they’ve done it, the world seems more concrete.

*Hopeless by OfficialStarsandGutters [G, 2k]

You see, it is all very sudden and unexpected. When they parted ways after fifth year, Moony was just good old Moony. Soft, warm, a little tattered around the edges; smelling of old books, chocolate, and a light wolfish undertone that Sirius has only been able to pick up on since Padfoot came around. Moony with his comfy, oversized jumpers, his cardigans, of all things (really, what teenage boy wears cardigans?), his common sense, dry wit, and secret wicked humour. But when they come back for sixth year, Moony is hot.

ice cream and swimming pools by beespiesandplaid [Not Rated, 2k]

James wears some obscene swimming shorts and Remus and Sirius quietly fall in love.

if you're gonna be the death of me that's how i wanna go by accioromulus [E, 1k]

Seventeen year-old boys do not fall in-love, especially with one another.

In The Middle by Blossomwitch [Not Rated, 3k]

James is the natural confidant of both Remus and Sirius. When they both swear him to secrecy on the same topic, James is stuck watching his friends pine for each other without being able to say a word to bring them together. A lesser man might shrink from the challenge of finding a way to break his promise without breaking his promise, but not James Potter!

It'll be okay by captainhurricane [G, 1k]

Being escorted to the Hogwarts-train by your anxious father figures wasn't on top of Harry's list of favourite things to do. (sequel to Into eternity)

Laundry by andonlythinkofme [T, 3k]

“If it makes you feel any better, I think your scar looks wicked.”

Letters by beespiesandplaid [Not Rated, 3k]

The summer is long and boring, so Sirius starts writing to Remus.

Light a Candle by orphan_account [G, 1k]

Remus has disappeared round dinner for the last three nights, and now Sirius is convinced his boyfriend is hiding something.

*Like Us As We Are by orphan_account [G, 4k]

When Lily drags Sirius to a Werewolf Rights rally, Sirius isn't sure what to expect. He certainly doesn't expect to fall for the head speaker with the adorable dimples and impossible curls. But who could ignore that passion? Certainly not Sirius Black.

*Love Online by NeonDomino [T, 2k]

Sirius is in love and wants nothing more than to finally hold his on-line boyfriend in his arms. James is convinced that Remus is really a fifty-year-old man who is misleading Sirius and refusing to meet because Sirius would find out the truth. The truth is much more simple. Remus is in love, but scared that if Sirius finds out how much time he spends in hospital, Sirius would leave him.

*Love Whilst Looking by orphan_account [G, 4k]

When a new shop opens up across from Remus' office, he starts to pine for the gorgeous baker. His affections are returned when Sirius and Remus start exchanging window notes to each other. Eventually Remus' best friend Marlene has had enough, and tells Remus it's time to take the next step, and with that courage, their entire worlds change.

Maple Syrup by iamsiriuslyriddikulus [E, 1k]

Domestic fluff.

Meeting The Guardians by jlpierre [T, 3k, Harry/Draco]

Will Draco meeting the 'Dad's', Sirius and Remus, go down well for Harry?

Miles To Go Before I Sleep by orphan_account [G, 4k]

Working the front door at a posh block of flats, Remus Lupin spends their nights watching the door, and occasionally taking a sleep-walking Sirius Black back to the arms of his flatmate. Pining quietly, everything changes for Remus one night when Sirius' sleep-walking leads to comfort and emotional revelations.

*mixed signals by dalembertio [T, 1k]

“Wait,” Remus says, looking at James through narrowed eyes. “What, exactly, did Lily tell you?” “That you fancy Sirius.” James pauses. “Wasn’t that what we were talking about?”

More Than You Could Possibly Know by WolfstarPups90 [T, 1k]

They were twenty years old, and they were in love and they should be together every single night like this instead of out fighting, unsure if the other was still alive or if they would come back.

Music Is Moonlight by orphan_account [G, 2k]

Make-up Artist Remus Lupin is both frustrated and desperately in love with petulant Rock Star, Sirius Black. Having pined for a year, he's content to let things be as they are, but Sirius has decided he's not having that any more.

Mutual(s) Pining by hue & reachthetree [T, 3k]

Sirius finds inspiration and lots of whale puns.

My Faithful Handyman by softiejace [T, 1k]

non-magic au in which Sirius gets harassed for putting on make up in the men’s room and Remus defends him

*Notice by Remy_Writes5 [T, 3k]

The Marauders need a new guitarist while Sirius's hand heals. Remus is more into classical music than Punk Rock. Somehow he finds himself joining the band anyway.

Number 4, Privet Drive by Manage_mischief [G, 1k]

Today is Harry's 5th birthday, and his godfathers have a surprise in store. AU: In which Sirius Black and Remus Lupin raise Harry, and Number 4 Privet Drive is his happy place.

*Of Motorbikes and McGonagall by sqvalors [G, 2k]

In which Remus does a lot of a eye-rolling, Sirius pushes his luck and Christmas turns McGonagall to their favour.

*Of Tinsel and Nice Starts by nerakrose [G, 2k]

Mysterious clouds and strange coffee abounds. Office romance.

*oil smudged by jackgyeoms [T, 3k]

modern au where remus is an art student and sirius is an unwitting model.

*On Behalf of the Souls by orphan_account [G, 4k]

When Remus gets into an unwitting row with a couple of drunk men at the pub, the last thing he expects is for the gorgeous person at the end of the bar to come to his rescue. But the Universe seems to be interested in seeing them together, as Sirius Black finds something he likes very much about Remus Lupin, and aims to keep him.

On Werewolves and Bisexuality by Knightfrog1248 [G, 1k]

In which the long-suffering Remus painstakingly explains to James what bisexuality is as they go down to the lake to tease the giant squid.

Once Upon A Time (A Wolfstar Fairy-tale) by WolfstarPups90 [G, 2k]

Sirius can't sleep. Remus tells him a story, and any characters, places and incidents portrayed are fictitious and any resemblance to persons dead or alive is purely by coincidence.

One + One = Four by little_werewolf [G, 3k]

The journey of how Remus and Sirius got puppies a family of their own.

*one for the road by rojohbi [G, 4k]

Piling into the car was uncomfortable and cramped, but there was something oddly satisfying about sitting on ratty blankets in the backseat, a box of fresh comfort food at his feet and Sirius’ legs splayed over his lap as the other backseat-inhabitant nestled himself into the corner and almost immediately began snoring. James met his eyes through the rearview, and this time when he saw the knowing smile, Remus smiled right back.

One Heart by cottonpadenthusiast [T, 1k]

Remus hates Valentine's Day. He has always been alone and this year is no different. With the whole of Gryffindor tower at the Valentine's party, Remus feels more alone than ever and the slight problem of being in love with Sirius Black seems ever more present on a day like today. However, after tonight, Remus might change his view on Valentine's Day…

Padfoot’s Seven Step Plan to Ensnare Moony for Life by Remy_Writes5 [T, 3k]

Sirius realizes during his fourth year at Hogwarts that he's in love with Remus. He decides to formulate "A Plan."

Paper Birds by nevermindgrantaire [G, 3k]

"Dust is dancing in the sunlight, the light filtering through the leaves and turning everything sunny yellow. It shines off Remus’ pale skin and makes him look even more pallid in comparison to the others. James is back from a holiday in some muggle town, tanned and skinny and grinning; brimming over with tales of hot local birds and the things they let him do to them on the beach. Sirius was with him too, he knows, but he is nowhere near as vocal in his boasting. He just lounges back against the tree, eyes heavy-lidded and smiling at nothing, last minute reading for McGonagall’s class balanced over his face as he drifts off in the summer heat." Remus is stressed, tired and in love with his best friend. All he wants is for things to work out ok, and for an explanation as to all the paper birds that seem to be following him everywhere he goes.

*Prompt No.46: Star by Anythingtoasted [T, 2k]

In which Sirius finds a record player.

Punk Rock Suburban by GoldandScarlett [G, 3k]

Sirius follows Remus around all summer because he is his screwed up self, James is touring Europe, and no one actually likes Peter.

*Puppy Love Forever by Amuly [T, 3k]

Sirius promises to love Remus forever, and means it.

*denotes personal favorites

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livingdreams97 · 2 years ago

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Wednesday Addams -- "The wolf in my bed" (Part 1)

Wednesday Addams x Male reader/oc

Summary: The new girl at Nevermore Academy is forced to live with a person who is the complete opposite of herself. But what will happen when the brother of said roommate has a personality similar to Wednesday's?

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POV You

Being a teenager these days is not easy and anyone who says otherwise is lying. With all the technologies that exist today , we are bombarded with images of a "perfect" society in which different people and special abilities have no place.

But we are lucky because Nevermore Academy exists , where the students are all people with special psychic abilities or as they also call us: outcasts and where we can be ourselves at all times.

The only bad thing about Nevermore is Jericho, the town is almost half an hour walk away and where the students of Nevermore are not looked upon with good eyes .

Ajax : Hey Y/n.- I listen making me get out of my thoughts and pay attention to my friend. -Have you seen your sister ? - he asks me interested entering my room.

Y/n: I haven't seen her since the end of classes.- I answer confused, stopping to observe the wall painted in the shape of stone and getting up from my desk chair.

When I got to Nevermore they put me with a roommate in the double rooms, but I had some problems with my transformations while sleeping and Principal Weems moved me to another room.

She decided it was better to get me away from the students a bit and have a room to myself. So my room now is at the top of one of the towers and I can decorate it however I want.

Xavier was my first friend at the academy so when they changed my room, he offered to paint my room.

So with my love for nature and the forest, I asked him to help me decorate the room as if it were a cabin in the woods.

And the truth is that it turned out quite well. We only had to sand the walls, so that the wood had a lighter color and paint one of the walls as if it were a giant rock. Shortly after, Ajax appeared with his friend and he helped me with the furniture and some other detail . And I will be grateful to them for all my life, since my room in my safe place in this academy.

(This is how Y/n´s room is, but without the horns chandelier.)

In addition to the fact that if it were due to my twin, my room would look like a unicorn's vomit and that would be a constant torture for the eyes.

I see how a lock of my blonde hair is placed in front of my eyes and it bothers me. I have medium length hair that is combed back with some mousse .

Y/n: Why are you looking for her?- I ask confused, accommodating my hair back with my hand and approaching him.

Ajax: Because I've heard that they've given her a roommate.- he answers with a slight grimace. -And you know what I heard from her roomie? - asks what I deny. -That she eats human flesh and not only that, but she killed a boy in her last high school and ate him whole.- he tells me and I look at him somewhat strangely.

Y/n: I don't think that's true. - I deny with a bit of disbelief.

Ajax: Well, that's what they told me.- he nods with his head between excited and worried.

Y/n: My friend, you know that not everything people say is true, right? - I ask, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Ajax : I know.- He nods as if it were obvious. But who would invent such a thing ? - he asks me incredulously.

Y/n: Anyone who is bored.- I shrugged without giving it importance. -Are you coming to the square?- I ask him and he nods in response.

Ajax : You know something I don't understand?- he asks as we walk through the corridors of the school. –Why all the furry ones have hair everywhere and clearly you don't.- he comments pointing to my hair.

Y/n: Because my appearance does matter to me.- I answer without thinking too much about it.

Most of the werewolf students in this academy are rather scruffy, with long hair and not paying much attention to their appearance. But there are others to whom our physical appearance matters to us and we worry about having a good image.

Y/n: Do you know what I don't understand ? - I ask him funny. -That after years of being friends, you've realized now and not when we started to be friends.- I commented after he nodded.

Ajax : I suppose it's because I had never considered it.- he comments shrugging his shoulders.

I just shake my head and we continue walking towards the square. The square is where we students socialize and get together to plan things outdoors.

Ajax : Look, there 's your sister.- He points to the side of the square and yes, my sister is in the covered part of the place. -Come on.- he says and practically runs towards her.

I just look at him with a raised eyebrow, walking behind him and feeling a certain protectiveness towards my sister.

When I get to where they are, I only get to appreciate the face of situation and slight fear on my sister's face.

But when my sister steps away, I see a short girl with pale skin and black hair in two braids with bangs.

XX: Quite the contrary.- the new girl says impassively, staring at my friend who is now pale. -In fact, I make steaks with the bodies of my victims and feed them to my pets.- she says monotonously and without any facial gesture, causing a laugh on my part.

Y/n: I'm sorry.- I apologize clearing my throat when the three look at me. -It's not funny.- I deny, pressing my lips together to hold back my laughter, because of the look that my sister and one of my best friends are giving me.

Enid: Hee hee .- fakes an uncomfortable laugh. - Ajax , Y/n this is my new friend Wednesday and Y/n is my twin brother Wdnesday.- she introduces us, causing a slight interest in her eyes and I smiled in greeting.

Ajax : Wow, you're in black and white.- he comments, staring at the new girl. -Like a real Instagram filter.- he comments and I hit him on the neck. -Dude.- he complains, rubbing the back of his neck and giving me a dirty look.

Enid: Ignore him, he spends too much time getting high. Handsome but clueless.- she says pushing my friend, who runs away scared and I laugh before stopping processing the last thing he said.

Y/n: Kind of handsome but clueless?- I ask crossing my arms and frowning.

Enid: I don't know what you're talking about.- she responds playing crazy.

Y/n: You know exactly what I mean. - I accused her, completely ignoring the new girl. -You can't go out with Ajax.- I deny seriously.

Wednesday: And why can you tell her that she can't go out with that guy?– she question impassively and without any kind of emotion.

Y/n: Because there are rules between siblings and among those rules there is one not to go out with each other's best friends.- I comment with a fake smile. -And don't be offended, but this is none of your business.- I tell her somewhat sincerely.

Enid: Y/n!- she exclaims hitting my arm. -Wednesday is my friend now and you can't talk to her like that.- she reproaches me with some anger.

Y/n: Don't change the subject.- I point to my sister. -No.- I say seriously and walk away from them walking towards Xavier and Ajax .

Although my sister's new roommate seems interesting and I doubt the rumors about her are true, or at least the vast majority. I don't think getting close to her is the best thing.

Ajax: I swear Xavier, he looks like a living Instagram filter.- he tells our best friend.

Y/n: Do you want to stop saying nonsense? - I ask him a little funny. -She's a pale girl with black hair, it's not a filter.- I explain simply.

Ajax: But it looks like a black and white filter.- He defends his idea.

Y/n: You continue like this and you will end up seeing the day with a black filter.- I assure him with a somewhat evil smile.

Ajax: Don't even think about doing it again.- He points a finger at me, taking a step back and running to hide behind our friend.

Y/n: Try me.- I say moving my eyebrows in amusement.

Xavier: I don't want to repeat last year's discussion.- he assures us somewhat amusingly.

Ajax: Last year he started it and today he is starting it too.- he pointed out to me in the form of an accusation.

Y/n: How dare you.- I say with my hand on my offended chest. -It was you who stole my hamburger when I went to wash my hands and then I blamed Yoko.- I defend myself from what happened a year ago.

Ajax: Because it was Yoko who ate the hamburger!- he exclaimed with his hands in the air.

Y/n: So a vampire who feeds on blood ate a hamburger?- I ask ridiculously, trying to make him understand again what I told him last year.

Ajax: Yes.- he responds energetically.

Y/n: You tell him or I tell him.- I say with some exasperation to my other friend.

Xavier: Ajax , vampires feed on blood and don't usually eat anything else.- he explains slowly as if he were a 3-year-old child.

Ajax: Ok, I ate it and paid for it last year.- he admits again. -But I don't understand what's wrong with my opinion regarding the new one, you don't even know her and you're already defending her.- He points at me accusingly and I realize that it's true.

Xavier: Ajax is right about that, you've never defended anyone from a simple comment from this stupid one if it's not about your sister.- he comments intrigued, pointing to our gorgon friend . -Do you like the new girl? – he asks in a funny tone raising his eyebrow.

Y/n: What? No.- I deny immediately. -I've barely crossed two words with her and she doesn't look like she's looking for friends.- I assure him and they both look at each other, before looking at me with amusement .

Ajax: Y/n likes Wednesday, Y/n likes Wednesday.- he sings repeatedly and I growl at him angrily. -Oh oh.- he whispers looking at me with his eyes wide open.

Xavier: I would run away, my friend, before the wolf caughts you.- He comments amused and the gorgon does.

Y/n: Don't run away! - I shout starting to run after him and colliding with other students during the chase.

How dare he insinuate that I like Wednesday. I barely know her and in case I did like her, she's friends with my sister and that means I can't date her.

But I don't care, because I don't like it and there will be no problem with it. Exactly, I don't like her and I don't find her dark aura attractive at all.

That is, her dark aura is interesting to me? Possibly. That aura can be very attractive in a woman? It can also be. But that I like my sister's new pale roommate? No, that's a resounding and definitive no. Right?

Wednesday POV

I had barely spent two days in this jail and so far the events in my escape attempt have prevented my escape.

All because of three guys dressed up as religious fanatics and their crystalline masculine egos. If they hadn't turned up in the cafeteria, I'm sure Principal Weems wouldn't have found me and I'd probably be on a train away from this place by now.

But not. The events of this day lead me to this moment, playing my cello in the solitude and light darkness of the small terrace of my room.

With each chord, I try to feel better about my frustrated escape attempt. But it doesn´t make me fell any better.

Enid: How the hell did you get this big violin out the window? - she asks getting out to the terrace and looking at the musical instrument in my arms.

Wednesday: They have lent me a hand.- I answer unimportantly, referring to Thing.

Enid: Ok, and the rest of the body? - she asks with some fear, or maybe disgust.

Wednesday: It's one of the great secrets of the Addams family. - I answer leaving the bow on the sheet music stand.

Thing decides to enter the room, leaving me with my roommate in silence. Or at least until some howls can be heard breaking the silence of the night.

It is then that I realize what lunar phase we are in and a doubt arises in my head.

Wednesday: Why don't you howl? - I ask confused by her presence on the terrace and not in the forest with the rest of the wolves.

Enid: Because I can't.- She responds with a mixture of shame and perhaps sadness, and shows me her colored nails. -I only have this.- she refers to her claws moving away to the ledge. -My mother says that some people find it more difficult, but I have gone to the best lycanthrologists.- she tells me while I carefully put the cello on the ground. -I had to go to Milwaukee, can you believe it?- she asks ironically as I get up from the chair. -And he told me that there is a possibility that never... you know.- she explains without giving many details at the end.

Wednesday: And what will happen to you then?- I ask curious, walking towards her with crossed arms and placing myself at a safe distance from her on the ledge.

Enid: I'll be a lone wolf.- she answers, looking into the distance sadly.

Wednesday: That sounds very good.- I admit, imagining a world in which they would leave me alone on my own.

The Paradise.

Enid: Are you kidding?- she asks in an offended way. -My life would end completely, they would kick me out of the family pack with no prospect of finding a partner.- she explains as if it were the worst thing that could happen to her.

Wednesday: I still don't see the problem.- I comment sincerely, not seeing a problem in her situation.

Enid: I could die alone.- she exclaims in defense as if it were a weighty argument.

Wednesday: We all die alone, Enid.- I remind her sincerely.

Enid: No doubt you're terrible at it.- she says with a certain wet shine in her eyes and I look at her confused. -Cheering up people.- she clarifies and bows her head starting to cry.

Wednesday: Why are you crying ? - I ask confused in a monotonous way.

Enid: Because I'm sad.- she answered me obviously. -Have you never cried or has nothing affected you?- she asks with some curiosity.

Wednesday: It was the week after Halloween , I was 6 years old.- I start my story looking at the darkness of the sky slightly illuminated by the full moon. -I took Nero, my favorite scorpion for a walk in the afternoon and they ambushed us.- I tell her, recalling that fateful day. -They wondered what kind of geek would have a scorpion as a pet. Two of them held me down and forced me to watch. While the others ran over Nero, until...- I left the sentence in the air. -It was snowing when I buried what was left of it. I cried until I emptied what was left in my little black heart, but tears don't fix anything. So I swore never to cry again.- I finish telling my story.

Enid: Your secret is safe with me.- she whispers causing me to look at her for a few seconds. -But I still think you're very weird.- she says honestly.

Wednesday: The feelings are incredibly mutual.- I admit in the same way, before hearing a grunt and turning my face to the side.

At first I see nothing, until a black leg appears from the darkness of one of the corners and I become alert.

I see how from among the shadows of the terrace, a wolf as black as night and with blue-green eyes lets himself be seen.

Enid: What are you doing here? - I hear her question, causing me to look at her confused and realize that the question is addressed to the ferocious animal on the terrace.

The wolf just growls in response and takes a couple of steps towards us, causing me to take one back. I carefully observe the beast before my eyes, thinking about how to attack it and not get hurt in the attempt.

Enid: You shouldn't be here.- she tells him taking a couple of steps towards the beast and I open my eyes surprised at her stupidity. -You know there can't be boys in our rooms and last time Professor Thornhill almost caught you.- she reminds him a little angrily.

Wednesday: What are you doing? - I ask with some aggressiveness. -Do you want this beast to kill us?- I point to the animal, which as soon as it hears me growls at me and shows its teeth as a sign of threat.

Enid: To begin with; he's not a beast, he's my brother.- she denies reaching the wolf and caressing it between the ears. - And he usually comes to my room on full moon nights to comfort me.- she shrugged and I recover my impeccable posture.

Wednesday: Curious way of consolation.- I comment, tilting my head to one side and taking a better look at the wolf.

I detail the velvety appearance of its dark fur, the way in which its legs support its body and presence with grace and strength. I observe the pointed shape of his ears and the light color of his eyes fixed on me .

Enid: Do you want to touch it?– She asks and stop looking at the wolf to look at her. -He seems dangerous, but he really is like a puppy with a lack of affection.- she comments with a smile that's too big for my liking, hugging the wolf by the neck and earning a small growl from him.

Wednesday: I prefer to avoid touching the fur of that animal.- I say looking at the black hair. -I don't know where he's been and I don't trust an unknown animal.- I explain and I can see the confusion in my roommate's eyes.

Enid: But it's not just any animal, it's my brother.- she comments confused by my denial.

Wednesday: It's still someone unknown to me .- I remind her and by the time I realize it, my hand is on the animal's head.

Enid: You see how nothing happens.- she assures me with a huge smile, moving my hand over the surprisingly soft fur.

Wednesday: It's surprisingly soft.- I admit, feeling the strands of hair between my fingers.

Enid: I know, every night of the full moon Y/n comes to my room and consoles me for not having transformed yet.- she tells me. -And I usually comb his hair to calm me down.- she explains and I look between the animal and my roommate.

Wednesday: Anyway, it's late and the best thing will be to sleep.- I comment, stopping stroking the wolf and taking a step back to separate myself from him .

Enid: Sounds good to me.- she nods and without waiting for it, the wolf enters the room quickly, surprising me.

Wednesday: Where is he going ?- I ask confused, seeing how she also enters the room and I go behind her.

Enid: He usually sleeps with me.- she answers and I see the wolf already lying on her sister's bed. -I hope you don't mind, but it's warmer and more cuddly than a stuffed animal.- she makes a face, approaching her bed.

Wednesday: As long as he doesn't make any kind of noise I have nothing against it.- I comment looking at the wolf. -But if he makes any noise, he howles or he approaches my part of the room, I will make a coat with his fur.- I threaten seriously and I receive a growl from the wolf.

Enid: It won't be necessary to get to it.- she quickly denies with a scared face.

Wednesday: Perfect.- I nod walking towards my closet.

I quickly put on my night clothes and go out of the closet towards my bed. I turn off the light on my side and get into bed immediately.

I settle back into my usual sleeping position, placing my arms crossed over my chest and take a deep breath.

Enid: Good night, Wednesday .- I hear how she murmurs turning off the light on his side. -Good night Y/n.- she says in barely a whisper and I hear a faint, soft growl in response.

Wednesday: Good night, Enid and Y/n.- I say and receive a growl and a yawn in response.

I close my eyes, trying to fall asleep so I can put this fateful day behind me. But it seems that Morpheus avoids me and doesn't want to welcome me into his world.

I wait with my eyes closed and without moving an inch for sleep to overcome me, but I don't get it.

I toss and turn a bit, trying to steady my position in bed and trying to figure out why I can't sleep. Although I quickly realize that the posture is not the problem.

Maybe the problem is the constant reminder of my failure. Perhaps my failure to escape Nevermore has been deeper and more humiliating than I initially expected.

I come out of my thoughts, when I feel a warm and humid breath near my ear.

I quickly open my eyes and turn my face to the right, finding myself with clear eyes and a bundle full of hair.

Wednesday: I told you not to go to my side.- I growled, annoyed by the presence of the animal on my side of the room.

The wolf just lets out a soft growl, nuzzling his snout into my side and shoving me aside.

I look at him annoyed by his audacity to touch me and cross my side, but also confused by what he is trying to tell me. But my eyes widen even more , when he places one of his paws on my bed and pushes my body to the side with more force.

From one moment to the next, I find myself lying on one side of my bed and with a wolf on the other side of it nestling its head on my stomach.

I am completely confused by the position and presence of the wolf in my bed.

But I don't give it much thought, when I feel the body heat of the wolf wrap my body and the heaviness of my eyes becomes present.

All thought disappears from my consciousness and I am no longer aware of anything else . Morpheus has finally welcomed me with open arms and the reason why is unknown for now.

#wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday x reader #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday #wednesday addams x male reader #wednesday 2022 #wednesday imagine #wednesday netflix #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday addams #netflix wednesday #wednesday addams x male oc #male oc #oc character #enid sinclair #wednesday and enid #jenna ortega x male reader

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dramaticvhs · 2 years ago

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7 fics with 100k+ words (Teen Wolf)

I don't make a habit of reading longer fics because I get migraines and once I'm invested I can't bring myself to put them down. even if you're like me and don't read long fics, i encourage you to give these a try if they interest you. these are the longest ones I have bookmarked and I hope you enjoy them as much as I have ❤️

read tags. some fics may contain sensitive content. check pairings, ones included on this list might not be your cup of tea.

1. Don't Savage The Messenger by exclamation

(Sterek, Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 172,379 words)

There is an uneasy truce between the werewolves in the woods and the humans who live in Beacon Hills, protected by a magical boundary that gives warning any time a werewolf crosses it. Then the sheriff is taken by the werewolves and his son offers himself in exchange.

Stiles promises to serve the werewolf pack, not knowing what horrible use they might have for him. But it turns out his most useful skill is the ability to cross the boundary line between humans and werewolves. Life with the werewolves is nothing like he feared and the werewolves themselves are nothing like the hunters' stories would have him believe.

2. Bodies Can Be Bought But the Heart Cannot Be Owned; Only Given Freely by kyrene

(Sterek, Explicit, Underage and Rape/Non-con, 102,965 words)

In a world where the human race is enslaved by the werewolf race, Derek Hale struggles to recover from the damage caused to his teenage self by the human, Kate Argent. More to the point, he doesn't believe that slavery is right. But each werewolf gets a personal slave when they become an adult and he's long overdue.

The moment he sets eyes on the filthy, naked slave in the corner of the packed warehouse, Derek knows he has to bring him home. But can he ever gets Stiles, who has never known a kind owner before, to trust that he's finally found a safe place?

3. My, What Big Shoulders You Have (The Better to Help You Carry the Weight) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(Sterek, Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, 285,568 words)

“Talia was just telling me an interesting story,” his dad informed him. Stiles didn’t have the nerve to glance over at him, because he knew no matter how much he argued, the proof was all there. The wolves had found him, Parrish had picked him up on the side of the road, he had a fucking picture on his phone. He was screwed. No point in arguing, all it’d do is piss his father off even more.

“You don’t say,” Stiles offered slowly. “What uh—you know, I like stories. Is it a uh, good one?”

“It seems to be a matter of opinion,” Talia said with another kind smile. “I hear you had quite the night last night.”

Okay, time to cut his losses. He was already fucked, all he could do was apologize and hope she didn’t press for him to get fined and arrested. Given he was her husband’s friend’s son, he had high hopes.

“I’m really sorry,” Stiles blurted out. “It was stupid and-and irresponsible and just—I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have crossed into your territory. I should’ve known better, I do know better! It was a complete lapse in judgement and I am just—I am so sorry.”

4. Where the Real Beasts Are by kaistrex (weishen)

(Sterek, Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 109,100)

Crown Prince Stiles is gifted a direwolf on his eighteenth birthday by King Gerard I of Venatia. The only instruction? Never remove the collar.

Stiles never has been one to do as he’s told.

5. But I Know (a love like this will end in tragedy) by LadySlytherin

(Steter, Explicit, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 175,687 words)

What happens when you combine outstanding medical bills with a werecoyote ex-something-or-other, who doesn't understand boundaries?

In Stiles' case, the answer is: Peter Hale as a sugar daddy.

Stiles knew doing this with Peter was probably a bad idea. He knew it wouldn't be easy. He knew his friends wouldn't understand. Stiles also knew he was going to do it anyway.

6. What the Hell Is This, Baywatch? by Jenetica

(Melissa McCall/Stiles Stilinski, Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence and Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 101,913 words)

The summer Melissa expected: A happy reunion with Scott after his junior year of college, a slight uptick in work at the hospital, and a generally quiet couple of months.

The summer Melissa did not expect: A strangely tolerable friendship with Lydia Martin, a hellish bout of supernatural antics, and Stiles Stilinski turning into a hot lifeguard who’s decided he wants to spend his summer giving her some kind of sex-fueled conniption.

Guess which one she gets.

7. Divided Loyalties by LennaNightrunner

(Stackson, Explicit, Underage, 154,031 words)

Jackson returns home after a month spent in London trying (and failing) to start the next phase of his life there. Knowing now from experience that he’d be a fool to try to make it as a werewolf on his own, he asks Derek to take him in as a beta. Derek agrees on the condition that Jackson will do as he’s told. Jackson hopes that, despite the mess left in the wake of the Kanima, he might be able to repair his life in Beacon Hills. Of course, things haven’t really been going the way Jackson has hoped lately...

#sterek fic recs #sterek fics #sterek #steter fic rec #steter #stackson #teen wolf fic

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fallingrealms16 · 1 year ago

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Sterek Fic Recs PART4 <3

I realise not many people see these fic lists that i make but those that see them and read them i appreciate you, MUAH <3

(also the majority of these are by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) because their work is just so good i couldnt help but read all their works)

I Was A Teenage Werewolf by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas)

456K Words // Chapters: 50/50 // Hits: 199K // COMPLETED

//Explicit//

Stiles just knows he's going to get lost in the woods. There must be a Laura Palmer reference in there somewhere. A fork in the road retelling of Teen Wolf where Stiles is the one to get bitten.

2. Pretty Melody by thepsychicclam

30K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 80K // COMPLETED

//Explicit//

Stiles hasn't seen Derek in six years, so when he shows up at the bar where Stiles works, claiming to be some indie rock star, Stiles can't believe it. Stiles has even more trouble believing that he and Derek are about to have a one night stand. Soon one night turns into two and three, and seeing Derek causes old wounds to open for Stiles. As Stiles reconnects with Derek, he finds himself painting things he's been avoiding, and he thinks maybe he'll finally start to heal.

3. Beastly Lover by M4nEat3r

18K Words // Chapters: 19/? // Hits: 31K // UNCOMPLETED

//Explicit//

Stiles signs up for a werewolf dating site and meets someone, but who he ends up with isn't who he expected.

4. All The Better To Smell You With by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas)

9K Words // Chapters: 4/4 // Hits: 11K // COMPLETED

//Explicit//

A post-break-up Stiles finds himself standing on the front step of the rebuilt Hale house. He needs a place to stay and Derek has always accepted him as a member of his pack and one of his best friends. The only problem is, now that Stiles is seeing clearly, he's suddenly realised that maybe he never got over the pesky crush he had on a certain sourwolf and being in the same space is just going to make things awkward. Or is it?

5. Four Day Drive by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas)

5K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 5K // COMPLETED

//Explicit//

What happened between Stiles going to arrest Derek and when they arrive in Beacon Hills. This fic posits a previous sexual relationship between Derek and Stiles while Stiles is still underage hence the tag.

6. A Teenage Love Song by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas)

155K Words // Chapters: 26/26 // Hits: 73K // COMPLETED

//Explicit//

Stiles is sick and tired of how much he fucks up. His dad is disappointed, his step-mom judges and his step-brother can do no wrong. It's not that he doesn't love them, he just gets so tired of being different. Now he's being moved lock, stock and barrel to Beacon Hills aka the town his mom grew up in so they can go live in his grandma's house and his father can get him back on the straight and narrow. It's going to suck.

7. Permanent Fixture by linksofmemories_archive

80K Words // Chapters: 4/4 // Hits: 434K // COMPLETED

//Explicit//

Derek is Scott's older brother. Stiles is Scott's best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.

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welostutopia · 2 years ago

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so here’s the thing. rebooting the original 1980s teen wolf film as a series worked because they weren’t trying to be the the 1980s film. the film was a silly comedy, the series was darker (both thematically and aesthetically and seriously the lighting needed serious work but i digress) and the only real connections was a teen called scott turning into a werewolf and his friend stiles, everything else about the show established it as an thing in its own right, unconnected to the film.

this teen wolf the movie as a follow up to the series didn’t work and that’s for a number of reasons.

1. it relies way to heavily on nostalgia, the amount of throw backs and hints to the series would have worked, been endearing even, if we weren’t in the age of streaming when people could go back and rewatch the series whenever the want, and if there had been a longer gap between the series and the film. season 6 ended in 2017, my first year of university, it is now 2023, i graduated in 2020. september 2017-january 2023 isn’t even 6 years, the show is still fresh for so many people, and so many people are still discovering the series that it makes the nostalgia grabs feel cheap

2. the nogitsune is an iconic teen wolf villain, season 3 is many peoples favourite season for a reason, and while a large part of that is because of dylan and his impeccable acting as void stiles, another huge part of that is the nogitsune itself, this film does not do the nogitsune justice in the slightest. it’s another nostalgia grab, the writers basically went ‘remember your favourite season and favourite villain? well we bought the villain back’ and it sucks. flip side of that, the heavy reliability on nostalgia requires fans to remember every single detail of the series to piece things together, i spent part of the film confused until i remembered something from the series and then everything made sense.

3. none of the characters seemed to mature, every single character was making mistakes they made as teenagers, and should have learnt from, while they are now in their 30s, it felt like character development wasn’t even something the writers considered and i was so annoyed

4. fan favourites were missing. sure we’ve known for a while that dylan, arden, daniel and cody weren’t returning, but stiles is the reason that so many people got into teen wolf, isaac was a fan favourite and his exit from the show, and everyone seemingly forgetting about him, was something that the fandom never excepted. kira had the fandom divided on opinions, but that was down to the writers, kira deserved a better ending, and arden deserved better than how she was treated (100% support her decision not to come back). theo again had people divided, but by the end a lot of people had warmed to him, i think having him back would have helped at least a little bit, his snark and overall attitude contrasted perfectly with the righteousness of so many of the characters

5. the writing sucked, i’m sorry but so many of the lines felt like they were written by middle ages writers for a gen z teen show and y’all know exactly what i mean by that. teen show dialogue is so uncomfortable for people in their teens and just out of their teens to hear because it’s so unrepresentative and this had the same feel. the plot also felt simultaneously rushed and also drawn out, which is a talent in its own right, but not a good one.

6. eli. listen, eli as a character is fine but his existence creates a multitude of plot holes. he’s been alive the same amount of time that allison has been dead, who is his mother? who was derek romantically involved with in season 2/3, they discuss eli as a young child, toddler age really, but it was never seen in the show, when exactly did derek find out about his son, when did this happen?

7. stydia. 6 seasons it took for them to develop stydia. 6b was weird enough with lydia being more excited over seeing jackson than her own boyfriend and then the film we find out they broke up over a potential premonition. i get that dylan not coming back probably changed things, but to have a 6 season long slow burn to end like that, it’s disappointing and honestly lazy writing.

8. bringing characters back from the dead, at this point it’s boring. teen wolf had already done that in the series, if you’re a fan of supernatural you saw it happen basically every season. bringing dead characters back to life no longer has the affect it once had on audiences

9. derek’s death. listen, the idea of derek dying isn’t a bad plot device, and at this point not enough main or key characters have died when you think about how high stakes the plot was, however the way it was done annoyed me. having him die the same way his family did, and having is son watch it happen, it was unnecessary trauma porn.

10. off the back of point 9, the allusion to sterek with the jeep analogy. i’m a sterek shipper, always been a fan of that pairing (also a stydia shipper so frankly either way the plot went i would have been happy but no one ends happily here so fuck your jeff) it’s become a thing with long running shows that have a popular queer ship among fans to allude to a one sided love in the finale/film special and then kill the character with the one sided love. this sucks on multiple levels. it’s the worst kind of fan service, if you’re going to give me queer characters then give them to me openly, i don’t want allusions or subtext, it also plays off as writers and producers realising they weren’t inclusive enough and trying to remedy it in the worst possible way.

11. allison. listen, we love allison, she’s great. she didn’t need to be resurrected but we move on. my biggest issue is, she died when she was 17, she was then resurrected 15 years later, surely that suggests that she is still 17 while everyone around her has aged by 15 years, to then bring back scallison made me slightly uncomfortable (might just be me though)

12. harris. not only do they bring someone back from the dead. but it’s a basically forgettable character, he was only around for a few episodes and it’s frustrating that there’s zero explanation as to how he’s alive, nor is there any reason for his knowledge of the nogitsune, let alone his desire to release him despite some flimsy revenge plot

13. hikari. i get that with bringing back the nogitsune they felt that they needed a kitsune and with arden (rightfully) not coming back they needed a new kitsune, but they ruined her character basically immediately. there wasn’t time in a film to introduce or get to know her, she was a plot device necessary only for the fact they were bringing the nogitsune back, and keeping scott alive.

14. continuity? season 6 ended with the pack basically running for their lives as the existence of supernatural creatures became widely known and helping other supernatural creatures find safety. the film didn’t address that, the film made out that the existence of supernatural creatures was once again not widely known. what happened in that time? the continuity issues led to so many plot holes it’ll take multiple rewatches for me to find them all and i am not putting myself through that again.

basically this film was unnecessary, it was a badly executed cash grab banking on nostalgia to bring people back. i’m a firm believer that when it’s time you should let things go, teen wolf should have ended with 6a, 6b was the worst instalment in the series and then less than 6 years later they followed with an even worse film. it honestly felt like fanfiction and not in a good way, but what’s worse is it worked, teen wolf fans (including myself) tuned in, sure mine was from morbid curiosity but i am now still a viewer, sure reviews are bad and fans are annoyed, but they’re getting views and in the entertainment industry that’s all that matters.

anyway, can streaming services and hollywood stop remaking/rebooting/making follow ups and sequels stop. so few are done well, and frankly it’s unnecessary.

#teen wolf #teen wolf the movie #teen wolf the movie spoilers #god this film sucked #when it comes to entertainment nostalgia is the enemy

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anawinchester02 · 1 year ago

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Brush Yourself Off; An Ana Winchester Story

First chapter of a Sister-Winchester story. Anastasia Winchester, youngest of three, and her life with her dad and brothers.

“Brush yourself off.”

That’s what dad always said. It started at the ripe age of four. Or at least, that’s when I became old enough to understand it. See, being a Winchester didn’t come with the hugs and kisses that normally came from a good dad. Not that my dad wasn’t a good one, he did the best that he could, all things considered. Truthfully, my brothers did most of the work raising me, with some help from uncle Bobby when dad was out of town.

I still remember the first encounter with something sinister. Something otherworldly. Something dad had been fighting for years. I remember the first wendigo I ever laid my eyes on. I was four. Dad told me to stay in the car like always. I tried to listen, I really did. Until I heard my brother, Dean, calling out for help. Dean was my best friend, not just my oldest brother. So naturally, as any logical four year old would, I threw open the car door and raced toward the call as quickly as my little legs could carry me. I was too late to save Dean from a gnarly gash on his leg, but not too late for the wendigo to spot me, and slash it’s nasty claws against my side, slamming me onto the ground and onto my back, screaming for help just like Dean.

Unsurprisingly, when dad finally made it to us and took care of the beast, he was not happy. I was fine, aside from the scrapes and bruises and a few wounds that probably should’ve been taken care of, but my ego was being quickly beaten down as dad yelled at Dean and I the whole ride back to the motel. “NEVER disobey me like that again.”, “that was a direct order.”, “you could have been killed!”, “how could you be so stupid?”, he screamed.

When he finally got bored of yelling, or just had nothing left to say, I turned to Sammy in the back seat, my hand still pressed firmly against my aching side, and quietly told him, “It hurts, Sammy…” Sam shushed me and wrapped an arm around me just before dad barked out, “Brush yourself off. You have to toughen up if you want to keep coming on the road with us. If I say you’re fine, you’re fine. Understand?”. “Yes sir.” I muttered sheepishly, tucking my head into Sammy’s arm.

It was one of the many times that I would be harshly told, “brush yourself off.”. I took it to heart. I became the perfect little soldier, just like Dean. I grew up sturdy, tough, and independant. I was Dean's little mini-me, dad's perfect little girl. Even when Sam went off to college, Dean and I stayed. I dropped out of school promptly after Sam left, and the three of us were the dream team.

I never asked for help, I never showed my pain. I lived by my dad's words, "brush yourself off.". He would say it after every hunt. Until he wasn't there.

Dean and I didn't start to worry until two weeks went by, and we still hadn't heard from him. Dean was quietly worried, I was more aggressive with my worry. I was more angry. How could the man who constantly told me to brush it off, not brush it off himself? He was my hero. How dare he disappear like that.

Dean and I were staying in different rooms the night I broke.

We rarely did, but I finally convinced Dean that as a teenage girl, I needed my own space sometimes, and as a Winchester, I would be fine on my own. In Dean's defense, he wasn't worried about me because he thought I couldn't handle myself, he was worried because he noticed how not okay I'd been since dad had left. He knew I was tough, but he raised me, he was the only one who was truly there for me through every scraped knee and werewolf scratch. Nothing got passed him when it came to me. I was his little girl. He noticed the way I responded to Sam leaving, he saw how it made me sloppier on hunts. Almost like I just stopped caring about what happened to me. He watched me shut down, but he knew I was too prideful to ever say anything.

That night was the night I just couldn't do it anymore. It had just been festering inside my head. Every victim I couldn't save, every friend I had lost. Every fight I had with dad where he said I would never amount to be as good as my brothers. Every little thing, every insult, every bruise, every monster, everytime I brushed myself off. I was sitting on my motel bed, just covered in dirt and blood from the hunt that evening, and I just couldn't bring myself to get up. This never happens to me. I'm always the strong one. That day, I felt about as helpless as I did as a little girl faced with a wendigo for the first time.

The clock on the wall just kept ticking, like it was taunting me for being so helpless. I had to do something. I felt paralyzed. I needed... help. But truthfully, I didn't even know if I was allowed to ask for help. I never had before.

With all the energy I could muster, I crept off the bed and to the door. It wasn't that late yet, and Dean hardly slept anyway, so I knew he'd still be up. If getting off the bed had been hard, lifting my hand to knock on his door was harder than fighting a goule.

He answered as quick as he always did, and his confused look on his face was the worst of everything, because I knew he would never expect this from me.

"You're a mess, kid." he said softly. I just stared at his feet, unsure of what to actually say. "Hey," he tried, "are you okay?" he asked, reaching a hand out nervously before withdrawing it, as if I would break at the touch. Holding back the same tear that had been threatening to fall for years, I managed to choke out the only thing I could think to say.

"I think I need you to brush me off..."

Just like that, everything the two of us had been taught to do went right out the window. Dean's hand finally made contact with my shoulder and he tentatively pulled me into the room and into his arms. He held the back of my head and tucked his chin onto the top of my head. I wanted to cry, but those pesky Winchester genes were still holding onto every unshed tear. So I just closed my eyes and tried to ground myself instead. "We'll get you cleaned up, kid, don't worry about a thing."

All I could do in response was let myself drop further into his arms, and he held up my weight without complaint, starting to walk me towards the motel bathroom.

"I'm so sorry..." I whispered, feeling the deepest guilt for not being as strong as my brothers yet again. "Not a thing to be sorry for, kiddo.", he answered, "we all break every once in a while." "You don't." I spat back as he lowered me onto the edge of the tub and turned the faucet on. "Oh I wish that was true, kid, but we all do, even dad." he answered again.

I just looked at him like he had two heads. "I'm not a kid, and you're lying.". He just chuckled and wet a rag to start rinsing dirt and grime off my arms. "Why are you being so nice? You should be mad at me." I asked, wincing just slightly as the rag went over some raw skin that I hadn't noticed before. "It's what I'm here for, you know that, sister. There's a reason you came to me. Obviously, you knew that you could." I didn't respond. I didn't even acknowledge that I heard him. He was right, but I didn't know how to admit it. He was always the one there, silently patching me and Sam up. He had been brushing me off for years, but neither of us were allowed to acknowledge it. He was nursing my fevers and helping me walk since before I could remember. It stayed quiet for some time. Dean didn't ask anything of me, he washed my hair, he got all the blood off of me, and even tried drying my hair with the shitty motel hairdryer. When I was all cleaned up, he grabbed one of his less worn shirts and helped me slip it on. Once I was finally sat on the bed, he sat next to me and sighed.

"Alright, kid." he started, before I cut him off. "I'm not a kid." I demanded. He chuckled again in a way that made me feel so small. "baby, you will always be a kid to me." he said, I huffed, and he continued quickly, "not because I don't respect and admire the incredible adult you're becoming, but because you will always be my kid sister for as long as I'm alive. Just like Sam will always be my kid brother, wherever he is. I raised you two."

At the mention of Sam I visibly stiffened, Dean blinked down at me.

"Oh, hey," he softened his voice, "Is that what's got you so upset?" he pried. "I really don't want to talk about Sam right now." He nodded. "I know.", and he didn't press it. "But I have a feeling you didn't come to me for help just because you were caked in blood. I've seen you looking a lot worse and a lot happier." I wasn't sure how to answer him. He was right again, I was usually so much stronger than this. "I don't know what's wrong with me." I finally chirped out. "There's a lot wrong with us, kid. That's what makes us Winchesters." I just barely cracked a smile. "I know, that's the problem, De. I'm not good enough to hold that name." He cocked his head and put an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. "I know you won't believe me, but you are more of a Winchester than any of us combined. You are strong, and you have put up with so much for so long." I just lowered my head and stayed quiet. "Hey," he shook my shoulder, "what's going on inside that head of yours?" "I don't know.". I didn't know. He just nodded. "That's okay, we'll figure it out.", and it fell into silence again.

"How do you do it, De?" I finally piped up. "Do what?" "Brush yourself off." He tightened his grip on my shoulder. "Same way you always do," "Don't lie to me again, Dean. How do you KEEP doing it." He sighed. "I had no other choice, kid." he answered bluntly. I didn't answer, hoping he would continue. "Someone had to be there for you and Sammy." he continued. "And what about you?" I asked, guilt settling in the pit of my stomach. He smiled down at me. "You were there for me too, pipsqueak. If I didn't have you, I would have broken a long ass time ago. That's why I gotta keep your annoying ass around." I cracked a smile. "There she is," he quipped at the sight of my smile. "Is that why you can't sleep when we don't share a room?" I asked him. "Hey! Share a back seat with someone long enough and unfortunately you get used to their presence!" he smiled back at me, defensively. "You never shared the back seat with me!" I argued, "It was always Sam and I in the back!" "You clearly have some memory loss, kid. Must've gotten knocked in the head one too many times." he joked. "Bullshit!" I scolded and smacked his shoulder. "You always sit up front with dad!" "And you're always wrong!" he fought back, "when you were little you used to refuse to sleep next to anyone else! You would cry until I would crawl into the backseat with you. Even dad couldn't get you to bed without me." I didn't want to believe him, but I had to admit that it made sense. I always had trouble when dad and Dean went out on hunts together and I stayed with Bobby. Even now that I fought for my own room, I never really slept when I couldn't hear Dean on the other side of the wall cleaning his guns. "Well that wasn't my decision, I was a baby, it doesn't count." "You're still a baby." he shot back. "Am not!" he nudged my shoulder and I nudged him back. "How you feeling?" he asked suddenly. I shrugged. "I don't know.", I said again. "Are you gonna be okay?" he asked. I was quiet. "I don't know." I said once more. "Do you need anything from me?" I was about to say no, but he interrupted. "Don't give me the Winchester answer. Give me the baby sister answer, please. I don't need you hiding from me the way Sam always did." "I said I didn't want to talk about Sam." I said harshly. "I know.. sorry. Is there anything you need from me?" He repeated. I had to take a second to think. I never really knew what I needed. The hunter side of my brain knew that I wasn't allowed to think of my owns needs, only the needs of the civilians. "I'm tired.". It was all I could think to say. "and I'm worried about dad." I added. "Don't worry about dad, he's always okay." "I know." I said. "I-..." I paused to take in a deep breath, not sure if I was allowed to say this. This whole feelings thing was new to me. "I miss dad." I blurted out.

This was such uncharted territory for me and I half expected to get smacked in the back of the head by dad just for saying it. That's when it all suddenly dawned on me. I've been with dad for so long, that he had taken away the one thing from me that made me human. I was afraid to feel. The tears welled up in my eyes before I could register what was happening. I wiped desperately at my eyes, hoping I could somehow hide it from Dean.

"Hey hey hey!" he cooed, as if I was truly a baby again. "You're okay!" he stressed as all Hell broke loose in my emotions. "I know, I know, you're okay, I've got you." he pulled me in closer and tried to help me wipe away my tears.

I was panicking. This had never happened to me before, and if Dean was being completely honest, he was panicking too. He couldn't remember the last time I cried. Even when I was badly hurt on hunts I hardly let a tear fall.

"I-.." he started. "I miss him too." he lied. He truthfully couldn't say that he missed him, more like he was scared. Scared of what could possibly keep dad from contacting us both. He never went more than a week without reaching out somehow. All Dean knew was that he had to take care of you. He had to take care of dad's little girl. That was always his job, before anything else.

"No!" I shouted through broken sobs. I shoved Dean away and stood from the bed, backing away quickly. Dean raised his hands in a surrendering motion and stood up. "This isn't right!" I screamed. "I don't know why I feel this way! I should feel happy he's gone! I should feel RELIEF! Why do I miss him?! He's the reason I'm like this! He's the reason I'm broken! He broke me!". I was an absolute mess. Dean never saw me like this, not once, and he was scared.

"I know, I know, kid. Please. Come here." He took a slow short step toward me, "Please. We can figure this out together. You don't have to be scared. He's not here, he can't hurt you or get mad at you. It's just you and me, kid.". He spoke to me like I could break at any moment. Like I was made of glass. I felt like I was. "Dean I-..." I didn't know what I needed. "I'm..." I tried to breathe through a sob. "I'm tired." I finally choked out pathetically, defeated.

He looked at me like I was breaking his heart. He took another step toward me and opened his arms slightly. "C'mon then, kid. Let me brush you off, please."

I all but collapsed in his arms again, my sobs now falling into his chest. "I miss him..." I choked out one more time. "I know. We'll find him." "No-..." I connected, "Not dad..."

Dean took a breath and shut his eyes, tilting his chin up off my head for just a moment. "I know." he whispered. "I miss him too." I tried to catch my breath. "I don't understand how he could leave us... He knows how dad is. He left us here with him." Every word out of my mouth shocked me to my core. Never in my life had I said a single word against my father. Dean didn't know how to answer me this time. He had his own trauma with dad, and even though I was breaking, he never could. Dad was still a saint in his eyes, but he also couldn't argue with me. Not when I was so broken up. "You wouldn't have left even if he had tried to take you with him." I nodded and cried. "Then he should have stayed..." I explained. Dean brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. "I can't speak for Sam, pipsqueak. But I can promise you that I will never leave you. Under absolutely no circumstances are you ever getting rid of me." he pulled my head up at the end of his sentence and looked in my eyes. I just nodded and tried to hold more tears at bay. "Do you hear me, kid?" he asked. "I hear you, De." "Good. And you better not ever forget it." he kissed my forehead and then held my head to his chest again. I soaked in the scent of motor oil and gunpowder and tried to find my breath again.

"Hey kid?" Dean asked. "Yeah?" "Since-.." he paused. "Since when do you call me 'De' again? You haven't called me that since you were a kid."

I froze. I hadn't even registered that I had said it. "Well..." I tried to think up an excuse to not seem vulnerable. "I'll... I'll always be a kid to you, right? You just said that." He smiled over me. "Yeah. Yeah, kid, you're right." He held me a little tighter. "Hey Dean?" I asked. "Yeah, kid?" he sounded so soft. "Can I stay with you tonight?" I asked shyly. He shifted slightly. "After all that fuss about having your own room?" he teased. "Please?" I looked up at him with red rimmed eyes and for just a moment he could've sworn I was four again in the back of the impala. "Yeah, yeah of course you can, pipsqueak. Anytime you need to." He let go of me and I climbed into the bed. He sat atop the covers near me and turned on the shitty motel TV. Scooby-doo was playing, and I finally felt at home.

"Dean?" I asked much later, and my eyes began to get heavy. "Yeah?" he responded, still very much wide awake. "Are we gonna find dad?" I asked. "Yeah, baby, we are." he told me, confident. I paused. "And what if he's not okay?" I continued. "We'll do what he taught us to do." he said firmly, taking his eyes away from the TV and looking at me finally. I looked at him confused.

"We'll brushed him off too."

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