#i feel insane though because i usually have a much easier time saying no than most people i know

[keeksandgigz]

more 18+ smutty thots (minors dni)

I don't know what came over me I was supposed to write an essay and this came out. disgustingly fluffy smut under the cut.

ok so while the idea of being fingered with rings on is really hot, I personally think it's really painful, you just get repeatedly punched in the pussy by like chunky metal. not very hot.

so picture this, Eddie always fingers you with his right hand because it's easier to take off one ring than three, big, chunky ones. He usually puts it down somewhere, maybe on his dresser or his desk, just so he knows he won't lose it.

And he's kneeling on the floor between your legs, getting ready to give you the biggest and sloppiest and the best head of your life. His hair is tied up and his other hand is keeping your thighs spread- now, the bite of those rings on your thigh you don't mind. They're cold and your flesh gets stuck in the gap between the ring and his finger, giving your inner thigh a delicious pinch.

But he's shirtless and he's famished and you notice that he still has that ring on. And he's circling your entrance with his ring and middle finger and as much as you'd love for him to keep going, because he's making you feel so good you have to stop him.

He emerges from in between your thighs, alarmed.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Need to stop?" his eyebrows are curled in a concerned manner, he's worried you weren't enjoying it. Ever the people pleaser.

"No no no, not at all" you huff, there is not enough oxygen in your brain for you to think right now. You stare at the ceiling, hoping that miraculously the words will come to you.

"What is it then?" he urges, giving your thigh a soft squeeze.

"Your um- your ring" you whisper softly, tilting your head towards his slick soaked fingers. He takes a moment to register, looking at his right hand, seeing the small little silver ring on his ring finger.

"Oh shit, sorry sweetheart" he goes to clean his fingers on the duvet of his bed, which makes you wince a bit. He probably won't was those sheets anytime soon.

He takes his ring off, but a malicious grin adorns his face as he plays with it a little, looking at you, still spread open and naked on the bed for him.

"Why don't you hold on to it for me?" he asks, as he reaches for your left hand, placing the slightly loose ring on your fourth finger. Your ring finger.

The thought makes you gasp as he wastes no time diving back into eating you out. His thick fingers spreading you open for him, as the gesture, though small, makes a wave of arousal mixed with utter love and devotion wash over you.

Your moans get louder with the possessive nature of the gesture, he wanted you to be his.

"Yeah? Y'wanna be my little wife?" he says in between licks and sucks at your core as his fingers make quick work of brushing that soft spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. His words only top the whole thing off.

"Oh- sh-yes, Eddie!" and you're not even sure what you're saying yes to. Everything feels too good, from the way his ringed hand is gripping your thigh, to the way his too- big ring burns its way into your skin. His. His little wife.

Your right hand digs at his hair, grabbing and pawing at the soft curls, urging him to fulfill you, a carnal need for more of him. A need for him to have you in any way he can.

His fingers picked up the pace, compensating for your mouth separating from you, chin and nose covered in slick.

"Who would've guessed a ring was all you needed. I put this little piece of tin on your finger and you go insane? Trust me baby, I'll give you the real thing. I'll give you everything you want" he mumbles against the skin of your tummy, mouthing soft praises.

"So good for me, aren't you. Gonna be mine so soon" and the promises of such a certain future make your head reel. His fingers curling inside of you as you cry out, the feeling of him being everywhere on you. Inside and out.

His hair fanning on your tummy as he continues his trail of hisses to the hinge of your knee, your calf, your ankle. The arch of your foot.

Then his hand is on you, brushing stray hair out of your face, cupping your cheek as your moans become lighter, airier.

"You close, baby? My little wife wants to cum for me?" he asks, his mouth against the seam of your thigh, licking and sucking bruises in his wake.

And you can't really speak aside from soft hn! noises and the occasional cry of his name, a prayer above as your walls begin to tighten around him.

"'mclose" you deliver curtly and he smiles, watching the way your cheeks flush, your eyes can't stop rolling to the back of your head.

"C'mon, baby, cum for me" he says, and like a spell has been cast on you, you follow his order, tightening around his fingers that don't seem to be stopping as you ride out your orgasm.

You have to push his hand away, an overwhelmed whine coming out of your mouth as you lay there.

"No more, no more" you chant, laying back as he sits on his bed, laying your head on his lap, caressing your matted and sweaty hear, brushing them away from your forehead as you catch your breath, playing with the new addition to your finger to steady yourself.

"You can keep that if you want. Gonna get you a chain, wear it around your neck" he says, smiling down at you.

"But it's yours, Ed" you squeak out, tired in a post orgasmic glow.

"Consider this an advance. For when I get to put a ring on that pretty finger" he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

And you feel safe, secure. Happy.

[soapsbaby]

Goodbyes

Summary: How you and your CoD partner would spend the last day and night before they have to go off on a mission.

Characters: Simon “Ghost” Riley, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, König, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra, John Price, Valeria Garza, all x gn!reader Rating: SFW Themes: Angst, sadness, softness, no warnings needed Word count: 1300ish

Ghost

He’ll try to push you away, as if that would make it easier for both of you.

Once he can tell that he just makes you upset, he apologizes and makes sure the two of you get to do whatever you want to, usually you prefer to just get takeout with him, stay in bed and cuddle.

To him it’d be easier to not do that, it makes him miss you even more, but he does it for your sake. He knows that if something bad happens to him that you’ll be the one who suffers most, so he makes sure your feelings are prioritized.

He makes sure to say goodbye to you at night so he doesn’t have to wake you up in the morning and make leaving even harder on his part. He tries to be stoic about it but he hates every second of it, especially if you fall asleep on top of him and he has to gently shove you off and then just leave you behind.

Soap

He will absolutely not leave your side at all, trying to make the most out of your last hours together. No matter where you go, he’ll have a hand around your waist, is constantly kissing you and showering you in affection.

He tries his very best to be as cheerful as possible even though it’s hard, but he hates seeing you worried or sad. 

Before he leaves in the morning he makes sure he has something prepared for you, he puts flowers in the kitchen for you to find, notes on the mirror. You’ll also almost always wake up to a voice message on your phone by him, telling you that he loves you and that he’ll be back as soon as possible and there’s always a suggestion on what you will do, whether he wants to take you to a fancy restaurant he heard about or some nice café.

König

He gets quiet. His anxiety almost always tells him that something terrible will happen to either you or him once he leaves and the thoughts slowly drive him insane until he leaves and his brain switches into work-mode.

Even though he doesn’t really talk to you about it, you can tell that it bothers him and so usually you are the one trying your best to cheer him up. It also helps when you plan things you will do after he comes back and not even let the possibility that he might get hurt become an option. Oh, it’ll be just a week until you’re back, I might as well book the cinema tickets right now, right? 

He has a hard time expressing it, but he is eternally grateful for how casual you are on the outside even though you are of course freaking out as well. His job is really, really dangerous and him not coming back is always unfortunately a possibility.

He'll cuddle you to sleep and kiss you in the mornings, softly telling you that he loves you.

Price

He always makes sure to treat you to a nice dinner before he leaves, to leave a good impression, as he puts it. This can mean that you go to a nice, upscale restaurant, but he also loves cooking at home for you. He loves providing for you in general but the days before missions are the ones where he goes all out, going to the market for the fanciest ingredients and making sure you have an appetizer, main course, dessert and whichever expensive wine fits the meal the most.

He’s usually in good spirits before missions and not too worried about his wellbeing which rubs off on you. He is confident that nothing will happen, so you are too. 

You get up with him so you can have an early breakfast and spend some time talking before he has to leave.

Gaz

It hits him so much harder than it hits you. Not even because he is afraid that something will happen to him when he’s gone, just because he hates being apart from you for so long. 

If he got his way you’d just spend all day in bed, his face buried against your chest and rubbing his back but you usually try to at least get him out of the house a little bit, go for a walk or grab a coffee somewhere.

He is always affectionate but those days you won’t be able to get rid of him, not that you want to. He just needs as much reassurance as you can give him.

He really struggles getting out of bed in the morning, usually he’ll roll over to you again and kiss you awake, telling you he doesn’t want to leave and how much rather he’d stay with you. It doesn’t matter whether he has to leave earlier than you, usually you`ll get ready with him, giving him as many hugs and kisses in the process and sending him off with a smile. He doesn't have to know that you break down once he has left.

Rudy

The day before is always reserved for a family party, a barbecue or some other get together. He goes away often so not his entire family will come over every time but there’ll always be someone there. His family is incredibly important to him and he also feels much more secure knowing that you have a good relationship with them so you are taken care of if something were to happen to him. 

Once it becomes evening, though, he will make sure that he can focus on you and you only. Usually you won’t do anything “special” but he makes sure to take his time to talk to you, to make sure you are alright and that there is nothing on your mind that you are not telling him. There is nothing more important to him than clear communication and making sure he is on good terms with all of the people he loves before leaving for a mission.

You’ll fall asleep in his arms and wake up the same way, he would never leave before saying goodbye to you. Usually you’re still sleepy and he’ll kiss you goodbye, tuck you back in and let you keep sleeping.

Alejandro

He tries his very best to be as casual before missions as he can, going through his regular schedule and not to make too big of a deal out of it, but you can tell that he is giving you more affection than usual, being a little more touchy and telling you how much he loves you even more than he does otherwise. 

He’ll make sure that everything is taken care of before he’s gone, taking you grocery shopping before and stocking up on everything that you might need. He also makes sure you pick up extra on some items to make the time easier for yourself, a good book, some snacks, maybe a bottle of wine. 

He is a true romantic at heart but he keeps the special dates and occasions away from your last days, it feels like bad karma otherwise.

He’ll make sure you are comfortable getting to sleep and that he has told you a million times that he adores you, that he’ll be back so soon and that you don’t have to worry one bit.

Valeria

She tries so, so very hard not to show it, but she is terrified every time she leaves that it will be the last time she gets to see you. Hell, she might not even get hurt but she might get caught and go to jail for the rest of her life.

She always makes sure that she has her affairs in order before she leaves, makes sure that you have access to everything you need so you can get away safely and not be punished for your connection to her. 

She’ll be extra affectionate, making sure that you know that she loves you and also making a point that she would never be mad at you for denying any connection you have to her if she gets into legal trouble. 

She treats every goodbye like it might be your last one, kissing you like she never gets to again and spending the entire night holding you. 

[destinationtrekk]

Albert Wesker NSFW Alphabet

a/n: not edited, and i included links to ones already answered in asks so this wasn't a million scrolls long

nsfw below the cut, 18+ only

masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

 aftercare with wesker 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Wesker is an ass and thighs man. He’s staring you down in your uniform behind his sunglasses, and don’t be surprised if you have to repeat yourself when you’re sitting close to him and wearing shorts. If you shake your ass when he’s fucking you from behind he’s heart eyes and drooling like a cartoon character. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He always asks to finish inside you. He’s not really into breeding all that much, he’s just obsessed with the way his cum leaks out of your hole and how it leaves his cock sticky and shiny when he pulls out. However he also isn’t a fan of mess or having to change the sheets every other day, so if he’s feeling really lazy he might even wear a condom just to make it easier on both of you. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Panty sniffer. Why are you booing? I’m right. This guy has INSANE biological and physiological differences from a normal human, so excuse him if you just smell amazing. It isn’t a fetish or anything, don’t make it weird. He’s just able to smell you way past your preferred fragrance, and your natural scent drives him insane. Even better if you wear boxers because then HE can wear them and smell like you and– 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not very experienced when you first get together, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t good! He knows exactly what to do, and he’s watched you enough that he can memorize your tells and most sensitive spots pretty easily. He’s a fast learner. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Face down ass up, by far. Sure, he loves you on your knees and he adores watching your face twist in pleasure, but being able to press you into the mattress while your ass jiggles against his torso– heaven. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a pretty serious guy. Not to say he doesn’t have his silly moments when the two of you are feeling especially loving and giddy, but he takes sex as an opportunity to share your devotion to one another, not as a game or way to simply pass the time 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

A little darker than his hair, but still noticeably blond. He keeps it trimmed pretty short. This goes back to his cleanliness like with cum– he wants to be presentable and also doesn’t want his entire groin wet and sticky when the two of you are finished. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends on what Wesker you like. STARS and uroboros!Wesker are heavy on sweet words and gentle, loving sex, while RE4 or 5!Wesker like it more rough and (dare I say) violent. Not mean!! They just prefer to leave their affection behind in bruises and bites rather than candle-lit confessions of love 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Honestly, doesn’t do it much. He never had a need for it before, and really didn’t have the time or energy either. Maybe when he was in STARS he had a little more time to indulge, but in general he would just rather have sex. On the rare occasion he does, though, he’s quick and efficient. Usually in the shower, to keep it clean, it’s done in a  few minutes and he goes about his day like nothing happened. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

wesker's kinks

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

STARS!Wesker not-so-secretly loves to fuck in his office. It’s a thrill keeping you both quiet and still being in your uniforms, random gear and holsters thrown about when you’re pawing at each other to touch skin. I think maybe RE5!Wesker likes to have quickies in the lab or his office, but it’s more of a power play for him to see you on your knees than anything else. Otherwise, most Wesker variations prefer the comfy bed 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He hates to admit it, but insubordination is a big one. He demands respect, but knowing you have an attitude and aren’t afraid to tell him off gets him rock hard. This is usually how quickies start as well. Another turn on is calling him by his titles (Doctor, Captain, Officer, etc). Once again, he’s a respected figure who earned his titles through work and bloodshed, so giving him this attention feeds his ego (and his massive dick) 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Wesker will not permanently harm your body or psyche. He doesn’t want to you be his mind/fuck slave, and he won’t have you crawling around after him begging for scraps of attention. He’s with you because he respects you on a fundamental level, so unless those are things you’re actually into, he wants to treat you with the respect you deserve. I also think he isn’t into food play, or any bodily functions in general. Once again, he’s a very clean and mindful person and making a mess doesn’t suit him. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving to giving, but that isn’t to say he doesn’t love both! He enjoys knowing you feel good and he’ll do anything to see you moan and arch your back, but he just adores how you look kneeling in front of him with big teary puppy eyes while he fucks your throat

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He enjoys a good mix of both. He works so often that he usually doesn’t have energy for a rough session, so generally he takes his time and wants it to be sweet for both of you– other times he’s a beast and leaves you marked up for days with a barely-there limp from your sore hips

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Any Wesker loves a good quickie. Not on a regular basis since he’s so busy, but when the opportunity arises, he will absolutely take it. Whether it be in the lab, the office, in the field on a mission- if he has a spare 10 minutes, expect trouble in the form of his desperate hands and mouth.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s a big risk taker. He figures worse comes to worse, you didn’t like it and it won’t happen again. Like trying new kinks for the first time or having an especially risky quickie at work- sometimes he jerks off to the memory for a week, other times it’s a little awkward and humorous. He just sees them as trials that may or may not work out, just like everything else. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Insane stamina, much lower energy. He can go for hours if you asked him too, but the poor guy just doesn’t always have it in him. Technically, even tired, he has potentially limitless stamina with how the viruses affect his body, but he’s tired, okay? He needs a nap because he was up all night staring at reports

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He enjoys using toys! Vibrators are his go to because it’s easy to quickly overwhelm you with one, but he also really likes using ropes and plugs. He enjoys plugs a lot because he can keep you from dripping everywhere when he plans on round two later. He also loves to see you squirming and struggling when the ropes come out, and he especially loves when you use the ropes on him. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Wesker is a world-class tease. It starts with smug looks and raised eyebrows that make you blush under his attention, then slowly devolves into his breath on your cheek while he’s trapped you against a wall. He’s got a track record of leaving subtle touches on your body when no one is looking, but it still leaves you a blushing mess when his hand finds your thighs under the table. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s a shy little guy…. But God can he whimper and moan. He likes to keep himself quiet unless he’s teasing you with dirty talk, but if you get him comfortable or seriously out of his head, he’s loud as all hell. A complete mess, just babbling on about how good you feel, begging you for more, crying out and whining while you wring him dry. He’ll call you every pet name in the book just to beg you for whatever you’ll give 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I have a whole sub!wesker tag but… this man is a switch. He’s naturally dominant and commanding, even in bed, but when he feels safe and trusts you, he’s like putty in your hands. Whether he’s topping or bottoming, he’ll nuzzle into your skin and whimper like a puppy with every quiet word you coo at him. He’s into praise, hardcore, but he also enjoys a little (read: LITTLE) bit of degradation aimed at him when he can’t stop begging you for more. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

 wesker below the waist... 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very high! He works his ass off, be it STARS or Umbrella or Tri-Cell, so most often he comes home and collapses on the nearest soft surface before he’s up at the crack of dawn and back to the grind. It’s actually hard to get him to relax sometimes, so even when he does have time to fool around, his mind is going a mile a minute and he doesn’t always have it in him to stop thinking long enough to even get hard. Not to say you never do it, your sex life is very healthy– it’s just not on his mind every day  

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll ass out after a good orgasm. You’ve even seen him fall asleep at his desk, head hanging limp against his chest, after a quickie before. If it’s late at night and you’re in bed, good luck getting him up long enough to take a shower

[dabislittlemouse]

This was inspired by something I read about Dabi always following you around/coming with you wherever you go. What would be some signs that he likes you? I feel like this would be one of them. I’m sure he’d be subtle unless you’ve been around him long enough to pick up on things.

Hmm let’s see.. canon Dabi would: (SFW)

☆ pay attention to everything you do or say. Dabi finds himself strangely caring about your thoughts/opinions over certain situations. If there’s a huge group discussion over a certain topic, he needs to know what you think (lets not forget the fact that he rarely cares what others have to say). Also you’ll find him staring at you, at the way you’re fixing your hair or cooking something, as if you’re the most entertaining thing ever to him.

☆ be overprotective. Even when you can handle everything by your own, that doesn’t change anything. When you get into a heated arguement or a fight, Dabi will stay beside you but not to calm you down. If there is only a slight wrong move from the person who is arguing with you, a wrong word out of their mouth, Dabi will be lashing out at them without thinking twice. If during a meeting, someone interrupts you or nobody pays attention to what you’re saying, Dabi makes sure to silence them all so you can be heard. His voice echoing through the meeting room has everyone zipping their mouth. Your words are highly valued, and your opinions must be heard and respected. And during missions too, he grabs your wrist firmly, pulling you closer while he sets the place ablaze. He doesn’t let go until he makes sure every trash has been incinerated and it’s safe to go further.

☆follow you around. Yes you said that anon, and I’ll say it again. He loves following you around. If the whole gang is in an open environment, scattered around, guess where Dabi goes? After you. He is not sure where you’re going, but he just naturally feels the need to be near you.

☆ stalk you. You can’t tell me that man doesn’t have good stalking skills like c’mon now.. give him only a week or less, he already knows everything about your life. It’s not like he stalks you because of the lack of trust, none of that. It’s that weird feeling in his chest, that obsession that drives him insane, he just wants to know what you’re doing. Dabi loves seeing snippets of your life, he wants to see your daily routine, your hobbies, everything you do that makes you you. How could you be so special? What do you do? He has to know.

☆ talk more around you than around others. Dabi overall is a quiet mysterious person, cold and distant, not easy to crack or feel comfortable with. Either way you start to notice how he is letting more words out of his mouth than usual when he is around you, to the point you ask yourself how is it possible you’re having a whole conversation with Dabi? You don’t pressure him into talking or by constantly asking questions and rambling at first. Dabi gets annoyed easily. Though you make sure to listen to him, to not interrupt him, be an active listener and pay close attention. Slowly but surely, he gets more comfortable around you and finds it easier to talk different topics that aren’t just about the LOV’s plans or goals.

☆ tease you. I can’t say this enough, Dabi will tease the hell out of you too. Usually the lazy bastard doesn’t bother to fuck around with anyone, it’s a waste of time. But with you it’s different. Once he gets interested in you, he will pick on you, call you random names or even flirt slightly. In some cases he will annoy you on purpose, he can’t get enough of your pouty face. It’s one of the rarest cases when he actually laughs genuinely, especially when you start teasing him back.

☆ start taking care of himself/his appearance. Yes it’s strange, but I see him doing this ever so slightly, sometimes he doesn’t even realise it! Usually Dabi wouldn’t have bothered that much, but as he finds himself more into you and you two get closer, deep down he starts getting self conscious. He can’t do anything for the scars (nor does he want to. Your comment one day that his scars are beautiful had his heart literally pounding). But he feels like he wants to look decent in front of you, he finds himself pathetic for that but he can’t help it. Dabi is always making sure his spiky raven hair is not disshelved or super messy, fixing his bangs a little, making sure the white roots aren’t showing. Always brushing his teeth, making sure he smells decent, using some cologne. Always checking if his clothes are not stinky, making sure to get new ones just in case. Whenever Dabi uses his quirk too much, he makes sure to stay away from you, knowing that his body could have the unpleasant smell of burnt meat. Until that smell goes away, he won’t be close to you.

Dabi overall is a clean man, or tries to be, and he was raised in a Todoroki household after all. Though he gets like, 10x cleaner now that you’re around.

☆ treat you differently. Simple things such as getting you your favorite snacks, throwing a blanket over you when you’ve fallen asleep on the couch, letting you warm yourself up near him during winter, being mean and stern to others and cutting the conversations short but with you.. a whole different case. Dabi doesn’t need to say it outloud but by this behaviour everyone already knows for sure he has a crush on you. Though if you confront him about it he will deny deny deny. (Don’t do it though, or he will ghost you for a week. He doesn’t like to be emotionally vulnerable like this, he is confused, give him time)

So yes, you will know that Dabi has feelings for you if you pay close attention to his behaviour <3 if these signs can’t tell you that, then I don’t know what else will

[wayfayrr]

Sky being self aware had been plaguing my mind since I wrote this other piece where he confronts you about having played through his game, however while you could read this as a sequel it is written as something separate!

before the main thing though just gonna say, I don't actually support yandere behaviour in real life - I don't usually mention this because in my opinion it goes without saying, however since reader borders a little bit on being one in this I just wanted to make it clear!

[masterlist]

It’s been so long since I last played Skyward Sword, Really I think the last time I picked it up was at least a year ago now. I’d almost forgotten I actually had it on the switch, if it weren’t for me needing to do a clear out I might have never remembered that I had this. I’ve got some spare time right now so really there shouldn’t be an issue if I took a break to play for a while would there? In the worst case I’d get distracted for a bit, but it’s not like I can’t just carry on cleaning tomorrow. Setting up the game was easier than ever, not like setting up any switch game is particularly hard though. My old save was still waiting patiently, I could never bring myself to delete it even after getting a hundred percent. Perhaps it’s finally time to try out hero mode for the first time?

The opening cutscene is nice to watch again, even if I can’t help but feel bad for Link in it, seeing what it’s building up to. Huh? I could’ve sworn my controllers were working a second ago, they can’t have disconnected during the cutscene either, could they?

“[Name]? Dearest… you’ve finally come back…”

What.

It’s like I’ve just been plunged into ice water - I- I’m dreaming right? I have to be, there’s no way this could possibly be real. He’s a game character. Link can’t be speaking to me as if he’s a real person. He can’t be.

“Darling, You - you look so pale are you alright?”

Another step toward the screen, a head-tilt and clear concern on his face. More than possible. I knew it, this has to be a dream.

“Darling, I know that this is strange for you - don’t you think it’s strange for me as well? I mean - I know I’m not supposed to exist as I do. I’m only supposed to be a blank slate for you to play this game as not - not have my own feelings.”

A sharp inhale laced with the sounds of static reverberated throughout the room, with a far too alive sounding sniffle as he wiped his eyes and took yet another step closer. Even eerier was the laugh that followed when he made eye contact with me, something sad and wet sounding like he’s barely holding himself together. It sounds too real.

“It’s been so long I thought that you - I thought that you forgot me. That you weren’t going to come back. I hoped - no I knew - that you didn’t though and you didn’t! You came back to me my love and now I’m not going to let you out of my sight again. I know that it wasn’t your fault that you took so long, I - I mean you didn’t even know that I’m alive but I’m not going to risk it happening again.”

He’s right up against the screen now, staring at me as he presses his hand up against it, like he’s testing it. Gently testing as if he’s trying to see how much pressure the glass can take. If there’s any time best to wake up already it would be now. 

“I’ve been stuck in here alone for so long, if I didn’t have something to focus on I would have gone insane! Can you imagine that? If I didn’t have you to think about all that time I would have lost myself! I was made for you; I know you care about me as well. Please [name] I - I don’t know who I’m supposed to be any more, I’m not - not your character. I’m so much more than that empty husk.”

His hand pushes further on the glass as his fingers tense up, now like he’s preparing himself for something. Link, I’ve never seen him - any version of him in any version of the games acting even half as emotive as this. That proves that this is all a dream, he can’t be - this can’t be real. 

“There’s one other thing that being trapped in here for all this time has let me focus on I think I know how to get out now… If I press this just-”

A sickeningly twisted smile found its way onto his face with each shrill crack of the glass screen under his hand. The other moving up to join it as he pushed even harder, intending to shatter the barrier, he’s convinced himself is standing between us. My chest feels so tight right now, why am I so sore in a dream?  If I were awake I’d be convinced I was having a panic attack but - no- no I’m not awake.

“Right. Then - Well you can see can’t you dearest? If I carry on like this, there won’t be any-”

A loud wince as his hand shatters through the screen, the glass shards cutting through his skin effortlessly marring both him and the remaining screen with - with his blood. The laughter that followed the screen cutting to blank with his hand reaching through seemed to tighten the band that’s seemingly wrapped itself around my lungs making it harder still to breathe. How could I breathe when link - the link is dragging himself out of my tv. 

“Come on darling..? I know you feel the same way about me, I’ve heard you say it all. So please don’t just stand there looking terrified. You have no reason to be scared of me, I love you so much [name]. Can’t you see I’m doing this so that we can be together? I can’t wait to finally hold you in my arms.”

Frozen. That’s the only way I can describe how I’m feeling right now, my once-warm blood has turned to ice within my veins. He’s not stopping. His shirt that was once a pale beige is now stained with red patches, as his head and torso are out of the screen now. What was once a comforting face to see, one of my favourite characters is staring me down with a downright vicious grin while he is dripping with his own blood. Even beneath all of that though, there’s still something so tender, so scared about him, something is worrying him.

“Please darling you’re so pale, you don’t need to be scared - I promise you everything is going to be alright. [name] please just say something to me…”

Dark spots are starting to show in my vision now and… I’m not sure if this is a dream anymore. There are too many things adding up that don’t make any sense. But if it’s not that, I don’t…

“[NA]-”

><><><><

Did I pass out? I mean it really feels like I did, but I don’t feel like I hit anything. If I passed out when I was alone then I would’ve hit my head on something. Maybe I’m just waking up from that weird dream. Hopefully. Although that wouldn’t explain -

“You’re alright darling, I’m here. I’ve got you, you’re safe, you’re alright.”

Why I feel like someone’s holding me? 

“Oh dearest you’re finally awake… You - you scared me you know? I didn’t think I was going to be able to catch you, that you were going to get hurt. I’m so glad that I did though love.” It wasn’t a dream. That was Link’s voice, the same one as before. It’s link thats holding me in his arms. Link that’s nuzzling into my hair as he seems to be fighting off tears. That means… That means…

“...Everything was real..?  I - you - it…”

He’s holding me so gently like he’s scared of me disappearing. If what he said is true? I can’t hold  that against him with what he’s said, but even still. I can’t just stay in his arms pretending that him stroking my face with bloodstained hands isn’t bothering me. He’s so happy though and he isn’t hurting me really why don't I just - no I have to tell him that this is making me uncomfortable. 

“All of it, all of it was real [name] and I couldn’t be more glad that it is, because it means that I’m finally here with you.”

“Link…”

“Yes dear?”

… this is all real. I’m actually talking to him. He’s real. And he’s downright obsessed with me. 

“You - you’re still bleeding, you should deal with that and- and with everything.”

I’m not sure that was the right thing to say, but why shouldn’t I not accept him. This isn’t some stranger, it’s Link. One of my first fictional crushes, he’s probably heard the things I’ve said about him; since I’ve said in the past if I got a chance like this that I would take it… why not see where this goes? He looks adorable like this, hopefully, if he stays like this long enough I’ll be able to get the image of him crawling through my tv out of my mind. 

“I - you’re worried about me, love? I - I knew that you’re my soulmate, oh my dear. You're so beyond perfect.”

“We should go get you some bandages Link. I know you’re not quite used to everything yet so I wouldn’t want you to get an infection immediately.”

Yeah, I’m not going to let this chance slip. He’s so much nicer in person, why should I throw this away? He’s perfect and now?

He’s mine.

[livingincolorsagain]

tagged by @saryasy for a 2024 fic roundup, thanks for the tag babe <3. a bit late but hey im here now lol

July

pledge allegiance to my burning heart (2.3k, t) (rebloggable link)

Eddie’s always wanted the things he couldn’t have, but Buck already has a designated spot on his couch.

first buddie fic of course had to be couch theory. and eddie’s pov.

August

and you won’t let it (1.4k, t) (rebloggable link)

It’s just… he’s watching Eddie, standing near the fence, away from almost everyone, a drink in hand and a smile on his face, a beautiful, bashful smile that is directed at Marcus.

Marcus, who’s a friend of Karen. Marcus, who’s tall and smart and handsome. Marcus, who’s a goddamn rocket scientist. Marcus, who paused after hugging Karen and wishing her a happy birthday, because he spotted Eddie there by plates, having a very serious discussion about ladybugs with Jee-Yun.

Marcus, who’s been talking to Eddie all day, making him smile and laugh, then dragging him away from the party, so now they’re standing alone, and Buck doesn’t know what they’re saying, what they’re talking about, but Eddie’s cheeks are flushed even more than usual, his eyes are bright and glistening even as he ducks his head, staring at the glass in his hand for a long moment, and Marcus’ eyes stay on him until he’s looking up again, shrugging, as if to say what the hell, why not.

(Or, Eddie dances with a guy. Buck is very normal about it actually, thank you very much.)

jealous insane buck who wants to crack his chest open so eddie can crawl inside. what’s not to love

September

sunlight through a window (443, g) (rebloggable link)

The last rays of sunlight peek through the curtains of Eddie's bedroom window, spreading over the bed.

Buck is sitting against the headboard, a pillow stuffed behind him and a light blanket covering him.

Covering them, because Eddie is flush against his side, warm skin on warm skin, slick with cooling sweat. Buck has an arm around his narrow waist, fingers idly rubbing over the smooth skin, back and forth, up and down, until he reaches a spot that has Eddie giggling, a full body jerk.

Buck smiles, drags his fingers lightly over the same spot one more time, Eddie growls playfully, takes hold of his hand but doesn't move it away as he says, "stop," and only managing to sound breathless about it.

Buck's smile widens, and he turns his head to the side, looks down at Eddie's upturned face, breath stuttering, because one of the sun's stray rays is falling across Eddie's face, making his eyes a molten golden brown that threatens to unravel Buck, bury him, keep him warm and loved.

October

of pretending; (351, g) (rebloggable link)

Eddie thought he would get used to the silence. He thought as the days and weeks and months went by, it would get easier, feel less cutting, less hollowing, less like someone had carved his heart out of his chest and left a jagged hole behind.

It didn’t.

He put the decorations up alone, took them down alone, even though he brought them long ago with Christopher and Buck. Even though he only really brought them because they both loved the tiny pumpkins and little sitting skeletons and the orange and pink lights, obsessing over where they were going to place them right in the middle of the aisle as Eddie watched them, heart so full it almost spilled over.

November

in the passenger seat (1k, t) (rebloggable link)

“I drive,” Eddie repeats, rolling his eyes in Chimney’s general direction.

“Yeah,” Hen says, and now she’s smiling, “when absolutely necessary.”

“Everyone drives when absolutely necessary! What, you want me to drive around for fun?”

“Some people do,” Buck chimes in, utterly unhelpful, he guesses, given the look Eddie throws his way.

“That’s terrible for the environment.”

Well. That is true. Buck swallows down his own smile and shrugs.

“Eddie,” Chimney says, walking back over to the table, “how did you get to work today?”

Eddie frowns. “That’s neither here nor there.”

Buck’s lips twitch. Eddie’s cheeks are flushed pink. Buck knows, from experience, how soft and warm they feel under his lips, under his thumbs when he presses them into the dimples there, swipes them back and forth over the skin, watching Eddie’s eyes flutter close then open slowly, heavy-lidded and brilliantly brown and endlessly loving.

“Because Buck drove you here?”

(Or, Evan Buckley was put on God’s green earth to drive Eddie Diaz around.)

passenger princess eddie diaz. that’s it. that’s the plot. (okay there’s also a lot of feelings. it’s me after all)

the stars are still in the sky (600~, g)

The quietness stretches, blankets them, as the wind picks up, the cold intensifying; like it's putting up a fight it knows it's going to lose once the sun breaks through the horizon.

Eddie says, "I'm going to miss you," then pauses, takes a deep breath, "I think I already do."

And Buck feels the words land in his chest like sharded glass, his heart splintering like an old piece of wood that needs to be sanded down.

He closes his eyes against the burn, his throat closing, and it takes him too long to open his eyes and say, "I'm going to miss you, too."

Eddie sits up a little, locks one arm in place and rests his head on his palm. He has a gentle smile on his face when Buck turns to look at him, and Buck suddenly feels caught, trapped with nowhere to go, and when he opens his mouth, he says,

"We can always, y'know, look at the stars. Together."

might actually be one of my favorite fics ive posted this year

half his heart and soul (320~, g)

Buck gets it, is the thing. He would do the same, he thinks, if he were in Eddie's shoes. He would do it all, and more, for Christopher. So, he gets it.

He's not mad, he's not confused. He understands.

Eddie's heart and soul is in El Paso, Texas, so he's following it.

What he doesn't understand is the way Eddie is still wringing his hands nervously, fidgeting. He doesn't understand why he can only meet Buck's eyes fleetingly, like he knows, if Buck looks for more than a second at a time, he would see something he doesn't want him to see.

And Buck wants to see, but he's being a good friend, so he doesn't ask. Doesn't chase Eddie's eyes, no matter how much he wants to.

December

almost married (340~, g)

Buck is mindlessly browsing through suits when Eddie steps out of the changing room, arms spread out a little, hair swooping, cheeks pink, and a bright smile stretching his lips.

Buck's breath hitches, and he blinks once, twice, before abandoning the rack of suits and walking over to Eddie.

"What do you think?" Eddie asks, still smiling brightly, like he already knows what Buck thinks.

"Do a spin," Buck says, sounding a little breathless, and Eddie laughs, but he does do a spin, raising an eyebrow when Buck fails to look away fast enough from how the pants are snuggly hugging his ass.

"Yeah," Buck says softly, "That's the one."

Eddie beams. "Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah," Buck takes another step closer, and now he's close enough Eddie has to slightly tilt his face up to keep looking at his face. "Yeah, it is."

no pressure tagging @confessionseddie @buick118 @moonsharky @letthesunburnyourskin @capseycartwright @tidesreach <33

[angelicsjn]

how are the six yanderes with a friendly s/o? Like no matter the gender, they're js very friendly. I can only imagine niko's reaction 😭😭 ANYWAYS I LOVE UR WORKS KEEP IT UP!! <33

YOUR SEVEN YANDERES.

A N: Thank you so much, angel!

A B O U T: You are friendly!

W A R N I N G S: None.

— ROMAN CORNELIUS JAMES BEAUREGARD.

This honestly makes Roman happy.

He finds it hard to connect to people on a personal scale, so he would initially be very interested in you based on how you treat others - no matter who they are.

Plus, while in a relationship it only aids him and his image. How can he be a mean and tough person if his partner is the epitome of kindness?

The journalists are obsessed with you and your drace, how you bright up every photo and the fans can't help but love you.

But Roman doesn't get jealous easy, he's secure in himself and your relationship.

Befriend his teammate, have dinners with the other wags, go to parties in Monaco with him and drink champagne on yachts with his closest friends!

Everybody knows better than to cross Roman Beauregard and his shiniest trophy.

— LATEN REED.

He's very kind himself! So he loves it. Two sunshines are better than one.

At times he would prefer you to be more standoffish, he doesn't like that nasty twinge he feels in his chest when you laugh at one of his teammates jokes a little too hard, but it still makes him happy that his friends and family like you.

Anyway, nobody will threaten your relationship; they're a dumb person if they do because well... Have you seen the size of him?

In general, he adores your kindness and appreciates the positivity you give him after a bad day, but sometimes he suffers a sad case of jealousy.

— JAE 'NIKO' LEE.

Oh boy...

He HATES it. It annoys him. So. Fucking. Much.

Why are you smiling at that stranger?

Why do you laugh at their jokes? They aren't even funny.

Stop complimenting the colour of that persons T-shirt. Compliment him!

He goes borderline insane and blames you for almost causing him a bullying scandal online due to his jealous rage.

He will water it down, take all of that kindness and keep it for himself.

He's selfish, in every way possible.

— KAIDAN ALEXANDER WOLFE.

He doesn't really notice it at first since he's around very 'happy' people all of the time.

He just believes that you're being nice to look good, to make friends. Maybe you're lying.

Even better - you're saying it subliminally to him...

He wore red yesterday, obviously you're complimenting the girls red coat as a hint. Duh!

But he also takes notes. Whatever you like in a person, he will become.

Just for you, darling!

— HAYDEN WEST.

It makes his life a whole lot easier as regards to communication with him.

If you speak first, show openess and kindness, he feels more confident because you can carry the initial conversations until his nerves have settled.

He does feel jealousy at times, especially if you show more interest in someone else; someone better than him; someone more desirable than him.

Hayden isn't mean, it's not who he is. Much like you he prefers kindness but being kind doesn't get the girl, not usually, so seeing you bond with others so freely makes him feel under attack.

what if you find better?

— JOSHUA WHITE.

He loves it.

He loves your kind nature, your giving self. He loves how you attract so much energy and spread so much love.

You truly are an angel sent down to love, to love the earth and its people.

To love him.

It reminds him that there is good on earth and that God believes he is worthy of such a gem.

— BLAKE CROSS.

He likes it because it makes him look kinder. But, really, he hates it because he wants you to be just as bitchy as he is.

If you're friendly with an edge and taste for gossip, you're perfect with him—he loves to gossip.

But, he does like how much nicer it makes him look and act around others.

It really gets to him when he overhears people say that you're too good for him, though.

(They end up on his wishlist that he sends to the grim reaper)

[phosphoresccent]

toxic rtxeph has so much potential and id love to hear your thoughts if you have more. personally i think rt would get too much enjoyment pushing xeph’s buttons and seeing how much he can passive aggressively get on xephs nerves. mostly taken from their silly stream dynamic ofc but like. we can mc character this <3

i have many different ideas for toxic rtxeph!! (for context for people with less mc!rt brainrot: magistrex is rt's mc username and primarily what i call the character)

(kind of obvious but - warning for toxic relationship dynamics under the cut)

just them in general

magistrex has a uniquely fun way of pushing people's buttons - his tone of voice can make him sound so sincere while he's doing everything in his power to make you snap. i think that sort of thing drives xeph insane. everyone asking him why he's so snappy around nice, funny magistrex "xeph, you've gotta lighten up a bit, the lad means well." while magistrex just waves cheekily. there will be an explosion, it will be loud.

not sure who of the two i'd make taller, i think they are probably incredibly close in height (not short, per say, but not at all tall). i wouldn't put it past magistrex to have platform or heeled boots though, just so he can obnoxiously hook his chin over xeph's shoulder as he works.

xeph, not that he'd ever admit it, does really enjoy being able to just be a dick to someone and it not chase them off. he's very particular about the way he presents himself because he's the type of person who needs people to want/need him, so he's always very keenly aware of the way he treats people. magistrex, however, is an annoying brat he's unable to chase off to matter how hard he tries, which is almost comforting, in a very obnoxious way.

clone bros

clone bros clone bros!! this is the most toxic magixeph dynamic physically possible.

"I can't believe my own clone is such a moron, it's honestly concerning. I'd tell you to get out of my sight but I'm not cruel enough to inflict your specific brand of stupidity on others." "That's cute, really, inflict me on someone? When was the last time one of your 'friends' looked you in the eyes, Xephos."

very "i hope you die. i hope we both die." coded

they are the only one the other can trust, but they hate each other, but they have no one else. mutually assured destruction, patching up the traumas of a man wearing your face while ripping new ones into him in the same breath.

both believe the other is the better, more perfect clone. both of them will insist the other is the defective.

have probably actually killed each other multiple times - but both of them have the same admin permission at yoglabs and could have turned off the other's ability to respawn, but neither have ever seriously considered nor worried about it.

imp and storyteller

now this one is fun! for this i'd change out my usual 'god-like' storyteller xephos for the more canonical 'vengeful ghost' storyteller.

"do you want revenge? i know i killed you - but they left you to rot in the dark. i didn't even know you - they were supposed to be your friends."

midnight chats in the graveyard by torchlight as magistrex coaxes xephos to his side. xephos has to do what he says anyway but - it's easier if he wants to. magistrex wants him to want to, but he doesn't want to examine that want too closely.

xephos is mostly a ghost of fear and anger and the raw terror that comes from clinging to your life by your fingernails and still feeling it slip from your grasp no matter how tightly you hold. being around magistrex is one of the few moments he can feel anything other than scared. only the source of his terror can chase it away. how cruel.

[tbzhub]

Lucky Charm

Pairing: drummer!Eric Sohn x gender neutral reader

feat. vocalist!Jung Subin, guitarist!Han Jisung, keyboardist!Choi Beomgyu, and bassist/vocalist!Lee Jooyeon

Summary: You’re the only one who can’t tag along for the entire tour.

Warnings: curse words, brief mention of drinking, kind of suggestive? idk

Rating / Genre: PG -13, metal band au, established relationship, fluff, angst

WC: 2.3K~

Artist Note: SO, I’ve been in a major rut and my lovely bestie, @everynewiee came up with a great idea to get me writing again. This fic is for her but feedback is encouraged and appreciated.

m.list tag list

“Ooookayyy, this is the last one” the roadie says, waiting rather impatiently for the pink instant film camera in his hands to spit out the final group picture. This last one was for you, a keepsake to commemorate the band’s monumental achievement.

Everyone had jitters of excitement, this was the first time that Fragile Senses was leaving the local scene after getting picked up to tour with a band that Eric has been idolizing since you’ve known him. The first leg of the tour started in your hometown and for the next three months, they’d travel around the country in a Subin’s cramped, rusty van opening for some of the biggest names in the metalcore scene.

It was exciting, it was going to be crazy, insane even. At least that’s what Beomgyu kept saying practically on repeat last night when you all went out to celebrate. 

The band always went out the night before a show, it was a silly tradition that Jooyeon started before their first ever gig a few years back, where they all got irresponsibly plastered the night before to quell the nerves, because in his words, “it’s easier to fight a hangover than stage fright,” and somehow it worked? 

You’ve never missed a night out or a concert. But after tonight you’d miss everything. While everyone else was down to squeeze into a 06’ Ford Econoline, you literally couldn’t. You were the only girlfriend that wouldn’t be tagging along and although Eric was super sweet and understanding about it, you couldn’t help the negative emotions that kept coming up.

You wanted to be with him, three months is a long time away… and the thought of the band being surrounded by groupies every single night worried you.

“Here you go,” Jisung says, grinning as he hands you the picture and then his voice goes loud.

“Alright, guys! We gotta get backstage to set up. Kiss your girls and boys, so we can go.”

“NO MORE PICTURES,” he snaps at Subin just before the vocalist is about to take what has to be the 247th selfie with his boyfriend. 

Your head swivels in the boy's direction just in time to see Subin cheekily snap another picture and then he’s peeled away from his boyfriend by Jooyeon.

“Eric, five minutes,” you hear Jisung say as everyone scatters to their respective places and duties.

-

Eric’s arm stays wrapped around your shoulder all the while he leads you towards the back entrance of the concert venue.

“This is cool, right?” He says and you can hear the smile that couples with the excitement in his tone as you quietly hum in agreement beside him.

“But I don’t get to hug you right before you go on,” you add in as you carefully make your way up a rickety metal flight of steps and his hand finds yours to give it a tender squeeze.

“You’ll be able to see me from a better angle though and this place is way nicer than any other venue that we’ve ever played in.” He counters happily. 

“Plus, now you’ll have this entire space to yourself”, he says and you hear the sense of pride in his voice as he opens the door to the VIP booth that he was able to reserve for you.

Your face lights up at the quaint space, the velvet cushions look comfy– much better than sitting on top of a large amp on the far side of a tiny stage like usual, but you also enjoyed being able to watch their band from behind the scenes, it made you feel special. 

Still from up this high you’d be able to see everything, even now you can see Beomgyu’s girlfriend and Subin’s boyfriend trying to snake their way through the slowly growing crowd of people waiting for the show to start.

You’ve never been able to watch them play from the pit like everyone else, too dangerous and Eric never ever wanted you in harm's way, not even for a moment. So now you’ve grown used to the backstage treatment and the hustle and bustle that came with the pre-showtime set up routines. But from up here, it just seemed like another thing you’d be missing out on and you couldn’t help the way your bottom lip juts out.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Eric asks, frowning out of concern but you see the way he’s tapping his foot, antsy to get back to the guys, yet you know his care was genuine and earnest. 

This wasn’t the first time he’s asked this question and your answer still remains the same.

“Nothing,” you reply with a smile plastered on your face as you look up at him, hand coming to rest at the back of his neck as he leans forward and presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“I’m proud of you. Thank you for this.” Your words come out hushed as he wraps his arms around your body in a warm hug and your face is buried into his graphic tee. You’d assume he’d smell gross and sweaty after all the heavy equipment they've moved around today in the hot sun but as you breathe in a long sigh, he still smells like your boyfriend; citrus and sandalwood soap, cologne, and the faint– yet distinct, smell of their makeshift recording studio.

“Okay, baby. I have to go, I know Jisung is backstage burning a hole through the floor waiting for me.” He announces, giving you another gentle squeeze before letting you go and walking towards the stairs.

“Good luck!” You call out as you sit down, starting to get comfy in your chair.

“Don’t need it! I have my lucky charm for one more night!” He shouts back from halfway down the steps.

Just when you’re about to pull out the picture from earlier to get a better look at it, you hear Eric running back up the metal stairs.

“Wait! I forgot something.” He says with a grin as he runs over to you and then he leans down for a kiss, lips waiting for yours to meet his own.

“Really? Aren’t you behind schedule?” You say through a giggle before you kiss him back.

“I can’t go on stage without it.” He murmurs against your lips before stealing a few quick kisses for extra measure and then he’s dashing towards the stairs once more.

And the cheeky smile he flashes your way before he finally leaves makes butterflies flutter in your stomach and your heart sink at the same time. Only Eric could create anomalies within you like this and this time it was because you knew you were going to miss seeing that sneaky smile so much.

You were going to miss him so fucking much.

-

You hear your name being called from the crowd below and smile once you see Jooyeon and Jisung’s girlfriends smiling faces as they frantically wave their hands up in their attempt to get your attention. Everyone was all together and ready for the next set to start. The opener was good but you thought Fragile Senses was better, their vocalist didn’t work the crowd like Subin and Jooyeon usually do when they perform so it made listening to their set rather boring for you.

The lights go dark and you hear cheers from the crowd as five dark shadows walk across the stage and you perk up when you recognize the last person in line and as everyone gets to their places you ready your camera, excited to film Fragile Senses first legit show.

-

“We did fucking amazing!” Beomgyu yells— again, rowdy as a toddler hopped up on a day's worth of sugar, but you suppose he still was riding the wave of a stellar night just like everyone else.

“We killed that shit.” Jisung admits as he fist bumps the hyped up keyboardist.

“Did you see how crazy that crowd got at Eric’s drum solo at the end? I saw someone’s shoe fly into the air and it never came back down.” Jooyeon says through a chuckle. “I almost messed up my last rift from laughing so hard.” 

“I have literally never sang in front of that many people before, I thought I was going to throw up.” Subin says and everyone starts laughing.

“But you didn’t and that's what counts”, Eric says pointing his drumstick at the older frontman.

“I can’t wait to do that again tomorrow! When are we going to get on the road, Jisung? Next stop is a 6-hour drive and it’s already 2am.” Subin asks, from where he lays sprawled across his boyfriend’s lap. Jisung looks over at Eric and you can see the silent conversation going on between the two but it was a language you couldn't speak. 

Finally, Eric lets out a heavy sigh beside you and then he hops to his feet, reaching his hand out for you to grab.

-

It’s silent at first as you both wait for your uber to come and pick you up.

“She’s 12 minutes away,” Eric says, shattering the silence with the worst sentence he could possibly say given the situation.

Only 12 minutes left.

“Okay,” you say and your lip starts to quiver.

“Baby, please let it out. I know you’ve been holding this in all day. Now we have like 11 minutes. I don’t want you to fall apart all alone when you get home.” 

Eric was right and you could hear the pleading hint in his tone but for whatever reason you wanted to live in denial just a little bit longer.

“M’ fine.” You mumble but the hot tears that spill down your cheeks say otherwise and Eric doesn't miss a beat at pulling you into his arms for a hug.

“I’ll call you every second I can. I’ll send you tons of pictures and I promise to text you so much that you’ll want to block my number before you go to sleep.” He starts, grip going tighter around your waist.

“I’ll send you a souvenir from each city I visit– I won’t wait to give them to you when I get back. I promise I’ll make the effort to make you feel special while I’m away.” For a second it sounds like he might be crying too.

“But–” you try to speak but your words dissolve into a sob as you feel warm hands rub up and down your back.

“I’ll miss you so much baby. I’m going to hate being a 9th wheel.” Eric says and you know he’s trying to reassure you with a joke and that makes you bury your face into his chest, wiping your tears all over his dark colored shirt. He really was the perfect boyfriend and you were going to miss him more than anything.

“I just– I don’t want to be left behind.” You finally choke out in a weak voice.

“I want to be with you for the entire tour and I can’t. I want to be like all the other partner’s. I don’t want you to feel alone while you’re away and there’s nothing I can do. I want to see you guys kill it every night, not just tonight.” You're rambling now as headlights begin to illuminate your bodies and you refuse to turn around.

“I can’t kiss you before you go on stage.” You say in a pout and Eric knows he shouldn't find any part of this cute but he does. You’re the cutest in his eyes.

“Then kiss me now.” He urges as he hooks his finger underneath your chin, tilting your head upwards before he melds his lips to yours and this kiss feels like so much more than a goodbye. There’s love, lust, yearning, and everything else packed into one single kiss, but above all else there’s a promise. A promise that Eric will come back to you in one piece and with stories to tell.

The uber honks twice, basically forcing you two apart and Eric frowns before opening the car door for you and helping you inside.

“Get her home safe please, I’m in love with her.” He says jokingly to the uber driver, before returning his attention to you for one more hug and a kiss on the lips.

“Bye baby, I love you. See you soon.” His lips are curved upwards in a smirk as he kisses you one more time.

“And who knows? Maybe when I’m a big time artist I’ll start flying you out.” He teases before closing the door and with that you leave Fragile Senses to embark on their journey with one less girlfriend in the mix.

You don’t feel happy but you also don’t feel sad. And as you sit in the back seat, letting some random woman drive you home, you remember that you still haven't checked out your picture since it’s been fully developed.

Pulling it out of your bag, you use the light from your phone to stare down at the group picture and immediately you’re giggling as tears roll down your cheeks.

Jisung looked more serious than he actually was with his girlfriend tucked underneath arm sticking her tongue out. Beomgyu was posed in a way that made it look like Subin was about to smack his ass while his girlfriend was throwing up the peace sign beside Subin’s dapper-looking boyfriend— the only one smiling like a normal person. Yoojeon was holding his guitar over his head while his girlfriend posed like she was screaming into a microphone. At the far end of the picture you were making a half heart against your left cheek while Eric’s lips were pressed to the other.

You loved it. The part you loved the most about it was how happy you looked surrounded by all of them. Three months wasn’t that long and even though you’d miss a lot, you were happy to have people in your life that they all wished you could come along for the ride.

[telekineticseance]

DEMOLITION LOVERS

kinktober day three: hate sex

pairing: trey parker x f! reader

summary: you and trey are costars for BASEketball, and yet you can't stand one another

genre: smut

word count: 1659

cw: fighting, slight hitting (trey gets slapped), cunnilingus, protected sex this time

author's note: hehehehehheheheheehe

“I literally can’t work with him anymore. He thinks he knows better than everyone because ‘Ooo I have a fancy cartoon’. It’s ridiculous.” You spoke on the phone, twirling the cord in between your fingers.

“He’s cute though. Right?” Your friend’s voice rang on the other side of the phone causing you to roll your eyes.

“That’s not what I’m talking about. Besides, he'd be a lot cuter if he learned to bleach his hair properly.”

The two of you started to laugh, but I mean she wasn’t wrong about him being cute. Trey was cute, just on occasion had an attitude while on set and it didn’t help that Matt, his right hand man, would be right there, egging him on.

The knock on your trailer caused you to jump before going back to the phone, “I gotta go. Someone’s here.”

“Come in!” You yelled, grabbing your bathrobe and putting it on. Your costumes were mainly some sort of business casual outfit so any chance you took, you usually stripped down into almost nothing so it would be easier to get dressed for the next scene whenever it would be time.

The door creaked open as you sat on the couch before you noticed the bouncing of poorly bleached hair followed by the rest of him. Trey Parker. You unfortunately had the opportunity to play his love interest in this new movie called BASEketball and throughout the duration Trey seemed to always have something to bitch about and it drove you insane.

If he wasn’t complaining, he was either rushing things so he could go work on his silly little show, or pulling pranks with his friends on set, which included you.

“Oh…it’s you.”

Trey could sense you didn’t like him, after all he barely liked you it seemed. The two of you were constantly at one another’s throats, hardly able to practice lines or even just talk on set without it turning into an argument.

“David sent me in here because he’s sick of reshooting our scene and wants us to practice it.”

“I think it’s fine. Don’t think he needs to keep having us do it.” You spoke, getting up from the couch, walking to the little kitchen as you grabbed a water bottle, taking a sip.

“You may think it’s fine but he doesn't since he’s the director we should try to listen to him.” Trey told you, his voice staying monotone.

You shrugged, “If you think so.”

You grabbed your script from the counter, returning to your spot on the couch before motioning to him to a spot next to you.

He slowly walked over, plopping down next to you before opening the little book, “Do you wanna start? Or should I start in a different spot?”

You opened your own script and flipped through to the scene that you were practicing. “Hmm…” You found the page before jumping into character and starting your line, “Why do you play, Coop?”

The two of you exchanged lines, trying to put as much passion as two people who couldn’t stand each other could. After all, it was one of the more sentimental scenes in the movie even with the comedic underline during it.

“...Fucks the sleeve of his favorite jacket..”

“What?”

“Huh? I’m just saying…We’ll be here for Joey, I promise.” You felt Trey inch closer to you, the feeling of his knee touching yours.

“Oh Coop, I wanna believe you. I wanna believe you more than anything bu-” You were cut off by Trey pressing his lips into yours, his hand moving into your hair as he kissed and before you kissed back you quickly pulled away, slapping your hand across his face.

“What the fuck?” Trey asked, his hand going to his cheek as he looked at you. “You startled me.”

“Startled you? It’s in the script what do you mean I startled you? We do it every time we film the scene?”

“Yeah but we’re not filming? I figured we just wouldn’t kiss.” You tried defending yourself, although you weren’t entirely sure why you slapped him and if you were telling the full truth about it.

“Oh be so fucking real right now. You just decided to slap me to be a bitch.”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on. Like you haven’t been called a bitch before? Hard to believe that one.” He scoffed as he spoke, making you roll your eyes in almost disbelief.

“You’re an entitled ass who thinks they know better than everyone because he has his own tv show.”

“Well with my own tv show I think I have the right to be an entitled ass. I also have two movies if you forgot about those as well.” He spoke, you couldn’t even notice the air in the room growing heavier as the two of you continued to bicker.

“At least my reputation is a lot better than yours.”

“You think I care about my precious Hollywood reputation? You’re funny for that one. If I cared I wouldn’t have as much money as I do. And I definitely wouldn’t be standing here arguing with you.”

At this point the two of you were so close, you could practically smell each other’s scents, feel each other's heart beats. The silence between you two just grew, you were unable to come up with something to say through your anger. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you with a scowl on his face. You probably returned the same but suddenly broke when he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you in and pushing his lips against yours again, this time more angrily.

You started to kiss back but pulled away, slapping his face again. Quickly, you pulled him in by his shirt, kissing him. His hand reached for your hair giving it a tug as the two of you quickly got on the couch, clothes practically flying as you pulled them off one another.

His hands reached for your breasts, taking them in his hands as he started massaging them, causing you to let out a moan into his mouth. He chuckled lightly from your moan causing you to pull away, “Keep laughing and we can stop now.”

He quickly stopped before kissing you once more while you pulled off his t-shirt and baggy jeans, throwing them onto the ground not caring if they got wrinkled or not.

You reached your hand down between you two, rubbing his length through his boxers and were honestly surprised by his size as you just always assumed he was smaller with the way his attitude was.

Trey was quick to wince under your touch, “Sorry I uh…never mind.” He quickly corrected himself, before moving down your body, propping your legs up.

He quickly pulled off your panties before blowing cool air on the growing wetness of your aching clit causing you to let out a gasp, giving him a small push with your leg.

“Do you want me to do this or not?”

“I’d rather you’d not be a tease about it.”

“God, do you ever shut up?” He asked, scoffing and rolling his eyes, moving your legs. “Maybe I would if you didn’t constantly ask stupid fucking que- AH FUCK!”

You were quickly cut off by the feeling of Trey diving his tongue in between your folds as he started sucking on your clit. You threw your head back onto the arm of the couch letting out a moan, gripping the bleached hair with your right hand while the other gripped onto the cushion underneath you.

Trey continued sucking at you clit, occasionally swirling his tongue as he moaned once you gripped his hair with your hand.

You felt Trey’s arms hook under your thighs before he propped you more on his shoulders, as he looked up at you.

The familiar pit in your stomach started to ache as you let out a small whine, “W-Wait Trey..” You tried pausing him, making him pull away.

“What?” His voice was slightly annoyed as he moved his arms from your legs, propping himself up. “Come back up here.” You groaned at him.

It didn’t take him long to listen before he climbed back up your body, putting his mouth against yours, rubbing his clothed cock against your folds. You pulled down his boxers, kicking them off with your feet before Trey motioned to his jeans, “I have uh a condom in there. Hold on.”

He climbed off from on top of you, grabbing the jeans and pulling the condom from the wallet in his front pocket. “Do you just carry that around?”

He shrugged as he started to roll it on, “Never know when you’ll need it.”

When he finished he propped one of your legs over his shoulder before sliding his cock in between your folds causing you to moan out, digging your nails into his back. He started his pacing out slowly before picking up speed, groaning into your neck as he thrusted.

He continued thrusting, the occasional grunt escaping from him as he started kissing on your neck causing your moans to increase.

“F-Fuck,” You whimpered out, digging your nails deeper, definitely leaving a mark on his back. “So close.”

“Then do it.” He whispered against your ear, causing you to roll your eyes.

It didn’t take long before you quickly felt the pulsating feeling in your clit as you reached your high. As his thrusts grew weaker, Trey shortly pulled out before slipping off the condom, tying it up, and throwing it in the nearby trash can.

“Do you think we can get through the scene now?” Trey asked, grabbing his boxers from the ground. You gave him a small shrug as you grabbed your robe, covering yourself, still not quite able to form words.

As you watched Trey get dressed you soon heard the echoing voice of Matt from outside the trailer, “It’s about time you two got it over with.”

[1moreff-creator]

Happy Birthday David Chiem!

Usually, for these characters’ birthdays, I do a somewhat half-hearted attempt at a character analysis. But do you think I’m gonna do this for David? Hell no, he’s way too complicated for me to do something like that in this style of post! And I am not making a post that difficult right after that Mai thing.

So, instead, I’m just going to list a few fun facts, because that’s easier. Hope you like it anyways!

(By the way, I’ve always loved that frame of the MV so, so much)

-His birthday lands on “National Book Lovers’ Day”, which says National but is recognized globally. Considering the MV, I’d say that fits. It also coincides with the Annual Perseid Meteor Shower Peak Night, Co-working Day (hah, as if), and get ready, “Hold Hands Day”.

-His profile states he likes ready-make oatmeal. According to the recent Q&A, he can cook, he just prefers not to. This actually fits with quite a few scenes in the series where it’s implied he prefers not to get out of bed unless necessary (mood), such as his brief outburst in the introduction and the several times he’s shown not to eat with anyone else. Though maybe that’s actually caused by him hating people.

-He dislikes expensive things. Kinda based.

-He does TEDTalks, and that’s presumably where he gets his talent from.

-As he stated himself, he has pretty bad bed hair. And apparently, he can summon it at will, as seen in Ch 2 Ep 11.

-His pupils seem to turn into stars whenever he… smiles or puts on a positive attitude? It doesn’t seem to follow a strict logic other than “whenever it looks cool”.

-He has an older sister named Diana. Or, well, that’s what he claims. Footnote 11 of you-know-what may imply she never actually existed. It’s unclear what this means at the moment.

-He seemed to genuinely like Xander, and wanted to be friends with him, as he’d value that relationship more than Xander’s idolatry.

-The secret quote in his page is "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. I wish you could just die." How nice! This is either talking to himself, or presumably something he'll say to Teruko since their characters do be foiling.

-The quote on Mai's page attached to him is "She forgives everyone." It's the second to last line in the script, before MonoTV's. I have to physically restrain myself from theorizing.

-Some stuff from the Q&As:

*He usually wears semi-formal, 'professional' clothes.

*His blue hair is actually fully natural.

*This is the default sprite for his fuckboy persona:

... But, like, why though. Why's he so sassy.

*Bisexual with a strong female lean. Diversity win! The biggest liar you know is bisexual!

*His favorite color is gamboge (the yellow of his star pupils), stating it’s inspiring; while his least favorite is gray, stating it’s depressing. This could imply he actually likes the cheerier persona he usually puts on more than his real self, or the villainous persona he plays in the trial.

*He handles his feelings badly. We been knew.

*His hair clips were his manager’s idea, to build brand recognition. Apparently David doesn’t like this manager too much, but he puts up with them for the contract. Also, when he takes off his hair clips in the trial, he places them in his PANT POCKETS.

*I’m sure you’ve realized this, but you remember that section of the Q&A where the dev gives details about the family members we had known about from the series (Elliot Cuevas, Felicity Giles, Fuyuko and Natsuko Naegishi, Ryan Moreno/Rosales)? Diana Chiem isn’t mentioned, perhaps further hinting at her non-existence.

*He has an average amount of strength.

*His favorite ice cream flavor is pistachio, because of course it’s pistachio.

*He smells like men’s cologne, but only faintly. Hope you’re happy with that answer, you weirdos (/affectionate).

*He’s American, like everyone else except maybe Teruko.

And now, for his playlist! I kinda already posted this in a reblog to another post, but here it is officially!

+Literature Girl Insane, by Karasuyasabou (I mean, obviously)

+Undead Enemy, by Suzumu and Giga-P (probably his song from the official character playlist)

+Monochrome Mentality, by Riproducer / RIP

+Grey, by QueenPB

+The Distortionist, by Ghost & Pals (CW: Abuse)

+Copycat, by CircusP

+How to Pretend, by CircusP (FNAF pog)

+Echo, by Crusher-P

+God-ish, by PinocchioP

+The Court Jester, by thquib

+DISAPPEARANCE ADDICTION, by Kairikibear

+Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing, by Set it Off

+The Things I Deserve, by Ghost & Pals (CW: suicide)

+All Eyes on Me, by OR3O

+Not Your Angel, by NightCove_theFox (apparently I’m making him into an Alice Angel kinnie)

And, finally…

+Happy birthday! Though he would absolutely despise anyone who tries to sing it to him, I imagine.

[strangerstilinski]

SELENOPHILES OF BEACON HILLS | Teen Wolf Rewrite

Stiles Stilinksi/Original Female Character

chapter one - - chapter two - - chapter three

fic summary; after an already traumatic evening involving the unfortunate discovery of a gruesome scene, amber is convinced to hike through the woods with her two best friends in search of the other half of a dead body. but it's not as if she could ever say no.. not when stiles looked at her like that.

chapter word count; 10,529

chapter notes; second half of episode one. stiles and amber fall down a rabbit hole of supernatural research and are forced to keep an eye on scott from a distance when he refuses to believe their crazy suspicions. amber's gets a little talking to from her older brother regarding her relationship with stiles.

masterlist

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wolf moon pt.2

After tryouts, Amber said goodbye to Allison and Lydia before she made her way down the bleachers toward where Stiles and Scott were already talking, the boys putting away their lacrosse gear, shoving items into their respective duffle bags.

"Scott!" She called excitedly as she approached, throwing her arms around his bulky padding and giving him a squeeze, "That was insane!"

Scott shrugged with a grin.

"Yeah, Scott is a lacrosse God," Stiles' voice was filled with bitter sarcasm. His eyes narrowed at the way Amber was wrapped around their friend and jealousy caused him to sound significantly less excited than he had when he'd been loudly cheering Scott on during the practice, "And don't go giving him too much love, because now he wants us to hike back through the woods to find his inhaler."

"What?" She groaned and released Scott from her hold, "Don't you have a spare?"

"No," Scott said as they began walking back to the school so the two boys could shower and change in the locker rooms, "Which means we need to find it."

Amber reluctantly made her way into the parking lot while they went to get changed, unlocking Stiles' Jeep with the keys she still had in her possession. She slid into her usual spot at the center of the bench seat, avoiding the gear shift that jutted up from the floor between her knees.

When the two boys joined her at the vehicle a few minutes later, Stiles tossed their lacrosse gear into the back seat with Amber's backpack while Scott hooked his bicycle onto the back of the vehicle. Stiles moving to settle behind the wheel while Scott slid into the vacant passenger seat. Stiles shot Amber a small smile as he started the engine, pressing their thighs together.

Though the Jeep was always cramped when they rode together like this — with so much stuff shoved in the back that all three of them opted to squeeze together into the front — Amber secretly loved it. She positioned herself a few inches closer to Stiles on the bench seat, and the warmth of his thigh where it pressed against hers was heaven.

Normally, when Stiles drove, his right hand bounced back and forth restlessly between using the gear shift and having both of his hands on the steering wheel, but when Amber was sandwiched between them in the front, he always chose instead to rest his forearm over her leg, his fingers glued to the lever.

Amber reveled in the feeling.

Stiles parked the Jeep in the same spot as the night before and they all filed out, making their way to the tree line.

Amber was grateful for the daylight this time around. Walking made easier without the fear of tripping over something that she couldn't see, though she did find herself missing the warmth of Stiles' guiding hand at the bottom of her spine.

They reached a small stream and Scott stomped straight into it, plunging his feet into the ankle-deep cold water as he spoke, "I don't- I don't know what it was." He said, kicking up water as he splashed across.

Amber had paused when they reached the edge of the waterline, hesitating as she looked for a rock to step on while she crossed. Stiles came to a stop in front of her and he squatted down, jerking his head in a silent prompt for her to jump up onto his back.

"-It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball." Scott continued as Stiles piggy-backed Amber across the stream of water.

Amber squeezed Stiles' shoulder, roughly tilting his head to the left and planting a sloppy kiss in the short hair on the side of his head in thanks as she dropped back down to the ground.

"And that's not the only weird thing," Scott spoke again, "I-I can.. Hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things."

"Smell things?" Amber laughed, bumping her shoulder playfully against Scott's as she caught up to him.

"Smell things?" Stiles chuckled, "Like what?"

"Like-like the mint mojito gum in your pocket."

Scott turned to face Stiles and Amber as the former began to search the pockets of his jacket. Amber eyed the gray zip up he was wearing underneath his open jacket thoughtfully and she reached inside, her own hand digging into the left pocket of his sweatshirt.

"I don't even have any mint mojito-" Stiles cut off when Amber's hand re-emerged with a small stick of gum pinched between her fingers, his eyes squinted in disbelief. He grabbed it from Amber's hand, tucking it back into his pocket before speaking again, "So, all this started with a bite."

They began moving through the trees again as Scott worried, "What if it's like an infection, like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"

"Then we should probably be at the hospital and not hiking through the stupid preserve." Amber muttered just loud enough for the both of them to hear her.

"You know what?" Stiles said, "I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection."

"Are you serious?" Scott asked, coming to a stop with a dead expression.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called.. Lycanthropy." Stiles explained.

Amber snorted.

"What's that?" Scott asked, "Is it bad?"

"Oh yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month." Stiles supplied.

"Once a month?" Scott's face was filled with confusion.

Amber hated that she was finding entertainment in her friend's pain and she tried to hide her smile by turning her face into Stiles' shoulder.

"Mhm," Stiles hummed, hand coming up to rest on her back. Her face was still smooshed into his jacket as she tried to smother her laughter, "On the night of the full moon."

There were a few seconds of silence before Stiles howled like a dog quietly.

Scott shoved Stiles in the chest, causing both he and Amber to stumble back a few steps. Stiles laughed as they regained their footing, his arm coming up to rest over her shoulders as they followed after Scott.

"Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling." Stiles announced defensively.

"Hey! There could be something seriously wrong with me!" Scott said in distress, looking at his friends with a worried frown.

"I know!" Stiles exclaimed, "You're a werewolf! Grr!"

Amber threw her head back and laughed, head falling into the crook of Stiles' arm and nearly losing her footing over a fallen branch in the process.

"Okay," Stiles finally acquiesced after a moment, "I'm obviously kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt down all the silver I can find, it's 'cause Friday's a full moon."

"Maybe it wasn't a wolf," Amber pondered, causing both boys to look at her curiously as they walked, "Maybe it was actually a vampire. Y'know? And heard a wolf howling because they were fighting over territory, like in Twilight and now, you're turning into a vampire.. Sans sparkles, obviously. Because that's stupid."

Stiles snorted in amusement next to her, squeezing her shoulder, but Scott looked unimpressed with the turn in conversation.

They finally slowed to a stop and Scott spun in a slow circle, looking at the ground around them in confusion.

"I-I-I could've sworn this was it. I saw the body. The deer came running. I dropped my inhaler."

Amber looked at the trees around them slowly, trying to find anything familiar about the spot where they were standing, but it looked exactly the same to her as the rest of the preserve.

"Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles questioned with a shrug.

"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks." Scott said, kneeling down to feel for it in the leaves.

Stiles suddenly jumped, smacking Scott in the shoulder to get his attention and tightening his arm nervously around Amber's shoulders.

The three teens looked up to see a guy with dark hair, wearing a leather jacket, standing fifty feet away and silently watching them with a stormy expression. Once their attention was focused on him, the stranger began stomping toward them through the leaves.

"What are you doing here? Huh?" He called out, the slight familiarity of his voice startling Amber, "This is private property." He focused on Amber as he repeated the words from the night before and suddenly, she recognized him.

"Uh, sorry, man. We didn't know." Stiles said nervously, stepping back a few inches and pulling Amber with him.

"Yeah, we were just looking for something but-" Scott paused when the stranger raised his eyebrows, unimpressed by the excuse, "Uh, forget it."

The boy in the leather jacket pulled something from his pocket and tossed it straight into Scott's hand, they all looked down to see the inhaler they'd come for.

"How's your head?" The stranger asked in a gentler voice, looking straight at Amber where she was still tucked tightly underneath Stiles' arm.

"Yeah, good, all good." She smiled at him, "Thank you. Seriously."

He nodded silently, glaring between the two boys once more before he turned and stalked back off into the distance without another word.

Amber tore her eyes from his retreating form to look up at Stiles beside her. His mouth was hanging open in disbelief as he squinted at the boy in the distance in both shock and confusion.

"Aright," Scott broke the silence, "C'mon, I gotta get to work."

"Dude!" Stiles squeaked, releasing Amber and stepping back to look at her incredulously, "That was Derek Hale! Why is Derek Hale worried about your head?"

"I passed out for a few minutes after Scott got bit. He woke me up to see if I was okay and he helped me back out to the main road."

"He-"

Scott interrupted whatever Stiles was going to say, "Who's Derek Hale?"

"I-," Stiles paused, not wanting to change the direction of the conversation but giving in, "He's only like a few years older than us. Don't you remember?"

"Remember what?" Amber asked.

"His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago."

Amber gasped quietly. She did remember.

"Stiles, it was six years ago. We were in fifth grade. Don't you remember Cora? She was a year behind us?" She questioned sadly, remembering the little girl who had passed away.

They'd had an assembly in the elementary school gymnasium the following week on fire safety. To say it had been morbid would be an understatement.

Amber still remembered Jason coming home from school, seventeen and heartbroken for the Sophomore on his basketball team whose whole family had died in a house fire. He'd decided that night on his career path of becoming a firefighter, hoping he could one day be a part of preventing such loss.

The three friends stood silently for a minute, all of them reeling at the influx of information to their brains.

"I wonder what he's doing back.." Scott thought aloud.

Stiles scoffed and shook his head, wordlessly grabbing a hold of Amber's wrist and pulling her along as he started walking in the direction they'd parked the Jeep, calling out to Scott over his shoulder.

"Come on."

When Scott climbed out of the Jeep at the animal clinic, Amber remained seated in the center of the vehicle and prayed Stiles wouldn't mention the now-vacant passenger seat. When she remained in place after a moment, he returned his hand to the gear shift and backed out of the parking spot.

They were only just pulling out of the lot and back onto the road when Stiles' resolve seemed to crack, forcing out the words that had been eating at him for the past twenty minutes.

"So, Derek Hale, huh? What's up with that?" He questioned innocently, eyes flicking over to look at her before they returned to the road.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I-" Stiles spluttered, looking at her with his mouth agape before starting again, "I mean what's up with you being approached by a strange man alone in the woods and just.. Not mentioning it?"

"I'd hardly say he's a man," Amber started, skirting the question, "I mean, what is he? Twenty-one? Up until a few months ago the only thing he could do that we can't is, like, vote."

Stiles' turned his head away from the road for only a moment to look at her, his eye twitching in irritation and disbelief.

"Okay, okay!" She continued quickly, "Don't look at me like that, alright? I don't know. I don't know why I didn't say anything. I mean, yesterday was kind of mildly traumatic event after mildly traumatic event for me, and I guess a nice stranger checking to see if I'm dead and then making sure I didn't get lost in the woods, didn't exactly feel like one of them."

"Yeah, alright," Stiles said reluctantly, putting his hand on her left knee and squeezing for a second before his hand retreated, "But in the future could you just, for the love of god, let me know when creepy weirdos get you all alone?"

"Sure thing." Amber smiled brightly, patting his thigh.

As the lunchroom emptied out two days later, Amber rushed to get to Lydia and Allison before they dispersed. She kept her eyes glued to their brunette and strawberry blonde heads as she moved through the crowd to the front of the cafeteria.

Scott had plucked up the courage to talk to Allison the night before at the animal clinic, and he'd asked her to go with him to the big lacrosse party on Friday. The new girl had seemed reluctant to attend the party when it had been mentioned on Monday, but according to all of Scott's gushing at lunch, she'd agreed to the date.

"Lyds! Allison! Hold up!" Amber called out from a few feet behind them.

The two girls paused in front of an empty row of lockers, allowing Amber to catch up with them.

"Hey, Amber." Allison smiled.

"Hi." Amber breathed, happy to have caught them for a minute.

"You know," Lydia spoke, "If you wanted time to talk to us, you could always sit with us at lunch instead of Thing One and Thing Two."

"If I did that, I wouldn't be able to steal a chicken finger from one of them for my salad," Amber laughed honestly, "I mean, seriously. When was the last time you ate something deep fried in public, Lyds? When we were twelve?"

During their Freshman year, Amber had been ordering a salad at lunch for a week. She always picked at it sadly, until Stiles had offered up one of Scott's chicken tenders and insisted she cut it up for her greens. He'd come up with the brilliant idea to get his dad to simply eat salad and insisted that it would change her life. It had. She'd stolen a piece of chicken from one of their trays every day since.

Lydia pursed her lips, likely because she knew that Amber's comment about fried food was true, and Allison laughed at the two of them quietly.

"Anyway, that's so not what I wanted to talk about," Amber attempted to steer the conversation back on track, "I hear someone has a date with Scott on Friday."

The grin on Amber's face was infectious and Allison blushed, glancing between the two girls beside her and playing nervously with her fingers, "Yeah, kind of, I mean, we're going to the party together."

"It's definitely a date," Lydia stated, "And if it doesn't work out, I totally reserve the right to set you up with one of Jackson's friends on the lacrosse team."

"Scott is on the lacrosse team." Amber pointed out incredulously.

"One of the more," Lydia paused, "Mature, guys on the lacrosse team. Maybe a senior."

Amber rolled her eyes at her friend and returned all of her attention to the darker-haired girl.

"Are you excited?" She asked her with a coy smile.

Allison blushed further, unsure what to say and slightly worried that whatever she said would be relayed back to Scott. Not wanting to embarrass herself, she paused.

"-Because Scott is totally excited. It's pretty much all he talked about at lunch. I thought Stiles might stab him with his fork to shut him up." Amber continued with a laugh.

"Oh," Allison's smile widened, "Yeah, I.. I'm excited."

"Did you ever decide if you'll grace us with your presence at the party?" Lydia questioned, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she raised her eyebrows at Amber.

"I'm not sure," Amber answered honestly.

She wasn't a fan of parties. Scott and Stiles were hardly ever invited and being surrounded by all those people without them tended to make her anxiety flare up.

Lydia gave her a look like she was about to say something, but Amber interrupted-

"You'd hardly even miss me anyway," Amber commented, "Don't pretend for one second that you won't be glued to Jackson's face the whole time."

"Fine," Lydia settled, "But I really would like to see you there, even if it's only in passing. You desperately need to socialize outside of the weird little threesome you have going on with Scott and Miles."

"It's Stiles," Amber sighed. It didn't matter how many times she corrected Lydia over the years, the name inevitably went in one ear and straight out the other, "I'll honestly think about it, though. Okay?"

Lydia smiled in satisfaction and nodded. The dismissal from the redhead effectively ended the conversation and the three girls dispersed, heading to their lockers as the first warning bell rang out through the halls.

Stiles' room was a mess.

When Stiles had been driving her home after lacrosse practice on Thursday, he'd been on a tangent that Amber could barely follow, but she'd gotten the gist of it-

Werewolves. Again.

While Amber wasn't entirely sure what had suddenly put her best friend in a mindset that had him researching mythical creatures to the point of near-obsession, she knew him well enough to know that he'd be better taken care of if she stayed, versus if she left him to his own devices.

She'd nodded off once around dinner time, her face pillowed on her arms over the top of an article she'd been looking over, ten pages of folklore that Stiles had printed out, telling the story of a werewolf who'd eaten his entire village, starting with his own family.

The research had started as soon as they'd gotten home from lacrosse practice, and Stiles had insisted they kept at it all night.

At an hour to midnight, when Stiles still hadn't eaten dinner, Amber had gone downstairs to make him a turkey sandwich, returning and shoving one half of it between his unsuspecting lips. He distractedly chewed the bite of food in his mouth, moving to set the sandwich back on the plate she'd set beside of the old, leather bound book he was taking notes from.

"Where did you even get that book?" Amber asked, picking the sandwich up again to shove another bite of it into his mouth.

"Went to the library while you were napping." Stiles mumbled around the bread as he chewed.

Amber ran her hand softly across the smooth cut of his hair a few times, leaning in to read over his shoulder and feeding him bites every few minutes.

When the sandwich was gone, only a few scattered crumbs remaining on the plate, Amber leaned down to wrap her arms around Stiles' chest and rested her chin on top of his head. For a minute, she just watched him jot down notes as he read. The way he moved when he got like this was honestly mesmerizing and she found herself distracted by the way his fingertip traced along the words on the page for a minute before she realized she'd been hovering. She tightened her arms around him in a quick hug before turning away to face the messy room.

She moved to sit criss-cross on the floor, collecting some of the papers littering the floorboards. She skimmed through the articles before placing them in different piles, attempting to create some sort of organization.

By midnight, the room had dozens of books cracked open and laid out across the bed, the floor, and Stiles' desk. He'd printed out over thirty pages of information he'd found from various websites — Amber knew it was at least that much because she'd been the one to refill the paper all three times that the printer had been empty.

Having texted her brother to let him know of her sleepover plans that evening, Amber eventually nodded off at three in the morning, her face buried in a pile of loose papers and books on Stiles' bed.

She woke when Stiles' alarm for school went off, crawling out of bed and barely managing to pull Stiles away from his laptop with enough time for them both to shower and rush to school on time for first period.

With not even enough time to swing by her house, Amber had been forced to make do with what she could quickly scrounge from Stiles' wardrobe, and she'd pulled a small pair of Stiles' briefs that he'd conjured from the depths of his underwear drawer, re-wearing her jeans from the day before along with a pullover lacrosse hoodie he likely hadn't worn since middle school.

Despite the clothing predicament, Amber was glad she'd stayed with Stiles, and when they didn't have time to eat breakfast, she was grateful for the sandwich she'd managed to shove into Stiles' mouth at eleven o'clock the night before.

On Friday afternoon Amber rounded the corner, pulling her backpack on over her jacket. She was ready to head out to the lacrosse field to watch the team's practice scrimmage when she heard Scott yelling.

At the far end of the hall, Jackson was saying something quietly to Scott where he had her friend pressed against his own locker. Jackson punched the metal door over Scott's shoulder before turning and storming away.

"Scott!" She called down the hall, running to catch up to him, "What was that? Were you just yelling at Jackson?"

"Sort of." He said, slowing to walk with her.

She raised her eyebrows in question, urging him to continue.

"He thinks I'm on steroids," He stated, "Wanted me to tell him where I got them and, I just, I can't deal with this right now! I woke up in the middle of the preserve this morning and had to run all the way home, and I'm pretty sure I seriously saw a wolf out there this time."

"Jesus.." Amber breathed looking up at her friend as they pushed the door open and headed outside into the cold air, "Maybe there really is a wolf."

"Y'think!?" Scott snapped.

Amber flinched, stuffing her hands into her pockets and taking a small step away from him as they approached the player's bench. She watched him huff under his breath as he pulled his helmet out of his sport bag.

"Scott!" Stiles' shrill screech cut through the cold air behind them, "Scott, Wait up!" He placed a hand on Amber's shoulder as he came to a stop. His cheeks were bright pink from exertion and he took a few deep breaths, resting some of his weight on the shoulder of the girl beside him.

"Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man. Can it wait?"

"Just hold on, okay?" Stiles panted, "I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!"

"Stiles, I gotta go." Scott dismissed, turning away from his friends and stepping toward the field.

Stiles moved to chase after him, Amber following close behind, "W- No! Scott! You're not gonna believe what the animal was!" He called after him, but Scott was gone. Stiles sighed at his friend's back, turning to face Amber, "It was a wolf."

"It was a wolf?" She repeated with wide eyes.

"Yeah, a wolf."

Stiles shook his head before walking out onto the field where all of the players were forming a circle around Coach Finstock. The coach gave some sort of speech, but Amber could only really make out the end-

"Now, get out there and show me whatcha got! Come on!"

The team cheered loudly before dispersing and Stiles walked back off the field toward her, Amber immediately flocking to his side.

"So, what does this mean? Scott really was bitten by a wolf?"

"I-" Stiles sighed again, moving to sit on the team bench, "I don't know, maybe."

She took a seat beside him and they watched the scrimmage start, players running and passing the ball down the field in a fast-paced game.

Scott got possession of the ball and his friends watched in awe as he barreled down the field toward two larger players on the team, launching himself over six feet in the air to jump up over them. He did a flip before landing smoothly behind the player's backs. Scott threw the ball at the goal and it sailed through the goalie's legs and into the back net.

"Wh-" Stiles started under his breath, shaking his head in astonishment.

The other players on the team crowded around Scott, whooping and hollering while the spectators on the bleachers cheered loudly.

"Okay.. So what if it was a wolf?" Amber questioned, "Why is that worse than it being, I don't know, a bear?"

"Because, okay? That lycaon joke I made the other day? I'm not so sure it's a joke anymore." He said quietly, and Amber found herself thinking about all of the werewolf stories he'd made her read through the night before.

"McCall!" Coach yelled from the sidelines, "Get over here!"

Scott ran to the side of the field, coming to a stop in front of Coach, only a few feet away from where Stiles and Amber were sitting.

"What in God's name was that?" Finstock yelled, "This is a lacrosse field. What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?"

"No, Coach."

"What the hell was that?"

"I-I don't know. Just trying to make the shot." Scott said quietly.

"Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what?" Coach said loudly, "You're startin', buddy," Scott received a slap on the cheek from the older man, "You made first line."

Amber gripped onto the material of Stiles' practice jersey as they watched the rest of the scrimmage pass in a blur of Scott running around, being the best player out on the field by a mile.

Stiles collected his things quickly when the final whistle blew and he grabbed Amber's hand, dragging her away in the direction of the parking lot.

"Aren't you going to get changed?"

"No time," Stiles said, pulling her faster until they were practically jogging to where the Jeep was parked, "We need to research.. More. So, so much more research."

They got to the vehicle and Stiles threw open the door, tossing his things in the back seat and pulling his shoulder padding over his head before throwing that in the back as well. He climbed behind the wheel and was starting the engine before Amber had even closed the passenger side door.

"More research on-" She started, buckling quickly as Stiles peeled out of the parking lot and finished the sentence for her.

"Werewolves."

A violent knocking on the closed bedroom door startled them both a few hours later, Stiles nearly falling out of his chair and Amber giving herself a deep paper cut.

Stiles closed his laptop firmly, concealing the website he'd been on. He looked over at where Amber was sitting on the floor and they gave each other nervous smiles before Stiles approached the door and he took a deep breath before he opened it to reveal Scott standing on the other side.

"Get in," Stiles urged, leaving the door open for Scott to follow, "You gotta see this thing. We've been up all night reading.. Websites, books. All this information."

Stiles flailed his arms as he spoke, heading back to his desk to search for something he wanted to show Scott.

"How much Adderall has he had today?" Scott laughed, glancing at Amber on the floor.

"A lot?" Stiles responded, finally finding the paper he wanted in the pile on the corner of his desk, "It doesn't matter, okay. Just listen."

Scott threw his backpack on the bed and sat down beside it and Amber moved to sit across from him.

"Is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?" Scott asked.

"No, they're still questioning people." Amber answered.

"Yeah, even Derek Hale." Stiles announced, looking between the two of them and rolling his chair closer to the bed.

"Oh! The guy from the woods that we saw the other day."

"Yeah. Yes. But that's not it, okay?"

The paper Stiles was holding was flapping loudly with every movement of his hands. He looked nervous, but also like he was going to burst at any moment.

"What, then?" Scott laughed, looking between the two of them.

"Remember that joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The wolf. The bite in the woods.. We started doing all this reading-" Stiles said, jumping out of his seat and shaking the piece of paper, "Do you even know why a wolf howls?"

"Should I?" Scott asked in confusion.

"To signal it's location to the rest of the pack, Scott." Amber finally spoke. She had a sick churning feeling in her gut, nervous that their friend wasn't going to take this well, that maybe he'd think they were poking fun at him again.

"Yeah, it's a signal. So if you heard a wolf howling, i-it, that means others could've been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of them." Stiles finished.

"A.. Whole pack of wolves?" Scott questioned in surprise.

"No." Stiles winced, "Werewolves."

Amber flinched at the lack of subtlety in Stiles' words, scrunching up her face as the room grew silent.

Scott stood from the bed abruptly and Amber followed suit, stepping up behind him.

"Are you guys seriously wasting my time with this?" Scott huffed in annoyance at his friends, grabbing his book bag from the floor and moving to leave, "You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."

Amber reached forward to rest a hand on Scott's forearm and Stiles put a hand against his friend's chest in an attempt to keep him in place.

"We saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay? What you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible." Stiles critiqued.

Scott shook his head before glancing briefly at Amber behind him, "Yeah? So I made a good shot."

Stiles grabbed Scott's bag from his hands and threw it back behind them to land on the bed.

"No, you made an incredible shot, I mean.. The way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. Y'know, people can't just suddenly do that overnight," Stiles defended, "And there's the vision and the senses-"

"Scott, do you think we didn't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore-" Amber cut in.

"Okay! Guys, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Tomorrow!" Stiles yelled in disbelief, eyes bouncing between his two best friends, "What? No! The full moon is tonight! Don't you get it?"

"What are you both trying to do?" Scott yelled back, looking between them, "I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you guys trying to ruin it!"

Stiles flopped back into his desk chair to shuffle frantically through another stack of papers and Amber flexed her fingers around Scott's arm, rubbing her thumb over his sweatshirt in what she hoped was a soothing motion.

"We're trying to help," Stiles said before continuing quietly, "You're cursed, Scott. Y'know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just happens to be when your bloodlust will be at it's peak."

"Bloodlust?" Scott questioned blankly. He raised his eyebrows at Amber and when she nodded while nervously chewing on her bottom lip, he turned back to face Stiles.

"Yeah, your urge to kill." Stiles explained, looking away before bringing his eyes back to where Scott stood over him.

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles." Scott's voice was deep with his irritation.

Stiles spun around in his chair, dropping the papers back into a pile and picking up the book that he'd been reading earlier.

"You gotta hear this, 'The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.'" Stiles read aloud, raising his voice and moving to stand back up in front of them, "All right? I haven't seen anything raise your pulse like Allison does."

"You seriously have to cancel this date." Amber added, squeezing her grip on Scott's arm softly.

Stiles moved past them and began to dig through the backpack that he had thrown onto his bed, "I'm gonna call her right now." He pulled Scott's phone from the front pocket.

"What are you doing?" Scott questioned.

"I'm canceling the date!" Stiles explained quickly, fiddling with the phone as he moved back toward his desk.

"No! Give it to me!" Scott growled, shoving Amber behind him where she stumbled and bumped into the bed but somehow managed to not fall on her ass.

In a blink, Scott had rushed forward to slam Stiles against the wall beside the desk and a loud thump echoed in the small room from the impact. He had one hand tight around the collar of his friend's shirt and the other was pulled back into a fist as he prepared to punch his best friend.

"Scott!" Amber yelled, her body moving toward the boys before her brain even had a chance to process what she was doing. She stopped half a step behind Scott, prepared to grab him if he made another move toward hitting Stiles. Her hands trembled as she watched Stiles take a shaky breath.

Scott suddenly yelled out in rage, and Amber flinched. He released his grip on Stiles and threw the desk chair beside him to the floor. He continued to look at the fallen chair, breathing heavily for a moment, before he looked back up at Stiles and seemed to deflate as the realization of what just happened sunk in.

"I'm sorry," Scott apologized quietly, "I-I gotta go get ready for that party."

He slowly turned to face Amber where she was already looking at him with wide eyes, her hands still shaking.

Stiles still hadn't moved from where he was standing pressed against the wall, taking in choppy breaths and refusing to look at Scott, focused instead on some fixed point at the far end of the room.

"I'm sorry." Scott said again in a near-whisper, before he grabbed his bag from behind Amber and ran from the room.

Once Scott was gone, Stiles took in a deeper, heavy breath and knocked his head back against the wall once with a loud thump.

Amber approached him slowly, reaching forward and grabbing his fingertips, pulling his hands into her own shaking ones to tug him gently away from the wall.

"Are you okay?" Amber asked softly, waiting for Stiles to look at her instead of the wall over her shoulder. When she didn't get a response after a few seconds, she slowly trailed her hands up his arms. Her fingers softly moved from his biceps, over the tops of his shoulders and neck before coming to rest them on his jaw, her thumbs rubbing at his flushed cheeks, "Stiles?"

His eyes finally flickered to life before connecting with her own and he let out a deep breath that seemed to break the dam. Suddenly his hands were on her, one gripping her hip while the other came up to rest on her shoulder, guiding her back a step further as his brown eyes flicked back and forth between her hazel ones.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a rush, "Did he hurt you?"

"Me?" Amber's voice cracked, "Stiles he shoved you against the wall so hard I thought you might've broken something. Are you okay?"

Stiles seemed to genuinely think it over before he answered, "I'm fine."

He squeezed her hip once, his thumb pressing into her skin where his fingers had slipped underneath the sweatshirt she was wearing. He moved away after a few steadying breaths, moving to right his desk chair from where it had been knocked to the floor.

"Uh, Am?" Stiles said quietly, spinning the chair around to reveal the back.

There were three long claw marks torn into the fabric.

Amber sat anxiously on the edge of the couch in the Stilinski's living room and waited as Stiles changed his clothes for the party. The bouncing of her leg and the chewing of her lower lip both a result of stress as she waited for her best friend.

When Stiles finally emerged from his room after five long minutes, he had changed into a soft, faded red button down shirt and Amber blinked, stunned for a moment at the sight of how sharp and handsome he looked as he stepped into the front room.

It took only a moment for Amber to get a hold of herself and they wasted no time before they rushed toward the front door together, Stiles' keys jangling loudly as they made their way to the Jeep. She trailed half a step behind him and she caught a whiff of cologne that he'd taken the time to apply in his rush to get ready. The smell of it made her stomach swoop with butterflies despite the worry for Scott that weighed on their minds.

The two of them sped across town to Amber's house so that she could change her own clothes and she tore out of the vehicle and rushed inside before Stiles had even parked the Jeep.

She quickly pulled on a short, black skirt with an off the shoulder knit sweater that stretched loosely to reveal her collar bones. Her hair fell in its natural wavy pattern and she attempted to detangle it with her fingers before rushing through the heavier makeup routine she would normally save for a party. Her boots were tugged onto her feet while she stumbled to the bathroom to spray herself with perfume.

When she was finished she rushed back outside, fingers flying across her phone screen to send a text to her brother, giving him a loose-approximation of her plans for the evening while leaving out the specifics about Scott's werewolf problems.

"I'm here! I'm here," Amber panted as she climbed back into the waiting vehicle, "Sorry. I got ready as fast as I could." She buckled her seatbelt while she spoke, but when the Jeep remained both parked and silent until she was finished, seatbelt locked into place, she looked up at the driver with a frown.

Stiles had a look on his face that Amber couldn't identify. His gaze flicked over her face first, but then it dropped to her chest, his eyes flicking down to her bare legs before they slowly trailed back up again.

"What? What? Why aren't we leaving?" Amber asked, heart still beating hard beneath her ribs from running around the house and then back outside again.

"Huh?" Stiles asked dumbly.

"Why aren't we leaving? Scott and Allison will be at the party any minute." She got out the words between heavy breaths, searching her friend's unfocused eyes like she might find some clue there as to what he was thinking, "Stiles!"

Stiles blinked once before his eyes rounded out. He flinched and the hand he had resting on the edge of the window jerked out toward the steering wheel, missing and accidentally punching the metal dashboard behind it.

"Ow! Shit."

"Stiles?" She asked worriedly, wincing as she watched him shake out his sore knuckles.

"Sorry, yeah," Stiles said as he righted himself, "We're leaving. Now." He quickly backed out of the driveway and headed in the direction of the house party.

"What just happened?" Amber questioned slowly after a moment. She still had one hand on the door handle and the other on her seat buckle, unmoved. The girl blinked in confusion, her eyes still glued to her friend's face as a flush rose to his mole-dotted cheeks in the dark.

"I just- I.. You look," He paused, "Nice."

It was Amber's turn to have her cheeks tinge a shade of pink, "Oh. I- Thanks." She smiled to herself, fiddling with the way her sweater fell over her shoulders.

The car was silent for a few minutes as they drove and Amber wasn't sure if the silence should feel awkward or not. She adjusted her skirt nervously on the seat as they got closer to their destination.

"You too." She said into the quiet after several minutes had passed.

Stiles turned his head to peer over at the girl beside him with his brows furrowed in confusion before his attention focused back on the road in front of them.

"You also, I mean.. You look nice, too." Amber clarified in a rush. She squeezed her hands into fists at her sides as soon as the words were out of her mouth, feeling supremely stupid.

"Oh- Thank you." Stiles said softly.

When she built up the courage to look over at him after a few seconds, she found a sweet smile on his face and she let out a breath that she didn't realize she'd even been holding.

It didn't take long before they reached a cluster of parked cars, lining the street just outside of a large house that belonged to one of the guys on the lacrosse team. Scott's mom's car didn't appear to have arrived yet and they both breathed a sigh of relief at the information.

"Okay. What's the plan?" Amber questioned, turning sideways in her seat to face Stiles as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Go to party. Keep an eye on Scott. Make sure he doesn't go werewolf and kill anybody." Stiles listed, counting out the objectives on his fingers as he went.

"That- That's it?"

"Why, what did you think we were gonna do?" Stiles asked as he climbed out of the vehicle.

"I don't know!" Amber said loudly, continuing in a whisper as a couple walked past them, "Kidnap him? Tie him up and lock him in the bathroom until the full moon is over?"

They walked up the driveway and the loud music that poured out of the house muffled their continued conversation from the teens that loitered outside.

"Ki- Kidnap him?" Stiles squeaked, "You thought we were going to kidnap our best friend from a crowded party?" He paused, looking her up and down as they reached the door, "And you still chose to wear a skirt?"

Amber's glare was piercing as she ducked under his outstretched arm where he was holding the front door open for her and she pinched the exposed strip of skin on his stomach where his shirt had risen as she passed him in retaliation.

"Ow." Stiles complained while he closed the door behind them.

There were teenagers filling up every inch of the house, spilling all the way out onto the backyard patio, dancing, drinking, and conversing loudly in an attempt to be heard over the music.

"And what, exactly, do we do if Scott does 'go wolf' and try to kill someone?" Amber questioned, pulling Stiles over to a spot just outside of the kitchen that had a good vantage point of the people coming in through front door.

"Let's deal with that problem when the time comes, shall we?"

Five minutes passed before Stiles pulled Amber's attention away from where she had become distracted by the beer pong tournament that was set up on what looked like an expensive wooden-dining table.

"Scott's here." Stiles announced.

She followed Stiles' gaze to where Scott and Allison were making their way through the house, headed in the direction of the open patio doors. Amber's hand was linked with his as he pulled her away from the kitchen and moved to follow after the couple.

The two friends claimed a spot just inside of the glass doors, where they could watch Scott even after he and Allison made it outside and into the throng of people who were crowded around the pool.

After a minute passed and Scott and Allison began dancing together, Amber settled her arms around Stiles' shoulders and hooked her fingers behind his neck, guiding him to start moving slightly to the pop music that rang out through the house.

"Wha-" Stiles started before Amber interrupted him.

"If Scott looks over here and sees us just standing around staring at him, he's gonna lose it.. Again."

"Yeah- Yeah, you're probably right." Stiles agreed, settling his hands lightly around her waist.

Amber maneuvered their bodies until she could see outside the patio doors over Stiles' shoulder, keeping a close eye on their friend where he was dancing with his date. As time passed, people moved through the packed room and bumped into them repeatedly, eventually pushing the two to stand so close that their chests pressed together while they danced.

Amber allowed herself only momentary glances to Stiles' face between bouts of watching their friend through the windows, worried that if she looked at the boy in front of her for too long, she would get distracted and lose track of Scott.

Later, when she was re-focussing her eyes outside after a brief moment spent staring at the golden flecks in Stiles' eyes as they flicked anxiously around the crowded room, she spotted Allison with her hands on Scott's chest as she looked at her date worriedly. Scott's eyes were pinched shut and he pulled away from her, moving to come back inside.

"Oh, no. He's coming back in and- He doesn't look great." Amber announced.

Stiles suddenly took a step away from her, keeping one hand on her hips and waving with the other as he looked to their friend rushing through the doorway, "Yo! Scott, you good?"

Scott stormed past them without a word and Amber and Stiles looked at one another with wide eyes.

"You go see what's up and I'll check with Allison real quick-" Amber urged.

"Good. Go." Stiles released her and pushed her gently in the direction of the back door before he dashed off to chase after Scott.

Allison stumbled through the doors as Amber went to go outside and they collided, both girls reaching out to steady the other.

"Did you see where Scott went?" Allison asked.

"Oh, yeah.. He- he had a really bad headache earlier and I think it's acting up again but I'm not sure-"

Allison had no interest in the rest of what Amber had to say, suddenly taking off in the direction of the front door where Amber was sure Scott and Stiles had been spotted exiting the house and Amber rushed to follow close behind her.

As the two girls approached the driveway, they both watched as Scott fumbled with his keys and threw himself inside of the McCall's small green car and quickly drove away from the party.

"Shit, Scott.." Amber mumbled, her eyes traveling to where Stiles had parked the Jeep only to find him already tearing off down the street after their friend, both of them becoming taillights in the distance.

"Why would he leave without telling me?" Allison asked, sounding hurt.

"I don't know, I.. His head must be really bugging him, Allison. I'm sorry." Amber apologized weakly.

"Amber," A familiar voice called out from behind them. Derek Hale stepped toward the two girls with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, "Allison, I'm a friend of Scott's. My name's Derek."

"Oh, um, hi?" Allison spoke.

"Derek, hey, uh.. What are you doing here?"

"Scott. He asked if I could give you both a ride home as he was leaving." He gestured toward a sleek, black camaro parked at the end of the driveway.

"Um.." Allison hesitated, looking over at the girl standing next to her for assistance.

"Yeah, of course," Amber said, hoping that she sounded slightly more confident than she felt. She grabbed the other girl by the arm and pulled her along, "Thanks, Derek."

Derek politely opened the passenger door for them when they reached the car and Amber urged the other girl to get in first. Allison climbed over the seat and into the back, Amber following behind her and climbing into the front.

As Derek closed the door on them gently Allison nudged her, "Are you sure about this?" Allison asked, visibly nervous about willingly getting into the car of a strange older-guy.

"Yeah, it's okay. Derek's cool." Amber smiled, patting Allison's hand on the back of her seat reassuringly.

The smile slipped from Amber's face as soon as she was facing forward again and she took a deep breath. Being alone with Derek Hale once was one thing, but now he showed up at a high school party and was offering to give them a ride home? She couldn't deny the weirdness of it and if anything happened to Allison, she'd never recover from the guilt.

"I'll leave my coat on the floor under his seat," Allison said quickly, not waiting for a response, "That's how they always get caught in the crime shows."

Derek had rounded the car and climbed behind the wheel just by the time the girl in the backseat was moving to sit upright again, and he turned the key as soon as he slid into the driver's seat, the loud engine rumbled to life around them.

"Who first?" He asked with a charming smile, turning to look between the two younger girls.

Amber shot off a text to Stiles as they pulled away from the curb and headed in the direction of Allison's neighborhood.

derek was at party?? giving allison & me a ride home

Derek's radio was set to a station for eighties rock music and when a STYX song started playing softly through the speakers, the normalcy of it almost had Amber starting to relax into her seat.

Allison spouted out frequent directions for Derek to make turns as they drove. When they finally pulled up to Allison's large house, Amber had to move and stand outside of the vehicle to allow the other girl to crawl out from the backseat. Once the other girl was freed, Amber moved to climb back inside the car but Allison stopped her with a hand on her wrist.

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep over?" Allison asked loudly, "You could borrow something of mine, it's no big deal." Allison's eyes flicked back and forth distrustfully between her new friend and the dark-haired stranger who was sitting behind the wheel of the car.

"I'm sure," Amber insisted, grateful for Allison's quick-thinking brain but not taking her up on the offer for an escape, "Really."

"Okay." Allison said slowly, hesitating before she released Amber's arm and turned to head toward her house. She glanced back at the vehicle once and Amber waved, smiling brightly as she climbed into the car again.

Amber closed the passenger side door and re-buckled her seatbelt, tapping her fingers on her knees when Derek didn't immediately start driving again.

"She.." Derek chuckled quietly, "Did not like me."

"She was afraid you're a rapist-murderer." Amber quipped with a roll of her eyes.

"And you're not afraid?" He questioned.

Amber paused, genuinely thinking the question over before responding, but now that Allison was out of the equation of danger, she felt confusingly calm.

"No." She answered honestly after a quiet moment.

Derek was looking at her intently as she spoke, his brows furrowed in concentration before they rose in surprise, "You meant that." He said, but it wasn't a question.

Amber shrugged, "Yeah."

They looked at each other for a moment, Derek looking at her in bewilderment and Amber looking at him in scrutiny, like they were both a complicated puzzle that the other didn't understand.

Derek shook his head slowly and shifted the car back into drive before heading in the direction of her house without prompt.

"How do you know where I live?" Amber questioned, suddenly suspicious.

"Are your parents still in the same house as when Jason was in school?" He asked, eyes flicking over to the passenger side of the vehicle for a moment.

Amber's chest tightened at the mention of her parents, "My parents are dead." She said quietly, "But, yeah, my brother and I- We.. It's the same house."

"I'm sorry." Derek apologized, glancing at her again before turning his attention back to the road.

"It's okay, it-" Amber played with her fingers in her lap, "It's been four years, so."

The car was quiet for a few minutes aside from a Van Halen song that played quietly through the speakers.

"Can I ask how it happened?" Derek asked quietly.

"Car accident during a bad storm," Amber answered before changing the subject, "So, what brings you back to Beacon, anyway? Didn't you move to, like, New Hampshire or something in high school?"

"New York," Derek corrected.

"Oh! Yeah, it was you and your older sister, right? In New York. Did you guys have relatives out there or something?"

"You know, you ask an annoying amount of questions?" Derek said as they pulled up in front of her house.

Amber unbuckled her seatbelt with a self-conscious laugh before moving to open her door, "Right, sorry.. Anyway, thank you for the ride."

"Sure." Derek dismissed as he watched the girl climb out of the vehicle.

Amber closed the car door silently behind her and headed inside the house, unsure what exactly to make of her apparent trust for Derek Hale.

There was a light knock at the doorway to her bedroom before the door was pushed open fully. Amber's brother stood in the opening in his pajamas, his hair sticking up in all directions while he rubbed sleep from his eyes.

"Didn't you text me you were going to some party with Stiles?" Jason asked in a tired voice, glancing at the clock on her bedside table to confirm the time he'd seen on the clock in his own room — It was only nine-thirty.

Amber was sitting in the middle of her bed in leggings and one of her brother's old crewneck sweatshirts with her laptop in front of her, trying to find a specific forum that she remembered reading the night before about bitten werewolves which, looking back on it, seemed semi-credible. It was just bizarre enough that it could've been the real deal.

"Yeah, um.. Wasn't in the party mood, I guess. I got a ride home with another friend." Amber explained, satisfied that it was mostly the truth.

"Did the two of you, like," Jason paused, scratching his fingers through his hair, "Have a fight, or something?"

"What?" Amber asked in surprise, "No. No, me and Stiles are fine. We're good."

Her brother nodded, brows furrowed in thought as he leaned slightly onto the doorframe, "So," He started slowly, "You and Stiles. You're still, uh, still just friends, right?"

"I- Huh?" Amber asked dumbly, "Of course we're friends. Why would you ask that?"

"And it's none of that, y'know, friends with benefits stuff?"

"Bene- No!" Amber denied quickly, eyes wide as a warm flush rose on her cheeks, "There are no benefits going on between me and Stiles."

"It's just, you've slept at the Stilinski house twice this week. On school-nights.. Which, okay, isn't technically out of the ordinary. But, you haven't mentioned Scott being there and-" Her brother sighed like just having the conversation was draining him, "Look, I wouldn't be a very good guardian if I didn't check in, right? So.. You swear there's no funny business happening?"

"Nothing funny," Amber promised, "And I see that look on your face. No. We really, really don't need to have another sex talk. The first one is still plenty fresh in my mind."

"Alright, alright," He conceded, "But if anything changes, I want you to be honest with me, okay? I'd rather know you're doing it and being safe than not know at-"

"Agh! Jason, seriously-" Amber pleaded in embarrassment.

"-And I know you're on the pill now, but that doesn't mean that you don't still need to use protection-"

"I hear you! Oh my god. I hear you, and I love you, but Stiles and I have not been having sex. No one and I have been having sex. And I swear to you, if I do have sex, we will use a condom. Okay?"

Jason swallowed, "Okay."

"Okay," Amber repeated, exhaling sharply. She leaned back onto her hands and took a few deep breaths before looking at the tiny clock in the corner of her laptop screen, "When did you get off?"

"Eight," Jason told her, "Twelve hours off and I'm due back to the station again at eight."

"You should get some sleep, then. Sorry if I woke you when I got home."

"It's fine," Her brother smiled at her with tired eyes. He moved like he was about to leave, one hand around the knob and the other flat against the door jamb. He paused and drummed his fingers against the wood a few times, "Goodnight, punk. I love you."

"Love you, too." Amber smiled, watching as he finally retreated down the hallway to his own room.

After twenty minutes, Amber still couldn't find the exact forum that she had been looking for, but she did happen across one that discussed the rarity of born-werewolves that were able to transform into their full-bodied, wolfy counterpart.

She thought about the wolf that Scott was convinced he'd seen in the woods the night before, and the animal hairs that forensics had found on the dead body, and the all-too animalistic howl that they'd heard the night this had all started.

Amber printed off a copy of the thread for Stiles and was stapling the pages together when she realized she hadn't heard from him since he'd left the party to find Scott. He'd never even responded to the text she'd sent to let him know Derek was dropping her off at home.

The girl clicked the power button on her phone a couple of times, frowning when the screen remained black. She hadn't been able to charge it the night before at Stiles' house, so it must have died at some point during the last half hour, after she had sent the text to Stiles in the car.

She fumbled to get it plugged into the charger beside the bed, hoping to receive an update about Scott.

Just as the phone was booting up again, there was a loud, frantic knocking from the front door downstairs. Amber tripped as she rushed down the staircase, unlocking the door and pulling it open it to reveal Stiles with one arm braced on the door, he tumbled inside without the support of the door and he scrambled as he righted himself.

"Dude, my brother is sleeping!" Amber hissed, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Did something happen? Are you okay? Is Scott?"

"Amber, oh my god," Stiles exclaimed, his chest heaving with quick breaths, "Why haven't you been answering your phone!"

"It died!" Amber explained, "I only plugged it in like two seconds ago-"

"It's Derek! Scott says Derek's the one who bit him."

"What?!" She questioned in surprise, "What else did he say?"

"Nothing," Stiles told her with wide eyes, "He kind of took off as soon as I told him Derek was giving Allison a ride home."

"Well, where is he now?" Amber asked.

"I don't know, we need to go out and look for him."

Amber pulled on the sneakers that were laying in the entryway without another word and they made their way out to where the Jeep had been parked haphazardly in the driveway. The two of them piled into the still-running vehicle and Stiles set off in the direction of the preserve as Amber sighed and leaned her head to rest against the window, bracing herself for the long night ahead of them.

"So what the hell happened with Derek Hale?" Stiles asked after a minute.

Amber kept her eyes on the treeline, not wanting to miss Scott if he emerged in the dark, "Nothing, really. He gave us both a ride home. He definitely didn't look like he was about to snap or howl at the moon or anything."

Stiles glanced over to the girl in the passenger seat, "Okay, well, did he say anything?"

Amber shrugged, "Just that his sister is in town, too. He didn't tell me why, though."

"I don't trust him." Stiles announced.

"I know." Amber laughed.

"And neither do you, right?"

Amber made a face, unsure what to say and Stiles gaped at her.

"..You trust Derek Hale?" He asked incredulously, "Seriously? What, because he park-rangered you out of the woods?"

"I'm not saying I trust him, necessarily. But, if he wanted to murder me or bite me or whatever, he probably would've done it. Right?"

"I guess.." Stiles muttered with disgust, "And what did I say about being alone with creepy older dudes, anyway?"

"To let you know when it happened," Amber smiled, "Which, I did. I texted you!"

"Shit, okay. Well.. I'm amending that, and I think you should probably just stop being alone with him altogether. If not for your own safety, then for my sanity."

Amber laughed, reaching over to pat her friend reassuringly on the thigh, but didn't say anything.

They drove around town for two hours before they pulled the Jeep into the preserve, the two of them deciding to park there in the hopes that Scott would eventually emerge. Amber laid down across the front seat and rested her head against the edge of Stiles' thigh, her feet coming up onto the seat beneath her. She dozed off and on for a few hours, Stiles' own head nodding as he did the same above her where he was leaning up against the window.

Stiles woke with a start and nudged Amber off of his lap when the sun started to rise and they still hadn't seen any sign of Scott. She sat up and re-buckled her seatbelt as he drove out back of the preserve and pulled out onto the main road.

They only made it a mile or so before they caught sight of a shirtless figure in the distance, walking along the side of the road.

"Scott! It's Scott!" Amber pointed.

Stiles pulled the car up beside their friend and Amber moved to sit in the center as Scott opened the door silently and climbed in to fall into the seat beside her. The group remained quiet while Stiles began to drive again, silence filling the car as they all waited for someone else to speak first.

Scott shivered and Amber turned in her seat to pulled a discarded tshirt out of the lacrosse bag in the backseat, handing it to the half-clothed boy beside her with a small smile.

Scott accepted the article gratefully and pulled it on over his naked torso, leaning to rest his head sadly against the window and looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Amber watched the way he slumped dejectedly and reached out a comforting hand, softly rubbing the chilled skin of his arm.

"You know what actually worries me the most?" Scott finally asked.

"If you say Allison," Stiles started in annoyance, "I'm gonna punch you in the head."

There was a brief moment of silence in which his friends both realized Stiles had been right about the train of thought that Scott was hung up on after the long night.

"She probably hates me now." Scott whined pathetically.

"Ugh." Amber and Stiles both scoffed in disgust.

"I doubt that," Stiles told him as reassuringly as he could, "But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or y'know, you could just.. Tell her the truth and.. Revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a freakin' werewolf!"

Scott and Amber both turned to look at him with a glare and he recanted his words.

"Okay, bad idea." Stiles agreed.

Scott hung his head and Amber reached around to pull him in until he rested it on her shoulder.

"Hey, we'll get through this." Stiles continued softly.

"Come on.. If we have to, Stiles and I'll chain you up ourselves on full moon nights." Amber said with a smile.

"And feed you live mice," Stiles added, "I had a boa once, y'know I could do it."

Scott snorted out a laugh despite his sadness and Amber reached down to rest one hand on either side of her, putting one hand on each of her friend's thighs, patting them both softly.

"We've got this."

[flightfoot]

Chat in the movie was sassier and could be annoying but consider…

1. The movie makes a point that Adrien tries to close off his heart to people. He lost his mother at a much younger age than Show Adrien who only lost her less than a year before the series starts. So he’s had more time to become a bit prickly and put up walls. Show Adrien is still desperately trying to hold onto his positivity. But Movie Adrien is more Jaded. He’s an independent catboy who don’t need no watermelon cramping his style. I think that’s why it’s easier for him to yell at his father later on too. Movie Adrien has been dealing with the broken home crap for much longer.

2. Movie Adrichat is a bit more in line with Season 1 Adrichat. He’s more likely to express negativity even if it’s just with a facial expression. Chat Noir in season 1 is more of a sassmaster. He doesn’t go as far as movie chat, but he gets some barbs in and has more bravado. He tells Theo that he’s in charge between the two heroes in Copycat and makes muscles at Marinette in Illustrator. He pushes back against Ladybug more and tells her on more than one occasion that she’s not funny when she sasses him with a joke. When Ladybug calls about his Lourve heist asking what’s going on, he tells her if she’d been there she would know, said he was handling it himself and hung up. He pokes fun at her lucky charms multiple times. He’s salty with Plagg and makes sarcastic little comments about his dad and is generally allowed more teenagery moments that aren’t necessarily the most gentlemanly but sympathetic considering his situation. Like remember when Ladybug exposed Lila’s lie about her and the first thing he says to Ladybug in French is something like “are you insane?!” before he caught himself? 😆

I liked movie Chat because he reminded me more of Season 1 (and maybe 2?) Adrien? As Adrichat progressed in the series he lacked more personality to me. He definitely lacked some of his season 1 attitude. By Season 5, he felt really wooden to me a lot of the time. Like he still has moments of negative emotion, but there was something more dynamic about his character at first. Adrichat in Season 5 is either angry enough to kill over Marinette or sad with his tail between his legs. He used to express himself more as Chat just day to day for all sorts of reasons. He used to have a bit more edge. Doesn’t mean I want him to be an edge lord. He’s always been sweet and self depreciating too but I miss his sassier moments.

All of that to say, Movie Chat reminded me of him and lately he feels a little neutered. Though Season 1 Chat is the main Chat for me, I think I prefer Movie AdriChat to Season 5 AdriChat at this point.

True, Movie!Adrien's dealing with different things. Movie!Gabriel is a way better person and parent than Show!Gabriel, having lost himself in grief but not trying to actually hurt Adrien, merely retreating... but that's also left Adrien without a parent for a lot longer. Based on the pictures we see, I'm betting it's been around five years. He's definitely more withdrawn, he says something about that in the movie, and him wearing earbuds all the time seems to be a way of symbolizing how he's closing himself off from the outside world, like how Neku uses his headphones in TWEWY. I like how you point out that he's making himself into an independent catboy who acts like he doesn't actually need other people, like he's enough on his own - that does help to explain why he's not reaching out to Ladybug as much, why he makes himself out to be a big shot more than in canon. He's been basically alone for a long time now, so he can only really depend on himself.

2. Yeah Movie!Adrien does remind me of S1!Adrien with his expression of negativity and sass. I thought that it worked better in the show than the movie though. In the show it usually seemed to me to be bravado, his imitation of a swashbuckling hero similar to Eugene's "Flynn Rider" impression in Tangled, while in the movie, I thought he came off as a little mean to Ladybug at times, especially since he didn't have as much gentle support going on as we do in the show, whenever Ladybug's struggling.

[hisaribi]

on anon cause shy but 10/10 love love LOVED ur take on beta dick grayson holy shit ur so nuanced with it and use it to explore avenues of his character in such a meaningful way insane I love it sm <33 TOSS HIM INTO THE ANGST PILE, that was a treat to read :D

Just asking! No need for a full indepth response (unless you'd want to give that, that'd be amazing too!!!!!) but now I'm curious about a little bit more ahaha, how do you hc Jason? Because personally it's omega for me but that's largely due to how I perceive my ABO society and dynamics within it + discrimination + him fronting as an alpha as a kid, etc etc

So I was curious how It'd change or not in your ABOverse!

aww, don't be shy, I'm really happy you liked that! because like there were well 9 notes and I was a bit ah man we're in this alone again, so I'm really glad that you wrote to me! this post btw

also I have some more angst! like reverse robins would be angst with Dick being the youngest and also the only beta, but also Damian is gonna be really cool with him (even though he had to take him in after B disappeared, but because Talia is beta Dick would have like easier time adapting into the family), and also like overall Damian being like why do you all have problems with betas, my mother is one, will you dare say something bad about that, and ye. that can work even with normal Damian and Dick, because I guess Damian also had a hard time adapting to his father's pack, as he was used to betas being his pack and most likely los wasn't the nice place to explore your gender or even see that exploration, so ye, I digress

ok back on topic

I agree with you on omega Jason, actually. aside from him being omega is just funny for me (in a good way), and annoying for him, I also have sort of hcs about that. not specifically Jason, but you gave me a blanket permission for in depth response, so lol

when I usually talk about omegaverse, I prefer having omegas as bigger/taller ones, like, protecting pups and all that. also if we talk about physique I tend to believe that omegas gain fat easier (not as they're all on plump side, but like the protection thing again?), alphas gain muscles, while betas are somewhere in-between in a way.

So B is tall and clearly muscular, though he's an alpha, and Jason is also tall and muscular, but he feels bigger because of his body going like hey we had fucked up childhood, we need to save as much as possible, and he was annoyed about that. though ok, he was annoyed about everything, because he didn't present before dying, though he was aware he was either alpha or omega because of scents and all that

Jason did hope to be an alpha though, mostly because he grew up on the street and yes, omegas are discriminated, and mostly in bad ways, so him believing being alpha was more fitting and also gave him power, that was the thing. also like B was alpha, Alfred was alpha, pretty sure Diana was alpha as well, and I feel like making Jason's father an omega could also be factoring into that.

He also was very I'm still better than you about Dick being beta, again, till Talia, and he's probably on the betas are like children they don't have scent how can anyone /looks at Roy/ want them. it also makes him protective over betas just like it would over pups, so ye

I guess he can have a cool journey in accepting omega part of him and reconciling with it, probably after too many suppressants and dealing with his panic that his pack would reject him because he's omega and no of course the whole killing thing and pretending to be Nightwing and almost killing him and killing as him didn't happen what are you talking about, but I'm really not a gender person and I'm not willing to write about that(

sorry, ended up way too rambly, but ye, feel free to throw things at me about this whole thing

[primal-con]

Mkay my brain is working a bit better today so thoughts on Mirage! Namely his inclusion in the movie instead of Jazz and his change in personality

Rise of the Beasts spoilers below the cut✌️

Now like a lot of folks, when I first saw the trailer I was insanely pumped because I thought Mirage was Jazz. I think we all kinda saw the silver Porsche and lost our minds, and of course, I'm still bummed that we didn't get Jazz because I love him dearly and miss him more than words can express. But! Having seen the movie and had time to chew it over, here're my thoughts on Mirage's character in RotB.

So a lot of initial thoughts regarding the choice to include Mirage, and a very different Mirage at that, rather than Jazz, were of course very valid. But I think ultimately while I would've loved for Jazz to have been there, I understand why they didn't go with him. Cause tbh if everything about the movie had been the same except they called Mirage Jazz, I wouldn't have been happy.

While yes, on the surface RotB Mirage seems really similar to G1 Jazz, they're actually really different in the ways that count. Jazz is bright, sociable, charismatic, and more in tune with Earth culture than most bots. RotB Mirage is also a lot of those things! But the key difference is that for Jazz, that personality is a facade. He's an incredibly grim, ruthless person who's seen a lot and is capable of a lot of terrible things, and he uses that trustworthy persona to mask that and make people more comfortable around him.

Mirage comes off as much more genuine in his naivete. He seems legitimately young, impulsive, and vying for adventure. He does things cause they sound fun, not because he thinks it's a smart idea in the long run. The sad things hiding underneath his bright personality don't come from brutal experience and calculated manipulation, they come from a genuine loneliness and desire to explore the world around him. In a lot of ways he plays a similar role to Bumblebee in most other TF media, the naive young optimist who wants to see the best in people and be a hero. Which narratively makes sense considering Bee was out of commission for most of the movie. He's not necessarily stupid, he's just not wise, and that comes from a lack of experience compared to his so-called "hardass" peers. He sees the other bots as boring and overly serious which contributes to his desire to keep Noah on the team. He wants Someone who he can relate to, someone who's a little closer to him personality-wise, and he doesn't feel like his older and more grim teammates can fill that role.

Which I think also contributes to his likability! Because like I said, Mirage is so genuine. He doesn't usually think things through so everything he says is so honest and unfiltered. I love Jazz because of his complexity and how compelling that facade is to his character, but I ended up loving Mirage because he doesn't feel the need for a mask at all.

I think generally the choice to change Mirage's personality from his G1 characterization was because the writers didn't want too many serious characters? At least that's how it felt watching the movie. I mean even Bumblebee comes off as older and more mature than Mirage. And Transformers is very fond of its goofy, unserious kid-appeal characters who are closest to the token humans. I'm cool with it mainly because big changes between generations are pretty common and this wouldn't be the first or even the wildest change of pace from one appearance to the next. As for why Mirage and not another character, who really knows. Probably the fact that he hasn't had much of an established personality in any of his rare TV appearances. And using a known name is usually easier than making a whole new character, just fan-attachment-wise.

Anyways, sum total thoughts: I liked him! And the movie's enjoyable if you don't go taking it too seriously, though that could be said about most things. It's also better with a friend! It's no ground-breaking cinema, it's an action franchise movie and exactly what you'd expect from one. But the characters have chemistry and personality and that's usually what matters to me. So yeah, all nitpicks aside it's a net positive from me!

[prettyboykatsuki]

I love love love yandere tropes I will restrain myself to just one I prommy. Im feeling geto today. Geto & wisteria 💜

a /n ; hello miss aleks... thank u for requesting getou bc im insane abt him. a lot of requests for wisteria!! v interesting

cw ; yandere, captivitity, implied violence, reader talks about being hungry but it's largely metaphorical, gn!reader

W - Wisteria (long life, immortality): “Tell me I’m your god/goddess and I’ll grant you a slice of heaven.”

You're of the belief that your anger will someday mean something.

You hold onto this belief. You nurse it like a child that cries so loud it could shatter glass windows. More than anything, you want this anger festering inside of you to mean something. To be visible or potent. You hope with utmost sincerity that someday you will reveal it to someone and they will be the one to shrink back.

Getou is not above being cruel. He doesn't prefer it. The cruelty is not sadistic in nature - it's not something he draws pleasure from. Not usually. Not often enough for you to notice, though some times there's a gleam to him. A sharpness at the corners of his mouth when he twists your wrist just a little too hard that makes you wonder if you're missing something.

In all the ways Getou is cruel, it's not the violence nor hunger that makes you feel the most vulnerable. It's the indifference to your own humanity that you regard as most inhumane. It is the almost pitiful glare as you push towards him defiantly, unwilling to stand down.

Getou is authoritarian, but not pragmatic. This means, if you bare your teeth at him he will only go so far as muzzling you. Even if it's more practical to shave your fangs down to nubs - the practically of a tamed animal is not enough for Getou Suguru. He would rather you keep them sharp, keep them bared - and to teach you the same lesson until your exhausted. To beat it into you until your howl is faint in the wind.

Getou shows preference for taming. He does not punish your hostility with violence. It's never an eye for an eye. That would assume that you and him are equals and that could never be. There's no such reality where a human being could be equal to him. You can't see curses. You bruise easily. You shout and light your temper rise even easier.

The days pass by. Slowly like time is hesitant to widen the gaps of your sanity, though you know that is unavoidable. You hold on still. Your hands are holding on so tight to the thing within yourself that feels you're sure your knuckles are white.

And Getou remains. Still. Steady. Not omnipotent. Because even a foolish human like you can recognize that only old times Gods are capable of acting selfish.

The chain around your neck feels heavy when Getou enters your quarters. A place with no sunlight and no wind. Getou approaches you like always, a softened smile. Long hair that flows down his back, tied half-up.

He always walks towards you, but never crouches to your height. As if he's waiting for the day you come to him obediently. Crawl towards him on your hands and knees with nothing but desperation. It hasn't come yet.

But he feels merciful. So he bends down and comes towards you, reaching his hand onto to touch you. Your limbs are heavy from exhaustion. Nothing much of a fight today, as he reaches his hand to pet your cheek.

"Tired today, hm?" He asks. He's not smug about it. You almost wish he was.

"Fuck off."

"So cold to me. Such a shame. I really cherish you, you know? I don't do this for just anyone." He says, nauseatingly sincere.

"Is this your idea of being cherished? You're sick."

"Don't be silly. Of course it isn't. I'm disciplining you. Trying to help you understand."

Anger bubbles up within you again. If your throat wasn't so hoarse you would scream.

"Understand what exactly?"

"That you're doomed to this, but you don't have to be." He strokes your thumb with your cheek, growing close. His eyes are so dark you can see yourself in them. You don't recognize your reflection anymore "Tell me I'm your God. Mean it. And I'll grant you a slice of heaven. You'd be happy if you could listen."

"I'll never give in to you. Never." You say, all too bitterly. He gives you a fond laugh.

"I like that part of you too. It reminds me of someone."