#ily scott (this makes sense to no one)

[spirirsstuff]

need to get a chapter out in three days bc i wanna get the chapter of my fic out on the one year anniversary of the day i listened to deh for the first time. i definitely didn’t rewrite the like fifty words i previously had

[logansluvr]

TASTE

LOGAN HOWLETT x F!READER

SUMMARY : You won’t admit it, but it stung when you realized you were just a placeholder while Logan waited for Jean AGAIN. Now that she has him, she realizes that no matter how hard she tries there will always be you somewhere on him…Or Jean and Logan both fucked themselves over while you enjoy the aftermath.

WARNING : description of mutant powers (all things nature), angst, more angst, Jean slander (sorry), suggestive content, nothing deeper than a make out, hurt/slight comfort, some Logan slander (ily), Logan has some self reflection time, love triangle??square???

basically I was listening to taste and this sparked in my head and now it won’t leave me alone…

I heard you're back together and if that's true

you'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you

IN ALL HONESTY SOMEWHERE IN THE BACK OF your mind you knew it was coming. It was nice to indulge in the fantasy though. You indulged in it as an ode to your past self ( you from a year ago ) when you realized that what you thought of Logan was more than a crush. The opportunity presented itself so sinfully you thought it had to be some sort of hallucination.

You couldn’t say no, after all you still had that ode to your past self and deep down you felt…comforted. Comforted in the fact that Logan had thought about you in that way — though that thought diminished soon enough.

At first it was nice, Logan treated you right even if there was something a little off about it. He took you out on occasion, made you laughed, hell he even laughed with you.

There was a point after three months where he began to not mind falling asleep in your bed — even if he acted a little colder the day after it happened.

There were nights when he would be extra tense after a small rescue mission, or after something happened during the day.

He’d take it out on you by burying himself inside of you, biting down on your chest in places clothes covered — other times he’d just bury his head between your thighs taking his time in making you fall apart over and over.

But after nights like those he wouldn’t even look you in the eyes directly. It seemed that only a half a year into your relationship you realized something odd. Certain people in the halls would stare at you with pity, Scott Summers barely looked you in the eyes and even the professor seemed like each word he said to you he was internally wincing.

It was only one night after a particularly rough mission that you had pieced most of it together. Once you were in your room you recalled the high tension between Scott, Jean, and Logan. Most of the time you felt like you a Ororo were missing a big piece of something — especially with the way they’d all go at each other.

You were grateful he had the decency to tell you rather than ignore you, you weren’t even paying attention. Too busy trying to hold back tears — ones you were confused on having.

He muttered something along the lines of you being too young and he just isn’t ready for something like that. You didn’t care, it was a bunch of bullshit. You didn’t need telepathy to know that.

Once he shut the door behind him you had walked to the shower, turned it on, stepped inside with your clothes on, and cried. For a minute you didn’t even realize why you were crying until you had the realization that it was because you felt more for him than you initially let yourself believe.

The days after that everyone sensed the tension, Logan tried to act normal. You however, you just simply brushed him off — he didn’t need to know that he had seriously fucked with your mental. You were going to act normal, act like it didn’t affect you.

It was bad enough the professor looked at you with sympathy the day after your crying session.

On the bright side he fixed your schedule around so you’d see less of Logan.

The week following the breakup you realized he hadn’t even waited that long before he was already crowding Jean — that’s when you realized it wasn’t one big coincidence Scott was meaner at the same time Logan was crowding the Dr.

You had unfortunately turned down the hallway about a week and a half after the breakup, patting a student on the shoulder after they had bombarded you with questions. You were going to meet Scott, his next class in coordination with yours.

But as you glanced at the end of the hall you saw him. Standing next to her, arm on the wall as he smiled down at her. Staring like she was the only thing in the room — you could almost hear the swish of the trees outside, an affect from the anger simmering beneath you.

Thankfully someone stepped out of the classroom you were about to enter. It was one about halfway down the hall, and it seemed to draw both your attention and the attention of couple practically eye fucking at the end of the hallway.

Scott glanced at them, thankful for his sunglasses so they couldn’t see the glare on his face before he turned towards you. Clenching his jaw he walked towards you, handing you the lesson plan he had worked up.

You were far too busy reading over the sheet to notice the gaze burning holes into your back — but Scott wasn’t. And as he glanced over his shoulder he found Logan Howlett staring directly at you.

And a Jean grey staring at him staring at you.

It was only about three weeks after the breakup when something seemed to change. You hadn’t truly been feeling better but you were getting there — busying yourself with other things. Working more on your abilities and working on your training.

You were none the wiser to the situation happening between the two people you’d successfully stopped feeling hatred for. You stopped the avoidance thing about two weeks after the breakup, the mansion was big but not that big.

While it didn’t outwardly bother you that much, other people seemed to notice a tense thing between the couple anytime you were in the vicinity.

There was a day when it seemed like everything went from bad to worse between them. It was a nice day outside and Jean found herself in Logan’s arms, holding onto him whilst his lips pressed against hers.

Her hands were tangling in his hair whilst they swapped whatever DNA they were hoping to swap. And when they pulled away to catch their breath her eyes remained closed, a small furrow in her brow as her tongue ran over her lips.

If someone were to ask her, she’d say she was hallucinating.

Because she could’ve sworn she tasted cherry lipgloss on Logan’s lips — cherry lipgloss she didn’t own.

Yet as her tongue darted out to lick her lips again, it was gone. Her eyes cracking open to find Logan’s gaze over her shoulder, and when she spun around to glance at what had got his attention there you were.

There you always were.

Oblivious to the fact that Logan was watching you. Oblivious to the fact that wherever you showed up he seemed to only look at you the way he used to look at Jean. Oblivious to the fact that all you had to do was enter the same room and all of the sudden his attention was on you.

And it wasn’t on purpose, cause there was a moment where your mental forces had slipped and she probed. And when she dug deeper she only find pure oblivion, it made it all the harder to spite you.

She could ignore if she wanted too, and she tried. For a while. But every-time she kissed him, there was that lingering feeling of tasting cherry lipgloss.

The same cherry lipgloss she watched you apply in a mirror in the hallway.

And she swore your perfume lingered on him even if it had been weeks since you’d been within five feet of him.

Every time you close your eyes

And feel his lips, you're feelin' mine

And every time you breathe his air

Just know I was already there

this was short Ik but I’m currently crying because I had a smut with over 6.k words and HALF OF IT DIDNT SAVE?!??!?

anyways <33 taglist??

[charlesxavierthirster3000]

Burdened — L. Howlett

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader

Summary: Based on this request!!!!

CW/Tags: not proofread bc I literally finished this at 5am 😭, Logan is an ASS, a lot lot of feelings, lowk heavy angst I THINK, no use of Y/N, don't like don't read.

A/N: @rambosgirl Ily girlie I really enjoyed writing this :33 I AM SO INSANELY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG !!!!!!! Also while writing the ending of this my Spotify Smart Shuffle fucking played First Love/Late Spring by Mitski and I swear it knows how fitting it is bro wtaf ok LAST statement but like this is my first 1K+ word fic are you guys proud of me :33 I'm starting this at like 3am so don't bully me if the ending doesnt' make sense ok byeeeeeeeee

WC: 1.6K (get comfy guys) / Navigation

It was unnecessarily irritating. And frankly really, really fucked up.

Anytime you turned your back from a seemingly butterfly-inducing interaction with Logan, you found him all over Jean as if he wasn’t just chatting you up four minutes ago.

Jean Grey was—from what you’ve surveyed over your time at the mansion—not really phased, despite her somewhat established relationship with Scott. She was intelligent and good-natured, flashing you sickeningly sweet smiles in the corridors and occasionally complimenting your outfits as if hers weren’t twice as stunning.

But every time you spotted Logan gazing down at her with the look you thought he’d reserved for your eyes only, the image of perfection the redheaded telepath had materialised in front of you dissipated like a glass of ice left to liquefy under the scorching sun.

Because she never pushed him away, and she was so clearly inevitably attracted, whether she displayed it or not. It was virtually written all across her sharp features, and you knew the same was scripted all over your own when speaking to Logan.

That dip your heart made every time you saw the two’s chemistry from afar; it wasn't just blatant jealousy. 

It was deeper.

It was nastier.

It clung to your insides like a weight you couldn't possibly shake off. The constant sense that you were just a swift distraction, a momentary diversion from the real object of his desire. 

It ate you up from the inside out and exhausted you to no end.

When Storm or Rogue cautiously approached you and tried to console you, you shrugged it off as if it was some uncomplicated highschool sweetheart drama. They knew damn well it wasn’t. Your conflicting feelings for Logan were gradually making you lose yourself— your well-built dignity. You were slowly but surely morphing into someone you didn’t even recognise. Someone who accepted being second best without any contemplation.

All for a man who was immortal. All for someone who presumably considered you a fleeting paragraph in his primitive life while he was an entire novel in yours.

You wanted— needed to locate yourself in the vast body of water which was your feelings. You needed your sense of self-worth to reappear by a miracle, nevertheless, you knew it would take immense time and exertion to track it back down.

But in a wretched attempt to do so, you settled on a fairly elaborate plan and started disregarding each one of Logan’s advances. Suddenly, you conveniently had somewhere else to be every time he approached, you pulled back and overlooked his easy smiles along with the playful banter you practically used to feed off of.

At first, it felt as if you were reclaiming some of your power, spotting his perplexed looks in your peripheral vision as you wandered off to God knows where. But of course, everything you did came back to bite you in the ass. If anything, it only made the truth clearer. He barely even noticed, and if he did, he didn’t give a single shit.

And Jean? She remained unbothered, untouchable— flawless, even. You were the mastermind of this whole game, yet you were the only one losing.

After a particularly humiliating stretch of witnessing Logan and Jean’s shared giggles and stolen looks from across the table, you ultimately found your resolve. Alcohol really was liquid courage, because after a few drinks and several stabs of food, you closed in on them lounging on the couch post-meal. 

Logan’s bare arm was extended across the back of the grimy cushions behind Jean like some kind of cheesy rom-com, cowlicks a prominent silhouette against the weak flickering of the television. But no matter how much you resented them— her, you would never even come by the opportunity to be in the redhead’s position.

“Howlett,” you enunciated, voice sharp enough to slice through the ambient noise like a shard of glass.

Howlett. No other soul could call him that without repercussions. Aside from you. That was why you felt so unique, so distinct from the others, that was the crumb of specialty you were desperately clinging on to.

He shifts to glance over his shoulder, a spark of recognition igniting within him at the sound of your voice—not missing the shred of urgency concealed beneath it. “Hm? What's up?”

You hesitate with your next words, intently but subtly taking in his scruffy features in the dimmed lighting for what felt like it could be the final time. Because after this, you knew for a fact neither one of you could view each other in the same way. You were the one who let him under your skin, you were the one who had to tear him out, and it unfortunately was an agonisingly slow process.

“We need to talk.”

Four words. Yet, it still gave you the sensation of several weights placed upon your back; the unavoidable impending argument, manipulation spat right into your face, and the most dreaded of all, how circumstances would be after tonight.

His expression stiffened mildly as he reluctantly got up from the couch, aged leather groaning beneath his weight. The sensation of Jean abruptly invading the back of your mind was extremely unsettling and even though she appeared unphased, she, without a question, detected your abnormal uneasiness and was gingerly flicking through your thoughts.

Which was apprehensive, to say the least.

Logan fell into step with you as you departed from one of the many doddering living rooms, proceeding to a more secluded space nearing the obnoxious stairs in front of the grand entryway, mansion almost bizarrely silent with all the kids asleep. Jean wasn’t in your head anymore, but she undoubtedly already knew your objectives to the script.

You halted and so did Logan, weight finding its position set upon the auburn wood of the stairs. 

He eyed you with undivided attention. Your stomach threatened to do a fucking flip despite the conditions, the look nearly making you scrap all of this and go right back to being his side piece regardless of the anguish it put your mind through. But you dug your heels in, the clearing of your throat echoing sharply off the vacant walls.

You square your shoulders and tilt your chin up boldly, aiming to stand your ground. “What the hell am I to you? Because from what I see and a whole lot of other people do, I’m just an afterthought. Filler for the gaps Jean left open. Care to elaborate on that, Howlett?” 

He sighed, glancing at the wall behind you as if he was already fed up. “It’s not like that, bub. You’re makin’ it bigger than it is.”

Your blood scorched at the casual dismissal. Your voice inevitably rose but doesn’t go over a whisper, “Don’t patronise me, Logan,” you scoff. “I’m not some stupid kid with a stupid crush, so don’t let your ego get out of hand. I’ve watched you get all up on her, and then come to me when she’s got a class. Do you even fucking hear yourself?” 

His jaw stiffened, his own frustration growing. “You really think it’s that easy? I never asked you to get involved. You know how it is with me and her. You don’t get how fucked my life is, it’s your own fuckin’ fault things got messy.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go sulk somewhere else, I don’t give a shit how crappy your life is. It doesn’t take much to be a decent fucking human!— mutant, whatever. I’m not gonna let you come crying to me when things don’t work out with Jean. I’m worth more than that. You can’t see that, it’s your damn problem, not mine.”

He was visibly trying to find his footing, and you took it as an opportunity to carry on, “It’s not my fault this got sloppy. You can’t just invite a woman for a nice drive and end up throwing her out the door a moment later. You knew damn well what you were doing to m—” 

“You don’t know what I gotta deal with every day. It’s difficult. I never wanted it to get like this. You were the one overthinkin’ it.”

You shook your head forcefully, exasperation boiling over. “I don’t give a fuck, Logan— stop hiding behind that, you don’t even remember half of your damn life! It’s not messy, it’s cruel. I’ve had my own trouble, but I don’t use it as an excuse to hurt people who care about me. Don’t put all of it on my back.”

He opens his mouth to retort, but you cut him off. “Don’t. Don’t say anything. I’ve dealt with you for half my time here. I’ve had enough of your bullshit.” A flash of remorse graced his eyes but it didn’t do a thing. 

“I’m not your backup plan. I’m not waiting for you to look at me the way you look at Jean. I deserve someone who doesn’t just act like they give a shit. I’ve made my choice and you’ve made yours. I’m done. Goodnight, Howlett.”

With a harsh turn of your heel, you walked away with a heavy heart. But your head was clear for the first time in months, your shoulders were lighter, and the clarity you felt nearly blew your veins out. It would be painstakingly tough to face him tomorrow morning, but you knew you would get over it eventually.

Also i just realised in the morning Washing Machine Heart works WAYYy better but it's whatever I guess 😮‍💨

[suugarbabe]

11, 20 and 23 for the unrelated asks please <3 ily <3

11. anything from your childhood you've held on to?

i still have my pillow from when i was a toddler, it stays on my current bed with me under my other pillows

20. favorite disney princess movie?

i am a huuuuge huge Pocahontas girl and i feel like she is not talked about enough or given enough credit; i love her so much a wrote a speech about her in college for my speech class lmaoooo

i also have Mexican Native American in my bloodline so i guess i feel like, kind of super close to her? idk if that makes sense lol

23. do you wear jewlery?

yesss, i love to wear jewlery! I wear three necklaces every day, a protection rune, a tarot card necklace & one with my doggos name on it :)

i wear some type of earrings every day but my go to are my kendra scott ones

I also wear two rings; one on each hand, but i want a couple more. & i have an evil eye bracelet that I wear; i always wear one until it breaks and then i buy a new one.

i also wear a watch, if that's considered jewlery?

[rassvetsky]

hi! can i request a fluffy halloween fic with scott lang where he and reader does those couple costumes? 🫶 tysm!!!

i am literally in love with you for requesting this. my love for scott is beyond words and this is way too late and rushed but still pls feel free to request again whenever you'd like ily

88 Miles Per Hour

scott lang x reader

"Through costumes put together in a rush and water fights with resident trick-or-treaters, you found a moment of peace to memorize every single detail Scott held."

[2k] | just short & cute nothing worth warning u about except for. scott's beauty. obviously. halloween themes, feelings, kiiiinda friends to lovers but mostly just flirty banter, scott is a cutie and he deserves the world and i love him so much your honor

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

Time spent with Scott Lang felt like a whiplash- the dopamine high he tended to give you with his jokes and compliments could rival ecstasy. He wouldn't let you think about anything else; if life was stressing you out, he was definitely the man to go to because through the pointless conversations and intrusive DIY projects, his main priority was to make you feel good, safe and appreciated. And of course, to get you laughing so hard that you wouldn't even be able to remember what you were stressed out about in the first place.

But just like everything else, that went both ways. Scott didn't tend to show it when he was down, but through the decrease in energy, you could sense it. Hell, even from his tone through the line when you called him to ask him about his day- you'd immediately sense that something was wrong, and it needed to be fixed, immediately.

Because in your eyes, Scott deserved much better than what he already had in this life.

So when you showed up by his door with a bag of clothes picked specifically for Halloween and demanded a few hours of his time to prepare after a short call, of course he wasn't going to say no. It surprised you when he announced that he'd much rather stay at home for Halloween, knowing damn well that he was a sucker for the holiday. You didn't have time to ask him what he wanted to wear, since you were already sure that he'd say no if you offered to handle everything and force him out of his place; so an imposition was necessary.

Truth is, Scott didn't feel down. Not in a traditional sense, at the very least. But when you quite literally forced him out of his t-shirt to pull a vintage shirt on him and top it up with a lab coat, he couldn't hold back the bittersweet smile that took over his chiseled, beautiful features; the proximity making him feel all warm and fuzzy. When you rambled on about how you had to scramble everything at the last minute to pull off a Marty McFly and Doctor Brown outfit for the two of you, knowing damn well that he loved the movie, he felt nauseous with how deep his feelings laid within.

If only he could find a way to tell you.

He watched you as you took off your work shirt to change into a white check grid design short sleeve one, and pulled a denim vest on top, letting the signature red puffer vest lay on the couch for the moment before approaching him again with a grin. "The wig is a bit… Low quality, but we don't need anything more," you hummed, mostly to yourself, before pushing him by his shoulders to sit on the couch again- wig fitting materials already ready by the coffee table since you ordered him to go grab some of the stuff you missed earlier on. "Just don't move too much. Sit pretty."

"As long as you don't glue it down to my actual hair," he chuckled, watching as you shrugged nonchalantly.

"Not gonna glue much," you whispered, as if you were giving him a secret. "The lab goggles. They're gonna keep it in place- I feel like my genius is seriously under-rated…"

"It so is." he joined in, the top secret topic of the conversation hidden between your hushed, childish whispers as you giggled along, before you sat by his side and made him face you, slowly brushing his hair back. Your hold on his chin was so delicate that he could cry just by looking at you, and he probably would if that wouldn't make him seem like a complete idiot.

You made him feel things that he didn't even know he was capable of feeling.

And it wasn't anything new. Even back then, when everyone saw him as just another ex-convict, you saw a different light in him. Never discriminated against him, never said anything that could even slightly decrease the hope he had for the future. To you, he was the guy who would show up by your door with a bag of take-out that he bought with his last pocket money just so he could be sure that you weren't skipping meals. He was the guy who always knew just how to cheer you up, just how to hug you so well that all of your worries would disappear.

But then you'd hold him. Like he's this porcelain piece, afraid that he might break if you were any less gentle. You'd play with his hair and massage his scalp while telling him all about your dreams, and how he'd be there to join along. How you'd take him to Europe and then Oceania, then maybe Asia, and show him everything beautiful about this world.

You were so precious that he could feel his stomach filled to the brim with butterflies. Or moths. Big, fluffy, ugly moths that made him want to vibrate out of his body.

His bright eyes followed yours as you focused, carefully putting the short white wig on place and setting it down with the help of the goggles. He looked idiotic in an extremely endearing way that you couldn't help but coo, plopping down in between his arms a second later. "You're adorable."

"You're adorabler."

"That's not a word."

"But it's convenient," he hummed, pulling a chuckle out of you as you excitedly got back up.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Doc. Are you telling me that you built a time machine out of a DeLorean?" you quoted, rather dramatically, as he laughed along with you and reached for your red vest, so you could put it on and the two of you would get going.

"If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you're gonna see some serious shit."

You were so proud of yourself.

Firstly, for knowing Scott like the back of your hand. Second, for being the reason he was already out of that gloomy mood- singing along to whatever 2012 pop song was playing, with a bottle of beer he snatched from somebody's table and a small packet of chocolate truffles that he held between your linked arms, as you two walked around the busy streets. People were all dressed up, shiny decorations everywhere- yet through all that light, Scott's eyes shined the brightest.

And you figured that there's nothing in this world you wouldn't do to have those gorgeous green orbs shining that bright with excitement all the time, just like this.

Feet dragging you to a familiar route, you practically pulled him towards the park, filled with kids comparing their trick-or-treat victories and grown-ups trying to get some calming going. Plopping down on the cold grass with a relaxed sigh, you waited until he sat next to you with a grunt, before leaning back on your elbows. "That was fun. But please don't spray kids with water next time."

"It was mutual spraying, why are you trying to make me sound like the villain here?" he feigned innocence but you knew better, judging by the victorious grin he held on before giving the kids their water gun back. You shrugged, instead deciding to sit up again. The lightning didn't allow much through the trees but he had a mature, yet boyish type of beauty that you could appreciate even in the dark. His eyes met yours when he noticed how carefully you were staring at him, though he had to avert them- much to your dismay, as you slowly lifted your hand to trace your fingertips against the laugh lines right by the sides of his eyes.

It only took a gentle touch to get him to look at you again.

"You've got two tiny hazel dots on your right eye," you whispered, trying to hold back a smile upon his attempt of stealthily popping a truffle in his mouth. "The other one is greener, I think. I can't see well from this light but- it's pretty. Have I ever said that before?"

"You explain me to me approximately seven times a day."

"Stop being an ass," a soft snicker left both of you. "I'm trying to memorize you."

He almost gave in. Almost. "What for? You see me a lot."

"I don't see you enough." you shook your head to both sides. Was it the liquid courage or the festive season, you'd never know; but the way he was still smiling gave you all the green lights you could've asked for. "You started to grow some whites on your beard. That's also pretty." your fingers moved down to his slight stubble. "Suits you."

He didn't know what to say. He wasn't even sure if words could actually leave his mouth at that moment- so he just let you memorize him. Slowly. Centimeter by centimeter.

But he didn't expect you to just stare at his lips for a full minute, and then reach in to leave a quick peck on them. "And these- still as soft as I remember."

He let out a laugh at that. "We were drunk when that happened, though. Years ago, if I may add."

You shrugged, nonchalant. "It was the first thing I remembered the next morning though. And it was also so gross, God, you salivate a lot when you're drunk."

"You weren't complaining then," his tone was lingering on playfulness. "Can't believe I never kissed you after that to actually prove that I'm actually a better kisser."

"I have serious doubts."

"Do you?" he hummed. "You're a few inches from finding out."

Instead, you aimed for his cheek this time. Scott was content with just that, too, as he let his hand fall on top of yours on the grass, providing shelter from the cold. "Is it scary for you too?"

"Terrifying." he replied right away. "But- you know what? Doesn't matter. As long as I got you."

"Yeah. And- we can do whatever we want. We're unsupervised adults."

"We really should be supervised."

It was slow, from then on. In slow-motion, almost. Because neither of you were in a rush as you stole kisses from one another here and there, never feeling as if you had to put a name on it so quickly. You two were just… Each other's people. And meanwhile that wasn't even near being enough to carry the weight of the feelings you harbored for one another, it felt just right.

[dracossweetprincess]

relief | d.m

dracoxfem.reader

taglist || masterlist

request: yes/no

preview: draco’s at the office, and in a bad mood. his employees nightmare. y/n has a plan to help.

warnings: SMUT!, established relationship (married), mommy kink, praise kink, oral (male receiving), blowjob, handjob

draco was beyond angry right now. it seemed as if every single one of his employees was being, as he liked to say ‘so bloody stupid’. he was staring into the wall, trying to control his anger as much as possible, avoiding doing things he’d probably regret later.

suddenly the sound of heels clicking on the marble floor of the malfoy company sounded, and a sweet voice was heard. draco sighed in relief. his wife was here. his angel, who could lighten up all of his bad moods, no exceptions.

“baby? can i come in?” your voice sounded. draco got up from his chair, excited to greet his wife. “hi my love, i missed you.” he smiled lightly, pulling you into a kiss. you frowned, sensing how his shoulders were tense, how irritated and annoyed he looked.

“what’s wrong m’love?” you cupped his face, draco melting and nuzzling into your palm. “everyone’s just being an asshole today.” you smirked, leaving draco confused, but the truth was you knew exactly what would cheer him up. “why don’t you sit down and let me take care of you? hm?” you suggested, pressing kisses along the nape of his neck.

“mm, m’kay.” draco lied back on the chair, his arms behind his head as he watched you climb onto his lap, immediately starting to grind on his crotch. “fuck, darling-“ his hands fell to your waist, grinding his hips up against you, looking for more friction.

“nuh-uh. just lean back baby, let me take care of you. you need to relieve some stress.” you unbuckled his belt, opening the zipper of his trousers just enough so you’d be able to pull his semi-hard cock out. draco’s breath hitched, and he felt like he was in heaven when you tightened your fist around his length, pumping up and down.

“ugh, fuckkk! darling i want em.” you knew exactly what he was talking about, but you needed to tease your husband a little more. “what do you want pretty boy?” his eyes looked towards your boobs, trying to give you the hint without having to say it. “what is it baby?” you ran your hands through his locks.

“want your boobs, mommy.” you grinned sweetly at him, throwing your shirt over your arms and unclasping your braw, letting your boobs spring free for draco to play with. his mouth attached to your nipple, making you let out a little moan as you continued your ministrations on his cock.

you toyed with his balls, swiping your thumb on the pink head, and leaned down to take him fully in your mouth. “fuck, fuck, fuckk!” you bob your head up and down, still not being able to fit him whole in your mouth as you touch the veins on his cock with your fingers.

“mommy, ngh play with m’balls please!” you obliged, doing everything you could to relief all the bottled up stress inside your husband. draco had pent up with so much work recently, that you haven’t been intimate for almost a month.

“god, i missed this.” he pulled your hair into a pony tail, looking down and enjoying the view of your doe eyes and your mouth busy. “i missed this so much darling, feels so fucking good, so good on m’cock.” he sighed. “gonna make me cum.” you pulled him out of your mouth, now just kitten licking the tip and stroking the base, knowing it drove draco absolutely insane.

“baby, i’m gonna cum so hard. m’gonna-” ropes after ropes of cum filled your mouth, a few drops spraying over his belly button as draco steadied his breathing. “i’ve never cum that hard in my life.” he chuckled, kissing your head and you leaned down to clean him up.

you got out of his lap, letting him stand up and pull his softening cock into his boxers. you giggle as you watch your husband zip up his trousers, a grin on his face. “thank you m’love, i really needed that.” he stroked your hair and kissed your cheek, sweetly pulling you into a hug.

“i’ll make it up to you when you get home.” he whispered, kissing your earlobe and leading you to the door of the office.

let’s just say you got a call from one of his employees asking how you put mr. grumpy in such a good mood-

a/n: i hate this but here goes nothing, if you enjoyed it please reblog !! it helps so much, ty and ily <33

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[keysmashingfantasies]

An Old Fashioned Meet Cute

A/N: hi! this is my first fic here and i hope you like it. comments and constructive criticism is very much appreciated just please be nice and i tried not to describe nor reader nor the Hilda character too much apart from the fact that they are plus size so it can cater to more people (altough the Hilda character is a white woman originally, I left that out because I wanted everyone to be able to read it) :D. and a huge thank you to @divine-mistake for encouraging me to make this blog and post my fics. ily Tay <3, this one's for you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!plus size Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Bucky didn’t remember much of his life before the war. Not as much as he would like, anyway. But he was content to at least have remembered something. The memories of his teenage shenanigans with Steve always made him laugh. But there was a memory that he didn’t even know it was on his mind until that day when he accompanied Steve to the thrift shop. And until an Avengers party, where he met you.

-

“Steve, come on… Shouldn’t you be showing me the wonders of the modern world?”, he mocked. He knew Steve was doing his best, he did. But he knew that this wasn’t just a friends’ afternoon. And Bucky didn’t need a babysitter.

“I will! I just thought it would be nice to see something less overwhelming first and Sam told me a thrift store would be a nice place to start. Most of this stuff is new to us anyway”, Steve said, picking up a CD of a shelf.

“Yeah, ok”, he mumbled. The things he did for Steve. He mindlessly wandered through the little cluttered store, browsing the shelves full of knick knacks. He saw vinyls, old books, a great variety of toys, some paintings and an old fashioned vanity, with an old mirror, a few vintage perfume bottles, and… Oh.

“Steve?”, he said, picking up the old calendar that was propped up against the stained mirror. Carefully, he lifted the calendar up, looking at his friend. He had seen it before, he knew he did. He flipped through it as he waited for Steve to make his way across the store, careful to not bump in any of the tables containing delicate porcelain tea pots. His eyes scanned through the cover, a delicately painted picture of a curvy woman and with the saying “HILDA, 1940’s calendar” in bold red letters above it.

“Oh wow”, Steve let out a belly laugh. “You remember when we stole some of these? Man, we even took these to war”, he said. He started to remember. Him and Steve running, each one with a calendar in hand, flipping through the pages, Steve whining that he would never find a girl like that. He didn’t even think twice before taking it to the counter, with Steve giggling like a school girl behind him.

“For the memories, punk”, he said in a stern voice and a frown, but with pink dusted cheeks.

“Of course”, Steve said in a mocking voice.

-

“So, Tony’s throwing a party next weekend”, Steve said as he entered the training room.

“I prefer the thrift store”, Bucky mumbled, without tearing his eyes from the punching bag.

“Come on, Buck. I think it will be good for you to go”, Steve said. “It will be something small, Tony will introduce the new team assistant, so no eyes will be on you”, that got Bucky’s attention.

“Small?”, he said, pushing his hair from his face.

“Very”, Steve assured, but he had that look that Bucky knew very well from his young years; the look he would get when he was about to pick a fight. He was up to no good. But he didn’t want another trip to a dusty thrift store.

“Yeah, sure”, he mumbled.

-

You were shaking in your boots. Yeah, you knew that you would work for them, which meant that you inevitably would have to attend this kind of things. But this wasn’t like your former office jobs, no. You work for the Avengers now.

“You can do this. You have to. Do it for the paycheck”, you said, trying to reassure yourself as you shakily applied mascara. As you browsed through your wardrobe, you let out a sigh. You remembered shyly asking for advice on what to wear from Natasha, but you took it with a grain of salt. She could wear a potato sack and still look gorgeous, and you were… Well, a potato. You knew this was another test. If you couldn’t handle all eyes on you and the eventual bickering that was about to happen, you were not fit for the job. But damn, you at least expected a few weeks of taking care of documents and serving coffee before a party. In a room. With the, quoting the tabloid you read that very morning “super team that saves the world and looks hot doing it!”. You were a pretty confident person. But this… Anyone would be nervous.

“You can do this”, you told yourself one more time before heading out.

-

When you got to the party, not everyone was there. You politely greeted everyone with a nod, and gave your name to the ones you didn’t have the pleasure to meet yet.

“You, pick your poison”, Tony Stark pointed at you while walking to the bar.

“No, thank you, Mr. Stark, I won’t be drinking tonight”, you managed to say, silently thanking all the gods above (even the one that was sitting not too far from you) that you managed to hold back the quiver in your voice.

“She doesn’t want to be vulnerable around us. Smart, I like her”, said Natasha. Sometimes you wonder if she was a telepath like Wanda.

“Is there anything wrong, Y/N? I sense that you are uneasy”, asked Vision, with those glassy unblinking eyes. You wondered if he was in your mind that very moment.

“Gee, I wonder why”, said Rhodes, before taking a sip of his drink.

“I’m okay, just… A bit nervous, that’s all”, you said.

“Well, then you definitely need a drink”, said Tony, handing you a glass of champagne that no doubt cost the same as your previous paycheck.

Soon enough, the awkwardness made way to pleasant conversation. You laughed as you listened to their banter. It wasn’t like any business party you ever attended. No, it was more like a family gathering than anything.

The sounds of the elevator doors opening caught you attention as three men wide as refrigerators walked in, followed closely by a pretty young woman. Of course you knew them. You read all about them. Especially The Winter Soldier, the little devil on your shoulder taunting you by remembering you of every single time you talked to your friend about your crush on him.

“Sorry we’re late guys, Steve went to pick me up before the party and we had dinner”, said the blonde, linking her arm with Steve Rogers himself.

“Nah, Sharon, don’t cover his ass. We were late because the three of us had to wrestle Barnes into changing out of that old ass Henley”, said Sam.

Instantly, Tony and Natasha cheered and raised their glasses, making you laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, very funny”, said a gruff voice coming from the bar, making you turn your head, seeing Bucky Barnes open a beer bottle with his vibranium hand. 'How did he sneak past everyone?', your thoughts were interrupted as you took him in. You wanted to personally thank Sam, Steve and Sharon for making him wear that tight fitting black shirt.

“Well, Y/N, here’s Capsicle, Mrs. Capsicle, New Captain, and Snowflake. Guys, this is Y/N, the new assistant. Oh, and there’s Spider Boy but he’s on curfew, Strange had to hop out of the dimension and Scott but he’s… He’s somewhere out there being small, I don’t know. Watch were you step, just to be safe”, said Tony

“Hi”, you gave a shy wave, being greeted right back.

-

If it wasn’t for the serum, Bucky is absolutely sure he would have a heart attack on the spot. You were wearing red heels, a form fitting black pencil skirt and a white button up blouse and he could see your curves, your strong arms, your thighs. You looked absolutely amazing. You look like one of the girls that Bucky would’ve rushed to ask for a dance back in the day. But what really made him stare is the fact that your body type looked eerily similar to the character of the calendar he spent an embarrassing amount of time staring.

As your eyes scanned the room as you were bombarded with questions, Bucky made sure to avoid your gaze, looking everywhere but your face: his shoes, the ceiling, the armrest on the couch, Steve’s shit eating grin. Oh. So THAT’S what it was about. Little shit.

Even avoiding your gaze, he made sure to keep his ears open. A man could be interested, right?

.

By the time the party ended, Thor and Bruce were sleeping, Tony was buzzed walking around singing Iron Maiden, Natasha and Sharon were talking, Steve and Sam were giggling like two school girls, Rhodes went home and Vision and Wanda were talking and looking out the window to the New York skyline.

Which left you – and Bucky – alone.

“Uhhh. I guess I’ll start cleaning, then”, you said. Your face was on fire. The only person that you were sure didn’t like you and you were awkwardly standing, not knowing where to look and what to say. It didn’t help that you were attracted to him but damn it, you were not going to lose this opportunity because of a school girl crush. So you decided to keep yourself occupied by taking some empty glasses and bottles from the table and taking them to the kitchen.

“Oh, come on, Y/N! Let the cleaning crew deal with this in the morning!”, said Natasha.

“No, no, I don’t mind. I like to keep myself busy”, you said with a smile. Technically, it wasn’t a lie. You only hoped she couldn’t see how awkward you were.

“I’ll help”, he said, picking up some glasses and following you.

“You can pick up more of these glasses and I can start washing them”, he said. “I- I noticed you got your nails done, so…”, he said, and you shyly looked away while thanking him and making your way out of the kitchen.

.

In no time, the room was getting emptier. Vision and Wanda went home and Thor took Banner back to New Asgard. And you were almost done with the dishes, having also gotten rid of most of the empty food containers. As you both cleaned, you and Bucky got a bit more comfortable with each other.

“I’m sorry for seeming a bit standoffish earlier”, he said suddenly. “I’m not used to parties and I don’t know how new people will react to me. Especially pretty women”, you smiled at the compliment, but felt your heart ache. You were so caught up in your insecurities that you didn’t even consider his side of things.

“You don’t have to be sorry. I don’t know how you feel but by what I’ve seen and heard, you have a family here. You’re out there fighting to save the world. Trying your best. This is redemption enough, don’t you think?”, you said as you put the glasses to dry, missing the awestruck look that Bucky sent you, a goofy smile making its way into his features. “Okay, you wait here and I’ll get what’s left”.

You were back in no time. “Okay, so just more two champagne flutes and one plate left”, you said but before you could give the dishes to Bucky, you slipped, and if it wasn’t for Bucky’s reflexes, you would’ve fallen hard. You yelped as the sound of breaking glass hit your ears and for a second you two just stared at each other, before Bucky pulled you closer and back to a standing position.

“Thanks”, you said as he helped you straighten up.

“Your ankle, does it hurt?”, he said.

“Uh, no, I don’t think so”, you said.

“Ah, I think it does. And I can’t let a dame go home alone on a hurt ankle”, he said, giving you a dashing smile.

“You know what, now that you’ve said it, it hurts really bad”, you said, catching on. “You know what’s amazing for a bad ankle?”, you asked, and the gentle smile in your lips and the mischievous glint in your eyes made his heart piston inside of his chest.

"What?", he said softly, stepping closer, like you were sharing secrets.

“Ice cream and a walk on the park. Very therapeutical”, you said, making Bucky laugh.

.

Before you knew it, Bucky had already scooped you up into his arms and rushedly announced that you had slipped and fell, whisking you away into the elevator.

“Dude, that took all night”, said Sam. “This is the smooth guy you told me about?”, he said, while Steve and Sharon laughed.

While everyone got ready to go home, Scott came out of the kitchen in his Ant-Man suit eating some leftovers.

“Someone owes me 20 bucks for making her trip”.

[platonicavengers]

headcanons for being the youngest maximoff (part two)

pairings: maximoff twins x sibling!gn!reader && avengers x gn!reader

warnings: spoilers for infinity war + endgame, death, non-descriptive violence, idk

author’s note: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO COME OUT AAAAAAAA it was supposed to be up a while ago but things got in the way and im so sorry :(

tags: @madamevirgo​  @euphoniumpets​

headcanons under the cut !

so

after steve broke everyone out of the raft you were all on the run for a while

vision and natasha joined you all at some point, and scott and clint returned home to their families

after a while wanda and vision decided to stay in scotland, leaving you with sam, nat, and steve

you were not a huge fan of the idea of leaving her behind

you had already lost your parents and pietro and even though she wasn’t dead you still wouldn’t be able to see her

but you knew why she did what she did

fast forward a little bit

you find out that tony went missing

and then that wanda and vision are being attacked

so u all fly to scotland to help them

*insert u being a badass and beating the shit out of an alien*

finally reuniting w your sister

there were tears

when you arrived back at the compound it was like a breath of fresh air after so long

it’s a shame you weren’t there under better circumstances

immediately getting upset when you saw the hologram of ross

that motherfucker

anyways

going to wakanda was an.... interesting experience

you wanted to enjoy it 

but considering why you were there,,,,,,

it was kinda hard to enjoy it lol

wanda ofc stayed up in the lab with vision and shuri

she wanted you to stay up there as well so she could keep an eye on you

she was very hesitant to let you go into the front lines of the battle

even though you were an adult now you were still her little sibling and she was worried for you

you assured her that you would be fine though

fine might be pushing it but

let’s be realistic here

you kicked some alien ass down there

taking out enemy after enemy with no hesitation

pretty impressive tbh. ur fucking awesome

ily

anyways

eventually wanda came down to join the battle

the two of you fought alongside each other

badass sibling duo ugh yes

but then

you had to go against thanos himself

ugly ass mf

you tried to use your magic to remove his gauntlet

you were unsuccessful

he kinda tossed you to the side like a rag doll

which hurt like a bitch

when he snapped you had no idea what tf to do

i mean you had just lost, what were you supposed to do?

you were in the middle of crawling over to wanda, wanting to try to comfort her over the loss of vision

but then she just kinda, disintegrated?

you were in shock for a minute

but then it hit you

“no, no, no, no, no...”

you started sobbing

now you had officially lost your whole family

after a little bit you made your way over to what was left of the team

you all kinda stood in silence for a little while, just processing everything that had happened

eventually you all returned to the quinjet and flew back home

for the first two-ish weeks after the snap you just locked yourself in your room and refused to leave

though eventually you did leave your room again, though very reluctantly

after three weeks had passed by carol, who you were quite fascinated by, returned to the compound carrying a spaceship with her

turns out tony was on said ship

you were glad to see him after so long

and now we jump to going to space to beat thanos’ ass (a g a i n)

you had never been to space before so it was quite a new experience

shame it was under such poor circumstances

when you arrived at thanos’ residence you were out for blood

he took your last remaining family and you were not in the mood to let him get away with it

and then you found out the stones were gone

and everything he had done couldn’t or so you thought be reversed

you were already ready to kill thanos before, but especially now that that was revealed

sadly though, thor took the responsibility of killing the titan himself

*5 years later*

you were 23 now

a whole ass adult

you still lived at the compound with natasha, not exactly having anywhere else to go

not like you would’ve left anyways but

nat had become your sort of support system over the last few years

after all, at this point you really only had each other

all of the rest of the remaining team went their separate ways, none of which deciding to stay with the two of you

one day though steve comes by

you were glad to see him, you had missed him a lot since he left

the three of you had a not-so-positive conversation and then out of nowhere scott appears at the front gate

he tells you his insane idea of using the quantum realm to time travel back to before thanos

you were very wary

you didn’t exactly have a lot of knowledge on the quantum realm but you could still tell that it seemed risky

the four of you went to tony’s house to try to convince him

he almost immediately said no

yikes

you all tried to convince him but to no avail

so you went to bruce hulk instead

bruce?? hulk?? who tf is he tbh

but anywho

when you saw him you were kinda like ????????

but chose to ignore it

you got him to agree to the time travel thing

and it was ?somewhat? successful

somewhat is pushing it tbh

scott became a baby which wasn’t great

but then tony showed up and fixed it like the genius he is

you helped recruit all the remaining avengers to help w the whole time travel thing

you were going to go back in time and get the stones before thanos could

you went with clint and natasha to vormir

you thought it made the most sense for you to sacrifice yourself

after all you weren’t even positive this whole thing with the stones would work, and you couldn’t risk continuing to live a life without wanda and the rest of the team

they stopped you before you could jump though

when natasha dropped you swore your heart stopped beating

she had been all you had for the past 5 years and then she was just gone

you ended up getting the soul stone but at what cost

you and clint returned to the compound and there was a small ‘memorial’ (for lack of a better word) for natasha

after that tony put all of the stones together into a makeshift gauntlet

after a little bit of deliberation it was decided that bruce would be the one to snap his fingers

bruce, hulk, whatever tf

brulk

LMFAO

sorry back to the headcanons LOL

he snapped

immediately everything felt different

you went out to look out a window, seeing a few butterflies fluttering around that you knew weren’t there before

a smile immediately took over ur face

“hey guys, i think it worked!” - you

you were about to turn around and walk back to everyone else

but then

you saw a large ship in the distance

and something began flying toward the compound

and then everything went dark

when you woke up again you were buried under a bunch of rubble

which bruce picked up off of you

you ran out to where thor, tony, and steve were

you saw thanos and froze

they were engaged in a battle and you tried to keep your distance in order to collect yourself for a moment

which proved to be futile because you were dragged into the fight not long after

you kinda got your ass handed to you

it wasn’t pretty

you were lying on the ground when all of a sudden you saw orange light surrounding you

you looked up to see portals opening, all your allies who you had thought to be dead stepping out

you saw wanda and you stopped breathing for a moment

you got up as quick as you could

which proved to be difficult due to ur injuries and overall extreme fatigue

you launched yourself at her, bringing her into the tightest hug you could muster

the two of you held onto each other for a moment before you had to return to fighting

maximoff sibling teamup part 2???? yeah most definitely 

fast forward to after thanos and his bitch ass army lost (im sorry i just really dont have the energy to write all that rn)

and to after tony’s funeral 

you and wanda had a l o t of catching up to do

like

5 years worth LOL

u had to comfort her over vision’s death a lot

considering that to her, that was still only a couple days ago

and a lot of the time when you two talked the mood was kinda depressing, all things considered

but you still tried to keep it lighthearted

for example

your absolute favorite thing in the world was the fact that you were now older than her due to the snap, 3 years older to be exact

you held it over her all the time, constantly making fun of her for it

all in good fun of course

something wanda really loved was when you would tell her stories from when she was in the soul world (only happy ones ofc)

though it made her sad that you had to go so long without her, and she missed out on so much

she wanted to know what she had missed

all in all

you two were incredibly close, the snap and its aftermath only further confirming that

sibling goals tbh

a/n #2: aaaaaa im sorry to end it on that note (i didnt know how to end it im sorry asf) but yeah </3 and once again, so sorry this took me so long to post, ive been super busy with school && life in general so i just havent gotten around to it :( butttttttttttt if u guys want i could try to continue this series of headcanons for wandavision?? i’d wait until friday ofc for the final episode and id spoiler tag it and everything but i could try my best? might be kinda difficult but i think it could be fun so if anyone wants that then lmk!! :)

[quokkacore]

son of wolves III [park chanyeol and byun baekhyun]

summary: your entire life, you've fought bravely to defend the walls of your home from the evil forest spirits of the spearwood trying to destroy it, alongside your family, friends, and your betrothed, baekhyun. until you're infected by the evil that resides in one of these spirits, and you run away from home, before it can spread to those around you. it's in your exile, wandering through the spearwood that you meet the wolf prince, a tall man of hardened eyes, few words, and a fiery temperament, raised by these spirits you've so grown to resent. it's here that you begin to question everything you've ever known, and wonder whether the evil was out here, in the forest, or inside the walls of a place you once called home.

pairings: hunter!baekhyun x reader, wolfprince!chanyeol x reader

genre: reverse princessmononoke!au, ANGST, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers, fantasy epic, war au, wolf!au

warnings for this chapter: love bombing, emotional manipulation, non-sexual nudity, themes of infidelity?, mentioned child abandonment, gaslighting, guilt tripping, language, chanyeol is not in this chapter :(, baekhyun is an asshole and has huge mommy issues, reader makes No Good Decisions, mentions of gun violence, baekhyun is a bit forceful with reader at one point, threat of physical abuse(?), emotional abuse, blackmail, reader is drugged, possible non-con? (reader is drugged and baekhyun gives her a kiss on the lips)

song recs: fool of me - say lou lou & chet faker // blinding - florence + the machine // all my pride - black honey // king and queen - exo-cbx // power is power - sza, the weeknd & travis scott

word count: 5.8k

a/n: i’m sorry. i just had to!!! this isn’t the final chapter, i had a last minute idea of giving you guys ONE LAST CLIFFHANGER kjdkfjdk please don’t hate me!! thx to my irl best friend for all of the feedback (if ur reading this hi queen ily) and to @riajae​ for all of the help <3

disclaimer: i do not condone baekhyun’s actions in this chapter and i don’t believe that the real baekhyun would act like this in real life.

story masterlist // main masterlist

chapter three: the return

When you awoke, it felt as if you had never known peace in your life. Because your thoughts were jumbled when they should have been slow and sluggish as you were roused from your sleep. Despite the warmth of the quilts, you felt numb, as if you were still stuck in the cold. 

Your eyelashes fluttered, body stretching across the bed. You’d never felt more out of place in this bed. 

What you should have done was sighed in satisfaction at the bunches of quilts keeping your toes warm. You should have sunk further into the mattress, and buried your nose into Baekhyun’s pillow and taken in his scent after being deprived of it for so long. But as you recalled what had happened, you felt yourself sinking, but not because you were finally in your bed after so long.

Immediately, you understood where you were, what had happened and what had led you here. To a degree, you had an odd sense of coherency you weren't sure a person who had almost died of hypothermia could have. 

You could hear the murmuring behind the door. The sound of Baekhyun's voice mingling with Yixing's coasted through your ears, but you were only able to catch bits and pieces. Your thoughts were too jumbled to latch onto the conversation. 

"When you… was she...?"

"Delirious… didn't understand… anything she said."

"I need to… anything else?"

"No, I think… let you know."

You sat up slowly, when you heard the front door close. Your eyes squeezed shut, and you let out a quiet whine as you stretched your arms.

Your eyes fluttered open, head immediately craning to the pristine, white gauze wrapped around your arm. The bandages made their way around your fingertips, and all the way to your shoulder now. Aside from that, someone had changed your clothes, and now you were wearing clean clothes, at last.

You swallowed harshly, clenching your jaw. As you sat up, the sound of the front door closing made its way to your ears. Then, came the sounds of feet padding across the floor. You tried to move your legs, to stand. They wouldn’t budge, slightly weak. 

The bedroom door opened quietly, as if whoever was trying to open it didn’t want to disturb you. However, once the familiar pair of brown eyes settled on your sitting form, it swung open.

“Y/N,” Baekhyun sighed in relief, striding towards you. You tried to stand, needing to feel his embrace. “Baekhyun—”

Your knees buckled, but he caught you just in time. His hands grasped your waist, and you gasped, bracing to hit the floor facefirst. But you didn’t, instead coming face to face with the man you had so longed for for so long. His face was inches away from yours, his breath slightly ragged. Baekhyun’s eyes seemed to be painted in disbelief, and your heart twisted at the thought—that he seemed to be shocked that you were here, in your home.

The next thing you knew, his lips were on yours, bruising, desperate. He hummed softly against your lips, out of relief, out of exhilaration, out of heartbreak. Your shoulders slumped, and you almost sagged against him before wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. He lowered you back onto the bed gently, lips not leaving yours. Carefully, his body hovered over yours, cautious to not pin you down or press his weight down on you. 

His hands came up to cradle your face, before gently pulling away. “You idiot,” He huffed lovingly, pressing kisses all over your face, “Do you have any idea how worried I was—”

“Baek—”

He cut you off with another soft kiss before pressing more kisses to your face, “Thought I would never see you again, love…”

“How did you find me?” You murmured, finally gripping his chin and pulling his lips away from your forehead. You met his eyes, which were full of mirth. He caught his breath before finally speaking. 

“Ivan marched right up to the gate a few days ago. We did our best to track his prints in the snow, and branched out when the snow covered them completely. You walked right into our search party the next morning.”

“Wait, how long was I out?” You asked, pushing a stray strand of hair out of his face. His lips turned downwards, eyes turning serious. 

“Y/N, you were out for about two days. We only got back here late last night. You were asleep that entire time. We were all scared we wouldn’t be able to keep you alive long enough before we could come back here, but we managed it, somehow.”

Eyes not straying away from his, you let out a shaky breath. “Baek, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“That doesn’t matter now,” He shushed, quickly rolling off of you. He gathered you in his arms, lifting you like a man would his new wife. “What matters now is that you’re home, and you’re safe, and we’re back together again.”

You nodded, stomach heavy with guilt. Your small smile didn’t seem very convincing, even though you hoped it was. 

Baekhyun led you to the washroom, setting you on the wooden chair, before telling you he’d be right back. He was gone for about fifteen minutes.  

During that time, you crossed your hands in your lap, twiddling your fingers as you sat in silence. Quietly mulling over everything you’d been through for the past few weeks, you leaned back in the chair as emotional exhaustion overtook you.

The curse. The isolation you’d subjected yourself to willingly, at your naivete, the pride that you could negotiate with a god. The cold, the hunger, the loneliness… Chanyeol. Everything he’d said to you, the sensation of his skin on yours... his revelations from that night. Your natural distrust of his words. The uneasiness at the idea that they might be true.

Even if you’d been asleep for just about two days—the sensation of being tired seemed to have seeped into your bones, permeating the air worse than any hate curse ever could. It seemed to wrap itself around your neck, choking you until tears began to fall down your cheeks.

Baekhyun returned some fifteen minutes later, carefully carrying two buckets: one of boiling hot water, the other of cold water. He filled the small basin with both, testing the water with his hand to make sure it wasn’t too hot or cold. 

When he finally turned, he seemed to realize that you were crying. “Oh, my darling,” He said, kneeling in front of your chair, “Come here.”

As if it was second nature, your face buried itself in Baekhyun’s chest, his damp hand coming up to rub up and down your back, the other petting your hair. “I’m sorry,” You sobbed brokenly, hands gripping the white linen of his shirt, “Baek, I’m so sorry. I was wrong, s-so wrong…” 

Baekhyun pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head. “Maybe you shouldn’t have,” He murmured against your hair, causing a pang of guilt to rack through your chest. “But you’re alive, okay? As long as you’re alive, everything else doesn’t matter. Come on, love, we need to get you cleaned up.”

He pulled away from you, wiping away the tears streaking down your cheeks. His eyes were glassy, and that made it even worse. Your body shook with every cry, vision blurring and lips trembling. 

His voice was gentle. “Don’t cry, Y/N… you’ll make me cry, and then you’ll cry even harder, and then I’ll cry even harder…”

A soft laugh made its way past your lips between your blubbering, and Baekhyun mirrored your laugh. “There’s my girl,” He said lovingly, “Come here. Can I take your clothes off?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice. Wordlessly, he began to undress you. You lifted your arms when he pulled off your shirt, and wiggled your hips when he pulled down your pants. His actions were gentle, tender, intimate, and the familiar hands tending to your body, lifting you up again and placing you into the bath, calmed you substantially. Automatically, you brought your knees up to your chest when he stood up, getting ready to wash you. 

“Can you get in with me?” You asked quietly, voice scratchy and weak. You pouted up at him, eyes still teary, and he put his hands on his hips. He nodded, smiling sympathetically.

“With that look in your eyes, you make it hard to say no."

Quickly, he shed his clothes, setting them onto the chair next to yours, before motioning you to scoot forward. He sat down behind you, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. You craned your head back to lock eyes with him.

“You keep kissing me,” You murmured.

“Well, I wasn’t able to kiss you for three weeks,” He replied, pressing another kiss to your shoulder, eyes not leaving yours, “I need to make up for lost time.”

“Yeah, well I haven’t been able to bathe in three weeks. If there’s anyone who needs to make up for lost time, it’s me.”

He chuckled at your quip, cupping water with his hands to let it run down your skin. Picking up the soap, he got to work helping you wash. Running the bar down your arms, on your back and around your chest, touch never too heavy.

A few seconds after he started, you opted to speak. With a heavy sigh, you told him just about everything. The first week alone, Chanyeol attacking you, your meeting with the gods. 

“So he is still out there,” Baekhyun muttered when you described Emyr, “Who would have thought.”

You left out certain things, nervously swallowing the urge to question your loyalties. The story about removing the bullet from Sehun was left out.

So was what happened at the hot springs. You remained silent as he washed your hair, which was greasy and matted from weeks of not being cared for properly. You sighed in quiet satisfaction, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of his hands massaging your scalp. When he was finished, he spoke again. 

"So they just made you follow them around all night?" His voice was quiet, tone unreadable. “Love, I don’t think they ever intended on healing you. It sounds like they were stringing you along.”

You nodded, unsure of what to say. In another life, you would have believed him. 

“Baek?”

“Hmm?” His hand grabbed yours gently, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. 

"Would it be so crazy if I thought they weren't?"

He hummed pensively, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. He remained silent for a long time, and you tried to keep your breath steady. "I wouldn't say… crazy. Maybe a bit too optimistic. It's not… we've been enemies for how long now? Not crazy. Maybe a bit naive. Which I wouldn’t really expect from you, but...”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You murmured quietly, turning your head. Your teary eyes met his unreadable ones. He pursed his lips, shaking his head. “I’m not trying to be mean, love. It just… You have to understand that I told you not to go, and you went anyway. I lost my mind when I woke up that morning. And I’m still… I don’t know. Never mind.” He shook his head, frowning. 

“Baekhyun…” You sounded defeated, turning your torso further back to get a better look at him. 

“Y/N, I just want what’s best for you,” He answered earnestly, straightening the chain of your necklace, “I was worried. I’m sorry if I’m taking that out on you now.”

Looking down, focusing on a mole on his bare chest to avoid his downtrodden gaze, you shook your head. “It’s alright,” You whispered, “You have every right to be angry at me.”

He didn’t rebuke you, shame bubbling in your chest when he pressed a kiss to your forehead instead. “Let’s get you into some new clothes. The Council wanted to see me after this, I’ll bring you along too.”

Wordlessly, you obeyed. He dried and dressed you, hands tracing over your body as if you were gentle porcelain as he draped clean, warm fabric across your skin. When he finished getting himself dressed he walked back over to you and kissed you again. While a few weeks ago you would have killed just to have one of these kisses, now it has simply left you hollow.

You weren’t sure if it was because of the guilt gnawing at your insides or because every time his lips met yours, all you could think of was Chanyeol’s; his skin on yours, the piercing blue of the water, everything that could have been but ultimately wasn’t—because you were both too cowardly to face the truth.

“You ready to go?” His hands made his way to your cheeks, gazing at you tentatively, warmly. Like he was scared that at any moment, you’d break away and run off even if he begged you not to. 

And you nodded, too exhausted to argue, even though all you wanted was to curl up in bed and ask him to hold you while you cry. Maybe if he held you for long enough, these feelings would go away and you would forget about everything that happened to you in that forest. But you didn’t, and he didn’t ask you if you wanted to stay. 

So you took his hand, and he helped you out the door. 

To say the Council was furious was an understatement. You thought you’d be given a reprieve when your father rushed to you and crushed you in a hug. He didn’t say anything, but when he pulled away, his eyes were glassy. 

But that seemed to be the extent of their mercy. You were berated for a good fifteen minutes, going on about how your escape was an insult to the military prowess, about how you had disobeyed a direct order, that if it were anyone else, they would have been tried for treason and abandonment. 

You let them go on, not finding the energy within you to protest. You were already feeling as low as you thought possible, and doubted they could make you feel even worse.

Oh, how wrong you were. 

“You say you met the old gods?”

You sighed, nodding. “I was forced to work for Selyne’s sons when I did find them.”

“What of the wolf rider?” One of the men asked, “Does he speak? What did you find out about him.”

Clenching your jaw, you decided to test the waters. “He told me his name and the names of his brothers. His name is Chanyeol.”

“He can communicate with the wolves?” An elderly woman asked, and you nodded tentatively. You needed to be very careful with your next words. If you revealed you could communicate with them also, you were done for. You would be tried for treason for sure. Maybe even witchcraft. 

But you couldn’t shake the idea that you were wrong. Not because of everything you’d been through, but because of what you’d told Baekhyun. That you were wrong to go out there. With every word spoken, you felt a growing sense of unease, an urge to protect the wolves, the Spearwood, and everything it stood for.

“From what I saw and heard, yes. But it’s… strange. He spoke out loud to them, and I couldn’t hear their responses. I asked him how. He said it was because he’s connected to the she-wolf, and as a result, to the other creatures of the forest as well.”  

They asked if he was from here or from somewhere else. You knew it didn’t matter. At the end of the day, they saw him as human, so it didn’t matter. He would be considered a traitor regardless. 

“He told me he was born in the forest. That’s all I know.”

There was a pause in the conversation, only perking up when Jongdae spoke up. “He said he’s connected to Selyne,” He pointed out, “What would happen if she were to die?”

Suddenly, the air in the room changed, and your stomach dropped. 

“He would have to lose his connection to the forest.” Minseok seemed to catch on to what Jongdae was saying. “On top of that, we get rid of one of their leaders. It would be a huge dent in their morale and strategy. That could give us the upper hand.”

Your father nodded. “Y/N, you know the forest better than any of us now. If you worked with the wolves, you must have seen their den.”

“I was with the pr—her sons. She lived in another den… I didn’t see it.” 

“Still, you’re our upper hand,” Baekhyun said, looking slightly hopeful. It made your stomach churn. “If you were able to survive for so long on your own, we could plan a military campaign and invade. We’re stronger in numbers.” 

  The chatter started up again, discussing possible strategies, and it became too much. You felt a ripple in your arm, but you managed to hold it back. 

“No.” 

The chatter died down as quickly as it had started, and everyone turned to look at you. Your heart began to pound in your chest, your palms turning clammy. “They… they said once they’d be willing to negotiate a truce. They’re just as scared as we are, as tired of the war as we are, and they just want peace—”

"We have an opportunity to get rid of them once and for all, so we can finally expand our home and reap the benefits of having the forest for ourselves," A man told you, "You wish for us to let it slip through our fingers?"

Swallowing, you shook your head. This wasn’t what you wanted to happen. "I don't think it's wise for us to simply invade, when both sides want the same thing—"

“Hold on, so they want peace but then they decided to ambush us one day?” Baekhyun said, sounding a bit louder. You didn’t like the accusatory tone in his voice.

“They wouldn’t have ambushed us if you hadn’t shot Sehun!”

Baekhyun’s head shot back, eyes widening. He was silent for a moment, eyes darting back and forth before he could speak again. But your father beat you to it.

“Y/N, who is Sehun?”

“The wolf that bit me that day,” You admitted. “He got shot. The wound got infected, and that’s what he spread to me. I pulled out the bullet myself—they forced me to.” 

Your head turned to Baekhyun, who had interlocked his fingers and whose eyes were dark and unreadable. “Chanyeol said that you were the target that day, because you were the one that shot him.”

“So you’re just going to take that—that creature’s word over mine?” Baekhyun’s voice was low, bordering on angry, “Really, Y/N?”

“I’m not saying that I believe him, I’m just saying that if one of us hadn’t—”

“It sure sounds like you do,” Jongdae snapped.

“—Provoked them, we wouldn’t be—”

“Enough!”

Your father’s voice rang through the room, and suddenly, you could hear a pin drop. The look on everyone’s faces gave it away. You had just made a fatal mistake.

“We’ll take a recess,” Your father said, glaring at you, “Baekhyun, take Y/N back to the house. Keep her there and when you return we’ll resume discussing strategies. Clearly, three weeks of wandering through the cold have made her unwell.”

“What?” You cried, incredulous. Baekhyun stood, walking towards you, cautiously gripping your arm. "Come on, love, let's go."

"No!" You tugged your arm out of his grip, "You can't do this, it's not safe and it's not smart—"

“Clearly, she’s gone mad from the cold and the isolation! How can we believe anything she says?” The old woman from before you was scowling at you, “Get her out of this room. Immediately.”

 “How dare you,” You fired back, “After everything I’ve done for this Council you would just—”

But Baekhyun was pulling you away anyway, and within a matter of minutes, you were back inside the walls of what was once your home. Baekhyun didn’t let go as he tugged you over the threshold, leading you towards the bedroom. 

“Baekhyun, let me go,” You demanded, still trying to pull away, “Byun Baekhyun, let me go! You’re not listening to me—”

“Why should I listen to you?” He snapped as he shoved you into the bedroom, pushing you to sit on the bed. 

“Because I know what happened to me in there! I’m not crazy! I’m—”

“We will discuss this when I come back from the meeting. My word is final.”

He looked furious, which completely caught you off guard. He seemed to be sneering at you when he slammed the door, shaking his head.

Then, you heard a soft click, and your blood ran cold. You shot up, darting towards the door, jiggling the knob.

He had locked you inside. You banged on the door. “Baek! Baekhyun, let me out! Let me out, please, Baek.” 

You heard the front door slam, and the next thing you knew, you had collapsed to the floor, sobbing, clutching the knob like a lifeline. 

  How long you stayed like that was a mystery. Eventually, your tears dried up, and your wailing quieted. What you were left with were a hollow interior, a growling stomach and a pounding head. You craned your neck to look at the bedroom, which was slowly getting darker as the afternoon stretched into the evening. 

Your eyes landed on a chair you hadn’t previously noticed in the morning. Draped over it were the clothes you had worn for the past few weeks, undoubtedly dirty. Making your way over to the chair, you picked up the shirt. When you lifted it you crinkled your nose, the smell of dried sweat and blood making its way to your nostrils. Had you really smelled like this the entire time?

Shoving the thought to the back of your mind, you looked in the pockets of the shirt until you found it: a small opal dangling from a chain of gold. 

You weren’t sure what to tell Baekhyun. Hell, you weren’t sure if you should tell him at all. He’d always been quite sensitive when it came to his mother. 

And to tell him now, with the way he was acting… 

You stared at the small stone, silently cursing Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s father. If you hadn’t been such a dick, I wouldn’t be in this situation.

Thinking over everything that was said in the Council meeting was painful. It didn’t help the pounding in your head. How you’d been called mad, and you’d been effectively silenced by the people who would easily listen to you in the past. 

You considered what they might be discussing right now. Because you knew they wanted the forest for themselves, to strip it barren and use it to build an empire. Your hands tightened around the necklace when you realized it.

This war wasn’t being fueled by fear. Not on this side, at least. It was greed, pure human greed, and it wouldn’t stop unless a major change happened. 

You didn’t hear the front door open, but you heard the padding of feet headed towards the bedroom door. You shot up, shoving the necklace into your pocket as the lock clicked, and then the door swung open.

Baekhyun’s eyes fell on you, standing right across from you. There was an odd mix of contempt and satisfaction in his eyes. You’re not an idiot. You knew which one of those emotions was reserved for you.

“I brought you some food,” He murmured, “I figured you might be hungry.”

Nodding, you sheepishly put your hands in your pockets, and trudged over to him. Baekhyun led you to the small dinner table, where he’d set down two bowls of soup, which he must have bought from Mrs Yang’s tavern. He was silent the entire time, watching you as you scarfed down the soup. The taste was as rich as ever, but this time there was a new kick to it. You also ate the bread roll you’d picked up from the basket in the middle of the table. The meal was warm and hearty and while it filled your stomach, the void in your chest was still there.

“We’re leaving early tomorrow, before dawn,” Baekhyun said finally, “We plan to go as far in as we can.” 

Your heart just about stopped, the stones on your chest and in your pocket weighing you down, stopping you from shooting straight up. “Why?” You croaked, eyes filling with tears.

Baekhyun sighed and scowled at you, pushing away his half empty bowl. “You were wrong.”

“What?”

“Today,” He clarified, “You said that the old gods were just as scared and tired as we are. You’re wrong. We’re not afraid of them. We haven’t been for years.”

Your hand grabbed his. “Baekhyun, you can’t,” You pleaded, “Please. Listen to me. There’s no need for all of this, this violence. It can end tomorrow if you’re just willing to negotiate with them.”

“We don’t want to negotiate.” He spat out the last word as if it was offensive. His hand pulled away from yours. “That forest is ours for the taking and we’re not about to let it slip through our hands.” 

He stood, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “We’re expanding our home. This is for the greater good, Y/N. Can’t you see? A future for us—”

“I’m going to die soon.” Your voice was trembling now. You couldn’t blame yourself. “There is no greater good for me, no greater good for us. For how long would it last, anyway? If the forest is gone, how do we hunt? It’s provided for us for generations, and all we do is take and take and take and we never give it anything in return—”

“Why the hell would I want to give anything to that forest?” He yelled, slamming his hands down on the table with a loud bang, causing you to flinch. “Over the years, they’ve killed hundreds of us—”

“And we’ve killed thousands of them!” You had stood now, chest heaving. “I know it’s hard for you to think there’s good in there, but there is, Baek. It’s calm and quiet and peaceful and that’s all—they—want. To keep it that way.”

He shook his head. “There’s never been good in that forest. Not since we left. It’s evil, and it corrupts anyone who stays there for too long. I-it corrupted that rider—Chanyeol or whatever his name is—and now, I’m starting to think it’s corrupted you too.”

“That rider will die if you don’t convince the council to stand down.” Your hands were trembling, but somehow, you mustered up the strength—the courage really—to throw the necklace down onto the table, just as Baekhyun was asking why he should care so much about Chanyeol.

At first, he didn’t understand. He probably thought it was his necklace, the one he’d given to you. His eyebrows furrowed, his lips turned downward, and then he looked up to see your face. Only when he meant to look back down at Chanyeol’s necklace and began to lower his gaze, did he realize that there was more than one opal necklace.

His expression turned uncertain, blinking a few times in disbelief. “Where… where did you get this?” He asked, breathless. Your voice wavered, uncertain of what would come next.

“Chanyeol gave it to me,” You said, staring at the necklace, “He said… He said it belonged to the woman who gave birth to him. His… his mother.”

Baekhyun looked back up at you, mouth gaping. “That can’t be possible,” He murmured, shaking his head. You shrugged. “I didn’t believe him either, Baek. Not at first. But… I don’t know.”

“What exactly did he tell you?” He murmured, gritting his teeth. “I need to know.”

So you did. You told Baekhyun the same story Chanyeol had told you, the same story Selyne had told him as a child. Of a young woman who died of frostbite after running away from her husband, who gave birth to a baby boy with wide brown eyes and big ears, who begged a wolf goddess to raise the baby as one of her own. 

The entire time, your gaze remained trained on him. His eyes turned glassy but his tears didn’t fall, and you felt your chest ache when you finished, and he took a shaky breath. 

“So that’s where she went,” He whispered, “I had always thought…”

You shook your head. “I’m sorry, Baekhyun. I wish I could have told you under better circumstances.”

Hands trembling, he picked up the necklace, and traced over the stone with a delicate finger. You saw a tear fall, but just as you were about to comfort him, something in him shifted. His breathing became heavier, his top lip twitched, before twisting into an angry sneer. His fist closed around the necklace, right before he threw it across the room. You heard it hit the wall, but you didn’t see where it went.

“No.” His teary eyes met yours, and you knew that something had taken over inside of him; some deep rooted pain he had locked away for years upon years. “I’m not helping him. Not after what he took from me.”

“Baekhyun—”

“Why do you seem to care so much about him, Y/N? Huh?” He leaned forward, voice dangerously quiet. “Did something… happen while you were out there? Is that what this is?”

“Nothing happened,” You growled, tight lipped.

He scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

Baekhyun walked towards you, once again gripping your wrist, this time even tighter. He tugged you towards the bedroom, you protesting every step of the way. Where you found the energy, you didn’t know. Because you were so tired.

“You’re hurting me,” You told him, but he didn’t let go. “Baekhyun, please! If you could j-just hear me out, o-or let me out so I can talk to the people in town—”

 “What, you think they’ll believe you?” He snarled, slamming the bedroom door shut and finally letting you go. He stepped forward, but you refused to concede. “Doll, you just spent three weeks wandering around in the wilderness because you didn’t want to die. At first, everyone felt bad, you know? Poor little Y/N, all alone in the woods because she wants to live a full life.” 

He stepped forward again, this time grabbing your face. This time, his grip wasn’t painful, wasn’t even tight. You didn’t pull away as his eyes filled with mock sadness, lips twisting into an exaggerated pout. “But then they watched as I, your poor, poor fiance, walked in and out of that forest for three weeks trying to save you. Because I thought I could,” He let out an empty, humorless laugh, “I thought I could still bring you back and take care of you until you died. Maybe have a less elaborate wedding, but a wedding nonetheless. They watched me do that and then they realized that maybe, just maybe, you were being a selfish little brat and only thinking about yourself. So tell me, my love, who are they going to be more inclined to believe, huh?”

Yanking yourself out of his grip, you stared at him in disbelief, but he didn’t stop. He seemed to be caught in his own little reverie, monologuing as if he were the one who had supposedly gone mad. “We were supposed to get married and lead these people to greatness. It was our destiny. But now you’ve gone and ruined everything.”

“This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t shot the damn wolf,” You hissed. His eyes flashed, and he shook his head. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “No. I suppose it wouldn’t… but I guess it’s better this way.”

He put his hands on your shoulders, and you jumped. “How?” Your voice was barely audible. 

“If you hadn’t gotten bitten, we wouldn’t be here. But that means I never would have found out that you were so… susceptible to the forest. We shouldn’t have such a weak leader running around. Wouldn’t want that, would we? But we are here, and now I know. So here’s what’s going to happen.”

His hands pushed down on your shoulders, forcing you onto the bed. You glared up at him as he put his hands on his hips. “I’m going to leave with the other soldiers in a few hours, and I’m gonna kill myself a she-wolf and her little bastards. You’re going to stay right here.” His condescending tone wasn’t missed, even as he got more sentimental.

“I’m going to come back, and we’ll get married, and we’re gonna be happy until you die. And when you do, since I, as your widower, will have married into your family line, I’m going to lead my people to destroy that forest once and for all. How’s that for a plan?”

 You couldn’t answer. You didn’t want to play the hero and say that he would never win. Because the truth was, he very much could. The gods and their followers didn’t understand the guns or how to treat bullet wounds. Even worse, Baekhyun had a sort of magnetism that drew people to him, that made them hang on to every single word he said.

You had no more cards to play. Every single one you had tried had backfired, horribly. 

Pursing your lips, you sighed. “...Fine. I’ll stay.” 

You refused to concede. It wouldn’t end this way. But right now, you were too tired to fight back, and your muscles seemed to be getting heavier and heavier by the second. 

“That’s my girl,” Baekhyun murmured, gaze beginning to warm. “Get to bed, love. I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

You nodded, holding back a yawn. You tried to kick off your shoes, but quickly realized your movements were sluggish. All at once, despite the slowness of your body, your mind snapped to the conclusion. 

The soup tasted differently. You were tired. Your movements were slowing down. Baekhyun had spiked the soup.

“Baek,” You slurred, “What did you do?”

“What was necessary, love.” It sounded so twisted, the way his voice was so warm. “I needed to make sure you wouldn’t fight back.”

But maybe this was how Baekhyun had loved you all along, and you had never realized; in his own sick, twisted way. Maybe he had never loved you at all, maybe he just wanted to own you. The realization came as he removed your shoes for you, before guiding you under the covers. Your fists weakly came up to hit at his chest as he did, but they did no damage.

“You’re vile,” You whispered. You heard Baekhyun chuckle. “Maybe I am.”

He tucked you in with a kiss on your forehead, one you barely felt. You were already beginning to slip away. “Yixing will be here in the morning to check on you. You’re still recovering, you know.”

You couldn’t respond, too groggy to do so. But you were aware enough to hear his final words, whispered into your ear before he pressed one final kiss to your lips.

“If you try anything, I’ll fucking kill him,” He said, voice saccharine sweet, “Family or not. He stole something from me once.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, but not before you heard him open the door. 

“I’m not going to let him do it again."

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Breathe in, breathe out (Sterek)

(posted on AO3 under the pseud aconitum)

Summary:  Stiles hates being cold. It brings back bad memories.

Word count: 3,682

Warnings: nogitsune trauma, panic attacks, (but it’s a hurt/comfort fic so things end relatively well!!)

A/N: my very first Sterek fic that I posted on AO3 in October! Gifted to the lovely @sparkandwolf who was a huge help and encouraged me when I was panicking about writing these new characters! ily Em 💙

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Stiles curses Scott as he makes his way through the front door. The apartment is dark which means Derek must still be at work. Stiles is kind of glad about it because he’s sure he’s a laughable sight in his soaking wet clothes. He closes the door behind himself and doesn’t even bother to hang up his coat - it would only result in a puddle on the floor - and only takes his shoes and socks off before he heads to the bathroom.

Not only is he soaking, but he also stinks, and he can’t stop shivering.

It was supposed to be an easy case. Just a lone Kappa, Scott had said. They could take out a river monster with just the two of them, he had said. And Stiles has to admit that he had been right, they had been able to deal with it. They had just ended up in the river in the process. In the middle of December.

Stiles is pretty sure his bones have a layer of frost around them, and a part of him is surprised to see that his toes are still functioning. Scott and his stupid werewolf body temperature had recovered from the dive a lot sooner than Stiles, and his best friend had looked genuinely worried when Stiles had gotten out of his car at the parking lot of his and Derek’s apartment building.

(Maybe it had something to do with the fact that it took a couple of tries for Stiles’ shaking hands to be able to open the car door, maybe not.)

Stiles had insisted he’d be fine as soon as he was able to boil himself in the shower.

That’s what he was planning on doing, and with shaky hands, he takes off his clothes and puts them straight into the washing machine. The stench of mud is unpleasant even to his nose, and he can’t even imagine how strong it would be to Derek’s supernatural senses. He presses the lid closed and plans to deal with it in the morning since he’s not going to risk getting noise complaints from his neighbors because he used the washing machine at 11 pm.

Stiles gets into the shower and stands under the spray of water, turning the temperature warmer and warmer until it's way past the point he usually uses. It should be scalding but the coldness is persistent, and it’s paired with a tight feeling in his chest that he doesn’t quite understand.

Well, he understands the feeling, is intimately familiar with the feeling of pressure around your chest that’s caused by anxiety, but what he doesn’t understand is why the feeling is there. The evening went fine when you look at the big picture. Scott and he got away with minor aches that were going to pass in a day or two, and the monster was defeated. There was no reason for Stiles to feel that pressure that was making it harder to breathe.

He rubs the shampoo into his hair with more force than is necessary and does his best to ignore the feeling.

Stiles feels like he could stand under the water until Derek comes home and forcibly drags him out of there, but eventually he finds the willpower to turn the water off. He wraps a towel around himself and just stands in the bathroom.

The shower helped him warm up a little but some of the coldness lingers deep down, somewhere the shower couldn’t reach. He also knows that as soon as he opens the door and steps out, the warm cocoon of steam the shower had produced will leave him and he’ll feel cold again.

Eventually, the thought of warm clothes and their soft bed motivates Stiles to move, and he speedwalks through the dark apartment into the bedroom, not bothering to turn the lights on as he rushes to the wardrobe and pulls out a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie that really belongs to Derek. If Derek comments on it, Stiles is going to blame the fact that he got dressed in the dim light provided by the streetlights behind their window, but in reality, he hopes that its comforting scent will ease the persistent anxiety that doesn’t seem to be leaving him anytime soon.

Stiles rubs his hands up and down his arms, trying to generate some warmth. It’s quiet in the apartment, and as Stiles looks at the bed and thinks about going to sleep, he’s hit with a memory so strong it threatens to strangle him.

The quiet, the darkness, not being able to get warm and being all alone - these are all things he’s experienced before. Being so common, he’s probably experienced them more than once, but since one of the situations was vastly more traumatic than the others, his mind digs it up and throws Stiles back.

Back to when he was controlled by the nogitsune.

Suddenly the sight of the bed makes Stiles feel sick, going to sleep the last thing he wants to do. He rushes out of the room into the living room where he turns all the lights on before curling into a tight ball on the corner of the couch. He turns the television on just to have some background noise, so he doesn’t feel as alone.

What he really wants is for Derek to be here, but he’s working late at the station and Stiles isn’t about to call him and make him worry. There’s no real threat here, nothing but stupid memories that shouldn’t even bother Stiles anymore. It’s been years since it happened, months since Stiles last had a nightmare. He should be over it.

Stiles presses his hands against his face and tries to focus on his breathing, knowing that a panic attack is not far. He has to remove the hands, however, when he realizes that not being able to see his surroundings is making it worse. It’s making the hairs at the back of his neck stand up and it’s making him feel like there’s someone behind him. His head whips up and he looks around himself, wary of all the possible hiding places in their apartment.

He knows he can’t be alone.

He looks at his phone on the coffee table where he had forgotten it when Scott came to pick him up. It was a good thing he did because if he hadn’t, the phone would either be at the bottom of a river or broken beyond fixing. He reaches for the phone with shaking hands and finds Derek’s contact.

He's just going to call him to hear his voice, and to ask him how much longer until he’s coming home. Derek doesn’t need to know that Stiles needs him to come home right that second.

He takes in a few deep breaths, breathing in the scent of Derek from the hoodie. He pulls the hood up so he’s even more surrounded by it, and tucks his freezing toes between the couch cushions. Once he thinks he’s as calm as he can be, he presses call and brings the phone to his ear.

It rings a couple of times before Derek answers.

“Hey Stiles,” he says, sounding happy. “Did everything go okay with Scott?”

Stiles had texted him earlier, telling him what they were going to do. Derek had been sorry he wasn’t able to join them and had told Stiles that there was a lot of work at the station and that he might be staying until late.

“Yeah,” Stiles replies. “Everything went fine.”

It’s not a lie, at least not a full one. Falling to the river and the coldness that resulted might have been what brought all this on, but the monster-fighting went well all in all. It’s what came after that’s bothering Stiles.

“Stiles?”

“Yeah?”

“Why is your voice shaking?” There’s a clear urgency in Derek’s voice but it’s the soft tone Stiles is used to hearing when they are alone. Stiles appreciates it so much and tries to focus on it instead of the panic still squeezing his chest.

“Stiles?”

This time the word is more urgent, and Stiles knows he has to respond, or else Derek will be at their door in fifteen minutes. Which might be what Stiles really wishes, but he doesn’t want to make his boyfriend worry, and he doesn't want to bother him while he’s working.

“You don’t need to worry,” he rushes out. “I’m home and I’m not hurt.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Stiles,” Derek tells him, his tone a little more stern now. Stiles can hear noises from the background and a part of him regrets calling because he’s failed spectacularly in not making Derek worry.

“Do you think I could come to the station?” Stiles asks, trying to salvage the situation. “I don’t really want to be alone right now.”

“I don’t know what’s going on but I don’t like the idea of you driving right now,” Derek tells him. “I’m coming home.”

“Derek-”

“I’m coming home,” Derek repeats. “I was almost done anyway. I can finish the rest of the work tomorrow.”

Stiles feels bad for disturbing, but a bigger part of him feels relief knowing that Derek is going to come home.

“Okay,” Stiles says. The word comes out in a relieved breath and he’s not sure if even Derek’s supernatural hearing is able to pick up.

“I’m leaving the station now,” Derek says. “I can put my phone on a speaker and stay on the phone with you if you need.”

“No, I want you to focus on driving,” Stiles says. “I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” Stiles says. It’s only a fifteen-minute drive from the station to their building. He’ll be fine for fifteen minutes. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Derek says and Stiles can hear a car door close. “I love you and I’ll be home soon, okay?”

“Okay. I love you too,” Stiles says and ends the call. He holds the phone tightly in his hand as he’s fully alone again. The sounds from the television are doing close to nothing to mask the loneliness, and the paranoia is starting to creep back in.

Stiles gets up from the couch and rushes to the corner of the room, sitting down with his back pressed to the wall firmly. This way he can see the whole room, and no one will be able to sneak behind him.

He hugs his arms around himself and wishes he could get warm.

Stiles focuses on his breathing, trying not to let it get too fast. His eyes scan the room from side to side, terrified that the next time he looks he’ll see a man wrapped in gauze standing in the corner.

He startles when he hears the door to the apartment open, convinced that it can’t have been fifteen minutes already. But apparently it has since he sees Derek walk into the room, dressed in his uniform and looking frantic. It takes a moment for Derek to notice him on the floor, but when he does, he rushes to him.

“Stiles!” He says as he kneels on the floor in front of him. He looks Stiles over like he’s trying to find injuries.

“I’m not hurt,” Stiles says and he knows Derek can hear that he’s telling the truth. Derek nods and pulls him into his arms.

Stiles soaks up the comfort and warmth, the scent of Derek much more comforting in person. Derek's arms around him make him feel safe, and the pressure of anxiety clears up a little, making it a little easier to breathe.

“What happened?” Derek asks, but he makes no move to pull away and Stiles is grateful.

“Bad memories,” Stiles mumbles.

Derek doesn’t press further, but he pulls away from the hug and offers his hand for Stiles as he stands. Stiles lets him pull him up from the floor.

“You are freezing,” Derek says and rubs at Stiles’ upper arms through the hoodie before pulling him into another hug, this one more comfortable since they are both standing.

“Fell into a river earlier,” Stiles explains. “Can’t get warm. Brings back bad memories.”

It takes a moment but then Stiles can feel Derek tense up, and he guesses Derek understands just what memories Stiles means. He’s been there enough times after a nightmare to know that the feeling of coldness is almost always present in them.

“The nogitsune?” He asks quietly and Stiles gasps sharply, getting even closer to Derek and nodding against his shoulder.

“Okay,” Derek says, holding Stiles tighter. “Let’s get you to bed, get you warmed up.”

“No,” Stiles says and his head whips up so fast he almost knocks it against Derek’s. “No.”

He’s shaking his head and he feels his breathing pick up. Derek must be able to hear how his heart speeds up because he’s quick to reassure Stiles.

“You don’t need to sleep,” he says, immediately knowing what the problem is. Derek knows that when Stiles gets like this, when the memories of the nogitsune and the darkness are strong in Stiles’ mind, he’s afraid of falling asleep. Whenever he wakes from a nightmare that’s half a dream and half a memory, the fear is so strong that it leaves no room for the logical side of Stiles’ brain to work. He knows that it’s been years since the nogitsune, and he knows that the spirit is safely locked away. But it doesn’t help when he’s feeling like all he needs to do is fall asleep and then he can’t know if he’ll truly be awake the next time he opens his eyes.

“Promise?” Stiles asks and he holds Derek’s eyes as he waits for the answer.

“I promise. I won’t let you fall asleep,” Derek says and Stiles trusts him. If Derek promises something Stiles knows he can count on it. “I just think it would be more comfortable. Easier to get you warmed up.”

“Okay,” Stiles agrees and pulls away, but he doesn’t get far before Derek is pulling him to his side as they walk to the bedroom together.

Derek lets go of Stiles only long enough so he can turn the lights on and take off his uniform, and then holds the covers up and lets Stiles get in before crawling in behind him. Stiles is still wearing the sweatpants and the thick hoodie, but he can feel the heat coming from Derek who is holding him tight to his chest.

It helps, but it’s still too quiet in the apartment and Stiles keeps looking at the open door of their wardrobe. Realistically he knows that there’s no one hiding there but he’s unable to look away. He lets out a frustrated whine and turns around, Derek’s arms around him loosening just enough to let him move. Stiles situates himself against Derek’s chest and hides his head in his neck, his arms trapped between their bodies. Stiles feels bad for his cold fingers and nose coming to contact with Derek’s skin but he doesn’t seem to mind, and only pulls Stiles closer when he stops moving.

“I should be over this,” Stiles says, wanting Derek to know that he doesn’t like to be bothering him with something that happened years ago. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Derek says. He slips his hands underneath Stiles’ - well, technically his own - hoodie and Stiles lets out a shaky sigh at the warmth they bring against his naked back. “What you went through was traumatic. Something like that never truly leaves.”

Stiles knows Derek talks from experience and so he doesn’t argue. Stiles knows that this is probably going to follow him for the rest of his life, and he appreciates that Derek isn’t trying to convince him that everything will be completely fine if he just gives it time. It won’t and it’s okay. It’s something Stiles, and something they can learn to live with.

Just like they live with the nightmares that occasionally make Derek wake up soaked in sweat.

They stay under the covers, and Stiles can feel his heart calming down and his body warming up. As he listens to the steady beat of Derek’s heart and feels the coldness leaving his body, the memories retreat back to the far-away part of his brain that they’ve made their home. Some uneasiness remains, but Stiles knows it’s not there to stay.

He feels so comfortable that he starts to doze off, but before he can fall asleep he feels Derek leave a kiss to the top of his head and his voice is deep and calm when he speaks.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” he tells Stiles, and while Stiles appreciates that Derek remembers and keeps his promise, he’s ready to brush him off and tell him he’s okay now and it’s okay to let him sleep. He doesn’t have time to do it though before Derek is speaking again.

“Come on,” he says and pulls his hands away from Stiles’ back to gently nudge him. He scoots downwards on the bed so he can kiss Stiles’ lips softly and Stiles is helpless to resist. The kiss ends too soon when Derek is pulling away and getting out of bed. “I’ll make you a cup of tea. Chamomile, because I know that caffeine keeps you awake.”

“But it’s-,” Stiles starts as he sits up on the bed and looks at the clock on the nightstand. “Two in the morning.”

“Just some tea and something light to eat,” Derek says as he pulls some sweatpants on. “Come on.”

Stiles follows Derek to the kitchen, turning the television off on his way there. When he gets to the kitchen Derek is already preparing sandwiches while the water is boiling in the kettle. Stiles takes out their favorite mugs and puts the teabags in them to wait for the water to finish boiling.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Derek asks.

Stiles looks at him and sees that Derek is still focused on the sandwiches, his tone light in a way that’s giving Stiles an easy out. It would be the easier choice, but it’s not what Stiles wants to choose.

“There was a Kappa in the river a little south from the town,” Stiles starts. The water finishes boiling and he keeps a part of his focus on the task of preparing the tea so that the memories won’t have his full attention. “We both ended up in the water, and I was freezing the whole time Scott drove me home.”

“Why did he leave you alone?” Derek asks, his tone confused rather than accusing. From the corner of his eye, Stiles can see that his full focus has shifted from the sandwiches to Stiles. “Why didn’t he stay?”

“Because I told him I was fine,” Stiles says as he takes the tea bags out of the water and brings them to the trash, focusing on staying detached from the memories. Forcing himself to focus on here and now so he can tell what happened without remembering it too vividly. “I thought I would be fine after a warm shower, but no matter how hot the water was, it wasn’t able to make me feel properly warm. I started feeling anxious and then all I could think about was how cold I was and how I was alone and then I couldn’t be sure if I really was alone.”

Despite his best efforts, Stiles is getting worked up again. It comes to a stop when he feels a steady hand on his shoulder, turning him around and pulling him against a solid chest.

“I’m really glad you called me,” Derek says as they sway a little where they stand.

“I feel bad for interrupting your work,” Stiles admits, even though he knows what Derek will say.

“Don’t be,” he says. “I can finish it tomorrow. You’re more important.”

Stiles absolutely does not blush at the words. That would be ridiculous, they’ve been together since Stiles came back to Beacon Hills for the summer after his second year in college. Such simple words aren’t enough to make him blush.

Except they are, and he’s unable to hide it when Derek pulls away enough to see his face. By the small smile he has on his face Stiles knows he noticed.

“I love you,” Derek says.

“I love you too,” Stiles replies. “I love you so much.”

And then they are kissing, in their kitchen at two in the morning after a disastrous evening. Their lives are unusual, and they both have plenty of nightmare fuel from things that will follow them the rest of their lives, but they also have each other, and in that moment Stiles feels incredibly grateful for that. Things aren’t perfect, but they are pretty damn close.

Derek is the one to pull away from the kiss first.

“Come on,” he says. “Let’s eat so we can sleep. It’s late.”

“Oh, so now you care about what time it is,” Stiles says and rolls his eyes. “It didn’t bother you when I was cozy in bed about to fall asleep cuddled up to my personal heater.”

Derek shrugs, “I made a promise.”

Stiles’ mind draws empty on witty comebacks so he goes to get their mugs and brings them to the table while Derek puts the sandwich ingredients in the fridge and brings their plates.

“Besides I know how cranky you get when you wake up hungry,” he says as he sits on the other side of the table, opposite Stiles.

“Hey,” Stiles protests and pokes his foot against Derek’s shin under the table.

“It’s not a lie,” Derek defends himself and starts to eat.

Stiles lifts the cup of tea to his lips with both hands and breathes in the warm steam, reveling in the warmth the cup brings and the feeling of safety that is brought by the person sitting on the other side of the table.

He’s going to be okay.

[badmoon--rising]

Co-Captain

This episode had cast commentary too and it was beautiful. They keep making Dylan say stuff in Crystal’s place bc she was absent from both recordings and he turned her british in this ep

The way they edited this “previously on” was really well done gotta be honest. Also I still love how Derek was like “I fucking hate Stiles so much” and then literally not a minute later was like “GO GET OUT OF THERE MY UNCLE IS THE ALPHA” they’re just good

YOOOO THEY WON TGE B IG GAME YOOOOOOOOOOOOO

State state state state state state state

Hate the way Jackson pats Scott’s face sjfkdkfk I don’t like Colton or his acting but he plays a good jerk

SCOTT AND DANNY ARE SO GOOD I LOVE THEM SM

Derek nooooooo :( he doesn’t want this to happen

Peter’s like here watch me take a really painful shower

Stiles scrambling in

CAN I JUST SAY I love the score during the scene where Allison sees the flashbang arrowhead in the garage. It has such great tension and it morphs in such a cinematic way like it’s telling the story too. I also love the way they keep that score in season 3 but with a matured change to it. UGH sometimes teen wolf good

Jackson drive fast car out of angst

LYDIA YOU LOOK SO GOTH HERE UGHHHHH

How did Allison know Lydia made out with Scott?? I mean I refuse to let that be canon but also wh

Chris what is wrong with you. Please get out of the cult you’re so scary

YEEESSSSS THE SQUAD IS HEREEE

Stiles bisexual moments compilation

SNDKFKSNFK dude. My jeep.

AAAAAAWWWWWWWWW “I cant protect anyone” [looks at Stiles] THEY LOVE EACH OTHERRRRRRRR

I legitimately don’t understand how Jackson is supposed to be a sympathetic character. He’s literally just rich and entitled I cannot care about him

3B parallels. I love how they call back to moments like these trying to reclaim some normalcy it’s really good writing

Tyler Posey said in the cast commentary that the taser gag was one of his favorite gags to do

SHDKSKKF love the way that he says “well.......... yea”

This hug................. they look like such kids here they make me so sad..... they were so young Allison was so young :((((((

WHY was Stiles so excited about the milk

Ok I’m just gonna say it, it’s absolutely horrible character writing to suggest Stiles would get his dad drunk like this. Like for the love of god can the teen wolf writers pay attention to their own characters’ history?? I could go on and on about this but I won’t in here lmao. Maybe in another post bc there’s a lot of reasons why this doesn’t make any sense. Sometimes teen wolf good and sometimes teen wolf bad

The way that the whiskey is so obviously iced tea

How the fuck does a teacher have Scott’s personal cell phone number. Also when did Scott get a new cell phone?

:( through the dark :( the lyrics make me so sad

God they never talk about it. That’s where Stiles gets it from.

Scott you’re the cutest motherfucker I love you

Ughhh Allison feels so unsafe Everywhere literally everybody around her is lying to her constantly no wonder she’s so fucked up

MOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!! YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL

God the way Scott doesnt open the door is really well done UGHHH it feels so creepy

aaaaaaaaaannndd PENIS HALE

Peter I’ll fucking kill you myself I don’t give a shit. Him being like “you ever heard of world war II” and then is like “also I’m not hitler”

Hi Derek ily

Scott I’m so sorry your entire life is a disaster

PETER YOU ARE SO CREEPY ALWAYS IM SO SORRY MELISSA

YEEEESSS STILES SAVES MOM

SNDKDKKF WHIPLASH?? YOU HIT US

Derek being like welcome to my humble abode go inside and let me bite you a little

God i don’t care about you Jackson Derek was right

CO-CAPTAIN YEEESSSSS SCOTT ILYYY HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE

Derek “I’m going to kill you NEVERMIND ILL RISK MY LIFE TO SAVE YOURS” Hale

Scott :(((((

DR. DEATON HAAAIIII I LOVE YOUUUUUU

Mostly? .......mostly. Love that line delivery. Deaton is one of the coolest characters ever

UGHHHHHH THIS FUCJING SONGGGG SHUT UUPP ALLISON YOU ARE SO FUCKED UP IM SONSORRY “WHOOOOOOO WHO ARE YOU REALLYYYYY”

[purplerose244]

Thinking journal for season 12 Prime Empire 😎😎😎 (1/2)

So, I'm keeping this during all of season 12 to put down my thoughts as they appear. It's mostly for not ranting every single time a new episode comes out so please don't mind me too much 😅 I'm following the English release so please no spoilers 😙

I'm gonna split it in two, since apparently the season has 16 episodes. So this is the first part, enjoy my rambling 💜💜

It's the 30th of March and here we go!

IN GENERAL

I'm so, SO HAPPY, we have a theme for this season. For my experience apparently silly themes (tech ninja, ghosts, pirates) had brought very surprising results so I'm SO DOWN FOR THIS 😍😍

It seems that they fixed the mood, there is a specific mystery and a specific mission to follow. I like it too

THE NEW WHIP IS DOPE AS ALWAYS

I'm really glad there are plenty of references to past episodes, comebacks are my jam

The only thing that still kinda bothers me is the length of the episodes. It's not all bad, I just think the 20 minutes format was better. One thing is splitting 20 in 10 minutes, another is putting together 11 minutes of important stuff. Doesn't bother me too much, I just wish there was more time for my favorite show 🤷‍♀️

WOULD YOU LIKE TO ENTER PRIME EMPIRE?

Is it normal for me to feel really old after they made the "what is a VCR?" joke? Like, I'm a uni student so still pretty young, but I lived through the transition from that to the DVD so... eh, I laughed anyway👵

Jay is smart, I really believe he is. Yet I saw him putting a possibly corrupted motherboard into a legendary game randomly found into a villain's lair, and I was like "Of course he did that, I love you you dumb*ss" raising my glass of juice towards him 😎

Okay, I'm down for this Lloyd. I'm down for a season with Lloyd being creeped out just because, being silly, just a ninja helping his friends and- (remembers there's a Harumi avatar in the sets) I'M NOT READY

The ending was actually nicely creepy. Cool nods in approval

DYER ISLAND

THAT INTRO THOUGH, THAT WAS EPIC! Love the techno sounds, love the clear gaming connection, I rate it 10/HECK YEAH LONG LIVE THE FOLD

I was scared about how the shorts were supposed to play along with the season, but it looks fine so far with the mechanic and later for Scott. Good 👍

Ah, Fist to Face, that game came all over from the nostalgic season 1. That's what I'm talking about 😎

So they just associated that Unagami is probably Dyer's avatar like that? Like sure, I thought about it, but it looks a little rushed. Mm, I wonder if there's something more behind it?

LEVEL 13

Cyrus Borg is back and he TALKS!!! Finally, he gets some action! Go tech dad!

I'm so happy he referenced the Digiverse, I would have been very disappointed if he hadn't. Time flies Borg...

Not gonna lie, I thought the next to follow up Jay's spot as best in videigames was going to be Kai or Lloyd. It's not disappointing though, since pretty much all the ninja have been seen playing, and to be honest I like the implication that Cole and Jay probably played a lot together. As bruiseshipping or as BrOTP, I still love them together no matter what 💙🖤💙🖤

Ooooohhhhh, that's why Zane and Pixal are left behind. It makes sense, sure, but I don't understand the implication of the plan: they saw Dyer entering Prime Empire, so why looking for him in real life? Mm, maybe they will investigate about his life and what happened... PIXANE ON THE CASE 😍

Already saw Prime Empire's world in the shorts, of course it looks DOPE, still very happy to finally being there!

SUPERSTAR ROCKIN' JAY

I don't know why, but Kai questioning the double jump made me laugh. Also poor him, he just got his powers back from last season and they're already gone again 😂

And of course. Them. Wow. It must be the most amazing and CURSED thing I've ever seen so far, the League of Jay 🤯 I'm so happy they exist and they freaking use past seasons' suits!!! Awesome!!! Never thought I was going to see Jay's old plain haircut again... yeah, he got better with the curly one, but I'm feeling nostalgic 🤷‍♀️

Their nick are histerical omg, Jaybird, Dee-Jay, Jaywalkin, I'm loving this way more than I should 😂 Also they freaking screamed "JAY-NJA GOO!!!" and I don't know what to do with that, it's too great for me to comprehend 👏👏

And then, THIS happened:

Your Honor, I would like to confirm this as THE MOST SECRET DREAM I'VE EVER HAD FOR THIS SHOW FINALLY COMING TRUE!!! A NINJA FROM NINJAGO DOING THE NARUTO RUN!!! 🤯🤯🤯 Done, I'm done, conclude the season, this is more than enough for me 😍

First Kai gets hit and fall from a building, DYING, then Lloyd gets desperate for his brother (MY BROTP 💚❤💚❤), then Kai respawns and Lloyd looks so relieved and Kai is all panting while slowly realizing it's a game and MY HEART CAN'T HANDLE THIS MUCH OKAY???

As a very passionate Kai fangirl I always expect the cringy moment, it really is inevitable for my favorite hothead. I love that idiot so much it's unbelievable, even if it's an absolute and costant suffering 😅 Holy Garmadon it was painful seeing his VERY slow realization that in this game you only have four lives

... SO HE HAS ONE NOW!?! NINJAGO CREW YOU ALREADY KILLED ZANE, NYA AND LLOYD ONCE AT THE END OF A SEASON, DON'T YOU DARE PLAY WITH ME AGAIN 😱😱😱

Okay, I did not expect to hear about Mr. Cuddly Wamp ever again since Hands of Time and BOY if I'm happy it was actually a password, I love this show 😂

SCOTT FINALLY!!! YESS!!! 😍😍😍

Okay, for as long as it is not debunked, I will hold onto the Scott is Jay's brother/twin theory. I'm sorry but: his jacket has dragons AND lightnings on it, they have very similar skin in avatar mode, he said he was waiting for him in the short, he could very well have his same hair under cap and hoodie and he's a mechanic too. I know, I know, they could have the same skin because Scott helped him for the avatar, and there might be shadier reason behind the 'I was waiting for you' thing, and there are tons of good mechanics in Ninjago... STILL HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE??? 😍

SCOTT HAS ONE LIFE POINT TOO??? NO! NOOO!!! NOOOOOOO!!! Don't you dare appear and steal my heart only to die at the end of the season, come on!! 😭

So for now it seems like he just wants to survive. Can we actually confirm he's an avatar and not an NPC? I mean he could be, but I don't see the point of an NPC self aware of his life points. Idk, maybe I'm overthinking this 🤷‍♀️

Lol, Kai is the only one weirded out by the Jay-con all around him. Probably because he hasn't heard from his fans since Skybound 😅 (I'M STILL HERE MY FLAME BABE, ILY ❤❤❤)

And in all of his glory, freaking Superstar Rockin' Jay!!! 😎😎 Okay, I loved the design since the first time I saw it, but it looks possibly even better in the show 😍😍😍 And Jay looks absolutely adorable in it, and he's got a guitar, and he was waiting for his friends, and he hugs them (I'm weak for LEGO hugs for some reason) and he is so happy and AAAHHH 💙💙💙💙💙

I'm very curious about how Scott will play into the situation, clearly he will provide some kind of insight about Prime Empire. I can't wait to know more about him!! 😍

I AM OKINO

I did not expect this when I saw this Okino guy in the trailer... and I'm so happy I was surprised, I love him 👌

And he's voiced by Alessandro Juliani?? HECK YEAH!!! With all the hype about the DnD 13th season, and consequentially the knight theme, I really miss Nexo Knights and having Aaron's VA around makes me happy... any hope to have Giles Panton as well? I miss Clay the most 💙💙

This is what I'm talking about, the game theme needs this stuff! I was already happy to see life points, double jumps and respawns, but this? The NPC guide? Awesome 👍 It's nice to see the take on the matter, the guide seeing so many players getting killed, first because they did not listen, then because they were actually just unlucky. The touchy matter I always expect watching Ninjago 👏👏

At least I THINK he's an NPC? For now I don't really see a way of knowing, and it doesn't look like it matters. He didn't show life points so maybe? Does this mean he can't die? I have questions people

Which brings me to the cube thingies. That's what happens to the dead players? I mean, I would understand if they just become pixels, but there's also the drone that takes the datas every time. Idk, feels like there's more behind it. And honestly? It looks like great material for angst, like one of the ninja dies but then they discover they just need to get where Unagami stores all of the players! I hope it's something like this!

They designs of the players are really cool, I already saw them in the other episodes, but seeing them this close just confirmed it. Between this and Jay's awesome avatar, I see lots of great cosplay ideas coming 😍 I wonder when will Kai and Lloyd use their avatars, and why would they since I'm guessing Jay did for disguise and to distinguish himself from his fans

PLEASE TELL ME WE'LL SEE SCOTT SOON, I ALREADY MISS HIM!!! 💙💙💙 I have too many theories about that tech dude, I'm so excited about who he might turn out to be!

I was a little skeptical about the new ninja suits, but seeing them in the show convinced me, very cool! Especially on Nya 💕💕💕

THE GLITCH

Alright, Okino is indeed an NPC. Cool the fact that at first he could not understand the fact that he was in a game, but when reality changed he was forced to. Welcome into the crew! 😙

I'm kinda worried about it though, either they will shut down the game and he will stay inside or he will sacrifice for them. He's a very loyal samurai, I can see that happening and I'm SCARED

I WAS SWEATING BULLETS AT THE AMBUSH!!! I 100% saw it coming, we all freaking saw it coming, even the ninja did but where like 'we can walk and die or we can risk and die so might as well'. But still, my babies DYING and respawning so fast was not pretty 😱😱

Nya got the scariest death until now in my opinion, holy Garmadon Dyer DOES have a twisted mind...

Seeing Kai so scared of being in a new situation and with one HP reminds me A LOT of the Digiverse, and that's actually a nice touch. Give him a cellphone, hothead is a social media expert, but put him in a game and... huuhhh... 😅

Have I mentioned I love the ninja's new emoji masks??

BECAUSE I DO!!! 😂😂😂😂

So Unagami knows about them trying to stop him and he sent the rat people because of it. Considering how little we know about this guy, I'm wondering what we are about to discover

Alright, going to the next challenge, very curious about this adventure. So... beware of the rats, ninja? Still not sure what I think about the rats 😅

THE CLIFFS OF HYSTERIA

I would like to say Okino is the edgiest character of the show I've ever seen... but I've seen MORRO. But still poor guy, he got a case of the Matrix

Oooohhhh, the major question in videogames: better go grinding for more money to get the better stuff but while losing lots of time, or get the least expensive just to go on with the story but definitely risking to lose lives?

Ah there we go, so the energy cubes mean something! Also reference to the Sushimi guy of the set (gosh that name, I can't 😂). So do people actually die in Prime Empire or they are just kidnapped kinda? Can the ninja just bring back? ANGST POTENTIAL

Cole please don't die please don't die please don't die for the love of Garmadon please don't die somebody help-

HOLY FSM KAI I MEANT HELP FROM SOMEONE WITH MORE THAN ONE LIFE DON'T DO THAT BE CAREFUL PLEASE I FREAKING LOVE YOU YOU RECKLESS HOTHEAD ❤❤❤

Nya giving Kai a sweet look after seeing her brother is okay, that's what I live for 😍

So apparently Unagami is trying to build some kind of device using the energy cubes of the dead players (sounds kinda creepy like this 😱) to create some kind of portal? To Ninjago? I don't understand, if Unagami is Milton Dyer then why this? Just to bring his army and conquer? I mean I guess, sounds a little simple though. Then again, if it turns out it's not Dyer, it could be Unagami wanting to be real and get into his creator's world? Mm...

I like the message, having the ability to choose your own path. Very fitting for a game themed season, I hope it gets explored even more!

More for the "I love the ninja emoji masks of this season"'s compilation 😂😂😂

THE MAZE OF THE RED DRAGON

Duuuude, Jay being good at mazes comes all the way from Possession, the Tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master! 😍 ... or maybe I just rewatch this show too much... could be both really 😅

Unagami is NASTY!

Confirmed the thing about going into the real world, what scares me is how much powers Unagami seems to actually possess. Like, can he do the block thingy whenever he wants? Just straight up pause and do whatever? Wow...

Jay being extra 😎

I mean, of course he is, he's got better statics! 😂 I like how he seems so focused and in charge, I still hope we see more of him... and Scott... WHERE IS SCOTT???

I love dragons, this metal one is cute 😍

So now we have two ronin: a samurai looking for a path on his own in a digital world... and a shady guy named Ronin 😛 Total respect for Okino, he really showed the values he believes in. No matter he was programmed his way, I hope he finds what he's looking for. Better come back for the final battle!

One Keytana down, two more to go. I know one is the price of the race, while the last one... I don't really know.

More of the masks because I love them 😂 Here we have Vegeta Lloyd and Kawai Cole ✌✌

[male-reads]

Steve Rogers: Past and Present

Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Steve Rogers x Male!Reader Summary: Steve left you to go back in time. Bucky’s there to comfort and relate with you. #FuckEndgameSteve. Request: Maybe finish this or turn it into a fic?  Steve is sitting on the bench, older now. Sam and Bucky looks towards you as your eyes wet with tears. Bucky nods at Sam to go to talk to Steve as he wraps his arm around you. “Hey Doll.” The Soldier says softly. “He loves you.” Bucky says but you push away. “Obviously not.” You mutter, walking away from your fiancé’s older form.  ((I know you said you loved these requests, so hopefully it will help?))

a/n: to the anon ily this is a great req n i fucking love it. also no idea how engagement works w/ two dudes so heres that trash n my hatred for endgame!steve 

Steve was sitting on the bench, older now. You felt your jaw clench, fingers moving to the ring on your finger. Sam and Bucky looked towards you as the tears brimmed. You breathed in, nodding a little.

You saw Bucky nod to Sam to go talk to Steve. You saw him shift, and then he was beside you, putting his arm around you, pulling you into his side. “Hey, doll,” Bucky said softly. “He loves you,” he said, but it wasn’t what you wanted to hear.

“Obviously not,” you muttered, pushing his arm off you. You turned around and walked away from your fiancé's old form.

Fuck him.

You ignored the hurt that was taking over. You’d lost Nat, then Tony, only for Steve to leave you.

And it didn’t make sense to you, for Steve to go back in time and take away Peggy’s life. She’d lived her life, found her own love and accepted and moved on from Steve and his supposed death. And now he’d gone and taken away her life like that? You wondered if he ever told her what he’d done, the life he’d taken from her.

Of course he wouldn’t have. He didn’t tell you.

You pulled the ring off your finger, knowing that Steve wouldn’t want it back. You looked at it, tempted to throw it. You had a better idea - sell the fucking thing.

Bucky walked after you. Of course he would. Both of you had been hurt by Steve, his actions, the unspoken things, the broken promises. “Hey,” Bucky said, and it was the same soft voice. “It’ll be OK,”

“You think he even gave a shit?” you asked, looking over at him as the two of you continued walking away. “He had you, he had me. Hell, he went against the government and went on the run for you. And then he went back to the past for someone who had moved on from him.”

There were tears falling from your eyes, and you couldn’t help it because it hurt and hurt and there was nothing you could do about it because Steve had made his decision and he’d left you for Peggy. It hurt, and you tried not to think about how fucking weird it was.

“Not to mention all the time he had awkwardly spent pining over me, which had been nice because he was cute and sweet and now he’s just ugly and old. You said he loves me, but do you know someone who would do that to someone they love? I don’t! That shit - fuck, that shit hurts. Don’t think he ever loved me, Buck,”

He made a face, disagreeing noise coming from his throat. “He did. Y/N, the amount of time he spent talking about you, it was impossible to get him to shut up,” he said, glancing over his shoulder to where Sam and Steve were talking on the bench. “He’s just made his choices. He’s not the smartest guy.”

You let out a dry laugh, emotions going high as you tried to keep your head on level. It was hard to think he even cared about you if he did that. He hadn’t even hugged you before he’d gone into the time machine. He’d simply smiled at you, said I’ll see you in a second, stepped in the machine and vanished. And didn’t come back.

Well, he did, just not how you’d hoped.

He’d spent his life with a woman who had led her own life without him. Now it seemed you were the one who had to live without him. And to think you’d once been engaged to be married to Steve Rogers.

It didn’t seem that real anymore. You wondered if any of the relationship had been real to Steve. It was hard to think about that possibility, but it was all you could think about - not that you’d ever say it aloud. If you did, it would become a reality, would be a constant. You had to move on; Steve clearly had.

“I just don’t get it. He spent two years with Peggy. He spent his life with you, and spent the latter of it searching for you. And he had me come along and I fucking just -” you stopped speaking, feeling the emotions beginning to bubble over.

“Makes you wonder why you love him.”

You nodded, wiping at your face, unable to look at Bucky. If you did, you knew that he’d have that sad look, and it’d break both of you to see the hurt that Steve had caused.

“At least we have a better Captain America now,” you said, and Bucky’s laugh came out wet and sad. “That is America’s ass,”

Bucky nudged your shoulder. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Tony, Scott … that old suit did nothing for Steve’s ass. Maybe that’s why he’s turned out like one.”

You leaned into Bucky’s side when he offered the physical support. “That was terrible, you’re not allowed to do puns.”

“Well, you’re fucking stuck with them now,” you said, sniffling a little. You held up the ring so both of you could see it. “How much do you think I could pawn this off for?”

Bucky took it, inspecting it. He saw the engraved message on the inside. He let out a low whistle. “A fair bit.”

“Glad you’re back, Buck,” you said, smiling up at him. “Not been the same without you for the last five years.”

“Glad to be back, Y/N,”

part two

[taetaespeaches]

Liv, the time has come! Time to share your wisdom with us! 1. How is your writing routine like? 2. How does your creative process works? 3. What things help you to write? 4. What doesn't help you at all? 5. Favorite authors? Who is your inspiration? 6. How can we be just a tiny bit perfect as you are?

omg why do you insist on being the cutest person ever? ily. 

1. oh god I wish I had one lmao. I typically write fics in one day or two days, and then during editing I change a bunch of shit lol. Before the Yoongi takeover, I would post one fic a week (usually..kinda?) so I’d write the fic during the weekend and then post as soon as I finished it haha. 

2. I literally don’t even know lmao. I think of little bits of dialogue or a scene and then build a drabble around it. I tend to pull from real life emotions or experiences so if something is happening in my life, it might find its way into a drabble. I keep notes in a notebook for each drabble and then I pull from that as I’m writing. I also have timelines lined out in word documents on my laptop. I also run a lot of ideas by my best friend and she’ll help refine them, and then I have her read most fics before I post to make sure it all makes sense and sounds good. She’s the hidden genius of this operation haha. 

3. Music definitely. The playlists I have for each member help me get into the mindset for that member and couple. That’s really it, I just have to be in the mood to write, which I usually am, but I have my moments of severe lack of motivation, creativity, emotional capacity, and focus. 

4. I’m not sure what doesn’t help at all. Silence, maybe. I don’t like complete quietness. I know a lot of people have particulars where they can only write in a notebook or on a computer, or they need a quiet space and be alone, but I’ve written a good number of my drabbles right at work sitting at my desk haha if I’m in the mood to write, I’ll write on anything and anywhere. 

5. For like professional authors- F. Scott Fitzgerald, Fyodor Dostoevesky, David Sedaris, H.P. Lovecraft, Joan Didion, bell hooks, idk who else lol. I tend to read one book by an author and go “oh I liked that” and then just don’t read anything else from that author?? 

But I feel it’s important to note that there are tons of writers here on tumblr who have acted as inspiration for me and the reason I even started writing my own drabbles was because I found @yoonsgiggle and felt inspired. So yeah. Thanks bb <3 

6. Shush, you’re amazing and so are all you lovelies. I love you all :( 

[baddyxangel]

well...that was an...experience.

spoiler

ok babies so i finally finished ALL of teen wolf and umm...wow . im gonna go ahead and share my thoughts, i think im gonna split this into 2 posts 1 where i talk about the characters individually and 1 where i just speak in general

6B never happened, I've never heard of it, never seen it, never touched it, never smelled it and i dont think i wanna see anything anymore.

starting with our MC we have scott, the indecisive, pure, irritating, "true alpha". now my problems with scott are honestly just preferrence but still somewhat justified . if you're familiar with comics you know that we always have our hero who believes and tries his best to save EVERYBODY including his enemies, and he is the "if i kill them i'll be just as bad as them" type. now the issue i have with this trope is that its just annoying and naive , I've always been more of a wonder woman type myself personally i dont see this issue with killing 1 person who has killed hundreds or dozens. Scott in most cases is very...bland ? very cookie cutter goody two shoes type, naive and a little bit soft, and for how gassed up true alphas are he is EXTREMELY underwhelming and one is his only saving graces for me is me being attracted to him.

he lets some of the most dangerous people in his universe roam freely because there is a "line" he wont cross and while i get those are his morals and his code i just personally couldnt fuck with it if i was in pack. his innocence meshes more well with ignorance. AND FOR FUCKS SAKE LET THIS MAN BE FUCKING SINGLE

also this was added in post: he's best on screen when he has other people with him to actually show he had some kind of personality besides "me help people" is what I've noticed. specifically stiles, derek and isaac tbh. i think one of my fav scott moments is "im the hot girl 🙂" and isaac saying "yes you are 👍🏽"

Stiles now we all know stiles, the best friend, the brains of the operation, the sarcastic and funny one who lightens the mood. Now stiles is one of my favorites (surprise surprise) because he's not infuriating to me i dont think I've ever been frustrated with mr.stilinski. he's essentially scotts polar opposite but not really if you get what i mean ? idk i love him, moving on.

Allison- i like her. got on my nerves after her coocoo ass momma died but y know. i thought her and scott were cute and i would've liked her to stay alive

Lydia- my favorite banshee, smart, but for some reason is always being taken hostage, attacked, injured, and put into extremely horrifying situations and i dont think i like that.

Kira- personally my fav of scotts Gf's, i think she's cute, right amount of awkward, strong, interesting and i would've loved for her kitsune to have been able to kill somebody. jeff davis obviously did her dirty with her storyline that was apparently finished even though...we still didnt get to learn that much about her powers ? whatever im upset.

Liam- dont like him . moving on. also the long hair didnt grow on me and i dont think it will.

Jackson- eat shit and die.

coach- we love you.

monroe- i could write an entire 2 hour movie script on this hoe. bitch killed 1 hellhound and start feeling ha pussy and thinking she hot shit fuck this lil girl was annoying, moving on before i keep typing.

gerard- you got what the fuck yo old ass had coming to you

peter- we love an anti hero with a sense of humor 💕 and idc he would've wrecked everybody shit in season 1

kate- girl...you are a mess of a hoe. lemme stop there before i write a book on her too.

chris- ily

melissa- someone give her an award ASAP

sherrif- you were very on and off for me

derek- baby i missed you so much, leave scott musty ass and come pack this puss-

dread doctors- these fuckers used to put fear in my soul when i was little

deaton- i dont like how he's used as a plot device.

desert wolf- LMFAOOOO

malia- i like her because she's impulsive but sometimes those impulsive tendecies make me wanna stomp her head in the ground.

deucalion- also used a plot device after his season and then died for no reason. im so sorry for what this show did to you

im missing a lot but if you drop your opinions and names in the replies i'll share my opinion on whoever i missed

Thoughts on Theo? theo- hated his manipulative ass but he is so fine so it hurt me to be screaming and cursing at my tv when he was on screen. originally i was extremely irritated and annoyed when they brought him back cause i dont think he needed to be redeemed like at all, even though i appreciate that i can love him without him being a piece of shit it was unneeded i think . id still fuck him tho

scott pissed me off cause... is theo just a great liar or does scott just hate stiles ? why would he believe theo so easily yet not ask for stiles part of the story ? its like he forgets that stiles doesnt have claws and fangs and shit so of course he's gonna do what he does to survive when y'all can't protect him 🙄 i swear their werewolf hearing only works when the plot needs it too (ik they probably need to focus to enhance their hearing but still it's so annoying-) the season is essentially based on misunderstandings tbh. everyone's lying for no reason at all. but i do like how we actually get to see the effect of their mental health but this is also what i mean when i was talking about scotts fluctuating intelligence and how he's only smart when the plot needs him to be, how does he go from being the dimmest bulb in the box to being able to be in AP biology or whatever class it was. it makes no sense at all

”scott pissed me off cause... is theo just a great liar or does scott just hate stiles? why would he believe theo so easily yet not ask for stiles’ part of the story?” Because Scott McCall is a toxic friend and an even shittier werewolf (he couldn’t even detect Theo’s cheap lies and let himself be played like a fiddle throughout Season 5) And because Stiles doesn’t cater to Scott’s delusions of werewolf Jesus-hood and doesn’t stroke Scott’s ego like Theo does. Scott simply chose to believe the worst of his neurodivergent best friend – the boy who risked his own life to save his whiny ass countless times – because it suited his agenda, and because he’s pissed that Stiles didn’t share his own trauma with him like Scott wanted and demanded. SCOTT: We can’t kill the people that we’re trying to save! There’s always a choice! And yet Scott has no problem conspiring with Deucalion (Boyd and Erica’s murderer) behind everyone’s back to assassinate Josh and Tracy AND trying (but failing) to kill Gerard – selling Derek and his Pack out to the hunters, violating Derek, and using Derek as his own personal murder weapon to achieve that – just because “He threatened my mom! I had no choice!” A True Hypocrite indeed

[marvxlousqueen]

Warren Worthington- Trust

requested by anon: could you do a warren one where the reader has a super dangerous mutation that's fueled by their emotions, and warren helps them out with it and they fall in love? 

word count: 2.1K

warnings: reader and warren are like 18 y/o idk it just happened lmao, cussing, fluff heheheje, not proofread lmao

A/N: thanks for requesting ily! also i really like this like at first i didn’t know where it was going but now i really like it :))

“Hello, (Y/n). Welcome to the school for the gifted.”

“Doesn’t exactly feel like a gift.”

“It never does, at first.”

It had always felt like a curse. Being able to form fire in her own hands could’ve been an amazing skill. Being unable to control when it formed- that was the main issue. 

“Come along now, (Y/n). Let’s have a look at what we’re dealing with.”

Charles and Hank led her into the training gym and onto one of the mats in the center. Sitting on the mat was a boy, probably around her age. He seemed normal- besides the huge feathered wings on his back. 

“Warren, (Y/n). (Y/n), Warren. He’s fairly new here as well, but he’s had great experience with all sorts of mutations.”

“Hi- nice to meet you.”  The boy Warren stuck his hand out, expecting a handshake. 

“Hi, yeah. Can’t touch you- sorry.”

He nodded, taking a step back. 

Great, now I’ve scared him off, she thought. 

“Alright, well- can you show me what I’m working with here?”

“What do you mean- working with?”

He puffed up his wings, “I’m training you, going to be teaching you until you get a hang of whatever it is you do. Charles didn’t tell you?”

“No, he did not.” (Y/n) turned to look back, hoping to find Charles and request a different teacher (perhaps one who wasn’t so attractive and distracting?), only to find that he and Hank had already left.

“Show me.”

“I can’t do it on command. And how are you going to help me? You have wings, not flamethrowers for hands like me.”

“Flamethrowers for hands? The fuck does that mean? And how can you not control it? You’re 18! Get a grip on it.”

“Shut up! I’m trying my best!” As her words left her mouth, her hands were suddenly engulfed in flames. 

“Holy shit-”

“See? Flamethrowers for hands.”

Warren walked closer, inspecting her hands from a slight distance as to not get burned. “Can- can you throw the fire?”

“Yeah, not with great aim, but yeah.”

“Do it. Aim at the basketball hoop.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes before lifting a hand towards the hoop. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on launching the fire.

Warren tapped his foot, getting impatient. “Come on, already. Just do it.”

“Shut up, I’m trying.”

“Not hard enough.”

“Shut up!” (Y/n)’s eyes snapped back open as she shot backwards, hitting the mat. Fire rushed from her hand at such a speed she was literally thrown back. Looking up, she saw the net of the hoop was on fire.

“Put it out! Put it out!” 

Warren rushed over towards the hoop before turning around. “Fuck! I don’t have water- I should’ve gotten water!”

“How do you not have water when you asked me to shoot FIRE?”

“How are you unable to control your mutation when you’ve had it for SO long?”

“Shut up!” (Y/n) felt the flames grow hotter in her hands, slowing moving up to cover her forearms, slightly singeing her clothes. The flames didn’t hurt- felt more like a warm embrace around her. 

Warren ran out the gym, returning with a garden hose, spraying the hoop down. The flames were put out after a minute or so. Then Warren turned to (Y/n), hose still spewing water. 

“Can you put yourself out or do I have to?”

“What? Do not fucking spray me, I swear-”

Warren lifted the hose and ran towards her, spraying her completely. Her clothes were dripping wet by the time the fire was put out. 

“Warren. I swear to GOD.” (Y/n) felt her arms get warm again, despite having just been put out. 

“Woah, woah- okay, okay. Calm down!”

She stepped towards him. “Don’t tell me what to fucking do. You SPRAYED me!” 

Warren stepped back, holding the hose for support. “(Y/n), (Y/n)! It’s your emotions, okay? They fuel your power. If you can learn to control your temper, you’ll be able to control your mutation.”

The fires grew hotter. “Are you calling me emotional? Jesus Christ- anytime a woman gets upset, guys always call her “emotional” or “crazy” so don’t fucking-”

“No, that’s not what I meant. Trust me. Just calm your breathing and put out your arms. We can work with this.”

(Y/n) ran to Warren, making him run backwards before slipping in all the water the hose had sprayed. She took the hose from him, spraying her arms. (Y/n) took a seat on the floor in the water and closed her eyes to focus on her breathing. 

“What in the hell-”

“Raven! Hank! Hi- I have everything under control.”

Hank and Raven had managed to walk in at the perfect time. (Y/n)’s clothes were still smoking and water was everywhere. Everywhere. 

“Clean this up. Now. I’ll come back later to check in.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

Warren ran back outside to finally turn off the hose. He walked it back to the yard and wrapped it up nice and pretty.  When he returned, (Y/n) was still seated on the wet floor. 

“You want to help me get some towels? Clean this place up?”

She nodded, moving to stand up. 

“Here.” Warren stuck out his hand, offering to help her up. 

(Y/n) laughed, “You really think that’s a good idea?”

“Yeah. I trust you.”

“Oh, o-okay.”

(Y/n) felt her heart jump. It had been so long since she’s actually been able to touch anyone. Hug anyone. Kiss anyone. She had always been too scared, the other person the same. But Warren- Warren trusted her. 

She took his hand and stood up. 

“I’m not on fire!”

He laughed, dropping her hand. “That’s a good start!”

The pair headed into the locker rooms, grabbing a shit ton of towels and a mop to dry the floor. 

Warren was busying mopping up the water while (Y/n) went behind him, getting the excess water he missed with a towel. 

“So.. how do you have so much experience with different mutations? You seem young.”

“I mean- I am young, but I spent a few years doing cage fights. Against other mutants, you know? I faced a lot of new mutations and learned a good bit along the way. Charles and Hank figured since I had seen more action than most kids here, I’d be able to help you.”

“Oh, I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked-”

Warren stopped mopping to look back at her, “No- no, you’re fine. I’m open about it. I didn’t have a choice back then, but now I’m just happy that my years there can be some sort of use for good now.”

(Y/n) nodded, looking back down. “You did help, by the way. I’d never really noticed the whole emotions thing. It makes perfect sense though. The only times I’ve been able to produce flame is when I’m mad or embarrassed. Like one time in 8th grade I saw my friend kissing my crush and my hands just exploded into fire- it was awful.”

“She sounds like a bitch.”

“Oh yeah, totally. Dropped her real quick after that.”

Warren laughed, wringing out the mop after getting the last bit of water. 

Training with Warren had been going quite well. They had been working together for about a week now. Warren would try different tactics to get (Y/n) mad and have her work on calming herself down. 

“You need to be able to put yourself out first, then we’ll work on getting yourself mad so you can fight.”

She had developed a breathing routine to calm herself down. It had worked every time so far- just sometimes took longer than others. 

“Four in, four out.”

“One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.”

The fire in her hand was extinguished as her breathing slowed. 

“Good! That’s great! You’re killing it, (Y/n)!” Warren pulled her into a hug, squeezing her tight. “I’m so proud!”

(Y/n)’s heart began to race as he pulled her close. Suddenly hands burst into flames, making her jump back. 

Warren looked down at her hands. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Fuck- no, you’re fine! I’m just-”

Warren shook his head. “No- um, we’ve done enough today, it’s fine. I should go anyways.” He walked quickly to the door, face burning (just like (Y/n)’s hands). 

“O-oh, okay. See you..later.” Warren was already out the door when she got the right words out. “Oh fuck me.”

After doing her breathing exercise, (Y/n) was able to calm the fires in her hands. She made her way back to her room, purposefully passing Warren’s on the way. She leaned up against his door, hoping to hear if he was inside. Nothing. Disappointed, she went to her room.

Warren was buried under his comforter, head squished into his pillow. 

“Knock, knock.”

“Go away, Scott.”

Scott pushed the door open, sad to see his friend curled up. 

“So she shut you down, huh?”

Warren rolled over to face him, kicking off the blanket. “No, I didn’t even get to ask her out like I wanted. But I understand her answer anyway.”

Scott sat down on the floor, looking up at him. “What does that mean?”

“I hugged her and her hands caught on fire. She only catches fire when she’s mad- meaning, she was mad that I hugged her because she doesn’t like me.”

“That is a lot of assuming. Why don’t you ask her out and see?”

“No! Then she would shut me down for real. And it’d be awkward- I mean, how can I train her when I know she doesn’t like me back, but I’m crazy about her?”

“Warren. She likes you. She totally likes you! Just ask her out. Trust me.”

“No.” 

Scott stood up, rolling his eyes (although Warren couldn’t see that through his glasses). “Fine, I’ll do it for you.”

“What? No you won’t.” 

Warren heard the door close, making him sit up quickly. “Scott?”

Scott was sprinting down the hallway towards (Y/n)’s room, looking behind him every couple seconds to make sure Warren wasn’t catching up. 

“Oh fuck me!” Warren jumped out of bed, running out of his room without even putting shoes on. 

“Scott! Stop!” 

Scott sped up, finally making it to the girls hallway. He reached her door, banging on it quickly. 

“Summers! I swear to god, I will KILL you!”

(Y/n) opened the door, “What? Oh- hey Scott, what’s-”

“No!” Warren tried to stop in front of her door, but his socks made him slip and collide with Scott, knocking them both to the floor. 

“What’s happening?” 

Warren stood up, pushing Scott down again. “Just forget whatever he said!”

(Y/n) furrowed her brows, “He didn’t say anything.”

“He didn’t?” Warren looked down at Scott, who was just now getting off the floor, “You didn’t?”

“Not yet- Warren wants wants to go out with you.”

“Shut up!” Warren pushed his wing into Scott’s chest, making him fall again. “No- I- I don’t! Just ignore him, he has- he has brain damage.”

(Y/n) nodded slowly, “This isn’t funny, okay? I don’t know what Jean told you, but going this far to tease me isn’t funny, so fuck off.” 

She slammed the door, quickly doing her breathing exercise before her hands caught fire. 

“Wait, what? (Y/n) open up. Please.”

She could hear Warren lean against her door. “No.”

“Please.”

“Is Scott still there?” 

Scott stood up, putting a hand on her door for support. “I’m here.”

Warren pushed him away. “Go away! Why are you still here?”

He scoffed, “For support, you ungrateful dickwad!”

Warren sighed, “Scott, please go. I’m sorry.”

“Okay, okay. Consider me gone.” Scott turned on his heel, leaving the girls hallway.

Warren knocked on her door. “It’s just me now.”

(Y/n) slowly opened the door. 

“I was never trying to tease you, I swear. I don’t know anything about you and Jean or whatever happened there- I-i did want to ask you out, b-but..”

“But what? You don’t like me anymore?”

“No! No! I really like you, it’s just- I hugged you today and you’re hands caught on fire and I thought you were mad because you didn’t like me and-”

“I like you.”

Warren’s mouth stopped working. He nodded slowly.

(Y/n) opened the door wider. “That’s what I was talking about- with Jean and everything. I told her I liked you and then she told Scott and then Scott showed up here-” she sighed, “felt like it might’ve been a prank or something, sorry.”

Warren shook his head, stepping into her room. “I really like you, (Y/n).”

His eyes flicked from her eyes to her lips. Warren moved closer, leaning into her. He pressed his lips against hers. She jumped back. 

“Sorry! Fuck- I’m on fire.”

“Are you-”

“I’m just shy and get embarrassed around you- that’s what happened earlier.”

“Oh! T-that makes sense, okay, yeah.” 

(Y/n) nodded, slowing her breathing to calm herself down.

“C-can I kiss you again?”

“You really think that’s a good idea?”

Warren shrugged, stepping closer. “I trust you.”

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