#no nope rope scott

[antvnger]

Uh oh, Scott. You thought being a zombie was bad? This whole nope rope thing reminded me that after the card, you were supposed to be turned into a giant snake by me, but idk if i should do that one, i don't wanna give you a heart attack.

Want me to skip it? Or at least change it to a smol harmless species or something?

-Larry Bro

Change it please.

[outcastpack]

teen wolf crossover with 911? sounds fun! so, i kinda wanna ask for both...cuz i want the morning after (thiam as dads) but also jasher... u get it jdjfkfkfj

I do so here's all three

Liam's Bi crisis

Liam braced himself as he held his uncles phone to his ear after Buck had finally past him the phone. Wincing as his mom immediately began shouting about how worried she had been after he had just up and disappeared again with no note or message saying where he was going or if he was safe.

“I know.... I’m sorry.” He sighed, closing his eyes as he listened to her words. He hadn’t meant for her to worry, but he needed some space to clear his head. He had no one to talk to about what the hell was running through his head – he knows he could of spoken to Mason or Scott but this wasn’t something he knew how to even try and explain.

“We’ve all been worried sick – I thought that sick wom-“ His mom cut herself off a choked sob like sound just barley making it’s way through the phone, guilt wormed it’s way through Liam’s gut. He hadn’t even thought about that, about Monroe still being out there somewhere in his haste to get some space between him and Beacon Hills.

“I’ve had Scott going out of his mind, Mason too and don’t even get me started on Theo.....” At the mention of Theo’s name, Liam slipped into that same memory that had been on his mind for days now.

Green gentle eyes listening to him ramble about nothing at all. A laugh that sounded like music to his ears. Lips slowly pressing against his own, effectively cutting him off, almost immediately pulling away, and Liam wanting nothing more than to reach out and do it again and that fact confusing him above all.

He had liked it. He wanted to do it again, but he also didn’t understand any of what was running through his own head. His thoughts consumed with Theo, Theo, Theo.

Now Thiam as dads

Liam set Theo’s plate down on the table, taking his own seat opposite once again. He himself had ended up eating his own once he realised Theo had been roped in by Mason. Theo was still telling him about how the pickup had gone and how Mason had instantly known where Theo was coming from as Tracy lived in the opposite direction than that.

“So yeah.... an interrogation vier Mason and Corey was not something I expected for this time in the morning.” Theo was saying, eyes occasionally glancing towards Seb in his pram while he ate.

The scene in the kitchen looked very domestic to Liam. Almost very family like and Liam found himself loving every second of it for some reason.

He couldn’t stop staring at Theo as he talked. Unable to stop the warmth of his home feeling like a home again with them both back in it and together with the seven month old baby as an almost added bonus.

The chain wrapped around Theo’s neck glinted in the light.

Liam’s hand shot out across the table before he could stop himself pulling Theo and the chain as close as he could. His finger stroked across one of the two rings ever so slowly. He glanced up with a smile at wide green eyes flickering between the hand on the chain and Liam’s face.

“I want these back where they belong.” He whispered softly, but loud enough that Theo heard him. Hearing Theo’s breath hitch at his words, letting him know that the chimera also heard what he actually meant - the underlying meaning.

Theo slowly nodded, looking completely dumbfounded and awestruck.

And last but not least the one I'm still slowly getting back into the groove of.

After his fourth class of the day and the fourth class of hearing nothing else but prom prom and prom. Liam decided to take his chances to get lunch somewhere else so he didn't have to hear it again while he ate.

He knew he would be able to get free food too from his mom’s restaurant, so the situation would be a win-win for him - no prom and free food.

"Please tell me my mom isn't around?" He asked Kara - one of the chefs - once he had managed to sneak in the back of the kitchen.

"Nope, she took the day off. Something about your Pro-" Liam cut the girl off with a loud 'Ahh' noise, waving his arms around in a nope gesture. He knew the staff were just staring at him like he was crazy - one of the waiters that had walked in the back snorting at him while leaning against the wall waiting for his next order.

"Please do not mention that to me right now." He groaned with a huff, climbing up to sit on the edge of one of the counters.

"Bad day?" Now it was Liam’s turn to snort, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Something like that." He muttered. Kara shot him a sympathetic smile while staying focused on the chicken she had been dicing up.

"Well, corner booths open, and I'll get Theo to bring you over a chicken burger or something." She said, motioning her hand towards the waiter that had been leaning against the wall.

Liam followed her hand, finally taking in the image of the waiter. He had seen the guy before, but this was the first time he had actually looked at him.

Green eyes that somehow looked slightly blue and hazel at the same time. Brown, slightly messy curled hair, and the hints of a tatoo just peeked out beneath the sleeve of the waiter shirt. From what he could tell, .... he was ripped as fuck too.

"Gee, thanks Kar, not like I have twelve other tables to serve." The waiter remarked, sarcasm laced in his voice as he loaded up his board with food.

"Love you too, Tee." Kara shouted back, not even turning away from her food preparation, but Liam could hear the smile and amusements in her voice.

[racmune]

heyyyy im racmune, i use he/him pronouns. i draw a lot and write fic sometimes! im a weird n i post whatevers :P

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i also block very liberally, if you dont fit this criteria n ive blocked you it aint personal

more about me

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likes include but not limited to: music, anime, fanfiction, video games, chattin w/ buds, sleeping, computers n web design, ftm history, early 2000s aes, n gothic romance

dislikes include but not limited to: rude people, intense unfamiliar tastes n textures ..... uhhhhhhhhhhhhh idk what else tbh

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#body horror

#flashing lights

#eyestrain

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#spiders

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#deadlock - deadlock leaks

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#art inspo - tag 4 my art inspiration

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#the scratched universe

#nope 2022

#scream

#rope 1948

#emesis blue

#lil pootis

#uramichi oniisan

#danshi koukousei no nichijou

#cool doji danshi

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#webweave

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#aphmau

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#tadc - the amazing digital circus

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#romeos 2011

#wild zero

#portal

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#deus ex

#spiderverse

#the boondocks

#enstars

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#legend of zelda

#disco elysium

#scott pilgrim

#brba - breaking bad

#death note

#delta state

#hbomberguy

#jerma

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#eftf2 - escape from tf2

#bully game

#dungeon meshi

#sally face

#creepypasta

#emh - everymanhybrid

#thief and the cobbler

#ultrakill

#csm - chainsaw man

#gay shame

#deadlock

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#scoutpauling - scout x miss pauling

#heavymedic - heavy x medic

#freedom fries - soldier x spy

#boots n bombs - soldier x demoman

#scoutcest - scout x scout

#flash fire - scout x pyro

#hop scotch - scout x demoman

#heavyscout - heavy x scout

#pyrosoldier - pyro x soldier

#soldierheavy - soldier x heavy

#helmet party - soldier x engineer

#fruit scones - soldier x medic

#american aviators - soldier x sniper

#soldierpauling - soldier x miss pauling

#demopyro - demoman x pyro

#texas toast - engineer x pyro

#pyropauling - pyro x miss pauling

#burn ward - pyro x medic

#bushfire - sniper x pyro

#pyrospy - pyro x spy

#demoheavy - demoman x heavy

#demoengie - demoman x engineer

#jagerbombs - medic x demoman

#sword van - demoman x sniper

#bomb voyage - demoman x spy

#engieheavy - engineer x heavy

#spoovy - spy x heavy

#science party - medic x engineer

#sniperpauling - sniper x miss pauling

#trucks n vans - engineer x sniper

#bushmed - sniper x medic

#napoleon complex - engineer x spy

#medispy - medic x spy

#adminhale - administrator x saxton hale

#zhannascout - zhanna x scout

#soldierzhanna - soldier x zhanna

#scoutmaspy - scouts ma x spy

#zhannapauling - zhanna x miss pauling

#adminsniper - administrator x sniper

#zhannascoutpauling - zhanna x scout x miss pauling

#tf2 deep fried desire - scout x fried chicken lady

#tf2 lady and the tramp - miss pauling x fried chicken lady

#swing and a missfire - scout x miss pauling x pyro

#engiedemoheavy - engineer x demoman x heavy

#soldierdemozhanna - soldier x demoman x zhanna

#masked mechanic - fixer x jumpsuit (the scratched universe)

#fruit punch - foster x p.rick (the scratched universe)

#purplephone - purple guy x phone guy (fnaf)

#scollace - scott x wallace (scott pilgrim)

#toddallace - todd x wallace (scott pilgrim)

#kowalkins - pete kowalski x jimmy hopkins (bully / canis canem edit)

#gabv1el - gabriel x v1 (ultrakill)

#skylersaul - skyler white x saul goodman (breaking bad)

^other tags 2 be added but tumblr doesnt let me add any more hyperlinks so sorry abt that o_0

[rickygoldman34]

Getting to the next one and we are getting Dynamite Lee Dawson vs Senner for the Aderline title. Good back and forth but it was Senner very much in control of things,Lee tried to get back into it but it didnt last long at all. Senner fought and fought even applying a submission which Lee fought out of and came back in it. Now it was Lee who couldn't put it away this did allow Senner to gain control again. To the top rope went Senner as he hit a coup de Gras to the back to no avail. Lee once again back in it and with the crowd behind him goes on to pin Senner and retain his title.

On now with the next match Sam Bailey vs Scott Oberman. Scott took it to Sam but Sam did gain the upper hand and did not go away easily. This went the distance and showed no signs of stopping,Ethan got involved accidentally hitting Scott with a Claymore Sam the chased Ethan around the ring allowing Scott to deliver a suicide dive to Sam to the outside, back in and hes now took over but only for a brief time because its Sams time now. Scott hits a top rope RKO and then a spear to no avail. Sam hits his finisher but a kick out from Scott,he goes for it again but its a tombstone from Scott that awards him his 1st ever win here in futureshock.

Now its the time of the MAIN EVENT! For show 2 it will feature Oscar Byron and Steven Cross vs Synergy for the futreshock tag team titles. The champs have abit of fun and actually do abit of ground game wrestling. Frequent tags between all 4 men giving neither team the advantage. The heels did try and take the easy way out cheating everywhere they could until the ref caught them in the act. Really good match this was, both teams with good spots, Oscar uses his golden crown and smashes it accross the skull of one of Synergy but nope, back in it the champions get hitting a top rope bulldog combination move to keep hold of the titles.

I give it a rating of good.

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Ricky Goldman out.

[mrxadreamin]

FOR REEEAL Eiden having to go through the whole Scott Pilgrim route just go get some LMAOOO

Satan - Mr. Possessive would have kicked Eiden and knowing his temper, this man off the bat would probably start some kind of fight.

Mammon - Goes two ways, lets Eiden has his way or like Satan, block his ass from getting anywhere close to our mc while taunting him like he did with Minhyeok and Satan. Also thinking about his golden fists ability and how this man can quite literally put a barrier between them both.

Beelzebub - would think that he’d let Eiden get his way(which he probably would knowing Beel) but at the same time again, I feel like he’d wouldn’t let Eiden even have a chance without sweeping our mc off first. That and he’s everywhere so he can grab mc just before Eiden can even TRY anything. Would purposely cockblock his ass bc mc is his even if he’s less outward about it.

Leviathan - uh NOPE???? Eiden is everything that Leviathan would envy and would hang him on sight. Eiden is not even allowed to touch our mc without Levi putting a rope his neck. We all know how he acted around Minhyeok YIKES.

bonus: if Kuya did try taking both(and would probs succeed due to his illusions) Leviathan would stop at nothing to get mc back and would have them monitored at all times.

Adding the more right hand nobles bc I there’s so many:

Sitri - like leviathan, very jealous and possessive, wouldn’t let him go near the mc without baring his fangs at him. Ngl mc would have the same thought about Edmond when he sees Sitri: “why do mean I look like Edmond?” “it’s the hair Sitri…” “I don’t what you’re talking about, Solomon…”

deep down this man would have picked a bone with Edmond. IF NOT EDMOND, YAKUMO like they have the same energy

Bimet - oh??? You wanna makeout with the mc??? Oh well guess what you have to pay the toll fee! These kisses aint for free y’know(that’s prostitution and not part of mc’s job description but OKAY????). OH WAIT he’s owned by the great Mammon so those lips aren’t yours and never will be.

Bael - haven’t gotten around to finish reading the story from the Beel event, but I can see that it might go two ways? I feel like he’s level-headed enough to let them kiss at least once but at the same time I can’t help but feel like he’d Eiden into the wringer too just to make it difficult.

Foras - THIS MAN would purposely turn invisible just so when Eiden thought he could kiss the mc, Foras would literally sweep them off their feet just like when he first kidnapped them. THAT or he charms the mc enough to even rid of interest Eiden. Who is he??? Don’t know him only prince charming, Foras.

also remember the tentacle monster from his coffin good luck to tryna get past them, poor Eiden akdgahah

HOWEVER seeing how Foras looks like a knight as well, maybe Eiden would be too enchanted to even think about making out with mc-

BIG BRAIN

Now if Eiden and the mc meet, right off the bat they would be friends! Plus they’d probably trauma bond since they both lost their parents/orphaned????? ALSO Eiden would be protective around them seeing how they went through a lot and our beloved mc welcomes Eiden maternal warmth seeing that Eiden also has abandonment issues!

By the way, if our mc is male, my bl delulu brain says they would probably make out, but at the same time no bc Eiden would have to go through all of the kings and YES even the nobles(which may not end well???) and I’m very sure the clan is weary of our mc(but also not bc they seem pretty open with Eiden being with anyone??? There are hints of jealousy though!)

[right-brain-of-froggy2]

Christmas in July Day 10

Day 10 is here! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!  Let it Snow! is all about that sweet childhood joy of smacking your siblings with snowballs on a snow day.

AO3 link here!

Virgil looks at the alarm clock with a squint. The LED lights glow with 9:17. With the thought that Saturday mornings are the best, he snuggles under the blankets to fall back asleep.

Wait.

It’s not a Saturday.

It’s Thursday!

He checks the clock again to make sure his eyes aren’t deceiving him. It’s past 9AM on a school day. Most mornings, Virgil would be dead asleep before Dad or Scott came in to wake him up. But he woke up on his own time still sprawled out under his quilts. Virgil peeks out the window to find white blanketing everything in sight. Wet snowflakes are still falling in the early morning gray. That can only mean one thing.

“Snow day!”

Gordon’s voice echoes from down the hall. The rush of feet barrels past Virgil’s closed door as the Terrible Two race each other to the kitchen. Virgil rubs at his eyes and follows in his pajamas. Sleep is nice, but not as nice as getting to play all day out in the snow. Jeff is already at the stove with the warm smell of cornbread muffins coming from the oven.

“Do I really not have to go to school?” Alan asks.

“Nope!” Gordon’s mouth is full of his first muffin as he pops his ‘p’. Virgil grimaces at the crumbs that go flying. He pours out two glasses of milk for his little brothers before one for himself.

Alan nods with a straight face. “Good. First grade is hard.”

“It’s first grade,” a new voice answers. John is coming down the stairs with his hair a mess and flannel pajama bottoms dragging along the floor.

“First grade is hard,” Jeff answers more to Alan. “And I’m proud of the work you’ve done so far, Allie. You get all of today off to play in the snow.”

“And then chili and cinnamon rolls for dinner?” Virgil and Gordon ask simultaneously, bounding in their seats.

“Well of course! I’m not one to break tradition,” Jeff answers.

Alan looks as though he’s about to explode by the idea. It’s a tradition to have the classic combo every snow day for dinner, but the excitement of it still hasn’t worn off. The whole day will be leading up to that perfect meal and a movie night. Before then, the boys will be playing in the snow. And that is an activity that John and Scott will easily be roped into.

With ideas of snowball fights and dragging each other around on sleds, Virgil kicks his legs under his chair with a humming song. He reaches for one of the warm muffins. Steam, rich with the scent of the cornbread, hits his nose as he tears it open. Virgil butters the inside and shoves the two halves back together for the butter to melt faster.

The youngest two finish first, downing their muffins with vigor. They run off to the hall closet to find their snow gear. John gets settled down into his chair and takes two muffins of his own. If Scott doesn’t wake up soon, there won’t be any muffins left for him.

“Alan! That one’s mine!”

“No it’s not. Those are yours.”

“No it’s not. That one is!”

“No!”

“Yes it is!”

“No!”

“Allie stop being stupid!”

“You, Gordon. No!”

“Yes it- oh. I found mine. Those are yours.”

John snorts. The three in the kitchen had all been eavesdropping in.

“Keep an eye on those two,” Jeff reminds the older boys. John rolls his eyes and Virgil gives a goofy salute. They dump their dirty dishes into the dishwasher and follow Alan and Gordon to the closet. It looked as though a tornado blew through. The basket of gloves and hats had been overturned and scattered about the floor; any garment that was once hanging up is now… not.

Virgil’s own snow pants are a bright purple, hand-me-downs from John who got them from a cousin. He tugs on his snow boots next followed by his gloves, a coat, and his hat from Grandma Sally. Jeff stops him at the door to tie on his scarf before sending him out into the cold.

John’s hot on his tail in his new blaze orange winter jacket. He stops Virgil from hopping off the porch and following the little footprints back behind the shed.

“Fifty bucks says they’re waiting for us with snowballs,” John says with a low voice.

“Those are terrible odds when I know you’re right.”

“Wait here.”

John peeks around the door to the shed. The footprints didn’t look like they led into there, but one can never fully be sure. Virgil watches as he disappears into the shed after deeming it safe. He pops back out with one of the smaller sleds. John hands off the sled to Virgil and squats down near the drifted snow. He packs snowballs with a practiced hand. Virgil stakes the sled down and joins him until they have a mound worthy of a true fight.

John brushes the snow off his gloves. “You want to attack or defend?”

“I’ll throw. You suck at aiming.”

“Do not.” Virgil earns himself a snowball to the stomach for that one. Fair enough.

He laughs and loads up the snowballs into his arms. John wields the sled like a Roman shield in front of his little brother. They stalk forward like cats hunting their prey. The telltale sound of suspicious giggles is not well muffled by the falling snow. Then Gordon is all but yelling “shh!” like Alan is being the loud one.

“Remember, they’re little. They’re easy to knock over,” John whispers with a glint in his eye. Virgil mirrors the look. As long as there aren’t any tears, Virgil knows they won’t get in trouble. After all, a snowball fight means war and the Terrible Two are obviously scheming. A perfect plan.

“Three…” John holds up the makeshift shield.

“Two…” Virgil readies the first snowball. It’s the biggest of the bunch.

“One!”

[antvnger]

I’m trying to read the hunger games prequel the ballad of songbirds and snakes (fantastic book btw, great addition to the original trilogy) and even though it’s in the title I kind of thought it was a metaphor and I don’t like the number of nope ropes in it 😭 there are too many nope ropes. I know that’s probably disproportionate when I’m talking about a story where children are forced to 💀 each other for live tv entertainment … but there’s too many nope ropes I don’t like it

Ewwwww yikes. Nope nope nope. *quickly shakes head* I don’t like the sound of that at all. I’m sorry, Anon. I kinda thought it was a metaphor too.

Ohhhh that means the movie’s gonna have them too….

[rebelwrites]

You Do Make Me Laugh

Chibs Telford x Reader

Requested By @coley0823 and @sweet-texas-girl

Prompt: “I’m fully capable of kicking your ass.”

You were slightly buzzed from the beers, the please was filled with laughter as you gathered around the boxing ring.

For some reason they all thought it was a good idea to see who would beat who, the beer fueling the testosterone.

You were leaning against the ropes, watching your old man and Jax throw fists. There was something about watching Chibs fight you loved. Both guys had a smile on their faces and were laughing as they threw punches.Chibs kutte hanging from your shoulders.

The fight came to an end, Gemma called it when neither one was giving in and if she didn’t one of them would end up in the hospital. Clambering under the ropes you wrapped your arms around Chibs’ neck, grinning at him.

“I wanna fight” You smirked. Hoping that today would be the day he let you in the ring with him.

“Nope” He said tapping your nose “Not happening”

“Oh come on” You huffed “You know it’s because I am fully capable of kicking your ass”

“You know he is just scared because he knows you can kick his ass darlin’” Jax smirked fist bumping you. “I mean you kick my ass”

“Still not happening lass” Chibs said laughing slightly “You do make me laugh”

“Fine” You huffed crossing your arms over your chest with a pout “One day you will let me in that ring with you and that day you do, I will beat your ass old man”

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[zalrb]

tv rewatch: gg edition, ep. 10

“Hey, so has Blair mentioned who’s escorting her?” Nate, you cannot be serious.

“Every time I see her, she’s lighter, she’s happier, she’s less ... ... Blair.” Nate, sit down.

“With my dad in rehab, the pressure is off and I can see Blair clearly” but the pressure wasn’t on for your entire relationship, Nate. Shut up.

“Jenny, what are you even doing here?” Serena, that sounds way more hostile than you intended.

“Oh, hello, mother.” LOL Lily. She is SO unsung.

“Isn’t she’s great?” “She’s ... she’s great, she’s something.” LOL READ BODY LANGUAGE, SERENA.

This Chair makeout is one of my favourites just because in the bloopers, they kept going and going until someone was finally like, “You take your own cue!” and Leighton was like OH!

“And the prince, you know, he’s a great dancer and all.” Lmao, Nate, shut up.

Cece’s manipulation is kind of low stakes tbh, like she uses her illness just to get Serena to do cotillion? 

Blair in jeans! 

Blair texting Chuck while with Nate is pretty cute. Ah, I always get in my Chair feels in the first two seasons.

“Allison, I didn’t expect to see you ... here.” LILY’S SHADE.

Dan in his striped shirt.

His hair is steadily becoming less offensive.

LOL Sebastian Stan in this is always funny now.

“Where were you?” “Where wasn’t he? Gossip Girl even had a designated Carter map on Spotted.” Shouldn’t  you know this, Dan, since, you know, you’re gossip girl?

“I also went pheasant hunting with the sheik while I was there.” I thought you disowned your parents and didn’t have their money?

Jenny’s dress is awful.

“Then you are grounded for a week” “WHAT???” Lol OK, Jenny.

I know I keep saying it but kdramas do class divides so much better. Cece’s speech is too pointed.

“I’ll tell you what’s going on, I just became your escort to the ball.” Lmao  I feel like Dan and Lily are the same person.

“I would just like to say how proud I am of Miss Waldorf and her commitment to Mr. Archibald EVEN THOUGH HE RUINED HER 17TH BIRTHDAY...” this is the most teen thing Chuck has ever done.

I LOVE HOW OLD THE PHONES ARE and they were hot shit back then.

Serena does not look incredible, Dan.

“Serena, that’s what I’m trying to tell you, that woman is the most manipulative person I’ve ever met.” Except for me BECAUSE I’M GOSSIP GIRL.

OK but honestly, what Cece is doing is bullying not manipulation, it’s too direct for it to be manipulation. Telling Lily about that she’s sick so Serena can go to cotillion is manipulative, yes, but the rest of it is just straight up intimidation tactics, she’s using her money as a weapon. They could’ve also gone further with the Lily thing by telling Lily that this is what she wants but she doesn’t want Serena to know that she’s sick so Lily puts her foot down about cotillion and says she has to go or else, thereby making Lily the villain while she remains the cool, free-spirited grandmother because when that DOES happen, it’s too late. It should be an ongoing thing.

“She makes your mother look like Gandhi.” “That’s my grandmother you’re talking about.” LMAO LILY GETS NO LOVE.

“Let’s get Carter on the phone.”

This scene could’ve been better. Dan’s delivery of this revelation was pretty bad because his sarcasm took precedence that he didn’t try to speak to Serena delicately and Serena wasn’t asking the right questions. Dan is like “she offered to buy my dad off so I wouldn’t come tonight” and she’s just like “Nope.” Dan could be like, why would I lie? and Serena could talk about how there could be a mistake, she could call out Dan’s tone and then he leaves and when Cece comes instead of her automatically being like, k time for Carter, she could milk the grandmother routine and say how she’d never do such a thing, she doesn’t understand why he’d lie about this etc. Like manipulation takes a lot more subtlety than what’s going on. This is all way too direct.

Lmao Nate is so unbearable this episode.

“Make it stop, you sound like me.” LMAO, BLAIR.

Chuck is more manipulative than Cece.

Cece does look like she’s about to go catatonic after that “beds as many billionaires as she can” line though. Well done.

How did TVD do a better ball scene than GG?

I also prefer The O.C.’s cotillion. Lmao because it actually tried to look like a legit cotillion.

But The Pierces in the background is pretty atmospheric even though it’s also absolutely ridiculous that they’re performing at a debutante ball.

“SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND.” oh, nate.

“And you said if I did this I could be myself but you don’t really want that do you?” “That’s not entirely true.” I DIED. LILY.

“All you care about when people look at me is what they think of you” but the thing is I need to see this? Like I need to see Lily being directly affected by Serena’s choices, see how society looks at her and their family for this to be more than dialogue.

I totally forgot that Serena had already slept with Carter.

“When I was your age, I would’ve been lucky to find a guy like you. And I kind of did.” That’s his father, Lily.

Also really, what was Rufus like in the past then? Like what kind of rockstar was he?

Oh Chuck, just can’t win.

Serena turning around to see Dan at cotillion is pretty sweet, ngl.

The problem with this cotillion plot line is that it’s too small. Like if this is about legacy and if this is actually about introducing Serena to society then we need to see what cotillion actually means in this world, we need to see how big of a deal it is, one reporter showing up to interview Blair doesn’t mean anything. We need to see Lily’s and Cece’s peers gossip and talk. Also if this is all about how Cece’s values are old-fashioned then either cotillion needs to be the traditional white dress, white gloves ball

or it’s what we see and Cece complains about how modern/contemporary it’s getting.

Chuck is so Chuck. “Hey! Have you seen Blair Waldorf?” reminds me of when I went up to an acquaintance and I didn’t say hi I just asked where my friend was, I was like “Where’s Scott?” and from then on he - the acquaintance - just called me “Where’s Scott?”

Chuck looks genuinely heartbroken at seeing Blair and Nate. *sigh* too bad they get absolutely terrible.

Nate’s grin is so cringe, lol.

Rufly angst! “I never should’ve let you let me go.” DE could never.

APOLOGIZE, YASSSSSSSSSSSSS. SONG IS STILL A BOP DON’T @ ME.

I’m holding on your rope got me ten feet off the grouuuuuuuuuuuuund.

I know this is a Derena moment but what makes it for me is Serena looking at Lily to see if she can go with him and Lily saying yes. It’s a Serena/Lily moment for me.

Oh Blair, Nate doesn’t deserve sex with you.

Chuck, leaving the city, you are so DRAMATIC.

xoxo, zalrb.

[twvstedsouls]

Movie Thoughts: King Kong (2005) / 3rd and final hour of the movie.

WARNING, these are sort of spoilers so if you haven’t watched the movie yet, here’s your warning.

doing this because I have the urge to shout into the void and think I’m kind of funny at times.

WHAT IS THIS MOVIE MAGIC?! There’s no way that Jimmy just shot all those bugs off Jack without shooting him. Tommy guns were unreliable, movie trying to bullshit you into believing they were not. I refuse to accept this, you should too.

HOLY SHIT. CAPTAIN TO THE RESCUE DEUS EX-MACHINA.

Baxter swinging on a rope shooting the insects being a hero: NO. I REFUSE. Not acknowledging this redemption arc, no way.

Random cheer up juggling: I approve. Still think they forgot to add on the comedy genre to this film.

Sunset watching. YES.

AWH He’s made a friend. 🥺❤️

THIS AWESOME INTERACTION:  😂

Captain: That’s the thing about cockroaches, no matter how many times you flush them down the toilet, they always crawl back up the bowl.

Denham: Hey buddy, I’m out of the bowl. I’m drying off my wings and trekking across the lid.

At the same time though...the guy hasn’t seen a single cent promised, and now he’s fucked. I get it. Still will be when he returns, helping a wanted criminal. Captain good guy. Sort of. 

Jack not giving up at finding Ann 🥺LOVE. IT BURNS.

WHY DID DENHAM’S ‘’I’M SORRY’’ SOUND SO OMINOUS AM I MISSING SOMETHING?!

When Ann sees Jack, not believing it’s not a dream, real, really him. SIS, I know you’ve made friends with Kong. But...THIS IS YOUR CHANCE GET OUT OF THERE BITCH. WHAT YOU BEING SLOW FOR?!

That roar: When you lose your friend. 

Jack...did you forget how swimming works? If not, that’s not how you do it.

FOUND THE OMINOUS ‘’I’M SORRY’’! CARL DENHAM YOU BITCH, LOWER THE BRIDGE ALREADY, YOUR FILM IS RUINED QUIT TRYING TO SAVE IT. 

OH. You’re just trying to trap it. Well...that’s dumb. When has trying to trap the giant ass monster ever worked?

Slow motion trying to look like slow motion but looking more like slow mo acting. No. Not in a good way. Plus, it’s taking too damn long.

Captain good guy is now captain profit guy.

Okay. Hold up. How the hell did they manage to tie the rope around those big boulders if they’re that heavy. And why does it look so perfect.

Kong: NO ONE MESSES WITH MY FRIEND.

Ann: It’s me he wants! So?! Just get in the boats and go, he didn’t go after you and jack when you jumped in the river, I doubt he’ll follow you into the ocean.

DAMN. He really just bit a guy’s head off.

Ann: Go back. HE WOULDN’T EVEN BE CHASING YOU ALL OF YOU IF YOU HADN’T FREAKED OUT AND KEPT FREAKING OUT!

OH NO! JIMMY CAN’T SWIM! He better live or I’m coming for you Kong.

Awww, Kong holding out his hand to Ann and that little whine. 🥺

THAT expression on Jack’s face as he witnessed it all, he understands now. Awesome acting by Naomi Scott and Adrien Brody.

BUT at the same time: HE’S JUST SLEEPING, HE DIDN’T DIE. YEEZ. RELAX PEOPLE.

Denham: The whole world will pay to see this. We’re millionaires boys!

Excuse me...What?

PRESTON’S BACK! Is he going to do a good guy thing? he looks like he’s about to do a good guy thing.

Jack’s expressions and the narration flashback scene to their conversation on the boat during the comedy play 🥺 THIS IS AMAZING.

And that’s when he told you how he felt? 

No, He never said it.

He never said it?!

He probably thought he didn’t need to say it.

Well, then how does she know that it’s real?

He said it was not about the words.

Oh, please!

If you feel it, you say it.  

He said we’d talk about it later.

Only, there was no later.

It never happened. 🥺❤️

My writer’s heart is beating loudly, this is just so, so, so good. And romantic ❤️

Almost put the entire scene in, that’s how much I love it.

SERIOUSLY FUCK DENHAM. I thought the Captain was the worst, or Baxter, but am now seeing it’s neither of them (though baxter comes a close second), it’s Denham. Since he’s there too, working with Denham.

POOR KONG. 😭

FUCK THE AUDIENCE TOO.

Ann not having a part in any of that tomfoolery. BRAVO!

WHY is the audience so dumb. Like can’t you see the difference between a performance and a wild animal about to break out? Plus, how deaf is that dude? Jack doesn’t want your seat man, he’s trying to save your life.

The women in the audience are the first to think something is off. That’s awesome. If he says it’s fine, and you have a feeling in your gut it isn’t, honey, just grab your bag and run, you’ll be doing yourself a favor.

Baxter sneaking off. I SEE YOU ���

How the camera just goes to the guy who didn’t want to leave his seat. HAHAHA. CLASSIC. 😂

LOL. Kong throwing the girl away like that. That’s a human being sir. A crappy human being, but still.

OH DAMN. That dude getting crushed by Kong landing on him with that jump.

Police officer: Everybody slow down! LOL. NOPE.

HAHAHA. Jack what are you still there for? Like seriously? Did you wait for everyone to leave the theatre (leaving you the only target) and then not expect Kong to come after you?

OH. Denham is still there. Kong, think it through next time. 

Traffic is scary.

Kong doing donuts. 

When a stranger slaps your butt. Payback 1000000% Kong style.

What’s the plan Ann? What’s the plan?

Backwards driving. Cool. 

No way is a taxi faster than a giant ape monster.

Jack if you’re trying to get it away from people you’re doing a shit job.

That shot of Ann walking towards Kong. Beautiful.

Lights in trees that look suspiciously like christmas trees. Is King Kong a christmas movie?

Gorilla/Human Ice skating and laughing. What. kind. of. movie. is. this.

THE ARMY IS HERE. 

Kong just put her down, you can handle a bullet or two, Ann can’t.

WAS THAT A ROCKET LAUNCHER?!?!

Jack’s back. I thought he’d be out cold longer.

DAMN. He can run.

YESSSS. Another sunset.

Those are some nice looking planes.

Kong is hurt 🥺

Nobody past this point! You can’t go in there! Lol, officer, really? It’s Jack. He’ll just go, (if he had time for it and was petty): You can’t tell me what to do!

Damn Jack, that kick. Nothing’s stopping you, is there?

Scary ladder on the outside of the building. No thanks.

O M G. Stop fucking staring at each other, there’s a limit okay? And not exactly the right time now, is it? Ann? Kong? Ann?

More staring. STOP.

Get to Ann and Jack already. No offence Kong.

[teenwolffanclub-me]

Season 1, Episode 9: Wolf’s Bane

Hey there beautiful reader! If you’re new here, this is a series I’m writing where each chapter is an episode from the first season of Teen Wolf. If you’ve been here before, hey! I missed you! Previous and future chapters are linked at the end of each part if you want to catch up.

Pairing: Stiles x Psychic! Reader (eventually)

Notes: This ended up being way longer than I anticipated, but I lost all self control while writing. Someone please stop me before this turns into an entire full length novel about Teen Wolf...

P.S. Derek is resurrected just long enough to be helpful, Y/N gets a lesson in seeing the future, and we finally identify the alpha (which is, of course, groundbreaking information for us all)

                                                      ————————

My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag as I walked through the doors of the high school. My stomach was in knots. It had been for days, actually. It’d gotten all twisted up last Friday, after I drove Allison and Jackson home, somehow managing to only get worse with each passing day.

To say that I was dreading today would be the worlds most massive understatement.

I wasn’t looking forward to seeing anyone. Not Allison, because the guilt I felt every time I looked at her was starting to eat me alive. Not Lydia or Jackson, because they’re both way too self-absorbed to be around when you’re feeling down. And I absolutely, definitely, one hundred percent would not be talking to Scott or Stiles.

As if on cue, my eyes landed on Scott’s dejected frame as I neared my locker. He was leaning against it, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His eyes rose from the tiled floor to meet mine, and I stopped.

Nope.

I turned on my heel and speed walked the other way. I would gladly carry my things around all day over talking to him right now. He called my name, but I continued as if I hadn’t heard him. Within seconds, he was at my side. 

I let out a frustrated huff. I thought I could outrun him longer than that.

“Hey! You can’t just ignore me for an entire weekend.” He hissed the words out in a rush, as if he had any right to be angry with me.

He’d been ridiculously persistent about apologizing. I’d gotten so many texts and calls from him that I had to eventually just turn my phone off. When I did that, he showed up at my house. I was pretty sure he stayed out there for a couple hours on Saturday, but I locked myself in my room upstairs, so I wasn’t positive.

My jaw clenched as I forced my gaze to stay on the hall in front of me. He kept up with my quick pace easily, unrelenting. I felt his eyes boring into the side of my head, urging me to respond.

I had so much to say, but no idea how to get the words out. I was still furious with him. He’d ruined whatever I had with Stiles in the most spectacularly dickish way and, to top it off, nearly killed me. Like, how the fuck do you even begin talking about that?

“Will you at least tell me if you’re okay? Y/N!” At the harsh snap of my name, I spun around to face him with a glare.

He staggered back a step, an arm raising defensively, and stared at me with wide eyes.

“You want me to talk to you? Then tell me what the hell is going on.” My voice was hard with days-long built up anger.

“What do you mean?” He just blinked, trying to look innocent, and I scoffed.

“You’ve been keeping things from me.” I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows expectantly.

It was absurdly obvious at this point. He and Stiles both knew way more about well, everything, than I did. The alpha. The full moon. Jackson. I could just feel it. I was being kept out of the loop, despite them constantly roping me into their supernatural problems.

They either needed to start giving me all the information, or just leave me out of it entirely.

He looked like he was about to argue, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he thought better of it with a heavy sigh. He glanced away briefly to scan the bustling hallway before finding my eyes again. “To protect you.”

A rush of air left my lungs in a harsh scoff. Was he actually serious right now?

“I don’t need protection.” I snapped, appalled that he would even try that excuse. I didn’t need him deciding what was best for me, or what information was safe to tell me. “I need to know what’s happening!”

“I can’t...” His voice broke regretfully, his eyes rounding with sadness. There was an internal conflict raging behind them, but the wrong side was winning.

My heart tugged painfully as I blinked back a few frustrated tears. I didn’t let myself get emotional over the weekend. I don’t know why, I just couldn’t. There was still too much to process. It was like I was being forced to complete a puzzle for my life with only a third of the pieces available.

Ultimately, it felt like he didn’t trust me. After everything I’d helped him and Stiles with, I deserved to be an equal partner. Not someone they call when no one else can help because they don’t know he’s a werewolf. Not someone they keep at arms length.

“Then maybe we can’t be friends.” My voice was barely above a whisper as I choked the words out.

I didn’t want to believe that it’d already come to that. He and Stiles were the first people in all the places I’ve lived that never judged me. Our friendship had been surprisingly organic, despite the way it started. I’d never felt like an outsider.

Well, until they started keeping secrets from me.

I stuck around just long enough to catch the crestfallen look on his face before I turned and walked away.

I tugged a hand through my hair and tried to collect myself as I neared my first period class. The break from my problems was short lived, since I share it with him, Stiles, and Allison. My eyes immediately found Stiles as soon as I walked through the classroom door. He was leaning back in his seat, balancing a pencil between his two pointer fingers.

His eyes slowly rose to meet mine and he perked up with a jolt, the pencil clattering to the floor. I looked away, already feeling my resolve crumble at the sight of his big, honey eyes. I slid into my desk which was, unfortunately, right behind him.

I bent down to place my bag onto the tiles beside my feet, taking my time rummaging through its contents to find my English folder. When I eventually sat upright, I reeled back at the sight of Stiles turned around to face me.

One of his plaid covered arms was slung across the back of his chair, his fingers tapping anxiously on the corner of my desk. He looked at me with rounded, hopeful eyes. I swallowed as my heart skipped a beat at the sight. I needed to hold it together. I was mad at him.

“Can we talk?” He murmured timidly as his eyes swept over my face.

I’d gotten a handful of messages from him over the weekend, too, but he’d given me more room to breathe than Scott. Before I could even fully process his question, a harsh voice drew my attention away from him. 

“Y/N, what the hell?” Allison plopped into her seat beside me, her eyes narrowed in annoyance. “You didn’t answer me all weekend. How are you doing?”

Shit. I’d honestly forgotten about the few texts she’d sent after I turned my phone off. A moment later, Scott walked into the room, eyes firmly planted on the floor. I sunk down into my chair, feeling like the walls were closing in around me. I couldn’t face them all at once right now.

Allison threw a hand up in exasperation and I chewed on my bottom lip anxiously. I had to say something.

“I’m...fine.” Yeah, that didn’t sound remotely close to believable, even to my own ears.

I was fine, though. Mostly. The pain in my leg had dissipated enough that some Advil in the morning made it bearable throughout the day. Emotionally, though? I hadn’t even began working through everything. Scott slowly sat at his desk right in front of Allison, shoulders slumped.

“Are you sure? You literally flew like twenty feet in the air.” Her eyes were wide with concern as she watched me closely. Man, I really am the worst friend in the world for ignoring her. If something like that happened to her, I’d be worried sick.

I saw Scott stiffen from the corner of my eye. 

“Whoa, wait a minute. Back up. What are we talking about here?” Stiles’ eyes twitched before jumping back and forth between us.

I let my gaze flicker back to him, surprised. He didn’t know? I glanced at Scott, chest tightening at his guilt ridden expression. Well, I guess there’s my answer.

“Sorry.” Allison mouthed the word silently with a grimace before turning toward the front of the room.

“Hey. Yeah. Stiles talking. What the hell?” I rested my elbows on my desk and rubbed at my temples, letting my eyes fall closed.

It was way too early for all of this. It wasn’t my job to tell him that his best friend almost killed me. We weren’t even on speaking terms right now. Plus, I couldn’t say anything in front of Allison anyway. I was stuck, and I could feel his eyes watching me closely.

“Alright everyone, let’s get started.” Our teacher walked into the room and threw his stuff onto his desk loudly.

I peaked up through my arms, watching as Stiles’ eyes narrowed and lingered on mine for a long moment. He pursed his lips and hesitated before finally turning his back to me. I let out a relieved breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

This was going to be such a long day.

                                                         ————————

I walked into the cafeteria, feeling emotionally exhausted. I’d spent the first half of the day avoiding anyone who tried talking to me. After class this morning, I was even more aware of the fact that I didn't have the mental capacity to deal with my problems right now. 

My eyes instantly landed on Scott and Stiles, who were sitting by themselves. I let my gaze wander over the room until I found Allison and Lydia. They were sitting clear on the opposite end, which was a little overkill, if you ask me.

It was weird to see our friend group so separated, but Allison and Scott were still barely speaking, and Jackson was M.I.A because he decided to break up with Lydia via text this morning. 

While I wasn't the least bit surprised, and honestly glad to be rid of him, she was still devastated. I headed in their direction, not looking forward to repairing another broken heart, when I heard something that made me stop. 

“Scott. Can you hear me? You can, can’t you?” It was Jackson, standing in a corner by the vending machines. 

My brows furrowed as I followed his intense gaze to where Scott and Stiles sat. Scott was whispering something frantically, looking panicked. 

“Are you trying to pretend not to hear me?” Jackson sounded way too smug for his own good, which honestly wasn’t unusual. 

Scott snapped at Stiles across the room, who just threw his hands up with a shrug.

“So what else can you do? Huh? Can you see better? Are you stronger? More powerful? I knew there was no way you suddenly got that good at lacrosse. Which means you’re actually a cheater, aren't you? I mean, can you even play lacrosse?”

I watched as Scott’s jaw clenched angrily, my heart dropping into my stomach at his words. His fingers tightened around the water bottle he was holding, his entire arm trembling with barely contained rage. 

“I bet my new co-captain is going to score a bunch of shots tonight. Aren’t you? And while you’re pretending you’re not a lying cheat, I’m gonna ruin your life if you don't give me what I want. You know what I’m going to start with? Her.”

My eyes flickered toward Allison, who was laughing at something Lydia said, blissfully unaware of what was happening. “I’m going to destroy any chance you have left with her. And when I’m done with that, I’m going to get her alone, and get my hands all over that tight little body...”

Oh, my God. Okay. I did not need to hear anymore of that. I started walking toward Scott and Stiles briskly, my heart racing. 

Jackson knows. How the hell does he know? Why didn't they tell me he knows?

A few seconds later, I stumbled to a halt in front of their table. Stiles looked up at me with wide eyes, lips parting mid-chew. I ignored him, putting a hand on the table and leaning down so there were only a few inches between Scott and I. 

“Did you tell Jackson?” I hissed quietly, sounding way more freaked out than I meant to. 

He sat there for a few moments, his jaw tensing repeatedly as he tried to tune him out. His eyes flickered up to mine, intense anger swirling inside them. “No. How do you even—it doesn’t matter. That’s the least of my worries right now.”

“That’s the least of your worries?” My voice rose with surprise. Just how much had they been keeping from me?

He squeezed his eyes shut and leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh. I turned my head and saw that Jackson had disappeared. 

“So...are you talking to me again?” His tone had lost some of it’s edge, but I could tell he was still fuming internally. 

I stood up straight and squared my shoulders. I’d nearly forgotten that I was supposed to be ignoring them. “No. I just...” 

“If you were...would you help me with something?” He looked hopeful, and I took a moment to consider it. 

“No.” Stiles interjected before I had a chance to respond. He glared at Scott before his hard eyes moved to me. “No. You’re not getting involved.” 

My mouth dropped open in surprise. Who the hell did he think he was? He had no right to tell me what to do. In fact, his dismissal only made me want to do it more.

“I’ll help.” I narrowed my eyes at Stiles angrily before moving my attention to Scott. “If you tell me everything that’s going on.”

He pursed his lips, looking thoughtful. A jolt of hope rose through my chest. 

“No way. Not gonna happen.” Stiles scoffed, his tray clattering against the table as he slammed his water bottle down onto it. 

My eyes jerked back to him, my jaw clenching. “Stilinski, I swear to—”

“Y/N.” Scott interrupted, his voice soft. “He’s actually right. It’s better this way.”

I stood there for a moment, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. I couldn't believe they were being so stubborn about this. It seemed like things had shifted so suddenly. One day, I was helping them with everything and the next, I’m being left out entirely. 

“Fine. I’ll find out myself.” I huffed and turned on my heel, stalking away from them and right through the doors. 

I didn't stop until I stomped my way out into the parking lot. I was beyond over their secrets and lies. I wanted answers, and I knew where to get them. I wasn’t exactly jumping at the chance to do what I was about to do, but this person said they’d help me once before. 

I just hoped the offer was still good. 

                                                             ———————

I looked up at the house and let out a long sigh, shaking my arms at my sides to get rid of some of the nerves vibrating through me. I can do this. 

It’s not scary. It’s not scary. It’s not—

I nearly jumped out of my skin as something rustled in a nearby tree, but felt my shoulders sag with relief as a squirrel ran across the ground in front of me. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to gather enough courage to get closer. 

I forced myself up the rickety porch steps, one foot in front of the other. My hand came up and lightly rapped on the front door. The second my knuckles connected with the chipped wood, it swung open with a loud squeal. 

I peaked my head inside, squinting through the darkness that blanketed the entrance despite it being the middle of the day. “Derek?”

It didn’t look like he was here. It didn't look like anything living had been here for awhile, actually. Almost every surface in the house was covered by a thin layer of dust, broken furniture cluttering the space. I took a tentative step inside, my heartbeat rising as I glanced around. Truthfully, I was still terrified of the guy, but he’d saved me from Scott a few days ago. I knew he couldn't be all bad. 

The floorboards creaked at the top of the stairs, and my head whipped in that direction. My eyes scanned the area as best they could through the dark, but didn’t find anything. I tried to steady my breathing as I continued forward. Another sound made me whirl around, but once again, I was alone. Okay. Maybe this was a bad idea. I should just leave. 

I turned toward the door, and immediately let out a startled scream at the sight of a tall figure standing right in front of me. 

“Y/N.” Derek greeted, his voice entirely too level. 

I put a hand on my chest and tried to catch my breath. “Goddamn. Do you always have to do that?”

His eyes wandered over my face skeptically, his lips pressed into a firm line. I took a small step back, my shoulders tensing. Even if I knew he wasn’t completely evil, he was still scary as shit. 

“What exactly are you doing here?” 

“You’ve been helping Scott, right?” I wheezed out, deciding to get right to business. He just stared at me blankly, so I continued. “Well he hasn't really been honest with me lately, and I want answers.”

His thick brows pulled together as he took a slow step toward me. “And you thought I would give them to you?” 

I scrambled back again, watching him closely. I wasn't even sure if he was trying to be intimidating. His whole aura was just...a lot. It was the leather jacket he always wore, and the scowl that seemed permanently etched into his face. Not to mention the fact that he somehow always found a way to emerge from the shadows. 

“I...I don't know.” I stammered, losing the small bit of confidence I had. 

“I would say, if Scott doesn't want you involved, it’s probably for a good reason.” His hazel eyes stayed locked onto mine. They were almost impossible to read. 

It was obvious he wasn't going to tell me anything. I couldn’t even pretend to be surprised. I knew it was a long shot. I figured, though, that while I was here I should bring up something else that’d been nagging at me...

“A few weeks ago, you said you could help me learn control.” I rushed the words out, my skin prickling with anxiety.

He studied me for a moment, his eyes narrowing slowly. “So?”

“So...” I drawled, squaring my shoulders in an effort to look confident. “Help me.”

                                                          ———————

“Y/N, just concentrate.” 

I blew out a frustrated huff and let my eyes pop open. 

“What do you think I’ve been doing for the last hour?” I snapped, sagging back into the dilapidated couch we sat on. 

Derek had been trying to help me “vision”, as he called it, for what felt like an eternity. I wasn’t getting anywhere despite his advice. He apparently knew a lot about almost every supernatural creature there was. Not that I fell into that category. I was more like...supernatural adjacent. 

He’d made sure I knew that I was still human, but I was already well aware. There’s no super strength or heightened reflexes going on here. Just bad dreams and occasional sleepwalking. 

“You need to find something that helps you get control. We call it an anchor.” He insisted from beside me, resting his elbows on his knees and gesturing with his hands. 

“An anchor.” I said slowly, trying the word out for myself.

He nodded and rose to his feet suddenly. “It can be a feeling, a memory, an object...even a person. It’s just something that helps you concentrate and focus your power.”

I watched as he walked across the room and crouched down a few feet away. He inspected the floor for a few moments before picking something up and striding back to where I sat. He held his hand out, palm facing the ceiling, and my face scrunched in confusion. 

“Why are you giving me a rock?” My gaze flickered back up to his face and he rolled his eyes impatiently. It was the first actual emotion—other than anger—I’d ever seen him express.

“It’s just a physical object to help you. Try to think about something that makes you feel a strong emotion.” I studied the small stone skeptically, but eventually took it from him.

I rolled it around in my palm, trying to wrack my brain for anything that could cause a reaction. I went over the past few weeks, letting my eyes fall closed. 

I thought about mom, and how she’d packed up her entire life several times just so I could have a chance at a normal life. I thought about how quickly Allison and I had become friends, and how horrible it was that I was still keeping everything from her. I thought about Lydia, and wondered if she would ever stop pretending to be a moron. And Jackson, well, I was pretty sure there were no redeeming qualities beneath his superficial exterior. 

Then, my mind wandered to Scott. Ever since that first night I moved into the house next to his, he’d been a constant in my life. For better or worse. I’d helped him through so many ridiculous situations. Digging up Derek’s sister, avoiding death at the hands of Allison’s family, and running from the alpha to name a few. He’d been there for me countless times, too. 

And lastly...there was Stiles. My heart twisted painfully at the thought of him, my face falling into a grimace. 

“There.” Derek spoke up suddenly, making me jump. My eyes fluttered open to look at him in question. “Whatever you just did was working.”

My skin exploded with heat as embarrassment rushed through me, even though he had no idea what I’d been thinking about. Great. My anchor is a spastic teenage boy who spends most of his time lying to me. 

“Try again.” Derek insisted and sat back down on the other end of the couch. I let out a long sigh. 

Here goes nothing.

My eyes slipped closed and I let my mind wander back to Stiles. I replayed our most significant moments together. Like all the times he protected me at the school that night we were trapped, and the way he’d kissed me out of relief when I didn't get eaten alive. Then there were the two times we’d shared a bed. Those were the only nights I’d managed to escape my vivid, and sometimes terrifying dreams since moving here. 

I thought back to last week and felt my lips pull into a frown. All my recent memories of him had been tarnished by the secrets he was keeping. 

My fingers clenched around the rock. It suddenly felt like my senses were dulling. My brows furrowed as I started to drift off. It didn’t feel like I was falling asleep, just that I wasn’t fully conscious in the present. My mind was going somewhere else. 

My skin slowly went numb. My ears rang as the sound of Derek’s shuffling beside me drifted into nothingness. The ground shifted beneath me and my eyes jerked open.

I froze, my breath catching in my throat as shock surged through me. I was standing in the middle of a field. It was dark, the only illumination coming from the massive overhead spotlights. My head whipped from side to side as I tried to figure out exactly where I was.

It was...the lacrosse field? At school? I took a few tentative steps forward, arms wrapping around myself as the frigid air bit into my skin. 

What the hell was this? I was just in Derek’s house a second ago. Was I hallucinating or something?

I let out a shuddering breath, a cloud of condensed air fanning my face. Just then, a bloodcurdling scream sounded from behind me. I spun on my heel painfully fast, but immediately stiffened at the sight on the other end of the field.

There was someone crumpled on the turf, covered in blood. I moved forward slowly, feeling a strong urge to see who it was. The only thing I could hear was the hammering of my own heart in my ears. There wasn’t a single other soul around, adding to the eerie emptiness.

It felt like it took days to reach the body. When I got close enough to see their face, though, I broke out into a sprint.

It was Lydia.

She was wearing what looked like a formal dress, blood splattered across her torso. I fell onto my knees beside her, hands shaking as they gripped her shoulders. I turned her onto her back and brushed big clumps of strawberry blonde hair away from her face.

I couldn’t tell if she was breathing. My eyes flickered down to her side and I reeled back at the sight of deep bite marks just above her hip. With a grimace, I bent over her body and placed my ear against her chest to try and hear a heartbeat.

Oh, God. Please have a heartbeat.

I froze at the sound of rustling from the tree line nearby. My gaze slowly lifted, landing on two glowing red eyes in the shadows.

Only this time, they were attached to a man.

With a harsh gasp, my eyes popped open. I sputtered out a few coughs and felt a steadying hand at my back, pulling me up into a sitting position. My eyes moved around frantically as I tried to get my bearings.

My shoulders sagged as I realized I was back in Derek’s house. Had I even left? What the hell was that? When did I lay down?

He leaned close, his eyes searching mine. “What did you see?”

I blinked, trying to process what the hell just happened. I’d never experienced anything like that in my life. It felt so real. 

“Lydia.” I gasped, my chest heaving with labored breaths.

I put a hand over my heart, trying to steady it. My head jerked from side to side as I took in the dusty floors and broken walls around me. I wasn’t fully convinced that I was actually here. 

“Okay, good.” Derek nodded encouragingly, and my eyes snapped back to his. “What was she doing?”

My mouth opened and closed a few times as I tried to gather my thoughts. I finally got my breathing under control, but my heart was still clattering in my chest painfully. It felt like I’d just been in a dream, but it wasn't like any dream I’d ever had before. My stomach twisted painfully. I knew exactly what it was, but that meant...

“Y/N.” He urged, eyes still studying my every move. 

“I—” I swallowed, trying to collect myself. “I think she was dead.”

                                                          ———————

This plan was beyond stupid. 

I was sitting in the passenger seat of Derek’s car, which was parked in front of the long term care section of the hospital. Since he’d helped me earlier, I agreed to do him a favor. Apparently that meant I’d be talking to his comatose uncle’s nurse. 

He told me that Stiles had traced the weird text Allison got that night we were stuck in the school, and it came from a computer here while logged into Ms. McCall’s account. The fact that I knew nothing about any of this made me ten times angrier with him. 

“And what is Scott doing again?” I sighed, unbuckling my seatbelt. 

“Stealing Allison’s necklace.” Derek deadpanned, as if it should’ve been obvious. 

“Right. Of course, because it has a symbol on it that your sister left as a clue for you...”

I glanced over at him and he nodded slowly, face as stoic as ever. I swear this guy has never smiled a day in his life. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”

I popped the car door open and stepped outside, letting my eyes slowly scan the building. I swallowed nervously and stole one last glance at Derek over my shoulder. His eyebrows rose expectantly and I forced myself to turn back around.

I had a bad feeling deep in my gut, but tried to ignore it as I hesitantly stepped toward the door. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and let out a long breath. This was fine. Just because I was doing a favor for a slightly terrifying werewolf, didn’t mean I was going to get hurt.

I pulled the door open and took a few tentative steps inside. When I noticed a moment later that the place was completely deserted, I froze. There wasn’t a single other person around, nothing but eerie silence filling the space. It was late, yeah, but there should be someone here. 

“Uh...hello?” I called, hoping the nurses were just on break nearby or something.

When I got no response, I continued forward slowly. I scanned the area quickly, trying to find any signs of life. The unusual stillness made the hairs on my arms stand up straight with apprehension. I peered through the glass above the welcome desk to my left, trying to find anything useful.

Well, as long as no one is around...

I jogged around the desk and jiggled the mouse beside the computer. The screen hummed to life and I glanced up quickly to make sure I was still alone, before clicking through the open tabs until I found the patient database.

I hastily typed Peter Hale—the name of Derek’s uncle—and quickly scanned his file. I found his room number easily and shut the computer down before going on my way.

As soon as I turned the corner, though, I ran smack into a hard chest. I let out a surprised yelp and stumbled over my own feet, the other person rearing back with a dramatic flail of their arms.

“Jesus! What are you doing here?” Stiles practically yelled, his voice a mixture of anger and shock as he looked at me with wide eyes.

Well, damn. I wasn’t expecting that. 

“What are you doing here?” I leaned toward him and hissed, my voice a harsh whisper despite us being the only people around. “You’re supposed to be starting tonight.”

His eyes lit up with surprise and I felt a blush creep up my neck. I’d heard from Lydia that he’d been promoted to first line on the lacrosse team. It wasn’t like I was keeping tabs on him or anything, but he’d been hoping for this all year, so I was confused to see him here instead. The game should be starting any minute.

“I’m just...checking something out.” He stuttered, one of his hands coming up to scratch at the back of his head.

I rolled my eyes and turned on my heel, ready to walk away from him. He just couldn’t stop lying to me. It didn’t matter anyway. I had a mission to accomplish and I shouldn’t be wasting time by talking to him.

I only made it a few steps before a gentle hand gripped my elbow.

“Hey,” He called softly, and I hesitated a moment before turning to face him. “Scott told me what happened. Are you okay?”

I let my eyes trail over him slowly. He still wore the white undershirt and blue plaid button-up he’d had on at school, but had added his black jacket on top. The same one he’d let me borrow a few times before. He was studying me with his big, caramel eyes.

He looked and sounded like the same Stiles, but something felt different between us. After the events of the last few days, it was like there was a roadblock whenever we tried talking. We were more distant than we’d ever been, and it didn’t sit right in my chest.

I opened my mouth to respond, but paused when my phone started ringing loudly in my back pocket. I tugged my arm out of his hold and quickly pulled it out of my back pocket, scoffing when I saw Derek’s name on the screen.

“What?” I sighed, hoping he didn’t need me to do anything else. I wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible.

“Did you find her?” He rushed the words out quickly, sounding anxious.

My eyes flickered to Stiles, who was watching me closely, his brows pinched in confusion. I just walked around him and started toward Peter’s room. I heard his quick footsteps as he trailed after me, but tried my best to ignore him.

“No one is here.” I finally made it to his room and stopped in the doorway. It was empty, too.

“What?” Derek barked, voice rising.

“What do you mean, what? His nurse isn’t here, and he’s gone too. Are you sure this—”

“Y/N, you have to get out of there. Right now. It’s him. He’s the alpha! Get out!”

I staggered back a step at his frantic yelling and let my arm fall down to my side, ending the call. My heart lurched in my chest as I heard shuffling from around the corner.

“Was that Derek?” Stiles snapped anxiously behind me. “Did he just say—”

“Well, hello there.” My head jerked to the side at the sudden voice, my eyes widening as they landed on a man who was leaning against the wall a few feet away.

He was partially cloaked in darkness, but I could make out that he was tall and had shaggy brown hair. His lips twitched up into a slow smirk and I noticed that half of his face was covered in nasty looking scars. I could only assume that it was Peter.

Stiles suddenly gripped my hand and tugged me down the hall with him as he started running away. We only made it a few steps before a nurse appeared out of nowhere, stepping into our path. We stumbled back, nearly crashing right into her.

“What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over.” She practically snarled with a sinister smile.

“You...” Stiles pointed at her with a shaky hand, looking between her and Peter frantically. “And him...you’re the one...oh my—and he’s the...oh my God, we’re gonna die.”

Just then, Derek stepped around the corner and smashed his elbow into the nurse’s face. I staggered back with a gasp, not expecting the violent move. She crumpled to the floor in a heap, passed out cold. I just stared at her body with wide eyes.

“Oh, that’s not nice...” My head whipped around as Peter drawled lazily. “That’s my nurse.”

“She’s a psychotic bitch helping you kill people.” Derek took a threatening step forward, his face a hardened mask of anger. “Get out of the way.”

He hadn’t even so much as glanced at us as he muttered the words, but it was obvious who he was talking to. Stiles wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest before sliding us to the floor. I pressed my back into the wall, my body trembling with fear.

“You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?” Peter strode toward Derek quickly, hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Stiles murmured, causing my eyes to snap up toward him. He had one arm wrapped around me, the other propped up against the wall caging me in safely. His eyes flickered over me quickly as if surveying for signs of damage. 

Derek suddenly growled loudly, and I peered around Stiles’ shoulder just in time to see his eyes flashing bright blue as he snarled, his canines extending. He jumped up, using a wall as leverage, and pounced on Peter. He easily shook him off, spinning around to slam his back into the wall next to where we were still crouched.

A chunk of the molding snapped off, dust and drywall sprinkling down onto us. Stiles and I instantly scrambled away as fast as possible. He grabbed my hand tightly, our fingers weaving together as he hauled me to my feet. We nearly trampled over the nurse’s body, but stumbled back just in time to step around her.

Peter leaned down and gripped Derek by the throat before pulling him up off the tiled floor. He strode forward, pulling Derek along with him as he made his way down the hall toward us. Stiles and I stumbled backward with each quick step he took. 

My heart was pounding in my throat as I tried to get control over my breathing. Derek’s hands came up to claw at Peter’s arm as his legs kicked wildly, looking for any leverage to escape.  

“My mind, my personality, were literally burned out of me. I was acting on pure instinct.” He suddenly released his hand and Derek slammed to the floor with a pained groan. 

“You want forgiveness?” Derek roared, jumping to his feet and landing a hard punch to Peter’s jaw. 

He easily deflected his next attempt and headbutted Derek harshly. He stumbled back a few steps, and Peter used this to his advantage as he kicked him harshly in the chest. “I want understanding.”

Derek flew several feet in the air before crashing to the floor and sliding all the way down the hall until he lay crumpled at our feet. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and spit out a mouthful of blood. I suddenly realized we were back in the main waiting area, and pulled Stiles by his hand that was still entwined with mine. We kneeled down behind the desk as the two werewolves continued fighting in front of us.

“Do you have any idea what it was like for me during those years? Slowly healing, cell by cell, even more slowly coming back to consciousness.” Peter wandered his way forward slowly, menacingly. “Yes, becoming an alpha, taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can’t help that.”

Derek rose to his feet and swung his arms wildly. It was obvious that Peter’s words had struck a cord in him. He easily blocked each punch before gripping Derek’s wrist tightly and effortlessly snapping the bone. He let out a pained roar and I flinched as the sound echoed through the room. 

“I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you.” Peter released Derek’s arm before fisting the sides of his leather jacket and throwing him over the desk. 

He smashed through the glass barrier, pointed shards raining down on us as he landed harshly on the floor beside our crouched position. Stiles spazzed out next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders frantically and tucking my head into his chest before leaning his body over mine. My chest swelled at the protective gesture. 

Heavy silence blanketed the room for a long moment. I let out a shaky breath, trying to stay as still as possible. Stiles shifted over me and I peeked around him to see what was going on. Derek started crawling away from us slowly, looking seriously injured.

“We have to do something.” I gasped, heart racing painfully in my chest. 

Stiles looked down at me with wide eyes, like I’d lost my mind. “Yeah. We’re getting the hell out of here.”

Before I could protest, he pulled me to my feet. Neither werewolf even spared us a glance as we bolted out the front doors. I didn’t want to leave Derek in there. It didn’t feel right. I wasn’t sure what I could do to help, but there had to be something. 

Stiles dragged me all the way to his Jeep and wrenched the passenger door open. I just stood there, frozen. 

“Y/N. Get in!” He yelled, his eyes wide with urgency. 

“He’s gonna die in there.” My voice quivered as I looked back toward the hospital.

Stiles tilted his head up to the sky in exasperation before looking at me with narrowed eyes. “He’ll be fine. He’s surprisingly hard to kill.”

He jerked his arm forward, gesturing for me to get in, and I chewed on my bottom lip nervously. I knew there was nothing I could do, but I wanted so badly to help. I stole one last glance at the building and let out a heavy sigh, sliding into the car begrudgingly. Stiles slammed the door closed behind me and ran around the hood before jumping into the driver’s seat. 

A moment later, he sped out of the parking lot. We didn’t say a single word the entire ride home. 

We’d been sitting here, in front of my house, for the last several minutes. Thick tension crackled in the air between us, but we were both too stubborn to be the first one to break. I sat there for a few more seconds, indecision clawing at my insides. I wasn't exactly jumping to talk to him, but part of me didn't want to leave him, either. 

Something about his presence was calming. Even as we sat here in tense silence, I knew it was better than being alone. But we couldn’t stay like this all night. With a dejected sigh, I reached for my seatbelt, but paused when he spoke up unexpectedly.

“You know, I’ve been trying my best to keep you out of this stuff.” His words were sharp as his fingers tightened around the steering wheel until his knuckles went white.

I turned toward him slowly, relaxing back into my seat. “I never asked you to do that.”

“Do you know how many times I’ve almost died in the last couple months?” His jaw clenched as his eyes swept in my direction. Their normal amber color had darkened as several intense emotions swirled inside them. Frustration, anger, worry. “Everyone who’s involved with the supernatural keeps almost dying. We aren’t going to stay this lucky.”

“Then let’s not rely on luck anymore. We can learn to take care of ourselves.” I insisted, leaning toward him slightly. 

I was tired of taking a backseat in all of this. Today, for the first time, I felt like I was truly a part of the team. Even though I had to go through Derek to get here, it was so much better than being kept in the dark. 

“I’m too busy worrying about you to take care of anything else.” His voice was barely above a whisper as his eyes flickered around my face before looking away.

I just stared at him in confusion. “Why would you worry about me?” 

Out of all the people in his life, I should be at the bottom of the list. Hell, I shouldn't even be on the list. 

“You’re joking, right? You keep showing up in places you shouldn’t be. You’re constantly almost getting hurt. You sleepwalk into the woods half the time and—and I’m terrified that one of these days I’m gonna be too late to help.” 

He rushed the words out, his eyes wide and intense. He was giving me this look, like I was the most important person in the world. My heart tugged uncomfortably in my chest and I swallowed. 

“I haven't even done that in—” My words caught in my throat at the way his head tilted incredulously and I sighed. “You don’t always have to be there, Stiles. You don’t always have to look after everyone else.” 

His eyes twitched and his lips rolled into a thin line. “You’re not gonna stay out of this, are you?”

I shook my head slowly. “I know I can help somehow. I can feel it. And if I know that, and don’t...then I don’t think I can call myself one of the good guys.”

Silence fell over the car again, but this time it wasn't awkward or tense. I studied the way the streetlights illuminated his freckled face. Shadows created hard lines around his jaw that contrasted the soft gaze of his eyes as they bored into mine. My stomach fluttered with a foreign emotion and I chewed on my bottom lip as I fidgeted in my seat, suddenly feeling nervous. Something had shifted in the air between us, but I couldn’t quite place it.

“Is it obvious yet how much I like you?” His gaze flickered down to my mouth quickly and my breath hitched at his words. 

“Painfully.” I felt myself leaning closer to him without actually meaning to. Yes, I was still mad at him, but right now that didn’t seem to matter so much. 

He met me halfway, our lips molding together instantly. My eyes slipped shut as one of his hands came up to gently tuck a few strands of hair behind my ear. His slender fingers wrapped around the side of my neck as his head tilted, his lips slanting over mine. My mouth parted against his and our tongues explored each other almost urgently. 

This wasn’t anything like the kisses we’d shared before. It was intense, and rushed, like we couldn’t close the distance between us fast enough. I could practically taste everything he felt for me, all the things he wanted to say but didn’t know how. Without breaking away, I blindly undid my seatbelt and fisted the sides of his jacket to pull him against me. 

One of his arms slid around my waist and my hands flattened against his chest before gliding up to rest on the sides of his head. His buzzed hair poked at my skin as he tugged me forward. I fumbled across the gearshift until I landed in his lap, my knees resting on either side of his hips. 

He hummed against my lips in satisfaction as his fingers tangled themselves in the hair at the back of my head. His other hand pressed me impossibly closer, and I arched up into him. He pulled away unexpectedly, and I felt my eyes flutter open to look at him in question. 

“Can—can I...?” He murmured breathlessly, his gaze flickering between my neck and eyes. I nodded a little too eagerly, but couldn’t find it within myself to feel embarrassed. 

He tilted his head down cautiously and I let out a shuddering sigh as his warm breath fanned my skin. My head fell back, a quiet whimper leaving me as he began peppering delicate kisses down my throat. 

A sudden, low whistle had my eyes popping open again. 

Stiles didn't seem to notice—or maybe he just didn't care—as his lips maintained their slow pace against me. I squinted into the darkness, my gaze almost immediately landing on Scott as he practically hung out of his bedroom window with a teasing grin. 

I pushed against Stiles’ chest with a breathy laugh. He groaned lowly in protest, but didn't put up a fight as he sagged back in his seat. His big eyes shined up at me with confusion and I jerked my head toward the houses. He looked over and scoffed in annoyance as he realized we had an audience, before his head slowly lulled back in my direction. 

“Goodnight, Stiles.” I couldn't control the smile tugging at my lips as I cupped his freckled cheeks and placed a gentle kiss just beside his mouth. 

I popped the door open and jumped down, straightening out my shirt with my palms. Stiles shut the door after me and leaned an elbow out the window before letting his chin rest on his forearm. He just stared at me with a small smile on his face, his eyes shining under the streetlights. My heart fluttered at his awe-struck expression and I forced myself to turn around. 

If I didn’t go now, I might never be able to walk away from him. 

“Night, Scott!” I called up to his room as I unlocked my front door. 

His muffled reply came just before I let the door close behind me. I sagged against it, a big grin slowly taking over my face. Being with Stiles had given me a chance to forget about all the crazy shit that happened today, if only for a few minutes.

I knew our problems were really just beginning. Yeah, we identified Peter as the alpha, but something told me being exposed wouldn’t faze him. He was clearly a deranged psychopath that wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted. And what he wanted was a pack. I felt like we had a chance to fight back, though. Despite the challenges that were undoubtedly ahead, I was more confident than ever before. 

It finally felt like I had all the puzzle pieces. 

Episode 8                       Episode 10

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Avenge me tomorrow (Ch.10)

Thanks to everyone who sent me messages and didn't despair to see another chapter. I have already two chapters fully written and I'm onto the 12th one. So, yeah. Sorry for the wait, my medication kind of made me numb and sucked all of my creativity.

Also, I have reached 400 followers! *cry profusely* Thanks so much to everyone who followed me.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

Préviously: Thea was attacked by Jean during the last test with Hank. Nemesis and Thea mentally travelled to somewhere to Vormir and followed a little girl who carried the soul stone. As she sacrificed herself and dropped it from the mountain, Nemesis seized, then Thea, who couldn't let them suffer in silence.

Words: 2400

TW: blood, mention of self harm

Hank wasn’t okay at all. He rubbed his temples and focused on his breathing.

Inhale. Exhale.

The buzzing noise coming from the machine next to him wasn’t soothing anymore. He felt each second go by and his heart strained to remain calm.

There had been times when he thought he’d give up. Times of uncertainties like this one. It was what the X-Men had to deal with every day. It was what the cape of hero and superhero meant for them. A burden getting heavier every time they fought a villain.

Were they going to make it? Would they able to save everyone? Was it worth it at the end?

Their powers meant a responsibility that none of them had wanted. Other normal civilians expected them to save them and use all their abilities for the good cause, but what about what they wanted. To live a normal life in a world where people would welcome them without judgement. Or at least they’d try to hide it.

Hank shook his head and rubbed his temples.

He dreaded the moment when the newest generation would have to choose too. To stay here with them and become a x-men or go outside, in the real world and hide what they truly were forever.

Many chose to stay. Now more than ever. The mutant representatives in Congress, besides him, had seen how sour the situation was turning. After Sokovia, general Ross has tried to rope the president into signing the Accords. A new way to control mutants and to rate them as animals from what they consider being the most powerful to the least.

There was no doubt that Ross wanted to gather as much intel as he could in order to use them. Like a Pokemon trainer, he’d have all of their personal information and powers in hand ready to single them out and use them as war machines.

“Are you okay?”

Hank repressed a sigh and smiled tiredly at Scott, who looked as exhausted as him.

“I could ask you the same.”

Scott shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. Although he couldn’t see his eyes, Hank could tell he was staring at Jean’s unconscious body.

“You can approach her if you want.”

Scott hesitated. He started moving forward before stopping himself as if there was an invisible wall in front of him. Hank looked at him quizzically.

“Logan told me what happened,” Scott whispered. He averted his eyes and uncrossed his arms.

Hank waited for him to continue.

“Is it true that she tried to kill the girl?”

Hank kept his silence.

“Fuck, Jean…” Scott shook his head and walked closer to her. This time he didn’t stop until he was next to her bed. He sat next to her and held her hand. “Is the girl, okay?”

“Physically, yes.”

“And mentally?”

Hank stood up slowly. He rearranged Xavier’s cover on his body and walked to the door.

“She came here looking for answers and a refuge. All she found was someone who attempted to kill her twice.”

Hank closed the door behind him and walked to Xavier’s personal office. It was by far the most comfortable place in the academy and the closest to the infirmary. He didn’t want to leave to his own quarter and miss if something happened.

He let his legs transport him to the couch near the French windows and he fell on his back. He groaned when his back cracked and tried his usual deep breathing exercise. He inhaled and exhaled trying to let his thought go and find his safe place.

As he was about to find his peace, a familiar fire-like cercle slowly appeared in the middle of the office.

Hank closed his eyes and counted to ten.

“Need some?”

Hank stretched his hand to where Dr. Strange would be and grabbed a box filled with chocolates. His favorites. Made in Swiss with hazelnut and salted caramel.

Hank opened the box and popped a chocolate. He groaned as the sugary flavor burst on his tongue. He also mentally thanked Strange for letting him enjoy his snack before getting to the reason of his visit. If Hank knew anything about Strange, whatever he had to say would be terrible, would demand probably more efforts and involvement than Hank liked and there will be no true gratification. Unless they had to save the world…

He chuckled at the thought.

No one went to the X-Men to save the world.

Nope.

The Avengers maybe, but never the X-Men. They were relegated to earthly threats. And by earthly he meant the US, and if Ross had his way they’d be already on a leash as he’d send them overseas intruding into countries they had no business to be in and to spy on foreign government secrets.

“Lay it on me, Doc.” He said followed by a deep sigh.

When Strange left him, Hank fell easily asleep. A deep, perturbated sleep where a huge serpent roamed the universe, eating each and every single planets and stars until it got to the Earth.

Hank stood still, petrified. The dream repeated itself on a loop. It didn’t matter how many times he tried to escape, fight back…everything felt so real and vivid. He could feel the warmth of the sun on his skin, the fear bubbling in him ready to burst and the tension in his muscles as the invincible threat arrived. How could they defend their planet against this behemoth of a being?

No matter how many times he tried to control these dreams. Death. Destruction. Pain. All of these awaited them.

Unless…his last dream shifted into something new. Hank hoped it was something different. He only needed a hint of hope and he’d hold on tight. As tight as he could until the end. Because if there were a way for the Earth to be saved. He’d do anything.

Although Strange had sounded skeptical about any positive outcome, Hanks last dream anchored him.

The serpent hovered in front of the Earth mouth wide open. As it was to eat the planet, a feminine body appeared in a flash in front of him. Them. Anyone there to witness humanity’s doom.

The light surrounding her dimmed enough for Hank to recognize her. As he breathed out her name, the serpent stroke.

Thea, eyes stuck on Hank, raised one arm toward the serpent and batted it away. Just like that. As it was a mere insect. Its disappearance was sudden and without any commotion. Hank could hear screams of joy around him, but he didn’t care. All of his attention was on Thea.

She dropped her arm down, interlaced her fingers together and breathed into her two intertwined hands.

Hank swore he could hear her breath from within him. He felt the warm breath on his skin and his lungs something warm and delicious expanded in his chest. Hank felt tears coming down his cheeks. He let them roll as long as the felicity he felt could travel through him forever.

When he woke up, there were a few dried tears on his face and he wore a smile he didn’t remember having. First thing after checking on Jean and Xavier, Hank went to Thea’s room only to see her already awake. He stood at the door, feeling awkward. The dream contrary to his usual ones didn’t fade away as soon as his wake up and he felt a bit bad.

Thea was here for guidance, not for him to put all of his hope. He watched unsure as she examined her hands thoroughly. Like she’d never seen them before. Thea rose her hands in front of her face and turned them, eyes staring at each digit, intrigued.

The longer he watched her, the more he felt like an intruder. He stopped himself from fidgeting and put his hands in his pockets.

Then, Hank cleared his throat.

He didn’t expect Thea’s violent reaction. She jumped out of the bed and fell on the floor. Hank ran by her side only to be met by a strange scene. Thea was now staring at her legs like she didn’t know she had some before. She approached slowly her hand to her thigh and caressed her skin softly. The hand barely met her thigh that she flinched away.

“Thea?” Hank asked, worried. He watched her face carefully. The lack of oxygen in her brain may have cause amnesia. Something that didn’t appear in his thorough test. He cussed at himself. He should have seen it come. No one could live through that much trauma in one day and achieve a 100% recover.

Thea was still prone on the floor. She didn’t reply nor acknowledged his presence. Hank reached her slowly, trying not to make her jump and waved his hand in front of her eyes. The reaction was immediate. Thea looked at him quickly and stared at him, confused. Almost as confused as he was feeling. Only, she didn’t seem to recognize him at all.

“Thea? Do you know who I am?”

She looked at his lips, eyebrows furrowed. She opened her mouth to talk, which had Hank already sighing in relief. A small sound barely escaped her mouth before she pressed both of her hands on her mouth. Her entire face morphed from confusion to shock. She leaped to her feet. Or at least tried to. She seemed like a baby doe trying to walk for the first time. She wasn’t stable on her feet nor looked as if she understood the simple concept of walking.

Hank raised his arm to help her in case she fell but she managed to go to the bathroom alone. She stopped dead in her track in front of the mirror. She was half-way in the bathroom, standing still.

Hank stayed near her in case…in case…he didn’t know. She could have a meltdown, fall and hit her head on the floor or…

Hank pressed one of his hands on his chest and coached himself to breath deeply. Now wasn’t the moment for a panic attack. He could do it.

The seconds stretched to minutes. Thea was frozen, staring at her reflection straight at her reflection, hands balled next to her body, and Hank was on the verge of giving up and leading her back to her room. He walked closer to her. Thea surged forward, closer to the mirror and grabbed her hair pulling it tightly. She grumbled unintelligently. She touched, patted her cheeks, lips, eyelashes, making Hank cringe.

He rushed to her side and restrained her hands. As soon as he touched her, she went limp. He took a second to take his breath and pulled her closer.

Then everything went to shit. It all happened in a blur. Thea shrieked pushing Hank away. She used Hank momentary lack of reaction to get to the cabinet underneath the sink and grabbed a pair of scissors. She barely considered the tool before raising it to her neck.

“No! Wait!” He let out, unable to move.

She didn’t spare him a look and started slicing her neck. A small rivulet of blood traveled on her dark skin.

Hank made a move to stop her. A blue blur appeared next to Thea and teleported her. Hank swirled around when he heard Diablo reappearing behind him.

“Hank! Help me! I can’t restrain her alone.” He grunted under the effort. Diablo was kneeling on the bed and pining Thea by the hands, letting her legs totally free to jerk him away.

Hank didn’t move. He wasn’t sure he could.

“Fuck! What’s happening here?” Logan said as he ran into the room. He didn’t stop to take in the scene and went directly to help Diablo.

They restrained her in a matter of minutes.

Logan and Diablo discussed together over what to do while. Or that’s what Hank thought they discussed about. All he could hear was his heart and Thea’s shrieks. Everything else felt blur. He didn’t even dare move in case he’d faint or worse, have a meltdown in the middle of the room.

He didn’t even notice that Diablo and Logan led him outside the room and back to Xavier’s office. The silence in the corridor was deafening. He could still hear Thea’s scream and could still see her blood on her skin.

“Here? Drink this?” Hank grabbed the glass from Logan and drank everything in one go. The bitterness of the alcohol didn’t made him flinch. He barely could taste the liquid on his tongue, let alone feel its effect.

“I’ll…I’ll check on Xavier and Jean,” Diablo said quickly.

“Tell Hel’ and Malicia to check up on Thea.”

“B-both?”

“Hel’ is the best when it comes to healing and combat, so she’ll be able to restrain Thea in case anything goes south. And Malicia would be able to take Thea’s powers, were they to manifest. Last thing we want is a powerful and traumatized enhanced running around.”

“But what…” Diablo swallowed. “Wha-what about their “animosity”?”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “animosity?”

“It has come to my attention that they had a lover spat and none of them wanted to work together. It never ends well.”

Logan raised his eyes to the ceiling. “I fucking hate these kids,” he muttered, then louder. “I don’t care Diablo. Tell them their asses are on the line and since Xavier and Jean are out, I’m the director here.”

Diablo nodded quickly. “Do I have to use your words specifically or…”

Logan growled, making Diablo squealed and disappear.

“Should have stayed in my forest.” He muttered to himself. “Lover spat, my ass. They love to fight as much as they love to make up…’ve to burn my eyes to forget…”

Logan shuddered and grimaced. “Argh, I think I need it more.” He said, taking a sip on from the bottle of rum. “This place is at that of becoming a brothel. I’m not paid enough.”

Hank huffed in agreement. The sound brought Logan’s attention to him. He crouched in front of the couch where they sat Hank down and peered into his eyes for a few seconds before nodding.

“Whenever you’re ready…” Logan muttered as he sat down on the floor and leaned back on his elbows, legs crossed.

Hank’s brain raked everything that happened for the past few hours and decided to start with Strange. It was the easiest that way.

When he opened his mouth, the sun was already high in the sky, Logan was now laying on the rug, awake, as if it was normal, and the screams were now faded in his mind.

“Dr. Strange came to see me today…”

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Feeder for Hire

Fat!Derek and feeder!Stiles Get Beached: Challenge Week Word Count: ~3000 Prompts: Captive/Captor Relationship, Size Pride, Too Fat for Things Read on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25550704 “You sure about this guy?”

For the last time, yes, Scott. I’ll text you his address and a photo and if you don’t hear from me -”

“ - by five in the morning, call the cops. I know the deal. You haven’t gone to anyone’s house in years. I thought you said no more?”

Stiles shrugged. “He’s hot as hell, we’ve done some video sessions before, and he pays…really well. A few nights a week with him and I can pay off this semester.”

“Have fun! Text me if anything…comes up.” Scott grinned, although Stiles knew he was still hesitant about how he made his income.

Stiles nodded, making sure he grabbed his keys, doubled checked he had his phone, the contract, and his preference lists in his pocket before leaving their dorm. Derek – although that could very well be a fake name – had met Stiles through a gainer website three years back, admitting he had followed Stiles’ page for awhile before messaging him. It had been a few months of exchanging back and forth conversations before Derek had asked about paid video sessions, and then in-person feedings. Scott was right, Stiles very rarely offered to do in session feedings, but Derek was a special case. Not only did he live only a few towns over, unlike most of the guys he dealt with, Derek was polite, almost embarrassed of his wants, tipped extremely well, and meshed well with Stiles. He had a snarky, quick wit and, from what Stiles had seen through a few pictures and fuzzy video screens, was exactly Stiles’ type.

Tall, dark, handsome, a wide bubble butt, thighs that rubbed together with each step, and a slightly furry pot-belly that was quickly becoming more of a blubbery gut as he passed three-hundred and fifty pounds, and kept going. Stiles has asked once if he had a goal weight. Derek admitted he didn’t know. He had already gained seventy-five pounds since he had first messaged Stiles.

Stiles had read through Derek’s profile a hundred times. He had requested short scenes, getting Derek through a stuffing, teasing and humiliating and forcing him to finish if needed. It was a little colder and more forceful than what Stiles usually liked to do with partners, but he wasn’t going to judge Derek for his interests.

1) Teasing and humiliation only. No praise. 2) Hitting/spanking/pain, okay. 3) I will provide the food. I expect to be forced to finish it all, by any means. 4) Funnel and tube feeding okay. 5) Tying down okay, rope or cloths only. 6) No blindfold. 7) You are not to let me come or touch myself until I’ve finished eating. 8) I will pay half up front, half when you leave. 9) Safe word: Triskelion

In return, Stiles provided a similar list, including his safe word, Scott. His were more focused on what he wouldn’t do, regardless of his clients’ request. It was a short list, mostly consisting of bodily fluids like spitting on clients, inflation, and serious pain. He had a feeling most would be a moot point with Derek, but he hadn’t felt the need to adjust his standard contract.  

*******

Their second session went similarly to their first, minus the awkward introductions. Once again, Derek had set out the same spread of food on his table. Pan of alfredo pasta, chicken, blender full of gainer power and ice cream, and peanut butter brownies.

“You must really love pasta.”

“Highest calories.”

“Do you like it?”

Derek only shrugged.

“Do you cook? I don’t have an oven or anything in the dorm, but if you don’t mind me using your kitchen, I could come earlier and help – ”

“ – I order delivery.”

“That’s a crime, man. You have a brand-new kitchen! Stainless steel!”

“More work.”

“Is that why you don’t talk much? Too much work?”

That earned him something that was close to a smile. “You talk enough for both of us.”

“Guess it is hard to talk with all that food in your mouth, Big Guy.”

“Does it look like I’m eating?”

“You better fix that, then. I’m surprised a pig like you could hold back around all this food.”

That did it. Derek’s eyes darkened in arousal and he immediately sank into his chair and pulled the chicken closer towards him. Dutifully, Stiles pulled up a chair next to him, poking him in the stomach periodically and making remarks.

“Slowing down already? You only finished the chicken; I know you aren’t done yet.”

“You didn’t get that figure from moderation.”

“Jeans a little tight? Hold up that flabby gut for me and I’ll unbutton them. Wouldn’t want that to stop you from stuffing your face with even more…”

It was more natural with Derek. Stiles often had to revert to a script with other clients, repeating a few phrases he knew they wanted to hear. He did have to bite back his urge to praise Derek for his sizeable appetite, tell him how good he looked blissfully stuffed, panting and belching even as he reached for more. It was a shame Derek didn’t want to be worshipped or hand fed, treated softly like Stiles would have loved to do.

“Can’t – urp – too full.”

Stiles held up the half empty pitcher. “Drink it.”

Derek groaned and rest both hands on the side of his overstuffed stomach. “’m gonna pop.”

Stiles desperately wanted to slide his hands under Derek’s shirt and ease some of that fullness for him. It took a lot of self-control and mental reminders of Derek’s request to instead push down on the curve of his gut, eliciting a huge belch. As soon as he opened his mouth, Stiles tipped the contents of the pitcher slowly down’s Derek throat.

“See? Plenty of room.”

“No – urp- no more. URP.”

“Too bad.” Stiles told him, making sure Derek swallowed another mouthful before pulling the pitcher back slightly. “Should have thought about that before you finished all that food like a greedy hog.”

“ ‘S not my fault,” Derek panted, dutifully gulping down a few more mouthfuls.

“No?” Stiles knelt down besides Derek, slipping a hand under Derek’s paunch to palm his throbbing erection. “You haven’t been getting hard, thinking about how much you’ve been eating? How fat this is going to make you?”

“I – fuuuck. How much – urp- left?”

“Only a little bit. Why don’t you finish it off?”

Derek took the pitcher from Stiles, breathing heavily, clearly pushing himself to finish the little remaining.

“Getting too big for this,” Stiles told him, pinching his fleshly lower belly with one hand as he took his time jerking Derek off with his other. “Going to need both hands just to hold up all this blubber. Can you even get yourself off anymore? Or is your belly in the way?”

Derek came with a breathless moan, cut short by him cursing and stifling another belch. Stiles wished he could see Derek’s face in its entirety, but from his angle on the ground, the mountainous sphere blocked his view.

Grinning, Stiles got to his feet. “Knew you could finish it.”

He gave Derek a few minutes for his breathing to slow, then gestured at his swollen midsection. “Want help with that? I give amazing belly rubs, dude.”

“Don’t – urp- call me dude.”

“Is that a no?”

“Yes. Go home. I’ll send you the other half of your payment.”

Stiles nodded unhappily. “Fine. Text me if you’d like to schedule another session. Goodnight, Derek.”

He left, leaving Derek slumped uncomfortably in his chair, jean unbuttoned, come splattered on his lower belly.

*******

“Derek, sorry, hi! I’m here. Only…thirty minutes late. Shit, I’m sorry. The jeep was having problems starting and then it started raining….”

“I started eating without you.” Derek shrugged.  “What was wrong with the jeep now?”

“Same thing. It’s an old car. It was pay for textbooks or pay for a new engine.” Derek looked guilty, like he was responsible for Stiles’ financial hardships, even though he was the main contributor to Stiles’ bank account, so Stiles added, “I’ll have it fixed next semester, probably.”

“If – if you ever need a ride or anything, you can borrow the Camaro.”

Stiles gaped at him. Derek was very protective of the car sitting in his driveway. Stiles had never seen a spot on it. He wasn’t even allowed to park the jeep anywhere near it because Derek was so afraid of it being damaged.

“You’re kidding.”

“No. I’ll have to get a, ah, roomier one, eventually.”

“Too much of a spare tire?” Stiles laughed, pressing himself against said belly so he could, just barely, reach behind Derek to grab handfuls of his ass. “Too much junk in the trunk?”

“Both. And if you’re done with the bad metaphors…. you’re soaking wet. Take off your clothes before you catch something,” Derek said gruffly. “You can borrow some of mine.”

Derek had a clear wet splotch on his shirt from where Stiles had leaned into him. Now that he was inside and less frantic about being late, Stiles realized he was shivering and dripping on Derek’s floor.

“Or we could both get out of these clothes and go upstairs.”

“That – yeah. Or that.”

It wasn’t what they usually did. Derek had rarely seen Stiles undressed, and normally Derek was too full to do much of anything in the bedroom. Stiles was happy to do all of the work, relishing the feeling of Derek’s belly resting against his back or riding Derek, watching his breasts and belly wobble. He frequently had to remind himself that Derek was a client, who requested teasing, not admiration and compliments, no matter how badly Stiles wanted to give them.

The contrast between them was even more apparent when they were together in the bedroom. Stiles threw his wet clothes by the doorway and eagerly got Derek out of his own.  Pressed up against Derek, he had the chance to really appreciate how massive the other man was. Stiles’ leaned against him to press their lips together and Derek’s waistline spread out to either side of him.

“It’s official. Can’t wrap my arms around you anymore.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“Nope. You’re that fat.”

Derek pushed him down on the bed. “Not to fat to fuck you.”

“Yet,” breathed Stiles, grabbing Derek’s side rolls as he was pinned to the bed by Derek’s lard. Derek had himself propped up with both arms. His doughy belly still hung low enough to press against Stiles, but it kept his weight from being completely crushing. “Keep gorging yourself and you will be.”

“Think so?”

“It’d be a good look for you. Stuffed, too fat to get out of bed, laying there like a beached whale and letting me do all the work.”

“Mhmn. You’d be up to that?”

“I’d be my favorite job,” Stiles told him honestly.  “How long do you think, Der? Ten years? Five? I’ve seen all the ice cream in your fridge and the fast food wrappers the trash. Immobility isn’t that far away.”

“’S your fault.” He moved one hand to smack his gut, watching it quiver. “Getting harder to jerk off with all this in the way.”

“Awww, no wonder you need me. Your belly weighs more than me. Gonna be too much effort to try and find your dick buried in all that flab.”

“Fuck,” Derek moaned, rutting against Stiles. Beads of sweat were forming on Derek’s forehead from the exertion of holding himself up. Stiles swatted at his arm and tried to wiggle out from under him. The heavier man got the hint and collapsed on the bed next to Stiles, trying to catch his breath.

“Still up to pounding me into the mattress?”

“Give me…a minute.”

“Take all the time you need. Want me to bring the rest of your dinner up first?”

“…yes.”

******* Derek was dressed in a suit when he answered the door for Stiles. It was clearly an expensive piece, tailored to a man a few pounds smaller. The pants were stretched thin over Derek’s thighs and the jacket button was equally as stretched.

“Hey, Derek! That suit is a good look.”

“Work ran late,” Derek told him gruffly. “I didn’t have time to order the food. I’ll pay you for the extra time.”

Stiles waved a hand. “No worries. Rough day at work?”

“Yes.”

“Want to talk about it?”

Derek looked unsure. Stiles took a step forward and unbuttoned his jacket, helping Derek shrug if off, then started on his shirt buttons. After a few seconds, Derek burst out, “I hate being the asshole boss! I know – I know what they say about me behind my back. But they don’t understand! A missed deadline means we all look bad and with talks of layoffs and restructuring, we can’t afford any mistakes.”

“They’ll warm up to you. You’re secretly as soft as you look.”

“You don’t know me, Stiles,” Derek said tiredly.

“I know enough. You’re a good guy. Why don’t you relax? Take a bath, change, and I’ll order food. Sounds like you need chocolate. If you like chocolate.”

“What?”

“Chocolate. For bad days? Like chocolate cake?  Or ice cream?"

“It’s been awhile since I had either. I was going to order the usual.”

Stiles shook his head. “Trust me, if you’re upset, you’re going to feel awful if you stuff yourself. I had something else in mind, if it’s okay.”

Derek looked hesitant.  

“I was thinking, you eat your weight in desserts while I eat you out?”

“Let’s- yeah. We can do that.”

“Then get that fat ass in the shower,” Stiles laughed, “and I’ll bring the food upstairs when it arrives.”

******* Stiles had been hesitant since he walked in the door. Derek had been less talkative than usual, admitting only he stopped for fast food on his way home from work, before he had started on their nightly feast.

“Eating without me?”

“Ran into my ex,” Derek admitted through a mouthful of food. “Said a few…choice words about my weight.”

“So you went into McDonalds to spite her?”

“She’s a bitch.”

Stiles laughed uncomfortably. Derek was acting nonchalant, but still seemed upset. “Guess so. Look on her face must have been priceless.”

“Can’t have anyone thinking I got to be this size on accident.”

“The way you eat? I doubt anyone thinks that. How much did you order at McDonalds?”

“Twenty-piece nugget, double cheeseburger, milkshakes, two large fries.”

“Jeeze. Still think you can finish all this?” He saw Derek struggling more than usual to take bite after bite.  Derek took a bite and then gagged; hand clamped over his mouth like he was going to be sick.  “Are you okay?”

Derek took a few seconds, hand still clamped over his mouth, before swallowing and nodding weakly. “I’m fine. Must’ve swallowed too fast.”

“Maybe you should take a break for a little?”

“No,” Derek told him firmly, stabbing his fork back into the chicken, “I’m fine.”

Stiles could tell he wasn’t. His stomach was stretched out further than Stiles has ever seen, stretch marks an angry red. Derek had to be in pain. His arm was wavering, breath coming in shallow pants, each burp looking like it would result in a total upheaval of his entire meal. Stiles wasn’t sure he could sit and watch Derek force himself bite by bite to finish the sizeable amount of food left.

“Scott,” Stiles gasped out, “Derek, Scott.”

Derek immediately froze. “Fuck, are you – is it a panic attack? What…urp-  can I do?”

“No. No. I’m fine. It’s – I can’t watch you do this.”

“You haven’t had a problem with it before.”

“Usually you’re enjoying.”

“I can – urp – keep going.”

“You almost threw up. Tell me you didn’t, Derek.”

“Jus’ need a few minutes….”

“No.” Stiles slid the food a few inches away. Derek reached forward, belly grumbling audibly as he groaned in pain, and fell back into his chair, glaring at Stiles.

“Then you can go. I’ll pay you for the full session.”

“Dude, no way I’m leaving you like this.”

“Mmpppfh. S’fine.”

“No, it isn’t. Think you can make it upstairs?”

Derek made it, but it was a laborious task. Stiles helped him slowly to his feet and kept a steading hand on the small of Derek’s back as he waddled up the stairs, taking one step by a time in agonizingly slow steps, trying not to jostle his overstuffed middle weighing him down. He finally made it and sunk with a groan of relief on the bed.

Stiles bent down and pulled off Derek’s shoes and socks. “Stand up, Big Guy. You’ll be more comfortable with less clothes.”

“Ngggh.”

“Come on,” Stiles laughed, pinching his inner thigh, “only a few seconds and you can lay back down.”

Derek reluctantly got to his feet so Stiles could pull his jeans down around his ankles while Derek tugged off his shirt. As soon as it was done, he fell back on the bed.

“’M too full to do anything.”

“No sex tonight,” Stiles promised. “This might be better.”

He rubbed circles over the top of Derek’s gut, which was so taut with food it had lost its usual softness. Occasionally, he would stop to trace over the multitude of stretchmarks, or press a little bit harder, massaging away the soreness. Eventually, Derek’s heavy, labored breathing, belches and groans fell away to snoring and snuffling.

[stilinskishit]

Too Long (Teen Wolf Rewrite) - Chapter 20

**First couple of posts have a different title but I changed it because I didn’t like it :)**

Summary: Teen Wolf with a female main character alongside Scott and Stiles? Here it is. Ramie McCall is Scott’s twin sister and best friends with both her twin and Stiles. The trio’s friendship means the world to all three of them, so what happens when there are more than friend type of feelings present?

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A/N: One of my biggest pet peeves about Teen Wolf is they never address the trauma that all the characters go through with their friends dying, so I wanted to put in some actual feelings for the characters. 

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Chapter 20 - Numb

Season 3, Episode 7

Ramie hoped that after their stay at the motel from Hell things would calm down some, but it was actually the opposite. There was some good news though, Derek was alive, but the alphas were still out to get him. The Darach was still wreaking havoc on Beacon Hills, and it seemed like the next set of sacrifices was centered around doctors, since two ER doctors that worked with Melissa had recently gone missing. This being the most recent theory among the pack lead to Isaac, Ramie and Scott sleeping on the floor in Melissa’s room the night after the kidnappings, to make sure she wasn’t the next person taken. Ramie woke up that morning to her mother’s voice.

“Boys! Ramona!” Melissa called out, causing Scott to shoot out of the chair he was laying in, Ramie to sit up quickly from the floor, and Isaac to leap up from where he was leaned over an ottoman that was now covered in drool. Isaac’s hand grabbed Scott’s as he stood up in panic, then quickly dropped it. “What the hell are you guys doing?”

“Uhhh, we were watching over you,” Isaac spit out quickly, Ramie and Scott nodding.

“We wanted to make sure you weren’t the third sacrifice,” Scott explained further.

“All three of you were asleep,” Melissa narrowed her eyes at them. Isaac scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, not looking at Ramie or Scott, who slowly turned to look at him.

“You were on watch last,” Scott jabbed a thumb at Isaac.

“What are you talking about, Ramie was on watch last,” Isaac spat back, looking past Scott to Ramie.

“Nope, I had first watch, you were on watch last,” Ramie said simply, yawning and attempting to crack her stiff neck from sleeping on the floor.

“I might have been on watch last,” Issac nodded, looking towards Melissa.

“My heroes,” Melissa said sarcastically, and Ramie let out a snort. Isaac subtly gave Ramie the middle finger, behind Scott’s back and out of Melissa’s view. Ramie snorted again, rolling her eyes at the curly haired boy. “Aren’t the sacrifices doctors anyways? Last time I checked I’m a nurse, no doctorate here.”

“It could be any kind of healer,” Scott insisted, sitting down on the edge of the bed as Isaac picked up the pillow he had been hugging in his sleep and set it back on the chair Scott had slept in.

“Well I don’t plan on being kidnapped by anyone any time soon, so you three need to get your asses to school,” Melissa said, throwing a pillow at Ramie, who had tried to go back to sleep on the floor.

…

Scott sent a frantic text to Ramie in the middle of the school day that said that the last healer taken was someone they knew, Scott’s boss, Deaton. Scott explained that Stiles was going to ask Lydia to try and use whatever powers she had to try and figure out where he was. Stiles, of course, roped Ramie into helping, and somehow Cora, Derek’s sister, ended up tagging along as well. The four sat in an empty classroom during study hall, waiting for Stiles to explain whatever his plan was. Lydia sat at a table next to Cora, and Ramie sat across from Cora on the other side of the desk, cross legged on the stool. Stiles was rummaging through the closet in the classroom, clearly looking for something specific.

“Here it is,” he called, walking over to the girls and slamming a box on the table in front of Lydia, knocking into Ramie’s knee in the process. He put a hand on her knee where he hit it, patting it softly as a sort of apology. Ramie looked up to see Cora’s eyes on the two of them, and looked down quickly, thankful her hair hid her face like a curtain.

“A Ouija board?” Lydia questioned in disbelief.

“Also called spirit board,” Stiles held up a hand towards Lydia. “It’s worth a shot.”

“Shot in the dark,” Lydia countered, and both Ramie and Cora let out a breath of air at the same time, causing Stiles to glare at the both of them. Ramie and Cora locked eyes and Ramie had to bite her lip to refrain from letting out a laugh.

“Would you just try it, please?” He asked, still sending a glare Ramie and Cora’s way. “Let’s not forget who this is for, Scott’s boss. He’s saved our collective asses on many occasions.”

Stiles picked the piece out of the box that you were meant to put your hands on and set it on the board as he spoke, Ramie immediately grabbing it and flipping it the other way around so the skinny end pointed towards Lydia.

“Wait so, don’t we all do this,” Cora gestured towards the board as Lydia put her hands lightly on the wooden piece.

“Yeah,” Stiles said, pulling up the sleeves of his flannel so they rested above his elbows. Ramie lightly put her hands on the piece, glancing up at Lydia, who had a look on her face that said she would rather be anywhere but there.

The Ouija board was no luck, as were many other ideas Stiles had for trying to get Lydia’s “psychic abilities” to work. Eventually, after Scott met up with them, they realized they should try and get information from Danny, since he was targeted by the Darach the same night as the kidnappings, but wasn’t a sacrifice.

Stiles dragged Ramie to the hospital with him to see Danny, who had been there since the night he was poisoned with mistletoe. Stiles insisted that Ramie had to come along because Danny was always nice to her, but Ramie knew Stiles just liked to drag her along on all his adventures because he liked the company.

When they got to the hospital Stiles and Ramie crept into Danny’s room to find him asleep. Ramie stood near the foot of his bed as Stiles walked towards his head, peering at him.

“Danny are you awake?” Stiles whispered. Ramie narrowed her eyes at him but Stiles didn’t notice, reaching a hand out towards Danny. He shook Danny’s shoulder, whispering his name again.

“Stiles,” Ramie hissed, giving him a death glare. Stiles held up a finger, not looking towards Ramie still. He reached up and hit Danny lightly on the cheek, whispering his name again. Ramie whisper-yelled at him for the second time. “Stop!”

Just as Ramie did so, Stiles hit Danny’s cheek a bit harder than before and Danny took a deep breath, causing Stiles to jump backward and slam into Ramie, stepping on her foot, hard.

“Um, ow,” Ramie seethed, pushing Stiles off of her. He gave her a sheepish and apologetic look and she rolled her eyes, pointing towards Danny’s backpack. Stiles immediately bent down, unzipping it and began rifling through the contents. Ramie stood over him, peering into the bag.

“What are you doing?” A quiet voice came suddenly. Ramie jumped and looked up to see Danny half-awake, squinting at the two of them. She smacked the back of Stiles’ head, who let out a small groan but straightened up, looking towards Danny.

“We’re not doing anything Danny,” Stiles said slowly. “This is a dream.”

Ramie smacked her hand to her forehead and Stiles looked up at her, shaking his head like he didn’t know what else to do.

“Why are you going through my stuff,” Danny groaned, his eyes still barely open. Ramie opened her mouth to reply but Stiles put a hand around her calf, signaling to her that he was handling it.

“Remember…. you’re dreaming,” Stiles said quietly to Danny, waving his other hand around a bit.

“Why would I dream about you going through my stuff?” Danny mumbled. Stiles’ head shot up from his spot crouched on the ground, glaring at Danny.

“You know what I don’t know Danny,” he said, annoyed, as if he wasn’t the one in the wrong. “It’s your dream. Take some responsibility for it. Shut up and go back to sleep.”

“Stiles,” Ramie hissed at the boy again, but Stiles waved a hand in the air, not looking at her. She glanced over at Danny who let out a snore, apparently believing that she and Stiles were really in his dream. When she looked back down to Stiles he was pulling out a stack of papers that looked like it was a report of some kind.

“Currents?” Ramie read the title. “Like electric?”

“I’m not sure, let’s call Scott,” Stiles said.

…

After meeting back up with Lydia and Cora, and Scott this time, the group figured out through Danny’s project and the maps Chris Argent had been working on, that Deaton should be in the vault, the same one Boyd and Cora were kept by the alphas. However, Scott ended up having to go on his own, because Derek was in trouble at his loft. He, Isaac and Boyd had planned to trap the alphas, but it didn’t work, and they needed help. They planned on filling the loft with water and electrocuting them, but the alphas somehow figured out this plan and cut the power.  

Stiles floored it all the way to Derek’s loft, Cora jumping out before Stiles came to a full stop, sprinting towards the stairs. Lydia, Stiles and Ramie ran down below to an electrical closet,  searching around to find where they could turn the power back on. Ramie stared at her phone, waiting for a text from Isaac and yelled to Stiles to flip the switch when she got it. The three then ran upstairs, hearing Kali, one of the alphas’ voice ringing out.

“Make the right choice next time Derek,” she called. “Join the pack.”

A second later, the twins walked out of the open door, followed close behind by Kali. Stiles skidded to a stop, as did Ramie and Lydia, both nearly running into him. Kali gave the three of them an evil grin and a small wave before jumping over the balcony railing and down into the parking lot below, followed closely by the twins. Ramie pushed past Stiles and continued running, stopping at Derek’s open door. Isaac was on the ground next to Mrs. Blake, their teacher from school. Both were staring into the loft, where Ramie’s eyes next went. In the middle of the floor, sitting in the 6 inches of water was Derek, holding onto Boyd, Cora right next to him.

“Derek…” Ramie said slowly, surveying the scene.

“It’s okay,” Boyd choked out. Ramie realized what was going on. Boyd’s white shirt was soaked with blood, Derek’s hand holding onto his stomach.

“It’s not okay,” Derek breathed out, his voice erratic. Boyd said something else as Ramie ran forward through the water. She could hear Stiles calling her name behind but ignored it, stopping as she stood behind Derek. Boyd fell to the ground as she approached, Cora leaning over him immediately. She began to sob, clinging to Boyd’s lifeless body. Ramie’s vision began to get blurry, looking between Derek and Boyd and Cora. She felt a hand on her shoulder and glanced up, seeing Stiles with a hand on her shoulder and one on Derek’s. Before even thinking, Ramie leaped up, wrapping her arms around Stiles’ neck and the tears came, full force.  

…

Ramie asked Stiles if she could sleep at his house that night. Scott had called Stiles and told him he found Deaton, alive, but Stiles then had to break the news to him that Boyd was dead. Scott picked Isaac up from the loft, who was definitely distraught, since Isaac and Boyd were pretty close. Ramie knew Scott would take good care of Isaac, and quite frankly, she didn’t have it in her to be strong and try and help Isaac feel better. She felt incredibly strange. Numb, almost.

“It’s weird,” Ramie said, when Stiles closed his bedroom door behind the two of them. It was the first time either of them had spoke since they left Derek’s. “I was never really close with Boyd. I saw him some when I hung out with Isaac, and whenever Derek and I trained together, but we were never really close.”

“Why is that weird,” Stiles asked, glancing over his shoulder as he dug through a drawer in his dresser.

“It’s just… terrifying,” Ramie said quietly. “That could’ve been Isaac. Or Cora, or any of us.”

Ramie sat down slowly on Stiles’ desk chair. Her pants and most of her shirt were still soaked from sitting in the water at Derek’s loft. Her hands had dried blood on them from holding onto Cora after prying her away from Boyd’s body. The shirt she was wearing was stained with blood, Boyd’s. She knew she had mascara running down her face, and that her hair was probably a mess, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She felt tears moving down her face again, and she couldn’t stop it.

“Hey,” she heard Stiles’ voice come quietly from across the room. He knelt down in front of the chair, she could see his knees as she stared at the ground. “We need to get you cleaned up.”

Stiles put a hand under her chin, lifting her face upwards until her eyes met his. She nodded, going to stand up, but Stiles reached up, the hand on her chin moving to wipe the tears from her eyes. His thumbs were gentle on her cheeks, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes at his touch. His hands dropped from her face and she opened his eyes to find him standing in front of her, holding a hand out to her. He picked up a pile of clothes he had set on his dresser and she grabbed his hand, letting him lead her to the bathroom. He set the clothes on the counter and moved to turn on the shower, holding his hand under the water to check the temperature.

Ramie glanced over at herself in the mirror, and her previous thoughts were correct, she did looked like a mess. When she saw the blood covering her shirt, she felt herself begin to panic, her hands shaking as she immediately grabbed at the shirt, pulling it over her head before she could even think. She looked over at Stiles once she realized what she had done, who was just turning back towards her.

“I think that should be warm,” Stiles started, but stopped talking when he turned to find her standing there in just her bra.

“I’m sorry,” Ramie said quickly crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to cover herself. “It’s just, the blood, it-“

“It’s okay,” Stiles said, putting a hand on her bicep, rubbing his thumb up and down. “I’ll get rid of the shirt for you.”

He bent down and picked up the shirt, looking back up at her, careful not to move his eyes from her face.

“Yell if you need anything,” he nodded, moving past her and out into the hallway. “You okay?”

Ramie nodded at him, feeling the steam from the shower begin to fill the bathroom. She stayed in the shower for way too long and only decided to get out when Stiles’ voice filled the bathroom asking if she was alright. After drying off she grabbed the clothes he left for her, a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers for her to wear as shorts. She couldn’t help but breathe his scent in deeply as she pulled the shirt over her head.

When she entered his room he was sitting on his desk chair, scrolling through his phone. He had changed into a t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts, and his hair was flat across his forehead like he had been running his hands through it and flattened it out.

“I can’t find the air mattress, but I can go sleep on the couch,” he said when he noticed her entering the room. Ramie shook her head, padding over the carpet to his bed. She pulled back the covers and sat down, pulling the blankets over her crossed legs. Stiles walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her, the outside of his thigh against her knee.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly, making eye contact. Ramie broke it, looking down at her hands in her lap, which were playing with a loose string on his comforter.

“I don’t know,” Ramie said. “I feel… nothing. Like I know deep down I’m sad. Even though I wasn’t that close with him, it still hurts. But I feel like I should be sobbing or something, breaking down like Cora was. But I just feel sort of empty.”

“I know what you mean,” Stiles said. Ramie knew he was thinking about when his Mom died. They were young, but Ramie remembered it well. She and Scott spent a lot of time with him when his Dad was at the hospital with their Mom, but Stiles was the only one there when she died. Since they were so young, Ramie couldn’t help much more than hug Stiles when he cried and hold his hand at the funeral. But Ramie knew Stiles still held a lot of pain from everything that happened with her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Ramie started, but Stiles grabbed her hands, covering both of hers with his own.

“It’s okay,” he smiled at her, rubbing his thumb over the back of one of her hands. “I’m not trying to make this about me. I just wanted you to know that what you’re feeling is normal, and okay.”

Ramie could feel tears welling up in her eyes as she gave him a small smile. He leaned over and immediately wrapped her in a hug, his hand drawing shapes on the base of her neck, and her shoulder. They sat like that, for who knows how long, as Ramie cried. She heard Stiles sniffling too, and figured he probably was crying as well. Ramie pulled away first, because she had the feeling he wouldn’t until she did. He was one to do that, always making sure others were okay before he was. Ramie always told him he needed to put himself first sometimes, but he never listened. She was sure she was the only one who really noticed when he was hiding things.

“Can we just sleep?” Ramie asked, sniffling. She realized how heavy her eyes felt.

“Of course,” Stiles said, getting up and moving to the other side of the bed. He pulled the covers back and laid down, his back to the bed. Ramie adjusted her pillow and turned to look at him. He had turned off his lamp and the only light from the room came from his alarm clock, spreading red light across his bed. One of his arms was behind his head, the other resting on his stomach. He gave her a knowing smile and despite her head telling her no, she immediately curled into his side, placing her head at the top of his shoulder, so her head was practically nuzzled into his neck. With everything that happened, all she wanted was to go to sleep next to him, his hand drawing shapes on her back and her hand feeling the rise and fall of his chest as they fell asleep.

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