#teen!reader series

[softfem-dom]

the four times they asked about his sidekick, and the one time he realized why. (pt.1)

worst!logan + d&w!deadpool x suicidal!reader

a/n : okay this is sad and emotion-driven asf, so if you're sensitive to suicide mentions or emotional trumoil and problems of self-worth please do not continue reading this. Also warning for suicide description for the other universes' sidekicks. first part out of five!

wc : 2k

TW FOR SUICIDE , TW FOR DEPRESSION , SOFT!WADE , SOFT!WORST!LOGAN , WADE BEING UNABLE TO LOOK AFTER A KID , HEAVY/MULTIPLE BATMAN AND JASON TODD REFERENCES , DEADPOOL VARIANTS FUSSING OVER READER. soft!worst logan . overprotective!deadpool . only-deadpool-still-with-sidekick!wade wilson

Think of Batman and Robin.

Yup. Now turn and twist it around some more and make it.. more chaotic, more unhinged. More morally questionable.

And then think of Deadpool. The merc with a mouth. The dude that chose a red suit just so he didn't have to bother about the red stains.

And then add up a teenager to the recipe. As chaotic as the man, maybe a bit naïver. And you've got Deadpool and his sidekick.

Because if all cool superheros had sidekicks, then Deadpool —albeit while not actively being a superhero. Had to have one too, didn't he?

And that's how you had ended up roped into all of his unethical adventures, killing off the bad guys that had the highest price above their head and helping Deadpool run the official Spideypool fanwebsite.

But, despite how many masks you put on, despite how many bad guys you killed, despite how many times you had saved someone. You were still just you.

A teenager. A teenager paired up with an older, unhinged, mercenary that ran his mouth way too much and that got you into way too much trouble.

A teenager paired up with an irresponsible adult without emotional responsability was the fucking equivalent of throwing a trained lab mouse inside the first maze that didn't have an exist.

Wade cared about you. Yeah, you knew that. But the problem was that you were a teenager and teenagers needed a certain amount of care to grow healthyly.

Because physically you were great, with how much running around and being-at-the-verge-of-death you did. But mentally? God, then you were the messiest mess in the planet.

Spending so much time with someone that had so many intrusive thoughts, that spilled his thoughts without filter, had rubbed off on you.

And sometimes you scared yourself when sudden thoughts popped up in your mind. Like the sudden pull in your legs anytime you walked near the edge of a roof, the "jump!" that flashed across your head. Or the way you wondered, asked yourself, what it would feel to be stabbed when you were cleaning Deadpool's katanas. Or the way you started to throw yourself at danger's way just for the thrill of it. And if you died, well, there went nothing.

It was wrong. It was bad. And it was a totally unhealthy and toxic vice. You knew you were self-destructive.

But you didn't know how to do doing anything about it.

You see, if Deadpool wasn't so reckless and careless maybe you would've told him. But since he did it, you grew into your late teens thinking it was okay.

,,

Lately, your thoughts had grew more dangerous. More specific. And you were starting to get scared of yourself. In movies, that was how villians started —with destructive thoughts. And you didn't want to become a villian.

What would Wade think of you? He'd be disappointed in you, hate your guts, despise you.

So your mind jumped to the quickest—and most self-destructive—conclussion. Offing yourself before that happened.

And you had nearly 10 pages of your pink diary written with ways of carrying on with that plan. Glitter gel pen words scribbled about the knifes in the house—their lengths and sharpness—, about the belts stacked away in Wade's closet, about the height of the fall from the balcony to the ground. You had everything planned.

And Wade hadn't caught onto anything of it, except for the fact you seemed more twitchy and on edge than usual. He tied it to the usual teenage anxiousness that came with your age.

He didn't know this was the last mission he was going to have you in.

,,

He had just brought you along on this 'adventure' just like he had did with all of the ones before, except in this one there was another.. —reluctant—companion.

Logan Howlett. The Wolverine.

And not the dead hero that Wade had unburied a few days before. No. This one was the worst variant of Wolverine in the whole multiverse, the one from the timeline where he killed all of the X-Men.

And that Howlett was smelling something coming.

He could smell the irony scent of blood whafting off of you, a bitter scent choking his airways. Your scent was way too bitter for how cheerful you were, except maybe you weren't.

This Logan had only barely known you for two days, but if something were to happen to you he'd kill the responsible, then find a way to kill the mercenary and then find a way to kill himself too.

But, first. Stop, pause, rewind. How this did even start?

,,

You groaned as you helped Wade drag the uncounscious body of the drunk Wolverine you had found in a random timeline —the only one in which the dude hadn't tried to kill you at first sight. Entering through the door-shaped orange portal to the TVA room.

"one anchor being coming right up!" Wade's voice rang through the air before the merc, fully dressed in his suit, had crossed the portal.

You let out a startled squeak when the antihero pretty much threw the uncounscious body of the Logan on the ground, wincing at the metallic sound of his skull against the floor.

"Wade!" you hissed. "c'mon pumpkin', don't sweat it. He's full metal, remember?" he said as he gave the drunk Logan a kick in the side, the metallic sound echoing his words.

"listen here, babygirl" the merc started, looking at the unimpressed man before him. "this Wolverine has the he-can-do-anything-even-musical-stuff look to him and bonus he's actually wearing the accurate comic costume. So, uh yeah, there, timeline saved"

The silence coming from the dude that had called Wade here in the first place didn't sound too good get it?. And as you sat there, poking the drunk man's face with your index finger while whispering for him to "wake up, Wolvie, rise and shine, wakey wakey?"

"I don't understand"

"You said my, our" he pointed at you "universe is dying because this nutsack died, well, problem solved" he now pointed at Logan.

"oh my god" Paradox breathed out. "you actually think you can replace an Anchor Being with this?"

Oh, great. A rant was comming. Like the ones your mother goes on when you mess up too many times.

"I wouldn't have accepted any other Wolverine BT dubs. But you.. have outdone yourself and brought me the worst Wolverine in the whole multiverse!"

It looked as if the dude's temple vein was going to pop, and you weakly interveened. "what do you mean the worst one..?" you breathed out.

"This Wolverine let down his entire world, he's the stuff of Legend but not in a good way and what he did.. well, some things are just beyond forgiveness"

A beat of silence followed, you knew the Wolverine on the floor had been awake and listening for the whole time. But then, you saw Paradox finally looking at you.

"wait"

"what?"

"is that your little sidekick?"

The incredulous, and cruelly amused, tone of the man in uniform made Wade quirk an eyebrow under his mask.

"yeah, why?"

His words were followed by a booming laugh coming from Paradox. His hand going to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, as chuckle after chuckle it just confused Wade and you even more.

"I can't believe you've still got her"

That was like a titty-flash for Wade, and not the good kind. He stood there, mouth gaping like a fish as he wildly and overexageredly gestured towards you.

"I gave you a chance at greatness, because my superiors deemed you special. But, I did my duty. I gave you the opportunity and you refused, so there's no more bussiness to do here"

And with that, and a strange remote control in his hand, he pressed a button and zapped you three off to somewhere. Leaving Wade with a strange taste lingering in his mouth.

Well, at least it seemed like your last adventure wasn't going to be boring.

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Who put these kids here?

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The Bad Wolf

Imagine:

Being Stiles older sister and helping him and Scott get out of trouble even if it's flaunting yourself out to distract a certain big bad werewolf so they can get by and one time he doesn't let you leave and instead pulls you into his chest and whisper into your ear.

"Don't think I don't know what it is your doing because I do but those tits of yours are just to gorgeous to look away from"

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Witches road (Fem!reader x Agatha Harkness)

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Summary: Agatha seeks a coven to walk the witches path. Yet there is one name on the list, she had not thought about for a very long time. With no other faith, she follows a familiar to the darkest hour. [Witches road series]

Seekest thou the road to all that's foul and fair

A bell chimed.

Once, echoing hauntingly through her mind. Making her slowly turn back. Her gaze going up to the fence, seeing a black cat sit. It’s tail swishing from side to side. Agatha’s eyes widened, recognizing the cat so fondly. The cat meowed loud, making her jump out of her skin, hand pressed against her chest.

The cat’s green almond eyes piercing through her. It made her swallow deep as if being read by the cat. Agatha. She felt the world closing in on her as the cat kept staring back. Agatha. The cat’s head slightly bend forwards as it purred. Agatha.

Agatha. A hand grabbed for her shoulder, making her startle. Spinning round she came face to face with the teen. – “Are you alright Agatha?” – he asked furrowing his brows a bit. Agatha settled the fear in her expression, washing it away with a subtle change.

“Get a move on.” – she said giving the teen a shove. He stumbled forwards, looking confused back at her. Agatha gave him another shove when he wasn’t hurrying enough to her liking. The teen followed her to the divination shop. – “Let me do the talking.” – Agatha proposed slapping her hand against his chest.

The teen rubbed his chest mindlessly when Agatha adjusted the shawl around her shoulders. Entering the shop with a smile too grand. Putting on a thick accent, she proposed for a reading. Coming only with one purpose.

To find a coven to walk the witches road. To be rewarded at the end with her powers. Her powers that were taken from her when the darkhold was destroyed. Powers she desperately wanted back. Being vulnerable at the moment as the seven were coming.

The wind stilled as Agatha quirked an eyebrow up to Lilia. Confused looked Lilia down at the paper in her hand she had written vigorously on. – “This should be enough.” – she said giving the paper to Agatha to be rid of it. – “Now leave before I start charging you again.” – Lilia finished with a sway of her hand. Agatha curled up a smile. – “Well your name is on the list.” – she said turning the paper to her.

Lilia sighed loud as the teen approached her, handing her the address of Agatha. Agatha looked back down at the list, her gaze stopping at a certain name. A cat meowing chimed around her, startling her once more. Now there was no ignoring it. Something she had hoped to avoid for a very long time. Yet the chiming of a bell alerted her this was the path she needed to follow. A path that would lead her to someone she had long forgotten in the past. You.

“Who is next on the list?” – the teen asked once stepped outside. Agatha folded the paper in her hand. – “Shut it Toto.” – snapping her finger, she pointed at the car. The teen obeyed and got back in the car. Agatha tried to avoid the name on the list for as long as possible. Focusing on persuading the others to form a coven. A coven she needed for the witches road.

The teen and Agatha returned from the last one as she heard another cat meow. Making her turn her head to distinguish where the sound came from. To her surprise no black cat in sight. With furrowed brows, she walked to the car. Perhaps she had imagined it. Perhaps she had been fooling her head too much with it. Agatha and the teen got in the car. The car got in motion as the teen had to press the brakes hard. Making Agatha nearly fling forwards.

In the way stood a black cat. Staring hauntingly at Agatha. – “Agatha?” – the teen questioned when Agatha heard another chime of a bell. Numbly, she opened the door, getting up. The black cat meowed soft for her attention. – “Agatha?” – the teen repeated not sure what was happening. The cat meowed louder. Agatha didn’t move as the cat came running over to her.

Frightened Agatha stumbled back. – “Agatha? What’s going on?” – The teen could clearly see the fear on her face. Agatha was breathing loudly as the cat came jumping on the hood of the car. Meowing loud before turning his head in a direction. The cat jumped back down, strutting further up the road. Waiting in the middle for them.

“It want’s us to follow him.” – the teen said with a curious smile. Agatha shook her head inn protest. – “This familiar can’t lead us anywhere. Only to death and ruin.” – Agatha responded. Agatha got spooked hearing another hauntingly chime. The cat waiting patiently.

“I’m going to follow it.” – the teen said getting in motion. – “Toto!” – Agatha shout-whispered to keep him on his leash. The teen wasn’t listening making Agatha go after him. Down, down, down the road. Down the wide and wicked road. Leaves rustled with the wind around her. Blindly she followed the black cat, down, down, down the road.

The cat strayed from the path, leading to a woodsy part. Ground covered by brown crumbled leaves. Crunching beneath their feet. The teen looked happily back to Agatha. Agatha wary of what would await her at the end of the road. Another bell chimed as she could see appear between the trees a chapel. Agatha’s heart began thumping loudly as she entered the darkest hour. Following thy familiar down, down, down the road.

The black cat came to a halt underneath an archway. Agatha looked with wide eyes up to the archway. Cemetery. It read. – “Agatha?” – the teen said out loud, waiting for her guidance. The cat meowed once more, drawing her attention down. – “It can’t be…” – Agatha whispered. Knowing only blood, tears and bones awaited her. Down, down, down the road.

The cat got in motion once more as Agatha moved past the teen to enter the cemetery. Nothing but death and ruin breathing. With each step she felt her heart heavy down. Following thy familiar down the road. Her gaze fully fixated on the cat. Not straying from the path. The cat went down the path, disappearing as it made Agatha stop.

Gasping loud at the headstone. Reading thy name on it. The black cat appeared once more, having jumped on top of the headstone. Laying down, his tail swaying down over your name. The teen came joining Agatha, pantingly.

Agatha pulled out the crumbled piece of paper, unfolding it. There she read it once more. Your name. Salem was the last time she had seen you. Haven no idea you were dead. The bell chimed as it made Agatha look shockingly up. Seeing the bell move slowly, waiting for the next chime. Two more chimes rang, deafening the century. Earthly and divine. The cat looked down at the ground.

A second later, broke a hand free. Grabbing for Agatha’s ankle. The sudden grip made her look down with a scream. Lifting her foot up, the hand got pulled out more, revealing more of an arm. The grip faltered around her ankle as she stumbled back. The teen preventing her from tripping. Her eyes widened when another hand shot out from the ground. 

Feeling the wind around her set off. Swirling around her. The pair of hands were crawling for a way out. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road. Carried along the wind. The earth tangling as an opening was made. A head popped out with a loud gasp. Hair caught with sand and leaves.

Agatha sunk to her knees watching you crawl out of the grave. A hand against her heart, with a heaviness in her eyes. The cat jumped down from the headstone coming to sit before you as you pulled out your legs. Reaching your mudded hand out, you petted your familiar. Then you slowly rose. Naked to the flesh. Risen from the grave. – “Y/n.” – Agatha whispered out. Tilting your head up, you greeted her with a trickery expression.

The bell chimed once more as it made Agatha grasp for her heart. – “I heard you seek the witches road.” – you said. Agatha slowly rose, holding her hand out to touch your cheek. Wanting to be certain you were here. You let your cheek brush against her palm with your eyes closed. Enjoying her touch.

“I’m sorry Agatha, but who is she?” – the teen questioned with a confused look. Agatha gazed upon you fully, smirking a bit. – “Y/n.” – Agatha responded holding her palms against your cheeks once more. In her eyes, you saw a question waiting to be answered. – “I hold death's hand in mine. Primal night, giveth sight. Familiar by thy side” – you told her. Agatha smiled.

She quickly undid herself off her jacket, giving it to you. You pulled her jacket closer to you, to give yourself warmth. Your eyes fell upon the locket dangling around her neck. It made you reach out to touch it. Letting your finger brush over the roughness of it. – “You’ve kept it.” – you spoke with a soft smile. She took your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

“It is dangerous to seek out the witches road.” – you told her, lowering your hand. – “That is why I need you.” – she replied. It made you quirk your eyebrow up, looking briefly down at your familiar. – “My familiar says you have been avoiding him. Were you afraid to see me Agatha?” – you questioned.

Agatha chuckled nervously. – “Well…” – she started, gasping loud as you had grabbed her by the throat. Squeezing your fingers in her skin. – “Bound by earth and buried by thy coven from your mistakes.” – you reminded her, squeezing her airpipe shut. Agatha was grasping for air.

“Y/n let her go!” – the teen begged. With one last squeeze, you let go. She dropped to the ground, grasping for air. Agatha looked up to you, holding her neck. You walked past her, humming loudly. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road. You sang hauntingly with a smile, leaving the cemetery behind you.

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𖤓 part vii. | series m.list | prev | part viii.

touya had been at camp for less than 24 hours and he could already feel himself cracking. you were insufferable, stubborn, and self righteous, but it doesn't take him long to remember that you always had been.

betweens silent sips of the beer bottle twirling between his fingers, he thinks back on the summer after his sixteenth birthday- which he concluded was the last good summer before things started getting bad.

this was the year that touya had forgotten to pack deodorant for one of japan's hottest summers within the last decade. knowing you, it didn't take much convincing for you to practically beg him to take your spare. you two spent the entire summer smelling like lilac and white tea.

touya distinctly remembered all the teasing from other campers that so obviously made its way under your skin. you've always been so easily irritable. he probably spent that entire summer warning you about getting a crinkled tan line right in between your eyebrows from all the scowling.

he almost audibly laughs to himself. compared to the look on your face when you two made eye contact earlier today, he half-way wished it was that scowl instead.

touya leans his head back and lets it hit the smooth wood of the cabin wall, bringing the opening of the bottle up to his lips. this wouldn't be the first night he'd be drinking with you on his mind.

"dude, get your fucking shoes off my bed." tomura tosses a pillow off of hawks' bed, hitting touya's shoulder.

he rolls his eyes and straightens his legs, letting his feet dangle off the side of the bed.

"loser." he mutters into the back of his hand as he swipes it across his lips.

"and if you throw up on my bed, i'm setting your cabin on fire." tomura downs the remainder of the contents in his red solo cup. "y/n in it and everything, you fuckers can die together."

touya rolls his eyes with a glint of a smirk on his lips. 

“always such a romantic, shigs. you’re more than welcome to burn with us.”

"shut up, I can't stand emo on emo crime, or flirting or whatever the fuck you guys are doing." hawks slurs, swivelling back and forth on the desk chair with his cheek pressed against the palm of his hand. "y/n is just another one of touya's victims, leave them out of this."

tomura drops his head into his lap, slapping a hand over his mouth to suppress a fit of drunken giggles. hawks look over at him with a wide grin.

"that wasn't even funny, shigs." he giggles. "shut up or else touya's gonna beat your ass."

"me?" he exclaims. "you're the one who said some stupid shit, not me. i'm gonna tell y/n and have them beat your ass." he says in between laughter.

touya's eyes flicker between the two bickering and laughing back and forth in their drunken daze. if he was a bit less intoxicated, he'd have more to say to his idiot friends and their antics.

maybe that was a cue for him to leave.

touya sits for a bit longer. it would be wise of him to sober up before stepping out into the open woods and making the trek back to his cabin- especially if he had to come to face you this late. is this feeling excitement or dread?

he taps on his phone screen. 12:37 AM.

he wonders if you were done packing. it's been almost three hours since curfew. what would you be doing now? making a summer bingo card? read a book? going through his things? plotting his demise? you were always a mass of type-a unpredictability.

the cabin door suddenly swings open, bringing the bickering to a halt and inviting in the warm summer night breeze.

while the breeze rolls in, the air sucks out of touya's lungs.

"what?" you sheepishly say, suddenly self conscious over the amount of eyes on you.

touya noticed the familiar old jacket slung over your shoulder. there was really no need for one on a warm summer night like this, but of course you had to grab it.

just in case!

your voice rings in his head.

"am i interrupting something?" you cock an eyebrow, eyeing the line of empty beer bottles lining the wall. "weren't you losers just saying something about missing me? what're you guys so quiet about?"

"you're late." hawks exclaims, breaking the wall of silence. "shots. now. you need to catch up." he reaches down from under the desk and pulls out a half empty handle of vodka.

"nah, put that shit away." tomura slides himself off of hawks' bed and stumbles onto his own beside touya "i wanna go to sleep."

"pull it together, crustbucket." you huff, taking his spot on hawks' bed across from the others. "you can handle a couple more shots."

you silently said your prayers. you and touya haven't seen each other since the bonfire, and he hadn't bothered stopping by the cabin before heading off to hawks and tomura's. you weren't sure if you were unintentionally-intentionally avoiding each other, or if things really are different now.

get a grip.

you silently curse to yourself, accepting the handle of vodka that you were sure had been passed around many of the other counselors that had stopped by earlier.

you squint your eyes shut in anticipation before tipping the bottle back, taking in a deep swig of the lukewarm alcohol.

you hold your breath through the burning sensation crawling down your throat. a beat passes. then two.

your eyes slowly open and catch touya's. he doesn't notice his lips curling into a smirk or his head nodding in approval as you pass the handle over to him.

you were grateful that in this weather, with this alcohol settling in your stomach, the heat prickling your cheeks and ears could pass off as nothing.

"where'd you learn how to do that?" he casually brings the spout up to his lips, the smirk never disappearing.

"you don't think i know how to drink?" you cock an eyebrow at him.

"can't i be impressed?" he playfully rolls his eyes. "you used to be such a wimp when it came to this stuff."

you don't reply, but instead press your lips together and avert your gaze down to your shoes.

if they were kids again, touya would take this as a success. you don't let him win often- or at all, really, but there's something bitter laced with your silence.

things feel different.

a/n: ok time to check in how r we feeling abt this fellas!!!! i rlly do writing shigs n hawks like this like i lowkey think they should all kissssss heh

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[marvelsgirl616]

[holyblonded]

headcanons | birds of a feather

notes: quick hcs to give background on Cecilia and Paige

✧ Cecilia was Paige's tutor in middle school but had to stop cause Paige would just stare at her the whole session

✧ Cecilia is a huge morning person, courtesy of her mom, and wakes up early for a morning jog. This habit eventually rubbed off on Paige and later on when they live together she joins Cecilia on her jogs

✧ Paige never calls Cecilia, Cecilia. At first, she called her Cece but when everyone else started calling her that Paige decided she needed a new nickname

✧ At one of Cecilia's peewee soccer games, Paige and her dad attended after Paige begged him to go. One kid shoved Cecilia and she landed awkwardly in her wrist and started crying, before anyone could stop her Paige was on the field tackling the kid to the ground

✧ Paige's biggest pet peeve about Cecilia is that when she is upset she bottles everything up and doesn't want to talk about it

✧ Cecilia's biggest pet peeve about Paige is that she automatically thinks she's right about everything

✧ Drew genuinely believes Paige and Cecilia are married (cause they told him they were since birth) and calls Cecilia his sister

✧ Cecilia is wickedly good with math and did all of Paige's homework in middle school until their parents caught them

✧ Even though Cecilia spent their high school years in Spain, the two never broke up. Paige even claimed it made their relationship stronger

✧ Cecilia has tried many times to teach Paige Spanish and Catalan but it often ends in a make out session

✧ Cecilia grew up around the Minnesota Timberwolves. Her mom played with the Minnesota Lynx, where she won a championship, before retiring due to an injury. She then coached for the Timberwolves and led them to a championship

✧ Many of the Timberwolves and the Lynx check up on her and some even go to her Barcelona games

✧ Paige believes everything she does should be rewarded with kisses. Even as a kid whenever she won basketball at recess she would go over to Cecilia and ask for a kiss on the cheek

✧ Whenever Cecilia trips up on her words and Paige starts laughing, she immediately says, "English isn't my first language."

✧ Paige takes her naps very seriously and always drags Cecilia into it. It has slowly been added into Cecilia's daily routine and now she can't go the day without one nap

✧ Paige can sometimes get jealous of some of the girls on the team. She knows that they are just affectionate and it’s all platonic but she can’t help but to get that burning feeling in her stomach sometimes.

✧ As kids, Cecilia had a pet rock that Paige had major beef with and still does to this day

✧ When they were kids, one time Paige wore a Real Madrid shirt and Cecilia didn't talk to her the whole day. Paige was so distraught that on their walk home she fell on her knees in tears so Cecilia broke and told her the reason. Paige immediately took the shirt off when they got to Paige's house and she threw it in the trash

✧ Cecilia's dad is a big time retired English football player (think like David Beckham era) and now coaches Bayern (there’s been rumors of him going the Real Madrid) but he is not in her life. She's probably only met him three times and my people don't know he's her father because she has her mom's last name. In fact, the only people that know are her family and the Bueckers family

✧ Cecilia has many little talents. One includes playing the piano and having perfect pitch

✧ After a game, Cecilia always plops down on the field and rests. It's become apart of her routine at this point and the media loves it

✧ Cecilia’s mom, Georgina is a WNBA legend. She went to the University of Connecticut with Sue Bird. She led the Minnesota Lynx to many victories as a teen and did the same with the Spanish Women’s Basketball Team. She met Cecilia’s father at the 2000 Olympics and they started dating. After she got pregnant and her BD expressed his disinterest in the baby, Georgina left and took a leave from the WNBA to raise Cecilia with her support system (Alexia, Mapi, Alba and Eli)

✧ Cecilia has two godmothers and one godfather cause her mom didn't know that many men that being: Alexia Putellas, Sue Bird, and Kobe Bryant

✧ Alexia and Georgina grew up together but Georgina basically lived with them cause her parents never cared for her. Georgina was Alexia’s older sister and always looked up to her. Eli refers to Georgina as her and Jaume’s first daughter because she was raising her before she even had her own kids.

✧ Sue and Georgina played for UConn together and they became a dangerous duo on and off the court. They were best friends, roommates, teammates. It’s was a no brained for Georgina to make her one of Cecilia’s godmothers.

✧ Kobe and Georgina met when Kobe went to the Lynx vs Sparks game. He saw Georgina get her nose broken right before half time, by the time half time was over, she had her nose bandaged and was back in the game and she completely balled out. They have been close friends ever since and he teared up when she asked him to be Cecilia’s godfather

[lvnleah]

You Can Let It Go | AWFC x teen!reader

Summary: after a long recovery after having your endo surgery, you finally make your return to the pitch but two people you were hoping to be there aren’t.

word count: 1.5k

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Growing up you’d never had the best relationship with your parents. In comparison to your friends, your parents were never around. You lived a comfortable lifestyle and the opportunities you were given were amazing but you’d trade everything if it meant having a closer relationship with them.

Your dad had his own lawyers firm and travelled out of the country quite a lot, your mum was a PR manager for high-profile celebrities which she also travelled a lot for. With your parents travelling a lot it meant that you were left with your grandma.

It had been two months since your endometriosis surgery, the weeks after the surgery were spent with Beth, Viv and Leah making sure you didn’t lift a finger. They cooked your meals, cleaned up after you, did your laundry and spent many days with you lying in bed watching Disney movies.

Leah visited every day after training, bringing you your favourite snacks and magazines to flick through. She was there for you no matter what time of the day it was, there was one occasion where you slipped out of bed and cried in pain in her arms while you were sleeping over.

You found yourself unable to sleep, the pain in your abdomen stubbornly refusing to go. You slipped out of bed and slowly walked down the hall to the living room where Leah, Beth and Viv were sitting on the couch a movie playing softly in the background.

“Leah,” you whispered, tapping her shoulder gently.

She stirred, blinking sleepily at you. “Hey, kid. What’s up?”

“Can’t sleep,” you admitted, your voice shaky. “The pain...it’s really bad tonight.”

Leah sat up immediately, “Okay, let’s try and get you comfortable.” She helped you back to your room, propped you up with pillows, and handed you the heating pad. “Take some more pain relief. I’ll stay with you until it kicks in.”

You nodded as Leah climbed onto the bed beside you, you cuddled into her, “I’m scared, Leah. What if this never gets better?”

“It will, kid,” Leah reassured you, her voice soft but firm. “It might take time, and it might be hard, but you’re strong. And you’re not alone in this.”

You gradually started to feel better. The pain became more manageable, and you began to regain your strength. Beth, Viv, and Leah were with you every step of the way.

Eventually, you returned to training, the physios had made up a plan that introduced you back into training slowly and carefully. The team welcomed you back with open arms. You took it one day at a time, listening to your body and not pushing yourself too hard.

The morning of your comeback game came quickly. You woke up feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, you were a little tired after not being able to sleep out of excitement. Beth and Viv were already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. You quickly got dressed and joined them, your excitement bubbling over.

“Morning!” you greeted cheerfully, plopping down at the kitchen island.

“Morning, kid,” Beth said with a smile, flipping a pancake onto a plate. “Big day today! How are you feeling?”

“Excited! And a little nervous,” you admitted “But mostly excited, I think, I don’t know. I can’t wait to play again.”

Viv grinned, setting a glass of orange juice in front of you. “You’re going to do great. We’ve all seen how hard you’ve worked to get back to this point.”

You dug into your breakfast, the food helping to calm your nerves. “Thanks, Viv. I’m just really hoping my parents show up. I haven’t seen them in a while, and it would mean a lot if they were there.”

Beth and Viv exchanged a quick glance, but you were too focused on your pancakes to notice. “I’m sure they’ll be there,” Beth said, trying to keep her tone light.

“Yeah,” you said, a hopeful smile on your face. “It’ll be nice to have them see me play again.”

After breakfast, you grabbed your gear and headed out with Beth and Viv. The car ride to the stadium was filled with chatter and laughter, the three of you discussing tactics and game plans. Your excitement was infectious, and even Beth and Viv couldn’t help but feel the anticipation.

You arrived at Meadow Park, instantly finding Kyra and Alessia to walk around the pitch with. After that, you headed inside and changed into your kits before heading out for a warm-up.

As the warmup came to an end, you noticed Leah, Beth and Viv talking near the entrance to the changing room. Leah looked over at you, nodding before Beth and Viv walked away.

As you headed for the changing room with Kyra, laughing your heads off, Leah was waiting for you, her expression a little more serious than usual.

“Hey, kid. Can we talk for a sec?” she asked.

You felt a knot tighten in your stomach. “Sure, what’s up?”

Leah glanced around, ensuring no one else was within earshot. “I know you were hoping your parents would be here today...but they’ve not turned up, kid.”

You swallowed hard, trying to mask the sting of disappointment. “Oh, that’s okay. I figured they might not make it. Work and all.”

Leah pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry, kid. We’re all here for you, though.”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks, Leah.” You forced a smile, determined not to let the news dampen your excitement.

As the game began, you could feel the weight of their absence pressing on you. You tried to focus but your mind kept drifting back to the empty seats where you’d hoped to see your parents. Each missed pass, each stumble felt like a personal failure, the disappointment gnawing at your confidence.

By halftime, it was clear that something was off. Beth and Viv exchanged worried glances. As you took a sip of water, Jonas walked over to you.

“I’m taking you off, okay?” He told you, “I heard what’s happened, you’re not in the right frame of mind and I don’t want any injuries. Is that okay?”

You nodded and changed into your Arsenal tracksuit before joining the rest of the team on the bench. The full-time whistle blew and you shook the hands of the other team before heading inside to gather your things.

The car ride home was silent. Beth and Viv tried to engage you in conversation, but you responded with blunt answers, your gaze fixed out the window. The tension in the car was thick, and you could feel their concern, but you were too wrapped up in your own thoughts to address it.

Why couldn’t they turn up for one thing? All you wanted was a few hours of their time.

As soon as you got home, you headed straight to your room, slamming the door behind you. The moment you were alone, the tears you’d been holding back spilt over. You curled up on your bed, clutching your childhood teddy to your chest as sobs wracked your body.

In the kitchen, Beth and Viv stood in uneasy silence, the weight of your sadness pressing down on them. “She’s really hurting, Viv,” Beth said quietly, her voice tinged with worry.

“I know,” Viv replied, her brow furrowed. “We need to do something.”

Beth nodded. “Let’s go to her.”

They made their way to your room, knocking gently on the door. “Hey, it’s just us,” Beth called softly. “Can we come in?”

You wiped your tears away quickly, trying to compose yourself. “I’m fine. Just…just need some time alone.”

“Please, kid,” Viv said, her voice tender. “Let us in.”

You hesitated, but the sincerity in their voices made you relent. “Okay,” you whispered.

They entered the room, closing the door behind them. They sat down on the end of your bed together. “We’re here for you,” Beth said, her hand resting gently on your leg.

You began to cry again, harder this time. “I just... I wanted them to be here,” you choked out. “I thought... maybe they’d come.”

Viv laid down beside you and pulled you into a hug, her arms comforting. “I know, kid. It’s okay to feel hurt. But we’re here, and we care about you so much.”

Beth rubbed your back soothingly. “You don’t have to go through this alone. We’re your family too.”

“I wish you were my parents,” you confessed through your tears. “You’ve done more for me than they ever have. I’m…I’m so stupid for thinking they’d turn up!”

Viv tightened her embrace. “We love you, Y/N. And we’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

Beth nodded, her eyes glistening with her own tears. “You’re not alone. Not now, not ever.”

Their words, their presence, soothed the ache in your heart. For the first time, you felt the depth of their love and support, and it gave you a sense of belonging you hadn’t known you needed. The three of you sat there for a long time, holding each other until the tears finally stopped and you fell asleep.

You fell asleep in their arms, clutching your childhood teddy. Once they knew you were asleep, they slipped out of your room and let you sleep the night away.

[voonroo]

Hell?

⌐‣Hazbin Hotel x teen reader (platonic)

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Hot.

Hot.

Hot.

Hot.

Hot.

Why the fuck is it so hot.

Damn.

Everything hurts.

I don't want to open my eyes…

You were met with the sounds of screeching tires, crackling fire, yelling, and many other chaotic noises. It was as if the world was falling apart at the seams.

Opening your eyes, you quickly notice that you could hardly see. This place you are in is so different from what you knew. Wait- what did you know?

Standing up and almost stumbling, you felt as if everything you had ever known was slipping from your fingers. From your brain. What was my name again?

God, everything’s blurry.

Why is it so loud?

My heart is beating. Very loud, loud.

I don't like how loud it is…

Your breathing was uneven, and the stress began to show on your face. You looked down at the clothes you were wearing. What?

You were wearing basic black and red plaid pajama pants. A black tank top with wide arm holes that reached almost down the whole shirt length. You could feel your undergarments touching your body under your clothes.

I don't like this.

Something about these clothes makes me feel insanely claustrophobic.

I need to change.

God, I can't see shit in front of me.

You began to stumble around. You felt so on balance but so off balance at the same time. It was fucking nauseating

You couldn't see for shit but you could hear everything going on around you. All the different noises clashing with each other to the point of being unable to distinguish the direction they're coming from.

You're frozen in place when you hear a voice call out to you in the chaos.

“Damn kid- you alright?”

The voice sounded like a man… but it was so hard to tell with everything around you. There were screams.

“Kid.” The voice sounded a lot closer.

Your eyes darted in front of you, wandering aimlessly in hopes of being able to clearly see who was talking to you.

“Wha—” You felt short of breath. “Who?” Your breathing and the sound of your thundering heart made it so hard to focus on what was happening around you.

“You ain't lookin’ too hot kid. You just roll in?” The voice sounded both worried and not at the same time, but then again it's not like you could really care. You were a bit more focused on trying to not have a meltdown if things didn't start clearing up.

“What? What do you mean?”

There was a beat of silence from the man.

“I mean are you new here? In hell?”

Hell?

“What do you mean hell?”

“Damn, kid! Are you blind? Look around and tell me this doesn't look like hell!”

Knowing you wouldn't be able to see, you swiveled your head around in hopes that, maybe, you'd be able to see clearly for the first time in what felt like forever, even if it's only been a few minutes. But to no one's surprise, you couldn't. Everything was still blurry. You could feel your anxiety spike.

“I can't see.” Your voice wobbled with uncertainty.

“Oh, so you are blind…” The voice sounded quiet now. There was silence from the man and from you as well. Hopefully staring at the man, you spoke in his direction. Your voice growing shaky due to stress.

“I can't see shit, what I can hear is so loud that I can't distinguish shit, my back hurts like shit, and apparently, I'm in hell!” You let out in a small outburst.

This situation is so… so entirely frustrating.

I still want to- no I need to change into something.

I feel so itchy in these clothes.

Subconsciously, you scratched at your arms, only to recoil in shock when you felt fur. Not skin. Fur. That must have been the final nail in the coffin for your nerves.

The poor voice (hopefully) in front of you, was not prepared for the following,

You, letting out a high-pitched animal-like shriek.

You, frantically looking around even if you couldn't see.

And lastly, you were fainting.

The voice felt so bad for what had just happened in front of him, even if he didn't contribute much to your shock, seeing someone as young-looking as you in hell and then passing out on the side of the streets. He did the only thing he could think of.

He brought back you to the hotel.

The only place he thought was safe enough for a kid to be in hell.

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[boy-of-death]

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[starkwlkr]

saw that your request are open. I was wondering if you could write charles getting emotional because ruby just graduated high school

slipping through my fingers | charles leclerc

an: it’s been a while since I’ve written for ruby but we’re back baby!! guys idk how high school in monaco works so please don’t make fun of me if I get stuff wrong I’m doing research ok 😭 i went to school in america lol

The day was finally here. It was the day that Ruby had been waiting for her entire life and the day that Charles dreaded. His baby was graduating and he couldn’t accept the fact that she was growing up.

All morning, Charles had been taking pictures and reminding everyone that ‘Ruby was growing up too fast’. Everyone knew it of course, little Ruby Leclerc had grown up way too fast. It feels like it was just yesterday that she was messing around with Charles’ phone.

“Papa, hurry! I don’t want to be late!” Ruby practically shoved Charles out the door. She was dressed in a new dress that Y/n had bought her along with her cap and gown. While most of her friends were wearing heels or flats, Ruby went with her converse. It took lots of convincing for her parents to say yes, but I’m the end Ruby got to wear her red converse. Ruby then started running out the door in fear that she was going to be late for her own graduation.

“Wait! It’s okay. . .” Charles called out, grabbing his car keys from the counter. As he made it to the front door, he saw a picture of his family from his Monaco win. Back when Ruby was still asking him to tie her shoes and Mathéo still slept with his favorite blue blanket. “We have time.” He spoke to himself.

On the way to the ceremony, Ruby was talking about all the universities her friends were going to attend. Most were going to Harvard or Stanford. Ruby still hadn’t revealed where she would continue her studies and it made Charles nervous. Was she finally leaving Monaco?

“What did you want to be, papa?” Mathéo brought Charles back to reality. “Like when you were my age, what did you want to be?”

“Well, I always planned to be a Formula one driver, but if that didn’t work out then maybe an architect.” Charles replied.

“What about you, maman?”

“I always wanted to be a princess.”

The kids laughed, along with Charles. “But everyone calls papa the prince of Monaco so technically you are a princess!” Mathéo clarified.

“I guess you’re right, baby.”

When the Leclerc family made it to the school, Ruby spotted her uncles, aunts and grandmother. She immediately ran up to them and greeted them with kisses on the cheek and a hug.

“Stop growing!” Pascale placed another kiss on Ruby’s cheek.

“That’s what papa kept saying all morning!” Ruby laughed.

After everyone greeted each other, it was time for Ruby to get to her assigned seat. She quickly said a goodbye to each of her family members. Before she could leave to join her friends, Charles pulled her aside.

“I want to give you this. It’s your special day and you deserve something special.” Charles took out a small box from his pocket. He handed it to Ruby and watched as she opened it.

Ruby couldn’t believe it. She took the necklace out of the box and gasped. “It’s the one I wanted!”

“Let me help you put it on.” Charles offered. He took the box and placed it back in his pocket. Ruby turned around and lifted up her hair so Charles could put the necklace on her.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.” She turned around and gave him a hug. It was a much needed hug for Charles. His little girl was not a little girl anymore and he had to accept it.

“Go before you’re late. We’ll be watching.” Charles said to her before she left. He wiped away a tear and sighed. That’s when Arthur came up from behind him.

“Are you crying?” The younger Leclerc asked.

“I’m allowed to cry!”

“This feels like when you won Monaco.” Arthur chuckled.

“No, this is better than winning Monaco.” Yeah, watching his daughter cross the stage and accept her diploma? Truly better than all his wins combined.

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Where the Wild Things Are - Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen: Daughter

Plot: Wild men or monstrous infected creatures, the world is wild and ravaged by Cordecyps but some are raised in it and flourish becoming a wild thing.

Word Count: 4.2K

Pairing: Joel Miller x Platonic!Teen!Reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: canon-typical fighting/violence, comfort, harsh language, tw: description of intense injuries, trauma from abusive mother, description of child neglect/abuse

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They keep sayin' that I ain't nothin' like my father But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars If you cross me, I'm just like my father I am colder than Titanic water

Joel felt his heart so far up in his throat as he and Tommy rode off towards the cabin just like all those months ago but for a different reason. He wasn’t sure what they were going to come upon. Then gunfire fills the air, sending a chill down both Millers’ spines, spurring their horses faster. When Red appeared out of the blue Tommy quickly wrangled the creature as Joel speeds ahead. He didn’t know what those gunshots meant but he only hoped he would still find you breathing. The dense forest opens up to the large clearing where the cabin resides, Joel snaps the reins harsher on his horse to send him flying over the hillside. He only got seconds to take in the still-destroyed cabin, two dead bodies, and you on your knees with a pistol against your head.

“Y/n!” He screams right as you pull the trigger, it seems like a blur seeing you drop to the ground and he lands harshly on his feet as he dismounts his horse only one thought in mind. You were dead he watched his daughter kill herself. Until he sees you roll over and start crying in pain he sprints seeing you try and reach for the pistol but he kicks it far away. You’re caked in grime and blood but the side of your head has a deep graze blood pours steadily from it. Joel rips off his flannel pressing it to the side of your head as you cry out in pain but sadness.

“You’re okay baby girl. I got you,” He mumbles holding you in his arms. You try struggling against him your ears ringing in from the damage caused to them and the wound on your temple.

“Why!” You cry and he holds you to his chest as you run out of energy. Tommy appears over the hillside unlike Joel having more time to process the scene. Your mother’s mutilated infected body and his stomach churn at the violent death, Lila lays by the pond blood still flowing steadily from her head the water turns red, and there is his brother and it seems like they are back years ago seeing his brother clutch the body of his niece. Tommy walks closer ready to pull Joel away from the sight but practically falls over grabbing his knees to calm his racing heart. Joel soothes you tears in his eyes as you cry into his chest, part of the flannel pressed to your head damp with blood and tears. You were alive.

It seems like hours of the three of you being in the field Joel soothing you until you passed out from exhaustion. Joel peels back the flannel seeing the clotted wound, it is a deep graze but he would rather it is that than you dead.

“Joel,” Tommy calls out and he looks away from his daughter, “We shouldn't be out here long,” Joel nods knowing they would have to return to Jackson but he was too worried that if he moved you were going to slip away.  Tommy rises to his feet.

“I’ll…I’ll go take care of the bodies,” Tommy has a troubled look on his face having to bury more of the dead especially ones so close to you and technically them as family.

“Thank you, Tommy,” Joel says his voice gruff but there is still a shakiness to it. Tommy leaves to start preparing the graves as Joel finds your pack lying nearby searching and pulling out a medpack. It’s a shoddy job and those at the clinic with their ever-growing injuries would make sure you’re properly taken care of. As he wraps the bandage around your head he can’t help but wonder is this exactly how Tommy felt? Tommy had been the one to find him, he made him flinch and miss. He found no reason to keep going on after Sarah and that’s how Tommy found Joel with his pistol against his temple taking the easy way out. It seemed like a blur of Tommy fixing him back up, the gunshot had made him go deaf for a bit so he couldn’t hear Tommy yelling at him with tears in his eyes as the two brothers cried and mourned together. Did he feel the fear of seeing that sight, hearing that gun go off, and praying they missed and weren’t about to continue in the world without them?

Tommy returns the bodies buried in the dirt, not the best or proper graves but a shallow one given they are both infected. Tommy brings the horses over slinging your pack over Red before letting Joel climb onto his horse. Tommy helps lift you to Joel who holds you across his lap, one hand holding the reins and the other around your waist to keep you close. Once Tommy mounts his horse with Red attached with a lead they leave the cabin in the dust. Joel glances back at the ruined cabin the only thing left there is the dead and horrid memories now.

A faint ringing wakes you up squinting at the bright light coming from the stained windows. The ringing never leaves as you groan at the pain in your head feeling like your skin is very tight. Footsteps come over to your right side, and you hear something muffled. You listen to them move once before speaking from your left side.

“Y/n can you hear me?” They call out and you turn in their direction seeing it’s one of the women who works in the clinic. Your whole body aches as you try sitting up but she quickly rushes to settle you back down. “You shouldn’t be getting up, your injuries are still healing.”

“Don’t touch me,” You glare at her getting to the point of sitting up, her hands hovering over you to make sure you don’t fall over or feel faint. Both your arms are covered in bandages, your left arm down to your palm, while your right arm has a splint around your thumb keeping it from moving. Your stomach aches and you feel something wrapped tight around your midsection. Your hand lightly traces your stomach over the clean shirt you’re in…the faces of your mother and Derek grins as they dig cigarette butt after cigarette butt into your flesh. The mutilated body of your mother flashes behind closed eyes and memories of the pond. Of Lila’s warmth, her smile, her smell, picking flowers as her mind was being eaten away. Her small body lies in the dirt as the blood feeds the earth and the water.

That’s how Joel and Tommy find you with your knees to your chest a hand clutching your stomach the other in your hair as you cry into yourself. Since returning to Jackson hadn’t dared move from you even as the doctors worked on you late into the night with the multitude of other patients. It wasn't until the sun rose again that Tommy found him still in that chair watching your chest rise and fall with each breath. Tommy practically had to drag him out of there to clean up and get some food.

“She isn’t going anywhere and plenty of people are looking over her,” Tommy pleads until Joel ultimately agrees but only for a shower, food, and a force power nap that Tommy tried forcing but the general exhaustion from the events Joel was out. When Joel awoke the brothers quickly returned to the church converted into a larger clinic. That’s where they find you amongst other folks who rest or are being treated as you cry, the young nurse looking unsure how to assess the situation. Joel quickly weaves through the people and draws you into his arms. He feels you flinch but settle into his arms still muffling your tears and cries, he glances at the nurse who points at her right side.

“She’s partially deaf in her right ear from a ruptured eardrum,” She says and Joel nods the lady taking that as her cue to leave as Tommy quickly takes her spot. What fucking irony that his daughter ends up just like him. Joel presses a kiss on your temple right over your stitches that match his own.

“It’s going to be okay babygirl…I got you,” he says and you can get fractions of what Joel says but hear him say ‘I got you’ and you’ve never felt more safe and comforted by those simple words.

It seems everywhere in Jackson haunted you with memories. The stables you found comfort in now filled you with dread, the alleys you preferred over the main streets only filled you with memories of fighting for your life through them, the playground outside the Tipsy Bison lay barren, reminders of children's laughter filled your ear imagining them playing and enjoying themselves. The streets were still stained with blood though diluted by water and rain that washes its way slowly but the iron smell wouldn’t leave your nose. The harsh dirt is pressed against your cheek as you’re shoved against the ground. The struggle in your fading as you lay there for what you assumed were only fleeting moments. The street sign of Connor’s Drive sends chills down your spine when you see the house on the corner, the phantom voices and pain ghost over your skin from the months of suffering in that home.

The blackboard stares back at you as you sit in Tommy and Maria’s living room the names and dates written on it mocking you. ‘Kevin 4/3/00-9/29/03, Sarah 7/20/89-9/27/03, and Lila 2021-5/13/25’. It felt morbid the only thing left of her was writing on a board alongside Maria’s son and another name you don’t recognize. During your time living there you never really asked about the memorial, it wasn’t your place. The melting candles flicker as if someone blew at them, maybe they were here. Her spirit forever haunts you, sinking her claws into her killer’s flesh until you soon meet your fate. Whether by another’s hand or your own.

“Hey kid,” A voice comes to your left side and you jump slightly turning to see Tommy looking a bit tired. It was still weird not hearing from your right side. Permanent hearing loss they said, they had hopes since you were young it could heal but they didn’t have the technology to help with that. Not that you cared anymore, the loss and the scar that graces your temple are a reminder of your failures. Tommy holds up your pack,

“Was able to get all your stuff from,” He cuts himself off suddenly not wanting to say that place in fear of your reaction. You just nod as he comes over placing the bag at your feet. There is still a smoky smell from the fires and the smell of iron off it flecks of blood still stains parts of it. Was her blood embedded into the fabric? You glance back at the board at the thought and Tommy silently watches you.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he starts, “That we added her…I thought it would be a good thing to remember her…to remember all of them.” He grows quiet from the closeness he held to it.

“Who’s Sarah?” You ask. It was a name that was on the memorium of your sister, you felt you had a right to know who else would remain with her. Tommy grows quiet.

“Uh, that’s…Joel daughter. Your sister.”

You laugh. A bit morbid and probably insane to Tommy watching you start laughing at the news but you couldn’t help but find the irony in it all. A macabre reunion of sisters. With only one still living though in shambles while the others are together in whatever afterlife there is. So you laugh until you hunch over to hold your head with your elbows on your knees. You hiss forced to sit up grabbing your stomach and Tommy takes a concerned step forward.

“Come on you need to change your bandages.” Tommy holds his hand out and you don’t fight it allowing him to help you up before leading you to the clinic.

The reformed clinic was quiet given the events that occurred. Most people who were injured were either minimal or threatening enough to be put on bed rest. Many families were displaced by the fire and damages so the chapel became a sanctuary for others taking people to their homes.

“They’re healing nicely given the placement would be harder,” The doctor says while applying a thicker ointment onto each burn. Tommy stands to your left while you keep your gaze straight ahead not daring to look down. “I won’t lie these will scar similar to the ones on your arms but with proper treatment, they will be less noticeable.” His words go in one ear and out the other. These were with you forever. Despite your mother rotting she will forever be with you cause of her doing. Your family’s doing impact all those in Jackson because of your actions. Once your stomach is wrapped he allows you to lower your shirt before checking over your thumb in the splint and the stitches.

“I would recommend trying some movement exercises to regain some of the mobility but nothing too strenuous and no work that would require using that hand. I or anyone in the clinic should be able to remove your stitches in the coming days.” He says before looking over at Tommy, “If she keeps her injuries clean and takes her meds she’ll be good in no time,”

Tommy thanks the doctor as he leaves the room to get yourself situated. You stand in front of a mirror your finger lightly traces the stitches across your right temple. You spot him in the reflection a sad expression on his face.

“You didn’t have to stay Tommy,” You comment looking at him through the mirror as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

“Course I did, you’re family kid,” It still felt weird hearing that. When they tried including you in spending time together in the past was met with so much restriction and fear unaware you were all related to begin with. He and Maria were your aunt and uncle, Ellie your technical surrogate sibling, and Joel.

“How is Joel,” You ask and he looks away at the sensitive topic. The last time you saw him was when he and Tommy found you crying in the church/clinic holding you tight to him whispering promises to you. To take care of you, that he wasn’t going to be like her. Then with that, you were dumped as Tommy and Maria’s responsibility wasn’t the best impression you wanted from your long-lost father but you know why he did. The fear that came from everything, the world ending, your tense relationship to start, he wasn’t sure if you even wanted him in your life. So he pushed you away to protect you. You still saw him around when you did get out of the house or when he came over to see Tommy. It was weird like he treated you with politeness and respect but as if you were acquaintances or neighborly kindness not that you were his child. His flesh and blood.

Tommy coughs nervously, “He’s as good as any of us can be. He asks about you sometimes.” That surprises you. He wonders about you even after giving you away?

“What do you say?” It felt wrong asking for more but you were curious what your father wished to know when you just lived down the road.

“That his daughter is wondering why the hell you don’t talk to her,” You smirk at his answer that he knows you would feel. You don’t realize he comes over until he rests a hand on your shoulder, “Joel…he’s a complicated guy. He might be seen as some gruff unapproachable guy but he’s got scars that still haven’t healed. He’s never good at the whole confrontation thing.”

You laugh but can’t help but agree.

“It’s a lot to process, hell I’m still processing I’m related to you,” Tommy scoffs with a laugh, “But he cares even when you both weren’t on the best terms he did. Maybe something deep down he knew you were someone to protect without knowing you were his kid.”

You’re quiet returning your gaze to yourself in the mirror taking in your features. It seems more evident the similarities you share with the Miller brothers especially the older one. Did Joel see Sarah in you or were you two so different? Most likely. You picture her as kind-hearted and soft while you are cruel and rough.

“Come on. Let’s get heading before Maria has our heads for being late for supper.” Tommy jokes and you roll your eyes at his antics before following after him.

Dinner is nice with the two adults and baby as the sun starts setting and you finish drying off the last dish. Tommy fusses over Liam while Maria wipes the table clean. Since the clinic, there was a request on your mind to ask them a bit apprehensive of their reaction.

“Tommy…Maria.” You get their attention as you stand there the rag to dry dishes being picked at from nerves, “Can I go and see Joel?”

The two have surprised looks at the request and you see Maria give a soft look over at Tommy before she goes over to the wrapped dishes of leftovers.

“Come help me make a plate.”

The cool spring breeze has the trees swaying as you hold the large covered plate making sure to keep the weight away from your splint. You hadn’t taken the time to appreciate the peaceful nights in Jackson and find solace walking towards Rancher Street. The porch light was off and inside the lights were all off making you frown. Was he or Ellie home or maybe they were asleep though it wasn’t that late at night. A melodic noise comes from your left as it fills the night air coming down the porch and starts trailing around the house only getting louder as you draw near. The sweet noise comes from Joel as he plays the guitar his hands steadily plucking the strings making music and mouthing along to something.

The loud creak from the step makes Joel freeze when he spots you instantly sitting up from his lax position.

“Hi.” You say and it’s quiet between you two before he responds.

“Hey.” His eyes flicker over you and you see his shoulder slump in relief seeing you unharmed.

You raise the plate slightly, “I brought food for you and Ellie, Maria had extra leftovers so I thought to bring you guys it.” He nods still in a bit of shock processing each word.

“Ellie isn’t here, she’s at a sleepover with Dina,” Joel says and you nod rocking on your heels. He immediately gestures at the table beside him, “Here so you don’t strain your hand.” You move across the porch placing it down before standing there a bit awkwardly with Joel looking a bit uncomfortable as well.

“How are you?” You ask and he perks up at the attempts of small talk.

“Good…I’m good. How…How are you feeling?” It’s a stupid question Joel already knows the answer. How would anyone feel finding out their whole life was a lie, their mother trying to kill them, learning their real father, having to put down their infected sibling, before killing their infected mother, and then trying to kill themselves?

“Alright…I’m doing better with…everything.”

Joel nods mumbling, “That…That’s good.”

“Tommy’s making sure I’m taking my meds, eating enough, keeping myself busy.” You pause before adding, “Just stuff fathers do.” Your comment hits hard and he flinches slightly looking away unable to face you.

“Joel,” He refuses to look, “Why have you been avoiding me?” Too many overwhelming self-harming thoughts take over.

“Is it cause I’m my mother’s kid? I know having Ellie is a lot and adding another is already a hassle enough. I know I’m not Sarah and—” Too many thoughts take over each growing worse and worse.

“Kid no,” Joel stands up grabbing your shoulders and making you look up at him. His face is conflicted but you see sadness in it, “Just let’s sit.” He guides you to sit before doing so himself. He sighs resting his head in his hands before looking up at you.

“I didn’t expect to have you,” His words send a dagger in your heart, “I’m not saying I’m not happy though. After Sarah I thought it was over then I met Ellie and Christ she could’ve been my blood if I wished it enough. Then you came along.” You see his hand grab the broken watch he always wears.

“Christ you were a pain in my ass,” He pinches the bridge of his nose with a laugh, “I wanted nothing to do with you. You were dangerous in my eyes I didn’t notice how much you were like me. But I saw in your behind that aggression and bitterness just a girl, a child in this fucked up world. So I wanted to protect you, like I protect Ellie…like I protected Sarah. I saw you more and more involved until your mother came back and it felt like I lost that chance all over.” The look on his face is vulnerable as he picks at his nails and a flash of anger crosses his face.

“I would’ve ripped you out of the house so fast if I could…how you cried seeing them. Knowing what they did and failing at stopping them, I knew you would’ve only hated me more if I did.” He grows silent, “When I realized you were mine I was scared out of my fucking wits. Seeing you lay there on that ground ready to die I felt like I failed you. I could’ve fought harder so you didn’t have to go through that loss. If I could have gone back all those years ago and stayed with your mother with the knowledge I know now I would’ve done it in a heartbeat. If I meant you never dealt with the pain she put you through because I failed you all those years ago.” His eyes are glossy and you don’t realize yours are as well. Joel takes a shaky inhale reaching over and thumbing away a stray tear that’s fallen down your cheek.

“That’s why I pushed you away. Gave you to Tommy and Maria to take care of you better than I ever could’ve. I’ve already failed you too much to think you’d want me in your life. How could I call myself your father if I only caused your suffering.” He sounds so defeated having accepted the reality he would only be a ghost in your life. To watch you grow up, and live your life from the outskirts.

“I always wondered who my father could be. As a kid, I dreamed of the kind of man he was, that one day he’d come back into my life and everything would be perfect. It was only when I got older I grew to hate the idea of one and my mother only fueled it. He was a sleaze who left, abandoned a pregnant woman in this world to raise a child, a bastard father for a bastard daughter.” Your finger traces your sleeve where the scar lies underneath the fabric having memorized each placement.

“It felt wrong knowing all these years to put a name to a face. Made my fucking skin crawl to see what I was missing all this time. Part of me that kid still desperate to know who their father was felt betrayed by Derek,” You laugh slightly, “You know I thought every time I spent with him, ‘Why couldn’t he be a better man against my mother? Why couldn’t he protect me like Joel would?’ Ironic isn’t it?” You hum.

“I want you a part of my life Joel,” You admit and he looks surprised, “It kills me seeing you look right through me or treat me like anyone else in Jackson. It will kill me if you treat me like Tommy’s responsibility instead of your daughter.” His eyes are red, tears long spilled at your confession.

“I want to be your kid Joel,” You say before growing hesitant, “If you’ll have me?” He nods quickly rubbing at his eyes.

“I’d like that.” His voice is thick with tears and you smile through unshed tears as you look at Joel, your father. Wiping the tears from your face glancing at the instrument that was the only witness of your conversation.

“Do..do the offer for those guitar lessons still stand?” You ask and a smile covers his face as he reaches over to grab it.

“Yeah, they do, kiddo.” He passes the instrument to you and you try mimicking the way he held it himself. It was a bit weird, especially with the splint on your hand against the top of the guitar.

“Okay use your first three fingers to press,” He guides your fingers to a specific position as you lean over the body to watch, “there now use your other hand to strum.” You do as you’re told and slide your fingers down all the strings a crisp nice sound comes from it. You look at at Joel with an excited smile on your face seeing his own softer prouder look on his.

“You’re a natural, just like your father.”

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[blue-sadie]

Rain Check

Imagine:

Being partnered up with stiles and scott you guys planned to do the project at your house since your parents were out of town, so you ordered pizza got snacks and drinks so you can focus on the project but that idea immediately went out the window.

"Aw scott keep doing whatever it is your doing she's fucking tightening around me so much she's fucking begging for us to breed her"

[frost-queen]

Witches road // part 3 (Fem!Reader x Agatha Harkness)

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Summary: the second trial awakens this time a generations curse. Despite the past, Agatha and you keep being drawn to each other. Not sure how much longer thy hearts can keep shutting each other out. [Witches road series]

If one be gone, we carry on, spirit as our guidе.

With an twisted feeling in your stomach, you all hovered above Sharon’s dead body. She for sure was dead. – “Well RIP Mrs. Hart. Shall we go now.” – Agatha said cold hearted. It made Jen look shockingly at her. – “Have a bit of decency.” – she exclaimed. – “A woman’s dead.” – she finished. – “Yes and Teen and Alice are digging her a nice grave. Hoorah to her.” – Agatha replied.

“Agatha!” – Lilia shouted making her groan loud. Agatha’s gaze went towards you for back-up except you gave her none. Simply shaking your head as it was wrong of her to mock a dead one. Agatha sighed deep taking a moment of silence, before being cheerful again. Sharon was properly buried.

Teen locked his arm through yours, leading you away from her grave. Having seen a distance stare in your eyes. Reflected with memories of pain. You followed him obeying, letting someone else take care of you. – “Are you alright Y/n?” – he asked a bit concerned.

You looked down at him with a smile. – “All better now.” – you answered, letting your hand rub up and down his arm. Still locked in arms, you followed the others down the leavy road. Wondering where the road would take you next. Knowing another trial was at hand. It wasn’t a question of what but a question of when.

As if summoned a house stood leading to the end of the road. A breeze of wind caught a few crumbled leaves along the way, sending it flooding over your feet. Looking up, you sensed there was something in the wind. Alice had frozen, staring at the house. – “I’m not doing this!” – she called out, going back.

Agatha rolled with her eyes, going after her. Taking a step forward, your arm slipped out of his. Blinking rapidly, you saw everyone go after Agatha, not wanting to be split up. Teen tugged on your sleeve as you went along.

“Alice stop!” – Agatha shouted. Alice stopped, not out of Agatha’s calling but off the horror she saw before her once more. The house cutting the end of the road. – “Well…” – Agatha said with clasped hands. – “You can run away from it, but the road will always make it work somehow.” – she finished with a wicked smile. It made Alice give her a glance of annoyance.

“The only way is forwards.” – you said stepping to the front to take the lead. Teen right behind you, followed by Lilia and Jen. Agatha closed the line with Alice. The next trial. Fire. As you entered, you felt a soft strangeness over you. One you had felt before at the first house. Looking down at yourself, you saw the change of wardrobe again. Your gaze fell on Agatha as she seemed to have had the same thought.

She curled up a smile upon your appearance, clearly liking what she saw. It made you give her a soft glare before turning away. As the first house, there needed to be a clue. Something that would set up the trial. Alarm it of it’s awakening. Your familiar strayed after you, never going far.

Your familiar hopped onto the music board as you had entered the producer’s room. Letting your finger glide over the buttons, you heard the door behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Agatha had entered. She came leaning against the panel, blocking your path. Her gaze low on you as her gaze slowly trailed up. Focused on your chest, neck, lips then eyes. Something she had buried deep down enough bubbling up.

“What?” – you called out seeing her tilt her head. – “You clearly resent me for something.” – she said, tapping her finger against her throat. Hinting the hurt you had inflicted on her not so long ago. It made you scoff mockingly, turning your head away. Agatha observed your body language for a hint. – “You deceived me.” – slowly coming closer to her. – “You could’ve chosen a different path.” – you made clear poking her in the chest.

“You made me realise one thing Agatha.” – you told her, seeing her quirk her eyebrow up curiously. – “It was all a lie.” – you whispered out, pushing her a bit back. In her eyes reflected confusion and heartbreak. The feeling of guilt if truly she was the cause of your demise. One she still wasn’t sure how occurred. Having been told you were gone. Having taking the road to never return. To leave Salem behind. To leave her behind. Having taken a different path away from her.

Agatha leaned closer to you, cupping your cheeks. It made you draw closer to her as well. Gaze switching between her eyes and lips. The desire clear as a crystal ball within the both of you. Agatha’s lips were near yours, already feeling her breath on yours. – “I haven’t forgiven you.” – you said making her snap out of it. Agatha let go of you as the moment was over. Deep down, you wanted to beg her to hold you once more. To kiss you once more as she has done so many decades ago. Please, please. Another part of you still hadn’t forgiven her. For your faith all started with her.

The playing of a record broke through the enchantment of her past. Cutting through her misery memories. The two of you rushed into the main room where everyone was. – “Turn it off!” – Jen shouted covering her ears up. – “It told me to play it.” – teen said, holding a paper up. You knelt down, covering up your familiar’s ear instead of your own.

Letting it drive your ears insane with pain just to protect your familiar. Agatha was looking your way. With a battle cry, she ran towards the record player, smashing it on the ground. The music or rather backwards chanting disrupted to silence. Lilia, Jen and you looked at each other, briefly checking up with each other. They were all good. The ticking of a metronome made you jump out of your skin. The trial has begun.

What dark ending would it conjure in thy final moments. Lilia’s scream went through bone and marrow. Eyes widening as you saw the smoke lift from her body. As if her soul was being sucked out, lighting the body with it’s weight. Alice jumped in immediate action. Speaking out a charm whilst drawing a circle around her. Lilia suffering from the fires of hell. Having knocked on the gates of hell to release it’s inner fire. Once the circle was sealed it lifted her spirit.

No more screams and no more burning. A moment later Jen screamed, demanding Alice to protect her. Agatha had her eyes on Alice. Knowing what it was. Confronting her about the family curse. A curse send down through generations. Attention drawn away to the floor, feeling the room tilt with an eerie feeling. You sensed it before it even made an effort.

Teen was in the way as you elbowed him away to take his stand. Teen dropped to the ground with a thud. A gush of wind hitting you right in the chest. Picking you up and sending you, breaking through glass. Glass shattering into sharp pieces. – “Y/n!” – Jen, Lilia and Alice shouted loud in a panic. All Agatha could do was stare with shock at the broken glass. Only when the others got in motion, ran she faster to get there before them.

She quickly knelt down beside you, brushing some glass from off your body. – “Y/n?” – she said with worry in her voice. The others kneeling around you. You coughed loud as Alice helped you up. – “I think your curse hit me.”  - you said with half a smile. It made them all laugh out of relieve. You supported on Alice to get back up.

“You need to end this.” – Agatha told Alice. A sternness in her gaze that meant she wasn’t toying around. This could take their soul. Alice shook her head, slowly backing away. All her live she felt there had been devils around her. All curses that wanted her dead before the day was done. Agatha grabbed her firm by the shoulders.

“You must sing the song you’ve despised your entire life.” – Agatha explained to her. Alice kept shaking her head. – “The song was her charm. A protection spell just for you. Have you not wondered why the curse hasn’t taken you fully. Because every day, anywhere there is someone playing your mother’s song.” – her words inspiring Alice.

Her anger slowly settling for sadness. A grief carving in her heart. For it bled deeper than anger. A shift in her gaze gave Agatha the strength that she would succeed. Instruments were divided as you went to sit behind the drums. Waiting for Alice her cue. Lorna’s ballad. Her version of the witches road.

I have learned the lesson of all that’s foul and fair.

Our love was forged in fire, water, earth and air.

The spell is cast, how long it lasts.

Hitting the drums, you followed along Alice’s guidance. Agatha’s singing filling the room. With each word, you felt a shift in the wind. Something present, yet unseeable. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road. The house shaking. Fires erupted from behind you. Warming your back with a smothering heat.

Rising up to the ceiling like the consuming fires of hell. Hell fire blazing with rage. Hitting the drums harder, you were panted loud. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road. Your familiar jumped on your shoulder, sending a pressing on your body. Blinking confused, you suddenly got aware of something.

Letting your gaze go down. Vision blurred from the piece of glass you saw sticking out of your side. Blood dripping out. Swallowing nervously, you continued to play the drums. Drowning the vision out, focussing on the more pressing matter.

Alice called it out, her eyes full of horror. Looking up there was the creature. Send from hell to conflict pain. Your familiar hissed at it. The creature screeched loud as it made Alice stop the piano. – “I… I can see it.” – she said in utter shock. Shock that this creature had been tormenting her for so long. – “Keep going!” – Agatha shouted at her. Aware of the fires erupting around them.

Slamming the drums hard, you wanted to get Alice’s attention. Needing her to continue if she ever wanted to get rid of her curse. – “Smoke him out!” – you shouted loud. Alice took a determined breath, playing the piano keys once more. The creature took off flying straight down to Alice. It’s claws burned once it grabbed onto her shoulders.

Yelping it out in pain, she continued. Taking over Agatha’s singing. For Lorna. For her mother she was singing her heart out. Sweat having formed on your forehead, you kept playing, panting loud. From ash thy are born and to ash thy shall return. The creature evaporated into nothingness through the fires of hell.

The piano lifted up, revealing the end. You got up from behind the drums, coming nearer. – “Wonderful.” – you said before dropping to the ground. Having passed out. – “Y/n!” – Agatha called out running over to you. Her hand hovering over the piece of glass sticking out of your body. Your familiar meowing loud, letting his nose brush against your cheek for a reaction. – “Quickly, help me!” – Agatha called out.

Lilia and Jen helping her. Teen picked up your familiar, carrying her while going through the piano. Stroking him soothingly to calm him down. Outside Agatha ordered for you to be placed down. Jen took out the glass. – “There’s so much blood.” – Alice commented with a pained expression.

Agatha stood before you, holding you down by your shoulders. – “Do something. Help her!” – she cried out. Begged. – “Jen!” – she shouted catching her attention. – “Please…” – she pleaded. Begged. – “What do you need to heal her?” – Lilia asked. – “Water and moonlight.” – Jen answered. Alice went to fetch water. Returning back to her with it. With worry Agatha was watching Jen perform the spell.

“Please…” – she whispered lowering her head against yours. Jen rushed to you, making Agatha lift her head back up. Sniffing loud to wipe the tears away she wasn’t aware of were there. Jen dropped the water on your wound. Watching carefully as the wound faded away. No mark, no scar to hint you were ever bleeding. Having set up a little camp for you, Agatha decided to sit with you.

Sit close to you, holding herself as she stared into the distance. Sometimes her gaze would be on you. Keeping a close eye on you. Sniffing loud, she wiped some stained tears away. She took a deep breath, adjusting her posture. Straightening her back, rubbing her hands down her legs when she saw you move.

“Good, you’re awake.” – she said in her cheerful saying you knew were just a glamour. A glamour to hide her true feelings. Sitting carefully up, you still felt a bit out of strength. Agatha kept looking at you, nodding her head with a faint smile. Seeing her lip quiver just that little. Hinting she was doing her very best not to cry.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” – you responded brushing your hands off. Agatha smiled. – “Good, for I’m not letting you.” – she answered. Before you could answer she got up. – “Rest enough for I need your strength later.” – she said walking off. Sitting by your own, you looked around.

Fingers digging through the dirt, turning your wrist, picking up some dirt. Letting it crush in your palm before letting it drop by opening your hand. With a heavy sigh, you got up to join the others. The others were intrigued by your presence You came to sit down with a heavy sigh. Your familiar who was still on Teen’s lap, got up and ran across towards you. Snuggling up to you as you petted it.

“Y/n tell us, do you have any battle scars?” – Jen asked. Glancing to the side, you saw Agatha roll her sleeve back down. With a soft breath, you started rolling up your sleeve. The other’s eyes widening at the scar marks going in thin lines around your arm. Rolling your other sleeve up as well, you revealed the same marks.

“Where did you get these?” – Agatha asked in shock, having never seen them before. Staring in front of you, you were pulled back to the memory. Standing barefoot. The sound clear in your mind, making you gasp loud. A thorny root wrapped around your arm.

Strangling around your arm like a snake slithering. Swaying your hand forward another root strapped around your other arm. Keeping you in place. Fighting to be released. Calling it out with every might as another one strapped around your ankles. Limbs struggling and pushing against the restrains. With a mighty pull from thy earth you dropped with a thud to the ground.

Clawing your way for a grip as the roots kept strangling around you. Screaming and shouting for help. The women in front of you not moving an inch. Standing in a line before you, palms up. Crawling your way out, the roots dragged you over the ground. Dragging, dragging till you tilted down a nothingness below you. The heavens growing smaller as the darkness consumed you.

Strengthened by earth to earth you shall be send.

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[5sosprincess]

Can we take a moment to think about how they (teen wolf casting crew) thought my man was an "ugly" nerd that gets no bitches when he looks like this! also i feel like if a man can pull a buzz cut then they are hot.

[dylobilysmomg]

Cabin Fever

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟯.𝟭𝗸+

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝘂𝗯 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗽𝗻𝘃, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗪𝗥𝗔𝗣 𝗨𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗕𝟰 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗬!)

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𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙛! 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧!

Going to Lydia’s cabin over spring break was by far your favorite thing about break. It was a tradition you all started sophomore year. As soon as you guys could drive, it was cabin every spring; and it was always a blast. Lydia’s cabin was gorgeous, and huge! It wouldn’t be dramatic to say there were like 10 bedrooms in that thing. It was massive, complete with a pool, hot-tub, and of course the lake that the backyard deck overlooked.

It was about 6 pm by the time you and your friends arrived. You and Stiles rode in your car, which was quite the hassle. Stiles doesn’t like to leave Roscoe unattended for so long. However, he couldn’t fight the fact that your car was newer (a lot newer) and therefore more reliable to go the 3 hour drive down to the cabin. So, Stiles drove your car. You two pulled up to the cabin and parked behind Scott and Allison in the roundabout driveway; Lydia and Kira in front of them, and Malia and Isaac behind you.

“Finally!” You groan, unbuckling and opening the door to climb out. Stiles does the same and you both stretch after being cooped up for 3 hours. The others park and get out of their cars, grabbing their bags and making their way toward the front door to the cabin.

“Y’all ready to do this?!” Scott tells from the porch, bags in his hands. Your friends woop in unison. “Every year, baby!” Stiles shouts back, grabbing his totes bags. You grab yours and follow your friends inside.

Once inside, everyone disperses, chit chatting while deciding which rooms they’re picking, how long the drive was, how excited they are, etc. You leave Stiles to chat with Scott as you catch up to Lydia and Kira to chat with them as they walk to their room for the week. Allison trots up to you girls, leaving Scott with the boys and Malia.

“So I see you three survived the drive.” You say to them as you three enter Lydia and Kira’s bedroom and they drop their bags to the floor. “Barely, Kira slept the whole time, I was practically asleep at the wheel!” Lydia counters, Kira giggling. “Hey I was catching up on some zzzs for the party we’re having tonight.” Kira replies. “Exactly! I’ve been dreaming about this trip for weeks, I’m dying to party! Allison says excitedly. “I wouldn’t call it a party, Allison.” Lydia says, “I would! You don’t need the whole school to throw a party. All you need is some alcohol, some music—“ “And me.” Lydia interrupts, flipping her hair and giggling.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Stiles this year, things are different.” Allison asks, nudging my shoulder with here. Though this is our third year as a friend group coming down to the cabin, this is the first that me and Stiles are attending as an item. “I don’t think it’ll feel any different than how we are at home. I mean, it’s not like we don’t have sleepovers or party together in Beacon Hills. Why would this be any different?” You say. “Becauseeee it’s a romantic getaway, with a side of friends and fun of course!” Kira interjects.

You scoff at her, playfully rolling your eyes in response. “Oh come onnnnn Y/N, this is the perfect time to make a real sexy move on him.” Lydia chirps in. “Oh please, being sexy is definitely not my thing. That charm doesn’t come that easily for me as it does you, Lyd.” You answer, and Allison giggles, but nonetheless agreeing with you. “I don’t believe that for a second. I know for a fact that Stiles has said how sexy you are just about a million times.” Lydia interjects, and you laugh. “Well yeah, of course he thinks I am, but that doesn’t mean that I think I am.” How did we even get to this topic? “Why don’t we drop this subject, we gotta get ready and pregame.” You say, changing the subject. “Yeah, and God knows you and Lyds need 3-4 business days to get ready.” Allison says, and the four of you laugh.

You leave the girls to unpack and make your way down the hallways to the room that you and Stiles usually stay in. Though this is your first cabin trip as a couple, you two have shared this room since the beginning. You pad into the room to see Stiles already unpacking his clothes and stuffing them into drawers.

“Hey babe, you can have the closet.” He says, glancing over to you briefly while putting his things away. “Thank God, I did not wanna have to play you in rock, paper, scissors.” You say, plopping your bags down on the bed to begin emptying them. “Why, because you always lose?” Stiles asks. “No, because you always cheat.” You reply, and he laughs. “You can’t cheat in rock paper scissors Y/N.” He says. “That’s what a cheater would say.”

“So what’s your plan tonight. What’s this I hear about a girls only pregame?” Stiles asks, baffled at such a thing. “We want to do our makeup and gossip before the bonfire tonight, so we’re just gonna pregame just cuz.” You reply, getting out your makeup bag.

“Why do you guys want to do makeup? We’re not even going anywhere?” Stiles asks, no grasp on the concept. “Stiles, we don’t have to be doing anything special to do our makeup. It’s just something to do for fun, make us feel pretty.” You roll your eyes playfully.

“Well I think you’re pretty all the time.” He says, still finishing up unpacking, but you stop in your tracks.

“Awe, Stilesssss.” You drawl, and he turns to you. “You know what? Nope, no I take it back!” He tries to escape your advances but he’s too late, you’re already wrapping your arms around his neck and peppering his face with kisses. “You’re so adorable.” You say, placing one final kiss on his lips. “I know, it’s part of my charm.” He smirks, and you roll your eyes, turning to finish unpacking.

After settling into your room, you begin to search for your outfit tonight. You all plan on having your fun out on the deck in the backyard that overlooks the lake. And of course, taking advantage of that pool and hot-tub. You pull out one of your bikinis, your chosen outfit, and your makeup bag before walking over to Stiles, who now sat on the bed on his phone. He looks up at you as you approach, and you give him a peck. “I’m getting ready in Lydia and Kira’s room, I’ll see you out there, stud.” You say, and Stiles laughs with an “Okay, have fun,” before you exit.

Cut to you, Allison, Lydia, Malia, and Kira all getting ready for the night. You sit on the floor doing your makeup, Lydia curling her hair in the connected bathroom, Allison and Malia debating outfits, and Kira getting shots ready for the pregame. It’s nice to spend some girls time together without it being supernatural for once.

“So, you and Stiles, huh? Any spicy plans?” Kira asks from beside you. “Why must you guys always insist that me and Stiles fuck every time we’re here?” You ask, recalling many instances through out the years that the girls have tried to hook you up with Stiles. “Because now that you two are finally exclusive, we actually have a reason to expect some devising.” Lydia yells out from the connected bathroom.

“Oh come on, Y/N, haven’t you at least thought about tonight?” Allison asks, settling on some black jean shorts and a gray tank top. “I mean yeah, sure, but I really don’t see the point in day dreaming. You guys act like me and Stiles have never fucked.” You argue.

You finish your makeup and grab your dark green bikini. “Did you at least bring a super sexy bikini to send him overboard.” Lydia asks, strutting out of the bathroom in her scrunchy red two piece. Malia whistles at her and the rest of you laugh. “Lydia, I brought the same bathing suit I wear every year.” You reply, holding up the dark green fabric. Lydia gasps, snatching it out of your grasp. “Y/N you are NOT wearing this. That is practically social suicide. Are you trying to put his dick to sleep?! Not to worry, I have just the thing for you.”

You sit down on the bed by Allison, “Lyds, seriously, that green one is fine.” Malia laughs, “No offense, Y/N, but if I had a dick, it would definitely be soft if you wore that thing.” You just groan in defeat. Lydia grabs a new bikini for you from the bathroom and holds it up for all the girls to see. Everyone whistles and woops but you can’t help but be silent in shock. “Lydia how am I supposed to even fit in that! There’s barely anything covering the top.” You laugh. taking it into your hands. “That’s the whole point, babes. Now let’s hurry up and get this party started!” She says, and as if on cue, you all eek with excitement.

Next thing you know, you’ve got the perfect buzz. You and Allison are the last ones to make it to the back deck. You’re wearing your beat up shoes, some blue jean shorts, and the bikini top, bottoms underneath the shorts. You and Allison step outside to see the boys and Kira already in the pool playing with a volleyball. You two join the girls by the side of the pool and you dig through the cooler for a drink. “Who’s winning?” You ask as you watch Scott and Isaac team up against Kira and Stiles. Malia laughs, “Not sure, can’t keep track over Scott and Stiles’ shit talk.”

You, Allison, Lydia, and Malia talk and drink by the poolside while you guys watch Stiles and Kira get destroyed by Scott and Isaac. The music plays loudly as you turn your head away from the intense volleyball game, “I don’t know about you guys but I’m getting in.” You say, finally past the point from buzzed to tipsy. You stand up, and the girls follow your actions. You take your shoes off and pull your shorts down. And as if almost immediately, Stiles’ eyes are on you. His mouth is practically hanging open at the sight.

You and the girls jump into the pool, screaming from the slightly cool water. You swim up for air and you’re met with Stiles. It seems as if the volleyball game has come to a halt. “About time you joined me.” He says, hands on your waist. You slide your hands up his chest to wrap your arms around his neck. You giggle, “What, you miss me?” He smiles, leaning his head down a little, “Always.” He replies, dipping his head down to envelope your lips with his own.

You two have seemingly forgotten all about the volleyball game until you hear Lydia quip, “Get a room or get your heads in the game!” She shouts, causing you to finally separate from Stiles.

After some volleyball, marco polo, and some racing, you all decide to gather around the fire pit on the deck for a drunk game of Never Have I Ever.

You sit on the deck floor with Malia and Kira, not enough chairs to go around, not you you three minded. “Okay okay, my turn, my turn.” Allison slurs excitedly, “Never have I ever had sex at school.” She says, and everyone looks around as Lydia drops a finger, as well as Stiles and yourself.

“No way!” Kira exclaims to you, Scott and Stiles sharing a high five. “I expected Lydia, but you Y/N?! Who are you and what’ve you done with my best friend?!” Kira yells, Allison crying from laughter. “I knew it!” Alli yells.

“Okay okay, enough!” You laugh, “I’ll go, I’ll go! Never Have I Ever gotten caught by my parents.” You say, watching as Allison and Scott drop a finger, as well as Stiles’. “Hey you’ve been caught, drop it.” Stiles points, and you hold up your hands, “Hey we got caught by your dad, not my parents. Doesn’t count.” You argue, and Stiles laughs.

After a long night of games and talking by the fire, everyone slowly retreats to their rooms for the night. All except you and Stiles, who now sit by the fire alone.

“You ready to head in?” Stiles asks, standing up from his seat, finishing the beer in his hand. You stand up as well, and Stiles is under the impression that you’re about to walk inside til you start to undo your shorts buttons. “No way, I wanna test out the hot tub.” You say, sliding your shorts down your silky legs agonizingly slow, practically teasing Stiles.

At first Stiles isn’t convinced to join, “Babe, it’s getting late. We have a whole week to test out the hot tub.” He says, watching in defeat as you walk over and sip a foot into the steaming tub. You step in and make yourself comfortable, eyeing him from afar.

“Oh come on, Stilinski. You really gonna tell me no?” You poke at him, and he shakes his head before walking over and jointing you in the hot tub.

As soon as he sits down beside you though, you’re already standing up in the tub to move and sit in his lap. Stiles is a little take back by your forward actions, but is in no place to complain. You straddle his lap, arms sliding up to grasp his shoulders.

“You’ve fallen into my trap.” You slur, clearly more drunk thank Stiles. Stiles looks at you with hooded eyes, hands moving to splay along your thighs, lightly squeezing whenever he felt necessary. “Well what’re you gonna do now that you’ve lured me in here.” He asks you, his voice low and husky.

You don’t answer, instead dipping your head to connect your lips with his. His large hands wander all over your body, two handfuls of you will never be enough.

You grind into his lap, earning moans of his that slip into your mouth. His mouth peels away from yours to attack your throat, “Stiles,” You let out breathlessly, “no hickeys.” You say, and Stiles hums in response.

Stiles trails his lips from your neck down to you chest, methodically placing wet kisses between the valley of your breasts. Your hands move to tug at his wet, brown locks. Stiles’ hand wisps to your back and up to your neck, pulling the string that holds the two triangles of fabric up.

Stiles pulls the string, watching as your bikini top flips down to reveal yourself to him. Stiles moves your long hair from your shoulders, flipping it behind your back so he can view you in all your glory.

He envelopes a nipple into his mouth without warning, swirling his tongue as he does so. He’s got a free hand groping your other, your nimble fingers yanking at the hair at the base of his head.

You’re grinding down into him hard, and you can feel his boner pressing deliciously between your two swim bottoms.

“Stiles, I need—“ Stiles cuts you off with a searing kiss to the lips, “I know what you need, baby.” He answers, his hand moving down between you two.

Your breaths are harsh and shallow with anticipation as his long fingers move your bottoms to the side, swiping his middle finger through your wet folds agonizingly slow. You moan out, arching into his touch.

Stiles dips his finger into your heat, giving you a few pumps before adding another. You drop your head to his shoulder, your moans right in his ear. But soon enough, his fingers aren’t enough. You need more.

“Stiles, please.” You plead, your hands reaching for the waistband of his swim trunks. “What is it baby, what do you want?” He asks you, taunting you. You grind down on his fingers, “Please, fuck me, Sti.” You beg, and he smirks, hearing exactly what he wanted.

Stiles then pulls his fingers from your heat, and you’re about to dip your hand into his trunks when he stops you. He moves you from his lap to stand in the waist-deep water. You’re not entirely sure what he’s doing until he pushes you towards the edge of the hot tub. He places his hands on your back, pushing you down til your hands grip the edge of the hot tub.

Stiles’ hands leave your body, pulling his trunks down to release his aching erection. Then he’s lining himself up with your entrance, teasing you at first with only the tip. You’re about to whine out for more when his hands find your shoulders, aggressively pushing your front down onto the edge of the hot tub.

Stiles starts to ram into you relentlessly, gripping your shoulders tight as you throw your head back in pleasure.

“Fuck, yeah you like that? This what you wanted, baby?” He dirty talks you from behind, your mouth agape as you let out the most delicious sounds.

“Oh Stiles, yes, yes, you fuck me so good.” You tell him, his cock kissing that special spot inside you with every thrust. Stiles snakes a hand down to where you two meet, his fingers moving to abuse your swollen clit.

It’s not much longer before you’re a complete moaning mess beneath him, your release quickly approaching. “Stiles, I’m close.” You warn him, and he speeds up his pace a bit, chasing his high. His fingers work in circles on your clit until you’re shaking under his hold, orgasm swallowing you whole.

You’re squirming beneath him as he abuses your cunt, riding out your high and his approaches. “Oh fuck, Stiles! Cum in me, please Sti.” You moan, your hands gripping the edge of the hot tub.

Stiles doesn’t need to be told twice. He plows you from behind, hips slapping against you til he’s hunching over you, moaning into your ear as he spills himself into you. “Awe, fuck.”

After a moment, he slows his thrusts before slowly slipping out of your heat. You turn to finally face Stiles, completely fucked out. He yanks his trunks back up and you re-tie your bikini top.

Stiles grabs you by the waist to pull you into his arms, “We should definitely do that again. Soon. Very soon.” He says, placing a kiss to your swollen lips. You agree with him, “Let’s go inside before someone realizes we’ve been out here alone this whole time.” You suggest, and Stiles releases you from his hold and you two step out of the hot tub together.

You saunter in front of him, your ass providing the perfect view for your boyfriend. “Round two upstairs?” Ask as you approach the door inside, Stiles behind you. “All day.” He replies. He watches as you skip your way inside, taking his time strolling behind you.

“I’m so winning this bet with Scott.”

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