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shinycozytwistedglam · 9 days ago

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Onyx Storm RECAP ch28-32

Let's gather some lore and resume the journey...

WTF is happening in ch28?

Violet is back in Battle Brief where she's telling the Scooby Gang about her adventure in Deverelli.

Sawyer says that the second deal Courtlyn offered Violet was to "...trade your and Xaden's...services...for weaponry." The word services is doing a nice job of vagueing things up here, especially since it was used in the last chapter as well.

Devara makes Violet analyze the Battle Brief map so she'll stop gossiping with her friends, and we learn the venin have changed strategy and are moving into position in anticipation of the Aretian wards falling. Yikes.

Violet is back in overachiever mode, training with her squad and reading her father's books that she picked up from Narelle. The Scooby Gang are all in research mode, bringing books to read while they watch Signet Sparring in the pit.

Xaden is back from his respite in Aretia, and he & Violet talk down the bond. They're not even flirting...it's more like wistful yearning. He's either reading her thoughts or she's pushing her thoughts into him or...something. Lots of theories out there. (Personally I think Xaden's a full inntinnsic, but it's hard to say because he's been fully reading Violet's thoughts at certain moments since Fourth Wing.)

Carr is running Signet Sparring today, and shit goes sideways when he allows a fire-wielder from Second Wing to terrorize a second-year on the mat. He screams at her to "Wield!" and she drains the mat underneath her. Carr kills her immediately. Violet thinks she turned right there and I tend to agree. She was scared, not vicious.

Does this mean there's a problem with the wards after the rune hijinx? Maybe? We don't know how difficult it used to be for someone to drain for the first time when the wards were at full power. Xaden turned while the wards were down, & we don't know where/how Jack turned.

Did you notice the mention in this chapter about how they're "looking for tales of dark wielders cured by love, or good deeds, or dancing naked under a full moon after drinking the venom of a rare snake found on the farthest isle during a lunar eclipse..." LOL thank you Bex for calling out every fan theory and shooting it in the head right in front of us.

WTF is happening in ch29-32?

Mira has been on leave ahead of the next phase of the journey.

Quest squad is changing a bit. Violet adds Maren and Trager, a griffin flier with field medic skills. Aaric shows up in a swirl of fog and confronts Halden, telling him he won't allow the Continent to fall to dark wielders because Halden can't control his temper.

What the fuck is going on, exactly? Violet & the rest of Quest Squad are flying back to the southern isles to search for more irids (and a solution to the Xaden is Venin problem). They're supposed to visit 1 isle and return to Basgiath to report, but Violet has decided to defy orders and search all the isles before they return home. It's gonna be a long trip!

Where are they headed? First they're going to Unnbriel, the isle dedicated to Dunne, the goddess of war & strength. Chapter headers have described this place in terms similar to Basgiath. Everything is a challenge that begins & ends with blood.

Everyone arrives on Unnbriel after eight days of flight + rest. The squad lands in a remote area away from cities, so they can allow soldiers to approach them and set up a meeting with the queen.

Violet & Mira have a super awkward convo about Mira's trip to visit their grandmother. Lilith & Asher were estranged from Grandma, but we don't get an explanation of why.

Unnbriel soldiers show up at dawn to confront the squad. Violet selects Xaden, Cat, Aaric, & Dain to go with her into the city for a challenge and (hopefully) a meeting with the queen.

The squad shows up at the temple of Dunne, where every priest & priestess wears blue robes and has...silver hair. (Wow) Violet spots a girl about 10 years old with hair just like hers, brunette fading to silver, and is desperate to understand more.

The high priestess of Dunne appears to get the challenge started. She slices a cut on Xaden's arm. Then she slices Dain's arm too. She says some cryptic shit to Violet about "I still see us among your potential paths...Dunne will accept you. It is not too late to choose Her." Then when Violet replies "I choose him" (Xaden or Tairn, pick one) the priestess slices Violet's arm as well.

Battle Royale!

Three fights, the weapon of choice is daggers to give Violet the advantage. Violet has her opponent down but the woman won't yield until a lightning strike (!!) hits the arena. (I am almost 100% certain Violet caused this strike but we don't know how she did it. Best guess is...Andarna's power?)

Xaden wins (thanks to an assist from Violet), Violet wins, Dain gets knocked unconscious. Best of 3 makes Quest Squad the winner here.

The queen was Violet's opponent in the match, and she'll only negotiate with the person who bested her. She tells Violet they have no dragons on their isle. When Violet asks for an alliance to help fight the dark wielders, the queen tells her she'll find the cost too high.

Because the cost...is dragons.

Note: this chapter included some super interesting clues about Dunne and Violet's silver hair. I'm planning to unpack all of that in a future dedicated post which I may or may not remember to come back and link here. 🫠

#onyx storm #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #the empyrean

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cowgurrrl · 2 years ago

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It Will Come Back

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (except this is all backstory)

Author’s note: now we’re cooking with peanut oil 🤠

Summary: “I get mean when I’m nervous, like a bad dog.” Cop Car by Mitski [3.3k]

Warnings: survival stuff, parental anxiety, PTSD symptoms, Jane being the best, some smoochy smooch

More survivors filter in. Slowly, but they still show up— nobody you recognize or care about. You still haven't seen Matt, and you're quickly losing hope. Not that there was much to begin with. Time crawls on, and suddenly it's been weeks since that September night. Adam and Jane are inseparable most days. She wants to be next to him and hear what he has to say or teach her, and she laughs. Full-bellied, air-stealing, big laughs at his jokes or a funny face. Seeing her interacting with someone, especially a man, like that hurts something deep inside you. The whole time you think, she deserves a dad. She wants a dad. She's worthy of a dad, but her mom can't ever fucking pick 'em right. He's not her father, and there's nothing you can do to change that, but to her, he's a safe person to be around. That's enough for now.

There have been murmurings of a wall going up around the Quarantine Zone— nobody in or out without clearance or a death wish. After that, FEDRA will clear the rest of the QZ and get whatever survivors are here into apartments. Maybe even give us jobs again. May is still hounding you about coming around and helping at what is now the makeshift hospital, where she spends her days tending to new survivors and stupid FEDRA soldiers who take bullets to the shoulder for not paying attention. You don't care. The entirety of your attention is on Jane.

Is she eating enough? Is she sleeping? Is she getting nightmares like you are? Does she see the blood staining your hands when she closes your eyes like you do? Seeing your mom kill four people in front of you can't be good for your mental health. How do you help her get through it? What can you do to ease this aching burden you handed her without a second thought because at least she was alive? Is she happy? Would she even tell you if she wasn't? Would she still let you see that part of her, or is she aware of just how fragile you are these days? You're still in survival mode. You're not sure when you'll get out of it, if you ever will.

One night, before the last dredges of summer heat can slip away, Jane sighs as she lies next to you, staring at the ceiling. You look down and push her hair out of her face so you can see her better through the darkness. She leans into your touch, snuggling closer and throwing an arm over your abdomen.

"What's wrong, bug?" You ask quietly as you kiss her temple.

"D'you remember when we used to sit outside and look at the sky before bed?" She asks like it was years ago instead of a few weeks. In a way, it feels like it. You take a deep breath and nod.

"Yeah, I remember."

"I miss the moon," she mumbles. "Is it still there?"

"The moon?" You ask, and she hums. "Yeah, the moon is still up there. It'll always be in the sky."

"Do you think Daddy looked at the moon like we did?" She asks, and you freeze. She rarely brings him up, if at all. She doesn't know why he's not around but understands that most families have two parents. Still, you know she thinks about him, and you've told her it's okay if she does. You just didn't expect her to ask you that.

"I don't know," you admit. "What do you think?" She looks like she thinks for a moment before reaching out to play with the ends of your hair.

"I think he did." She says, and you smile. She doesn't say anything else, falling asleep in your arms not even ten minutes later. You do your best to follow suit, closing your eyes and snuggling her to your chest, but your mind floods with memories of sitting on the balcony of your apartment with her, looking up at the night sky.

It was her favorite thing to do. She would smile as you pointed out constellations and listened when you told her stories about the formations. You told her that the Big Dipper was the Little Dipper's mom, so they were never far apart. You told her that the Big Dipper loved the Little Dipper so much that they were put in the sky for everyone to see their love forever. You told her they were like you two. Before you finally fall asleep, you start coming up with a plan.

Over the next week, you take notice of the patrol shifts. You figure out when and where they patrol and when they change shifts. For the most part, it's the same rotation every few days as a few FEDRA soldiers patrol the perimeter of the QZ. However, most of them are focused on where they're building the wall, protecting the workers, and making sure nothing gets in or out. You figure if you stay away from the building site, you're in the clear. When you're alone, you pull your bag from under your and Jane's bed to check your gun. The grip still has blood, but it's loaded, and you have extra ammo. You glance around before tucking the gun in your waistband, the weight of the metal a comfort against your skin.

That night, you almost decide to change your whole plan. In the past few days, FEDRA has gotten especially jumpy, and in turn, they've gotten brutal. They've recently implemented a curfew, making everyone get off the streets and stay in their shelters from the hours of nine pm to six am. At first, the punishment for being caught outside after curfew was a slap on the wrist. Then, it became a fine that nobody paid because nobody had money anymore. Now, it's time, ranging from hours to days, spent in lockup. You've seen May helping a few people once they leave lockup, bruises and cuts littering their skin. As if fighting Infected wasn't threatening enough, now we're living under constant fear of getting the shit beaten out of us by FEDRA.

Waters doesn't even look at you when he walks through the shelter. None of them look at any of us. Their eyes are hollowed by whatever they've done since the beginning of the end. You would feel bad if you didn't know he and other FEDRA soldiers lived the most lavishly out of any other survivor. Rumor has it they spent our food budget on ammunition, and rationing will start sooner rather than later. Empathy is hard to find on both sides these days.

Still, you quietly slip your shoes on and rouse Jane awake. When she opens her eyes, she blinks at you several times like she can't comprehend that you're sitting up instead of lying next to her. "Wanna go see the moon?" You whisper, and a huge smile breaks out across her face. She sits up and puts her shoes and jacket on before tiptoeing out of the room behind you. The hallways are empty, so you sail through the old high school and to the double doors leading to the street without any issues. As you approach the door, you put a hand on Jane's shoulder, pull your gun from your waistband, and keep it low before opening the door to check that the streets are clear. Jane gets the silent message and stays back until you wave her on. She looks up the second there's no roof over her head and marvels at the vastness of the sky.

There aren't as many stars visible as usual, but you chalk that up to the new crazy amounts of pollution let off from the bombings and the building of the wall. Still, the moon is full, bright, and shining across Jane's smiling face. She's looking up, but you're looking at her, watching how she takes in the rare sight and lights up when she spots the Big Dipper. You want the joy in her eyes to stay there forever, but she quickly turns pensive as she looks at you, her eyes shifting nervously from you to the empty, dark street.

"Are we gonna get in trouble?" She asks, keeping her voice quiet so it doesn't echo across the buildings. You hide your gun away again and walk over to her, putting your hands on her arms.

"No, we're not gonna get in trouble. I know how to keep us safe, and we're not going far," you say and point to the fire escape ladder leading to the roof on the side of the high school. Still, you can feel Jane's anxiety as you hold her. You nudge her to make her look you in the eyes and smile when she does. "Do you trust me?" You ask. She thinks for a minute before nodding. "Then, let's go look at the stars."

She clings to your neck as you climb up the fire escape, not even looking down at the creaky metal under your shoes. You shush her gently and rub her back as you get higher and higher, assuring her that she's safe and you would never let anything happen to her. When you finally get up to the roof, you can see more of the night sky and even what's left of the city around you. Much of it is rubble or half-toppled over buildings, but there's still a lot left in the heart of the QZ. You wonder if that was on purpose. Jane gasping stops you from unraveling that thought anymore, and you quickly look down to see her wide-eyed and pointing at something on the horizon.

"Mommy, look," Jane breathes quietly, afraid it'll disappear if she speaks too loudly. It takes your eyes a second to adjust, but when they do, you can't help but smile at how the little flashes of light flit around. "Fireflies," she says. "Did you know fireflies light up like that so they can talk to their other firefly friends?"

"I didn't know that." You say, amazed at her intelligence, but she just giggles at the thought of knowing something you didn't. You guys lie on the roof together and gaze up at the moon. It looks bigger and brighter than you remembered. Maybe you've fully lost your mind and forgotten what the moon looked like. Either way, you're happy just to lie next to Jane and look at it with an appreciation you certainly didn't have before Cordeceyps took over your life.

The night is cool and still a product of the transition between seasons. It always fascinated you how the world seemed to pause and take a breath before switching from summer to autumn. The cicadas are still out in full force, and you can hear them from wherever they took shelter after the bombings. A bird flaps its wings overhead and lets out a desperate call, practically begging for another bird to return its song. Distantly, you can smell cement being poured in an effort to keep you safe. You think you can smell the blood on the gun digging into your side too. The blood you spilled in an effort to keep her safe. How much farther will we each go to keep up the fantasy of safety?

You're not sure how long you're out there, under the stars, with her, but you know your eyes get heavy, and your body relaxes for the first time in weeks. Jane rolls over to be closer to you, her fingers intertwining with yours, and you turn to look at her. She takes a deep breath and stares at you, the gears in her mind working overtime as she thinks. You wish you could peek inside her brain to understand how it all works, how she is as amazing as she is, but you can't. So, you wait her out. After a minute of just staring at each other, she squeezes your hand and smiles.

"I love you, Mommy." She says. Your breath catches in your throat, and for a second, you think you'll choke on your emotions. You lean down and kiss her forehead, squeezing her back.

"I love you, too, Janey." You say, but before the words can even leave your mouth, you hear the unmistakable sound of metal scraping metal. Someone is coming up the fire escape. You sit up and shield Jane's body with your own as you pull the gun from your waistband. You flip the safety and aim the barrel toward the noise. Your heart thrums in your face, and your ears ring as the scraping sound gets closer and closer. Jane whimpers behind you, and you reach back to touch her shoulder but stay laser-focused on the person coming for you. When the person comes over the ledge, your finger twitches to hit the trigger, but you stutter as you make out familiar features. His flashlight also helped protect him from catching a bullet.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Waters asks as he lowers his own gun that was pointed in your direction. You're not as quick to waver. "Lower your weapon," he says like it's a nuisance even to have to voice. "Don't be stupid about this, sweetheart." There's enough of an edge to his voice for you to comply, and he watches you as you put the gun on the ground and raise your hands.

"What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing. I got a call about some movement on this side of the QZ and was sent to check it out," he says. "You're lucky it was me. Anyone else would've shot on sight."

"Oh, so I should be thanking you?" You ask. Jane clings to your legs and shyly buries her head in your thigh, and you sigh as Waters glances between her hands and your eyes. "She wanted to see the stars." You answer his unspoken question and his Adam's apple bobs.

"I should put you in lockup for breaking curfew. Not to mention you're armed." He says. It's more of a statement than a threat. He doesn't seem like he likes the thought of separating you two, even though he was more than keen on it when you first got here.

"So, do it," you say. "Do whatever you have to do, but you're not gonna touch her." He takes a deep breath as his radio crackles with someone asking for a report about your movement. He meets your eyes and holds your gaze while pressing the talk button.

"Nothing here. Must've been a cat or something. Circling back now. Waters out," he says, and you let out a shaky breath. He nods almost imperceptibly at you, and you nod back— a silent agreement. "Let's go." He says once the moment has passed. You grab your gun but show him how you release the magazine and pull the slide to spit out the bullet left in the chamber. He doesn't try to take the firearm from you. In fact, he turns his head when he sees you tucking it in your waistband again. Jane all but jumps in your arms, and the three of you silently climb down the fire escape. When you get to the bottom, you tell Jane to go inside and lie down.

"I'll meet you in a second, okay? Adam is there if you need anything before I get back."

"But, Mommy," she whines, and you shake your head.

"No but's. I need to talk to Mr. Waters. I'll be there in a second. I promise," you say, and she huffs but complies, disappearing behind the high school doors. Through the cracked glass, you can watch her walk down the hallway until she turns into the classroom/bedroom where you've been sleeping for the past few months. Once you know she's safe, you turn back to Waters. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"The world ended. I can't be a little nice sometimes?"

"Not when you wear that uniform," you say, and he chuckles. "If you're expecting something in return-"

"I'm not." He says, and you throw your arms up in defeat.

"Then, what? You had no problem throwing someone from our shelter in lockup for breaking curfew. Why is it different for me?"

"Do you want me to put you in lockup?"

"Obviously not."

"Then, let it go." He says, and you roll your eyes before walking away from him and up the stairs.

"Goodnight, Waters."

"Owen," he calls, and you turn around to look at him. "My name is Sergeant Owen Waters."

"Well, then, goodnight Sergeant." You say. With that, you slip back into the school and down the hallway, leaving him in the street. You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, fighting an impending headache as your adrenaline finally starts to leave your body. You almost scream when you collide with another body in the hallway, your nails digging into the person's arms as they reach for you.

"What happened?" Adam's voice pulls you from your shock, and you sigh as you push away from him.

"Why are you even awake?"

"Did you get caught out past curfew?"

"It's none of your business."

"It is when Jane tells me about it." He says, and you scoff. It could be the leftover anger from your interaction with Waters or your frustration with this entire situation, but you can't hide it anymore.

"You know, I got along just fine on my own for years. So, I don't need you to play Dad to my daughter just because the world ended, alright?" You spit, trying to push past him to crawl into bed with Jane, but he grabs your arm. Your nails dig into his skin until he lets go of you with a short cry, and you grip his wrist tightly as you back him into a wall. It would only take one quick turn for you to break it. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"Just because you don't want to see it doesn't mean people don't care about you and Jane," he says. "You didn't want help from anyone even before all this shit happened. You don't know how to handle it when someone cares about you, so you just push them away."

"What? You want to be the one to take care of us?"

"What if I did?"

"Give me a fucking break, Adam."

"I'm serious," he pushes. You let your guard down enough for him to slip his wrist out of your grasp, but he doesn't make any other move to get away from you despite the fire seething in your veins. You're suddenly all too aware of how close you two are. You can make out the freckles littering his cheeks and the scar on his upper lip he told you about on your date a few months ago. You can't remember the last time you were physically this close to anyone else, let alone a man. "Something awful happened, and a lot of people died, and we did a lot of horrible things to stay alive. I know you get nightmares from it because I do, too," he says, and you clench your jaw. "But we survived. We survived and ended up in the same spot, and I care about you and Jane. I did long before any of this. Shouldn't that count for something?" He asks. Your mind is swimming, and you shake your head. His heart beats against yours, and you're close enough to smell the cigarette he smoked before bed. It's annoying how fast you lose track of the conversation when he's looking at you like this.

"If you ever grab me like that again, I will snap your neck. Do you understand me?" You ask, and he swallows hard.

"Yes."

You have no idea who moved or blinked first, but you know you were kissing him against the wall of an old high school before you could even realize it was happening. He tasted like cigarettes and mint and something familiar.

And Jesus fucking Christ, if you didn't crave something familiar like that.

#when you’re lost in the darkness #look for the light prequel #tlou hbo #the last of us fic #the last of us x reader #the last of us angst

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queenofbaws · 30 days ago

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Wait no ignore the one I just sent, this ones even better AND seasonally appropriate to boot!

The table was quiet the way it always was at breakfast. Kaylee wasn't sure, couldn't be sure, but she'd long-since assumed that quiet had something to do with it being the supper table, but them using it for breakfast anyway - like it didn't appreciate coffee and pancakes and eggs the same way it did meatloaf and mashed potatoes and hot buttered noodles.

Either way, it was a world of difference, the usual dinnertime arguments and this, groggy sniffles and the soft clink of spoons stirring milk into coffee mugs. Something in the sink dripped. Uncle Trav slowly flipped through the newspaper. Caleb stood in front of the refrigerator, thinking, and its motor hummed in the late-summer heat. From somewhere in the woods, a lone coyote yipped.

And suddenly, she had the best idea of her life.

She brought her fists down on the table before she could think about the repercussions, everyone's silverware jangling. "HOWL-O-WEEN!"

Dad had jumped about a mile, his hand on his heart, but once he seemed to realize the world wasn't ending, he let his breath go in a laugh. "Excuse me?"

"Don't - Christ, don't bang on the table like that," Uncle Travis muttered, forgetting his paper to glance towards the doorway instead, like he was expecting Gammy or Papa to come storming in. "Almost gave me a heart attack..."

"Worse ways to go," Dad shot back, and then they were off, her genius idea ignored - like always.

"Oh yeah, smartass? Name three."

Uncle Bobby answered instead of Dad, counting them off on his fingers even as he chewed through his sausage link. "Bleeding out after you get shot in the gut, getting stuck between two rocks and your chest getting crushed so you can't breathe, bleeding out after you get shot in the balls..."

"It was rhetorical."

"Huh?"

Rolling her eyes, Kaylee brought their attention back, slamming her hands on the table a second time. That earned her three warning looks (four, if you counted Caleb over by the fridge, which she didn't), but warning looks, as far as she knew, wouldn't kill you like the rest of Uncle Bobby's list, so she ignored them.

"Howl-o-ween!" she said again, grinning wider the more she thought about it. "HOWL, get it?? We do...we do a big spook show here! Haunted hay rides, maybe! Ghost walks in the woods! Then, when it gets full dark and the moon comes out..." She threw her head back and howled as best she could with her (lousy) human voicebox, only grinning wider when she noticed Dad and Caleb both start to join in...and then quickly rein themselves back.

"When the moon comes out, what?" Uncle Travis pressed, sitting now so his head was hanging and his fingers were pushing hard into his temples. "You three run off? Eat all the tourists? That what you're saying, Kay?"

Her smile only widened. "I mean...they'd pay for their tickets first."

#love-fireflysong #six sentence weekend #the quarry #the hacketts #queenie writes supermassive #heheheheuhEHUEHUEHUEUEHUEUHUEH ;)c

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whooambouttamakeanameformyself · 1 year ago

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I’d literally marry you if you’d please write some human kowalski boyfriend headcanons. Penguins fans are so content starved it’s not funny 🙏

Human Kowalski boyfriend headcanons coming righ up! I'll admit it took me a little to come up with some good ones but I think I did pretty good!

Human! Kowalski dating headcanons.

(Gender neutral pronouns used for the reader.)

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I always feel like I should give them full names so Kowalski's first name in Johnathan.

(Also I kinda see human Kowalski looking like Corey Michael Smith, especially when he's the riddler in Gotham.)

Kowalski is definitely a little autistic so he tends to hyperfixate on his work. You'll have to pull him away from his work if you want him to eat or rest.

Kowalski had been sitting at his desk all day, working tirelessly on whatever it was he was doing for his job (he'd explained it to you at one point but it was all technical talk.) You came up behind him, gently draping your arms over his shoulders, planting a kiss on his temple. "Johnny, why don't you take a break and eat something? you haven't moved for hours."

A soft smile spread across Kowalski's face and he sat the papers he'd been reading down, removing his glasses. "Alright, love, I guess you're right. Do you want me to make you dinner?"

You chuckle softly. This man never stops working.

His love languages are gift giving, acts of service, and quality time, his gifts are always extremely thoughtful as well as useful. (His first gift to you was a can of military grade mace incase he wasn't there to protect you.)

Kowalski had tried to keep you away from his work but unfortunately that worked out as well as you'd expect. In the end he and Skipper had to train you in self defense.

Kowalski is a really good cook, and I mean REALLY good. You have a specific meal you haven't had since you were a child? This man will make it for you! You wake up at 3am craving a certain food? He will get up out of bed and make it for you. (Seriously, this man loves you so damn much.)

You stirred slightly, opening your eyes tiredly. Kowalski's arms were wrapped around your torso, hugging you close to his chest. Your stomach was ehat woke you up, growling loudly, causing you to let out an annoyed groan. Your groan woke your boyfriend, causing him to pull you closer. "What's wrong, lovely?" He asked, still extremely groggy. You shake your head slightly "Nothing, Johnny, go back to sleep." That wasn't enough for him though. He sat up slightly, looking down at you, the moon light coming in from the window illuminating you both in a dull glow. You let out a soft sigh "I'm just a little hungry." You admit. Kowalski let out a breathy chuckle "well let me go make you something then."

He loves explaining to you what he'd doing while he works. Especially if you sit beside him (or on his lap) while he talks. You may not understand any of what he's talking about, but you could listen to him talk for hours.

Kowalski is very romantic!.... in his own ways haha. He doesn't quite understand why anyone would want a bouquet of flowers that will wilt and die or going to expensive restaurants. Those those things jus don't seem very nice to him.

That's not saying he doesn't like going out! He just likes going to places where he can actually relax and let loose. He loves going to fairs and seeing movies. Getting ice cream (or any quick snack you'd like) and walking through the park is something you two do very often. (He really likes to feed the ducks at the pond.)

Fair warning, this man is very clingy! Kowalski needs to have his arms around you almost all the time (even when you're sleeping, which makes is very difficult if you need to get up to pee in the night.)

This man will read to you if you want! If you ask he'll get a little embarrassed but will happily oblige. Though he doesn't understand why you would want to listen to his voice for that long.

Kowalski LIVES for praise, compliments, and validation! Call him handsome and he'll deny it but his face will be bright red.

"You know, you're very handsome." You say, eyes trained on your boyfriend as he worked. Kowalski paused, glancing over at you "I think you need your eyes checked, lovely." He denied the compliment, though you could see his face flushing a bright red.

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I'll add more little blurbs under each Headcanon (and more headcanons) as I think of them but I hope you enjoy what I have so far! I'd also like to add the Penguins proposing to their partners and what rings they'd choose. Hopefully this will be the start of me writing more headcanons and oneshots!

#penguins of madagascar #kowalski #skipper #private #rico #headcanons #penguins of madagascar headcanons

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ilanorgratvol · 5 months ago

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Rough tempest they will raise - Part 10

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Part 8 Part 9

After several days of preparation, the group was finally ready to head out for reconnaissance at the Moon Towers. The idea of continuing to pose as followers of the Absolute to infiltrate deeper into the cult was as brilliant as it was insane and dangerous. But, in the absence of other alternatives, the group of misfortuned comrades decided to stick with this plan.

Talia was descending from the second floor, adjusting her vest, when Gale came up to meet her and lightly touched her hand:

"Not today."

"What nonsense. Everyone is going - I am too," - Talia continued to lace up her vest, which she usually wore over her shirt.

"As useful as your skills might be to us, you can't go. Let's just say, it takes a certain quality, not widely available these days, to pass as one of their own in this twisted place," - he grimaced, bringing a finger to his temple, - "Besides, you're needed here. After what happened with Isobel, someone needs to stay here in case Thorm tries to kidnap her again. And I don't know anyone better suited for that role than you."

"Don't start, Gale! Why not just tell the truth, that you simply don't want me underfoot," - Talia snapped, throwing her backpack on the floor, realizing that arguing was pointless.

"I'm no saint. I have many sins to my name, but lying is not one of them," - the wizard frowned, - "And speaking of the truth, when were you going to tell me that your deal with Elminster was called off?"

Talia's expression shifted from anger to surprise, and then to a sullen acknowledgment:

"You're well-informed, aren't you?" - she retorted, her tone tinged with bitterness.

Gale's eyes softened slightly:

"I'm just being logical. The orb is stable, albeit temporarily, which makes your part of the deal quite literally unachievable."

Talia sighed, her frustration fading into resignation. She hadn't planned on telling the wizard about how her last conversation with Elminster had ended. This agreement was the only thing that stopped her in Gale's eyes from leaving their group and returning to the search for her brother, and admitting that there was something bigger behind it was not in her plans. Not now, when the wizard couldn’t take his eyes off that omnipresent redhead, whose voice sliced through the tavern's silence each evening, attempting to lift the spirits of the residing harpists and tieflings.

“You know full well that the Absolute threatens not only these lands. Whatever or whoever is behind all this clearly aims not just to settle in the towers and rule these lands. Something big is brewing...,” - Talia tried to change the subject, - "If it plans to destroy the world as I know it, it's in my interest to ensure this group of weirdos does everything correctly."

The wizard nodded slightly in response, thoughtfully, as if expecting a different answer, then concluded:

“Do as I ask, please.”

Talia glanced away in displeasure for a moment, then looked at Gale and nodded, sighing:

"Fine. But if you dare follow Mystra’s order and blow yourself up while I’m not around, I’ll fetch you from the afterlife and the wrath of your goddess will seem like a blessing to you."

He just smirked slightly:

"Don’t worry. If it comes to that, I’ll make sure you’re holding my hand..."

"Promises, promises," - Talia waved dismissively, - "Go on. Your skills, such as they are, wizard, are needed elsewhere."

“Oh... So that’s what you think of me...,” - Gale placed his hand on his heart.

"You said it yourself, only the truth," - Talia smiled as she saw him and the rest of the group leave the tavern.

Thus began the agonizing days of waiting for news. Each time they returned from the towers to rest at the tavern, bringing a new batch of information about the Absolute and the events unfolding around them, the faces of the companions reflected less confidence in their abilities and more despair. No longer were there evenings spent at the bar with mutual jests and conversations. Each night, exhausted, they returned to the light of Selûne’s blessing, only to disperse to their rooms and collapse onto their beds, hoping to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Gale grew darker and more melancholic by the day. He increasingly preferred to shut himself in his room, alone with his thoughts, or to spend time on the shore of the lake near the tavern, where no one could disturb him. It seemed the inevitability of his fate had finally fully caught up with him, and the wizard, however initially glad he had been for the company after a year confined in his tower, could find solace only in bitter solitude, away from sympathetic glances and Tav’s dwindling attempts to persuade him otherwise.

The fate of the abducted tieflings also remained unknown, and each evening Rolan watched the group returning from the towers in hope, only to quickly return to the false comfort found at the bottom of a bottle.

But finally, one evening, everything changed. Talia was sitting on the balcony, keeping company to Isobel, when a bright flash streaked across the sky toward the towers, momentarily illuminating the cursed sky.

“It can’t be a star or a meteor…” - Talia frowned, rising from her chair.

“I thought for a second…” - Isobel peered into the sky, hoping to see the flash again. Then she returned to maintaining the protective shield, sighing, - “It must be an echo of one of your friends’ spells. Nothing more…”

“I doubt it…” - Talia leaned on the balcony railing, gazing into the sky and the lake’s surface below. For a while, her eyes saw nothing but the all-consuming cursed darkness that had become familiar, but then…

“Are those… boats?” - Talia noticed people approaching the tavern’s dock. The lanterns and torches had been prudently extinguished, so they could only be seen when they were very close to the pier.

Talia left Isobel’s room and dashed down the stairs just as the tavern's back doors swung open, and through them entered a small group of very weary, worn, but happy tieflings. Talia involuntarily smiled, noticing Cal and Lia among them. She was about to rush down the stairs to greet them but stopped herself just in time, noticing Rolan, who coldly welcomed the twins. It seemed like only a second before their greeting escalated into an argument and then, just as quickly, the argument turned into warm embraces.

Following the tieflings, the rest of the companions entered through the tavern door. Talia’s eyes followed Gale, who, without raising his eyes, walked through the animated crowd to the opposite exit of the tavern, heading to his usual place of solitude by the lake. Talia quietly followed him, trying not to reveal her presence.

She found him near the shore, on a secluded meadow hidden by dense foliage and overgrown with grass. He sat on a small blanket, leaning back on his hands, his gaze fixed on the sky, where, to Talia’s surprise, a aurora borelias of clearly magical origin stretched across the sky.

She quietly emerged from her hiding spot and approached the wizard:

"Good job."

He jerked slightly in surprise, turning toward the voice:

"Oh, this... it's my little project, while I'm still capable of something..."

"That flash in the sky - was that your doing too?" - Talia sat down next to him.

"That was merely the daughter of Selûne, whom Shadowheart freed today from centuries of bondage. My magic had nothing to do with it."

"Oh, just that..." - the sorceress smirked, glancing at the wizard and eliciting a light chuckle in response.

"Wizards and their egos..." - Gale shrugged, trying to keep his composure.

Talia smiled, shifting her gaze back to the sky:

"Did you do this for Tav?"

"Just a little gesture to show the feelings of an old lonely wizard. The curse is still present of course - just veiled and at arm’s length for now. Not a trick I can repeat often…" - he sighed heavily, leaning his arms on his knees before him, slightly hunched as if hiding from the outside world. He nervously fiddled with his fingers, - "But clearly she's one who's more interested in quantity than quality..."

"Halsin, right?" - the sorceress sympathetically placed her hand on his shoulder, barely concealing the warm feeling spreading through her chest.

"Bloody Halsin!" - the wizard irritably jumped to his feet, clenching his fists.

"What can I say..." - the sorceress followed him, barely holding back a smile, - "the elf can certainly boast big... ears." - a light chuckle escaped her mouth nonetheless.

Gale paced a little, visibly trying to shake off his irritation:

"I suppose everyone has their... talents," - he said, half-heartedly trying to find humor in his own discomfort.

"Seriously, how are you feeling?"

"Lost, humiliated, lonely..." - he cast a glance at the sky and gave a bitter smile, - "Nothing I haven't been familiar with before."

He pondered for a second, then continued:

"This may be my last night alive. I wanted it to be under a canopy of beauty and wonder..." - his look was filled again with that bitter irony about himself and what awaited him at the end.

The sorceress grabbed his hand, forcing him to turn towards her and look at her. She irrationally hoped that somehow the wizard might change his mind, but it seemed the more time he spent alone with his thoughts, the deeper he convinced himself of the inevitability of his fate, ordained by his goddess:

"Is this truly what you want?! To die for the promise of Mystra's forgiveness?"

"Babe or crone, coward or hero, death is assured. Mystra's forgiveness is not. If you knew the end was near, would you not want to ensure it had meaning?"

Talia scoffed, releasing his hand:

"Of course! In fighting against what seems invincible. In trying to overcome what seems insurmountable. What meaning are you trying to find in your own death?! You will find nothing but oblivion!" - Her voice slightly broke at the end, betraying her emotions.

He reached forward, seeking her hand again:

"I don't want to argue and fight today," - he took her hand in his, stepping closer, - "I wasn't expecting company tonight, but yours is welcome. Most welcome, to be honest."

"Gale, we need to discuss this while..."

"Shh..." - the wizard stopped her mid-sentence, - "All you need to do tonight is allow me to thank you for what you've done for me."

"I didn't..."

"Tally..."

The sorceress paused for a moment, realizing how he had addressed her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, nodding:

"Fine. What do you have in mind?"

"For tonight, forget the Absolute, the quests, and the curses. Let’s just be two souls enjoying the ephemeral beauty of a world that still has wonders to show us," - Gale said, gently releasing her hand and stepping back, now smiling, - "I don't have much to offer, given our circumstances, nothing but my mind. But I dare hope, that will be enough," - he began slowly moving his hands, preparing to cast a spell, - "I want you to close your eyes. Can you do that for me?"

Talia crossed her arms skeptically:

"What are you planning to do?"

Gale slightly smiled, not stopping his hand movements:

"I had hoped I'd earned your trust, given all we've been through together, but since that's the case... I want to give you one evening. A place where you were once happy. Where your heart and soul once found peace and tranquility."

"An illusion?" - Talia frowned.

Gale nodded reluctantly:

"Basically, yes. But please... indulge me in my reverence, for once."

Talia closed her eyes uncertainly:

“To create such an illusion, you need a reference that I cannot provide. I don’t know when I was happy enough for it to have imprinted itself so strongly in my memory.”

He didn’t respond immediately. Talia heard the faint rustle of steps on grass, and then his warm breath on her face and gentle fingers on her temples:

“What do you take me for, a third-year student?” - Talia was about to open her eyes, but he stopped her, - “Stay still, relax. Our minds are a whirlpool of thoughts and feelings, often too complex for us to untangle ourselves. But someone who knows where to look…”

Talia felt a familiar tingling on her skin - the Weave enveloped them like a giant cotton blanket, creating an impenetrable shell around them. She stood motionless, enjoying his steady breath on her cheek.

“This is... unexpected,” - the wizard finally spoke again. His hands returned to their usual position along his body.

Talia slowly opened her eyes. They were standing in the middle of his library. The setting sun, as before, penetrated through the windows and the open balcony, illuminating the room with warm light. Books and scrolls were scattered around exactly as they had left them before leaving the tower. On the desk, there were two mugs of hot coffee, as if they had just been carefully prepared.

“I thought you said this was supposed to be my favorite place, not yours,” - Talia frowned, though she couldn’t help but notice the detailed accuracy of the illusion he had created. Everything felt real - the smells, the sensations, the feelings…

“It is. Yours. I’m sure of it,” - Gale approached the table, gently running his fingers over it as if greeting an old friend, then turned back to her, smiling softly, - “You don't need to explain anything. Just enjoy another warm evening alone with books and their misfortunate master. I like to believe that this, even if just for a fleeting moment, made you happy.”

"Gale, I..." - Talia didn't know what to say. Not because she didn't know how to wrap her feelings and emotions into words, but because she couldn't comprehend what she was feeling at that moment at all.

"Your coffee," - the wizard extended one of the cups to her.

The sorceress gratefully took it into her hands and took a sip. God, it seemed like it had been so long, almost as if it were another lifetime. Could it be that this old library, this sharp coffee, this damned scent of the sea ingrained in the walls, and him - the wizard with an immeasurably huge ego and an equally large heart - was what had filled her life with meaning for the first time in many years?

Gale, seemingly lost in his thoughts, walked out to the balcony. He leaned slightly on the railing, peering into the distance at the illusory sea where similarly illusory ships disappeared into the sunset. The sun reflected in his brown eyes, turning them almost golden. His hair fluttered slightly in the wind.

Talia approached him, gazing into his face, trying to discern what he was feeling. The wizard sighed heavily and melancholically, not taking his eyes off the horizon:

"I used to think that the main purpose, the meaning of life, was to strive for perfection, for greatness… for power..." - he turned his gaze to the sorceress, - "You've made me think otherwise."

“I wouldn’t say that perfection and greatness are bad things...” - Talia tilted her head thoughtfully.

“You know what I mean.”

“Of course, I know...” - She set her cup down on the table and then firmly took his hand, joining him in gazing out at the horizon.

The wizard squeezed her hand in return, remaining silent. They stood together in silence for a while, each lost in their thoughts, the gentle breeze tugging at their clothes. The fading light painted the sky in shades of orange and purple, the illusionary sea below reflecting the dramatic colors…

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raditzxsthighband · 2 years ago

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Gemini Saga Eclipse

Chapter 42: Turn Of The Tide

"Saavoy is my older brother...well, was. But, he died a very long time ago. Unfortunately, he was slain without the chance to defend himself. He couldn't die a warrior's death, so he was unable to go onto the Great Warrior's Rest. I don't know, I suppose he's trapped in Infinite Hell."

"She's seeing ghosts?" Kannon whispered worriedly, her dainty hands covering her face as she agonized over the dangers of Launch being a medium.

"Yes. It's possible that our daughter has a rare power to communicate with the dead," Nappa suggested, though he had come to this conclusion shortly after Launch told him.

"Why didn't you tell me, Launch? Having ahmidsya is not something to be ashamed of." Raditz chuckled, his apprehension slowly seeming to melt away with his relief.

"Ah… amid-see-ya?"

"Yes, Raditz is right. What you have is a gift from the gods!" Nappa enthused, yet Launch and Kannon didn't feel quite as enthralled by the concept. They shared a frightened glance at each other, then the room went silent as the wind battered against the walls outside and raindrops pummeled the roof in powerful sheets.

"I- I'm not sure I want this. I don't know how I'm supposed to help Saavoy! I don't even know why he's asking me for help, what can I do?" Launch cried, dropping her tea cup on the floor, clutching her belly as she attempted to hold back her sobs. Kannon quickly moved to soothe her, as did Raditz, stroking her shoulders and shushing her tears.

Nappa sobered out of his happy spell and looked up at the ceiling in thought, attempting to find a deeper understanding of Launch's dilemma. His daughter was somehow able to tap into the realm of the dead, using a combination of her natural Saiyan telepathic ability and her Gemini mind powers, which had endless possibilities.

"Perhaps you're meant to help him. Since Saavoy's time was cut short before he could reach his true potential, he was not able to rest with the other Saiyan warriors. He must still have business in this world that he needs to finish." Nappa said in a moment of clarity, which stunned Raditz and Kannon.

Launch took a deep inhale and nodded, quelling her tears, though an acerbic taste was building in the back of her throat with Nappa's words.

"....Maybe this is a gift and not a curse. After all, if I can use it to help others, it must be a good thing. I promised to help Saavoy in whatever way I can," she whispered the last part to herself, suddenly feeling a lessening of her nausea.

"It could be dangerous for you–that's what I worry about. How do we know this spirit means well?" Raditz growled and Launch sighed as the reaction she had been dreading came true. She had avoided telling him the truth and with each encounter she had with Saavoy's specter, her anxiety grew.

Raditz moved away from his concerned family and pushed his fingers into his hair at the temples, rubbing his cranium where it felt like the tension was growing with each stressful part of this discussion. He had a strange feeling about it all, as if he too had seen something odd, but didn't understand what until now. During the battle with Vulcane, a mysterious Saiyan had arrived at the last minute to assist them in the Blutzkrieg Blast that killed their enemy and blew up Planet Neptune. Not only that, but when Launch had her miscarriage, he had seen an unfamiliar Saiyan in his mind.

"Stop! Stop!" He screamed, clutching his skull in pain. As Raditz struggled with the agony, a dark shadow flashed in his mind and loomed over him. Its facial features were hidden, yet the silhouette was a near perfect reflection of himself, with long, spiky hair and Saiyan armor making the shadow's outline sharp and jagged. He began to notice the blood and wounds covering the man, before a wagging tail caught his eye, the appendage moving before the full moon that was casting the mysterious Saiyan in shadow.

"Don't let us die."

Realization hit Raditz suddenly, and he fell to his knees, resting his head in Launch's lap as his back heaved with each deep breath he was taking. Noone dared to say anything, though Launch began stroking his mane in an attempt to soothe him. Kannon stood up and began gathering everyone's tea cups with a shaky hand, placing them on a tray before she hurried out of the room with tears in her eyes. Nappa soon followed after, and the younger couple was left alone to allow this situation to sink in beside the fire. Raditz turned his head so that his ear rested against her stomach and cupped her remaining free hand.

"I'm sorry for my reaction, I just…I can't believe this is truly happening to you. I never dared speak of it, but I think I too have seen Saavoy. Once, on the battlefield and the other time to save your life."

Launch nodded and continued to comb the tangles from his unruly spikes, scratching his widow's peak, which always made him purr. Raditz resisted the urge to purr like a big puma, growling instead. Launch let out a giggle and kept scratching until his growls turned into deep, rattling purrs that shook through his body. Though she had little answer to why her ancestor was communicating with them, she knew that Saavoy's presence was not meant to scare them, even if it came across as frightening at times. The essence of his spirit was full of warmth, though it was tortured and writhing with dark energies.

The flickering fire before them cast a dark shadow behind them, which moved along the wall and into a shadowy corner, enjoying the darkness and warmth along with the cuddling mates.

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totkdaily · 1 year ago

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Day 18: Plans and Promises

We return to Rito Village from the Stormwind Ark. Snow melts off it in sheets.

My head is spinning. I can barely focus as Tulin receives his father's bow. He asks if that was the real Zelda - who else could it be? The enormity of the gap between the Princess and her Swordsman is suddenly immense. She's so far away. The Imprisoning War was thousands of years ago. She was there?? The idea of her being in a war without me... It looks as though she survived the sealing of the Demon King, but even afterwards she was working on something.

People are talking. I try to concentrate. Teba and Tulin say they'll look for the Princess in the mountains. Harth is headed for Lookout Landing, so maybe I'll see him there.

As I'm leaving, I run into Impa - she's made it here already? We were in the Maelstrom for four days, I suppose. She and Cabo are here for a geoglyph and the Forgotten Temple - maybe I could stop there on my way to Woodland Stable.

I drop an ice fruit off to Molli on my way past - I promised I would.

Bedoli says Huck was supposed to be bringing some supplies in from Snowfield Stable northeast of here, but he hasn't arrived yet. I suppose its sort of on the way... Bedoli will give me arrows if I come back with cave fish, as well.

Laissa saw a shrine while she was looking for a white bird - does she mean that snow shelf you can see from the top of the hill? No, it's something else. She says if you stand on Vah Medoh's perch at dawn, it looks like a white bird is resting on the perch's shadow. It marks the cave's entrance. It doesn't exactly sound on the way to anything else, and I've already promised so many people so much.

I sell some gems in exchange for a snowquill headdress - hopefully that will be enough to fend off any more cold, especially if I'm heading to the Snowfield Stable next.

I ask the Goddess statue for stamina, and head out - but there are staminoka bass in the pond, and I promised Genli. I race back up to drop them off, and finally, properly, head out.

Back on the mainland, Gesane is asking Juanelle for a carpenter who could fix the bridge. Juanelle knows a guy at Lookout Landing - are they talking about Karson? I could mention it next time I'm there.

Peaches is waiting for me at the Gazette Headquarters. I hope someone fed her.

It looks like the road to Snowfield Stable goes past a geoglyph, which is good news. I can stop off there, then check out the Forgotten Temple from the Stable, and then in theory head across the hills straight to Woodland Stable. I always feel better with a plan. Time to go.

Just up the hill, I spot a cave entrance and dismount - and Tulin's avatar appears out of nowhere. Terrifying. But his skills are impressive, so I'll get used to it.

There's a camp by the cave, and the journal says that Nat and her sister Meghyn are looking for mushrooms. But they're just standing outside the cave. Meghyn is worried it's full of monsters. I give them my mushrooms instead, so they don't need to check. Meghyn says if I connect enough brightcaps... but she trails off. Something about... him. If I follow them to North Hebra, they'll tell me. Mysterious. Maybe one day I'll bump into them, and solve that little puzzle.

There are monsters in Brightcap Cave, to be fair. And also a very cool backless shirt!

I think maybe those flags mean there are clothes hidden in the cave? And, based on my experience so far, there's a bubbulfrog in here somewhere. I burn the thorns out of the way, and see a flash of blue. Gotcha.

I ascend out of the cave and spot a shrine - and while I'm burning my way through thorns to get to it, there's a blood moon.

#totkdaily #day 18 #loz #zelda #legend of zelda #totk

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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 22 days ago

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me to me to me to me

alright, we knew this was coming

sick + loss + uncertainty + challenging obstacles + more loss

perfect formula for the big sad

who is going to try and convince you

the only safe place in this world is under your covers

the furnace is being a bitch again so it's convincing

the moving out situation is actually ideal

just take what you want and leave all the trash

no consequences and they'll take all of it

better than leaving most of your apartments

you handled the car thing with minimal skill regression

identified the problem made a call got it fixed and paid

he even came in half blind to make it work for the weekend

you're not burning out you just have a cold

though it does get really scary when our energy levels tank

the dog won't have to get sick anymore taking your pain

you've had good conversations with theo and he's ready

we can use today as a last day to recover but tonight

we have to pack up all our books and put them in a suitcase

so it's easy to carry them because they'll be heavy

everything will be made easy to carry

I don't have to feel guilty for what I have to leave behind

which means our bed because so many toddlers

have peed on it that the memory foam has to be rancid

I got it after I escaped the first time so me and my twins

that aren't twins could all sleep together in it

when I left they were both in diapers

it's so much like the first time that it aches everywhere

that could just be the cold though

last night I felt so empty inside and it was a little scary

I could only feel the emotions of others like I was a ghost

I wonder how long or how many times I felt like that

now I'll stop wondering because the answer won't help

It feels like I used to be so much better at this stuff

but I also know I didn't really feel things either

I'm not panicking and the walls aren't closing in

I hope that's not just because of the cold

to be honest I'd take depression over anxiety any day

the moon was full and gorgeous last night

I sat under it for awhile and pretended we were trading secrets

mostly I wanted to close my eyes and rest for a bit

I'm not full of fear or dread but everything feels muted

I got to really sink into an embrace for a bit which was nice

books today and whatever else I can put in a bin

saturday I can have the kids each fill one from their rooms

they each have beds and mattresses and gavin's desktop

I don't even know if I want to keep my dresser

I love my blue desk that reminds me of the tardis

most of my furniture I found on the street

it feels wasteful to leave it but I don't want the memories

I have the good ones in photos and little things

everything is a little broken anyways which is

likely why it was thrown out in the first place

but I have a thing for cast offs and orphans

it's weird to be so sad about something I wanted

maybe if I let the sad flow through me the hype will return

there's so many things that make this easier than other times

each right move and step forward will unfold the path

it feels like I've been walking on a dark invisible path

for quite awhile but when I look back it's like I

was guided along by fireflies the whole time

I just have to keep going and facing all the stuff

I think I'm scared of because like the mechanic

usually after I take care of it I realize I'm not scared of it

have to be mindful of my mental state and not focus

on where I'm lacking or lead that way because while

I could assume everything will be awful I can just as

easily assume everything is going to be so much better

and to be honest it wouldn't take much to be better

so betting on better is not silly gamble to make at all

maybe I should go to temple tomorrow and get good energy

maybe bring kuan-yin some kind of offering

people always put flowers on her toes in the spring

just have to keep my spirits up and get the work done

now I know I can still sing even when I'm sick

not as well as I like but that makes sense

just keep walking through everything

somehow I got this

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thefanbasewhore · 4 years ago

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Sweet Girl.

Summary || Werewolf Bucky has been gone away on a mission for a month now - he comes back and shows how much he missed his girl.

Warning/content || A/B/O dynamics, alpha!Bucky, smut, breading kink, heat implied, fingering, oral receiving (female), a little rough but soulmate AU, soft!Bucky, so so soft.

Paring || Bucky Barnes x female reader

A/N: I never write smut, I just never did so I dunno if it's good, but I'll write more if you guys like it, let me know!

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Bucky's nostrils flare the moment he steps through the front door, the scent is enough to send goosebumps up his skin, heart stutters inside the confines of ribs as the mate bond pulls him closer and closer inside.

The thought of seeing his girl after so long, the Moon's blessing; his soulmate makes his vision blur, his skin buzz with excitement.

There's something else, well hidden and masked away under the layers of clothes, it's sweeter and no one but an Alpha would know - your on the brink of your heat.

He should have realized, over the course of a few weeks gaining some extra weight. It carries on broad shoulders and bulges his belly; the body's way of preparing to fight for his mate and endure the strenuous work of satisfying and breeding his girl.

Bucky heads straight for the bedroom, where no doubt you're buried in a thick pile of his shirts and miscellaneous blankets by now, anything that carried his smell. His fingers grip the door knob harshly, jaw clenching at your scent, new and fresh sends shivers down his spine.

Without a second thought, he enters the cooled room watching as your head raises just to curl deeper into the comfort of a pillow.

"Hi, baby." Bucky doesn't even bother to pull the laces from his boots, instead harshly yanks them off before throwing them somewhere across the room.

His nose nuzzles your collarbone as flat mechanical hand supports his body weight from crushing you. The tip skims over the skin on the base of your neck, down the bony clavicle until he takes a deep breath - smelling from the source. "Missed you babydoll."

A soft, pink tongue reaches from pouty lips to run across the mating gland, the tattoo of his fangs that would last a life time.

"Missed you too, honey." Soft hands reach up cup his cheeks, rub finger nails against the dark coarse hair. Bushy and full, not having much time to shave. Not that you minded anyways, angling his lips to your own before pressing a soft kiss.

Those lips follow down his jawline, thick column of his neck until reaching the mark you created against his skin, scenting him. The smell of your alpha instantly relaxes you, between being on edge of your coming heat and missing him, it's exactly what you needed.

"Doing okay?"

You nod, knowing exactly what he's asking. The nest was only about three days old, the side affects just starting to set way, there's no heat waves, no pain but it's hard to feel comfortable with your Alpha so far away.

"Can't stop eating and I feel anxious when you're gone."

"I know sweetheart, I'm here now." Now he's crushing you with his weight, pressing soothing kisses - small apologies against your temple. A shewolf is always known to get a crippling amount of anxiety around this time and with the desire to start nesting it was only a matter of time before it happened. "Gonna go take a shower, you stay here. I'll make us something to eat too."

"You go shower, I'll start dinner."

"I don't want you getting up, honey. I'll cook, you lay here and look pretty. I don't want you more stressed then you already are." With the changing hormones and body's preparation for creating a new life the slightest things could send you off. "Besides, I want you rested and ready to be bred."

The words send a shiver down your spine, right to your very core. Which Bucky instant picks up on, sniffing the air as his eyes flutter close. "You make it so hard honey, you smell so good my 'mega."

Your hips lift off the bed, only to rub into the thick line of his erection, heavy and hot against your inner thigh as a small gasp leaves his lips. Gentle but strong hands cup your hips, fingertips squeezing the perfect amount to make you moan but despite your protest he pushes you back into the matress and whispers a raspy, "Behave," into your ear before disappearing into the bathroom.

Despite his clear warning, you decided to start dinner. Nothing to fancy, pasta with cheese and some home made garlic bread.

Bucky is momentarily stunned the moment he sees you - stirring the sauce in nothing but his shirt and a pair of black, cotton panties except for the fact they're growing tighter, the only thing that currently fits you at the moment and they're still so tight, causing red marks of irritation and cutting into your skin - hips and thighs rounding and fattening - preparing for the next few brutal days of being so sick to your stomach there is no time to eat. Which also explains the apprehensive appetite.

Your body is changing, bare breast rub against the white t-shirt. Bras no longer fitting due to the swelling and heaviness of tender breast, nipples already hard as you turn around to reach for the salt on the kitchen counter but Bucky doesn't give you a chance too.

With unhuman speed he has you spread across the length of kitchen island, torso presses between your legs to keep them apart. The clicking and swirling of metal plates as cool appendages cup the heaviness of your left breast, so full and big. You hiss softly, sore and sensative from the fact you don't have time to catch up with your changing body.

His erection is heavy against your clothed wound, soaking the cotton panties out of per primal behavior. He groans softly, eyes fluttering like he's in physical pain at the smell - arousal musky in the air.

"Hurts Buck, I'm sore."

"Look so good." It's barely audible as a cool and flesh hand slip under the shirt, flipping up and over your full breasts. Heavy and large like they're filled with milk, body naturally reacting to the fact it's fully capable of growing his babies and he fully intends for it to.

His top half is bare, his own weight gain is promient, broad shoulder three times bigger then normal, chest packed with muscles, stomach fit but bulking. Steel eyes filled with glossy arousal, bottom lips tucked between pearly whites and he just stares - being under his gaze is exciting, primal as darkening eyes dare you to move, to run from your alpha but that's the last thing you want to do.

"Nothing fits me anymore, babydoll." He notices you eyeing his physique but there was no doubt in your mind with the rut weight he would ever fit into those shirts - not until your heat is over.

"Me either." Hips press against his own, catching him off guard as your cloth covered pussy rubs his throbbing hard on, a soft, surprised moan catching in his throat.

His hand presses against your sternum, the other holding your hip down against the marble counter, a warning. "Stop that, honey, you're making this hard."

"I need you, Bucky." So needy, he throbs against the heat.

"Not until your heat comes, don't want to waste it." The reply makes you whine, a pout that makes breathing cease in his chest. Heats weren't regular, sometimes could take up to two years to come back and after your last one came back with negative results, he was going to make sure this time. "Gonna make sure you're filled with it all."

"Buck, I need it." Tears of frustration gather at the corner of your eyes, the hormones mixing with the uncomfortable sting that falls over your body, big fat tears slipping past eyelids. "Please, Alpha, need you."

The words would send any other Alpha over the edge - he was so fucking close to breaking but instead presses a gentle, flesh finger to gather to tears, wipe away collecting moisture on your cheeks. "Hey, hey, it's okay sweet girl, gonna take care of you."

Lips follow down the valley of your breast, over the thickening skin of your stomach, rough fingers clenching over the roundness of your thighs as a hiss of pleasure as your back arches from the cool counter top. Hands push you back down before the tip of his nose circles your belly button - a fat, wet tongue sticking out to lick a thick stripe against your inner thigh before nuzzling his nose against the cotton panties, inhaling the sweet scent of your wetness and coming heat.

Without your own will your hips press into his face, moaning softly at the contact. It hurt, practically throbbing the moment Bucky stepped into the house - his scent was enough to send you into a frenzy.

He didn't waste any time, metal hand tugging and tearing away the dark panties - not like they fit anymore anyways. Lips wrapping around your clit so beautifully you gasp, sucking and rolling it with a soft, satisfied yum.

"Oh, Buck!" Lips carve out over the hood of your pussy, sucking messily as filthy noises fill the room. He's barely even touched you but thighs squeeze his head.

He lets out a sound of annoyance like you would dare try to stop him from claiming what's his, fingers cupping the outer thighs and yanking so hard your inner ones burn but you barely have time to register as his tongue fills your pussy, skillfully flickering back and forth.

A thumb comes up to rub your clit, pressing a little to rough it makes you jump from his mouth which only earns a warning spank to the fullness of your ass. "Be a good girl."

You nod lamelessly, agreeing to anything as long as he puts his mouth back onto you. The obscene noises of your pussy will the air - the wetness combined with the brutal pace of his tongue, his need to pull back a few inches and spit before two very large fingers fill you. All but sucked inside.

"Fuck, fuck!" You moan,

Bucky pants - visibly pants as he eyes never leave your face, watching as fingers hit that delicious spot that makes your mouth fall open, curling and flickering inside you as another wave of wetness costs his hand, rolls down his wrist, down your inner thighs, you're dripping as eyes roll back onto your head.

"Doing so good for me sweet girl, you wanna come for me?"

Your mouth opens but no words come out under the brutal mercy of his pace, thick fingers quickening their past watching as eyelashes flutter against your cheeks. "You're so close, squeezing around me, jus' wanna feel it.. missed you."

Brain short circuiting, skin prickling with intense fire, ears and forehead heating making it nearly impossible to keep your eyes open as his tongue kitten licks your clit, teasing for a few times before he wraps those sinful lips around it and sucks, hard.

His other hand hand clicks as it presses up against your chin, rubbing against the fat of your bottom lip with a loud huff, "Suck."

Lips wrap around the metal phalax as it smooths along your tongue until it's so deep inside your throat, you gag. Bucky's wound up now, rutting his lips into cabinets of the island, looking for some kind of friction, relief from his throbbing cock.

He changes the angle of his fingers, hitting a different spot that makes you scream along with the harsh bite against your inner thigh and something snaps - you cum, cum so hard that it leaks all over his hand, smears his face and soaks the counter top.

He lazily lays a flesh hand onto your hip, using his thumb to rub soft, gentle circles against it as you pant loudly, crying to calm your stuttering heart. He doesn't say anything, still on his knees between your legs and rests his head on your right inner thigh but not before pressing a kiss there. "Won't be long now, sweetheart. You'll be filled with my pups before the start of next week."

The words are enough to make your heart swell - there's nothing more you want in this world but to fulfill his desire to have a big family, raise little ones together in this house he build from the ground up with the solid purpose of having babies.

He doesn't dare move from his spot instead lovingly gazes up at you, pressing a soft kiss to the rather harsh gash on your thigh. After he gives you a few moments to collect yourself, he pulls you down by your hips, joining him on the floor as your straddle his lap.

But instead of using this compromising position for his own use, he presses his nose against the healed mark of his fangs, and inhales deeply. The wolf inside him on edge, fighting the primal urge to fill his female right here on the floor.

Tiny pin pricks against it, the tip of his canines press into the skin but not enough to break it; clearly not wishing to harm you. It's not uncommon to strengthen the bond, especially after being away so long you completely understand.

"It's alright, you can do it."

"No." He mumbles and decides to place a kiss into it instead, "Already took it out on your thigh, sorry sweetheart."

"S, okay." You mumble, exhausted as eyelashes flutter against his should and he just holds you closer, whispering sweet words against your hair as he rocks you back and forth on his lap. A little calm before the storm that's coming.

What does everyone think? I'm actually pretty proud considering I had no idea what I was doing 😭 I also have a good idea for part 2 if anyone would like to read it? Comment to be tagged..

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lyallblacklupin · 3 years ago

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Hey. I don't know if you are still taking prompts... but if so, I may have a challenge for you. 😉

Remus has to stay in the hospital wing for longer than usual. Sirius is secretly dating Remus and can't stand being away even though Madame Pomfrey says no visitors.

Thank you for such a cute prompt. I hope I have written just like you wanted. <333 Happy Reading! Stay Magical!

Rating: Teens and Up Audience.

The night was befalling as the walls of Hospital Wing started darkening, and the torches around the room ignited flames automatically with a thud. The room is filled with utter silence of the unoccupied beds with Remus Lupin being an exception, laying exasperatedly awake with bandages wrapped around his left leg. His stomach growled but it was the least he cared about because of the aching on the tips of his fingers and toes as his chest was in a constant state of agitation. He wanted something. No, he was craving for someone. He couldn’t stop his brain from the race of unwanted thoughts.

What if he doesn’t want me anymore?

What if he has realized that I’m not worth dating?

What if he is better off with my absence?

Suddenly, his thoughts came to a halt when his senses heightened with someone’s fastidious and highly familiar presence. Remus didn’t even have to look to recognize because it was none other than Madam Pomfrey. He loved her but not momentarily—infact not from the past five days who had strictly banned any visitors since his and Sirius’ fight. Speaking of, he shut his eyes as the memory enrolled in his mind all over for the hundredth time.

“I could have killed you!”

“But you almost killed yourself!” Yelled the boy who Remus was in love with.

“That is the last thing to be worrying—“ But he was not finished when the boy lunged at him and yanked him by his fists clutching his hospital dress, bringing him eye to eye and nose to nose as he growled, “Don’t you ever fucking say that. If you don’t care a shit about yourself then at least care about me! Us! But you don’t! You don’t care about us! Fuck you, Lupin!”

Remus’ heart was hammering in his chest, the pain of his broken leg was long forgotten. The tears glistened in the boy’s hard eyes. And before he could lift him his hand to hold his jaw, to soften the clenched face, to wipe his hurt away, Madam Pomfrey burst inside with her raging thunder.

“Mr. Black! Hands off this instant! How dare you bully a patient like that!? And within the Hospital Wing!” And he loosened his grasp which left Remus with an empty feeling in his chest. Even if he was being held brutally, he didn’t care because he was held by the foremost person in his life. The person he would never wish to leave.

“He’s my—“ He tried but his voice was a whimper in comparison to Madam Pomfrey’s.

“A week’s detention Mr. Black for scaring my patient like that! None of your friends will ever visit the Hospital Wing! Now off you go before I take away the house points!”

He gave Remus one last look of misery, tears still swimming in his heaven-made silver eyes, and scurried away from the hospital.

Remus numbly watched Pomfrey re-bandage his wounds. He suddenly felt so despondent and lonely after rethinking everything. He had hurt his favorite person in the world. And all that person had done was the care and love him with his deepest sincerity. He also knew that his lycanthropy had always been on his mind that even led him to convince the rest of his friends to become Animagis just to protect Remus from hurting himself. And now Remus had done the very same thing by not allowing his pack to accompany him to the last full moon. His broken leg and severe wounds were the aftermaths of his isolated transformation

He didn’t want to admit that he regretted his decision because deep down inside he had been unbound from the usual fretfulness of hurting his friends. He’d been better off hurting himself than hurt them, especially Sirius Black.

Now, it had been five days and Remus had not seen him. Neither James nor Peter.

“Ma’am?” He didn’t realize he had called her before she looked at him in question while applying the salve on the half-healed wound. He hissed in pain but asked anyway, “When am I getting discharged from this bed and these walls?” The bitterness cut through his voice sharply which made Pomfrey look up in surprise.

“Well, Remus. I expect to call me Poppy instead of Ma’am after five years I’ve been treating you.” Remus suddenly felt hot with embarrassment, “And it will take few more days until your walk starts, and then you’ll be well enough to join your classes and friends.”

The way she spoke, Remus felt like he had centuries to wait. He flopped down on his bed again with disappointment, the hollowness in his chest created a bigger void. A Sirius Black void. He needed it to be filled by that very person. The longing was more than Remus expected, intense enough to cause burning in his eyes as his throat began to constrict gradually, tightening his chest. He held himself until his throat had turned thorny. He let out a shaky breath and tears spilled down his temple, founding their place in his already messy hair. He cried silently. He ached and ached until sleep drifted him away.

Even in his dreams, he saw dark hair rippling like the black sea, shiny grey eyes like silver orbs, and fair skin like snow accompanied with pink flushes on the dips of the body. And then he saw a hand reaching out to him and just as he tried to grasp it, the hand flew away with a burning brush on his arm. The sensation was warm enough to jerk him from his unconsciousness. Remus’ eyes opened up to the same ceilings of the hospital wings. The room was still inky blue. He saw his dinner tray on the nightstand in which the food had gotten cold and dry. He immediately touched his left arm where the same sensation was tingling his skin. Or maybe he just felt it in reality? But no one was there. Remus was alone and cold.

He tried closing his eyes again, feeling no appetite at all, but he sensed a faint noise of rustle. He ignored it before it came back again with a feeling of fingers brushing his arm again. He sat up abruptly, clutching his sheets to his chest. His eyes were scanning the room desperately when—

“Moony?” Remus screamed when he saw Sirius’ head appear in the mid-air. Sirius rush ahead to put his hand on his mouth, “Shh! Please! I don’t want to get more detentions, Moony!”

It was all too much to process; Sirius appearing like a genie with no body—before he pulled off the Invisibility Cloak, and Sirius’ warm and sweaty hand on Remus’ mouth, and most importantly, Sirius was here in front of him after five fucking days. He removed his hand once Remus calmed down.

“Look, Moony, I’m sorry—“ He never got to the end of it because Remus shoved Sirius in his embrace. The embrace that was yearning for Sirius only. He thought he might have thrown away anyone if they had tried hugging him before his boyfriend. Remus squeezed him impossibly closer and tighter. He was clutching him like a lifeline. He had his face nuzzled in Sirius’ chest. His fragile arms were strongly wrapped around Sirius’ torso. He was relishing the scent, the touch, the love, and everything he had missed.

“Fuck, I missed you, Pads.” He grunted in his collarbone, “I was longing for you…”

“I’m here.” Sirius cooed in his ear, pressing a kiss beneath it, “And I’m not going.”

“You’ll have to,” He chuckled, traveling his hands to find Sirius’ and intertwined them both.

“Eventually, yes but don’t ruin the moment, Moony.” Remus was torn between tightening his embrace or pulling away to gaze at Sirius’ face but then he felt the other move away. They parted from their lingering hug, and Sirius delicately held Remus’ face and bent down to kiss him. Remus felt his body was set on fire. They kissed languidly at first until their desires amplified their passion. Sirius dug his knees on the bed while Remus complied by pulling him in his lap. Suddenly, his boyfriend gasped and jerked away.

“Remus! Your leg is broken and—I’m sorry!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s just my calf area. I was not hurt okay?” Remus shushed him, peppering kisses on Sirius’ hands. The other boy nodded but frown still sitting on his face. He sat against him on the bed and Remus didn’t leave his hand. He just wanted them to be touching like an assurance of never parting again. They sat in silence. The flaming torches on the walls had already died out.

“Why did it took you so long?” Remus asked sheepishly, running circles on the outside of Sirius’ palm to make him sure that he was not mad.

“It’s not like I didn’t try,” Sirius spoke softly, “Had to sneak out from James’ hell hound eyes. And the last two days were spent in getting caught by Mrs. Norris. That fucking cat.”

“I love cats, okay? Don’t insult them.” Sirius cocked his eyebrow at him, “Yeah but she is such a pain in the arse.” They giggled. Remus couldn’t avert his eyes from Sirius who was avoiding his gaze, “Last two days, huh? It’s actually been five days. Are you mad at me?”

“Moony, how can I be mad at you?” The gentleness in his voice was powerful enough to cause Remus to feel hot behind his cheeks, “But yes, I admit that I was angry. I thought you didn’t want to see me. I thought that you’d want some space. But then I couldn’t stay away from you for so long. Life has been terrible without you.”

“Life has been terrible without you too, Sirius. I missed you so much. I felt bad the second you left this room. I felt so sorry to hurt you like that—“

“Your pain is my pain, Remus,” Sirius said sternly. His eyes are hard as steel. “You can’t isolate yourself like that. I know you fear hurting us but Moony, can’t you see? You are already hurting us like that. James has been quiet lately and Peter…well, he is just following his pursuit. What I mean is, none of us can see you wounded in hospital for like a week because of us. That we weren’t able to protect you.”

“It’s not your responsibility—“

“It is. You are mine.” Sirius squeezed their already entwined hands. The words were like a gush of affection in Remus’ heart. He was suddenly out of arguments. He smiled at the boy before him who smiled back weakly, “And yes, it’s been only two months since we started dating, but you already feel like my responsibility now.”

Remus arched an eyebrow at his flustered expression, “Wow, that’s quite patriarchal with few amendments since a man is claiming his supremacy on the other man.”

“Wha—you dominate over me all the fucking time!” They broke out in fits of laughter but then immediately clapped their hands on each other’s mouths to keep it down. Funnily, the more they forced themselves to be quiet the more laughter bubbled out of them. Remus suddenly grabbed Sirius by his collar and crashed their lips together. Their giggles were turned muffled until they were silently devouring each other’s mouths. Sirius was now moving from his jawline to his neck, and Remus turned into mush as the warmth began pooling into him. He just wanted to stay like this forever.

Suddenly, they both froze when the sounds of approaching footsteps came from the hall. Sirius lunged down to the floor to grab the invisibility cloak, and suddenly the door swung open.

“Mister Lupin?” McGonagall?

“Professor McGonagall.” Remus’ voice shook.

“I am sorry for barging into the Hospital Wing just like that, but I wanted to ask if Mr. Black might have stopped by here?” Even in the dark room, Remus was able to see the grave creases on her forehead. He gulped and eyed down the floor to found Sirius was nowhere to be seen.

“Umm…No, Professor.” He stammered.

“Well, that lad is one hurricane, isn’t he?” She sighed, “I hope you are recovering well, Remus.” Her voice softened and a hint of a smile passed her face. He nodded and then she was out of the hospital.

After he had made sure that there were no sounds of any footsteps he said, “What did you do now?”

“I came during my detention with McGonagall.” Sirius peeked through the cloak, with his entire body invisible.

“Okay, you look very creepy like that.” He stood, brushing off the dust from his trousers, “Come here, now. I want to relish you till my heart is contented. You are getting more detentions anyway.” He opened his arms for Sirius who fell into them with the goofiest smile on his face.

“You are such a masochist, Moony.”

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xmint-conditionx · 4 years ago

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tongue tied | myg

pairing: yoongi x reader, f2l

w/c: 3.5k

summary: you've been best friends with yoongi for almost a decade, and you're hopelessly in love with him. he's the most important person in your life, and you don't want to mess that up, so you can never be anything more... right?

written as a response to a request from the old blog -- the requestor was @yoongi--enthusiast; thanks again for your request, i loved doing it!!! "I had an idea... something based off of the song “tongue tied” with yoongi. I feel like it would be super soft with soft smut... I just think it would be nice to read so can you please wright it 🥺👉👈"

tags/cw: 18+ please, smut, outdoor sex, overall a little angsty but super cute too

a/n: i did not know that there was a song called tongue tied by marshmello before i wrote this so... i hope the person who requested this didn’t mean that song because I wrote this drabble over the grouplove song lmaooo but anyway, here goes! thanks luv, enjoy! also reposted from the old blog!!

Yoongi’s laugh is so beautiful. It’s rare, so when you see it, you soak up everything you can about it. The way his eyes crinkle up into crescent moons, the way his lips curl back putting his gummy smile on bright display. You can swear you see his eyes sparkle.

You are in love with him. You are in love with your best friend.

He makes loving him such an easy thing to do; bringing you into his inner world, showing you the sweet and warm center he conceals from everyone else. The way he looks at you, the way he says your name, the way he pouts when he wants a back scratch, all of those little things that make him who he is only deepen your infatuation with him.

You’re with him again this Friday night, making the drive to Bom’s house. It’s been a long week for the both of you; he’s been wrapped up in producing a track and you’ve been nose deep in college textbooks. His track is completed, and your exams are over. It’s safe to say that you both could use a good break.

It’s the end of the spring semester and the weather is going to be gorgeous tonight. The racing summer breeze coming through the open car windows is exhilarating. The sun is setting, and the warm evening light on Yoongi’s dewy skin makes him appear absolutely radiant as he navigates the highway.

You’re just listening to fun little summer jams as you speed off toward the city’s suburbs. Ones with funky little basslines that are easy to groove and sing along to. Ones that make you shout and laugh into the rushing wind. Ones that make you drink in the moment you’re having with Yoongi; ones that make you soak up all of his joy.

And when he steals a sly look your way, one hand still on the top of the steering wheel, you can swear your heart stops.

You’ve loved him as long as you can remember really knowing him. Since you were both 12, bonding over games of tag and basketball and the spilling of secrets to each other. You’d sit beneath the big tree in his backyard and share the snacks you’d bought at the corner store. He’d always let you have the last chocolate.

The only secret you’ve ever kept from Yoongi is the matter of your infatuation, and you are pretty resolute in keeping it that way.

He is the single most important person in your life. He had been there with you through it all; when your parents split up at 13, when your dad got you your first car at 15, when your long time boyfriend cheated on you at 16, when your dream college denied you at 17, when you got a full ride scholarship to a smaller university outside of the city right after that, when you were drugged at a house party at 20, when you were diagnosed with depression at 21, and when you were accepted into your masters program at 22.

You needed him, and because of that, you could never tell him.

You pull into the gates that surround Bom’s neighborhood. Her parents are pretty wealthy, so they live on a golf course. As you pull up into the driveway, you see some other students milling about, catching Frisbee. There’s Eunha, Ireum, Ji-Ah, and Miyeun that you recognize from some of your classes, but there are a few more that you’ve never met.

After a few rounds of drinks and a few lost games of flip cup, you all head outside to the back patio with all of your schoolwork from the year. Bom turns on the bluetooth speaker and sets it on the railing. You take in the night air and gaze up at the sky, wishing there was a shooting star to wish upon.

“Alright, everyone,” Bom begins, “essays and lab reports first, then tests, then miscellaneous homework.” Yoongi helps you dig through your stack to fish out the cursed papers. You all toss the stapled packages into the fire pit, one by one, each hitting with a soft thud. Once everyone has thrown their woes into the pit, Bom tops it with actual firewood and unceremoniously sets the whole lot of it on fire. You gaze into the center of the flame, watching your entire year catch fire. All the hours you spent doing that research project, all the disappointment when your group members wouldn’t follow through. Gone, like it never existed.

Yoongi’s holding your hand in his, and he’s busy drawing little circles with his thumb on your palm. Your head rests soundly on his shoulder, and you sigh into him, comfortable in where you are. The whole group piles in more papers, as you lament about the shitty professors and the shitty group projects and the shitty caf’ food and the shitty grades. Yoongi turns into you and nuzzles gently on your forehead. You feel his soft lips graze your temple, breath warm on your skin, tingles rising through your body, and you’re right where you want to be. Under the moon’s gaze with the person you love.

Before long, the breeze sends a chill through you that even the fire won’t remedy. Yoongi feels your shiver and unceremoniously removes his hoodie and puts it on over you, pulling up the hood and kissing your forehead. You always love when you wear his jackets; they surround you in his warmth, his smell. A smile plays across your lips until you notice Yoongi’s goosebumps.

“Hey,” you pout, “I don't wanna wear this if you’re gonna be cold.”

“I don’t wanna wear it if you’re gonna be cold,” he snaps back, smiling.

“Here,” you say, standing up from your deck chair. You take the step to get you to Yoongi’s chair, and sit in his lap. “This way we can both be warm, yeah?”

It takes him a second, but he wraps his arms firmly around you again, mumbling a “yeah, that’s fine” when you glance at him over your shoulder.

Your attention is called back to the group with Bom asks if you’re going to the Summer Romance Festival by the river next weekend. She’s been pushing you to get yourself out there more. The last time you were in a real relationship was high school, after all.

“I’d love to go; I hear they have the most beautiful fireworks display,” you start, “but I don’t think I will this year.”

“Well,” Bom says, “Why not?!”

“Because I don’t have a date, Bom!” you say, covering your face in the sweater paws you’ve made from Yoongi’s hoodie. “I don’t think I could find one in enough time.”

“Ya, just get Yoongi to go with you! You already do everything together anyway,” Eunha quips.

You notice that the steady rise and fall of Yoongi’s chest has stopped.

“Hey, you know we’re just friends, right Yoongi?” you look to him for backup.

The man nods, looking down and to the left.

“Okay,” Ireum speaks up, “In that case, do you want to go with me?”

“Wait, what?” you say.

“Do you want to go to the Summer Romance Festival with me? As a date?”

Yoongi tenses beneath you.

“Oh, I don’t know…” you breathe, “Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent. We can even get dinner before we go. Not too much, though. I’ll want to get us a treat from one of the dessert stalls.” Ireum says with a soft smile.

“Yeah,” you say, smiling back at him, “Okay. We’ll go together.”

Yoongi stirs beneath you. “Hey, can you get off of me?”

“What, why?” you pout.

“I said get off.”

“Yoongi, wh--”

He doesn’t wait for you to finish before he abruptly stands up, forcing you to catch yourself. When you look back at him, he’s walking toward the French doors that lead back into the house.

“Ya! What was that about?”

He keeps walking. You storm after him and slam the door, trapping you both inside.

“Yoongi, I’m talking to you! What’s your fucking problem?”

He whirs around.

“Oh, I have a problem?”

“Well, it sure seems like it.” you spit back, hands on your hips.

“Why don’t you go talk about it with your date, huh?” he says, gesturing out the window to Ireum. “Don’t you have some details to work out? He gonna pick you up? You gonna let him hold your hand? On your nice little extra special romantic date? I guess I’ll just fuck right off and leave you two alone, yeah? That’s what you want, cause we’re just friends and all.”

“Yoongi, we… are friends! You’re my best friend!”

“Did you ever for a second think that I could want more?”

“What?!”

“I fucking love you, Y/N! Isn’t it obvious?! I’ve loved you since the 7th grade. You remember when we played spin the bottle at Ha-joon’s house? Do you remember when you kissed me?”

“Yoongi…”

“No, let me finish. Do you remember the frat party we crashed junior year? Remember when we got up onto the roof and made out until we fell asleep? And then you weren't there when I woke up so I walked back to my dorm and then we just pretended it never happened? What the fuck was that, Y/N?!”

You reach for his arm, but he backs up, flinching away from you.

“I am so in love with you it hurts!”

“Yoongi.”

“But I guess if that guy can make you happy, then whatever,” he sighs.

“Yoongi.”

“Go on your little date and have fun and I’ll just go write some more goddamn songs about you--”

“Yoongi!”

He stills, pain flashing through his eyes.

“Yoongi,” you say quietly, easing toward him, “I had no idea. I left the roof to go inside and get you some water. When I came back, you were gone. You had been drinking a lot that night… and I felt really bad because… I thought I had taken advantage of you… Ever since I first kissed you at Ha-joon’s house, I wanted to do it again. And again. And, you looked so good that night and up on the roof when you were laughing about the quarterback I just… I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I thought surely you didn’t want to actually be kissing me.”

“Why the fuck would I have kissed you back, then?”

“You were drunk, and I--” you’re cut off when he grabs your wrist.“I have wanted to kiss you every time I’ve seen you since you first kissed me,” he says, glancing down at your lips. ”I want to kiss you right now.”

You take no time in closing the distance between the two of you, your lips crashing desperately. You’ve tasted his kiss before, but this time feels different. His hands are winding through your hair, pulling you deeper into his kiss. You moan against his mouth, and he responds with his tongue teasing your lips, asking for entry. You grant it, and he explores. One of his hands holds your jaw, the other still intertwined with your hair. His tongue runs along your bottom lip before he sucks it in, drawing out a small whimper from you. Taking his hand from your jaw, he runs it down your neck and décolleté and then down over your stomach and latches it on your hip, sinking his fingers into your skin. He gives your hair a small tug, just enough to break the kiss and expose your neck. He breaks off and trails kisses up your jawline and then onto your neck, speaking in between kisses.

“You have… no idea how… much I’ve… wanted to tell… you everything,” he breathes onto your neck, and you feel a heat pooling in your panties.

“Please, Yoongi…” you say as you begin to run one hand under his shirt. He stops kissing and looks up at you with the softest expression.

“What is it?” he asks as he grabs both of your hands in his, bringing one of them up to his mouth to sprinkle kisses along your fingers.

“You…” you begin and sigh, “you have no idea how much I want you.”

He stills.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to, I’m sorry, I just…” he trails off, eyes getting lost in the way his jacket is draped on your figure.

Him eyeing you up doesn’t make it any better.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” you say, eyes pleading up at him. “I’m tired of waiting.”

After a beat, he sighs.

“Neither of us are waiting another minute,” he says, landing a quick peck on your lips and going across the room to the couch, grabbing the throw blanket that rests on the arm.

“Come on, I have an idea,” he says, grabbing your arm and leading you out of the front door, across the street, through someone’s back yard until you reach the top of a hill on the side of a fairway. You watch as he scans the area, holding the blanket tight. His gaze lingers on two hills near the green of whatever hole this is, where there are a few more trees and hills to block you from the sightline of those second story windows. He looks at you, eyes asking the question. You smile and nod, and that’s all he needs.

He tugs your hand and you both go running down the fairway, laughing along the way. Once you reach your spot, he quickly puts down the blanket and lays on it. You’re still standing at his feet, hands fiddling with the ends of the jacket sleeves.

He smiles up at you and holds his arms up in your direction and says, “come here, beautiful,” while doing little grabby hands.

You slowly walk up to where he’s laying and sit on top of his hips, feeling how hard he already is. His hand rests on your hip underneath the fabric of his jacket, the other holding the side of your face.

“Let me see you,” he says with a tinge of whine in his voice, and that gives you an idea.

You reach under the still zipped jacket and fiddle around. Yoongi looks up at you befuddled, the corners of his lips turning down slightly as he tries to figure out what’s going on. When your hands emerge, one is holding your strapless bra and the other is holding the halter top you had been wearing. You can’t believe you managed to unzip the back by yourself.

You throw the garments to the side, and watch as understanding hits his face. His eyes glaze over and he licks his lips, clearly shaken up by your little trick.

He carefully dips his fingers below the waistband of your shorts and eases them down. You put your weight on him and give him a few kisses as he continues to move them down your legs. Once they too have been tossed to the side, you sit back up, lips red and swollen from the kiss.

He gently reaches up to the zipper of the jacket and begins to slowly pull it down, letting the cool night air in. You feel your nipples harden at the exposure to both the night air and Yoongi’s hungry eyes. He swallows and licks his lips as he runs his eyes over every new inch of you that is revealed. Memorizing your form, your perked nipples, the way your chest rises with each anxious breath.

He reaches back up to the collar and eases one shoulder of fabric off. You move to take the rest off despite the cold, but he stills your hand with his.

“Keep it on, please. I love seeing you wear my clothes,” Yoongi says, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing them against his knuckles as you slowly grind your still covered core on his length. He groans in frustration, his pants getting tighter. You let go of his hand and run your fingers up beneath his white cotton v-neck, his ab muscles flinching under your touch. You help him remove his shirt, taking in the way his pale skin shines under the moonlight.

Seeing you look at him makes his cock twitch in his pants, and you think it’s time to provide him some relief.

You scoot back and start to undo his belt, getting low and staring up at him through your lashes. His breath hitches when you make eye contact with him, and then it starts to pick up as you undo the button and zipper. You shimmy down the denim, but leave his black boxer-briefs where they are.

You come back up to the waistband after releasing his jeans, and you take the elastic in between your teeth. You tug them down with your teeth while your hands pull them on the sides. His erection springs free, and he sucks in a fast breath when his cock meets the cool air. You take the opportunity to let your warm breath ghost over his throbbing cock, coaxing a deep groan from Yoongi. He puts his hand to your cheek, and you look up to meet his gaze.

“I don’t think I can last if you put me in your mouth, baby girl. We can do head next time,” Yoongi says, and your heart soars at the pet name. You ease back up so that you’re straddling him once more, and reflexively start to grind on him again.

“Please let me take care of you. Look how wet you are,” he says, running his fingers over your clothed slit, dipping one finger in to collect a bit of slick. He tastes his finger and says. “Yeah, we’re definitely going to need to do head next time.”

You blush at the thought of him buried between your thighs, vulgarly slurping up everything you have to give him. You clench just thinking about it, and Yoongi notices. He pulls your panties to the side, takes the head of his cock and presses it to your clit, teasing your entrance. His precum mixes with your wetness, and you can’t resist him any more. You’ve resisted him for years, and you’re done.

You slowly ease yourself down on his cock, only making it halfway down before you have to wait for you to adjust. You both look at each other; Yoongi’s jaw is set and his eyebrows are furrowed together. Your mouth drops open as you raise and lower yourself again, feeling the delicious stretch that accompanies it. You bottom out and begin setting a slow and gentle pace.

Your body is rolling steadily, moonlight creating beautiful shadows on your body as you take him in over and over. As many times as you’ve dreamed of this, you still didn’t fathom it being this good or it feeling this right.

Yoongi is everything you had imagined he would be and then some. The way he is looking up at you, the way his soft little moans escape every time you bottom out, the way his eyebrows furrow together at the sight of your dripping heat enveloping him. Perfection.

He takes his hands and trails them up the curve of your waist, stopping just below your breasts. He runs his thumbs over your nipples, making you shudder and arch your back, pushing your chest into his hands. He palms them, kneading little circles around your areolas.

You lean forward, putting your weight on him again, and he meets you eagerly with another kiss. He wraps his arms around your back, keeping himself under the jacket, and you pick up the rhythm. Yoongi scratches his nails all the way down your back. Once he gets to your ass, he cups it, squeezing gently. You place your forehead against his, and your eyes meet.

“Y/N,” he whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “you look so beautiful on top of me like this. Please let me see this sight for the rest of my life.” You whimper at the praise, and pick up the pace.

“Please,” he continues, small grunts mixing in with his words, “Don’t wake up tomorrow and pretend like this never happened. Please... don’t break my heart,” he pleads.

“Not a chance, Yoon. I can never let you go. You’re everything to me. You’ve always been.”

“Baby, I am so close. Can I--”

“Come with me, Yoongi. Let’s do it together,” you say. Yoongi’s hands are on your hips and he’s thrusting up into you with an unrelenting pace. At this angle, you can feel his head graze against your cervix with each thrust, sending white spots in your vision.

You both reach your end at the same time, breaths mingling as you come down from your highs. You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat gradually slow. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head and sighs into your hair.

“So…” he begins, “do you wanna go to the festival with me?” Yoongi asks.

“Are you gonna pick me up? Let me hold your hand? Have a nice little special romantic date?” you fire back, trying your best to sound like him. You sit up on your arm, letting your hair hang over to one side, and watch the light dance in his eyes as he laughs.

“Yeah,” he laughs, “I might even get us a little snack from one of the desert vendors.”

#bts smut #bts smut reactions #bts smut one shot #bts fanfiction #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #yoongi x you #yoongi smut one shot #soft!yoongi #yoongi--enthusiast #send me requests

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sirenascales · 4 years ago

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-> double black [part three] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A man is murdered and things get interesting as the investigation starts. [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai]

2,981 words

note: no smut in this one hehe, but things are gonna get fun. enjoy!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

"Hey... are you okay?" Kenji asked me a few days later, noticing the scowl on my face and realizing that I had been tapping my nail on my desk repeatedly for the last fifteen minutes. "You seem... pissed?"

I grunted, closing my eyes and slowly taking a deep breath. "I'm okay, Kenji. Just having a bad day." The others shared looks with each other, but chose not to pry. The frown on my face never left, my fists clenched as my blood continued to boil.

Then that all went away, when I felt a gentle hand against the back of my neck. I looked over at Dazai, who had lazily rolled himself in his chair over to me. He grinned. "I could see the steam coming from your ears!"

His hand never left my neck, moving until his fingers loosely wrapped around the column of my throat. Strangely enough, my anger had completely gone away when he touched me, and it felt nice to finally breathe. "With the day I'm having..." I sighed, the whole world seemingly melting away, Dazai's thumb stroking along my jaw.

Kunikida was clearly unimpressed, the man gritting his teeth. Atsushi looked shocked, his face tinged red while Ranpo and Kenji just touched their own necks gently.

"Does she like to get choked?"

"Who knows, man."

"Hey, I know what will make you feel better," Dazai suggested and I tilted my head, waiting for him to continue. He leaned in and would have kissed me if it weren't for a book smacking right into the side of Dazai's head.

"Do that on your own time! We have a schedule!" Kunikida fumed while I quickly turned around to cover my face, simply to muffle down my obnoxious laughter.

"Oh, dude!"

"Kunikida! What was that for!"

"Public indecency!"

Dazai rubbed his head, whining from the pain while I just giggled behind my hands. Dazai almost looked betrayed at me laughing at him and I just shrugged my shoulders. "Hey, that's what you get for trying to play grab ass."

I purposely ignored Dazai's pouty face for the rest of the day, the man clearly upset that he didn't get to kiss me. I shook my head, glaring at him from across the office while threateningly pointing my pen at him.

"Work, dammit."

"I don't wanna! Bella, don't be so mean!"

I fixed him another glare before going back to my work, finishing up the final report for the last case we were on. After going through and making sure it was perfect, I saved and emailed it to the President, just as the door to the office slammed opened.

"He's gone!"

"Keiko?! What the he- Keiko, what's wrong?"

I stood up from my desk, my best friend standing before me in a frazzled state. She looked extremely distressed, tears falling down her face. I rushed to her, the woman collapsing into my arms as we both fell to our knees.

"He's gone!" she exclaimed before she started to sob into my chest. "He's gone! He's gone! He's gone!"

"Keiko..." I looked up at the others with wide eyes, them looking on with alarm. I turned back to Keiko, rubbing on her back as she continued to sob.

Taichi was killed. He was found in an alleyway with multiple stab wounds. Keiko had received a call from the police after his identity was discovered, the detectives revealing the tragic news to her.

"I'm so sorry, Keiko..." I said to her softly, sitting with her in one of the small areas of the office, separated by simple dividers. "... how the hell did this happen? We just saw him last night when he dropped you off at my place..."

Keiko had finished crying, but the terrible sadness in her eyes was a clear indication of how devastated she was. I clenched my fists, feeling my anger from earlier building up again.

"I'm going to have to make my statement," Keiko said softly, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Do you want me to go with you to the station?" I asked and she shook her head.

"No... it's okay..."

"The thing is, you are also one of the last people to see him alive," Kunikida spoke up, standing by with Dazai and Atsushi. "You'll have to give your account too..."

Sighing deeply, I absentmindedly reached under my skirt, pausing when I didn't feel my knife against my thigh where it usually was. I gritted my teeth, shaking my head to myself before I went back to rubbing on Keiko's back in an attempt to comfort her.

Soon, Keiko and I left the Agency and headed on over to the police station. We gave our accounts of the night before when we last saw Taichi, us talking separately with a different agent.

"Now you know, Mr. Kamiya was in the Port Mafia," the agent said and I nodded. "And they have quite a bit of history with your little organization."

I didn't like the condescending tone in his voice, but I kept my cool. "Of course, but none of us have anything to do with this man's murder, and you have no evidence proving otherwise."

He just rolled his eyes at me. "Well, this is all we need. You're free to go."

I nodded before quietly making my way out of the interview room. I met with Keiko, who looked like she had been crying again and I pulled her into a comforting hug. "It's okay. This will be over soon."

Later on, I found myself back at the Agency, Keiko choosing to go home, despite my protests. My head was buried in my arms, not moving as I felt someone put their hand on my head, lightly scratching my scalp.

"Looks like the police will keep on investigating Taichi's murder," Dazai said and I peeked one eye out to find him leaning against my desk. "Thing is, I'm sure the Port Mafia will also be conducting their own investigation. Ohh, this is gonna get interesting~"

"So is it better if we stay out of this, then?" I asked, sitting up in my chair. "I mean, unless we're asked... we don't have to touch this."

Dazai regarded me for a moment, a mysterious smile growing on his face before he just threw his hands up nonchalantly. "I get it, you were friends with the guy."

"Not really," I corrected him immediately. "Keiko is my friend."

"Ohhhhh," Dazai just hummed, tapping his forefinger on his chin. "Well anywho, the police are gonna have their hands full if the Port Mafia really gets involved! It wouldn't hurt to help, right?"

I hesitated, a small smile soon growing on my face as I nodded. "Sure. Let's start tomorrow."

"How about tonight instead?!" Dazai asked with a cheerful smile while I just glared at him angrily, the two of us now standing in the middle of the crime scene.

"Why do I even bother believing a word you say?" I hissed at him, attempting to kick the man but he quickly side stepped me. I gritted my teeth. "Ugh, plus it's already dark, Dazai. It's gonna be harder to find any evidence." Indeed, the only light we were getting was from the full moon up ahead, and the shitty lights above the side door of one of the buildings. "Are we even allowed to be here?"

Dazai simply nodded his head. "Of course, we were assigned to this case, afterall."

"... you told me the police were keeping it," I said, eyebrows twitching in annoyance. Was he serious?!

Dazai just smiled and threw his hands up. "Guess I was mistaken," he hummed and I sighed deeply, rubbing my temples.

"Okay so... what now?" I asked, finally looking around the crime scene. It was obviously taped off and Taichi's body was removed. All there was left was a giant stain of blood, which I now looked at with a worried face.

"Just by the nature of the crime alone, we can easily say it was a crime of passion. If this was a local gang or rival, he would have been shot, or even jumped and beaten to death. Official word is, he was stabbed over sixty times," Dazai explained, standing beside me and staring at the blood. "There is no sign of the murder weapon, no other physical evidence besides Taichi's dead body and blood. We'll have to wait for forensics to give us their final word, but I can tell... this might not be so easy to crack."

I nodded solemnly, my fists clenched tightly.

"Or... will it?"

I took in a deep breath before turning and sending Dazai a sheepish smile. "Well, we got our work cut out for us, huh."

Dazai chuckled softly. "Yeah, but that's what makes it fun."

"So Dazai," I started, crossing my arms over my chest. "I have a question."

"I may have an answer."

"Have you ever killed anyone before?"

Silence followed after my question and I turned to look at the man. His hands were in his pockets, a weird smile on his face. "I have. Quite a few."

For some reason, the answer didn't shock me as much as it probably should. "How do you sleep at night?"

More silence, before Dazai stood before me. I looked up at him, heart thudding when I saw that same dim look in his eyes. His lips curled up and he leaned in, making me hold my breath as he whispered.

"Like a baby."

My breath hitched in my throat, eyes going wide. I licked my lips nervously, nodding my head slowly. "I see..." Just... wow.

"You know, I could have gone without seeing your ugly face, Dazai."

A look of distaste grew on Dazai's face as the newcomer came sauntering up to us. He wore black, a familiar hat resting upon a familiar head of red hair. Blue eyes stared daggers into my coworker, mouth curled into a displeased snarl.

"Ah, Chuuya! It is a small world, after all," Dazai sang, the glare in his eyes not meeting the jovial tone of his voice.

Chuuya scoffed. "I thought you'd be fucking dead by now, but of course, you always love to piss me off."

"'Cause it's so much fun!"

The two men clearly didn't like each other, but that was the least of my concerns. All I could do was stare at Chuuya in shock. Of course, Taichi was one of his subordinates, he would want to find out who his killer was and get retribution. That was just how the Port Mafia worked.

I gulped, carefully trying to back away from the two. They could stand there and bicker with each other all they want. I had to get out of here before-

"Oh wait, meet my new friend!" Dazai wrapped his arm around my neck, wrestling me to his side effortlessly as I tried to break free. He knew I was trying to escape and made sure that didn't happen.

"Hey, let me go!" I hissed, not pleased with being pulled into a damn chokehold.

"Not until you meet my old friend!"

Chuuya growled. "We're not friends, damn traitor!"

Traitor? I grew confused, eyebrows pinched even as I fought against Dazai's hold. Chuuya narrowed his eyes when he finally got a good look at me.

"Hey... do I know you?"

Crap. "Uh..." I laughed sheepishly, Dazai now confused as he looked back and forth between the two of us.

"You know each other?"

"W-well..."

"We met a few months ago," Chuuya spoke up, his eyes widening in realization before his eyes narrowed and he snarled. "Knew you couldn't be trusted."

"Wait!" I exclaimed, making it out of Dazai's hold and holding my hands up to Chuuya. "I swear... I didn't even know about the ADA when we met. It was just as I said that night, I lost my job and was there to drink my pain away."

"Tch," Chuuya sounded, his eyes still narrowed. "And now you work with this traitorous bastard. Lucky you."

There was that word again.

"What do you mean by traitor?" I asked, at the same time Dazai spoke up.

"How the hell do you two know each other?"

Chuuya scoffed. "I fucked her."

I squeaked, Dazai's eyebrows raising.

"Interesting. I'm fucking her too."

I squeaked again, waving my hands wildly before either man could respond. "D-don't we have a murder to solve, huh?!"

It fell on deaf ears, the two men staring each other down, all before their eyes were on me and my trembling form.

"You know... I feel like we've been here before, Chuuya."

Said man snorted. "When you fucked my girls?"

"Like you haven't fucked mine?"

Okay, now I was confused. "Um... I don't understand..."

"Oh yeah!" Dazai exclaimed a bit too cheerfully, putting a hand on Chuuya's shoulder, earning a withering glare. "Chuuya and I go way back. Were the best of friends."

"No we weren't."

"We were partners! The best there was!"

"... tch."

Partners? What the hell did Dazai mean by partners? I looked between the two men, lips formed in a thin line. Then, the answer struck and my mouth fell open in shock. There was no fucking way... Dazai? I swallowed thickly, shaking my head for this was not the time or place to be thinking about this.

"Okay... I can only imagine just how deep this shit goes," I started, the men looking at me curiously. "But we have a murder to solve. Whatever... this," I gestured my hand between the two of them. "Is... it can wait. Y'all can make out or whatever later."

That was my attempt at breaking whatever tension there was, but I was the only one cackling when Dazai and Chuuya immediately protested.

"I will kill you!"

"That is not funny, bella!"

"Ugggh, I don't have the time for this. I should have known that the ADA would be investigating this, and that just pisses me off. You two should just stay out of my way," Chuuya said, hands in his coat pocket. "Though you... word is that you were one of the lasts who saw Taichi alive."

My heart dropped when Chuuya looked at me and I frowned. "And I told the police that I saw him when he dropped Keiko off at my apartment. There are cameras in the lobby that will show that I never left the apartment. We even ordered food in."

"Fuck. And there is no other evidence right now. No weapon, no hints of DNA. It's like the killer just vanished," Chuuya said to himself and I glanced at Dazai, seeing the amused look on his face.

"What if it was an ability user?" Dazai suggested. Chuuya gritted his teeth.

"Shut up! I don't need your help!"

"Really? Are you sure?" Dazai taunted the red head, quickly ducking when Chuuya swung his foot in a wide kick. Dazai didn't get hit, but the wall behind him took the damage, large cracks forming on the surface. I swallowed thickly. Just how strong was Chuuya?

"H-hey," I started nervously, foolishly getting between the two men before they could start a fight. "We're after the same goal, right? Why don't we just... work together?" The fierce glares I got made me shrink. "O-o-or! Or not! That's fine! Just don't fight!"

"Bella is right... fighting is so beneath me," Dazai said wistfully and I sighed deeply.

"Dazai, I'm being serious. This man was my best friend's boyfriend. I want to find his killer too."

"Just stay out of it," Chuuya growled. "This has nothing to do with either of you. The Port Mafia will handle this."

"Let's make it a race then." Both Chuuya and I were dumbfounded as we looked at Dazai, waiting for him to continue. "A competition to see who figures this out, the ADA or the Port Mafia."

"Dazai... what the hell?" I asked in disbelief, Chuuya stepped closer to him.

"What's the prize?"

Dazai smirked, raising a bandaged hand and pointing right to me. "Our bella."

My jaw dropped. "You're fucking kidding me?"

"No," Dazai answered rather seriously. "I'm not."

Chuuya is strangely quiet, his unreadable eyes now trained on me. I fidgeted under his gaze, looking away to find Dazai staring at me all the same. I shivered. I hated this; hated being part of such a stupid competition as a prize, and I hated that I fucking loved it. I screwed my eyes shut.

"Deal," Chuuya finally said and I gasped when I felt his familiar leather clad fingers cup my face, him moving my head to make me look at him. "Gotta say, I didn't expect to see you again, but I'm glad our paths have crossed a second time." I became extremely flustered and Chuuya smirked. "Tell me, Dazai. What was it like having my sloppy seconds?"

I gasped sharply with Dazai only laughing darkly, suddenly feeling his presence behind me. "Can't say it was too bad..." he answered and I just completely clocked out, breath hitching as I felt a bit embarrassed. And turned on. They knew exactly what to say to get me riled up.

"Okay, I'm leaving! It's late and I still haven't eaten dinner yet! Bye!" I was frantic trying to rush away from them as fast as I could. I didn't even turn back when Dazai called after me.

"See you tomorrow, bella!" Dazai chuckled softly, watching me disappear, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"A race? Really?" Chuuya asked incredulously, eyes piercing as he stared at his old partner.

"It will just make this all the more fun," Dazai hummed.

"You're a bastard," Chuuya scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Just stay out of my way. Taichi getting himself killed just ruined the investigation we had on him."

"Oh?" Dazai raised his eyebrows, amused. "Was he being a naughty boy?"

"Shut the fuck up, Dazai."

-End

I have this headcanon that Dazai and Chuuya definitely stole each other's girls and even shared them and had threesomes when they were partners and ya'll CANNOT tell me otherwise.

#bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut #bsd smut #this case isnt gonna get too insane bc i just write a detailed investigation lmfao #im trying ok this is just lots of smut with a lil plot to make it juicy #anyway I hope you enjoy lol

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one-boring-person · 4 years ago

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Hii, I don't know if I asked this already but can i request a poly lost boys x reader x . So they think she cheated on them (But she didn't) and so they cheat on her then find out that she didnt cheat on them. How would they feel?

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it!😊💛

How Dare You?!

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: cheating, bad language

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Part Two

Low giggles surround the boys as they move down the Boardwalk, smirks adorning the eight present faces, four of them more devious than the others. As always, the crowd parts for them, though a few odd looks are thrown their way as the regulars of the area take note of the fact that there are eight of them, rather than the usual five. Out of them all, one looks slightly uneasy, the brunette's generally stoic exterior slipping a little as the girl on his arm presses a kiss to his neck.

"I really don't think this is your best idea, David." Dwayne remarks, leaning a little out of the girl's reach, giving her an apologetic smile as she pouts.

The platinum blonde only scoffs, turning minutely to look back at his friend.

"What makes you say that?" His tone is prideful, as if his plan is foolproof and sure to work out.

"This feels too wrong…"

"Aw, come on, man! You can't go on about "right and wrong", that's just hypocritical." Marko chips in, lifting an eyebrow knowingly.

Dwayne scowls at him and closes his mouth, rigidly allowing the girl to lean into him, plastering herself to his lithe body with enthusiasm.

"So, girls, you wanna come back to ours? We promise you you'll have a great time." David encourages the four girls, practically purring the words into the hair of the blonde at his side.

"Hm, I don't know. How do we know you're not just gonna abduct us?" The blonde challenges, seductively, shooting a sultry smile at the girls around her.

"Would that be so bad?" David responds, smirking at her.

The four girls giggle and continue to tease, but eventually they agree to join the boys, following them to their bikes, which are at their usual place. Climbing on, the vampires aid their new friends onto their respective motorcycles, the sensation of another person's arms odd to them after so long of it being one specific person. Adjusting themselves, they rev their engines, before taking off into the night, the girls screaming in dizzy ecstasy as they cling on.

By the time they reach the Bluff, it's already past midnight, the moon having long since passed its apex, the cliff top now only really lit up by the flashing lighthouse, a little way away. Drawing the bikes to a halt, the boys are quick to help the girls off, each of them making sure to keep some form of physical contact on them as they go. David leads the way to the rickety walkway, allowing his hand to rest at the small of the blonde's back as he helps her down the slick stairs, his smirk fixed in place on his face as he watches the girl follow him. Dwayne comes next, simply holding the girl's hand as they descend into the decrepit hotel, his partner now seeming much less excited as she realises she's not getting anywhere near as much attention as the other three. Marko is third to follow, wrapping his arm around his girl's waist as he goes, pulling her tightly into his body, smirking mischievously as he rubs her side. Last is Paul, who has scooped his new friend up into his arms, holding her tightly as they walk down the stairs, grinning as she giggles, the blonde vampire finding this highly amusing, though a small part of him feels a little off.

Upon entering, the four vampires become aware of the presence of a ninth person.

(Y/n).

A ripple of surprise goes through them all. None of them had registered her own motorbike up on the cliff, and so had no idea that she'd be present tonight, Dwayne instantly looking as if he would rather leave. David stops momentarily, before continuing on confidently, blue eyes blazing triumphantly as they roam the area inside in search of their girlfriend. The two spot each other very easily, (Y/n)'s brow furrowing at the sight of the four vampires with their new companions.

"What...what's going on?" She asks after a moment of tense silence.

"Yeah, what's going on, David?" The blonde girl asks, lifting an eyebrow critically as she looks the other girl up and down, situating herself closer to the platinum blonde.

"Oh, we just thought we'd even up the playing field a bit. Surely that's alright with you, (Y/n)? Considering you created the odds in the first place." David practically sneers at her, going to sit down with his girl on his wheelchair, staring at her over the other's shoulder.

"Even up the playing field? What the hell are you talking about?" (Y/n) splutters, frowning in confusion and jealousy as she watches her boyfriend start caressing the other girl's side.

"You want some clarification? I'd suggest starting with your new boyfriend." David continues, gesturing to the other boys to sit down, almost relishing the look of hurt and confusion clouding (Y/n)'s face.

"My new boyfriend?" Is all she can say, clearly trying to remember what he's talking about.

"Oh, don't play dumb with us, kitten. We're not blind, despite what you may think." He bites out, emphasising the pet name cruelly.

"I never said you were…?"

"So who's that guy you've been spending a lot of time with, hmm?" Paul cuts in, fixing (Y/n) with a hard stare.

"Guy? What guy- oh." She peters off, her eyes rolling back into her head in exasperation.

"Yeah, him. Can't play that one off, can you?" Marko taunts, baring his teeth in a grim smirk of triumph.

"There's nothing to play off." She says matter-of-factly, turning to look at him, "Because he's my brother."

There's a moment of tense silence, no one moving a muscle, until David suddenly throws his head back and roars with laughter, (Y/n) looking over to him in angry confusion.

"You really can't expect us to believe that! Jeez, I thought you were intelligent!" He snickers, wiping fake tears from his eyes.

"He is! And I can't believe you didn't recognise him, considering you've met him! Twice!" (Y/n) snaps at him, her fury evident now in her tone, "What the hell is wrong with you guys? You really thought I'd cheat on you? Are you insane?"

No one says a word, the four vampires now quickly realising their mistake, slight groans of dread escaping them.

"I can't believe you'd actually think that! How dare you say I'd be unfaithful?! After all the time we've spent together!" She shakes her head, kneading her temples with her fingers as she visibly seems to fight back tears, "And you moved on fast enough, didn't you. Just couldn't wait to get rid of your "unfaithful" girlfriend, hm? Well guess what; you've achieved your goal!"

Without another word, she storms out, stifling sobs as she goes, the four vampires easily able to pick up the sound of her motorcycle driving off, a minute later.

The following silence doesn't last long, the blonde in David's lap quickly standing to face him. Glaring, she slaps him, hard, across the face.

"You never told us you had a girlfriend." Is all she says, before stalking out of the cave.

Quickly, the other three follow, leaving the four vampires alone to think over what they've done, none of them quite willing to face the severity of their actions. After a moment, Paul breaks the quiet, his voice laced with despair.

"What have we done?!"

"We've ruined everything." Marko murmurs, biting his thumb so hard it almost bleeds.

Abruptly, Dwayne stands up, a furious scowl on his face.

"And all because you were too proud to just ask her about it." He growls at David, body tense, "Thanks a lot."

David doesn't reply, only dropping his head in his hands, sighing hopelessly as he takes the full brunt of what Dwayne has to say. Eventually, he manages to say something.

"We need to get her back. I need to make it up to her."

"Too right you do." Dwayne scoffs, before leaving the room.

"Man, we really fucked up." Paul mumbles, wringing his hands.

"Yeah, I did." David mutters to himself.

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#kiefer sutherland #paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#santa carla #marko(the lost boys)#star(the lost boys)

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SHOW: Teen wolf

CHAPTER THREE: “works like magic”

EPISODE: 3x02 “chaos rising”

(part two)

The sudden fact and shock of Erica's death hung in the air, tension rising between Derek and Isaac. After Kaitlin had passed out Stiles grew worried for his childhood best friend. But the thought of the bombshell she had dropped on the two of them not even an hour ago still loomed in his mind.k

He looked at the brunette who sat on a table, her uncle looked here over, double checking she was okay, Stiles was confused, he didn't know how to feel about the fact that the girl he'd known his whole life was a supernatural. In one instance, he still just saw Kaitlin, the girl he had grew up with, the girl who's mom was best friends with his mom before she died. He saw the way her nose crinkled up when she laughed and the dimples when she smiled. Or how she played with her collarbone when she was nervous. Then on the other hand, he saw her in a whole new light, she was a witch, he'd seen her do it, she held Isaac down so effortlessly and was willing to hurt herself to help.

Kaitlin caught Stiles gaze, sighing, she says a few words to her uncle, jumping from the table and made her way over to the two friends, awkwardly standing in front of them.

"We should talk" she stated, her arms crossed over her chest, the boys look to each other, silently agreeing "okay" They make their way outside, standing near the redheads car, she leans against the hood as she crosses her arms.

"Why would you lie to us?" Scott questions, a scowl grows on Kaitlin's face, shaking her head slightly "I didn't lie to you, I'd never lie to you. I just..." she sighs, looking at her feet.

"My mom tried to hide it from me for the first few years of my life" she looks up at the two, slight hurt in her eyes

"When it finally happened she explained everything to me, but made me swear to keep it a secret" her voice was horse, her head still slightly sore.

"How'd it happen" Stiles questions from his place, standing against the wall across from the redhead

"Eight years ago" she starts "I came home from school after a really bad day" she takes a quick glance at Stiles, the boy listening intently. "Every little thing annoyed and agitated me, then I got really upset with my mom, which ended in me shattering my kitchen windows without trying" she chuckles lightly at the memory. "she knew she had to tell me after that, I was young, but I wasn't dumb"

"She explained everything to me, but even if I was allowed I couldn't tell you guys" her voice wavers, emotion building up slightly, she looks to Stiles "you had just lost your mom" then to Scott "and your dad...you were just kids"

"Katie you were a kid too"

Kaitlin goes quiet, looking down at her feet, she sighs "it was so hard, when I moved away, it killed me. I hated it, the thought that I might never see you guys again, I thought that I would never get the chance to tell you guys the truth" she shakes her head, looking back at her friends.

"The reality of it set in when Lydia told me she knew" the two boys look at each other dumbfounded, Kaitlin laughs

"Yeah that's how I felt, she said something about a feeling"

"Psychic" Stiles mumbles

Scott steps forward, his arms slightly crossed "Katie, I think I speak for us both when I say, we don't blame you and we're okay with it" he smiles "but how did you know about... you know, me" Kaitlin smiles

"About two weeks before I moved back, deaton came to Boston for the weekend. He sat me down and explained everything, Peter, Derek, the kanima and what's currently happening, the alpha pack" Scott smiles with her "have to admit, I was speechless"

Stiles stands straight from his position, clapping his hands together. He walks forwards standing beside Kaitlin and wrapping an arm around her shoulder

"Well, I for one am very excited for all of the 'Sabrina the teenage witch' jokes I'm about to make" he jokes, Kaitlin laughs at him, wrapping her arm around stiles lower back, he pulls her closer, squeezing her comfortably

"Looking forward to it."

******

"She's not dead" Derek Hale yelled at his beta, Isaac flinched at the loudness of his voice, the two had been arguing over the status of Erica.

"Derek, he said, 'there's a dead body. It's Erica.' Doesn't exactly leave us much room for interpretation" Stiles explains, Kaitlin sat beside Isaac on a counter, rubbing her temple in irritation

"Then who was in the vault with Boyd?" Kaitlin rolls her eyes, growing tired of the same conversation "someone else obviously"

"Maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle." He looks to Isaac "the one who saved you?"

"No, she wasn't like us, and whoever was in the vault with Boyd was." Stiles crosses his arms, a sigh escaping his lips.

"What if that's how Erica died? They pit them against the each other during the full moons and see which one survives, it's like werewolf thunder dome" Stiles rambles, Kaitlin lets out a breathy chuckle, Stiles' humor always slipped through at the worst times.

"Then we get them out tonight" Derek pushes even further

"Be smart about this, Derek. You can't just go storming in" Deaton buts in. But Derek won't give up "if Isaac got in, then so can we"

"But he didn't get through the vault door, did he?" Kaitlin finally says, the alpha turning his gaze to her "we need a plan"

"How are we going to come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than 24 hours?" He questions the witch, a smug look on his face, challenging her. She gives him an exasperated look.

"Oh I don't know you tell me, your the one that plans on getting them out tonight?" She sits up from her position, Derek glares at the witch

"Uh I think someone already did" Stiles looks at his phone "beacon hills first national bank closes its doors three months after vault robbery" he reads from his phone, handing it to Kaitlin who skim reads over the article

"It doesn't say how it was robbed but it probably won't take long to find out" the girl hands the phone back.

"How long?"

"It's the internet, Derek. Okay? Minutes"

*****

Scott and Stiles went to stiles' house after leaving the animal clinic last night to try find out more about the bank. Kaitlin had told them she would stop by in the morning before school and see how they had progressed, what she didn't expect to see was the two boys Sprawled across the room, papers scattered everywhere, some coming from the printer, both passed out.

"Guys" she attempts to wake her friends, the two teens not moving "guys!" Still even at her raised voice, they slept soundly.

She crosses her arms, smirking, she kicks the chair Scott sat on, he falls from the chair, waking himself and Stiles up as he does.

The two boys smile sheepishly at the witch when they notice her, she stands tall smirking at the boys, wearing a light purple spaghetti string top over a long sleeve white T-shirt paired with denim high waist jeans and her converse.

Stilinski walks into the room, two cups of coffee in his hand, he hands Kaitlin one, the brunette smiles at him, saying a quick thank you

"I see you woke them for me" he laughs "time for school" he states, turning to walk out of the room "Wait, dad!" Stiles calls, his father turning back to look at him

"Heather?" Kaitlin's ears perk up at the familiar name, Stilinski frowns, shaking his head "no. Nothing yet" Stiles' face falls after his father walks out

The room is silent for a few moments, before Stiles speaks up "ten hours and nothing." He states in frustration

"We're gonna find something" Scott reassures him, glancing at Kaitlin

"Finding something doesn't make Erica any less dead" Stiles argues, moving to clean his room "or Boyd any less about-to-be dead

"We still have time" Scott reassures further, Stiles glances at Kaitlin who shrugs

"Is this whole 'remain optimistic in the face of complete and utter disaster' thing apart of the 'be a better Scott McCall' program?" Classic sarcasm from the king of sarcasm, Kaitlin chuckles, trying to hide her amusement

"Not if it doesn't work"

Stiles sighs in frustration, crumpling a piece of paper in his hand "no, it works"

Kaitlin looks at the papers around the room "Uh guys, maybe your work isn't a total failure" she calls when she notices a newspaper article with Stilinski arresting a man outside beacon hills first national bank

She moves to show Stiles the article, the boys eyes widening and pushing the article to Scott, moving to run out of the room

"Dad! Dad! Wait! Dad!" He runs out of the room, Scott looks to Kaitlin who smiles

*****

Kaitlin jumps out of her car, parked next to stiles' Jeep. The boy groans when he jumps out of the Roscoe, waiting for Kaitlin to catch up to the two, when she does, Scott pulls out his phone and they start walking

"Alright, so we meet at Derek's at 5:00 to go over the plan, and then we don't get started until dark" he swings his bag over his shoulders, Kaitlin sighs

"Do I have to come, Derek's a bit of an ass" she states, Derek's attitude towards the whole situation yesterday make Kaitlin look at the man differently

"Derek's not all that bad, Katie. He's just sour about everything with Erica and Boyd" Stiles explains, reassuring the girl who nods "Yeah I guess, what do we do till then?"

"Well right now, we've got English."

*****

The school day had gone by like any other, boring classes and boring teachers.

After school, Kaitlin, Scott and Stiles met at Derek's like planned

"Okay, you see this?" Stiles pulls out blueprints and a red marker, marking a few places on the sheet

"This is how they got in, it's a rooftop air conditioning vent" he explains the route of the vault that the robbers had took

"It leads down inside into the wall of the vault, which is here. Okay?" He circles the section where the vent is.

"One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft, now that space is so small it took him about 12 hour to drill into that wall, which is stone by the way." He continues, glancing back and forth

"Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash up to the guys in the roof, through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom!" He hits the table, putting the cap on the marker

"Can we fit in there?" Scott questions, leaning over the table and observing the sheet

"Yes, we can, but very, very barely." Stiles continues to hit the paper lightly as he talks "and they also patched the wall, obviously,so we're gonna need a drill of some kind"

Kaitlin watches the three men from a counter near by, her legs crisscrossed under her

"I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit.." Stiles starts to ramble again but is cut off by Derek

"Look, forget the drill." He states, Stiles freezes in his place, moving his fist slightly up and down "sorry?"

"If I go in first, how much space do I have?" He looks down at the prints, his mind set in stone

Stiles questionably eyes him, glancing at Scott and then back. "What do you think you're gonna do Derek?"

"Are you gonna punch through the wall?" They straighten up, Derek crossing his arms

"Yes, stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall." Derek smugly smiles at the teenager

"Okay, big guy let's see it. Let's see that fist." Stiles challenges the taller man, Kaitlin straightens up to watch the scene unfold

"Big old fist. Make it, come on." He pushes further, growing cocky

Derek clenches his hand into a fist, his arms still semi crossed.

"Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big, bad wolf. Yeah, look at that" Kaitlin snickers, earning a glance from Peter Hale who sat on the stairs

Stiles grabs Derek's wrist, putting his hand a few inches away from Derek's fist "Okay, see this?"

"That's maybe three inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid..." Stiles doesn't get to finish his sentence as Derek punches his hand, Sending him backwards in pain, he hits his hand against the metal table. Kaitlin winces.

Stiles whines like a dying cat, falling around the room, holding his newly injured hand "he could do it"

"I'll get through the wall" Derek ignores Stiles as he quietly whimpers

"Who's following me down?" He rests his hands back down in the metal table, looking at Peter

"Don't look at me." Derek's uncle states "I'm not up to fighting speed yet. And honestly with Isaac out of commission, your not looking at very good odds for yourself"

"So I'm supposed to just let them die?" Derek questions his uncle

"Well one of them is already dead" Peter states, a sarcastic grin on his face

"We don't know that" Derek insists, Kaitlin rolls her eyes, sighing and jumping off the table

"Give it up Derek" she starts, all eyes turn to her "you do know what we're up against, right?"

"A pack of freaking alphas. All of them killers, ruthless killers at that. We don't even know all of them" the redhead crosses her arms, standing beside the table

"And if that doesn't scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them form together to make one giant alpha" she finishes, Derek looks to her curiously.

"She's right you know" Peter speaks up "I'm sure Erica and Boyd were great kids, they're gonna be missed" he finishes, stiles glares

"Can someone kill him again please?"

Peter looks back at Stiles, a stern look on his face. "Derek, seriously"

"Not worth the risk" he finishes, referring to the plan to rescue Boyd and the person in the vault

"What about you?" He looks to Scott, Stiles shrugs

"Yeah, if you want me to come..."

"Not you" Derek sternly denies, looking back to Scott

"Scott?" Stiles turns to look at his friend, pointing his thumb in the werewolf's direction.

"I don't know about Erica,but if Boyd's still alive, we have to do something" Scott states, Derek clenches his jaw but nods. Scott looks at Peter, he rolls his eyes and sighs.

"We have to try" Scott pauses, Derek raises his eyebrows "but?"

"Who's the other girl" he turns to look at Stiles and Derek "the one locked in there with Boyd?"

You should know, I am slow with updates. IM SORRY. but anyway have this crappy update :( I promise it gets better and Kaitlin is my favorite oc I’ve ever made so get ready to get to know her more.

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #dylan obrien #scott mccall #stiles stilinski x reader #isaac lahey #stiles x reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #dylan o'brian gifs #alison argent #stiles imagine

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