#this is eventually gonna get vocals from a friend

[rascalentertainments]

Wish Granted AU: Sakina and Tomás 👗🖋

Now this is one bio I've been wanting to get to for a long time, Asha's parents! Sabino's will come of course, but for now I finally can talk about these two. And more about Tomás is revealed in the story itself when Asha reads his journal. There will even be a bonus story showing what actually happened to Tomás leading to his death. Since there usually isn't a whole lot on either of them in certain rewrites (for various reasons) Its a good opportunity to give it a try and write info about them in my AU.

So lets start with Tomás. His design is this particular concept art above. And I'm just gonna come out say it, he's kind of handsome. The fact we don't even see his face in the actual movie is atrocious... I'll of course draw him in my style later, but at least he can be featured in some WG art now.

• Tomás was born in Spain, but both of his parents were Jewish.(keeping inline with canon this time. I only found this out from reading the book) They immigrated to Rosas when he was a child.

• He became a philosopher at 25 and has read the works Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle. They inspired him to reevaluate life and the existence of the universe. He's more of a softspoken man, and his personality is based on Pacha from Emperor's New Groove.

• He met Sakina in Rosas after she made an off hand about looking at the stars all time seemed to be a waste of time. The two eventually fell in love.

• Sabino didn't quite understand what is son was seeing in the stars, but as he grew older, he at least appreciated and listen to him explain his theories.

• Since most philosophers attempt to explain human existence and theorize their behavior, Tomás wanted to try something different. So he began to look at the stars for guidance. Even though they were only described as hot balls of gas, he thought they could be more.

• Given that people use the stars to navigate the world, connect them to create constellations and even foretell a person's future, he started to ponder if there was a connection to stars and humans.

• He theorized that since the stars were as numerous as the people on Earth and varied in size, shape, color and glow, they had to be created to be as unique as humans. Therefore, they had the power to change the things around them, just as humans do. He's even credited the stars for giving him the strength and inspiration for his studies.

• Tomás later began some tests to ask something from the stars to see if he would get something in return. While he had no vocal answer, he could see certain things come fruition. Like the birth of his daughter, Asha.

• He gifted her an empty journal and a hand made pencil as his final gift to her, when he was closer to his passing. He wanted her to keep going for her passion to draw.

• He was the closest thing to a friend Magnifico had, as he shared a sort of fascination with the stars.

• He kept a journal of every new discovery he made about the stars and the result of asking upon one. Since Magnifico came up with the idea of wishes becoming physical, Tomás wondered if there wasn't a physical requirement to get them granted. He also felt a but stronger and optimistic in their presence.

•The man shared this information with Magnifico and Amaya in hopes of helping make the kingdom more prosperous and help the citizens as well.

• Tomás hear rumors of a Hamlet from a certain citizen, and that some people don't trust the royals and secretly created a haven to hide their wishes from them. This is when he started to get suspicious of the king and queen and attempted to get his wish back. Unfortunately, he wasn't more cautious of Sabor lurking around...

•Tomás died in his late 30's by an unknown illness. It wasn't natural causes.

And now for Sakina! (her WG design will come later, so take this concept art for now) It didn't sit well with me that Asha's family was barely in the film and had no impact in the story. Sabino was already robbed of his song, but her mother was barely memorable. Considering they were both used as hostages by Magnifico originally, clearly they had more of a role before. So for Wish Granted, I wanted to at least flesh her out as well as Tomás.

• Sakina was born in Rosas, but both her parents were African. (Once again, keeping in line with canon)

• Her wish is to become the best seamstress and create clothing so beautiful that even royalty would want to wear it. This is actually canon as well according to the art book, but her wish wasn't technically seen in the film. It actually went to some other background character.

• When Tomás fell ill, she went go to the king and queen for their help. Sakina hoped they could use their magic to heal him. Magnifico told her he'd find a cure for him through one of Amaya's spells. She didn't find out until later that they never made a cure.

• She did have plans for having the Rosas citizens have better attire (they're outfits looked a bit bland, and almost like they weren't meant to stand out at all) So she asked Asha to design an example outfit that would bring a bit more culture and style. (the pic below shows what she originally wanted to dress herself in)

• Sakina did become a bit bitter and resentful after her family and life was affected by the royals. Sabino convinced her not to lose herself for the sake of Asha.

• While she and Sabino sometimes argue, it's usually over something small, or not wanting the old man to get into trouble with the other residents. That or he might hurt himself exploring the forest. (Asha seems to enjoy going with him, though)

• Since her original wish was taken, Sakina settled on making clothes for the people of the Hamlet. She also made blankets, sweaters, quilts and much more with the help of three older women. Although the two of them can never agree on some of the clothes being blue or pink.

• Sakina also created Valentino's little sweater!

• She taught Asha and a few other residents how to sow as well. This is the closest she's gotten to her wish, so there's some comfort in that. Now the animals want to help make some outfits after they were given the ability to talk. She doesn't know how to feel about that...😅

• While she's not arrogant, she does have some sass to her, which is where Asha got it from. 😂 Her personality is based off of Chicha from Emperor's New Groove.

• She doesn't pressure Asha to date, but much like Sabino she does want to her find someone special like how she had Tomás. Both Sakina and Sabino hoped that she was interested in Flazino, but nothing happened. She does see him as family though.

• One fact has to be hidden until the end of the story. The only hint I can give is that she's always wanted a son.

And that wraps another bio up! I haven't really seen many of these for her parents in other rewrites, so I wanted to flesh them out some more here! I know Tomás is gone here, but his death is really important here for later chapters. As well as another bonus story showing what caused his death. I just wanted to make sure that they feel like characters and not just extras.

I'll make some more new/updated bios later, but for now, I hope you liked this! Now I'm going to start working on the next chapter and continue making the teaser poster!

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[nyancrimew]

that recent matrix rewatch did some shit to my brain and now im goated at music

[sluttylittlewaistenthusiast]

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

╰┈➤ a/n: 2022 me would skin me alive if she ever found out im being vocal abt liking eddie munson

ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list

@lokis-army-77

⭒ Cozy

Waking up the day after Eddie has fucked your brains out you have a little more fun.

⭒ Private Viewing

What happens when your favorite camboy is in your class? You should stop watching his content... or should you? What happens when you are eventually paired together for a project? Everything will be just fine, won't it?

@eddiemunsons-missingnipple

⭒ Next Caller

Eddie hosts a late night radio show for his college campus, where he discusses various different topics. He's mostly known for his DnD and sex talk segments. You've been a long-time listener who works up the courage to finally call in for some help.

⭒ You Look Lonely

Eddie finally had it all, success, money, and fame. There was still one tiny problem he had.

@ceriseheaven

⭒ Cockwarming with older!Eddie (blurb)

@natti-ice

⭒ “Let me taste you” (blurb)

⭒ "B-baby please, I'm gonna-" (blurb)

@msgexymunson

⭒ Shotgun

You're on a camping trip with your two friends, and the scariest guy from school: Eddie Munson. A few beers and some weed change the way you look at him however. Maybe he's not so scary after all. Cocky, oh yes, but not scary. Especially the way your legs start to squeeze together at the sight of him. But, does he like you, or is this some cruel game to play on the innocent band geek? 

⭒ Benefits

Your best friend Eddie starts to look very appealing to you, but if you suggest a dynamic change, will he go for it?

⭒ Soft Touches

you and your dealer Eddie get a little closer than anticipated.

⭒ The Ink Shop

Desperate for a job, you answer an advertisement not knowing it's a tattoo shop. It's not particularly difficult work, except for one thing: having to deal with Eddie Munson.  

@eddiethefreakkmunson

⭒ Not So Accidental Invitations

Tired of ignoring your ever growing attraction to your roommate Eddie you "accidentally" send him a partial nude, his reaction is everything you had hoped it would be and more...

@bimbobaggins69

⭒ Love in the Locker Room

you go into the boys locker room with a plan to steal the polaroids your now ex boyfriend took of you to show off to his friends, but the last thing you suspected was to be met with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson and his very big friend.

@luveline

⭒ Topaz, Lime, Ruby Red

Eddie has a staring problem that you barely notice, though you share an aching, awful crush. One of you has to bend first, and it’s not who you’d expect.

⭒ Is It Getting Too Much?

you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he can’t cope (even if he claims he can).

⭒ If It Barks

You don’t mean to make an enemy of Eddie Munson — he’s handsome and talented, but he’s the biggest jerk you’ve ever met. Eddie thinks you’re infuriatingly pretty, emphasis on the infuriating.

part one | part two | part three | part four |

⭒ Was That So Hard?

Your best friend Eddie tries to explain what a hickey feels like and finds he doesn't have the words. He could show you, though, if you want?

⭒ Dark Matter

You ask your best friend Eddie to give you your first kiss. Eddie's not really in the habit of saying no to you.

⭒ Something Extra

You're having trouble sleeping and pot seems like the only solution. Good thing your dealer, Eddie Munson, knows of another method that he's willing to to teach you. You get more than you bargained for when he tells you what he gets off to every night - you.

@usedtobecooler

⭒ Desperate!Eddie (blurb)

⭒ eddie "monstercock" munson

eddie ‘monstercock’ munson, who is painfully unaware of the sheer size of his dick.

@munson-blurbs

⭒ Dark and Stormy

A missing key and a terrible storm leaves you and Eddie stranded in the back of his van. What ever shall you do to pass the time?

@eiightysixbaby

⭒ Take A Dip?

eddie wants to get you in the water with him while you're alone at the community pool. he ends up getting a lot more than he bargained for.

@galaxy-siren

⭒ Biggest Fan

@lonelysatellites

⭒ Safe Hands

Sex has never been a pleasant experience for you. Selfish partners, anxiety, and pain have all ruined something that you should enjoy. You’re convinced there’s something wrong with you, but Eddie is determined to prove otherwise.

@eddiernunson

⭒ I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

You and Eddie have both had crap luck on dates lately, nothing that can't be fixed with a strawberry milkshake. However, he gets asked out on a date and it goes well...until it turns your life on its head and he forgets how to pick up the phone. You don't even care that he's dating someone else you just want your best friend back.

⭒ The Splash of Rain on the Roof

you're best friends with Eddie Munson after moving to Hawkins, the new girl who ditches the cheerleaders for the Freaks. A year later, you've fallen head over heels for him, and you're convinced there's no way he has any interest in you. It finally seems confirmed when you find out (more or less) that he's into a fucking cheerleader. Your heart breaks.

@bbyhellfire

⭒ missionary with eddie (drabble)

eddie didn't care for missionary until he meets you

@oneforthemunny

⭒ Soft!Eddie (blurb)

@kiwi-bitchez

⭒ The Girlfriend Experience

Eddie doesn’t think he’s cut out for dating. Self-resigned to a life of one and done hookups, you’re determined to make him see that he has the capacity to be a worthy companion… for when the right girl comes around.

@/gaybybirth on ao3

⭒ Double Feature

When you're forced to go to a double feature showing of the Halloween movies with your brother and his friends, you find yourself, like usual, interacting with Eddie Munson. But it doesn't take long for the platonic line to be blurred and things to heat up.

⭒ Show Me

You ask Eddie to show you what you've been missing out on after he discovers your boyfriend never went down on you.

@eds6ngel

⭒ Romantic!Eddie blurb

@gxtitobxby

⭒ The Princess and the Freak | Part 2

“I can’t help but dream of his head between my thighs, how his hair would feel against my—”

@/mediocredreams on ao3

⭒ Extra Credit

Your professor offers you a very personal in-home tutoring session.

@/ghostproofbaby on ao3

⭒ Twenty Four Hours

in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?

(Y'ALL MUST READ IT ISTG ITS SO GOOD)

@/decembersfinest on ao3

⭒ Living After Midnight

Being a perpetual people-pleaser meant that you were constantly putting others before yourself--particularly your parents and the eccentric guests who stayed at their motel. But when a surly and mysterious musician checked in indefinitely, he flipped your whole world on its head.

@littlexdeaths

⭒ Band Practice

when band practice doesn’t go as planned…

@eddiexmunsonlover

⭒ One Step Away From You

You move back to Hawkins after 3 years away to finish out your senior year. Can you salvage the friendship you once had with your ex best friend, Eddie? Will you be able to push down your deeper feelings for him, or will it all come bubbling out in disaster?

@/nerdsarehot on ao3

⭒ A Kiss to Remember

⭒ Flustered

@/GreyPetticoats on ao3

⭒ Wing Man

Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wingman for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.

@eddiesghxst

⭒ Riding Eddie drabble

@eddiemunchem

⭒ that puppy dog typa love

eddie is fiercely loyal, doting, and affectionate — when he’s enamored, you’re everything; his whole world. so just don’t mind the fact that he clings to you like a sloth to a tree, yeah?

[chewnotchoke]

boynextdoor when they miss you but you're mad at them

why do i always think of such drabbles when i'm about to sleep? anyway,,,enjoy!

sungho

𓍯 he would give you space but he makes sure he checks on you if you haven't skipped your meals.

𓍯 you don't reply at all when he asks if you've eaten lunch, so the moment you answer with "i did" during dinnertime was the sign that he could talk to you again

𓍯 when he misses you, he's vocal about it but he limits it so you wouldn't feel overwhelmed

riwoo

𓍯 he waits for you to text him back but he doesn't try to start a conversation. perhaps, he's waiting for you when you're ready

𓍯 he would go out to distract himself because he doesn't want to get fed up by anxiety so he puts his phone on do not disturb. but he couldn't help but constantly check his notifications, waiting for your name to appear

𓍯 would type "i miss you" but hesitates to send them and would eventually erase what he typed

jaehyun

𓍯 he has anxious attachment so it really bothers him when you don't reply for several hours. he would send "i'm sorry...i miss you. can we talk this out please?"

𓍯 also sends "babe :(" messages. he understands it when you need space but he's really anxious about it. and he hates arguments, but he knows it's his fault this time so he's trying to make it through

taesan

𓍯 "i understand you're mad and i can give you space. but in case you need me, just text or call me up and i'll be here, okay? i miss you."

𓍯 would text his friends to go out to cope because he thinks he's gonna go insane if he doesn't step out of the house while waiting for you to reply

𓍯 at the end of the day when you're still not replying, he'd come over to your apartment with food in hand and a stem of flower. "i can't take it anymore. i miss you."

leehan

𓍯 has the most emotional intellegence out of all them, when you need space, he gives you space. but before that, you have to talk it out with him because he wants to understand your feelings well

𓍯 after that talk, he'd roll on his bed because he misses you so much but he has to wait before he talks to you again.

𓍯 takes the reason why you're upset to his heart and he would murmur "leehan stupid" everytime he remembers

woonhak

𓍯 seeks advices from his friends on what to do so he can better understand you

𓍯 same as leehan but instead of mumbling words, he groans from frustration to himself out of nowhere "agh! woonhak what's wrong with you?!" he talks in third-person.

𓍯 he calls you right away when you feel a little better and he does the rest of cheering you up on call ^__^

[love-belle]

you're the best in my life and i lost you !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they truly are the best in each other's lives but they lost them.

or

for when you finally get to know that maybe it is unrequited. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader

prequel - i'd never walk cornelia street sign ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language

author's note - finally here!!!!! i REALLLLLLY hope u like it !!! i have so much planned for this week and i hope i can show u all of it soon !!! thank u so much for reading i love you <3

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[naeviskz]

“ WHY’D YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU’RE HIGH ? ” ๑‧˚₊ ─── HHJ

synopsis ; you only call hyunjin when it’s late at night and you’re under the influence. he hates that you’ll never be his real girlfriend but it’s better to still have you this way than not at all.

genre 숌 FWB!hyunjin x fem!reader | college AU

words - 2.8k+ tags/warnings 숌 (some) fluff, angst, pwp (barely any plot tbh lmao), smut, one-sided love :(, jealous feelings, small mention of depression, mentions of smoking (weed), 34+35, squirting, protected sex **most of this is told in hj’s perspective !

now playing 🎧 : why’d you only call me when you’re high by arctic monkeys

Hyunjin has always been the type that likes to play with fire, he's a natural risk taker and 99% of the time it ends up serving in his favor— until he got himself acquainted with you. Had he known what would be the outcome of this he would've never gone over to your dorm on that one particular night. Things were good in the beginning, really good actually, he's never met someone so spontaneous in the bedroom like you. It was like spinning the mystery wheel of fortune to see what he'll get next. You were never boring, would get super vocal, and made him finish at least three times. It's like you were a godsend to cure his loneliness and desperate cravings for intimacy.

But like most good things, they always come to an eventual, sad end. This entanglement you two are in is starting to become too much for him, it’s been affecting his self esteem and making his mental health rapidly decline. From the outside looking in, he seems perfectly fine, nothing out of the ordinary; but his depression worsens day by day. He feels rather pathetic for staying friends with benefits if it’s only hurting him rather than helping, but it’s impossible to say no to you. Hyunjin knew exactly what kind of arrangement this was from the start but still chose to get involved anyway. He really did think he could handle it, no feelings, no strings attached - seems so easy right?

Maybe for you, but for him the realizations now begun to hit all at once. None of this is what he actually wants, he most definitely wants you of course, but not just solely to get in your panties. He’s never really been the type who just sleeps around, if anything his standards are so ridiculously high it was hard for him to get laid in the first place. That all changed once he got to know you, sharing a class together and getting paired in the same group for a project was all coincidental. He was so nervous around you he couldn’t even ask for your social media, let alone your number. It wasn’t until someone else in the group finally asked everyone to exchange numbers so each person will know their designated tasks. Not even days later you asked him over to your dorm to come “work on the project”, which was a blatant cover up because neither of you got any schoolwork done that night.

He regrets everything that lead up to this point, feeling foolish for not listening to his friends. He was warned on numerous occasions about you by them, was told to tread very carefully with someone as mercurial as you, but he’s in too deep now… literally and metaphorically. He’s already lost count on how many rounds it’s been so far, going at it like bunnies for the past three and a half hours. Hyunjin’s surprised he even has the stamina left for all this, droplets of sweat secrete from his forehead in utter concentration. He’s got your leg propped up high above his shoulder, sliding his cock in at just the right angle. The headboard keeps hitting against the wall as his strokes get sloppier, watching hisself disappear in and out of you while slamming right into your g-spot.

“Fuck Hyunjin… gonna cum!” You cry out from a wave of pleasure, body twitching as more whimpers escape your trembling lips.

Just when he thought he couldn’t get enough of you, your walls tighten around him, making his mind even hazier from the way you squeeze his cock. It’s such a perfect fit inside, literally feels like your pussy was made for him. You were made for him, and one day he’ll show you just how much you truly mean to him. But for now he needs to focus on making the both of you finish, his pace becoming more relentless. Your high state of mind made your body hypersensitive, limbs heavily shaking as water gushes from between your thighs and onto your legs. Exhaling a breathy moan, you couldn’t believe you just squirted all over Hyunjin’s thick cock.

“That’s so fucking hot..” he praised, filling the room with loud animalistic groans.

Eyes roll to the back of your head in ecstasy from your 82531365245th orgasm of tonight, you’re going to be so sore tomorrow. Hyunjin came shortly after you did, spilling every last drop of his seed into the condom. One day he hopes to get the chance to fuck you raw, see what it really feels like to be inside such a perfect pussy. If that moment ever did come, he’d be sure of it to make you officially his girl. His chest heaves from all that energy he’s just burned, looking at you underneath him with pure infatuation. Even when you’re a sticky, sweaty fucked out mess he still manages to find you to be the most heavenly angel that’s ever graced this earth.

Your bodies compressed together under the linen sheets of his full size bed, a much better upgrade than your sad twin XL one. Hyunjin runs his fingers down the apex of your thighs, gently kneading them while nibbling on the sweet spot of your neck. It’s been hours since you smoked but somehow you still feel so high— it could be because you literally just squirted though. You didn’t think your body was capable of doing that anymore, you’ve only squirted once before while using your vibrator but you never thought someone else could make you do that. If you believed in love and monogamy you’d be wifing him up ASAP.

Hyunjin wanted to stay like this for as long as he could, he never gets the opportunity to cuddle with you after sex, doesn’t get to cherish you in his arms and give you forehead kisses as you slowly fall asleep. You’re usually gone by the time he’s able to even try and do those things, but you haven’t moved a muscle yet. He’s wondering what you’re thinking in that pretty little head of yours, just wants to know if you even slightly feel the same way as he does. You shift under him, grabbing your phone on the nightstand adjacent to the bed, checking what time it is and any messages you missed.

“Care to stay a bit longer..?” Hyunjin timidly asks, hoping that by some miracle you’d give in and say yes.

“I can’t,” you rush to get up from his hold to go find your clothes scattered on the floor, “have to wake up early for lab tomorrow.”

He knows that it’s not his place to get genuinely upset over you leaving. He needs to accept that the only time you call him is when you’re high out of your mind and just want some dick. He’s not the only guy you’re seeing and it makes him furious that other men get to touch you like he does. The same way his hands roam all over your body and you just breathlessly whine how much you need him. Or when you’re riding his cock until his patience runs thin and he starts roughly thrusting himself back into you, tightly gripping the sides of your waist. It’s a shame you never let him take you out or even kiss you on the lips without acting weird about it. This dynamic you two have going on was supposed to be ideal, but Hyunjin just regrets it as it continues. He can’t keep living like this, it’s mental torture. Either you’re going to start seeing each other exclusively or he’ll have to kiss this arrangement goodbye for good.

“I don’t know … I just feel.. used…” Hyunjin finally expresses how he’s been feeling this whole time about you to his friends. Melting into the couch as he becomes one with it, the fogged up atmosphere of the room makes his brain go fuzzy.

“Then why don’t you break off all contact? Or just tell her you don’t wanna keep seeing her anymore if all she wants is sex.” Jeongin openly suggests, passing the joint over to Han who’s next in the rotation.

Han eagerly grabs it, pressing the rolled paper between his lips, taking an extra long inhale, “Yeah just be honest and upfront with her about it. Some girls are like that, only using guys for dick and money.” He comments after blowing out a thick cloud of smoke.

“But I want to keep seeing her,” Hyunjin shakes his head, further explaining, “just not in that way…”

“Good luck with that Mr. loverboy,” Changbin teases him for being so naive. “Everyone knows ___ is a freak, Minho and Chan already hit last semester, the things I heard she can do with her mouth is crazyy-”

“Don’t ever fucking talk about her like that again, you sound gross and disrespectful.” Hyunjin snaps at him to quickly defend you, he had to stop himself before he actually punches Changbin in the face.

He doesn’t want to know how many others are in the picture, nor does he care about the other guys you’ve slept with. In his delusional mind, you two only see each other and he’d like to keep it that way.

“Bro you’re beating a dead horse even trying to pursue this, she’s going to laugh in your face if you confess your feelings. She doesn’t believe in love, she told me ‘cause I asked her out on a date once before.” Changbin proceeds to admit, only adding more fuel to the fire as he keeps talking.

Hyunjin was even more pissed off now, he’s definitely going to bash his friend’s head into a wall right now. He has a feeling Jeongin and Han would immediately try and hold him back though.

“The only thing he’ll be beating is his meat once she cuts him off for getting too attached.” Han chimes in again, finding slight amusement in this whole situation.

Hyunjin is tired of feeling like his personal feelings are invalid , as if there’s something inherently wrong with falling for someone he’s been sexually intimate with for months now. He really wishes you’d stop playing games with him but fact of the matter is you’ll never be his girlfriend and it’s irrational for him to think this way.

“I can fix her,” Hyunjin confidently refutes his friend’s claims, “just wait and see.”

It’s 3 am on a Friday night, your heads reeling with countless thoughts and desperate to find an outlet to release all your frustrations. Calling Hyunjin to see what he’s up to, he answers almost immediately, trying to sound all nonchalant like he wasn’t waiting for you to call him for a late night hook up. He was quick to invite you over when you expressed how bored you were, getting there in less than 10 minutes and still managing to look super cute in your sweatpants and oversized hello kitty t-shirt. You reeked of marijuana as you walked in. Nothing new. Hyunjin doesn’t smoke but he notices the red tint in your eyes, how your movements are slowed and you’re acting all giggly with him.

God you’re so fucking cute it hurts.

He hugs you from behind as you make your way into his kitchen, the munchies are hitting you real hard and all you want is a nice PB&J sandwich. Unfortunately Hyunjin doesn’t have anymore jelly, only peanut butter.. you were mortified at the monstrosity of his pantry to begin with— there was barely anything in there.

“You seriously need to go grocery shopping soon, there’s nothing in here. I’m starvinggg.” You whine, about to have a mini meltdown if you don’t get any food in your system within the next 15 minutes.

“Why? It’s just me who lives here and I don’t really eat much, plus I mostly go to the dining halls anyway,” he says, “if you’re hungry I have some stuff up here.” Pointing to a different cabinet that was higher above, inside was filled with all your favorite kinds of snacks and candy , your eyes lit up at all the different varieties.

You seriously couldn’t thank him enough, turning around in his direction to look at his dreamy face. You had the strongest urge to kiss him right there in that moment but you refrained from doing so. Something piques your curiosity when you thought about kissing him on the lips, examining how perfectly plump they are and how badly you want them between your legs right now. Clenching around absolutely nothing, you’re neglecting all earlier thoughts of eating and now focus on the man behold you. Everything happened so fast, suddenly you were both heavily making out, his hands rest on your thighs as you sat on top of the kitchen counter. Fingers tangled up in his silky black locks, you get lost in the taste of him, sensing a mint flavored undertone with a hint of vanilla. Not even five minutes later you were on your knees deepthroating his cock as if you’re going to swallow him whole. He’d rut his hips slightly into you, fucking that pretty mouth of yours is his favorite. You know how to use it exceptionally well.

“Good girl..” he praises you to keep going, grabbing a fistful of your hair in the process, “just like that baby..”

Then he remembers what Changbin said from earlier about how you slept with Minho and Chan. It won’t leave his mind and he’s doing anything to stop these thoughts from impeding his orgasm, but he gets so fucking jealous he needs to do something else. That being to eat you out until you come undone so hard on his tongue it knocks the wind out of you. He wants to be the first, last, and only man that’ll ever make you feel this way, he’ll do whatever it takes to prove he’s worthy of your love and why he’s more than qualified to date you. No one is ever going to treat you better than he will, he’ll make sure to shower you with all his affection, be deeply devoted and provide only the best of the best for his perfect princess.

Hyunjin’s transferred you both onto the couch at one point , lying underneath you while you’re still sucking his cock after he’s already came on your face once before. You’re practically writhing and shaking from the way he’s devouring you, spreading your lips with his index and middle finger to lick slow, languid stripes on your clit. You still had a mouth full of his cock, your muffled moans vibrate around his girth making him twitch even more inside you. Unable to think or even concentrate on what you were doing, you couldn’t stop loudly whimpering, too busy focusing on grinding on his face, eventually giving up altogether. He didn’t seem to mind though, his only goal of tonight was getting you to cum an endless amount of times.

“Hyun- fuck! Oh my god..” you cry out in desperation, on the brink of having a mind blowing orgasm.

He takes that as a sign to go faster, dipping his tongue inside your dripping heat like it’s his last meal on earth. Your back arches in response, sounding like a broken record as you moan his name over and over. Something snaps within, literally bursting at the seams as you squirt again on Hyunjin’s face. A small tear rolls down the side of your cheek, not from any pain but the overwhelming sensation of it all left you physically numb. You can’t see it but Hyunjin was smiling so hard at the fact he was able to make you do this twice. He plants a kiss to your puffy pussy, gloating in his own little victory as he licks the remaining essence from the inside of your thighs. Sometimes you wonder why you smoke if you can just get the same effect after letting Hyunjin eat you out. Always feels like you’re floating, completely weightless in his hold.

You broke the ‘no kissing’ rule you again to continue sloppily making out with him some more, loving the way you taste on his tongue. He can’t get enough of you and neither can you get of enough of his amazing cunnilingus skills. The afterglow of your climax was like reaching the highest state of nirvana. Feeling at one and at peace with everything around you.

After being snuggled up while lying on Hyunjin’s chest, you get a bit sleepy but you don’t want to burden him by staying the night.

“I have to go now,” you abruptly say after a long moment of silence, “see you later.”

“Wait- stay” his palm presses against your shoulder before you can fully get up, “please don’t leave this time, please.”

He hates how that sounded so pitiful, but he’s lost all pride at this point. If he can’t have you as his girlfriend then he’ll just pretend you are. It’s better to keep it this way than to ever admit his feelings and be subject to possible rejection down the line.

You reluctantly sink back into the mattress, “O-okay..” feeling more vulnerable than ever been before.

Oddly enough it feels more intimate to cuddle and sleep next to him rather than having a full on fuck marathon. He held you in his embrace the whole night after that, feeling more accomplished than ever in getting you to spend the night. Hyunjin hopes that this wont be the last time this happens, he wishes this was the outcome of every night you sleep together. One day he will muster up the courage in finally confessing how he truly feels but for now— he’ll take whatever tiny crumb of affection from you he can get.

- 完 ︎♡︎

[l0relaii]

hiiii im loving ur work so far <33 could i req josh with a rly quiet/ timid partner ? sfw/nsfw doesnt matter tyyy!!

aww hii thank you so much sweetie!! <3 i just posted smth abt josh with a partner that is not very vocal in bed if you want to check that out too i think it fits this concept

you're so different from each other. he's so confident and loud and you're so shy and quiet

maybe that's what drew him to you in the first place. you balance each other out perfectly

from the moment you met josh noticed how quiet you were, how you never really speak, and when you did speak he barely heard you

initially he thinks that you don't like him and he tries to keep the inappropriate jokes to himself when you're around

but after he asks one of your mutual friends he finds out that you're like that with the majority of people.. if only he could get you to open up to him somehow..

josh thinks you're so cute and you intrigue him so much. he'd love to get you to be more talkative with him.

he wonders how your voice would sound early in the morning when he wakes you up with soft kisses on your neck, or late at night when he's buried inside you

he eventually gets you to accept going on a date with him and you're so flustered. he loves it. he loves being able to make you blush and smile with every compliment

"you're so pretty today sweetheart, d'you know that?"

did i mention the teasing?? ohhh the teasing is so bad

"what's the matter babe, the cat got your tongue or something?"

"oh what's that? did you say something?? well i guess you're gonna have to speak up cuz i can't hear you "

he loves when it's just the two of you and your timid personality kinda fades away. you become more chatty and he's in awe watching you

"what's wrong, do i have something on my face??"

"oh no, i just love seeing you so bold around me.."

he just sits with his chin in his hand staring at you while you babble away about a subject you're passionate about

he'd research any and every interest of yours just to get more chances to talk to you arghhh josh is so attentive and cute when he's in love 🫠

when you two have sex he's so soft and gentle with you. he kisses every part of your body and tries to get any sound that he can get out of you

if you cover your face in embarrassment he grabs your hand immediately and intertwines his fingers with yours

"don't hide from me sweet thing.. let me see your face.."

[schlattslonghairytoes]

omg wait i just sent in the baby it’s cold outside request and im now realizing that YOU PLANTEF THE SEED IN MY BRAIN WITH YOUR HCS WHEN I CATCH YOU!!

but if you don’t mind could you please go more into depth with that idea pls pls pls

the christmas spirit

you were sat on your sofa watching you boyfriends newest podcast episode, you were sorting through your own footage when you hear him talk about making a christmas album

now you knew he could sing, but an album worried you, he was no sinatra. so you decided to call him up and see what he was thinking

you clicked on his contact and began calling "jayjay😏" after 5 rings you really considered giving up, but you finally saw the word connecting

you again considered hanging up when he answered the phone looking like this.

"what." he groaned it a low pitched voice, you giggled before realizing what time it was by him

"jay why were you sleeping at five P.M" you squinted your eyes at him

"im tired." he deadpanned. you sighed before laughing again at his mad face, before you could speak he began to stretch and the angle where he dropped his phone gave you a full view of his beautiful body.

"do you know hot you are?" you ask admiring your boyfriend.

"ill hang up on you, slut." he never did like compliments.

"brat, anyways." you rolled your eyes "i just finished watching chuckle, you looked very cute, but what was this about a christmas album?"

his face lit up "i forgot to tell you! okay so remember my way, well i know you remember it but you get it, i wanted a new project to focus on so im going to make a christmas album!"

schlatt found it very hard to focus on one thing for a prolonged period of time, but he always loved singing so you believed this would be good for him.

"babe and how are you gonna do that?" you questioned, he began to pout as he walked to his bathroom and set down his phone on the counter

"what you dont beweve in me?" he asked in a weird baby voice, while alos having a mouth full of toothpaste

"gross. no of course i do, but i mean your gonna need a producer, a person to re-write the music so you can own it, a vocal coach, how much is this gonna cost you?" you voiced your concerns

"not as much as ill make from it" he laughed

"ugh i hate you" a sigh escaped you but he persisted

"and one more thing.. i want you to be in it."

-if there is one thing you knew about yourself, it was that you were not about to be one of those youtubers who started making shitty music

-so when i tell you it took a long time to get schlatt to convince you to be on the album, it took months

-but when you eventually came around schlatt was ecstatic

-and honestly you were kinda excited too, you would get to see your boyfriend after not seeing him for over a month

-and with this album drop, you both agreed it would basically be your own version of a hard launch

-you wanted to pick songs that would compliment both of your voices, but also make it pretty clear you were more then just friends

-you chose santa baby and baby its cold outside, but schlatt added another, your favorite song, something stupid by frank and nancy sinatra

-you were so excited to see him that the thought of having to sing that well didnt even cross your mind

-but you boarded your flight to LA without second thought, excited to see your favorite boy when you landed

schlatt fucking hates Los Angeles, its hot, the people suck ass, theres always traffic, and right now, the fact that your not with him is driving him insane.

your flight should be landing any minute, and hes sitting in an airport trying to hide and make sure no one recognizes him.

the reason that becoming increasingly difficult is because fucking jack manifold, tom simons, and harry tornado (average harry), waltz off the plane, into the airport, in los angeles.

where everyone is always looking for someone to recognize.

schlatt is hiding twenty feet away from them, but hes already gotten noticed four times, the man cant catch a break.

he just wants to see his girlfriend, not interact with his fuckass fans

that fact that your relationship was private didnt help, he would one hundred percent makeout with you in the middle of the airport, but now that you have planned your hardlaunch he has to contain himself.

harry and jack were taking a picture with a fan, and tom was pissing as usual when schlatt finally saw you

he launched himself up and flailed his arms around like a clown to you, when you saw him you bolted across the floor and threw your bags at harry, who fell over from the force.

like flat on his ass.

you ran and jumped your man “i missed you so much baby” you laughed

“there is a group of teenage girls to your left that have their phones out, i love you so fucking much but save it for the bnb.” he smiled down at you

you giggled and looked over at the six girls, who were activley ignoring harry and tom who were awkwardly standing by them

"holy fucking shit im your biggest fan, please please please can i get a picture with you ive been watching you since i was fucking ten." one girl yelled

"kezia shut the hell up your gonna scare her away." another slapped her

"alanna you dont understand." she wailed

"you look alot like our art teacher" another added

"renn arent you a patron of her podcast?" holy fuck there were so many of them

they all began yelling over eachother and fan girling over you, "do you guys want a picture, or we can make a tiktok or something, up to you guys." you said politely

"can i be in it?" harry asked quietly

"um, sorry, who are you?" tom and jack started hysterically laughing and slapping harry

you guys ended up making a funny tiktok in the middle of LAX and they told you they were all friends because of an art class they have together.

after you all said our goodbyes you all loaded into ted's truck that schlatt was borrowing to haul you all around

you got in the passenger seat as schlatt went over the plan for the week

"okay, we have an airbnb for all of us, but two of you have to share a room, theres three in total. so jack tom and harry two of you will have to be sharing a bed, no homo in my airbnb do ya' hear me?"

they all burst out laughing and agree to schlatts terms

"okay, today once all of you are back at the bnb, im gonna head to the studio to record my solo songs, tommora' im recording with tom and jack, harry you can tag along or whatever, wednesday me and you are together"

he rested his hand on your thigh as he looked at you, his eyes full of stars, looking at you as if you had hung them

"then Thursday, me ludwig, quackity and theo are gonna be down there, the rest of the week is scheduled incase we need to re-record anything or just have fun, everyone undertand?"

he squeezed your thigh as he drove, eyes locked on you

"eyes on the road buddy" you pushed his head foward and sat back in your seat admiring you boyfriend as your friends wrestled in the back.

"harry cut it out, tom stop touching his bum or whatever you britsh fucks call it. youre being gay man, what did i say about that." schlatt jokes, he told you privately that he was bisexual so you knew his jokes were simply just jokes

you watched him as he yelled at the monkeys in the back seat and all you could think is how good of a dad hes going to be, you've spoke about kids before, and your both on the same page which is a huge relief.

you thought about what features your kids would get from him, and god you hoped it was his nose, you loved his nose.

"can ya' stop thinking so hard i swear i can hear your thought." he laughed as he stopped at a red light, looking over to you again

"i just love you so much." you laughed

"ew mom and dad are gonna fuck!" tom gagged

"get a room you perverts" harry lent over the middle console and made smooching noises, schlatt grabbed his face and pushed him back into his seat.

"this is gonna be a long fucking week, im gonna kill myself i swear." schlatt scoffed

"take me with you then" you sighed and slouched into your seat.

day one. (six days remaining)

you woke up with schlatts arms wrapped around your waist, good start.

you both woke up early so you could get breakfast for you and your kids, as you walked up the streets of LA all you could think about is how you want to spend the rest of your life with this man.

"penny for your thoughts?" he laughed, but was one of his calm laughs that was so genuine and unforced

"just love you, love us y'know? i wanna have a big house, a cat, maybe a dog, some little you's running around, i just cant wait to move in with you next month"

"if you say anything like that again ill fuck you right here. dont test me, im gonna have to walk around witha' boner now you whore"

your laugh escaped you and you had to bend over and stop walking as you look up at your now tomoato colored boyfriend.

"c'mon keep it moving." he gunted, a small smiled appearing on his stone cold face.

you ate breakfast together then made your way back to the bnb to deliver food to your "kiddos", soon after they all left for the studio so you decided to start a little project of your own, a suprise one

since schlatt was going to hard launch your realationship through something he loved, you decided you'd do the same

a little video about the love of your life

day two (five days remaining)

you and schlatt repeated the same routine in the morning, you went and got breakfast, went back the bnb, got changed and finally left for the studio

on your walk there schlatt warned you about the homeless person right infront of the studio

"no im so serious, he actually tried to stab me two days ago, and when i finaly got away from him he started yelling how he could take me, and not in a fight. let me tell you, he was not my type."

you both walked into the studio to be met by a italian man named David, but it was pronounced daviday.

he directed you both to a booth were you were instructed to drink tea and blow bubbles into a cup

"babe im starting to get nervous, if i fuck up, or have a voice crack, and you laugh at me. so help me god im breaking up with you" you told him

"lemme tell you what happened yesterday" he sat down and began drinking his tea. "i let harry sing one line on jingle bells and his voice went up and octave and cracked. it was so funny holy shit, i have to get that recording."

you both contiuned talking about the recording process so far, until david told you he was ready to begin, starting with baby its cold outside and you were gonna do a full run through no matter the mistakes.

the music counted in and you started off the song "i really cant stay" you sang. then your boyfriend came in with "but baby, its cold outside" and your eyes widened at how good he sounded

you went through the full thing and after the last line you laughed until you heard davids voice, "both of you, that was shit, do it again."

schlatt didnt even seem fazed by this. holy fuck you were in for a long day.

once david was semi happy with that song you moved onto something stupid, and that one went by much faster.

but the song you were dreading most was next, mostly cause you had to carry the whole song

schlatt started off the ong with the iconic bu-bum, bu-bum' when your voice came in "santa, baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me, been an awful good girl."

as you sang your eyes looked up at him an winked before you focused on singing again.

schlatt continued through the song, but the moment you were done, he scurred off to the bathroom while you did certain lines and verses over and over

when he came back, his face was significantly redder, but you just laughed and moved on, too focused on perfecting your song

you had been recording for over 12 hours now, both of you exhausted.

when you were finally done it was two am.

you called an uber and headed back to the bnb

as you fell asleep on schlatts chest, all you could think about was how you couldnt wait to upload the album, and finally live with the love of your life.

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Formality 1x11

Episode 12

“Call it again,” Scott orders his friends as he jumps up from the floor. The boy somehow managed to lose his phone within the last twenty four hours from when they were together. He’s checked under his bed about a thousand times, making Stiles and Fallon roll their eyes. If he didn’t find it the first time, he’s not gonna find it now. They tried to help him look for the first hour and a half, but eventually gave up.

Fallon presses the call button on her phone, a loud ringing echoing throughout the room. Unfortunately, that’s the only sound reverberating in the small space. Scott’s ringtone is not heard by any of them. There wasn’t even the loud vibrating noise it usually makes.

Fallon readjusts the white turtleneck she’s wearing, the fabric feeling slightly suffocating. The brunette is going to be stuck wearing this style of shirt for a while. At least until Derek’s handprint fades from her neck. He left bruises scattered across it, which would definitely raise a few eyebrows if anyone she loves saw it. She really didn’t want to answer any questions, or to see the pity in Scott and Stiles’ eyes when she told them. Fallon herself didn’t even want to talk about it. Reliving it just makes her want to punch Derek more. The fact he didn’t even try to apologize also infuriates her to no end.

“It’s not here, Scotty,” Fallon sighs, her voice sounding almost tight. Like Derek managed to dent her vocal chords or something.

“You know, so what, you lost your phone,” Stiles tries to say positively. “Why don’t you just get a new one?”

“I can’t afford a new one,” Scott groans frustratedly, still fervently searching his bedroom. “And I can’t do this alone. We have to find Derek.” He glances at Fallon with a hopeful look, “Have you been able to get ahold of him?” He asks, walking closer to the two.

Fallon shrugs, “I texted him.”

“That’s it?” Stiles scoffs. “You texted him? Seriously?” He narrows his eyes at her. “I thought you would’ve been over the moon that you were given the job of reaching out to him. And all you do is text him?”

“Yes, Stiles,” Fallon responds, annoyed. “All I did was text him. He’s probably not gonna answer me anyway. You’d have better luck getting Peter to call him if you want a response.” She looks back at Scott, “Plus, didn’t you say he walked into gunfire?” Scott nods. “Probably not in the position to be answering text messages then,” she says.

Scott shakes his head, “Argent's plan was to use him to get to the Alpha. They wouldn’t risk killing him.”

“All right, so then, just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to find Peter, problem solved.” Stiles says with a nonchalant shrug.

“Not if Peter’s going after Allison to find Derek!” Scott exclaims frustratedly. “I can’t protect her on my own which means we either find Derek first–” he stops, stammering as he tries not to picture what will happen if they don’t find Derek. “Just-just help me!” He shouts, going through the minimal miscellaneous items he has on his dresser. He tosses a toy basketball backwards, knocking Fallon in the head.

She glares at him, fighting the urge to chuck the ball back at his head. “You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting,” Fallon brings up passive aggressively. Most of it towards Derek. “Remember? When he was trying to kill you for trying to save Jackson from also being killed by him. Anyone else noticing his pattern of violent behavior? Or just me?”

“Since when do you say anything negative about Derek?” Stiles furrows his eyebrows.

Scott groans loudly, “He wasn’t actually going to kill anyone,” he defends. “And I’m not letting him die.”

Fallon believes that Derek is still buried in his mind, just under the control of Peter. She knows even despite his cold hard exterior, he wouldn’t actually let Peter hurt someone innocent if he could help it. She doesn’t necessarily want him to die either, but maybe a couple hours of torture would serve him right after crawling through her window just to assault her.

Stiles huffs exasperatedly, “Could you at least think about letting him die?” He requests with a pout. “For me?”

Fallon tosses the basketball up in the air and sighs, “No, Stiles… Unfortunately that isn’t considered ‘morally correct.’ We have to save him.”

“This whole hot and cold thing towards him is making me very confused,” Stiles tells her.

Scott continues to rummage through his things as his other two friends just sit in their own separate chairs, arms crossed. Scott wants to save Derek, Stiles doesn’t, and Fallon is somewhere in the morally gray area. Normally, she would side with Scott, but today apparently isn’t the day.

Suddenly Scott’s head cocks to the side, his face visibly falling. Stiles and Fallon notice this, figuring he must be hearing something from outside. “What’s wrong?” Fallon asks him tentatively.

“My mom just got home from work,” he tells them dejectedly.

“Is she okay?” Stiles asks worriedly, sitting up straighter. Scott shakes his head. “What’s she doing?”

The werewolf slowly moves away from his desk, looking down at the ground sadly. “Crying,” he mumbles.

There’s a moment of silence shared between the three of them. None of them like to hear when Melissa is upset. Fallon stands up, walking over to put her hand on Scott’s back. “It’s not your fault, Scott,” she whispers.

The boy moves away from her touch as he goes to sit down on his bed. His frantic mood from mere seconds ago has completely vanished. Stiles sighs, trying to find the right words to comfort his friend. “Scott, you can’t protect everyone.”

Scott barely looks up at the two of them, “I have to.” He insists.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Fallon walks into the school after her free period. She’s been spending most of her day with Allison, still paranoid about Derek’s warning/threat. She has lacrosse practice this afternoon with the boys and then afterwards she’s going shopping with Lydia and Allison. In her hand are two Starbucks cups, one of them containing Allison’s favorite beverage. She grunts when her phone buzzes and she pulls out the device.

It’s a message from Stiles, You’re gonna be in seventh period right?

Yeah. What’s up? She replies, setting the drinks down in her locker as sixth period hasn’t ended just yet.

I may or may not have forgotten to do the homework…

Fallon can’t help but smile even though she rolls her eyes. Gimme a sec. I’ll send them to you.

I literally love you more than life itself. Stiles texts overdramatically. Btw have you managed to get a hold of Derek? Scott’s asking.

I haven’t talked to Derek at all, no. Do you want me to try calling him again? She asks, hoping he tells her not to worry about it.

If you could, yeah.

She bites the inside of her cheek. Of course he wants her to. She fights off the urge to rip out her eyes and reluctantly plugs in Derek’s phone number. It rings as expected and goes directly to voicemail. Sometimes she thinks the number he gave her is fake. She’s skeptical that he even has a phone in the first place. His voicemail is also not set up, so after the female automated voice is done telling her to leave a message, she does just that.

“Hey, Derek. It’s me. Again. I know you’ve probably got your whole ‘brooding lone wolf’ thing going on right now, but maybe you could break that habit and actually pick up your phone for once. Just a thought.” She comments sarcastically, grabbing the homework for her next class that she can send to Stiles.

“Anyway, Scott, Stiles, and I have been trying to reach you because, surprise, Peter is getting even more psychotic than usual. Scott’s worried Peter’s going to come after Allison to find you, and, you know, we’re all kind of invested in keeping people alive. So, if you could let us know you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere, that’d be great.”

There’s a pause, and Fallon sighs, frustration creeping into her tone.

“Also, in case you forgot after your whole threat debacle thing the other night, Peter wants me to get close to the Argents. So, yeah, I’m working on that. I’m trying to cozy up to the family of hunters that, oh right, could kill us all at any moment. Just thought you should know since you’re the one who got me into this mess in the first place.”

Her voice softens a bit, though the passive-aggression remains. “Look, Derek… I get it. You’ve got your reasons for working with Peter. And I’m not thrilled about it, as you can probably tell. But… if you’re in over your head or if something’s wrong, you can’t just shut us out. I’m still trying to figure out why I even care, but—" Another pause. “Just… be careful, okay? Wherever you are. Call me back, please. I—”

She cuts herself off, frustrated with herself for caring so much. “Just… let me know you’re alive.”

The voicemail ends with a soft click.

She closes her eyes, sucking in a deep breath as she tries to shake off the emotions swirling inside of her. She readjusts her purple turtleneck, the bruises still pretty prominent. She doesn’t know how she’s going to hide them at lacrosse practice.

That’s when the bell finally rings and the brunette grabs the notebook she needs and her two coffees before bed-lining it towards Allison’s locker. By the time she gets there, Allison is just putting in her combination. Fallon smoothly slides up next to her, leaning on the locker door next to Allison’s holding up the drinks with a wide smile.

“I come bearing gifts.”

Allison turns to look at her and her eyes light up at the sight of caffeine. “You got me a coffee?” She asks brightly, not expecting the touching gesture.

“Of course I did,” Fallon grins, handing her the cup with her designated drink. “You’re my best girl friend. And I figured you could use a little bit of pick me up before dress shopping later with Lydia,” she giggles. “I don’t know how she does it, but she can genuinely walk through Macy’s for a solid six hours without breaking a sweat.”

Allison gratefully takes the drink, using her free arm to pull Fallon in for a hug. “You’re the best, seriously. You have no idea how much I appreciate this.” She takes a sip of her coffee, “I’ve been having a hard time sleeping, so…”

Fallon furrows her eyebrows, a concerned look taking over her face. “How come?”

Her lips form in a tight line but she just shakes her head. “Just a lot going on. I’m fine though, really.” She nods, but Fallon doesn’t believe a word that just came out of her mouth.

Fallon wants to push for more information, but doesn’t want to come across as overbearing. She feels a couple of eyes on her and briefly glances down the hallway. She sees Scott and Stiles peeking their heads around the corner, checking to make sure that Fallon is still glued to Allison’s side. Her two best friends think that she’s staying with Allison so Peter doesn’t try to take her, but she has her own reasons as well. She hasn’t told them about Derek or Peter’s threat, but she’s been trying to protect Allison while simultaneously getting dirt on her family.

Fallon sips her own latte before looking up at Allison, “So, are you going to the formal?” She asks curiously.

“I want to,” She admits. “Jackson asked me to go as friends the other day, but we haven’t really finished talking about it. And I know Lydia wants to go with some jock, but I don’t really wanna be a third wheel.”

“I wouldn’t either,” Fallon agrees. “I definitely don’t blame you.”

“Has anyone asked you?” Allison glances at her, turning from her locker for a moment.

Fallon nods slowly while rubbing the back of her neck, “Yeah, actually… Scott did.” Allison’s eyes shoot as wide as saucers which makes Fallon break out into a fit of laughter. She wanted to keep the charade up for a couple seconds longer, but her face was too priceless to hold back from. “I’m kidding. But someone did ask me. He’s actually the guy I sit next to in my creative writing class,” she admits shyly.

Allison shoots her a hopeful smile, “Be my date instead?” She asks with her gorgeous doe eyes.

Fallon huffs, feeling torn between saying yes to her gorgeous friend or to the cute guy in her writing class. She hasn’t gone out on a date pretty much ever. So the appeal of going with the guy who asked her is very strong. But she could never leave Allison hanging.

“Of course I’ll be your date,” Fallon grins. “Now we just gotta match our dress colors later today and it’ll be perfect.”

“Yes!” Allison claps. “Okay, this is going to be so much fun.”

Fallon’s eyes travel down the hallway once more, falling on her spastic best friend. “I know you said Lydia already decided to go with one of the guys on the lacrosse team, but… do you think we could convince her to ditch him for Stiles?” She asks with a small smirk. She watches as Scott leans over to whisper what Fallon had just done and Stiles begins to rapidly shake his head.

“Oh my gosh, wait, that would be perfect,” Allison smiles. “He would treat her so much better than the loser that asked her.” Allison goes to shut her locker so they can walk to their final class together, but Jackson sliding up to the empty space where her locker door was prevents them from going anywhere.

His eyes are wild and a bead of sweat drips down his forehead. He looks terrified and once Fallon sees Scott snickering from afar, she knows it was his doing. “Hey,” he greets anxiously. “What time should I pick you up for the dance tomorrow?”

Allison tilts her head curiously, but nonetheless smiles, “Are you okay?”

Jackson nods, despite his body trembling where he stands. He readjusts his backpack strap, feeling the need to fidget. “Yeah, I-I'm great! I'm just excited to go to the formal. With you. As friends. Just friends. Just-just friends.”

Allison nods in agreement which forces Jackson to walk away, mumbling something under his breath as he goes. She should’ve figured this would’ve been something Scott would do. He’s not allowed to be there, so the next best option of protection would be Jackson.

“Well, that solves the whole date debacle,” Fallon loops her arm through Allison’s.

“I’ll tell him no if you still want to go together,” Allison says seriously. “You come first.”

Fallon waves her off, “No, don’t worry about me. I want you to have fun, and if you want to go with Jackson, you should.”

“Then you should at least say yes to the guy in your class,” Allison persists. “That way you, me, and Lydia can all have dates.”

“You know what?” Fallon smiles giddily. “I think I will. I have his number so I could call him.”

“Do it!” Allison encourages with a nod. “Class can wait. This takes priority,” she bumps her side playfully.

“Okay, okay, I’m doing it.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Stiles stands at the Macy’s perfume counter which is near all the dress racks, smelling each and every bottle on display. Fallon watches with an amused look, shaking her head as he sneezes because of one of the particularly strong scents. He insisted on smelling the cheap, off-brand section before moving over to the more expensive ones. She told him not to even bother with the cheap stuff as Lydia would never wear it, but he was very persistent.

Fallon grabs Stiles wrist as he goes to spray one of the bottles in the air to smell it. She hands him one of the small papers designated for said purpose and he makes an ‘o’ shape with his mouth. He nods, spraying the bottle before sniffing it and cringing. He hacks loudly, “Okay, absolutely not. I’d kill you and then myself if you ever wore something like that.” He shakes his head. “I promise I’ll find you the perfect perfume for tomorrow,” he swears. “And for Lydia.” He picks up a strawberry shaped bottle. “Do you think she’ll like this one? It matches her hair.”

“Sti, I already told you,” Fallon giggles. “She’s not gonna like these ones. The better smelling ones are on the other side.”

“Okay, but I’m still not done with these,” he points to the wide array of colored bottles. “If you want me to get done quicker, maybe you should help a friend out and start sniffing for me,” he instructs, pointing to the other side.

Fallon huffs but doesn’t bother hiding the smile on her face as she goes to smell the more expensive perfumes. The girl bops her head along to the pop music playing throughout the retail store. She moves down the line of bottles, taking note of the ones she knows Lydia would like. Her and Allison have yet to get there. Fallon and Stiles wanted to get there a little bit early so she could help him pick out a suit and he could help her a bit with the dresses. She didn’t want to be completely clueless when Lydia and Allison got here. Unfortunately, Stiles was practically useless as every dress he pulled out for her was far too short and risqué for a school dance. He practically begged her to put on a green dress that barely went over her thighs and was completely backless.

Finally after what felt like forever, she found a small purple glass bottle. She sprayed a small bit of it and immediately fell in love with the scent. It smells like something a royal would wear. Lydia would love it. She holds it up, “What about this one?” She suggests. Stiles leans forward and smells it. He immediately nods his head in approval, sending her a thumbs up.

Right at that moment, the ladies of the hour come up the escalator. Fallon smiles as she runs over to Lydia and Allison, pulling them both on for a hug. Lydia looks slightly less thrilled than Allison, no doubt because the latter just revealed she would have to go to the dance with Stiles. She might be disappointed now, but Fallon knows Lydia will have the best time with him. Stiles is a great guy.

Soon enough, Lydia drags Stiles off towards the dress racks, immediately using him as her own personal hanger as she selects multitudes of different dresses. Fallon and Allison go off with each other, giggling as they jokingly hold up the most posh looking dresses to their bodies.

Lydia definitely has the most dresses chosen out of the three of them. Fallon has two draped over her arm and even then she’s not completely sold on either of them. She had some ideas of what she wanted, but so far she’s just grabbing what she thinks looks good. Her eyes are drawn to a light pink floor length gown, sparkles embroidered all around it with a slit on the side. She grabs it off the rack, a content feeling filling her chest. This is definitely the one.

She turns on her heel to show it to Allison, but the girl isn’t there. She must’ve gone off to find her own dress. Fallon moves through the racks and different people, trying to find her friend. She keeps her eye out for a head of luscious brown hair, but ends up being met with the icy blue stare of the exact person she didn’t want to see. Peter.

And he’s talking to Allison.

Fury and fear burns in Fallon’s gut as she marches over to where they’re standing. Allison is standing in front of a mirror, holding a dress in her hand as Peter’s predatory gaze beats down on her. When she stops, she pretty much puts herself in between Allison and the Alpha. A fake smile is plastered across her lips as she looks at her friend, “Everything okay here?”

Allison nods, nervously tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Um, yeah. He was just helping me out finding colors that match my skin tone.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he was,” Fallon says rather aggressively, her eyes never leaving Peter’s.

The man simply smirks, sensing her uneasiness. But it does please him to see Fallon taking his threat seriously. “This is nice. Shopping for dresses with friends is always a good time. Let me guess, high school dance?” He quirks a brow, trying to act as if he’s some normal person making conversation.

“Formal,” Allison answers, still trying to be kind despite being uncomfortable.

Fallon grabs Allison’s hand, turning more defensive as Peter doesn’t seem to be grasping the hint. She’s here to protect Allison for Scott. That’s her priority right now. Peter can clearly see her trying to grow closer to the family, so he needs to take his leave. “Listen, I think we can handle this from here. I’m sure you have better things to do than question two teenage girls about dresses.”

Before he can retaliate with a response, a female voice echoes over the intercom, stopping the song that was playing throughout the store. “Attention shoppers... To the owner of a blue Mazda, license plate–”

Allison tenses as she looks at Fallon, “Did she just say a blue Mazda?”

Fallon ignores the announcement completely, keeping her eyes on Peter the entire time. He seems to revel in the attention, only smirking whenever he decides to meet her fiery gaze. She feels like a double agent. Fighting against Peter while also helping him get to the Argents. But as of right now, her only concern is making sure he doesn’t touch a hair on Allison’s head.

“–5768. Your car is being towed.”

“That’s my car!” Allison realizes before taking off towards the escalator to try and save her vehicle.

That leaves Fallon alone with Peter. Every part of her body is screaming at her to turn the other way, to simply walk in the other direction, or call out for Stiles. Just so that she’s not alone with him, but something about his eyes holds her in place and keeps her mouth shut. A fake smile etches its way onto his lips. He reaches forward, lightly caressing the dress on her arm. “While I do believe this will look absolutely exemplary on you… don’t you think there are more pressing matters to attend to than dress shopping?” He enunciates the last two words, running his slimy hand over the glittery fabric.

“You told me to get close to the Argents,” Fallon replies through her own tense smile as she pretends to be having a conversation with someone she likes to avoid suspicious looks from other customers. “That's what I’m doing.”

“Oh, no. No, no, no,” Peter chuckles. “You were already close with Allison long before this. As far as I can tell, this is just two friends spending time together,” his fake smile drops. “I want you to get close to all of them. Specifically her psychotic aunt.”

Fallon feels her breath catch, her heart pounding against her ribs. “Kate?” She echoes in almost disbelief. “How the hell do you expect me to do that? She’s not exactly approachable. I’ve been to Allison’s house a thousand times and I’ve had maybe one conversation with the woman.”

“Then make yourself useful and figure it out,” Peter responds coldly, closing the distance between them in one swift movement. “Find a way. Get into her good graces. Charm her, manipulate her, I don’t care. Just do it.”

Fallon swallows hard, her fingers gripping the fabric of the dress tighter as she feels the familiar chill of fear creeping up her spine. She’s trapped. She’s known for a while now that Peter has a plan for her, but this new directive feels more dangerous, more impossible.

“And if I don’t?” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Peter’s sinister grin returns, his expression hardening as he steps even closer, his presence suffocating. He reaches out, yanking her closer to him so he can whisper . The threat is clear in his touch.

“Then I’ll have no choice but to take matters into my own hands,” he murmurs, his voice low and menacing. His eyes flicker to the quickening pulse on her wrist, his fingers tracing lightly along her skin. “You wouldn’t want me to bite you, Fallon. Not unless you’re prepared for what comes after.”

Her breath hitches, fear pooling in her chest as his words sink in. She knows he isn’t bluffing. Fallon has seen what Peter is capable of—felt his power firsthand. The idea of being bitten, of becoming one of them, terrifies her more than she can admit.

“I-I’m trying,” she stammers, barely able to maintain eye contact. “I just—Kate’s different. I don’t know how to get close to her.”

Peter’s voice is soft, but the danger laced within it is obvious. “Then you’d better discover how. Quickly.”

Fallon’s mind races, panic blooming in her chest as she searches for anything to say, any excuse that might buy her time. But the cold reality is settling in: she’s running out of options, and Peter knows it.

“You don’t have long,” he continues, his fingers sliding up from her wrist to rest on her shoulder, deceptively gentle. “Kate knows more than she lets on. If you can’t get information from her, I will—and I won’t be so polite about it.”

The threat hangs heavy in the air between them, and Fallon feels like she’s suffocating under the weight of it. “I don’t think I need to remind you what happens to those who fail me,” he says, his tone giving anyone who could be listening a fake sense of security. “You have until the dance to get me what I need, or consider that your last night as a human.”

The gravity of his words hits her like a punch to the gut, and Fallon feels a wave of cold fear wash over her. She can’t bring herself to say anything, her throat tight with the realization of just how deeply she’s caught in this web.

“I’ll… I’ll figure it out,” she whispers, her voice shaky, barely more than a breath. She hates the way it sounds—so small, so scared—but there’s nothing else she can do.

Peter gives her one last satisfied smirk before turning toward the door. “Good girl,” he says over his shoulder, the words dripping with condescension. “I knew you’d see things my way.”

And with that, he’s gone, leaving Fallon standing frozen in place, her pulse still racing, fear and dread twisting in her stomach.

“Oh, and tell Scott while I am impressed with his ingenuity… he can’t be everywhere all the time.” He starts to walk out towards the escalators, “It’s either you or Allison, and considering Scott’s track record when it comes to saving you or her. I’d be a little worried.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Fallon exhales shakily as she steps out of her vehicle and walks up to the Lahey residence. Issac originally was supposed to pick her up from her house for the dance, but his father forbade him from using the car under the impression that Issac was lying about having a date. Luckily, Michael was more than understanding and allowed Fallon to use his car for the night since he didn’t have to work. She would’ve taken her bike but figured it wouldn’t be best in such a long dress.

She knocks on the front door and is met with a muffled string of profanities before the door swings open. She immediately gets a whiff of the whiskey on the breath of who she assumes is Mr. Lahey. The man’s eyes widen when he sees Fallon standing in the doorway.

Peter was right, the dress looks absolutely exemplary on her. The pink shine compliments her perfectly, the light dusting of eye shadow matching the color of the dress. Her heels are only about an inch off the ground and completely white with no stains. She forwent putting on lipstick and stuck with a light layer of chapstick to give her lips a glossy shine. Her hair is left down and curled, small braids wrapping around the crown of her head to make her appear more elegant.

“Dad–” She hears Issac’s frustrated voice as he clambers towards the door. “I said I got it.”

“Yeah, well I got it too,” Mr. Lahey fires back with an unnecessary amount of aggression. His eyes fall back on the brunette at the door, an unsettling smile on his face. “I’m surprised you’re real. You sure he’s not making you go against your will? Or maybe he paid you for your services? Even then I don’t think he’d actually have the guts to pay for an escort.”

His laugh is almost like nails on a chalkboard. Issac’s face flushes red from embarrassment and anger. Fallon feels herself growing more irritated by this man’s behavior. That's his son, and not to mention, they just met and he basically already accused her of being paid to spend time with Issac.

“Thankfully I’m not an escort then,” She replies stiffly. “Your son was sweet enough to even ask me. He doesn’t need to pay me for my services. It’s a pleasure being able to call him my date.” Her tone is definitive and strong, leaving the man unable to argue with her or try to insult Issac.

“I don’t believe you,” Mr. Lahey says flatly, leaning against the doorframe. “Isaac never mentioned anything about a date, and he sure as hell didn’t ask me for permission to go.”

“Well, maybe that’s because he knows how you’d react,” Fallon snaps before she can stop herself. Her voice is sharp, frustration bubbling over. “He deserves to go out and have fun, just like everyone else. You don’t get to control him forever.”

Mr. Lahey’s eyes flash with anger, and he steps closer to her, his posture menacing. “Watch your mouth, girl. You don’t know anything about how I raise my son.”

“I know enough,” Fallon mutters under her breath, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

Just then, the door opens a little wider, and Isaac tries to wriggle his way out of the house. He looks between his father and Fallon, clearly uncomfortable.

“Dad, let me go,” Isaac says, his voice quiet but firm. “I told you last week, I’m going to the dance.”

Mr. Lahey scoffs, turning to Isaac. “You’re not going anywhere,” he says, his voice dripping with disdain. “You think I’m going to let you leave with some… girl you probably had to beg to go with you?”

Isaac flinches at his father’s words, but Fallon steps forward, her protective instinct kicking in. “He didn’t have to beg me,” Fallon says sharply, glaring at Mr. Lahey. “And he’s going to the dance with me. Whether you approve of it or not.”

Mr. Lahey sneers, his eyes flicking between Isaac and Fallon. “You think you can just come into my house and tell me what my son is doing?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous.

Fallon doesn’t back down, her eyes locked on his. “No, but I do think Isaac deserves better than this,” she says, her voice steady. “And you know it. So I’m not telling you what your son is doing, I’m giving him the option because it’s his choice, not yours.”

Isaac’s dad takes a step toward her, but Isaac moves quickly, stepping in between them. “Dad, stop,” Isaac says, his voice shaking slightly. “I’m going with Fallon, and that’s it.”

There’s a tense silence, and for a moment, Fallon wonders if Mr. Lahey is going to lash out. But instead, he just sneers again, backing away slightly.

“Fine,” he spits. “Go ahead. But don’t come crying to me when you screw it up like everything else.”

Isaac winces, but he doesn’t respond. He just nods to Fallon, signaling that they should leave.

Fallon glares at Mr. Lahey one last time before turning on her heel and walking toward the car, Isaac following close behind. Once they’re outside, Fallon lets out a shaky breath, her heart still pounding in her chest.

“I’m sorry about that,” Isaac says quietly, his eyes downcast as they reach the car. “He’s not always like that… but when he gets mad…”

Fallon glances at him, her anger softening into something more protective. “You don’t have to apologize for him,” she says gently, opening the car door for him. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Isaac hesitates for a moment, then nods, giving her a small, grateful smile. He gets into the car, and Fallon follows, sliding into the driver’s seat.

As they drive away from the house, Fallon can’t shake the feeling of anger still bubbling inside her. She glances over at Isaac, who’s staring out the window, lost in thought.

“Hey,” she says softly, catching his attention. “You don’t deserve any of that. You know that, right?”

Isaac looks at her, surprised, but then he nods slowly. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “I guess I do.”

Fallon smiles, reaching over to squeeze his hand gently. “Good,” she says, her voice firm. “Because tonight, we’re going to have fun. No more thinking about him.”

Isaac manages a small smile, nodding again. “Fun sounds good,” he says, his voice lighter than before.

As they drive off toward the winter formal, Fallon glances back at Isaac’s house one last time, her jaw set. She knows this won’t be the last time they have to deal with his dad. But tonight, she’s going to make sure Isaac gets the chance to forget about all of that, even if it’s just for a few hours.

When they arrive at the school, Fallon ends up parking next to Stiles and Lydia who seem to have just arrived as well. She doesn’t even have the chance to open her door before Issac is rounding the car to do it for her. She smiles as he sticks out his hand for her to take. She jumps down, smoothing over her dress before leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Thank you,” she smiles.

“Oh my gosh, Fallon!” Allison runs up to her. “That dress looks amazing on you,” she gushes while Jackson follows begrudgingly.

“Well, you look absolutely stunning,” Fallon compliments back. “Jackson’s lucky he got to take you,” she tries to lighten the expression on Jackson’s face, but he seems too busy brooding on his own. She clears her throat, pulling Issac forward, “And this is Issac, my date. He was sweet enough to take pity on me and ask so I didn’t have to go alone.” She jokes, nudging his side with her hip.

Issac fights off his own blush, rubbing the back of his neck, “I didn’t take pity,” he clarifies. “I actually wanted to ask you like a month ago but it took me a while to actually get myself to do it…” he admits.

Allison smiles at their cuteness, “That’s really sweet.”

Fallon leans into his side slightly, “Yeah, he is.” She loops her arm through his as Allison and Jackson start to head towards the gym. They follow after them, stopping to talk to Lydia and Stiles while Jackson rudely brushes past them.

“Jackson… you look handsome,” Lydia compliments politely.

The blonde smirks, barely even addressing his ex-girlfriend. “Obviously,” he says smugly. “It’s Hugo Boss.” He wraps his arm around Allison before reluctantly escorting her into the school.

Lydia bites the inside of her cheek, looking up at the sky, “I don't care. I don't want compliments. I will not fall prey to society's desire to turn girls into emotional, insecure neurotics who pull up their dresses at the first flattering remark…”

Stiles’ eyes soften as he looks at the short strawberry blonde next to him. “Well, I think you look beautiful,” he tells her genuinely.

Lydia looks up at him, a faint smile covering her cherry red lips. It’s almost like she’s never gotten a compliment that meant so much. “Really?” She asks gently. Stiles simply sticks his arm out for her to take, and she does. She loops hers through his before the two of them start strutting towards the school.

Fallon grins as she watches her friend get a date with his dream girl. Her own arm is still laced with Issac’s. The curly haired boy gets a small surge of confidence, lacing their fingers together which catches her attention. “Y’know you look beautiful too, right?” He tells her, a bit nervous. “I know I haven’t said it until now, but you do look stunning.”

His compliment goes straight to her cheeks. She can’t fight off the small giggle that leaves her lips. “You look pretty handsome yourself,” she says smoothly, messing with his jacket.

“You ready to head in there?” He asks, gesturing over to the blasting music and bright, colorful lights. Shouts of joy are heard from the gym, their fellow peers already starting to enjoy the night's festivities.

“I am if you are,” she replies.

Issac pulls her closer to him before the duo heads into the school. Their eyes widen as they take in the area that once was their high school gym. Whoever is on the dance committee really outdid themselves. The decorations look amazing. While the strobe lights are a bit much, it does add a bit more of a party feel.

Although she has a great date and plans on having a good night, there's still a bit of fear lingering in the back of her mind. She hasn’t even had a chance to talk to Kate. After dress shopping, Fallon spent the night over at Allison’s house in hopes of getting some information from her aunt, but the woman never came home. Peter told her she had until tonight to deliver results, and she has nothing.

“You want some punch?” Issac asks her, his voice raised so she can hear him over the thumping music.

Fallon nods her head, “We should probably get some before Jackson and the rest of the lacrosse guys spike it,” she says, making Issac laugh.

The two head over to the refreshments table, Issac politely grabbing two cups while Fallon gets a plate, filling it with snacks for them to share. Stiles waves the duo over to his and Lydia’s table, causing Fallon to playfully roll her eyes at his inability to talk to women without her present. She places a cookie in Issac’s mouth as they travel over to the table. Fallon takes the seat closest to Lydia, Issac pulling it out of her before taking the chair next to Fallon.

Issac and Fallon have their own hushed conversation as Stiles stares longingly at the dance floor. He wants more than anything to dance with Lydia. Just a chance to get her attention off of Jackson and onto him. Issac tosses a grape into the air, Fallon catching it with her mouth. The two of them cheer obnoxiously making Stiles’ frown more prominent. He doesn’t understand how the two of them can make sitting at a table so entertaining.

He’s slightly jealous by how easy Fallon makes things look. Issac has never been the type of guy to be outgoing or bold, but sitting here with Fallon, no one would be able to tell. Hell, most people forget that the curly haired blonde is even on the lacrosse team. He doesn’t go to parties or school events, yet with her he looks like one of the most popular guys in school. It irritates Stiles to no end that Fallon can do that for Issac but he himself can’t even ask Lydia to dance with him.

Stiles bites his tongue, his leg bouncing up and down. “Screw it,” he mumbles. He turns his head to Lydia, sticking his hand out towards her. “You wanna dance?”

Lydia twirls her hair around her finger, sending him an uninterested smile. “Pass,” she turns him down snidely.

Stiles clenches his jaw, rolling his head back and forth. He stands up from his chair, leaning onto the table to show that he means business. Fallon watches with an amused grin, not used to seeing Stiles take charge. “You know what? Let me try that again-- Lydia, get off your cute little ass and dance with me now.”

Lydia smacks her lips together, pretending like she’s thinking about it. “Interesting tactic,” she hums. “I’m gonna stick with no.”

“Lydia, get up, okay?!” Stiles demands exasperatedly. “You're gonna dance with me. I don't care that you made out with my best friend for some weird power thing. I don't–” Fallon shakes her head, silently saying that is not the route to go to convince her to dance. He sighs, knowing she’s right so he switches gears.

“Lydia, I've had a crush on you since the third grade... And I know that somewhere inside that cold, lifeless exterior, there's an actual human soul. And I'm also pretty sure that I'm the only one who knows how smart you really are. Uh-huh. And that once you're done pretending to be a nit-wit, you'll eventually go off and write some insane mathematical theorem that wins you the Nobel Prize.”

Lydia looks down, a small blush appearing on her cheeks. No one has ever paid that much attention to her before. Or taken the time to notice who she really is. “A Fields Metal,” she corrects him quietly.

Stiles shakes his head, “… What?” He asks, confused.

She stands up, dusting off the imaginary dust on her dress. She takes a step towards him, “Nobel doesn’t have a prize for mathematics. The Fields Medal is the one I’ll be winning,” she states matter-of-factly before pulling Stiles out onto the dance floor. He sticks his hand in the air, quietly celebrating his win.

Fallon chuckles, popping a piece of fruit in her mouth. She watches the teens around her dance to the upbeat music until Issac suddenly stands from his seat. He looks down at her causing her heartbeat to quicken. He offers his hand out to her, “I don’t exactly have a big speech like that to make you swoon or anything… but uh– would you maybe wanna dance with me?”

Fallon places her hand in his with a small smack, pulling herself out of the chair. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The beat of the song is infectious, the kind that makes it impossible to stand still, and Fallon wastes no time throwing herself into the music. She starts moving to the rhythm, her energy vibrant and carefree.

Isaac, on the other hand, is a little more reserved. He sways awkwardly, trying to keep up with the fast tempo but clearly not as confident. Fallon grins at him, shaking her head in mock exasperation.

“Seriously, Isaac? You can’t just stand there like a statue. Have some fun!” she calls over the music.

Isaac chuckles nervously, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t really know how to... I mean...”

Fallon isn’t having it. She grabs both of his hands this time, spinning him around before letting go. Isaac stumbles slightly but starts laughing, the awkwardness slowly melting away. Fallon’s infectious energy draws him in, and soon enough, he’s attempting to dance with her.

“There you go!” Fallon shouts, grinning wide as Isaac loosens up.

Isaac shakes his head, laughing. “You’re relentless, you know that?”

“You’ll thank me later,” Fallon retorts, spinning in place and throwing her hands up to the beat. “Now just follow my lead!”

Isaac does his best, moving a little more freely now, though his dancing is still a bit hesitant. Fallon doesn’t mind—she’s just happy he’s finally getting into it. They start to dance together, not caring if they look ridiculous, laughing as they mimic the other students’ more over-the-top moves.

At one point, Fallon twirls around and nearly bumps into Isaac. He catches her by the wrist, pulling her back into the rhythm of the dance. Their eyes meet, and for a second, Fallon can see the genuine smile on Isaac’s face—something that makes her heart swell a little.

“You’re not so bad at this,” Fallon says teasingly, swaying to the fast beat, her hair bouncing along with the music.

Isaac grins, his confidence slowly building. “You’re just saying that because you’re stuck with me for the rest of the night.”

Fallon rolls her eyes and spins around again, this time pulling Isaac with her. “I picked you, Lahey. Get used to it!”

They continue to dance, their movements syncing up as they get more comfortable. Fallon’s laughter fills the air, and Isaac’s initial awkwardness is completely gone, replaced by a kind of carefree fun that Fallon rarely sees in him.

At one point, Isaac takes a bold step and spins Fallon around, catching her slightly off guard. She stumbles for a second but quickly recovers, bursting out laughing. “Whoa! Look at you, showing off!”

Isaac shrugs, smirking. “Guess I’m a fast learner.”

“Oh, you think you’re hot stuff now?” Fallon teases, stepping closer to him and raising an eyebrow.

Isaac chuckles, his eyes gleaming with newfound confidence. “Maybe a little.”

They continue dancing, the fast song driving their energy higher and higher. Fallon can’t help but feel completely alive in this moment, surrounded by flashing lights, laughter, and the thumping beat of the music. And Isaac—he’s right there with her, laughing, moving, and just... being himself.

As the song reaches its climax, Fallon grabs Isaac’s hand and raises it in the air, twirling underneath it one last time. She lands back in front of him, slightly breathless but grinning ear to ear. Isaac is laughing, too, his eyes bright with excitement.

“Okay, okay,” Isaac says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I admit it, this was a good idea.”

Fallon flashes him a playful grin, stepping closer and playfully shoving him on the shoulder. “Told you. Now you just need to loosen up more often.”

Isaac shakes his head, still smiling. “I’ll work on it.”

Fallon smirks, giving him a playful wink. “Good. Because I’m not letting you sit out on any more fast songs tonight.”

Isaac groans, but there’s no hiding the smile on his face. “Deal.”

A few more songs pass, the two of them enjoying the dance floor a little too much. It gets to the point where other couples start surrounding them, cheering on their eccentric behavior. It makes Fallon smile to see Issac not care what everyone else thinks. In class he’s usually pretty shy, doesn’t say much unless he’s asked to. That’s why she was so surprised when he asked her to the dance. But, of course, she could never say no. She’d be crazy if she did. It's just nice seeing him let loose like this, despite his father, his social anxiety, all of it. He’s a really sweet guy and deserves to have a good night.

“McCall!” Coach Finstock’s voice reverberates around the gym causing most heads to turn to him. Fallon internally facepalms. She hoped Scott would at least be able to last an hour without being seen, but that was clearly an unreasonable expectation. “I see you!”

Fallon leans into Issac’s chest, hiding her laughter as Coach shoves through some students to get to Scott. He looks tucked. Scott darts through the auditorium with wide eyes, trying to find a way to escape being kicked out. “Come here, buddy! Come here!”

“McCall! It's a small gym, buddy!” The raven haired man points aggressively at Scott who is still evading his wrath. “I'm gonna find you! I gotcha, McCall! Come here, come here! Get outta my way!” he shoves two dancing students to the side. “McCall!”

Fallon’s jaw drops when she watches Scott frantically run up to Danny. He gesticulates wildly before pulling the goalie up from his chair and wrapping his arms around his neck. He forces Danny to sway back and forth making Fallon cover her mouth with her hand. Issac simply watches with amused eyes while everyone else looks at the scene unfolding with concern.

“McCall! You're not supposed to–” Coach pauses when he realizes who Scott is dancing with. “What the hell are you do– What the hell are you doing?” He asks, flabbergasted.

Scott bats his eyelashes with an innocent smile, “Yes, Coach?”

Coach feels the eyes of every person in the gym on him. He suddenly realizes what this situation could be interpreted as and immediately tries to correct it. “Okay, ho-ho-ho, ha-ha. Hold on, you– I was just saying he's not supposed to– I mean, I wasn't saying that he shouldn't-- You guys don't think– You don't– I-I was–” He throws his hands up, giving up on trying to explain himself. “Just dance, everybody! Just dance! Dance! It's a party!”

Fallon shakes her head as Coach disappears into the crowd, not missing a chance to yell something at Greenberg. Scott lets go of Danny, letting the poor boy return to his own date. Scott walks right over to Allison who greets him with a bright smile and the two begin to dance to the slow song that comes on.

She sighs, taking a step closer to Issac so she can wrap her arms around his neck. He eases his hands onto her waist, the two of them lazily swaying back and forth to the song. She grins up at him, “Thanks for taking me tonight. I’m having a lot of fun.”

“Thanks for saying yes,” he counters. “I probably wouldn’t have come if you didn’t.” He twirls her underneath his arm and pulls her back into him.

Fallon leans her head onto his chest, “Well, I would’ve ended up being a fifth wheel, so I really appreciate you saving my ass from that.” She giggles softly.

“Think of it as payment for you saving me from my dad,” Issac replies gently. “The least I could do after what you did for me back there.”

“Y’know… if you ever need another place to stay, just to get away from your dad for a bit, you could always come to my place,” she suggests kindly. “My dad and I have a spare bedroom, and I know he’d be okay with it if he knew you needed it. He lets Stiles and Scott sleep there all the time.”

He sucks in a deep breath, “No, it’s okay,” he says unsurely. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking,” Fallon counters. “I’m offering. I’d feel much better if I knew you were in a safe environment at least some of the time.”

Issac sees nothing but genuineness in her eyes. He knows his father would never allow him, but maybe that’s the point. This could be his potential escape. “Okay…” he mumbles with a nod. “If I need it, I’ll call you.”

Fallon can take that, “Okay,” she agrees.

Another slow song comes on, allowing her and Issac to simply dance in silence. He rests his chin on her head as she keeps her head on his chest. She closes her eyes, relaxing into his warmth. It’s nice having a normal night. Being here almost makes her forget about Peter's threat.

She opens her eyes momentarily and immediately frowns. She watches as Lydia walks away from Stiles, leaving her buzz cut best friend with a dejected expression. The strawberry blonde walks out of the gym, making Fallon tilt her head out of curiosity.

“Hey… do you mind if we go check on Stiles?” She asks Issac kindly. “Lydia just walked away from him and he looks pretty beat up about it.”

“Yeah,” Issac nods. “Let’s go.” He takes her hand in his before walking over to the table where Stiles just sat down at. Issac sits down next to Fallon while she sits next to Stiles.

“What just happened?” Fallon asks curiously. “You guys seemed all up close and cozy up there. Where’d she go?”

“Went to look for Jackson,” he grumbles irritatedly, slumping down in his chair. “I should’ve expected she would.”

Fallon’s mouth is agape, “And you just let her go? By herself?” She flicks his forehead. “You could’ve gone with her, stupid.”

“And witness her try to win him back?” Stiles scoffs sarcastically. “I’ll pass.”

“Okay, but what if she can’t find him?” Fallon brings up. “It’s probably not a good idea to let her wander around the school at night by herself. Doesn’t exactly go great for us when we do that,” she mutters the last part.

“She doesn’t want me to go after her,” Stiles says, his confidence shot. “She’ll just call me annoying and tell me to go away.”

Sympathy fills Fallon’s veins. Lydia is literally the love of his life and she can tell how upset he is by her leaving. He doesn’t blame her though. Lydia loves Jackson. She can’t turn that off just because she’s having a nice time with Stiles.

Fallon sighs, “You’re not annoying, Sti,” she squeezes his knee reassuringly. “You have no idea how much tonight probably meant for her.” She smiles at him, standing up from her chair. “I’m gonna go see if I can find her, okay?” She glances up at Isaac, a teasing grin on her face. “If you wanna finish the song out boys, I’d love to get a photo of you dancing with each other.” She pats Stiles’ shoulder. “Issac’s a really good dancer by the way. I think you’d like it.” She shouts to them before walking out of the gym.

The brunette girl takes a step out into the quiet hallway and feels instantly refreshed. She didn’t realize how sweaty and suffocating it was in the gym until now. She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, looking around the hallway and peeking into unlocked classrooms. They have teachers patrolling the halls so they wouldn’t have been able to go upstairs.

She keeps an eye out for either Jackson or Lydia, in hopes if she finds one, she’ll find the other. She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest as she takes a step outside. She left her jacket in the car, feeling the slight urge to go and grab it, but she doesn’t. She keeps her head on a swivel, “Lydia?” She calls out.

The night air is crisp, the stars shining brightly overhead. It’s eerily quiet as she walks around the outside of the campus. She would’ve assumed there would be more teens fraternizing in their cars, but it doesn’t look like there’s anyone. It’s completely deserted. The moon illuminates her body, her white shoes shining under the glow. Even her dress sparkles underneath the natural lighting. She normally would stop and admire the environment around her, but her mind is too preoccupied with being worried about Lydia.

She rounds the corner of the building and over to the lacrosse field. That’s when she finally hears Lydia’s confused voice. “Jackson?” She yells out into the darkness. “Jackson?!”

“Lydia!” Fallon calls out to the girl, taking off her heels before beginning her trek into the field. She didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good pair of shoes on the freshly watered grass.

Lydia stops, tilting her head as Fallon grows closer. Once she reaches her side in the center of the field she furrows her eyebrows, “What are you doing here?” Lydia asks.

“Stiles told me you came out here alone to look for Jackson,” Fallon explains. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Suddenly the lights to the field turn on one by one. The girls freeze, panic striking them from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet. Lydia grips Fallon’s hand tightly, the brunette not protesting the contact. Something doesn’t feel right. Her heart thumps against her ribcage, neither of them being able to see past the blinding lights.

“Jackson? Is that you?” Lydia says, walking them slightly closer. That’s when Fallon sees it. Someone’s walking towards them from the woods behind the field. She can’t quite make out who it is, but something inside of her is saying that it’s not Jackson.

“Lyds,” Fallon tugs her arm, trying to move further away. “I think we should head back…”

“Jackson!” She tries again. “Is that you?” She narrows her eyes, her voice fading as the person grows closer.

Fallon’s breath catches in her throat as she gets a small glimpse of who is barrelling towards them, “Peter,” she whimpers.

“FALLON! LYDIA! RUN!” Stiles’ voice carries over the empty field, the boy shouting at the top of his lungs as he runs as fast as he can towards the two. He has to save them.

By the time they turn back around, Peter is too close to escape from. Fallon screams in horror as he attacks Lydia, rendering her unconscious. She tries to run, but her world fades into black as a sudden pain surges through her side. Her eyes slide shut, eyelashes fluttering as her body collides with the floor. Blood leaks from her side, Peter kneeling menacingly above both her and Lydia’s bodies.

Stiles falls to his knees, body trembling as he sees the torn up state the two most important women in his life are in. “Don't kill them…” he pleads, completely terrified. “Please…”

Blood drips down from the corner of Peter’s mouth. He looks up with a fake kindness, “ Of course not,” he says as if he isn’t slowly letting them bleed out beneath him. “Just tell me how to find Derek.” He states.

“W-what?” Stiles stutters, not understanding how he would know that.

“Well, since Fallon here failed at getting close to the Argents, I don’t have a connection to help me find my nephew,” Peter pouts. “So Stiles…. Tell me how to find Derek Hale.”

Stiles scoffs, his eyes flashing down to Fallon who seems to be bleeding a lot more profusely than Lydia. “I don’t know that,” he says fearfully. “How would I know that?”

“Because you're the clever one, aren't you?” Peter asks rhetorically, setting his hand dangerously close to Fallon’s bite mark. “And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles.” He leans forward making Stiles shake even more, “Tell me the truth…” he glances down, “or I will rip them apart.”

Tears start to well up being Stiles’ eyes. He can’t watch them die. He can’t sit here and watch his best friend die. “Look-look, I don't know, okay? I sw-swear to God, I have no idea

“TELL ME!” Peter growls loudly, his voice deepening a few octaves, making the ground shake beneath them.

Stiles winces, wracking his brain for information quickly, “Okay, okay, okay, look... I-I think he knew–” His voice cracks as he tries to calm his breathing.

“Knew what?” Peter questions impatiently.

”Derek,” Stiles elaborates as best as he can. “I think he... I think he knew he was gonna be caught.”

“By the Argents?” Peter clarifies, his claws still tracing the gaping wound in Fallon’s skin.

“Yeah…” He nods with begging eyes, silently praying that he leaves the girls alone.

Peter continues fishing, needing more information. He can tell Stiles is holding something back. “And?” He gestures for the boy to continue.

“When they were shot, he and Scott-- I think he took Scott's phone,” Stiles finds the courage to make eye contact.

The older man creases his eyebrows, “Why?”

“They all have GPS now. So, if he still has it, and if it's still on... you can find him.”

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[jellieland]

This is somewhat inspired by some of the fics @theminecraftbee has written.

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Two figures watch, from a nebulous nowhere, as Scar stands, alone, in the remains of his destroyed shop.

"I'm sorry," he says, mournfully, to no one.

"You Know," says the first figure, "I Really Wasn't Convinced When You Pitched This One."

Scar does not react. He cannot hear them.

"Yes," says the second, with an air of long-suffering patience. "I Do Know. You Were Very Vocal About It."

"...I really wanted to try and make some friends, this time." Scar, simultaneously right in front of them and a great distance away, sighs and looks up at the sky. "Oh, well. Nothing to be done about it now!"

"I Have Come Around To It," says the first.

"Good," says the second. "I Knew You Would."

They watch Scar start to sort through the mess.

"They Forget They Have A Choice," says the first. "It Is Fascinating."

They move on.

The move on to ash.

Skizz and Tango and Bigb stand right in the thick of it, quiet.

"You try to do one nice thing," says Skizz.

His hands curl into fists. He glares at the smoldering remains of the heart in front of him.

"You try to do ONE nice thing!" he yells, and punches one of the last remaining bits of wood.

Brittle from the fire, it breaks.

"Yeah, well! I guess this is why we don't," says Tango, resigned.

"It was always gonna happen eventually," says Bigb, voice level.

"They Always Try," says the first. "They Always Keep Trying."

"Yes," says the second. "They Chase Each Other In Circles Until All Of Them Are Dead. They Give Themselves Their Own Tasks."

"That Is Not What I Meant," says the first. "But That Is Also True."

They watch the three members of the Heart Foundation stand, for a while, in silence.

And they move on.

They move over to the mesa.

Martyn is standing inside his house, that used to be Jimmy's house too, facing the three chests on the wall labelled "TIMMY", "MUMBO" and "MARTYN".

He is talking animatedly, and gesturing. "-and I kept trying to get them to follow me there, but nobody was taking the bait. Honestly, you guys would've laughed at me. But it-"

They let the rambling fade into the background.

"A Good Dog," says the first.

"Yes," says the second. "He Does As He Is Told."

"-and I've honestly been feeling a bit left out today, isn't that funny? But- Bdubs said, he said he would join me next week, so-"

They move on.

They move to the cobblestone castle, in the side of the hill.

Grian is cooing over a small magma cube named Etho's Dishwasher.

Cleo and Etho are leaning against the staircase watching him.

"Are you both alright?" asks Cleo.

"Sure, I'm fine," says Etho.

"Me?" says Grian, turning around. "Oh, I'm good, I was being a total coward. I just hung around at the top of that tower by the Secret Keeper for ages and none of them ever thought to look up."

"Really?" asks Cleo, amused. "Some of them I would expect that of, but I'd think Gem would be a bit more on the ball."

"Well, apparently not," says Grian.

He turns back to the magma cube, and they settle into quiet.

"I Would Have Expected More Of The Alliances To Have Fallen Apart, By Now," says the first.

"Loyalty Is At Its Most Interesting When It Is Stretched," says the second. "These Three Know It Will Never Last. They Know That All Of Them Are Aware Of This. That Is Why They Are Still Here. They Know How Much They Can Care Without It Being A Lie. And Then Privately, They Care More Than That Anyway."

Eventually, Etho sighs. He looks tired.

He glances from Cleo, to Grian, and back, and after a moment of hesitation, speaks. "I, uh. I'm glad you two survived." He shifts awkwardly, and continues before they can respond. "I thought they were going to try and make me kill you, at one point, and- Grian, I don't know if you know this, but Cleo is scary when she's getting revenge. I did not want to have to worry about that."

Cleo laughs, slightly, and gives Etho a look of the deepest affection. "Well, I did die, is the thing, so thanks for reminding me of that."

"No, no, you knew what I meant! See, Grian? See what it's like?"

"Uh huh," says Grian, raising an eyebrow. "Well, thanks for not killing us."

Cleo frowns at him, suddenly curious. "Grian?" they ask. "Are you the only one who didn't die today?"

Grian opens his mouth, then stops to consider it.

"Or- no, wait. Martyn." says Cleo. "Well. Well done either way."

They watch the trio for a little longer, and then they move on.

They move to Scott.

He is alone, in a forest somewhere.

He is leant up against a cliff face, staring down at the floor.

"None Of Them Even Died, This Time," says the first. "Not Permanently."

"No," says the second. "It Was Controlled. Directed. There To Even The Playing Field. We Can Just Ask Them To Do That, Now, And They Will."

Scott draws his knees up to his chest, and rests his head on his arms.

He doesn't move, or shout, or cry.

He just stays there, quiet.

Eventually, they move on.

They move to the Secret Keeper.

Gem is standing there.

She is looking at it.

"If She Had Decided To Fail At The Start," says the first, "She Most Likely Would Have Lived. She Lost So Much More, Taking Things From Other People, Than The Nothing She Would Have Lost In Failure."

"Yes," says the second. "That Is My Favourite Part."

They watch her.

"Anyway," says the second, "She Would Not Do That."

"She Wouldn't?" asks the first.

"No," says the second. "She Understands Why It Is My Favourite Part."

Gem smiles.

"Thank you!" she says to the Secret Keeper. "That was a lot of fun!"

"You Are Welcome," says the second.

Blood on her hands, Gem turns and leaves, grin as bright as the sun.

They watch her go.

[slxshrfvcker]

slashers with a s/o who listens to metalcore

Featured above the cut:

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Featured below the cut:

Patrick Bateman

Michael Myers

Hannibal Lecter

Will Graham

Welcome To Horrorwood

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Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

Billy would be more amped up about the fact you listen to the metal genre, because he definitely enjoys it too.

If he comes home to you in your room dancing around and head banging to Slipknot or Korn or whatever your taste is, you bet your ass he’s gonna join in with you and rock out to your favorite songs too!

Loves to watch you attempt to sing the lyrics to songs like Custer by Slipknot or Freak On A Leash by Korn.

The song you both vibe together the most with is definitely Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit.

Extra points if you can play the electric guitar/bass, drums or some other instrument incorporated in the metal band genre.

Would be kinda freaked out at first by your fry vocals (if you could do them) but learns to appreciate them because he’s never seen anyone do it in person (poor babes is probably the only metalhead in Woodsboro…)

Definitely agrees to going to a concert (either locally or out of town) with you to see you vibe and enjoy yourself at your favorite band’s shows (he obviously will enjoy himself too!)

Will beat the shit out of whoever elbows you or something at a show

Then kills them after

Also kills anyone for bashing your music tastes

Stu Macher

Shocked at the fact you like such heavy stuff but kinda not at the same time because hello? He’s best friends with Billy for fucks sake.

Smiles and watching you from the side lines as you head bang and dance around to your music. (He might join in with you, with enough convincing)

He’s probably gonna agree to go with you to your fav band’s shows but he insists he has to hear ear protective things because he doesn’t want to get “a headache”. (You both forget anyways)

He will sit back and watch in adoration and amazement if you can play an instrument, the fry screams though will definitely freak him out (he’ll pretend that they don’t though)

Supportive of your music tastes anyways, he loves you for you and not just your music likes.

Kills anyone who hurts your feelings for liking the band/s you like. And also if you get hurt at a show he’s already planning to kill them afterwards.

Patrick Bateman

Honestly annoyed with the fact you like such violent heavy shit and would not hesitate to ask you to turn it down/off if he isn’t in the mood to deal with it

What the hell are you doing—? Why are you throwing your head back and forth like that? Are you brain damaged or something???

“Darling can you stop singing that god awful song I’m trying to focus here,”

Probably breaks your music player a few times bc he’s beyond annoyed with the songs blasting (he eventually will buy a new one)

Refuses to go to any shows with you because as I said before he dislikes it a lot

But if you come home hurt emotionally and or physically he will kill those who caused your pain.

Michael Myers

What is this?

It’s so loud and heavy but he kinda likes it?

Will probably just stand back and watch you vibe for a while before turning around and going to go do god knows what

If he comes home late at night and you are still rocking out he’ll simply turn it off and stare at you as if saying “it’s late go to bed”

He honestly doesn’t care if you come home all bruised from getting kicked or something at your show, he would give an amused look because you put yourself in that position to get hurt, but if you are truly upset or hurt pretty badly (bleeding or broken bones bad) he will begrudgingly go out and kill that person after tending to your wounds.

He honestly doesn’t even care what music you like as long as it doesn’t affect him physically/mentally

Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham

Their darling y/n liking such loud music?

Very odd to them because you look so cute and innocent, even with the way you dress (if you like all of the black and band tees)

They love to watch you vibe dance and headbang to your music because you look so damn cute doing it!!!

Takes you to every metal show you ever want to see, just so you are happy <33

If you get hurt by any means from anyone, then expect to have a very delicious meal the next day prepared by yours truly

They both pitch in to buy you albums, music players and instruments for you to enjoy your music more!

Very supportive of you no matter what, they love you! You are their darling y/n and you mean so much to them.

[graciegoeskrazy]

idea - what do you think it would be like when charli first introduced george to her daughter??? the idea has been pingponging in my head for a bit. ALSO! how do you think george would feel/react

LOVE THIS

Y'all had actually met before when him, matty and your mom were working together on the vocals for 'spinning'

the plan was kind of last minute so you had no choice but to come to the studio with your mom - not that you minded at all

you had heard about the band before but knew very little about them or the band

other than the fact that your mom was a fan and admired them

They were nice, your mom sounded beautiful as always, you mainly stayed quiet and scrolled on your phone because you knew they more than likely only had one night to do this and didn't want to be in the way and you were content watching random things on tiktok

you all said goodbye, it was fun, songs a hit, yay that's it

right?

WRONG THEY START DAITING

it wasnt official official for awhile but they were texting nonstop and clearly something was happening they just didn't know what exactly

as much as she didn't talk about it or swore against it you didn't miss how she smiled nearly everytime she got a notification or how the one time you caught a glance at it the contact said "George💚"

which you thought was interesting

the truth was that even though Charli really really liked George and vise versa they were both busy as hell and currently on opposite sides of the country and they didn't want to tell you until they knew for sure and were able to actually see each other

especially because your mom and broken up with her long time boyfriend not that long ago

and hurt you too

a lot

eventually the NME awards were taking place

and you were your mums date!

at the table you noticed her friend give a suggestive nod to somewhere on the other side of the room to which your mom sighed and smiled and shook her head no

"what?" you asked

"oh its nothing darling. I was just trying to get you mom to say hi to a familiar face. that's all."

Charli slapped her friends leg under the table

you realized the table she was nodding to was the one George and the band were at

you also realized she was staring back and forth the whole night

he was too

iwishyoudtalktalkwishyoudtalktalkwishyoudtalktalk

anywhooooo cut to a few days later

your mom was throwing another party or whatever

and said she needed to talk to you

"someone very special to me to gonna come over tomorrow during the party-"

"Its George."

she was FLABERGASTED

like she thought she did a good job of hiding everything from you all this time but guess not!

"What?!"

"It's George. You're talking about George. He's the 'someone special' right?" you said giving a smirk

her jaw was on the floor

"How do you know that? Who told you that?!"

you just gave her a look and said "Im young not dumb and oblivious mom."

She just smiled so big and pulled you into a hug.

okay so as if its a surprise to anyone - George is a nervous wreck :)

like practically pacing

Its not like the whole point of this party was for you and George to meet

and like more than half of the people there didn't even know they were dating

and charli and george weren't even sure if you were going to make an appearance

but ya did

You knew him and your mom were anxious about the meeting so u decided to have fun with it

you waited till you mom left the kitchen and it was just George and a couple of other people who weren't paying attention

You grabbed a drink and a small plate of food dropping a casual "hey George." as you did it

you could sense his heart rate quickening it was halarious

He cleared his throat, "Hey, y/n. How've you been."

You shrugged "Fine...You've been busy though?"

"Y/n Aitchison." You mom sternly said form behind startiling you

you said "sorry" and gave him a genuine smile before heading back upstairs

They both laughed so hard once you left

He was nice it wasnt like you would mess with his tooooo much

....

........

just a little bit maybe

it could be worse

she could be dating matty

[azsazz]

Dead by Dawn (Part 3)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, eventual poly!relationship, undead, death.

Word Count: 3,990

(Part 1) (Part 2)

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Night 189

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“Feyre,” you shout frantically. 

The shot still rings in your ears and your finger slips off of the trigger, heart pounding in your chest. 

This cannot be happening. You cannot lose Feyre.

The shock turns into raw, unfiltered anger, coursing like fire through your veins as you breathe in deeply, calming yourself as you fix your shaking grip on the gun.

“I’m okay, (Y/N),” Feyre replies. Her voice is shaky with fear, but the bullet hasn’t hit her. It’s embedded in the floor next to her foot.

You exhale with relief. You just want to get the hell out of here.

“Rhys? Az?” a gruff voice calls from somewhere outside of the room. It’s more like a croak, strained and breathy. You figure it’s the third man to their party, the injured one, struggling to find his companions. 

“Stay away, Cass,” Rhys calls sternly. Azriel shifts his weight to his other foot like he’s going to make a break for the door but he freezes when he catches the glint of the barrel in the moonlight creeping in the window aimed in his direction. “We’re taking care of it.”

“Yeah, and a great job you’re doing,” you spit. Anger continues to fuel your words, “This place has got to be surrounded by now. And if it isn’t yet, it will be soon.”

As if on cue, the room falls silent. Low groans and gurgles scream through shredded vocal cords and fill the street below. You take a chance, glancing out of the window. You can barely make out the moving shadows, but by the eerie sounds you know that there are more than a few stumbling around the alley, searching for the source of the loud gunshot.

You shake your head with a curse, sharing a glance with Feyre. She’s backed off of Rhys a few steps, landscaping scythe still clutched firmly in her hand.

“I heard a gunshot. What’s going on?” The third man – Cassian – enters the room. Your breath catches in your throat at the sheer size of him. He takes up the entire doorway, even with his broad shoulders hunched over in pain. He presses his weight flush to the doorframe and everyone in the room can clearly tell that he shouldn’t be moving at all.

Cassian favors his left leg, the right ripples with intense pain everytime he moves it even slightly, but he had to see if his friends were okay.

“Cassian,” Az scolds. There’s a worried lilt to his voice as he glares at you, trying to gauge how you’ll react if he makes a move towards his friend. “You shouldn’t be standing on that.”

“Fey,” you beckon your companion over with a nod of your head before you motion towards Cassian with the gun in your hand. You meet Az’s gaze and murmur, “Help him.”

Gorgeous golden eyes hold your for a moment, softening just slightly before they flicker to the weapon, his weapon in your hand. They harden and his lips flatten in frustration but he moves around you, keeping as far from you as possible. You shift your gun, following his path across the small stockroom but still the barrel at Rhysand as Az passes. His own weapon is still aimed at you.

Az whispers to Cass but you can’t make out the words, only his soft grunt in response as he helps the larger man to the floor. You can feel his worry, the tension thickens the already stifling air in the room as Az helps Cass lie on his back, checking over the wound in his leg.

“Gimme a smoke,” Cass requests breathily. He has a large arm slung over his eyes and you can’t help but notice the bulge of muscle he still has. 

They’ve been eating well. 

“Cass,” Az scolds, “You don’t even smoke.”

“If ‘m gonna die, let me have a smoke.”

“You’re not going to die,” Az is quick to respond.

At least, he hopes Cass won’t.

The injured man sighs, exasperated. If he wants a smoke he thinks that Azriel should give him one. It could be a last meal of sorts. He might like it.

Instead of voicing his thoughts, he removes his face from the crook of his elbow and lets his head lag to the side, looking over to you and Feyre with curious, dizzy eyes.

“Hey. ‘M Cassian.”

You and Feyre share a glance.

“Fuck,” Az hisses, “He’s delirious.” He’d caught sight of the trail of blood on the floor from where Cassian had stumbled into the room. Rhys had used his belt to make a tourniquet for Cassian’s injured leg, but it’s hardly helping to stifle the flow of blood. His entire pant leg is drenched in the liquid. They hadn’t had the time to try and stop the bleeding in a better way.

“No, m’not,” Cassian mutters, but the slur to his voice suggests otherwise. His teeth begin to chitter even though it's the height of summer and he’s sweating. He’s so tired, he’s not sure how much longer he can keep his eyes open.

“He’s injured,” you blurt dumbly.

“No shit,” Az spits, trying to tighten Rhys’ loose belt above Cassian’s knee.

You ignore him and shift your gaze to Rhys, “How bad is it?” 

He contemplates, watching Azriel futility readjust the worn belt. He can see the shine of the fresh blood still dripping from Cassian’s wound. It’s not looking good. If they don’t find help for him…he doesn’t want to think about it. 

“Bad,” Rhys admits, sadly. He pays no attention to Azriel’s blazing eyes and rigid demeanor. If there’s a chance that either of the two of you can help Cassian, it’s a risk he’s willing to take.

“I can help him,” you offer before you even realize what you’re saying. You don’t like seeing people in pain but this is the end of the world and you couldn’t trust just anyone these days. Especially not ones that have put a gun to your head and shot at your only friend.

“No, you can’t,” Feyre responds quickly, her tone hard with warning. Her brows are furrowed and she sends you a pointed look before turning her gaze upon the men. “And even if you could, you wouldn’t.”

“We don’t want your help anyway.”

You huff inaudibly at Az’s response. He’d rather let his friend bleed out on the dingy floor to some bakery’s attic than let someone who might know how to actually do something help? Some twisted logic that is. Although, you do understand a little of where he’s coming from, shivering at the thought that arises.

You place a hand on Feyre’s shoulder, urging her to take a few steps back.

“I can help him, Fey. We can help him,” you whisper, meeting her gray eyes for only a moment before refocusing them at Rhys, gun still pointed high. They weren’t about to catch you off guard for a third time. Or, at least you hope they wouldn’t.

You don’t know why you feel a sense of sympathy for the three men. They’d held a gun to your head, shot at your only friend, and have been overall terrible hosts since you’d climbed through the window. Now there’s zombies surrounding the building with no hopes of leaving until sunrise. You’re trapped.

But still, your heart aches for the injured man. He’s clearly the nicest of the three, hasn’t threatened either of you in any way, and if it’s because of the gash on his leg and the delirium from the loss of blood, it doesn’t matter. You have an inkling that he’d be just as nice if he weren’t injured.

You’re trying to figure out the dynamic between the three of them. Az is clearly the moody, intuitive one. The one that will put himself in harm's way to protect his friends. Rhys seems to be the leader of their three-man ensemble, sharp-eyed and quick-witted. Cass, although injured, you believe is the brute force, but also the comedic relief.

Must be nice to be able to make jokes about the apocalypse. 

“No fucking way, (Y/N)! I don’t care how handsome they are, did you not just see him try and put a bullet through me?” Feyre gapes, and yeah she has a point. Your brows twist into confusion at her words, admitting that the men basically holding you captive are good looking. They are, but you weren’t the one to admit it out loud.

“Of course I saw it,” you answer, vexed. Your gun falters slightly as she steals your attention, but you remind yourself of the weapon pointed right at your chest and check on your three captors. Rhys keeps glancing over to his friends, brows pulled tight with concern. Cassian mutters incoherent words, something that sounds a lot like a gruesome joke to lighten the mood, and it only makes Azriel’s spine stiff with worry.

“Just let me do this.”

“Why should I?” she crosses her arm over her chest. Her scythe rests menacingly in her hand, like she’d been born with it. The damn thing still makes goosebumps rise on your arms. You don’t need her permission, you don’t need anyone’s permission to do anything, you remind yourself. You haven’t even known the poor girl for that long and now you’re asking for permission. Fuck that.

“Because we might just make it out of here alive.”

Her wild gray eyes study you. She knows that you will do anything to help anyone who seems worthy, because you’d done that for her, but you can’t afford a risk like this. Not after last time.

One pleading look from your big eyes makes her confidence falter. If you can help their friend, maybe you can convince them that no one has to die. That you spend the night and go your own ways in the morning. Or, if everything goes well, having three burly men with you will only strengthen your group.

Plus she hasn’t ever seen such a handsome man as Rhys, who makes even the end of the world look good.

Feyre sighs softly and your shoulders relax. You hand her the gun, making sure that you’re both alert from the trade, eyes sharp on Rhys as you do so. She grumbles something to herself in regards to you helping them but you ignore her for now.

You hold your hands up in surrender. “Can I take a look?”

“I said we don’t fucking want your help.” Azriel’s trying his hardest to sound hateful, but there's a tinge of despair hiding behind the malice. Cassian’s grip on his hand is loosening. 

“Uh, Az,” Cassian whispers, eyelashes fluttering, “I’d kind of like some help.”

“Fine,” Azriel sits back on his heels, defeated. He can’t let Cassian die because he doesn’t trust a single soul besides his friends anymore. “Help him.”

“You two get back against the wall then,” Feyre demands, waving her gun towards the empty wall near the door. Her tired voice screams authority. It makes your hackles rise. “That’s the only way she’ll help him, if you leave him alone.”

Azriel shared a look with Rhys. He doesn't like the demand one bit. When Rhys’ only response is a shrug and a look that reads ‘what else are we going to do?’ he sighs. Reluctantly, he releases his hold on the belt. He glares at you as he stands to move where he’s been directed, but you’re speaking up.

“Move him by the window. There’s more light.”

Rhys watches his friend's backs as Az moves Cassian into the moonlight casting into the room. The moon is full, its silvery beams provide just enough light for you to be able to see the extent of his injury, if you squint. 

Az winces and mutters an apology everytime Cassian whimpers in pain.

“Sit,” Feyre waves her gun again when Az moves beside Rhys. They begrudgingly do, the sounds of their backs pressed against the wall to their asses is loud in the silent room. They look relieved to be off of their aching feet.

“Go ahead, (Y/N).”

You know better than to argue when she’s got that glint in her eye. Murderous curiosity.

Your knee is aching from being on it so long, and your slight limp doesn’t go unnoticed by Azriel. You let your backpack slide off of your shoulder and rest on the floor beside you as you lower yourself to kneel before Cassian. The movement sends a zap of pain through the joint and you wince but bite back the hiss of pain.

You know which of Cassian’s legs is injured, can see the ripped denim and the flesh beneath, glimmering in the moonlight. You grimace at the sight, reaching down to your beloved knife that still lies abandoned from where Azriel had knocked it from your grip.

When Azriel catches on to what you’re stretching for, his stomach plummets, immediately thinking the worst. He starts to rise, growling, “Hey, don’t you dare–”

“Sit the fuck down, shadow,” Feyre hisses, shaking her weapon at him for good measure. 

He hates that fucking nickname already.

You ignore them all. You know that Feyre has your back, even if you don’t trust the look in her eyes when she glances at the man who’d shot a gun at her. That’s something you’ll have to worry about later. But first–

You gingerly cut at Cassian’s pants, who hisses when his jeans are ripped away from his wound, clinging to the sensitive flayed skin. The pain is searing and he nearly passes you, groaning lowly like one of the undead outside. The noise pitches into a whimper as you continue, and you cringe, hoping it doesn’t draw more attention outside.

“You have to be quiet, okay?” You ask, brushing the damp hair stuck to his forehead. He’s running hot and he forces his eyes open at your gentle caress. He tries to blink the dizziness away, once, twice. “Can you do that for me?”

Cassian makes a noise but you have no idea what the intention of it is. 

“Are you an angel?” He swallows harshly, letting his eyes fall shut against before whispering, “Pretty.”

And now really isn’t the time to be blushing but your hand stills on his forehead and you can’t help but stare. Your cheeks flush red at the compliment. It’s been too long since you’ve heard such words and you’re sure you look anything but right now with your dirty skin and matted hair. At least you have fresh clothes on.

Cassian’s breath rattles in his chest, snapping you from your thoughts. You force your gaze away from the handsome stranger and back to his friends.

“Where are your supplies?”

Neither of them meet your gaze, instead finding the peeling wooden floors much more interesting.

The gun in Rhys’ hand dips in shame.

“We don’t have any,” Azriel winces.

“Nothing?” you ask in disbelief. The word echoes throughout the room, shock settling in your bones. You bite your lip hard as you return your gaze to Cassian, who looks utterly soothed by the steady swipe of your thumb across his forehead. 

You bite your lip harshly. “That’s okay, we’ve got–”

“No, (Y/N). We’re not wasting our supplies on him,” Feyre says, gritting her teeth. You barely have enough for the two of you to survive.

“Fey–”

“I said no.”

You reach for the bag beside you anyway, tearing the zipper open. “Fuck, I’m not letting him die.”

Feyre’s seething. “You think they’d extend the same courtesy if it were you? Me? Come on, (Y/N). Think.”

And she’s totally right. You don’t owe them anything and clearly they have nothing to offer you for your help besides a potential bullet hole in the head. So what if Cassian called you pretty? So what if Azriel’s large hands felt just perfect wrapped around your throat? Neither of those things will help you survive the apocalypse.

Feyre wants so desperately to run over to you and rip the damn backpack from your hands as you dig around inside of it. She wants to gather your things and shove you out of the window back the way that you came. She wants to be back in the safety of the clothing shop, asleep on the pillowtop mattress she’d only dreamed of before the end of the world.

She’s made a terrible mistake making you come here tonight.

“Cassian,” you speak softly, trying to get the man’s attention. He’s fading out fast, the blood loss creeping up on him. He’s had a long day and he just wants to say, “Fuck it,” and drift off into sleep or whatever it is that comes after this. But a beautiful woman is asking for him and he’ll be damned if he misses her call.

He pries his eyes open. There’s two of you in front of him but after a few more harsh blinks you become one.

“Can you lean up a little? I’m going to give you some painkillers and some water.”

Azriel’s mouth feels incredibly dry at the mention of water. They haven’t eaten or drank any water since yesterday when they’d left to scour the nearby towns. His tongue feels like sandpaper as it moves unconsciously while he watches you help Cassian sit up, seeking for moisture to swallow down.

He’s a little jealous.

He watches you work, searching through your bag when you need something else. His gaze slides from your hands and up your arms, taking in the curves of your body, swallowed by your clothes. Azriel had noticed how fresh they are, and he shifts, his own clothing suddenly feeling very dirty.

Cassian falls asleep shortly after you’ve given him the painkillers. He might possibly have passed out, but you’re so into your work that you don’t notice how his whimpers have stopped and his head’s gone limp. You don’t have time to stop though, working as quickly as you can to patch up his weeping wound.

Azriel’s surprised when you pull out a first aid kit from your pack. It’s small, but it looks like it’s bursting with supplies. He won’t ever admit it out loud, but he’s glad the two of you had sought after them tonight.

You stitch the gash in Cassian’s leg up after doing your best to disinfect the wound. They aren’t the slightest bit uniform, some further apart than others, and not straight at all, but the wound is closed and you can take a deep breath, having done your best. 

You apply ointment from the kit. It’s way past expired but you hope that it causes some relief, before you wrap it up nicely, stuffing your supplies back into your kit and shoving it back into your bag. You move towards Feyre who still gives you a disapproving glare.

Rhys drops the gun into Azriel’s lap, quickly moving towards where Cassian lies, unmoving on the floor. He checks the man’s pulse – an instinct more than anything, he doesn’t trust anyone outside of their group – before he’s sitting back, ass on his heels, shoulders releasing most of the tension they’d been carrying since Cassian was injured.

“Thank you,” he chokes out. He doesn’t look your way, can’t seem to stop staring at his fallen brother. He doesn’t know what he and Az would do if you hadn’t taken mercy on them after he shot at Feyre.

He owes you.

“Let’s go, (Y/N),” Feyre says. She’s let you help them, as much as she didn’t think they deserved it, and now it’s time for the two of you to leave.

“There’s too many zoms out there, how are we going to get out?” you question softly. 

Feyre’s jaw tightens. She’d forgotten about the zombies surrounding the building.

“You can stay here,” Rhys suggests, finally turning to face you. Azriel opens his mouth to protect but Rhys continues, “They’ll scatter by morning.”

“No way we’re staying here with you. It’s probably less safe than going out there.”

“We’ll give you the other gun.” 

He doesn’t know why that’s come out of his mouth, and with a desperate twinge nonetheless. Maybe he just wants to keep talking to the woman with the fierce blue eyes. 

He shouldn’t have pulled the trigger at her.

It was instinct mostly. Couldn't trust anyone, even if you were two women much smaller than him and his friends. You had come with the intention of stealing from them or harming them, and he couldn’t have that.

And maybe he found Feyre so captivating that the part of him tortured by the apocalypse wanted to see how well she’d react in a threatening situation. 

It was a test.

“Like hell we will!” Azriel wants to yell. He wants to scream at Rhys for how stupid he’s being. How stupid they’re being. They’ve already let a stranger patch up their friend. This is as far as he’s willing to go.

“If it makes them feel safer, we’ll do it.”

“That’s the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life, Rhys. I’m not giving them this gun.”

Two pretty women show up and now both of his friends have lost their absolute minds? They’re better than this, stronger than this.

“Why not?”

“They’ll kill us with it,” Azriel replies like he’s talking to a child.

“We won’t,” you chime in. Feyre mumbles something that Azriel doesn’t quite catch, but by the way you elbow her harshly, he’s thinking that whatever it was, it probably wasn’t very nice.

He narrows his eyes at you.

“Like I believe that.”

“Keep it,” you respond easily, captivated by his untrusting golden gaze. “We’re staying, but only until it’s safe. Okay Fey?”

What no one mentions is that nowhere is safe now.

Feyre doesn’t respond, but she lets you pull her to the wall opposite of the three boys. Azriel’s slid himself into a crouch next to his companions, and the silvery moonlight washes over him like he was born from it, skin glowing and eyes as bright as the stars, even if the look on his face is threatening. Your breath hitches at the sight of him.

You settle, taking off your bag and rolling your shoulders, stretching your neck. The events of the day are catching up to you, and you still haven’t slept. You sag against the wall lethargically.

The tension in the room is thick. Feyre glares at Azriel and Azriel returns the look.

Out of the corner of Feyre’s vision she notices you rubbing your knee and wincing. Her shoulders fall a bit, worried for you. She needs you to stop drawing attention to yourself, she notes the flicker of Azriel’s vision to your action. They don’t need to know you’re injured as well. It will be much easier for them to attack.

“(Y/N),” she murmurs, “Take your painkillers and go to sleep.”

You don’t argue, don’t have the energy to. You unzip your bag, sifting through your things before the familiar feel of the smooth plastic bottle grazes your fingertips. You scoop out two of the pills and place them on your tongue, following with a single sip of water. You sigh and fight the urge to tip the bottle back and drain it. 

You notice Azriel’s throat bobbing in a harsh swallow, eyes trained on the bottle in your hands as you take a sip.

After returning the pills to the safety of your bag you cap the bottle and roll it across the room. The crunching of the plastic makes everyone’s hackles rise. The sound of it rolling is deafening against the silent room. You can tell that Feyre is fuming. That was your last bottle and she’ll be damned if she’s going to share hers with you.

Before the bottle stops at Azriel’s feet you’re already settled in, back pressed against the wall, using your backpack as a pillow, asleep.

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Taglist: @writingsbychlo @kemillyfreitas @5moremin​

[sweetlummie]

Weirdo

Mood board made by my lovely love @iamasaddie tysm 💗💗

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Creep!Joel Miller x plus size!fem!reader

!!! 18+ content. If you’re a minor go away !!!

A/n: Well- I didn’t think I’d make a part 2 to Creep but here we are 😭 this is my first time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s not that good! Also not proofread so any and all mistakes are mine! As always constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 🫶🫶💗💗

Warnings: virginity loss, degradation, pussy slapping, unprotected PiV, slight mentions of impregnation, lmk if I missed any!

W/c: 1.3k

Creep (pt. 1) The Hell am I Doing Here? (pt.3)

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You’d entered Joel’s room behind him, your stomach rumbling from the nerves. You’ve never been with anyone before- what if you disappoint him? Surely a man as beautiful as him has had many beautiful conquests. By no means did you have low confidence, in fact you always paraded yourself with such grace and poise. You knew your worth but when faced with a man like Joel you couldn’t help but get weak in the knees.

“C’mon sweetheart. Lay down f’me.” He ordered as he nodded his head towards his bed. You did as he asked, crawling up his bed and turning to lay on your back. You felt so exposed to him. He eyed you like you were the last piece of meat in a post-apocalyptic world. “So fuckin’ gorgeous baby.” He murmured as he made his way in between your legs, spreading them open. He yanked your sleep shorts and panties in one clean swoop. “So wet. Is this all for me baby?” He asked as he looked up at you with such a mischievous and hungry gaze. You nod your head shyly. This was so unlike you. You were always so vocal but you were never in an actual sexual situation before. “Words little girl.” He spoke harshly as he brought his hand down hard. Smacking your pussy, eliciting a high pitched moan from you. “Keep it down girl. Don’t wanna wake up Sarah. Now. I’m gonna ask you again. Is this all for me?” He spoke with such authority, such conviction, you couldn’t help but moan under his grasp.

“Yes! All for you..” you managed to whimper out. “Good fucking girl. Good to know you still have that voice of yours and ain’t too cockdumb to respond.” God his degradation was to die for. Who would’ve known your dad’s best friend was such a dirty dirty man. He struck your pussy once more as you whined out, arching your back. “Tell me. Have you had anyone in here before, little girl? And don’t lie to me.” You looked into his dark eyes, he was so different from the Joel you knew from just a few hours ago. “No. Never. You’re my first.” His eyes softened as you spoke. “Right.. I’ll take it slow then.” He brought your thighs to rest on his shoulders as he leant down to eat your pussy once more. He lapped up your juices and swirled his tongue around your clit. You gasped and brought your hand to grip his head full of curls. “Fuck! Joel!” You breathed out as he laughed against your sopping wet cunt. He slowly inserted his finger, it hurt a little. His fingers were much thicker than your own. No matter how much you masturbated it wouldn’t amount to the pleasure you feel now from Joel.

As he worked his finger inside you, he continued to suck on your clit making you a babbling, whimpering mess. Eventually he was able to slip in another finger, scissoring them inside of you before he inserted a third. “Such a good fucking girl. Look at cha. Takin’ my fingers like the little pretty slut I knew you’d be.” His praise made you squeal in pleasure. This was all too much, he was all too much. As he kept going you felt the coil deep inside your stomach snap! You came and hard, your back lifted off the mattress as your thighs trembled around Joel’s head and your pussy clenched around his fingers. “Good girl.. thas it. Take what you need.” He encouraged you as you came down from your high.

You’re left panting on his bed as he lifts up off of you, you watching him as he stands up. He pulls down his sweatpants and boxers. Fuck he’s huge. He can tell you’re intimidated by his size given how wide your eyes had gotten when he whipped it out. “It’s okay baby, I’ll go slow. It’ll fit, I promise.” He cooed quietly as he got on the bed again, spreading your legs, lining his bulbous cock head at your stretched entrance. “Tell me if it’s too much okay?” He said as he placed a hand on your cheek, caressing it. “Yes sir..” you whispered as you looked into his eyes once more. This was it, you were losing your virginity to the man who’s had your heart since you met him. This was such a tender moment between the both of you. It was as if no one else mattered, no one else existed, it was just you and him, he and you. He nodded and slowly pushed in. You began to moan at the painful stretch and he smothered your whines with his mouth as he kissed you. Licking all around the inside of your mouth, your taste on his tongue distracting you from the pain. He had fully bottomed out inside you and he pulled back from the kiss with a quiet groan. “Fuck. Tell me when to move, pretty girl.” He grit out.

“Please.. move..” you whimpered as he pulled out and snapped his hips back inside you. His pace was harsh and needy. “Fuck! So tight princess! Such a perfect little cock sleeve!” He groaned as he held onto your plush hips, his grip solid. You knew there would be bruises there in the morning. You tried to moan as quietly as you could but the sensation was too much. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as Joel pounded into you with such fervor and harshness. “Fuck. ‘M not gonna last much longer baby!” He grunted as his pace began to get sloppy but still powerful enough to where it drove you to the edge before he came overstimulating you. Your body shook uncontrollably as he painted your insides with his cum.

He fell on top of you, holding you close as you both calmed down. “You were so amazing baby. Can’t wait to try other things with ya.” He whispered in your ear. You relished his warmth until the sudden realization of what you both did came crashing down on you. You shot up causing Joel to fall off you and onto the bed. “Baby? What’s wrong?” He asked concerned, sitting up, bringing his hand to rest on your back. “We- we shouldn’t have done this!” You shrugged his hand away as you quickly got off the bed and put your panties and shorts on as best you could. “Baby slow down, it’s okay-“ he tried to pacify you, defuse the situation but it was too late, you were crying, consumed with guilt. “No it’s not!! I can’t believe I did this to my best friend- I can’t believe you did this to my dad!” You almost yelled out in frustration. His cum was slowly seeping out from inside of you, collecting in your panties but at this point you could care less. In your mind there was bigger, more pressing issues than a UTI or the possibility of ending up pregnant because of his spilt seed. Joel stood up and tried to reach out for you. You backed away, looking at him like he was some sort of monster. The look in your eyes broke Joel’s heart. He had to fix this, he had to calm you down.

“Baby..” he tried once more. “No! Stop! This never happened. Don’t talk to me, don’t text me, don’t reach out. I’m going home.” You said sternly but you both knew there was no ignoring what happened between you both, no ignoring the love you felt towards each other. All Joel could do was nod his head as he watched you leave. At first Joel just wanted to fuck around with you but after tonight something else had blossomed inside his sick and twisted heart. He had to make it right, he had to have you.

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It makes me crazy when ppl discount the ways other animals communicate with us.

"He only pushed the 'hungry' button bc he wants more food." Yeah, that's what that word means. Is he differentiating between an emotional desire, a craving, an expression that it's mealtime in his schedule and he wants to do it on time, and physical hunger? Idk. Maybe he doesn't need to in order to live his life, so that's just not a thing. But even if it is, he doesn't have the tools to communicate that. There's one button. That's it. He's doing great.

"She doesn't know what a friend is, she just associates that other individual with positive interactions." How else would you describe a friend? Srsly, explain to me how a person I associate with sharing good experiences isn't a friend? We play, we relax, we spend time together, we get along, we're excited to see one another... That's a friend. She understands the assignment just fine.

"It would stop using the words/symbols if everyone stopped reacting." Me too, buddy. If a behavior doesn't give the expected result, we eventually stop doing that. How many times are you gonna ask for a hug if you know you aren't gonna get one? Oh you wouldn't? You'd recognize that it's a wasted effort and stop? Imagine that.

"They're just mimicking what they're being shown." You mean they're learning. Doesn't matter what the language is, that's how we learn. We pay attention, imitate others, and gradually get a clearer understanding of what those arbitrary and unintuitive sounds and symbols mean. That's how learning works.

Other species already have their own language, in which they are fluent. They're learning a second language that consists of sound combos they prob physically cannot make and symbols they may not physically be able to reproduce. We drop them some tools they can use to bridge the gap. And, despite the fact that we're basically just pantomiming instructions, they learn how to use them. The absolute gall to categorize that as a brainless parlor trick.

Idgaf if it's simple. If I gave you a 20-word vocab, you'd speak simply, too. That doesn't mean that's all you're capable of. It means you only have so many tools to use.

Idgaf if it's imperfect. Everyone crunches the marmoset and stutters when learning and using a second language. It's fine. The listener/reader does their best to meet you halfway. You can do the same, esp in an interspecies situation with so many additional obstacles to fluency.

If you can't even pronounce the words on an ethnic restaurant's menu, but your dog knows a bunch of commands, keywords, and other vocalizations, Rover is more linguistically accomplished than you are. And yeah, that includes sounds that aren't actually words, bc if they have a consistent meaning, they are words to him. If *heavy sigh* always means, "I'm stressed out and need a hug," and he gets that, it's language.

If you give him a handful of speech buttons, and he manages to use them productively, he's going from translating your word to the general approximation in his own language to translating his own language to a general approximation in yours. That's phenomenal. The Duolingo owl should personally present him with a diploma, and you better frame that bitch. He deserves it.

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ITSRIKO 1 yr ago i went to university with an sm trainee, ask me anything about them 🙂 296357 reactions

ITSRIKO 1 yr ago ⌕ do you think they’re talented? not really, she didn’t really do anything musically that i know about 9627 reactions

ITSRIKO 1 yr ago ⌕ how did they get into sm? off my back 💀 story time later? 49652 reactions

ITSRIKO 1 yr ago ​⌕ why aren’t you at sm? you’re really pretty they’re missing out omg thank you ): but i don’t know why honestly… 8268 reactions

ITSRIKO 1 yr ago ⌕ wdym she got into sm off your back? i had just gotten rejected and she went in and auditioned on the spot :/ and they took her in because she’s ‘pretty’ lol… 11462 reactions

ITSRIKO 1 yr ago ⌕ name? 👀🔎 can’t say～ id get sued lol i know better sometimes 🤓 7292 reactions

ITSRIKO 1 yr ago ⌕ tell us what she looks like so that we know who (y)our enemy is don’t say harsh words like that! she’s not really remarkable though… and i’ve never heard her sing or saw her dance so idk why they choose her honestly 😞 she’s kind of plain, not trying to be mean…! 39262 reactions

ITSRIKO 1 yr ago ⌕ you sound kind of bitter lol im not bitter, just a little sad 🙂 please refrain from being mean! 10846 reactions

ITSRIKO 1 yr ago ⌕ well it’s not like you can sing either maybe she’s just prettier than you 🤷‍♀️ come off anon so we can all judge your extraterrestrial existence ^_^ 22937 reactions

ITSRIKO 1 yr ago ​⌕ why are you being mean to people lmao? am i not allowed to have a safe space? geez 7258 reactions

ITSRIKO 1 yr ago ​⌕ why do i get the feeling you’re hating just to hate bc she is better than you…. okay you know what? fine. i’ll tell the whole story from start to finish. going live soon 296926 reactions

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YUUNIVERSE_ 1 yr ago i’m an ex sm trainee who knows why ITSRIKO didn’t debut. ask me anything. 629257 reactions

YUUNIVERSE_ 1 yr ago ⌕ did you see itsrikos live? yes. she mislead the viewers the entire time. or well, partially. she did not tell the whole truth. 82397 reactions

YUUNIVERSE_ 1 yr ago ⌕ why didn’t YOU debut? trainee life is hard and i wasn’t happy so i asked to leave. it took a while, but eventually i was able to be let go. 12768 reactions

YUUNIVERSE_ 1 yr ago ⌕ so what really happened? there was an incident that happened. i’m not sure if i’m able to go into it because sm does like to sue. but riko lied when she her friend got into sm off her back. it was very sad. the arguments were quite loud. 528167 reactions

YUUNIVERSE_ 1 yr ago ​⌕ can her friend sing? ehh… her voice is not not bad. with proper vocal training i think she could manage. but to say she was horrible, that is false. i dont think she is tone deaf. 65129 reactions

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