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veltana · 3 months ago

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Buy my heart - 2

✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~1,2k

✦ Rating for this part: Mature

✦ Warnings/tags: Alpha!Bucky, Omega!Reader, slow burn, eventual smut, pet names (little darling/darling)

✦ Series summary: In a desperate attempt to rescue your family from debt, you decide to auction yourself off. The alpha who purchases you turns out to be quite different from what you imagined, leading to a marriage that exists only on paper. However, when an omega moves in with an alpha who hasn't experienced a rut in years and is determined to keep things strictly professional despite his instincts, complications arise.

✦ In this part: Bucky and you have a chat.

✦ Note: Thank you so much for all the wonderful words about part one! ❤️ Reblogs, comments and asks are much appreciated!

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Light filters in through the curtains in the places where you didn't close them properly. The small clock on the bedside table tells you it's just a few minutes past ten.

Last night you did as Bucky suggested and took a bath, exploring all the different dials and buttons before scrubbing your body with soap that smelled incredibly expensive. Afterward, you dried off with fluffy towels and found a robe on a hook. Clothes had been placed on your bed and a tray of food waited on a small table.

According to the label, the pajamas were 100% silk. You'd had no energy left after that and crawled into bed.

Getting up you find that the tray is gone. Which means someone was in your room while you slept, and that makes you uneasy. Instead of a tray, there is a note. I'll be in the office, find me once you've had breakfast. It's not signed but there is no doubt who wrote it.

After washing your face you try to figure out what all the different creams, mists, and toners are for and have a proper look around your room. The closet is empty, so you guess you'll just have to walk around in your pajamas. Bucky did say something to the person on the phone about clothes but as far as you can tell, nothing more arrived last night.

You stand hesitantly in front of the door, your hand hovering over the handle but not daring to open it. This new place is intimidating. Bucky seems fine so far, but you’ve only just met him—can you really gauge anything yet? Taking a deep breath, you twist the handle and step out. Now to figure out where the kitchen is.

You head back down the stairs Bucky carried you up yesterday, hoping to find someone who can give you directions.

At the bottom, you look around but don’t see anyone. But you do hear voices and decide to follow them. It leads you to a set of double doors slightly ajar. From within, you can hear Bucky’s voice and a woman’s. The note suggested having breakfast first, but now that you’ve found him, you might as well join him. Again, you hesitate, but since the doors aren’t closed you gently knock on the door. “Come in,” Bucky answers.

He’s sitting behind a large desk and in front of it stands one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen. Her hair is long and red, but the tips are blonde, arranged in a messy braid, dressed in high heels, a pencil skirt, and a white shirt. She smiles sweetly, and you find yourself feeling shy.

“Hey there, little darling,” Bucky says. The nickname he's given you feels just as strange now as it did yesterday but you don't ask him to stop. “Did you sleep well?” “Yes, sir. Sorry! I mean, yes, Bucky.” The woman chuckles and now you feel flustered too. “This is Natasha, she's my right hand. Don't let her appearance fool you, she's as lethal as they come.” You nod at her.

“I hope some more clothes will arrive during the day, I wasn't sure what style you preferred,” She says with a smile. You have a suspicion that she was the one Bucky called from the limo yesterday. “Thank you!” “As soon as you've settled in a little we'll have a girl's day and go shopping on Bucky's credit card,” she laughs and steps away, passing you on her way out. She smells amazing too.

Natasha closes the door behind her and you're alone with Bucky. “Take a seat. How was breakfast?” As you sit you throw him an apologetic smile. “I haven't eaten, I don't know where the kitchen is.”

Bucky looks confused for a moment, then shakes his head. “Of course, sorry, do you want me to show you?” “No, I prefer waiting a while after waking up to eat.” “Oh, then we might as well go over the agreement I've drawn up.” “Agreement?” “Kind of like a contract. I'll explain,” he leans back in his chair.

“I took over the business from my father, who got it from his father, and so on. My grandfather is still alive but my father passed away recently.” “I'm sorry,” you say. “Don't be, we didn't have a good relationship. Anyway, I've been without a partner for a long time and it doesn't sit well with my grandfather. So he gave me an ultimatum two weeks ago: get married or see the money I'm set to inherit go up in smoke when he passes. And between you and me it could be any day now.”

“You need a wife?” Looking at Bucky, you find it hard to believe he would have trouble finding someone willing to marry him. Which could mean a lot of things.

“A friend gave me a tip about the auction.” “You decided to buy a wife?” “Yes, it might not seem like a very honorable thing to you, but I'm in a bit of a time crunch at the moment.” “I understand,” you nod. It's not your place to question his motives. You should be happy that he's even willing to discuss terms with you. You’ve heard stories of omegas being sold to horrible people.

Another thought enters your mind. Bucky seems to be well off, and when you're his wife then maybe you can convince him to send some money to your family. The money from your auction will last them some time but sooner or later it will run out.

He pulls a bunch of papers out of his desk and hands a bundle to you. “Read through this during the day. Write any questions down. My lawyer will be here tomorrow and can answer them.” “Okay,” you nod.

Then Bucky picks up a pen. “The paperwork I got from your auction wasn't very thorough. Are you on suppressants?” “No, couldn't afford them.” “And what's your family situation?” “Complicated.” That is all you give him.

He shoots you a look but you don't explain further, it doesn’t concern him. “When was your last heat?” He asks in a very professional voice but it makes you shift uncomfortably in your seat. You start counting backward but it's hard to remember exactly.

“Maybe three months ago?” you guess. “So that should give us around three months before the next time?” Bucky’s eyebrow goes up as he eyes you questioningly. “Yeah, I suppose,” you shrug. “You don't keep track?” “No, not really,” you confess. “I notice when it's about to happen and then it does.”

Bucky puts down his pen with a frown. “That can be dangerous for an omega,” he points out. “What if you're not at a safe location when it does.”

That makes you snort and then realize you’re talking to the alpha who’s bought you to make you his wife and you look away sheepishly. “Sorry, it's just that I was either home or at work and maybe occasionally at the library.”

“I see,” Bucky says as he picks up the pen again, but you can't help but wonder if he truly understands. The mansion is enormous, clearly not something he built on his own—it's likely been in his family for generations. Everything about the place exudes wealth, including Bucky himself. His suit is so crisp it seems brand new, with barely a trace of scent, as if it's never been worn. How could he possibly know what it was like to live your life?

“And have you been alone for your heats or have you had help?” Your mouth falls open and you stare at him. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” “That's none of your business,” you cross your arms.

He leans back into the chair, eyes thinning as he looks at you. “It's not?” “No, it's private.” “You forget one thing, little darling.” His voice is void of warmth “I own you.”

There it is, you think. The reason he's been unable to find a wife.

You don't answer that statement, well aware of your predicament. “Why do you need to know?” You ask instead. “Because it matters if my soon-to-be wife is a virgin or not.” “I'm not,” you bite out. “A mate I should be aware of that's going to cause trouble?” “No, we split a few years ago.”

That appears to please him, and he jots down another note before placing his pen back in the holder on his desk. “Good,” Bucky nods. “That's all for now, let's get you some breakfast,” he looks down at the watch on his wrist, “or brunch, and then I'll show you around.”

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gremlin-girly · 1 month ago

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Kinktober Day 7

Title: The Perfect Jotunn Bride

Kink: Macrophilia

Pairing: Frost Giant! Loki x f!Asgardian!Reader,

Tags/ Warnings: SMUT, macrophilia, temperature play (Frost Giant skin), descriptions of violence (not toward reader), arranged/forced marriage, dubcon, mean!Loki (he should just be a warning anyway), knife play (brief), corset, struggling to breathe (bc of the corset), nipple/breast play, thigh riding, teasing, biting/marking, pet names (see below author's note), squirting, vaginal fingering

No beta - and we're ignoring that I posted this 1 minute past midnight xoxo

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Your Husband, the Frost Giant Prince Loki, has come back from battle and expects to see his bride.

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

A/N: I had to edit this fic more than once to cut and splice things from it. I expect I'll have a part 2 (and 3) soon... I don't even wanna talk about how many words this was YEESH. I gotta learn to make a one shot and not stay up to early hours with a 6k storyline. Again, this was supposed to be LONGER 💀

I found this website here that helped with Old Norse translations (but they may be wrong!) I'll link it once I get the chance - Love, Grem x

smăr einn = little one

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You had just barely managed to avoid the advances of your husband for the last few weeks. Too busy with the politics between realms to fully focus on you; and you were grateful for it. Your husband was ruthless, cruel and cold. That last adjective quote literally. The prince of Jotunheim was not to be trifled with; as your brother and father had found out rather perilously. Your father had sought to trick Loki and whilst his back was figuratively turned, your brother was sent to kill him.

Loki returned your brother’s mangled corpse back to your home, with a letter promising war unless your father’s prized possession – you – was given as penalty. Marriage with the prince of Jotunheim meant two realms were unified, which was far more prosperous than war. However, that meant being ripped away from your home, your family, your friends, your fiancé and everything you had ever known and being thrust into the cold, unforgiving hands of a barbaric frost giant. You had begged, cried and pleaded with your father but nothing had changed his mind. It was set in stone.

Your new husband took joy in tormenting you on your wedding say, reminding you time and time again that you were lucky to be a negotiation prize rather than one of his spoils of war. The thought had made you shudder with terror and, thankfully, his attentions were lured away to another realm, another battle, another day spent far away from you.

You quickly learned that many of the female frost giants were unimpressed with you as a tiny little thing in comparison to their race as a whole. Your body almost entirely unequipped for Jotunheim weather. Your ladies-in-waiting were no different. They had spoken in their native tongue in front of you, clearly, discussing you and how you probably didnt meet their standards nor their prince’s. You’d stayed quiet and fiddled with your hands, unsure of how to approach them or speak to them. Everything you knew about frost giants was from your culture; which labelled them as blood-thirsty barbarians. Though, the ice fortress you resided in was immaculate and strictly designed – different from your home in Asgard yet no less civilised. That was a good starting point.

over the course of the week’s your husband’s absence, you focused on befriending your ladies-in-waiting. You asked about their culture, their lives and the language they spoke. If you were going to be here until the end of your days, you may as well know what is being said behind your back and, well, to your face.

You picked up words quickly, studying in the silence of the enormous bed chamber. You had borrowed a few children’s books from the library, and one or two on the flora and fauna of Jotunheim, though you could only appreciate the pictures thus far.

The bed chamber was far too big for you, perfect size for your husband, you supposed. Large wooden bookcases adorned the far wall, and there was a small (well small for a giant) fireplace adorned with a fur rug from a creature you couldn’t name, but it was soft. The bed itself was so huge you practically drowned in the covers. It was cosy but you agreed with yourself it was probably cosy because your husband was not there with you.

Yet.

One morning, after waking up relatively late, your ladies-in-waiting were busying about the bedroom.

“What’s going on?” you ask nervously, already anticipating the answer.

Gertrud, the more social of the two giantess’, gave you a smile as she paused her dusting of the bookshelf. “Prince Loki is returning from battle today.”

You suppress a shiver and try to smile, but you’re not confident you look entirely happy. “Wonderful.”

Gertrud continues regardless, her face contorting to an excited, doe eyed look. “He’s sent you a gift ahead of his arrival, my lady.”

“Oh,” you say, trying to sound chipper. In the very short time you had spent in Jotunheim, Loki had only ever taunted you, albeit briefly. A gift was... new. And you didn’t like it one bit. “How thoughtful of him.”

“He left instruction for you to wear it on his return.” Gertrud says wistfully, as if it’s the most romantic thing she could dream of.

“Wear?” You speak before you can process what’s been said, the shock in your tone evident. Your mouth goes dry and heat burns its way to your cheeks. You weren’t stupid. Wearing something for his return only meant one thing. Your stomach becomes a pit and you have to scream at yourself internally to stop from swaying.

Gertrud mistakes the your shock and flushed face as a sign of excitement, not of worry and fear. “I must say the garment – whatever it is – is not from Jotunheim. Your husband must have acquired it for you, my lady.” Gertrud pauses to smile over at you. “I think our prince is quite taken with his bride.”

You flush a deeper shade of pink and clear your throat. “So it would seem.” You murmur carefully. “Where is the garment? What is it?”

Gertrud places the duster down and heads to a dresser on the otherside of the room, picking up a package and handing it over to you. You delicately take the package from her, shivering at the coolness of her skin, and begin to unwrap it. To your surprise, and utter embarrassment, it’s a corset with matching underwear. Gertrud’s eyebrows raise and she gives you a knowing smirk. You bury your face in your hands.

“I do not need to know what that thing is to know it’s intent,” She says smugly. “As I said, our prince is taken with his bride.”

You peek out from your fingers, eyeing the corset. It’s blue – frost giant blue to be exact – with white lace detail across the bust and back, and white ribbon zigzagging up the back. If this was your husband’s idea of a sick joke, it worked. You still couldn’t decide if you were going to vomit from nervousness.

Gertrud pats your shoulder gently, again misreading your embarassment as bashfulness.

“I will run your bath, my lady. I do not know how to help you into that... thing.” She eyed the corset suspiciously. “But I will ensure that you are ready for your husband’s return.”

You only nod, anxiety twisting your stomach into knots. You should have known this would be inevitable.

You pace fretfully around the large bedroom. You’d wrapped yourself in a robe, hiding your corset and matching underwear, feeling too exposed even for the man who was your husband. You’d attempted to study again, books and notes strewn across the fur rug in front of the crackling fireplace, but the nervousness of your first night with your husband had you too worried to think.

You’d shooed Gertrud away as quickly as you could, after being bathed in the nicest oils and scents imaginable, softening your skin to butter. You’d fiddled with your corset, tightening it possibly too tight, and after one look in the mirror making heat rise where it definitely shouldn’t you’d throat on your robe.

You’d been pacing for an hour, or thereabouts. Word of Loki’s return to Jotunheim had spread like wildfire within the fortress, yet he still hadn’t come to see you. Any other time you would have been grateful but you knew that he was tormenting you; keeping you on edge until he decided to visit. You even contemplated running and hiding but you knew the risk; Loki had whispered as much to you at your wedding banquet, reminding you that if you ran away all out war would ensue. Starting with your father’s head on a spike. You also knew that hiding would only deny the inevitable; you would eventually have to share a bed with your husband and as a wife, you were expected to bear his children. You shuddered again.

The door to the chambers opened. Your head whipped up, hands clutching at your robe tightly without thought, as you watched Loki enter. He towered above you, easily twelve feet high maybe more, but he must have came from one of the bathrooms because his blue skin trickled with water droplets from his long raven’s wing hair, and he held a towel around his waist. You averted your gaze to the fire, face flushing. Despite it all, he was still attractive.

Loki’s chuckle echoes throughout the chamber and the door shuts behind him.

“What? No welcome for your husband?” He sneers. You don’t have to look to know his lips are curled into that cruel smile you’ve grown accustomed to. “And I see you’re not wearing your gift.”

You look over at him as he approaches, too scared to move. “I-I am.” You murmur, regretting the words as they leave your mouth.

Loki sits on the rug in front of you, on leg up the other flush against the rug, the towel leaving little to the imagination. His red eyes stay on you as he smirks, eyebrows rising in surprise.

“Well,” He gestures at your robe. “Let your husband see.”

Your face burns, your palms are sweaty against your robe, and you pause. You look at your feet, clearing your throat.

“a-aren’t you going to tell me about your battle?” your attempt for stalling is dismissed immediately.

“Later. Show me. Before I remove it for you.”

You nod quickly and with a shaky breath, you untie your robe and let the garment pool at your feet. You would attempt to cover yourself but you aren’t even naked, which somehow makes it worse as you feel Loki’s crimson eyes rake over you. Your chest his flushed and heaves in the corset, ribbon straining with each breath. Your breasts look like they might spill over at any given moment and You feel a little light headed from the entire situation.

“Come closer, wife.” Loki curls a finger at you and you take a few tentative steps closer until you’re stood between his knees, still staring at your feet. His finger tilts your chin up to look at him. The coolness of his finger makes you shiver but when you meet his eyes, there’s a softness you don’t expect to see. “You look beautiful.”

You don’t quite gasp, but your mouth makes a small ‘o’ in shock. You hadn’t expected something so sincere, let alone nice and it makes heat surge between your thighs.

“Thank you, Loki.” You say softly. Loki shifts his legs, eyes not leaving yours as his lips twitch upwards into a smirk. His gaze flits behind you to your notes and his smirk widens into a grin.

“Ah, my wife has been busy whilst I’ve been gone.” He comments, gaze flicking back to you. “Come into my arms and tell me what you’re working on, smár einn.”

The foreign words tickle at your memory but you can only recognise the word one. You take another few steps forward, squeaking with surprise when Loki’s cold forearm wraps around your waist, guiding you to straddle a large, muscular thigh. The icyness of his skin against the warmth between your thighs makes you audibly gasp, and Loki chuckles.

“Happy I’m home?” He teases, your back meeting his torso as he cages you in around his thigh. Wisps of his hair tickle at your shoulders, and a cool kiss is placed at your nape makes you startle. “Because I’m happy to be back. I thought you wouldn’t wear this for me.”

Your blushing isn’t missed by Loki nor is the throb of your cunt on his thigh. When you don’t answer, Loki’s nose runs along your nape, making you shiver again. You’re breathing harder, your breasts bobbing with each breath, as you try to get as much air into your lungs as possible. You feel like you’re suffocating, even though Loki’s grip loose on your waist.

Loki doesn’t seem to notice, or perhaps he doesn’t care, he’s too busy being smug about your excitement for him, and continues to tease you about your corset; how you look like the perfect Jotun bride now. You mumble thanks at his teases, trying not to look at him and trying not to think of anything, but Loki start to trail icy kisses up your neck that burn your skin in their wake. You mewl quietly and shift your legs causing more friction against your cunt which in turn makes you squeeze your thighs around his gigantic thigh and you notice that the same raised lines on the tough blue skin of his arms and face are on his legs too. Loki nips gently at you shoulder, eliciting a strangled yelp from you.

“That’s it, warm me up, smăr einn.” He taunts, licking the skin he’d bitten with a luke-warm tongue. “Rutting against me like a bitch in heat, no instruction needed.”

Shame floods you at his taunt but so does a throb of excitement. Loki kisses at your neck a little more hungrily in response, earning another few short gasps from you.

“Go on,” He urges in a low, mocking tone. “You want to – I can feel that you want to.”

You whimper pathetically, rolling your hips forward for more friction. Your lip quivers and you bit down – hard – you’ll be dammed if you let him think he wins by seeing you cry. But your giant husband only sneers down at you. Your clit brushes against one of the raised ridges of his skin; electricity crashing through you as you gasp loudly, falling forward onto your palms. Your nails dig into his tough skin when you hear him chuckle, face flushing with anger as you glare in his direction. Loki only mocks you further, holding a hand up in faux-surrender.

“I’m sorry, wife.” He says smugly, watching your reaction. “Please, continue fucking yourself on my thigh.”

You fluster again, but the light-headedness you felt earlier returns. This time, though, instead of struggling to breathe you feel faint and you sway and swoon atop Loki’s thigh. Loki raises an eyebrow, vexed at your actions, before realising that you aren’t faking. Something akin to concern crosses his face and he gets to his feet, holding you close as he takes you to his large bed.

He places you down somewhat gently, your breathing laboured, the constriction from the corset aching at your ribs. You can’t seem to get enough air into your lungs at they scream at your for it. When you look at your husband you wonder briefly if he’ll leave you to die like this and when he pulls a knife from his bedside table, you think he will be the one to take your life instead. The blade is cold against the heat of your skin. Loki doesn’t rush. He trails the tip of the blade down your sternum, between your breasts, to the lacy frill of your corset.

“I can remove this if you so wish,” he says coolly, pressing the blade into your skin, but not hard enough to draw blood. “But I need to hear you beg.”

You want to kick him for the heat that pools between your legs. He knows you’re struggling to breathe with this God forsaken corset on and somehow he manages to find a way to please himself.

“Please.” You huff, but Loki clicks his tongue.

“No, no.” He chides. “Properly.”

His eyes meet yours, and you can feel the challenge emanating from them. You grit your teeth and take a small breath, trying to avoid crushing your ribs. In a small voice you beg him in the way he’s requested.

“Please, husband.” You mumble. “Please, help me.”

The ripping of the ribbons are swift. Your beautiful but bone-crushingly tight corset falls away and you inhale a deep breath that transforms into a gasp when Loki’s mouth finds your nipples and sucks them almost lovingly. Your hands root into his thick black hair, mind drawing a blank, as a cold hand tweaks the nipple he isn’t paying attention to with his mouth. You couldn’t push him away even if you wanted to, not with a giant’s strength. However at this moment in time, you didn’t want him far from you.

Your gasps and moans fill the chamber and Loki smirks up at you from where he’s latched to your breast. Peppering kisses to every inch of skin he can manage, Loki finally finds a supple piece of skin above your left breast that he deems the perfect space for a mark. A mark to show the world that you are his. Only his.

He bites down onto the skin, feeling the vessels burst between his teeth and growls at you when you tug at his hair with a pained yell. You writhe beneath him as he sucks and kisses the spot he marked, the gesture is almost sweet, loving, but you’re too busy feeling too turned on to care. His hands large hands move down to remove what’s left of your underwear, a long, cool finger teasing at your folds.

“Loki,” you say his name with no air left in your lungs, your body trembling under his touch. You’re no longer fighting the desire you feel, which stirs something within Loki’s icy chest. He looks down at you, head tilted faux-curiously, unable to resist teasing you.

“That’s the first time you’ve used my name.” He comments, watching your face contort in pleasure as his index finger breaches your dripping core. “I believe you deserve a reward for being such a good wife.”

His digit pumps you at a vicious pace that, after the assault on your sensitive breasts, sends you careening over the edge of ecstasy quickly. You coat his finger with your cum, chanting his name desperately, strangling his finger with your pussy as he helps you ride out your high. Your legs twitch as you watch him with half lidded gaze as he remove his finger from you with a smirk. He towers over you and before you can say a word, he’s peppering you with soft, cold kisses.

“My smăr einn,” he says softly. “You did well tonight. I look forward to seeing what tomorrow will bring.”

You don’t think about what he could mean, your brain is too foggy and you feel too wonderful to want to dampen the wonderful elation you’re feeling; something you haven’t felt in weeks. You don’t even complain when Loki curls over you, allowing him to wrap himself around you under the sheets of your bed. Nor do you move away when Loki kisses your head and wishes you goodnight; something he’s never done before.

As you drift to sleep, anxiety of the day and the high provided by your orgasm taking its toll, you wonder if maybe your relationship with Loki could be better than you had expected.

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juminies · 7 months ago

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dreaming-of-the-end · 2 years ago

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2: a lesson in forgetting, and being forgotten

A/N: Second chapter of “the art of running away (the disaster of returning)“ Fitz pov time!! Comments and reblogs are better than Fitz crying!

Warnings: swearing

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Keefe ran away.

To a place he can not follow.

Fitz isn't exactly sure what they expect his reaction to be. Sophie stares at him like she's waiting for a bomb to explode. Biana worries her lip with her teeth, a habit she'd broken years ago, and Dex twists his fingers into knots until the knuckles turn white.

"He's gone?" Tam leaves out the word they are all thinking. Fitz hates him for it: he wants to tell him to say it. Remind everyone that this happens all too often. He is rewarded with a dull glance up, eyes widening in mock surprise. "Typical."

This is the part where he becomes a tea kettle and starts screaming.

But Fitz just says, "Let him stay there." His insides twist tighter than Dex's hands. He doesn't think he remembers how to breathe.

"I think he doesn't want to be found this time," Sophie admits. "Last time, we only knew where he was because I hitched a ride. This time, there's no way to know."

"Good. Let him stay there," Fitz repeats. His throat chokes on itself, but Biana's giving him the look that means his face has gone into a mask again, cold and stony, poster child of sculpted stone. "The Forbidden Cities? God, I've told him about being there enough. Alvar's told him enough. He knows plenty. He'll be fine without us."

Without me.

But they've been without each other for a long time, haven't they? Fitz thinks they've been playing hide and seek, lost and found, ever since Keefe left the first time and took a chunk of his heart with him. They've never had the conversation about its safe return, and so he continues with a hole in his heart and the missing piece too close and too far away.

"Fitz—"

"I agree," Wylie says, hands folded behind his back, eyes stormy. "He can always light leap away at any danger." He's perhaps the one who knows Keefe least, and maybe this is why Fitz feels a sudden surge of anger. Who is Wylie to decide Keefe's not worth saving? Agreement feels laced with poison to him, every word an insult and his saving grace.

Maybe he didn't mean it.

But there are nods now. So Fitz nods, forces a smile on his ice-cold face. "He doesn't need us." He's trying so hard not to let his bitterness leak through.

Sophie, he knows, isn't fooled. Not Biana, either. Tam meets his eyes and shakes his head like he knows the push and pull of the maelstrom whisking his lungs around his body, the nausea rising in his throat. But no one says anything. They can't find anything that doesn't call him a liar.

He ran away from you.

"How do you know where he is?" Stina is the one to ask the question, fingers twisting in the loose curls past her shoulders.

Sophie hesitates. "He... he left me a letter."

Another sting, another fire in his head.

He is a liar. Perhaps to himself, because he knows that this time, the cowardice had nothing to do with him and everything to do with the danger of newness and the violence of terror. All of Keefe's worst fears.

I know you, Fitz will say when he sees him again. So why does it feel like you've forgotten everything I ever was?

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Fitz digs through his bedsheets, under his pillow, under the mattress, inside his pillowcase, fingers flying desperately across gold-trimmed navy blue.

His desk sits in disarray, every drawer spilled out across the carpet he's checked under, every pocket of every item of clothing turned inside out to check for anything, any acknowledgment of his existence. Of his importance.

His bathroom is spotlessly clean, as always. There is no space to hide an envelope. No place to hide a letter.

The fire builds with every moment. Nothing, nothing— Fitz rips the sheets from his bed in vain, the mattress empty—nothing.

He left him with nothing.

Fitz lets himself erupt, punching the wall hard enough to make him leap back, cradling his fist. He needs something broken that isn't him. He needs to be fixed. He needs to be fixed. Keefe needs to be fixed. Everything is broken.

His pillow explodes behind him with a pop, sending brightly colored feathers fluttering all through the air, and Fitz whirls to face it.

He hadn't realized he was outward channeling. His hands shake a little, and he's not sure whether it's from the effort or from all the feelings forced down his throat. He swallows hard.

Fitz sits carefully on his bare mattress. Keefe used to sprawl out on it like he owned it, fingers barely brushing the headboard as he flung them back past his head and mussed his hair a little more—but that doesn't matter anymore. The bed is empty.

He doesn't know why he thought Keefe would care enough to leave him a letter. He would have taken a note like the ones he remembers reading about in human books during younger library visits: Gone fishing. Be back in a few hours, maybe a century. When the world has moved on without me. Moved on from me.

What a fucking coward.

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I discovered Kinnporsche by accident. I think around April/May of last year I watched The Untamed and started reading fics/passively following content on tumblr/ watching bts content for the show on ig and YouTube and I guess somehow ended up seeing an edit of KP scenes, if I’m not wrong it was either EP4 or EP7.

After that it was one mad dash to catching up on 8 episodes because I distinctly remember watching reaching EP 9 and being wtf its ongoing shit I have to wait a WHOLE week for the next episode? I still remember how amazing it felt to watch Mile Apo and their sizzling hot chemistry and holy shit Porsche as a character I don’t think months later I can even begin to explain what drew me to him.

But even then I was still mostly just lurking/reblogging.

And then EP 10 hit and everything else that followed after was THE BOMB. I just couldn’t stop by myself from making VP posts just thoughts ideas reactions to them. I was doing tag novels, commenting on fics. Just for a while I was present here, engaged, talking excited about something after a really really long time.

And before I knew it there were mutuals I found whole would leave a prev tag or a response to my tag or a you-should-write-the-fic and it just made really fucking happy.

I don’t know where I’m going with this but just that for a really short time Kinnporsche made me really fucking happy and it was the thing that made me want to pick up writing again to want to be part of something to not just passively watch and move on.

#kinnporsche #still haven’t got the courage to share my writing but probably soon I will #but regardless I did not expect to find myself crying tonight over this #but I’m just you know really fucking glad I stumbled on this show

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That's 3,112 more posts than 2021!

674 posts created (22%)

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Only 33% of my posts had no tags

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#spock - 95 posts

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#<- prev tags - 40 posts

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#knowing how casually they discovered time warp they probably invented some kind of gravity-modifier device that they never speak about lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

found my stylophone so obviously had to play this :p

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“I am not, the hell, a man. Nor am I from the so-called sunshine state” florida man stated in an exclusive interview.

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‘the city on the edge of forever’ original teleplay, harlan ellison

‘killing time’ (first edition), della van hise

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My #1 post of 2022

imagine you start watching this new show and it’s a silly little show about space set in the future then they announce the next season so you wait excitedly for five months and finally it’s here… you all sit round the tv and suddenly one of the main characters who is known for being unemotional starts going mad because of “biology…” and you slowly realise that he needs to have sex or he’s going to die so the other main character risks his entire career to help him out then they start ‘wrestling’ on the sand and the one going through the mating fever ends up killing the other guy which ends the fever but now he’s depressed because he just killed his best friend but wait he’s not actually dead the unemotional one is overjoyed everything’s fine and then they go back to work like nothing happened… you look at everyone else sitting in stunned silence thinking “did any one else think that was a little… yknow” then you accidentally start modern fandom and shipping culture

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Constellations Ch. 5

Prev. Chapter - Next Chapter - First Chapter

Chapter Titles include: *Captain America PSA voice* So you've witnessed your first ghost attack, Baby's first battle, What literally everyone has been waiting for, Guess Who? Ghost Edition, and Sam Judo flips Draco. Buckle in this is a long one folks.

(Notes: Just a reminder that Danny spent a whole summer with the Malfoy’s before GoF. As such, I didn't think it felt right if all of Draco’s interactions in the book were exactly the same. So there were definitely some changes through the year, including him not being as big of a jerk.

Danny made him think about things.

….He was still a jerk though.)

..........

A week after Danny left Malfoy Manor, Draco’s parents took him to the Quidditch World Cup.

It was thrilling, as it always was. His father had made sure they had top box seats, as the Minister's personal guests even, with a sizable donation to St. Mungo's.

But all Draco could think of was that it would be a lot more fun if Danny had been with him.

He could have talked to Danny about the tactics and strategies they were using in the game. About the differences between school and professional games.

Danny probably would have laughed at the mascots brought out and told him another wild story from his hometown.

He hadn't even noticed Potter and his friends till the minister was showing him off like a prized owl. Draco rolled his eyes and ignored them.

Maybe it was better Danny hadn't come. He'd be insisting to meet Draco's "arch enemy". He found Draco’s hatred of the Gryffindors comical.

The match and the whole trip back to the luxury temporary house his parents had commissioned weeks before, were nothing but a whirlwind Draco didn't quite remember. It had been a relief to escape into the charmed house, where none of the partying outside could be heard.

The next thing Draco knew, his mother was pulling him out of bed.

"Get up Draco." She ordered. "Dress quickly and follow me."

His mother was waiting by the door by the time he made it down the stairs. It was only opened an inch, but Draco could hear the screams and spell fire coming from outside.

His mother looked at him, her hand on the door. "I'm going to get Lucius. Wait for us just inside the tree line."

Draco felt like a rock had suddenly dropped in his stomach. "Where's Father?"

"Don't worry about that," she said softly. She leaned forward to cup his face. "Wait for us, and stay out of the way."

And Draco did as she asked. He followed the crowd, till he made it to the forest. From there he wandered just in the tree line till he found a hidden clearing with a view to the camp grounds.

His back hit a tree and he grabbed his elbows, slowly sliding to the forest floor, for once not caring about the leaves and dirt that would get all over his expensive robes. All he could think about was "What if Danny had come with?"

He wasn't stupid, he knew what was happening as he saw flashes of red and green and a family of muggles spinning above pointed wands. He knew exactly who was out there. A dark head flopped forward and Draco felt his stomach twist into knots.

That could have been his brother.

There was a part of Draco that always….knew this was how muggles and squib were treated by some wixen. It was a mindset he had always known, this is how muggles were supposed to be treated. It was what he was raised on.

And Danny….Danny was such a muggle. He never hid his upbringing, always going on about the things he did and how different it was in the wizarding world. He gladly called himself a squib, a defiant look in his eyes as if he was taking the almost slur and reclaiming it as something to be proud of.

That could've been Danny. But he's safe.

He's safe.

For the first time in his life, Draco hated being a pureblood.

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Look what I'm working ;)

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"Sam, what are you planning?" Danny leaned over her shoulder to see what she was writing. "Oh….I don't see how any of that will help."

"What are you planning to force on me?" Draco asked.

Sam smirked at him and started counting on her fingers, "The Craft, Blair Witch Project, Hocus Pocus-"

"One of those is not like the other Sam." Tucker said.

"Hush. Hansel and Gretel-"

"Maybe not that one!" Danny hissed.

Tucker snorted, "Isn't that the one with the guy that plays Hawkeye? Also the one that-"

"Yes," Danny interrupted, shoving his hand in Tucker's face, "What about Lord of the Rings? Mary Poppins, Nanny McPhee, Narnia?"

"Sleepy Hollow, Elvira, The Crucible." Sam continued.

Danny paused, "Maybe The Crucible, if only because it's on the study guide. He's staying for the entire summer, I'd rather not traumatize him. Please. I am begging you."

She looked at him flatly, "Then beg."

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Broke: Isabela Madrigal is lesbian and that's why she doesn't want to marry

Woke: Isabela Madrigal is asexual and she's not interested in marriage at all

Bespoke: Isabela Madrigal is an asexual lesbian in the way that she thinks girls are pretty but keeps getting distracted by carnivorous plants, throwing cacti around, and dyeing her hair and dress different colors

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People always make like....Dan or some eldircth being or Vlad the opposition when writing King Danny but yall are sleeping on a great potential villain:

Walker

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My #1 post of 2022

Constellations Ch. 4

[Alternatively titled: Draco's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

And, I just want to say, I love you guys :^) ]

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Homeroom/English Literature

Wes came back with a scowl and refused to look in Danny or Draco's direction. Danny considered that a win for today. Mr. Lancer considered phoning Walter Weston about taking Wes out of school for the day.

"Semester tests are in two weeks," Mr. Lancer said, "The tests will take place on the last few days of school, and are optional for students that meet the proper requirements. For those of you who didn't quite make the grade, or didn't make it to class, " He shot a pointed look to Danny, "You will have to take them. I'll pass out the study guide, and we will spend this week going over it and reviewing the test material. For those of you opting out of the test, consider this a free period so long as you remain quiet and unobtrusive to those studying."

He started passing out the thick sheets of paper. Dash groaned when he got his, "Mr. Lancer this is, like, 50 pages long!"

"Front and back." Valerie muttered, flicking through the pages.

"It's only twelve pages, but if you don't think it's enough-"

He was immediately met with protests from around the room, insisting 'No, it's fine! We don't need anymore!'. He smirked.

Handing a packet to Danny's recent tag-a-long, he said, "Even though you won't be taking any tests, perhaps you could help Mr. Fenton study his. It would at least give you something to do in class."

Draco took the plain sheets of paper with furrowed brows and Mr. Lancer continued down the aisle. Quickly scanning over the paper, he leaned over and asked, "Danny what is 'Shakespeare'?"

Danny stared at him. He turned to Sam, "You are helping me study."

Mr. Lancer finished passing out the papers, and proceeded up front to go over them. Half the class was playing on their phones underneath their desks. (Or in Paulina's case, just holding it up in front of her face.)

The other half was at least attempting to take notes. Wes muttered furiously under his breath and Valerie was viciously scribbling down everything she could. Tucker jotted down schematic notes between questions as he thought about different improvements he could make to his tech and the Fenton's. Sam was reading something covered in black leather and dust underneath the table. Danny started out taking notes but then got distracted trying to explain….pretty much everything on the study guide to Draco.

Tucker leaned over, "Do you guys not have English Lit where you're from?"

Draco gave him a scathing look. "We have practical classes, on subjects we use in our daily lives. Why on Earth would you need to know-" he squinted at the paper, "'Who seems less impulsive and more realistic- Romeo or Juliet?' What use is that?"

Sam made a hm noise and pulled out a paper.

"Sam, what are you planning?" Danny leaned over her shoulder to see what she was writing. "Oh….I don't see how any of that will help."

"What are you planning to force on me?" Draco asked.

Sam smirked at him and started counting on her fingers, "The Craft, Blair Witch Project, Hocus Pocus-"

"One of those is not like the other Sam." Tucker said.

"Hush. Hansel and Gretel-"

"Maybe not that one!" Danny hissed.

Tucker snorted, "Isn't that the one with the guy that plays Hawkeye? Also the one that-"

"Yes," Danny interrupted, shoving his hand in Tucker's face, "What about Lord of the Rings? Mary Poppins, Nanny McPhee, Narnia?"

"Sleepy Hollow, Elvira, The Crucible." Sam continued.

Danny paused, "Maybe The Crucible, if only because it's on the study guide. He's staying for the entire summer, I'd rather not traumatize him. Please. I am begging you."

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Life Hack: If you wander into the woods with a fancy feast, this guy will appear and sell you mildly cursed items at a 0% discount.

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seriously who let the mortals onto faeblr

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Who says I'm mortal?

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Okay update. @\am-i-the-asshole-official blocked me because they think my asks are """bait""" because they're fucking cowards. Fucking hate this web-site sometimes. Anyway update, if you wanna catch up you can check my #adventurer bullshit tag because I am NOT repeating alllll that lmao.

So latest update: they stole a copy of their fucking contract? Somehow? Which I mean I GUESS is fine but did they break into my fucking house?? Livid. Beyond livid. I don't know what they're planning on doing with this information either and I need to figure out. Whaaaaat it is they want. I have been so fucking reasonable with these two i swear to the fucking stars. Anyway. I found this out while TRYING TO GIVE THEM ANOTHER JOB!!! Can you believe this shit. Okay so in some fairness I haven't actually offered the job to them yet because I need to figure out the appropriate rates. But this seems extraordinarily reasonable of me and I just. I am so fed up with this cat. This has been such a long journey and I am tired and I don't know if I can do this anymore.

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Since people keep asking. I want them to participate in an experiment. I can't disclose too many details but they'll be well-compensated and I have the appropriate consent forms and everything.

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Mmm shouldn't've put that one in this thread. Deleting that.

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Quick, everyone reblog this version.

#employer bullshit

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...his what

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Was mindlessly scrolling my dash til I activated my brain and was looking for 1 post from Kaun's blog and then I saw another post I wanted to reply to while scrolling his blog (the mutual one) and I was looking at it like: Do I send an ask actually? So I scrolled up and was thinking like: Hmmm... Maybe I'll just reblog it and put <-prev and then I scroll back down and I couldn't find it again and I was like scrolling back and forth for a whole 5 minutes like: Am I blind???? I CAN'T FIND IT-- Should I just send an ask then??!?!?!?? And I finally found it and then I was looking for the other post like: Ohgod I can't find this one too-- So I just went scrolled theough a random related post, clicked the tag and when I finally found it I'm like... Wait... What I'm about to reply isn't related much to the post though I'd just make my own post-- And I'm just sitting here like Man... Why'd I fought through scrolling a blog for nearly 15 minutes looking for a post I aint even gonna reply to anyway--

#aria rants #fighting for my life in my mutual's blog bro i dont even know why i did that #also the post i wanted to reply to initially was the siff hc post cuz i found out that #bpd-havers got a ''favourite person'' thing and i was like: ooohh #and then after a few mins passed i realized one of my ocs got smth like that #and im like: wAI A SECOND-- thats a bpd thing?!?!?!??! like i just accidentally made an oc with bpd #so now i gotta research some more bout that before i proceed with it cuz honestly #i didnt rlly realize that. i just gave my oc smth like that cuz it just fits?#wai lemme explain a lil more bout it in a different post than just the tags

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pairing: henry mills x oc a/n: this one’s shorter and doesn’t really go into the details of most of the scenes but that's because i didn’t really have anything to add. you’ve all seen the show this shouldn’t be a problem. hope you enjoy, please reblog and tell me what you thought! warnings: once again, did not edit this. wordcount: 1063

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The ball flew into the air, nearly touching the ceiling before gravity pulled it down and it landed in Max’s hand, and she threw it up once more. She was supposed to be working on her homework; she had even canceled taking Henry to his session with Dr. Hopper since the assignment was due yesterday, but her brain still wasn’t cooperating, so she’d settled on playing with the ball she’d won at the arcade one time.

A knock sounded against the door. The sound distracted Max from her game of one-person-catch and the ball landed in her face. She cursed quietly, before throwing the ball on her bed and getting up, wondering who the knocker could be.

She opened the door, and in the hallway stood Henry. His face was red and tears were streaming down his cheeks. Max immediately felt very sad and very angry. “Henry, what’s wrong?” she asked.

He didn’t answer, instead he threw himself into Max’s arms. She was quick to return the embrace, rubbing soothing circles through his hair and whispering words of comfort.

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She only waited for a couple seconds before Emma opened the door. Upon seeing Max, her eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Hey, kid. What is it?” “It’s Henry.”

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She had tagged along with Emma to yell at Dr. Hopper for calling Henry crazy, a decision clearly brought on by Regina, but it seemed to have been a mistake to leave Henry alone. He had now escaped to explore the collapsing mines, hoping to find some sort of proof that the curse was real. Archie had gone in after him before Max could, and just as he did, the entrance had collapsed as well.

Emma had the brilliant idea of removing the rocks blocking the entrance, which only seemed to make it collapse faster, and Regina did nothing but argue with her. Max’s heart was pounding the entire time, and the constant barking from Pongo wasn’t helping, either.

Explosions were the next idea, and that didn’t work either. Man, she thought grownups were supposed to know what they're doing.

At this point Max was just trying to focus on the good parts (Henry wasn’t there, so she would have to do it for him): no one had sent her home or tried to keep her out of their discussions. She was just as much a part of the rescue mission as the others.

Not that she was contributing much. Partly because she couldn’t think of anything, and partly because that stupid dog wouldn’t stop–

Wait.

“Shut up!” Max interrupted the grownups' frantic conversation, and they all listened, turning towards her. “Pongo,” she said, running towards the firetruck where the workers had locked the dog in, and opened the door. “He’s Archie’s dog!”

Her explanation was enough for the group of adults, and they all followed the dog as it tried sniffing his owner out.

“He’s found something!” said Emma, as the dog stopped, and a quick sweeping away of the leaves on the ground revealed an airshaft that went down to the mines. They got the bars off, leaving a deep hole leading down.

Regina frowned. “So, what now?”

“You need to lower someone straight down, or the line will collapse the sides of the shaft,” said Marco.

“Lower me down,” said Regina.

Emma shook her head. “No way, I’ll do it.”

“Actually,” said Graham, “It’s too narrow for either of you to fit.”

Max let out a shaky breath. “I can do it.” Her voice was steady as she looked at the adults with an unwavering determination in her eyes.

Graham shook his head. “No way. I can’t send a little kid down there.”

“Please,” Max begged, trying to stop the tears from escaping her eyes, “let me do it. Henry’s all I got!” She turned to look at Regina as she said the last sentence. She had identical tears in her eyes, and Max knew she could relate to what she’d said.

Something passed between them then. An understanding. Maybe they weren’t as bad as they thought.

Regina turned to Graham. “Let her.”

Strapping on the harness only took a minute, and soon they had attached it to the truck, and Max was being lowered down into the hole. If the situation wasn't so dire, she would’ve marveled at how cool bad-ass this was.

After a while, she started hearing voices from below her, and she grinned, now filled with hope. Things were going to be just fine.

“Do you guys have room for one more down there, or do you wanna get out of here?” she shouted, altering the boy and man to her presence.

Henry looked up from the small elevator-type thing they were in, and when he spotted Max, his face lit up with that wonderfully bright grin of his. “Max! I knew you’d come!”

A sweet smile spread across her lips at that.

Dr. Hopper lifted Henry up, and he clung onto Max, arms and legs wrapped around her. When the ground started shaking again and the elevator started falling to the ground, it seemed for a second that Dr. Hopper wouldn’t make it, but in the last second he hooked his umbrella into a clasp attached to Max’s harness.

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It was later in the evening, and Emma, Max and Henry were still sitting by the mines, watching Dr. Hopper and Marco talk to each other — or Jiminy Cricket and Geppetto, according to Henry’s theories. Max had her arm wrapped around Henry’s waist, and he was resting his head on her shoulder.

“Is that Archie’s father?” asked Emma.

“No,” said Henry slowly; she could tell he was getting tired. “They’re just old friends.”

Emma leaned into Henry and took his hand. “You really scared me,” she said seriously.

“I’m sorry.”

Marco and Dr. Hopper finished their joyous reunion, and turned towards where the three of them were sitting.

“Gentlemen,” Emma greeted, before turning back to Henry. “Come on. Your mom wants to take you home.”

Henry lifted his head from Max’s shoulder and nodded, preparing to get up, but stopped himself. “Hey!” he said. “Listen.”

Max frowned and tried listening to what Henry was talking about. She gasped as she realized. “Crickets,” she said, smiling. They were chirping.

They had never done that before.

“They’re back,” said Henry, and turned to Max with a matching smile. “Things are changing.”

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A/n: I know the whole “it’s too narrow for Emma to fit” thing doesn’t make any sense since Archie gets out that way later but ssssshhhhh.

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gremlin-girly · 1 month ago

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Kinktober Day 6

Kink: Handjobs

Pairing: Room mate!Steve Rogers x f!Room mate! Reader

Tags/ Warnings: SMUT, room mates to lovers (ig?), listening/watching of porn, JOI porn, smutty audiobook mentioned, descriptions of masturbation (m and f), praise and petnames (good boy, baby, sweetheart), handjob (m recieving), soft!dom!reader X submissive!Steve (the man just needs some taking care of)

Not Beta read (I'll have to edit my mistakes when I have the chance!)

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Your roommate forgets to disconnect his Bluetooth headphones from his phone, leading to an embarrassing moment between you both that segues into something more.

I hope you enjoy; likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

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A/N: And they were roommates...

Originally, I had planned for this to go in a slightly different direction - but prefferred this!

But I have to admit, I do like a good roomates to lovers and have been playing with a few ideas of a Roommate!Steve (and potentially a Roommate!Bucky) so I may have accidentally started a little collection... Sorry for posting late, migraines all day had me conked out, just a double whammy for tonight!- Love, Grem x

You’d fallen into a nice routine since moving in with Steve. He was the perfect roommate, an utter gentleman, and easy on the eyes too. You knew being Captain America was a stressful full time job, and you were surprised to find that behind the stoic, stern symbol of hope was a friendly artist from Brooklyn.

It had taken Steve some time in getting used to you being around. When he went away on his first mission outside of the US , he’d forgotten you now lived with him and had startled you on your way to the bathroom. He’d been so apologetic about it and you'd just laughed. From then on, he’d text you when he was on his way home from a mission and from then on you always made sure there were leftovers in the fridge for him.

Occasionally you’d spend time together, watching a movie, or idle chit chat as you cooked breakfast for you both. Steve slowly but surely came out of his shell and relaxed around you – and you him – cracking jokes, gently ribbing each other. You didn’t miss the way the tips of his ears burned when you complimented him or how your heart fluttered when he’d brush past you to throw a dirty mug into the sink. But you were just roommates.

And you were currently a roommate with dead headphones.

“Steve?” you emerged from your room and padded out into the living area, spotting Steve who quickly locked his phone looking at you with wide eyes. You locked an eyebrow as you approached. “You alright?”

“Y-Yeah.” He clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair. “Thought you were in bed.”

You shrug helplessly. “Dead headphones. Could I borrow yours whilst mine charge please? If that’s okay?”

Steve nods and twists to point over at the kitchen counter. “Yeah, sure. They should be over there somewhere.”

You waltz over to the counter and find the headphone case easily, missing how Steve’s eyes follow your figure. You turn back to him and smile, wiggling the case.

“Thanks, lifesaver. Couldn’t miss the next chapter of my book.”

Steve smiles back but his expression looks like a mixture of disappointment and relief that you seem to be leaving to head back to your room. “No worries. Night.”

“Night. Don't stay up too late, Stevie.” You say as you grasp the handle to your door. Steve only hums in response and waits for you to be safely shut away in your room before unlocking his phone again.

He runs his hand over his face as he looks down at the videos before him. It wasn’t the first time he visited porn sites, but lately he’d found the perfect stress relief after a day of being Captain America. He felt the shame trickle down his spine and pushed away the guilty thoughts that plagued him in moments like these. Captain America being told what to do? Having powerful women instruct him to jerk off, shower him with praise, and tell him when to cum was more than enough for blackmail, let alone the jokes that Tony would make if the information ever saw the light of day. And you had almost caught him.

Steve shivers, palming his growing erection over his joggers. God, it was worse knowing he liked you almost catching him. Would you have flustered? Or would you have complimented his cock with that teasing smile you always seem to wear?

Steve curses under his breath at the thought, cock twitching. He shakes his head to try and rid himself of the thought but it sticks, and he scrolls through the myriad of videos until he finds a promising one. With one final cautionary glance at your door, he shuffles his joggers and boxers down to take out his hardening cock. He only needs the volume low thanks to super soldier hearing and you’d either be fast asleep or listening to whatever audio book you were listening to this month to hear what has about to happen. Steve makes himself comfortable again the sofa pillows, leaning into them and pumping his cock a few times thinking about how good you must look right now cuddled under the covers in those tight pyjama shorts. Before he gets lots in the daydream, he hits play on the video, continuing to stroke himself but slowly now; awaiting his instructions. After a moment there’s still no sound. Steve clicks the buttons to up the volume, continuing slow ministrations and thinking of you.

Before Steve had pressed play, you had been lying in bed with the headphones in, debating whether or not you would go to hell for using your hot roommate Bluetooth headphones to listen to smut. Your body flushed at the thought but... you needed an extra helping hand before bed tonight since you’d had a particularly stressful day too. Steve didn’t need to know.

When the audio kicked in, you thought you had accidentally hit play, and allowed yourself to be subjected to your fate. You heaved a contented, almost smug sigh, eyes fluttering closed as you reached down under the band of your pyjama shorts. The narrator’s voice sounded different somehow. Maybe they’d changed actors? Then she started giving instructions. Your frown with your eyes closed, fingers finding your clit but not moving. It isn’t until you hear the words “good boy” being uttered that your eyes fly open in horror.

Steve’s headphones are still connected to his phone.

Steve is watching porn.

Steve doesn’t know you can hear it.

Your face burns red with embarrassment and you scramble to get the earphones out of your ears. Even though you shouldn’t, you feel heat pool between your legs. You should tell him. He hasn’t realised. But would it be weird? If you disconnect the headphones he might suspect it but if you text him it’d be worse. And God forbid you see what he’s doing in the living room.

Your fingers hover over the Bluetooth icon on your phone. Your imagination is running wild and now you really don’t think you need your smutty little audiobook anymore.

The volume gets turned up on the headphones again and you can hear the woman continue talking through instructions in a sultry voice. You panic, blushing furiously, and rip the covers away from you. You trip out of bed, grasping at the headphones and call out.

“STEVE!”

Big mistake.

You balk. Why did you call for him? You hide your head under your hands as you hear Steve scramble in the living room, cursing as he knocks a foot against the coffee table. He bursts into your room, face flushed, and sees you lying on the floor. You don’t look up. You can’t meet his eyes.

Steve opens his mouth to ask if you’re alright, you look like you’ve fallen out of bed, but as he does he hears it. In the blind panic to help you, he forgot to hit pause. The sounds from the video echoing from the headphones in your grasp. Red creeps up Steve’s neck and face and he stammers. This was a nightmare.

“ohmygod,” he breathes out, hiding his face. “Oh- Y/N – God- How long were you-?” He stops himself clearly even more flustered by the fact you may have (totally) been listening.

You remember you still exist and your head snaps up, equally as red as Steve’s, meeting his glimmering blue eyes with an apologetic look.

“I thought it was mine.” You clarify, and Steve looks like he might pass out.

“What do you mean yours?”

“I... thought it was my audiobook.” Your voice grows quieter at your admission and you give Steve a sheepish look. You both stare at each other for an age; each wrapping your head’s around the new information you’d discovered about each other, and trying to come to terms with the tension that was now entirely palpable between you.

You were the first to speak, lips twitching into a smirk slightly. “So.... do we want to talk about this?”

The smirk made Steve’s cock twitch. There it was, the same teasing smirk you always gave him. He had been so close to cumming when you’d called out for him, and the embarrassment that followed ruined the high, but at least he’d have material to work with when he went back to his bed.

Steve held up his hands and found himself smiling nervously down at you. “No thanks, I think I’ll pass.”

“That’s it, good boy.”

You have to bite back a laugh as the woman’s voice erupts from the headphones in your hand. Steve looks like he wants the ground to swallow him.

“She’s really going for it,” you comment, trying to break the ice. Steve starts to grin but he groans. You’d heard him sigh and groan before, and it never ceased to make you hot and bothered. “I see why you like it so much.”

“Please don’t.” Steve chuckles softly. “My old heart can’t take it. I’m sorry I forgot to disconnect them.”

“S’all good.” You clamber to your feet and hold out his headphones to him, Immediately wiping your sweaty palms onto your pyjama shorts. “And for what it’s worth, totally normal. Don’t be too embarrassed.”

“Hrm,” Steve grumbles, looking at the headphones in his large palm. When his gaze shifts back to you, he’s smirking slightly with a raised eyebrow. “And you thought this was your...?” He can’t quite get himself to say the word porn, but you roll your eyes playfully at him.

“My porn audiobook – yes.” Your eyes narrow teasingly at him. “But I’ll only share it with you if you’re a good boy.”

Steve’s body goes rigid, and your expression softens. “Sorry. Too soon to joke about it?”

Steve’s looking down at you, pupils blown wide, trying to learn how to breathe again and hide the fact that his cock is rock hard between you. He shakes his head gently and clears his throat.

“N-no. It’s fine.” Steve huffs, eyes still fixated on you. Heat unfurls between your thighs under his gaze.

“Steve?” Your voice is so quiet it’s barely audible. Your heart beats in your ears and you watch Steve’s Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly.

“yeah?” his voice is hoarse, bordering on desperate.

“Do you want me to call you a good boy?” You murmur. You watch as his eyes flutter and he bites down on his plush lip, suppressing a throaty sound that you’re sure sounds like a strangled whimper that makes your pussy throb with excitement. “It’s okay. You can say it. I don’t mind.”

“Fuck.” Steve curses, half turning away from you. When he turns, you can see the tent in his joggers and you almost swoon at the sight. “We shouldn’t-“

“Not what I asked, Stevie.” You say firmly. Steve’s eyes betray his thoughts and he only nods. You offer him your hand with a soft smile. “You’re okay – I’ve got you.”

The reassurance seems to be what he needs because the super soldier allows you to lead him to your bed. You let him sit down first and you stand between his muscular thighs. He’s still almost as tall as you sitting down, but you’re just that little bit taller like this to cup his face and tilt it up towards you to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. Steve breathes hard through his nose, his eyes close, and his shoulders slowly sag as you kiss. His big hands ghost over your thighs to settle on your hips. When you pull away to take a breath, you smile down at him, still cupping his soft clean shaven face.

“Good boy,” Your murmur against his lips and Steve audibly sighs in delight. “Now, undress and lay back for me. I wanna take care of you.”

You don’t need to tell him twice. His shirt is the first thing to go, tossed to the floor somewhere. Your eyes rake down his chest and your hands follow tracing the outlines of his taut muscles. He shivers underneath your touch and his breathing hitches when you reach the waistband of his joggers. There's barely anything left to the imagination with Steve's length straining against the thing fabric and you watch as Steve's blue eyes look up at you one last time; searching yours in case you want to back out. Before the point of no return.

He obeys, quietly shuffling back. His breathing is deep and laboured, his eyes never leave you as you kneel between his legs on your bed. You're hot all over - you dreamed of having him in your bed but now that he was here you almost felt self-conscious. But you had meant what you said when you told him you wanted to take care of him. Gently wrapping your fingers around his cock, the heat and hardness of the smooth skin making your mouth water, you pump a few times to adjust your grip. Steve lets out a breathy sigh but watches closely.

You swallow and nod at him, urging him with a barely audible "Go on," as encouragement. When Steve's cock is free, you lick your lips subconsciously at the sight. Big was an understatement and there's a dribble of pre-cum leaking from the tip already. You can feel Steve watching you, patiently waiting instruction, and your eyes meet his again.

"Further back onto the bed, Stevie."

You set a steady rhythm, Steve's breath hitching as you pump his weeping cock and shower him with praises making his head fall back into your pillows with muffled moans. As sexy as it was watching Steve try to suppress his moans by biting his (ridiculously) soft lips, you were desperate to hear them. Especially if, after tonight, things became... awkward at best.

"Don't keep those pretty sounds from me," You coo lasciviously at him, letting a blob of spit slowly roll from your tongue and drip onto the tip of his cock. The gasp Steve emits makes his whole body jerk, and heat rushes to his face. His cock twitches as you pump him harder, faster and now slicker, smirking up at him with that devilish grin he sees every night before he closes his eyes.

"Oh, fuuuuck." Steve moans loudly, and you chuckle; pleased he listened and pleased by how his eyes roll back and how he can't seem to stop his hips jerking.

"You were such a good boy Stevie but you should have said something. And let me take care of you." Your voice is low and seductive, you barely recognise it's you who's speaking. It's not often you get to be like this and your brain (or another organ entirely) is speaking without thinking.

"That's it baby, be nice and loud for me."

Steve huffs, brows furrowing softly trying to focus himself; which only spurs you on more. You grip his cock a little harder, expertly gliding your hand up and down.

"You like thinking about this when you're alone, Stevie? When I've been across the hall this entire time?"

"Shit, yes - oh." Steve groans again, cock twitching in your palm. You feel a sense of pride, and a flutter of something you dare not mention, at the confession. You're glad it's not just one-sided attraction, at the very least.

"Mm, I should have." Steve hums, breathing becoming heavier and heavier by the second. You are relentless, pumping him with the occasional trail of drool, and unabashed praises of him just to watch him squirm under your touch.

"Your cock is so pretty Stevie," Your murmur to him, watching his sac tighten as you fist his cock faster. "I can't wait to taste it."

Both the comment itself and the very thought of having your lips around his cock, make Steve cum so hard his vision blurs for a few seconds. His face and neck are flushed and he's coated in his own cum, panting hard with his eyes closed. You smile at the sight, committing it to memory before any guilt or shame sets in. You stealthily move over him to your bedside table to grab some wet wipes. Steve barely moves at the shift on the bed, but his eyes peek over to you and you gently smile down at him. You pull a wet-wipe free and hand it to him, unsure how he'd react to you cleaning him up.

"You okay, sweetheart?" You ask softly, sitting against the edge of the bed as Steve graciously takes the wipe from you. His face his bright red still and you start feeling the nibbles of guilt at the edges of your mind. You had both been willing and horny... but perhaps jeopardising your friendship to make Captain America cum wasn't the smartest idea.

"Mm." Steve clears his throat, still avoiding eye contact, and takes another wet-wipe. You fight the urge to make a joke about the super-soldier amount of cum. Not now.

"Hey," You reach out to touch his shoulder but stop when Steve looks over at you with his baby blues still blown wide. "This doesn't have to change anything if you don't want it to. We can pretend this never happened."

You shuffle awkwardly on the edge of your bed, grasping your hands in your lap. "But I... liked it. And I wouldn't mind if you wanted to... spend the night in here."

"I think I'd like that." He mumbles. "And I think I'd like to do it again sometime."

You can't tell if you've crossed the line from reassurance to worry for a moment. The silence drags for what feels like an eternity until Steve's features go from flustered to soft, with that cute smile he does so well.

Now it's your turn to go red. "Good. Great."

Steve chuckles. "But first, since you heard my audio... I think it's fair I heard yours."

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youarejesting · 4 years ago

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Mania.4

[MASTER LIST] [Mania Master list]

Beta: N/A Rating: Mature 18+ Pairing: BTS OT7 Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Comedy, Omegaverse Words: 1.3k Blood types: Namjoon, Jhope, Jungkook, Yoongi (A) Taehyung (AB) Jin, Jimin and Yoongi (O) (Jimin in real life is an A blood type)

Summary: At eighteen everyone takes a blood test to find out their blood types. A, B, or O. Each blood type represents the person’s secondary gender Alpha, Beta or Omega and can be Dominant (+) or Recessive (-).

When small thin Yoongi receives his letter he doesn’t expect A+. There was no way he was an Alpha especially not a dominant. But as time passes he shows no Alpha nor Omega tendencies and frankly he doesn’t care. Working in his father’s electrical business helps pay the bills but Yoongi’s real passion is music.

One very hot day in the roof space of a luxury apartment that Yoongi is rewiring an intoxicatingly pleasant smell churns his insides and he finds himself in need of something to quench his thirst.

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Yoongi almost felt normal, well his ‘normal’ before everything he knew turned upside and inside out. He was back to working in his father’s business and all he had to do was take one small pill. Pulling on his jumpsuit, he called his father just to confirm, he was perfectly capable of completing the work he missed.

Grabbing the keys, the bottle of pills, he decided against the stronger dose as the mild one worked perfectly fine yesterday. Getting into the van he put the address into his GPS and drove to the gated estate in which the famous band members stayed. It was a long drive but Yoongi couldn’t even bring himself to be tired, he wondered if it was the iced americano that made him happy. He repressed any thoughts that it might have something to do with the fact he was heading back to the apartment filled with the impressive Alphas and beautiful Omegas.

He would be lying if he hadn’t felt his heart flutter when he thought about seeing Seokjin and Jimin again in the flesh and a tiny flutter in his tummy when he thought of the Powerful Alpha’s each with a delicious scent that haunted him.

Yoongi pulled into the driveway and stopped before the Barrier Arm his window in line with the security booth, he leaned over showing his ID and giving his business.

“You aren’t on the list?” Yoongi frowned and called the number Seokjin had given him and it went through on the third call.

“Hello, this is Kim Seokjin,” the omega answered, making Yoongi take a sharp breath, his mouth feeling dry.

“Hey, it’s Min Yoongi, your electrician, I am out the front to finish up the repairs but I can’t get in, I can come back another day if it’s not a convenient time” Yoongi flushed as the security guard watched him, it was awkward.

“I will come down, wait there” the phone line went dead and Yoongi forced a laugh.

“Have you had a long day?” it was such an awkward question on top of an awkward situation, Yoongi wanted to leave quickly. His savior came in the form of Kim Seokjin who slipped into the car and the barrier arm was lifted.

“Why are you so pink?” Seokjin asked, placing the back of his hand on Yoongi’s forehead.

“I just made an absolute fool of myself with the gatekeeper,” Yoongi huffed his lips pursing, “I am never coming back here again,”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” Seokjin laughed “I enjoy your company and I wouldn’t mind seeing you again, well that’s it you can never leave, if you see him again you will turn into a tomato”

Yoongi laughed wholeheartedly, something about Seokjin’s expressions was so lively and comical and it made Yoongi feel giddy just seeing it. Like he could play around and not be judged, not that Yoongi had ever really cared what people thought of him. It’s just he usually had a stone-cold exterior and found it awkward to speak about anything outside of a professional setting.

So it was easy to laugh and joke around even embarrass himself in front of the omega when it couldn’t compare to what had happened during his heat, this man had seen him at his worst and yet still wanted to be friends and that's what gave Yoongi the confidence to relax.

“Come on in, let me help carry some things,” Seokjin said, “Oh, I forgot to warn you, Jimin is in heat but he is in his bedroom and that shouldn’t affect anything right?”

Yoongi shrugged unsure if it would affect him or not, he hadn’t been exposed to anyone in a heat, hell he had only had a heat once. “I’m not sure,”

“How did the appointment with the specialist go, you were available, I didn’t know if you were busy on that day so I just guessed, I hoped you could make it, it’s not easy getting into seeing the specialist there as she is very good.” Seokjin said

“She doesn’t take new patients either so I am wondering what strings you pulled to get me an appointment?” Yoongi huffed the stairs and took a lot out of him and the two stopped halfway on a small landing to catch their breath. The two laughed at one another, “I am getting too old for this?”

“Tell me about it, everyone else seems to be spring chickens and I am over here taking afternoon naps,” Seokjin laughed “The only thing that doesn’t age is my pretty face and my attitude.”

“I want a nap,” Yoongi mumbled, getting to the top of the staircase and walking down the hall until they reached a familiar door.

Seokjin opened the door, with a cheeky grin, “You can take a nap and finish the work in an hour if you want?”

The house was as luxurious as Yoongi remembered, he declined the offer to rest wanting to get his work finished. He stepped in hesitantly and the scents lingered in the walls carpet and floated in the air like pollen. It was captivating and safe and for the first time since he left he relaxed.

Taking out the clip board, Yoongi went over the details of where he was adding new powerpoints and light switches that he had run through the roof the last time he was here. He switched off the power as he always did for his own safety and got to work. It was easy and with every breath he felt his body relax calmer and calmer until his eyes shut for a moment.

“Jin, the air conditioner isn’t working,” Yoongi caught the most delicious scent drifting down the hallway and when he turned he saw a very naked and extremely sweaty Hoseok in his boxes.

“Oh, I am sorry, I didn’t know we had guests?” Hoseok said, Yoongi didn’t want to admit it but the band members had left a strong impression on him and he spent his time researching their music and finding out about each member's personality.

Yoongi was captivated by Jimin his singing and dancing, the way he moved was honestly so captivating that Yoongi could admit he had fallen in love with Jimin when he performed. But, his eyes were often stolen by Hoseok, in interviews he stole the spotlight and made Yoongi laugh, and in his dance he could be a total wild card. Was he sweet, sexy, tough, romantic, bouncy and light, or soft and passionate?

Hoseok seemed the total opposite of Yoongi, Hoseok was outgoing and loud by nature, and well that intrigued Yoongi a lot more than he wanted to admit.

“The power is out, because Yoongi is finishing up the electrical work,” Seokjin said exasperated, “maybe try not to…”

Seokjin dropped his voice and Hoseok giggled, “You know Jimin whines if I don’t give him what he wants.”

Moving to the fridge which was right beside Yoongi. Yoongi tried to focus on his work as he leant over the counter to reach the back wall where he was attaching wires for a powerpoint.

Hoseok moving closer pushed his scent in Yoongi’s direction making his stomach churn and his knees weaken. He reached into his pocket and took the mild pill and he sighed in relief, knowing he was safe.

What he didn’t expect was for Hoseok to slide past him, he put a hand on Yoongi’s waist as a preemptive warning that he was stepping behind him, and he reached up trying to grab a glass from the cupboard above Yoongi’s head.

Yoongi felt the churn in his stomach again, this time heavier, his legs shook and he gripped the counter a small whimper falling past his lips. Yoongi tried to lift his chest from the counter but it was a form of submission and his body automatically doubled over the bench for the dominant Alpha behind him. His earthy scent was intoxicating, grapefruit, pepper and cedar. He was fresh, spicy, and warm.

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putmeinyourdeathnote · 3 years ago

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Silent Love || chapter one

pairing: Akaashi Keiji x deaf!Bokuto Kotaro

tags: stress (?)

word count: 541

a/n: this chapter is kinda short, it’s just a small introduction. the next one should be a bit longer. likes and reblogs are appreciated ^^

The library was Keiji’s haven; he found solace in its silence. He’d often find himself in the library—always making time for it, his safe space. On hard days, Keiji would book a study room for more silence, peace—today happened to be one of those days.

Keiji’s boss was nagging him all day: rejecting panels, adjusting deadlines to be sooner, giving him more work; overall, he was belittling Keiji’s work. And after all his countless attempts to meet his boss’ expectations, he had finally met them.

It had been a long, stressful day at work and he needed some alone time—some peace, so he booked a study room. When he arrived, he greeted the librarian as usual and trekked toward the room; he stood in front of the door and saw someone in there. That’s odd. He checked his wristwatch for the time: 4:30 sharp—he was on time.

Confused, Keiji knocked on the glass door twice, but he didn’t receive a response. He tried knocking again, a bit louder this time, but he still didn’t receive an answer. Keiji slid the door open, just enough for his body to be in view. “Excuse me,” he called out: no response. Are they purposefully ignoring him? No, perhaps they have earbuds on. He tried to contain his resolve.

He stepped into the room and called out, again, “excuse me?” He lightly tapped the stranger’s shoulder; he quickly turned around, facing Keiji with wide eyes. Keiji stepped away and bowed, “my apologies.” He stood upright, pushing his glasses up a bit. “It’s just that I tried knocking but I assume you couldn’t hear it. I also tried calling out, too.” The person looked at him, confused. “This room, I booked it for this time, so…” he fiddled with his fingers, not knowing what else to say.

The stranger quickly turned away, grabbing a notebook and pen from off the table. He opened the notebook and began writing something, leaving Keiji confused.

After a moment, the notebook was turned toward Keiji; he leaned in a bit to read what was written.

I’m sorry for not having heard you, I’m deaf.

So that’s why his attempts went unnoticed. Keiji glanced up at the stranger, then kept reading.

Please give me a moment to gather my belongings and be out of your hair.

Keiji stepped back a little, lips drawn in a thin line; the stranger turned away at his look and began gathering his items.

“Wait,” Keiji put a hand on the person’s shoulder; they looked at him. Keiji motioned toward the notebook and he handed it to him. He started to write then flipped the notebook around.

You could stay if you’d like. I don’t mind.

The stranger took the notebook from him and wrote back.

Are you sure?

Keiji gave a small nod. The stranger’s eyes lit up and they smiled brightly, causing Keiji to smile a little. He took a seat across from him when the notebook was passed back to him.

I’m Bokuto Kotaro by the way.

Keiji looked up and smiled softly at Kotaro, taking the notebook.

I’m Akaashi Keiji. It’s nice to meet you, Bokuto-san.

The two men looked at each other and smiled warmly before doing their own thing.

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 18 ; Frenemy

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 5,796 Warnings: kanima, jackson, maybe some angst, confessions maybe?, A/N: Hi, friends! Happy Friday! We’re halfway through Season 2! It’s crazy to me, haha. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Terrified for my life, I jumped into the backseat of the Jeep, Scott and Stiles in the front.

“What are we doing? Where are we going?” I rushed.

“I'm taking you home,” Stiles said. “I don't you anywhere near this.”

“Uhm, no the hell you're not,” I said. “Never once have I been home when something like this happens. I'm going.”

“Alright!” Scott exclaimed. “Stiles, just... drive. We need to catch Jackson before he kills someone else.”

Seeing Scott's point, Stiles started the Jeep and put it in drive, hitting the gas.

I wasn't sure how long we were driving for, but we ended up in front of a chain link fence. Scott jumped out and closed the door while I climbed up front. He jumped the fence and took off running.

After about five or so minutes later, Stiles parked the Jeep. We got out and walked around the back of a building. I wasn't sure what this place was, but I wasn't objecting. We found Scott and walked over to him.

I think we scared him because he turned around. “Wha--”

“Sorry, I'm sorry,” Stiles said. “Did you see where he went?”

Scott sighed. “I lost him.”

“What? You couldn't catch his scent?” I asked.

“I don't think he has one.”

“Alright. Any clue where he's going?”

“To kill someone,” he said, a slight I’m done tone to his voice.

“Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Make perfect sense now,” I sassed.

Scott gave me a look that said he was done.

“What? Scotty, come on,” I said. “I'm 113 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones, okay? Sassiness is my only defense.”

“Yeah, and I’m 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones. Sarcasm is my only defense,” Stiles said.

“Just help me find it,” Scott said, looking at Stiles.

“Not it. Jackson.”

“Yeah, I know. I—I know.”

“Alright, but does he know that?” I asked. “Did anybody else see him back at your house?”

“I mean, I don't think so,” he answered. “But he already passed Derek's test anyway.”

“Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test?” Stiles asked.

Scott hated when Stiles and I tagged him like this with questions because he said, “I don't know,” in a tone that said he was fed up with this whole situation.

“Maybe it's like an either-or thing,” I theorized. “I mean, Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right? So, when's the kanima not the kanima?”

Scott thought for a moment before saying, “When it's Jackson.”

Stiles backed away from me and Scott, waving his hand up and down, trying to get our attention. “Uh... guys.”

I turned my head to look at him and saw that he was looking straight up. “Not the time to stargaze, you oinker.”

“Not stargazing. Come here.”

Scott and I walked over to Stiles, looking up. “See that?”

“All I see is a tail,” I shrugged. “I don’t get-- oh, wait a minute.”

“There she is,” Stiles sarcastically said. “Welcome back.”

“Shut up.”

“He's inside,” Scott said, getting us back on track.

“What's he gonna do in there?” Stiles asked.

I looked over at Scott, seeing him look ahead of him. Like a light bulb going off, he said, “I know who he's after.”

“What, how?” Stiles and I asked.

“How? Did you smell something?” Stiles asked.

“Armani,” Scott replied.

I looked at the person he was looking at. Danny.

~~~

So, come to find out we were at a place called Jungle. Sounded fun. We walked to a back door and Stiles grabbed the knob, wiggling it.

“Aw. Come on. Alright, maybe there's, like, a uh--” Stiles said while walking away from the door. I stayed in my spot behind Scott, watching him reach for the handle. “Like, a window we could climb through, or some kind of...” I watched as Scott took the knob completely out of the door and handed it to Stiles. “Handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength.” He turned to face me. I had a smirk on my face, trying to hold in my laughter. “How'd I not think of that one?”

“ADHD, maybe?” I sassed. We walked through the door and into the music filled room. As we were looking around, I noticed that everyone in here, aside from myself, was a guy.

“Guys, everyone in here's a dude,” I voiced my thoughts.

“I think we're in a gay club,” Scott said, him and I turning to look at Stiles. I had to cover my mouth with my hand to contain the laughter I so desperately wanted to let out.

“Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?” Stiles sarcastically asked. He had about three drag queens around him, one of them stroking the side of his head.

I walked over to him at his look of plea, grabbing his hand. “Sorry, ladies. I'm taking this one home tonight.”

“You treat her good, you hear?” one of the queens said, looking at Stiles.

Stiles' brain couldn’t catch up to what was happening at the moment, so he just looked my way and took a couple of steps to me before he turned back around and said, “I will.”

Walking over to the bar, I turned my back to the bartender. I knew that whatever was about to go down wasn't going to end well.

“Three beers,” Stiles said, pounding on the bar a couple times.

“I.Ds,” the bartender said.

I saw from the corner of my eye both boys grabbing their wallets, pulling out their fake I.Ds.

“Miss?” I heard. I turned back around and gave him a thin smile, shaking my head. “Not drinking.”

“How 'bout two Cokes?” Bartender asked.

“Rum and Coke. Sure,” Stiles said. I looked over at him, seeing him bob his head to the music a little bit with his bottom lip between his teeth. What I wouldn't give to--

“Coke's fine, actually,” Stiles said. “I'm driving anyway.”

I turned my head, seeing a shirtless guy walk over with three Cokes. I looked at it suspiciously. “It's on the house.”

“Oh. Thanks!” I said, taking the cup with a smile.

“That one's paid for,” he said, looking at Scott. I bit back a smile and sipped on my Coke.

“Oh, shut up,” Stiles said.

“I didn't say anything,” Scott answered.

“Yeah, well your face did.”

I wasn't an avid soda drinker, so after a few sips, I set the cup back down as the boys were turning around, sipping on theirs.

“Somebody not happy that they have to pay for their drink?” I said, making a sad face.

“You can shut up, too,” Stiles remarked.

All I could do was laugh. What? He kind of quoted my favorite football movie.

“Hey, I found Danny,” Stiles said, setting his drink down.

“I found Jackson,” Scott said. I looked over at him, seeing him looking up at the ceiling. I looked up as well and... well, let's just say the room wasn't cold and I wasn't shivering from that. All this supernatural stuff got me spooked out since the woods.

Stiles looked up, too, seeing Jackson. I followed the eye line of where his body was and noticed that he was right above Danny.

“Shit,” I mumbled.

“Get Danny,” Scott said.

“What're you gonna do?” Stiles asked quietly.

Scott whipped out his claws down by his side.

“Works for me,” Stiles and I said.

“Okay, Em. You stay here. I know you're gonna ask why, and it's because I don't want you getting hurt. Not again,” Stiles said, looking deep into my eyes.

I looked back and nodded. “Okay.”

He kissed my forehead and walked away, going over towards Danny. Not ten seconds after he left me standing alone, the fog machines went off, sending it down on the crowd of people dancing.

One by one, guys started dropping like flies. I didn't know what to do or say, so I just stood there, frozen in my spot with my mouth agape. I saw Danny hit the ground, Scott call out for Jackson, and... Alpha eyes?

I closed my eyes and sighed, saying to myself 'It's not Peter. He's dead. You're fine. He's not coming back for you.' I kept taking in a few deep breaths before I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and squeaked, not knowing who it was.

“Hey, it's just me. It's Stiles,” he said.

I let out a breath of relief. “Oh, my god. You scared the shit out of me.”

“Hey, look. I'm not sure where Jackson went or really what happened, but I can't find Scott. I think he went outside.”

“Okay. Then outside we go. Did someone call the cops?”

“I don't know. Why?”

“Well, for the ocean of bodies that landed on the floor,” I said, looking at the paralyzed bodies.

“I'm sure someone did,” Stiles said. “Come on.”

He took my hand and led me outside. We ran in the parking lot through a row of cars until we found Scott bending down by non-kanima Jackson's side. His chest was all bloody and I so did not want to see a naked Jackson.

“What do we do with him now?” Scott asked.

~~~

About 10 or so minutes later, Scott and Stiles got Jackson into the backseat of the Jeep and covered him with a blanket. Before we got into the Jeep, I saw Danny on a stretcher.

“Danny,” I said, coming up to his side.

“Emma? What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Just wanted the full male gay club experience?” I said. I couldn't tell him why I was here or else I'd out everyone that was supernatural.

He didn't buy my answer, though. I hung my head and sighed. “Look, I just wanted to if you're okay. And, uhm, wondering if anything weird happened to you today. Besides being paralyzed from the neck down.”

“Sorry, Miss, but we gotta get him to the hospital,” the EMT said.

“I'm so gonna regret this,” I said to myself. “Look, my dad is Deputy Thomas and my mom is Rose Thomas, one of Beacon Hills top lawyers. Is there any way I can ask one more question?”

He sighed and nodded, giving in.

“Thanks,” I said, turning my attention back to Danny. “Are you okay?”

“Did it happen to my ex, too?” he asked.

I looked over my shoulder at Danny's ex-boyfriend then turned back to Danny saying, “Yeah.”

“Then I'm great,” he answered, a slight smile on his face. I chuckled and bent down a little. “You hang in there,” I said, and kissed his forehead. “Please don't think that was weird.” “It wasn't. My mom does it all the time,” he said, that slight smile still on his face. “They're right about you. You have a nurturing touch.”

I smiled slightly at him and walked back over to the Jeep, opening the door to get in.

“Scott, get in the back,” Stiles said.

“Why?” Scott and I asked.

“Because Jackson's naked and Emma being around him makes her uncomfortable. Besides it's easier for you to get back there with him.”

Scott rolled his eyes and groaned, climbing into the back with Jackson. I climbed in the passenger seat and got situated. “Alright. Let's go home,” I said.

“Wait. Before you went and talked to Danny, I did, too. I couldn't get anything out of him,” Scott said.

“Okay, can we just get the hell outta here now before Emma's dad sees us?” Stiles asked.

“Dude, good point,” I said. “Even though I live with you guys, I'd still get an earful from my dad.”

Stiles started up the Jeep and literally right before he was about to put it in drive, we all heard a siren and a cop car pull up in front of us.

“Oh, my god. Could this get any worse?” Stiles and I both exclaimed.

As if on cue, Jackson groaned.

Stiles and I both turned around and looked at Jackson, still speaking at the same time, “That was rhetorical!”

“Get rid of him,” Scott said to Stiles as Sheriff was getting out of his car.

“Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene and he's the Sheriff,” Stiles said.

My dad got out of the passenger side, and so I put my hand in front of my face and lowered myself as far as I could in the seat. “Oh, my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” I whispered.

“What?” Stiles asked.

“My dad's with yours. I'm toast. I'm dead. I may as well be a witch in Salem being burned at the stake.”

“Do something,” Scott said. “Both of you.”

Stiles flung his arms around before getting out saying, “Come on, Em.”

I whined a little and got out, walking with Stiles to greet our dads.

“What are two doing here?” Sheriff asked, crossing his arms.

“What do you mean what are we doing here? What? It's a club. We were clubbing, you know. At the club,” Stiles said, putting an arm around my shoulders.

“Oh, my lanta, please stop talking,” I said, closing my eyes and pinching my lips.

“Not exactly either of your type of club,” Dad said, eyes dancing between the two of us.

Stiles looked over at the building and tried to think of something on his feet. “Uh... Well, dad, there's a conversation that--”

“You're not gay,” Sheriff, Dad and I said.

Stiles just looked offended while looking at the three of us. “Wha-- I could be.”

“Not dressed like that.”

“Well, what's-- uh...”

Sheriff and Dad took a step towards us, but we put our hands out to stop them.

“This is the second crime scene that the two of you just happened to have shown up on,” Sheriff said, getting upset. “And at this point, we've been fed so many lies, we're not sure we know the kids standing in front of us. Now, what the hell is going on?”

I sighed and looked down. I hated being under Sheriff’s upset. It didn't sit right with me. Even when we were kids and he got this way. I remember the first time this happened. Stiles and I were about 12 or 13 and we were sitting in his room. We were playing a game of truth or dare; we had written all the dares and truths out. One of the dares was written in his handwriting and it was a dare to kiss him. Since I didn't wanna back down, I leaned forward and did said dare. Sheriff ended up walking in since the door was cracked, and saw the whole thing. Needless to say, he was very upset and had that talk with us. So, standing here being under his upset again after so long, I wasn't proud of myself.

Coming back to reality, I heard Stiles say, “Dad, I—I--”

“The truth, Stiles,” Dad said.

“The truth, alright,” Stiles said, his hold on me tightening.

“The truth is that we were here with Danny,” I said, turning all eyes on me. I hated that Stiles got in trouble and got blamed for everything nowadays, so I decided to take some of the heat off of him. “Cause he just broke up with his boyfriend, so ya'know, we were just trying to take him out and get his mind off things. That's—that's it.”

Sheriff and Dad nodded, taking this as the real truth.

“Well, that's really good of you guys, kiddo,” Sheriff said. “You're good friends.”

Stiles tapped his dad's arm while I went in for a hug from mine. He had his disappointed look on his face and turned around, walking to take statements. My eyes welled up with tears. My face fell as I looked at the ground, a tear running down my face.

“Hey, don't worry about it, kiddo,” Sheriff said. “He'll come around.”

“What? When I decided I wanna stay with you permanently?” I asked, wiping my cheeks.

I heard Sheriff sigh and pull me in for a hug, needing that fatherly affection.

I sighed and pulled away. “Thanks, Noah,” I whispered.

“Anytime, kiddo,” he said.

I turned and walked to the Jeep, getting in. It was silent which I was thankful for. Stiles drove off and was doing so for like 10 minutes when I asked, “What are we gonna do about Jackson?” “Uh, what about your house, Scott?” Stiles asked.

“Not with my mom there,” Scott said. “We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous.”

“I still say we just kill him,” Stiles said.

“We're not killing him,” I said.

“God! Okay, okay,” Stiles said. He got that look on his face as he looked at me and I immediately knew that he had an idea as he said, “I got an idea.”

“Does it involve breaking the law?”

“By now, don't you think that's a given, Em?”

“I was just trying to be optimistic,” I said, leaning my head against the window.

“Don't bother.”

A few hours later, we found ourselves in the middle of the woods with a prison transport van.

“Stiles! McCall! Emma Grace!” Jackson yelled. “I'm gonna kill you!”

“Ah, shit,” I said, looking at the van. “The use of my middle name with anyone isn't good. I'm definitely gonna be in deep shit.”

Stiles was leaned up against a tree, Scott standing in front of him and me in the middle of both of them, standing a little bit closer to Stiles.

“Just act normal. Everything's fine,” I said. “How the hell does he even know my middle name?” My stomach grumbled. It had been a while since I last ate. “Dude, I'm starving.”

~~~

A little while later, Stiles drove us home so that we could shower and change after being in our clothes for almost 24 hours.

After dressing and doing my hair and makeup, I went downstairs to the kitchen to make a few sandwiches to last a few hours. I heard Stiles come down the stairs as I was eating one of them.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Mhmm,” I mumbled. “Oh,” I said before swallowing. “I need to talk to you, but it can wait until later since we're busy with Jackson and all.”

“Okay. What about?”

“I just have something that I really wanna get off my chest.”

He nodded and grabbed his backpack. I had stuffed the sandwiches in there for safe keeping. We walked out of the house and into the Jeep, driving back to the preserve. We hopped out and walked the good distance to the van.

Stiles opened the door to the back of the van slowly, being cautious. He opened the door wider for me to hop in, him following. I sat down as he closed the door.

“Okay, we brought you some foo--” Stiles said.

“Let me out now!” Jackson yelled, making Stiles jump back and sit next to me... well, more like on me.

“Get off me, you oinker!” I said, pushing him off.

“Sorry.” He put his bag in between us. “Ya'know, I put those pants on you, alright, buddy? One leg at a time. Being all up-close and personal with your junk wasn't exactly a highlight of my day. So don't think this is fun for me, either.”

“You know we're actually doing you a favor?” I said.

“This is doing me a favor?” Jackson asked, holding up his hands that were handcuffed to a chain that was sitting in between his legs as well as his ankles.

“Yes. You're-- you're killing people,” I said.

“To death,” Stiles added. “Yeah.”

“And until we can figure out how to stop you, you're gonna stay in here. I'm sorry.”

Turning to his bag, Stiles said, “Now... Do you want the ham and cheese, or the turkey club?”

“Ooh, I'll take the club,” I said, smiling. What?! I was still hungry! We ended up stopping at a deli to get some more sandwiches. I didn't think about Scott may be stopping by.

Jackson was just glaring at the sandwiches. “You actually don't think my parents won't be looking for me?”

“Uh, well...” Stiles said, tossing the ham and cheese to Jackson. “Not if they don't think anything's wrong.” He pulled a phone out of his pocket, showing Jackson the text he sent to his parents.

~~~

“Scales? Like a fish?” Jackson asked.

Stiles and I had told Jackson about his other self. Stiles had his legs stretched out, feet resting on the seat across from us. I had my head resting on his shoulder, eyes closed and feeling drained.

“No, more like a reptile,” Stiles answered.

“And your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people,” I added.

“And you have a tail.”

“I have a tail?” Jackson deadpanned.

“Yeah, you have a tail,” I said. I still had my eyes closed with no intention of opening them yet.

“Mm. Does it do anything?”

“No, that not we know of,” Stiles answered.

Jackson jumped forward, making me jump and causing me to mumble, “Jesus.”

“Can I use it to strangle you? Both of you?” Jackson seethed.

“You still don't believe us,” Stiles said. “Alright. The night of the semi-final game. What did you do right after?”

“I went home,” Jackson said.

“Are you sure about that?” I sassed.

“Yes, you idiots,” Jackson said. “What the hell else would I do?”

“Hey, no need for name calling,” I said.

“You attacked me, Derek and Emma at the school, and you trapped us in the pool,” Stiles said. “You also killed a mechanic--”

“Right in front us, by the way. That was lovely,” I sassed out.

“And one of Argent's hunters,” Stiles continued. “Oh, and last night, you tried to kill Danny.”

“Why would I want to kill my best friend?” Jackson asked.

“Well, that's what Scott's out trying to figure out right now.”

Jackson hummed. “Well, maybe he should be trying to figure out is how he's going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute all three of your asses all the way to jail!”

“You do realize that my mom is also a lawyer... right?” I asked. “With her, you'd need solid evidence, which you clearly don't have.”

“Well, tell us this,” Stiles said, getting back on track. “On the night of the first full moon, what happened?”

It was silent for a second before Jackson replied, “Nothing. Nothing happened.”

~~~

Stiles and I found ourselves standing outside the van. He had Jackson's phone in hand, texting his parents. I heard rustling and started to feel uneasy.

“Stiles,” I said, patting his arm.

“Yeah?”

Allison came up and scared the shit out of us.

“Oh, my god!” we exclaimed.

“They know,” she said.

“What?” Stiles asked.

“They know Jackson's missing.”

“No, they can't,” I said.

“Yeah, I've been texting his parents since last night. They don't have a clue,” Stiles said.

Allison shook her head and said, “My grandfather told me his parents went to the police. They know.”

Stiles looked at the phone then held it between his index finger and thumb, looking back at it like it was a piece of crucial evidence. He handed the phone to Allison like it was acid and turned around, opening the passenger side door of the van.

Allison and I stood behind him as he grabbed the walkie to the scanner. “All available units proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival. REPEAT: Proceed with caution.”

Stiles turned to look at us, his eyes eventually landing on me. “We're in deep shit,” he said.

“They gotta catch us first,” I said, a playful smile on my lips.

Getting into the van, I had to sit on Allison's lap. “I hope you know this means we're friends if not more, right?”

“Agreed. Where are we going?” she asked Stiles.

Typing in a phone number, he answered, “Somewhere very far from this.” I heard the line ringing as he threw the phone and started up the van, driving off to another part of the preserve.

~~~

Scott eventually made it to the preserve. Him, Allison, Stiles and I were walking down a small hill, a few feet away from the van.

“If Jackson doesn't remember being the kanima, he's definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny's tablet,” Scott said.

“Why would he steal the thing if he doesn't even know what's on it?” Stiles asked.

“What if someone else took it?” Allison and I asked.

“Then somebody else knows what he is.”

“Which could mean someone's protecting him,” Scott theorized.

“Like the bestiary says, 'the kanima seeks a friend', right?” Allison continues on the theorizing train.

“Okay, hold on. So, somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the kanima, and then just erases part of it so he wouldn't know? I mean, who would do that?” Stiles also theorized.

“Somebody who wants to protect him?”

I stayed quiet this entire time. I wanted to say and ask questions, but they were pretty much saying the words that were coming out of my mouth. Plus, I was still a little hurt about my dad last night... and I really needed to talk to Stiles.

“There's something else,” Scott said. “You said the only thing you found online about the kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that's actually true?”

“Well, no, it can't be,” Stiles said. “It tried to kill all of us, remember? I don't know about you three, but I haven't murdered anybody lately.”

“But, I-I don't think that it was trying to kill us,” Scott said. “Remember when we were at Isaac's the first time, it just went right by us, didn't it?”

“You're right. It just ran off,” Allison said.

“And it didn't kill you and Emma in the mechanic's garage,” Scott said.

“Well, yeah, but it tried to kill us and Derek in the pool,” Stiles said, looking at me and putting his arm around my shoulders.

“Did it?” Scott asked.

“It would've,” I said.

“It was waiting for us to come out,” Stiles added.

Scott thought for a half second before saying, “What if it was trying to keep you in?”

I looked up at Stiles, who had this shocked type look on his face. “Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden?”

“Because, there's something else going on,” Scott said. “We don't know what it is. We don't know anything about what's going on with Jackson, or why someone's trying to protect him.”

“ 'Know thy enemy',” Allison said. Scott looked at her and she said, “Just something my grandfather said.”

“Alright, I got it. Kill Jackson. Problem solved,” Stiles said.

“He risked his life for us,” Scott said. “Against Peter. You remember that?”

“Yes,” I said, going ignored.

“Yes, but what did we just find out? He got the bite from Derek. It's funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us, it's funny,” Stiles said.

“Stiles,” I scolded.

“Okay, yeah, it doesn't mean he's not still worth saving,” Scott reasoned.

“It's always something with him, though,” Stiles said.

“He doesn't know what he's doing,” Scott scolded.

“So what?” Stiles said.

“So, I didn't either,” Scott said, looking at me and saying, “Emma, help me out here.”

I pursed my lips and just shook my head, not wanting to say anything.

“You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson?” Scott said, looking at Allison. “I had someone to stop me. He has nobody.”

“That's his own fault,” I said, getting fed up with this whole thing.

“Doesn't matter,” Scott said. “If we can save him, we should try.”

~~~

It was night now. Allison and Scott in the backseat of her car doing... ya'know... couple things, while Stiles and I were sitting on the grass, looking out over Beacon Hills.

I sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder. I felt his head lean against mine and I smiled.

“Hey, Stiles,” I said.

“Yeah?”

I sighed, a little more nervous now. He picked his head up and I felt his index finger hook under my chin and lift my head up.

“What is it? You seem nervous,” he said, looking between my eyes.

“I am... a little. I mean,” I said, sitting up fully, pulling my legs in and resting my arms against my knees. “With everything with my parents, and Scott, and now Jackson, I just...” I paused again, turning my head to look at him. I think he sensed more nerves coming from me because he scooted his body closer to mine, turning so that his chest was pressed against my arm.

“Just tell me, Em,” he said. “I'm a big boy. I can take it.”

I chuckled before letting out a long breath, gearing myself up for what I was about to say. “Stiles, your feelings for me are and have been reciprocated. I've liked you for as long as I can remember and--” I stopped myself, not sure where I was going to go with this. I guess I was gonna let my heart do all the talking. “I wanna be with you, I really do, but--”

“But, what?”

I lowered my gaze and whispered, “I just still think that... everything you said at the formal wasn't true. And I don't know why part of me doesn't believe you. My heart does, but it's my brain that's telling me it's all fake because of... your crush on Lydia.”

“The 'crush' with her was because I was trying to mask my true feelings for you, Em,” he said. “I like you. More than you'll ever know, and I know you think the same about me. The thing with your parents will work itself out, Scott's... well Scott, and the Jackson thing will end soon, I know it will.”

“But what if it doesn't?” I looked at him with tears in my eyes and on my cheeks. He reached up and wiped my tears away, keeping his hand cupped on my cheek.

“It will. Baby, I promise it will,” he said, slightly nodding his head.

“You call me baby one more time and I swear we're gonna label this,” I said, gesturing between us.

He chuckled and leaned forward, pressing his forehead to mine. Both of our eyes were closed as we sighed.

I leaned my head back a little and looked at him. “You don't think it'd eventually be too straining? If something were to happen between us?”

“No. I don't,” he said, looking at me.

I sighed. “I'm about to regret asking this, but can we at least wait until this whole thing with Jackson is over? Just... we need to focus on one thing at a time.”

“I swear to you that when this is over,” he said, looking deep in my eyes. “I'll make you the happiest you've ever been.”

I smiled a little at him and leaned forward to place my forehead back on his when I heard something. I stopped and looked behind us. “Oh,no.”

Getting up and walking over towards the van, I noticed the doors were opened a little, the handcuffs bent and broken on the floor. “Stiles. Come here.”

I heard him get up and walk towards me. “Crap.”

“Get Scott,” I said.

Knocking frantically on the car window, I'm guessing Stiles scared the mess out of Scott and Allison. Pointing over his shoulder towards me and the van, he said, “You guys might wanna come take a look at this.”

Walking over to me and the opened back doors of the van, the two of them, being Scott and Allison, looked a little frantic.

“I have to tell my father,” she said.

Scott was quiet as he turned to his right and walked a few feet away.

“Scott.”

Stiles grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. I was still a little iffy about being out in the woods at night, but I was slowly getting over that.

“He's going to kill someone,” Allison continued.

“Okay, tell him,” Scott said. “Tell him everything.”

Stiles and I looked at each other, thinking the exact same thing.

“Scott, I gotta tell mine, too,” Stiles said.

“Mine, too, Scotty. Ya'know, maybe they can help. I mean, they're cops after all,” I said.

Disregarding my last statement, Scott said, “This is all my fault.”

“Scotty, it's not. But we have to tell them.”

“She's right. We're just a bunch of teenagers. We can't handle this,” Allison said.

“You're right,” Scott said.

“How are you gonna make your dads believe all this?” Allison asked, looking at me and Stiles.

“I don't know,” Stiles said.

We all put our attention back on Scott as he turned around and flashed those Golden Betas at us. “They'll believe me.”

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Allison went home, while the boys and I went to the Sheriff's Station so that Stiles and I could tell our dads about the supernatural beings that were currently roaming around Beacon Hills.

Standing in the middle of them at the door, Stiles pointed at it and asked the officer, “Can you buzz us in? We gotta see our dads.”

The officer hit the button to open the door. Stiles opened it and stood there for a second. I did the only thing I could think of and that was to lace our fingers. I picked his hand up and kissed his knuckles lightly. He looked down at me with a little bit of shock in his eyes. “It'll be alright,” I whispered. He looked back at Scott who nodded his head. Stiles looked back at me and nodded lightly, not letting go of my hand as we walked the couple of steps to Sheriff's office.

I stood there, shocked as hell to see Jackson, his dad, Sheriff, my dad and... my mom?

Sheriff walked into our line of sight, saying our names. “Scott, Stiles, Emma. Perfect timing.” He looked down at mine and Stiles hands and we reluctantly let go. “Have you met Jackson's father, Mr. David Whittemore? Esquire.”

Jackson sat up and said, “That means lawyer.”

“I know what it means, jerkoff,” I said. “Have you met my mom, Mrs. Rose Thomas? Esquire.”

I felt Stiles' hand on mine again, so I looked up at him then back at Scott. Turning our attention back to the room in front of us, I smirked a little at Sheriff.

“Young lady. I suggest you stay quiet for the next 30 minutes,” Mom said.

Oh, no. Here comes her upset.

Shit.

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A/N 2: Gif was found on Google.

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