#what the hell ? how is a wolf typing on a keyboard

[reqxxyt]

followed by december

pairings: oscar p. x f!reader

summary: after a winter night in december, you had a soul goal to find the boy that had your heart soaring at first glance. That was until your best friend introduced him as her boyfriend.

disclaimer: heavily inspired by 'One Day in December' Josie Silver

warning: angst, falling in love at first sight, part two

masterlist requests are open!

[uedited] 1.6k

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Finals week had to be your end of existence. It currently held you in the library near midnight like most of the other students, praying to just end the class on a C. Although, right now a D sounded nice. Finishing up the last bits of your flashcards, already setting up your alarm for the following morning to give you enough time to review one last time before you started to pack up. 

The quiet environment of the library always had you held within, admiring how silent a habitat can be. You frequently visited the location seeing as not many were interested in studying unless there was a test that week but with finals week, it had the library being the loudest it's ever been. Not like a rager or anything, but like a coffee shop type of loud. The constant chatter of study groups, shuffling paper, scraping of the chairs, and keyboard clinking feet away did send a headache over time but you learned to deal with it after your sophomore year. 

Right now, you dreaded the idea of having to walk out of the library building to reach your apartment on a cold winter night. But either way, you slung your bag onto your shoulder and began walking out. As you passed the front reception, you took a singular glance at the lady flashing a warm smile but before you could turn back, your body found itself colliding with another almost losing balance of your footing. 

“Crap, I’m sorry” a soft voice, almost raspy apologized. You looked in front of you to see an unfamiliar face. He had short dark brown hair that was messed with the wind of the winter. His pale skin now held a red tint on his nose and cheeks. His dark eyes looked frantically around your figure trying to gather that you were physically okay but the second his eyes found yours they seemed to also stall. 

You hated the idea and fantasy of ‘love at first sight’ but the way your feet were planted, facing him it didn’t seem like such a bizarre thing. Your lips parted to say something, anything you could muster but a buzz in your back pocket pulled you away from whatever trance you were held in. 

‘Where the hell are you? Your mom called me, says it's an emergency’ your roommate texted and before you said anything else, you dashed out the door only sparing another small glance at the boy you swore you would never see again. It was a huge campus after all. 

The walk to your apartment was only a five-minute speed walk (which you very much intended on doing). You arrived in 3, frightened about what happened thinking the worst happened by her desperation to call near midnight. As the phone rang, your hand ran through your frizzy hair trying to fix the mess the wind made. 

“What happened?” you immediately asked the second you heard the phone pick up. Instead of the sounds of sobbing you thought you would hear, the sound of cheering came on and your face contorted into confusion. 

“Your sister is getting married! Isn’t that amazing?” Your mom exclaimed. You wanted to glare through the phone. 

“And why is that an emergency?” you asked now growing annoyed. You weren’t surprised though, your mom tended to do these things. You swore the day that an actual emergency, you wouldn’t believe her. The boy who cried wolf and all. 

“You weren’t answering your phone so I had to get your attention somehow” she huffed, not believing you weren’t as excited as she was. You were, you were just too tired to express anything but annoyance at the moment. Finally, your mom must have realized how absurd it was to call during this time telling you, “Make sure to come home safe so we can talk more about this”

“Yeah, okay goodnight” You pressed the red button and groaned. Your roommate now looked confused as to why you looked angry about asking but instead, you interrupted. “I bumped into someone”

Now interest sparked in her eyes urging you to continue. It was rare to find you so entranced in someone, especially someone you just saw and knew nothing about. Martha, your only friend and roommate believed in the whole ‘love at first sight’ so immediately you knew her mind was racing. 

“But your text interrupted before anything could happen” Her frown quickly spreaded, mirroring your own. 

“So no name, number, anything?” her voice of desperation grew but your shake of the head made her wince. She rubbed your back to give some sort of comfort but it only gave you reason to feel worse.  “I’m sure you’ll find him again. Soulmates are a thing, you know?”

March

“No name, number, anything?” Now was your sister the one asking, sounding just like Martha after having just explained anything. Unlike your friend Martha, she didn’t believe in the first-love scenario so she could partially not care any less about it but with your pathetic desperation voice, it made her feel a tad bit sad for you. 

It was spring break and you decided to visit your parents once again to help organize the wedding. And while you weren’t trying to make it about yourself the whole asking how it's been got you rambling. 

“There's still a chance she might find him,” Martha said, trying to encourage you as she typed away probably texting one of her many ‘acquaintances’. Your sister rolled her eyes, 

“It's been months, on the real note: give up” your sister bluntly stated. You thought about her words for a couple of moments, as your leg bounced up and down until you finally decided enough was enough. 

“Yeah you’re right” you sighed and your sister nodded along Martha sprung but before she could say anything more to feed your delusions, your sister glared at her and with that, she backed off. “I need to focus on school anyway”

“You sound like Oscar,” Martha said, flopping back onto the couch and you gave her a confused look not knowing the slightest who she was talking about. “I’ve been talking to him. Super nice dude, I think I actually like him” 

“What happened to ‘staying a bachelor throughout college’?” you asked, the exact phrase she said as one of the first things she said to you. 

“A girl has to settle down at some point, no?” 

“You though? You have your standards soaring greater than the sky”

“Had” she corrected. “You should meet him, I think you’ll like him” 

You just shrugged realizing your sister must have left mid-conversation as she no longer stood in front of the two of you, probably exhausted by the college talk. 

December

“I promise you’ll love him,” Martha said as you two were about to finish getting ready for your sisters' wedding. Martha and Oscar (who you have yet to meet) have been going out for the past 5 months and she had been talking so brightly about him every night she would come back. It's a surprise you haven’t found him the morning after. 

Her past guys made it terribly awkward. 

“He should be at the altar when it begins” Her excited smile made your own curve upwards, happy she found someone who could make her so smitten. “But be completely honest with me when you meet him. Tell me all the red flags” 

“I’m sure he's fine,” you said, finishing up your own makeup. 

“Fine is no good” she reminded you. Pointing her finger at you, suddenly appearing stressed to you so you held her by the shoulders making her take a deep breath. 

“I’m sure he's amazing then” Your comforting smile definitely made her feel all the better. 

The reception was perfect, just like your sister wanted it to be and the second pictures were done you turned to Martha and realized she no longer stood by you. That's fine, you thought all though right now you really needed an excuse to get out of the exhausting conversations wondering when you’ll get married. 

As if your guardian angel heard you, you felt a tap on your shoulder and heard the familiar sound of Marthas voice make you turn around about to rant to her about the conversations before your eyes finally landed on the same pair of brown eyes that once had your heart souring by the simple thought of. 

No. This can’t be possible. 

“This is Oscar. Oscar this is y/n” his eyes seemed to widen for a second before his smile covered. You couldn’t help but wonder if he also remembers you. 

Your lips parted, knowing you needed to seem normal. This is fine. You’re fine. 

But your smile covered whatever shock showed and his soft smile almost made you want to dissipate. 

“It's so nice to meet you” you were the first to say, reaching out your hand for him to shake, and although it only lasted a second, shock waves ran through you. You took a glance at your friend, seeing her excitement between the two of you and you could feel your own heart ache at the sight. 

Martha tried sharing similar interests between the two of you but you found yourself spacing out most of the time. Out of everyone in this world, he had to be the one that caught your attention at first glance, you felt disgusted by yourself, having to excuse yourself away just to get some fresh air. 

With your chest feeling as if it were tightening, you tried anything to get more air running through you. It was ridiculous, you barely knew Oscar yet you felt as if you knew him all your life. But he wasn’t yours, he never was. He was with your friend, and you’d have to accept that. 

“y/n?”

[novankenn]

Ah, come on!?!

THREE

Wolf Bete watched completely stunned as Jaune took off his VR Goggles, pulled a pillow out of the bottom drawer of his desk and fell asleep... in the span of less than a minute.

Wolf Bete: This is bullshit.

Pulling the lab coat tighter about his/her body, Wolf Bete idly started to look about the lab. Multiple monitors and screens showed stats, and had lines of code rolling past. Some even appeared to be possibly showing vitals. Which surprised Wolf a little bit. He/she was under the assumption that only they had been in the body building stage... but apparently that was not the case.

Standing up and making a considerable effort to insure the lab coat stayed closed, Wolf Bete started to walk about. Bare feet made slapping noises as they moved along the cold tiled floor. Carrying Wolf Bete along the wall of monitors and view screens, until he./she came to stop next to the only other desk in the fairly expansive room. Sitting upon it were several tablets, almost as if they had been tossed there out of annoyance. Picking one up, Wolf Bete started to read.

Wolf Bete: Hydra...hmm... regenerating grimm... hmm... eight heads... hmm... venom breath... that's so cool!

Wolf Bete lowered the tablet and gave the sleeping form of Jaune a glare.

Jaune: I can feel you starting at me. Stop it.

Wolf Bete: How could you?

Jaune: How could I what?

Wolf Bete: I'm not even done with quality control, and you're already making another... plus, this one has so many awesome powers! Regeneration, multiple heads... venom breath! Where's my special powers?

Jaune: Keep reading... and you do have powers.

Wolf Bete: But not venom breath!

Jaune: Keep reading, and do it quietly... I need sleepy-time.

Wolf turned his/her attention from the grumbling form of Jaune, who during the whole conversation hadn't once lifted his head from his pillow, and continued to read.

Wolf Bete: WHAT!?! How can you be a hydra with only one extra head? No Venom breath? No regeneration? What the hell! This is nothing like the first page!

Jaune: It's sleepy-time. Keep it down.

Wolf Bete: Seriously, dude, how could you let...

Jaune: (shooting Wolf Bete a glare from his pillow) I didn't let anything happen. I was out voted and my budget was cut.

Wolf Bete: Still...

Jaune: Still nothing. I do the best I can with what I have. If the BoD wants to yank two thirds of my proposed budget away from the development of a monster and... and... and...

Wolf Bete: And?

Jaune: Transfer it into our Mobile Applications Department to... to... (Jaune's deep blue eyes started to tear up) to...

Wolf Bete: To?

Jaune: Hire more people, so... so... so they can create larger and more DLC... (sob)

Wolf Bete sets down the tablet and turned his/her head away as Jaune starts bawling into his pillow, sobbing and choking about how he only needs one employee just to help out... just one.

Wolf Bete: Gee dude, get a gr...

PA: Proximity Alert! Proximity Alert!

Wolf Bete: What the hell is that?

Jaune: Crap, crap, crap!

Wolf watches as Jaune knocks his pillow aside and slaps on his VR goggles, before starting to type madly at his keyboard.

Jaune: Not good. Not good!

Wolf Bete: What's going on?

PA: Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!

Jaune: Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck! Shit!

Wolf Bete: Jaune!

Jaune: Activate your armour! Someone has gotten into the lab facility! I'm activating the automated defence systems...

Wolf froze for a second and the frowned. Why was he/she naked if she/he had armour they could activate?

Wolf Bete: When were you going to tell me about the armour thing? Like I’ve been standing around basically naked and this whole time I could have been wearing something aside from your stinky lab coat?

Jaune: I don’t smell, and I’m tired, okay! Really… exhausted! So EXCUSE ME for forgetting something!

Wolf Bete: Take a chill dude! I was just asking!

PA: Automated Defences offline.

Jaune: Crap! Crap! Crap! This is SO coming out of my budget!

Wolf Bete: Seriously?

Jaune: Forget it, just forget I said anything. Are you ready?

Wolf takes a moment and thinks, instantly understanding how to activate their armour. A second later they were sporting bone white plated over their chest, waist, hips and upper thighs… the entire ensemble comparable to someone wearing a sports-top and biking-shorts, with matching armour plates on his/her forearms and shins.

Wolf Bete: Ready!

Jaune: Good! (Stands up and heads for the door.) Let’s go! We need to stop whoever this is!

Wolf Bete: You’re coming?

Jaune: Well duh. I need to observe you… make sure everything is working properly.

Wolf Bete: So you’re not going to help?

Jaune: I’m a listed non-combatant… so I can’t.

Wolf Bete: What if I start to lose? You mean you can’t even help me then?

Jaune: Not officially…

Wolf Bete: How about Unofficially?

Jaune: What are you worried about? You’re the best, most sophisticated monster I’ve ever made… so far.

Wolf Bete: That makes me… heh! What was that?

Jaune: What was what?

Wolf Bete: I’m the best you made… SO FAR? What is that suppose to mean? Like that is totally a motivation killer dude!

Jaune: It’s the truth! You’re the pinnacle of my work… but my work is always evolving! I’m always striving to be better.

Wolf Bete: So what happens to me when one of these ‘BETTER’ creations shows up? Do I get tossed by the wayside?

Jaune: No!

Wolf Bete: Then what happens? What happened to your other creations? Tell me that!

Jaune: They were retried and got office jobs at Head Office!

Wolf Bete: So you will… wait what? Did you say they have office jobs? What type of office job can a monster do?

Jaune: Well… I… um… well…

Wolf Bete: That was a lie! They’ll destroy me when you make my replacement!

Jaune: No they won’t!

Wolf Bete: How do you know? Where are your other creations?

PA: Intruder in sublevel three.

Jaune: There are none, okay? You’re my first!

Wolf Bete: Huh? How is that possible? Like… huh?

Jaune: I JUST finished my degree, and everything up until you have been theoretical prototypes… you’re my first design that the BoD has ever approved for actual production!

Wolf Bete: I’m the first? I…

Jaune: Yes, you are now… I need you to do your thing and get rid of our intru…

The sound of groaning and creaking metal caused both Jaune and Wolf to turn towards the locked steel door of the lab. A black glow surrounded the door, and the pair watched in amazement as the door buckled outward and then folded itself in half, before falling to the floor useless.

Jaune/Wolf Bete: Holy shi…

????: This is the end of the line Inner Circle! I’m going to shut down this vile hive of evil and villany!

Jaune: No…

Wolf Bete: Is that?

Jaune: Yes…

The pair watched as an armoured female figure stepped over the ruined remains of the door. Her bodysuit was a bright crimson red that matched her flowing hair. The metal plates of her armour, a golden bronze. Her facial features were hidden behind some sort of mask that covered her face, yet left her hair unhindered.

Jaune/Wolf Bete: The Red Huntress.

RH: Surrender and I will make sure the Vale Authority show you leniency, evildoers!

Wolf Bete: (Looking at Jaune) Did she just say evildoers?

Jaune: (Looking at Wolf) Yes.

Wolf Bete: I’ve just been born, and even I know that is lame.

RH: It is not lame! It’s heroic! Now enough! Surrender!

Jaune: You got this, Wolfie.

Wolf Bete: (Giving the Red Huntress a very toothy grin) Yeah, I do!

Wolf was a blur as they shot forward, closing on the Red Huntress in fractions of seconds. His/Her hands and forearms turning black and becoming wickedly curved and sharp claws. A shield of shining bronze appeared from nowhere, intercepting the attack, but the power behind the strike was enough to drive the Red Huntress back and into the far wall of the corridor.

RH: This monster is strong… I will have to be… huh?

Wolf Bete: That’s right, Red Huntress! I’ve got your number, and after I’m done beating you down, they’ll have to give me my new body!

RH: This is SO WRONG! I knew the Inner Circle were fiends… but… but this!

Wolf Bete: What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re…. HEY!

RH: (Booking it up the hall and away from the lab.) FILTH! SMUT! MY VIRGIN EYES!

Wolf Bete: You better run! I’m going to…

Jaune: Wolfie!

Wolf Bete: WHAT!

Jaune: (Turns his head, his face flushed red.) Put on the lab coat.

Wolf Bete: Why? I have my armour on!

Jaune: Ah… there seems to be an error with your armour… 

Wolf Bete: Error?

Jaune: Um… yeah… um… you’re not wearing it anymore. 

Wolf Bete: (Looks down and sees that they are indeed naked.) AHHHHHHH!!!

Jaune: There must be a calibration error or something… I can fix it… with a patch… but… put on a lab coat… please?

Wolf Bete: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

(== Table of Contents ==)

[clementinecrane]

So, Say The Words So Often hit the 5k mark in hits recently so I thought I’d write a short something from before Jaskier and Geralt meet IRL. It’s not much but it seemed like a fun way to celebrate the milestone. :) I hope you enjoy!

Jaskier stared at the computer screen for a long moment. His eyes drifted to the gif that WhiteWolf had sent him, asking if he was still alive. His own adorable nagging way of asking for attention. They’d known each other for a little over a year now, and such displays were totally normal for them. He was stuck in the midst of making a decision that he couldn’t take back. 

Dandelion: lol what’s up, goof?

Wolf proceeded to tell him about a fic he’d just finished reading and how Jaskier needed to read it ASAP. A small smile played at Jaskier’s lips as he read the review of the fic from Wolf, and his various warnings about certain things. He could tell him, things wouldn’t change except for the better, right? Jaskier had had a crush on WhiteWofl for months now, and he wished they could be more than just friends. Long distance dating was a lot, he knew, but in his mind it was better than nothing. Hell, he’d even move if he had to. But he’d been feeling this way for a while and he didn’t know how much longer he could go without saying something. 

His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he thought of how he wanted to phrase it. But every time he started to type something out, he would just backspace until he’d erased everything. What if he just made WhiteWolf uncomfortable and their friendship dissolved? What if that was the last thing he ever got to say to him? Suddenly a billion different forms of rejection appeared in his mind and all he could think was, no, there’s no way I can do this.

So instead he simply typed back an affirmative that he’d read the fic as soon as possible, sure that he would love it. He slumped down in his chair and covered his face with his hands. If only there was a way to find out how Wolf felt without broaching the topic himself. He sighed and clicked the ao3 link and settled himself in for another long night of reading fic.

[maria021015]

“Okay, come on,” Zaida whispered to herself, her words muffled by the party blower she held clutched between her teeth as she bent over the cake she had made late last night with a lighter, transferring the flame to the large ‘1’ and ‘7’ candles she’d stuck in the top. When she was done, she picked up the cake from the hood of the Jeep where she’d propped it, and approached the entrance to the Stilinski house, twisting to push the doorbell with her elbow.

“Who the hell is visiting us at seven in the damn morni-” Zaida could hear Stiles complaining loudly on the other side of his front door from where she stood on the porch waiting for him to answer. As soon as he pulled the door open and saw her - party blower in her mouth sounding off, and cake in her hands with a bright twinkle in her eyes - he froze, and his face broke into a broad smile. “Zaida, what…? Is that a birthday cake?”

She started to answer but couldn’t exactly talk clearly with the party blower in her mouth, so Stiles reached out to pluck it from between her lips. “Happy Birthday!” She cheered and wiggled the cake excitedly.

“Oh, Zay, you really didn’t have to. My birthday was ages ago!” He chuckled and then his eyes landed on the cake in her hands. “What the hell is that?”

“It’s Chewbacca!” She grinned, and at his snicker, her face morphed into a frown. “Seriously, Stilinski? I go out of my way to bake and decorate you a cake from scratch, and your first reaction is to laugh at it.”

“I’m sorry! It’s just, it looks like a porcupine.” The boy struggled to compose himself.

“Blow out your freaking candles and let me in. Before I smash this cake into your face.” She narrowed her eyes at him, and he complied happily, blowing out the ‘17’ and stepping aside to allow her in.

“Honestly, I didn’t know if you’d even be up this early.” She admitted and put the cake down on the kitchen bench and rummaged through the cupboards to pull out two plates, two forks and a knife.

“I’ve been up since five-thirty researching deer-related road incidents.” He raised a questioning brow at her. “Cake for breakfast?”

“I once watched you down half a can of whipped cream for breakfast, so you’re gonna shut up and eat it.” She snarked and cut them both rather large slices. “Did you find anything like what happened last night?” She asked and carried both of their plates up the stairs towards his room.

“No!” He answered with a grin as he held his bedroom door open for her to pass through first.

“Why do you sound so excited about that?” Zaida picked up on his tone and set the slices down on his desk atop mounds of printed research.

“Because that just proves that something was supernatural about it!” He collapsed into his desk chair and shovelled a large forkful of chocolate cake into his mouth, then typed away furiously to bring up the public incident reports and articles he’d found.

“Stiles, I’m gonna leave for work. Make sure you take out the bins before-” Noah Stilinski called out to his son from the hallway and paused when he walked in to find both Stiles and Zaida staring back at him. “Are you eating cake?”

“Happy birthday?” Zaida smiled sheepishly with a half-shrug.

“Oh, happy birthday Zaida!” The man smiled kindly, but she shook her head.

“No, it’s for me,” Stiles explained.

“But your birthday was in April?” The Sheriff’s face twisted once again into a confused expression, and a moment later he decided he didn’t need to know. “What are you two kids doing?”

“Research,” Zaida answered simply.

“You know how many vehicle collisions last year involved deer? Two hundred and forty-seven thousand.” Stiles muttered as he hunched over his keyboard, staring at the screen at concerningly close proximity.

“Oh, God, please go to school…” The Sheriff tipped his head back into a groan.

“But that's crossing the road - this one last night came right down the middle.” Stiles continued and Zaida’s ears perked up at that fact. He was right. It was completely atypical behaviour.

“We know it was scared to death - literally - so maybe it was running from something,” Zaida suggested, leaning over his shoulder to take a gander at his research.

“I'm not gonna beg you.” Noah stepped further into the room, standing right behind them both.

“Okay, good. I'm impervious to your influence, anyway.” Stiles replied absent-mindedly.

“Would you consider a bribe?” His father offered hopefully.

“You couldn't meet my price.” The boy snorted.

“Extortion?” Sheriff shot right back and Zaida finally understood exactly where Stiles got it from.

“You got nothing on me.” Stiles shrugged and his father sighed and gripped the back of his chair, tugging him away from his computer as he continued to type, stretching impossibly far to retain contact with the keyboard. “Dad, what are you doing? Dad-”

Stiles yelped as he fell off his chair and hit the floor with a loud thud, leaving Zaida to laugh at him.

“Zaida, please make sure he’s ready and out of the house by quarter-to.” Noah turned to her, and she nodded at him.

“Sure thing, Sheriff.” The girl bid him goodbye with a salute.

“You traitor,” Stiles grumbled from his place on the carpet, his face smooshed into the floor.

“That’s for laughing at my Wookie cake.” She hummed and finished off her slice of cake.

Zaida caught a ride to school with Stiles that morning, considering Allison was taking Lydia due to her car being wrecked the previous night. She was happy to find that if she pretended everything was normal - and that her heart wasn’t going to beat out of her chest every time he looked at her for a little too long - for the most part, things would be exactly as they usually were. She was okay to settle for that at the moment, until she figured out what to do about the dilemma she was currently faced with. She’d always despised love triangles, and yet here she was crushing on her best friend who was in turn crushing on her other best friend. But her other alternative was to ignore him until her feelings went away, and she’d already tried that to no avail. Her ‘avoiding Stiles’ strategy was a clear bust. As soon as they walked into the Beacon Hills High building, Scott was there to greet them with a bright idea about how to get his tattoo back.

“You wanna ask Derek for help? Why? Why?” Stiles cried out dramatically in exasperation.

“He's got the triskele tattooed on his back, so, there has to be a way to do it without healing, right?” The werewolf reasoned, and Zaida couldn’t flaw his logic.

“Okay, yeah, but still - doesn't he have his hands a little full right now?” Stiles pointed out the missing posters pinned to the noticeboard in the hallway where Erica and Boyd’s faces looked back at them.

“Look, these are the applications for the career adviser. I need them sorted. And, whatever happened to the library while I was gone? I want it cleared up!” The sound of their old principal's voice echoing down the hall alerted them to his arrival now that Gerard was missing - according to Xander, his body was never found. They peered towards the office where he was pulling a giant broadsword from beneath the desk. “And what the hell is this?”

“Go, go, go…” Stiles urged them to hurry off.

“I’ll see you boys in English, I gotta swap out my books.” Zaida waved them goodbye and headed in the direction of her locker when a flash of red hair blurred across her peripheral vision and Lydia snatched her by the arm and dragged her to Allison’s locker. “Lydia, no!” She hissed but plastered an awkward smile on her face when Allison turned to face her.

“Hey,” The taller girl greeted, not having spoken to her the previous night with all the deer-related chaos.

“Hey,” Zaida repeated, not knowing what else to say until Lydia nudged her. “How was France?”

“It was good,” Allison nodded, seemingly happy the shorter brunette was talking to her. “How was your summer?”

“Shit, I was grounded. But I got a job at a local candy shop.” She shrugged.

“And apparently found a new sense of style that I, for one, am obsessed with! I was getting so sick of the jeans and cute top combo.” Lydia gripped her hips to take a better look at her skirt, then pulled off the hair elastic keeping her braid in place, unravelling the style to leave her hair out in loose waves. “Now it’s perfect.”

“Green suits you,” Allison commented with an appreciative nod, agreeing with the redhead. “It brings out your eyes.”

“Thanks,” Zaida smiled genuinely this time, feeling a bit more comfortable even though that arrow to the leg was still in the back of her mind. “Lydia went through my stuff before summer and threw out half of my black clothes and demanded I add more colour to my wardrobe. I hate to admit that she was right, but I do quite like the change.”

“Ooh, speaking of change…” Lydia hummed, getting distracted by the new students walking past. “Freshmen. Tons and tons of fresh men…”

“You mean fresh boys.” Allison corrected, mildly amused whilst Zaida wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Lydia, they're fourteen.”

“Eh, some are more mature than others.” The redhead shrugged.

“Lyds, I know more than half the guys in this town look like they’re on growth hormones, but if you’re not careful, you’re gonna catch a case.” Zaida shook her head in disapproval. Lydia might have changed a lot since they’d first met, but there were moments where she was still…well, the Lydia Martin.

“You know, it's okay to be single. Focus on yourself for a little while. Work on becoming a better person.” Allison chimed in.

“Allison, I love you. So, if you need to do that thing where we talk about me and pretend like we're not actually talking about you, it's totally fine.” Lydia chirped, calling out the brunette as she eyed two identical hunky guys clad in black leather jackets. “But I don't want a boyfriend. I want a distraction.”

“Brothers?” The huntress raised a plucked brow.

‘Twins.” The redhead smirked and leaned against the lockers, watching them as they passed.

“Wait and find out how old they are before you drag one into Coach’s office.” Zaida rolled her eyes at her friend. “Come on, I gotta go to my locker before we get to class.”

Walking into English a tad bit late, the first thing Zaida noticed when she took the free seat behind Stiles, was that Isaac was nowhere to be seen. Leaning forward in her seat, she hissed to get Stiles’ attention. “Pst, where’s Isaac?” She asked him, hoping he might have received some information via Scott, who was at the desk to the right of Stiles trying to avoid looking at Allison at the desk in front.

“I don’t know, nor do I care,” The boy rolled his eyes and Zaida huffed in annoyance. “And you shouldn’t care either. Or did you forget he cracked your head open on Scott’s kitchen bench?”

“Yeah, and Allison shot me with a crossbow, yet everyone seems fine with her.” Zaida pointed out the contrast between the two. “Isaac proved himself when he helped us, has she?”

“You know I agree with you about that, but Scott’s in love with her and he’s my best friend, so I can’t exactly publically shun her.” Stiles sighed.

“I’m not saying to shun her. I’m working on moving past it.” She shook her head. “I’m saying that if we can forgive her, we can forgive Isaac. He even apologised to Lydia.”

“Yeah, because he’s trying to get into your panties,” The boy shot back angrily.

“Okay, one, never say ‘panties’ again. Two, Isaac’s not trying to get into my…” She trailed off, not finding an acceptable word.

“Knickers? Undies? Tighty-whities? Do none of those tickle your fancy? Because ‘vagina’ still fits.” Stiles snarked and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Stop it! He’s not trying to get into my bed.” She settled on a word that didn’t make her flinch. “He’s just trying to do the right thing.”

“Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself that.” The boy snorted and turned back to the front of the class, effectively cutting off that conversation as his frustration rose. Why she was so insistent on defending Derek’s beta, he didn't know, but he knew it bothered him. A resounding buzz filled the classroom and they all noticed their phone screens lighting up to a mass text message.

"The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway, leading to the uttermost ends of the earth, flowed sombre under an overcast sky, seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness." A thin young woman with dark hair and eyes to match read aloud from her phone and her heels clacked against the floor as she walked leisurely into the classroom and took her place by the desk. “This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone.”

The class complied, switching their devices off and tucking them away to turn their full attention to the new teacher. Not that long into the lesson, Scott was called to sign out at the request of Melissa, and that caught Zaida’s attention immediately. Melissa McCall was cool, but not the kind if letting-your-son-skip-school-for-fun type of cool. She wouldn’t call on him unless it was something incredibly important and, as the chances were, incredibly supernatural. Ms Blake stepped out to speak with him for a moment before he left and Zaida retreated into her head, searching for Isaac’s door in the corridor of her mind. When she found it, it took her quite a bit of restraint to not throw the door completely open. Instead, she simply lay her hand flat against it and peered through, feeling a wave of wooziness and dulled panic wash over her before the light inside went dark.

“Stiles!” She hissed his name once more, grabbing his attention. “Something’s wrong with Isaac-”

“You used your telempthy? You’re not supposed to be doing that!” Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked back at her in alarm. “What if something bad was happening and you felt it? The whole point of practising the blocks is to avoid something like that.”

“But something bad was happening,” She tried to refocus his attention. “I think he passed out and I don’t know why, but I could feel that something was wrong.”

“Scott’s going to handle it, okay?” He assured her. “It’s not like either of us can afford to skip class. My dad will kill me and Xander will ground you until Christmas. There’s nothing we can do.”

Zaida didn’t want to admit it, but the boy was right. They were entirely powerless at the moment, and Isaac was currently unreachable in his unconscious state. All they could do was wait to hear from Scott and hope that Isaac would be okay. “Besides, if Melissa called Scott, then Isaac’s already at the hospital, which means he’s going to be okay,” Stiles added in an attempt to allay her worries, and it did.

Towards the end of the class, Stiles began to lose focus. He always struggled to keep his attention on one thing for an extended period of time unless he was hyper fixating - and he certainly wasn’t that interested in Heart of Darkness. Instead, his eyes wandered to the floor, and then to the bandage wrapped around the ankle of the redhead sitting beside him. “Hey, Lydia - what is that? Is that from the accident?”

“No...Prada bit me.” She answered, and Zaida frowned at hearing that. She knew the redhead’s little pomeranian extremely well, and she was always perfectly behaved.

“Your dog?” Stiles peered at the injury closely.

“No, my designer handbag.” Lydia drawled sarcastically. “Yes, my dog.”

“Prada would never do that. She’s a lady through and through. I’ve never even seen her properly bite her food, she nibbles.” Zaida interjected.

“Okay, what if it's, like, the same thing as the deer? You know, like, how animals start acting weird right before an earthquake or something?” Stiles whispered conspirationaly.

“Meaning what? There's gonna be an earthquake?” Lydia rolled her eyes, not buying the connection.

“Or something. I just...maybe it means something's coming. Something bad.” The boy tried to reason, and whilst they may not have a lot of evidence, Zaida had to admit he could be onto something. Deer don’t just tear off headfirst into cars.

“It was a deer and a dog.” The redhead raised her brows. “What's that thing you say about threes? Once...twice-”

“Once is an accident, two is a coincidence, three is a pattern, and four is enough for a warrant.” Zaida perfectly recited the quote that she’d heard both Stiles and his father use. Then she paused when she realised her knee was bouncing, and her pulse had started to jump. Lifting up her hands, she saw she was starting to shake. “Guys, I think-”

Before she could finish speaking a loud thud and splat against the window beside the redhead caught their attention, making them all jump slightly in their seats at the surprise of it. They turned to see a bright red bloodstain as the black bird that had crashed straight into the window fell.

“Yeah, something’s definitely happening.” Stiles finished Zaida’s sentence, staring out as a flock of birds large enough to span almost their entire view of the sky were flying straight towards the school from the far treeline. They didn’t stop, or even slow, as they neared the building and crashed straight into the glass as they came. The wall of windows lining the left side of the classroom shattered one by one with a loud smash as more and more of them died upon impact, and some made it through the already blown-out windows, flapping noisily around the room in a panic.

“Get down, everyone! Get down! Down! Get down!” Ms Blake yelled out to them and took cover herself as the room was starting to fill with cawing black birds that continued to circle until they nose-dived to their deaths either into the floor, or desks, or walls.

The students all ducked, trying to avoid being pecked or stabbed by sharp beaks in the torrent of black feathers surrounding them. Zaida threw up her blocks as the fear started to take root within her. Stiles reached out and gripped her hand, tugging her to the floor with him as his other arm went out to pull Lydia along with them. He shielded them both with his body, taking the brunt of the crossfire. It seemed to go on forever when in reality it was over within a few minutes. When the last few birds stopped cawing and fluttering their wings, Stiles retreated, and they all looked around at the sea of bloodied carcasses and traumatised classmates.

“What’s that poem about ravens?” Zaida asked in a shaky voice, her legs trembling as Stiles helped her to her feet. "One for sorrow, two for joy..."

“I don’t think that applies to this amount.” The boy shook his head.

“Well…if you wanted more proof, Lyds, that’s number three.” The brunette gulped as a feathered body beside her twitched. “A definite pattern.”

[bluefuckboy]

@slackslumber @king-queenie

This baby deserves its own post.

I’d like to say Incubus Kiri’s look is based heavily off his hybrid dragon form in the fantasy au

And with that I give you over 4K words of smut

Bakugo tossed another dirtied tissue into the wastebasket next to his desk. It joined the pile of similarly stained tissues and Bakugo felt a twinge of shame as he leaned back in his chair and sighed. The video on his computer was still playing and the sound of porn stars fucking now echoed a bit in his dorm room.

Bakugo hit pause and let his head fall onto the keyboard. Nineteen years and he was still in a steady relationship with his right hand. It was sad, but what was even worse was the fact that every time he tried to muster up the courage to finally go out and find someone to fuck, he would end up chickening out before the date even started.

It also didn’t help that he was into guys. It just made things harder since every guy he’d tried to hook up with thought Bakugo was ready to spread his ass for them no sweat. Like hell he was. He was the one who would be doing the fucking.

He sighed and picked up his phone to scroll through the group of apps he’d downloaded for the sole purpose of finding someone to finally lose his virginity with. All of them were a no go tonight and all the messages were just horny guys telling him how good he’d look pinned under them.

He was about to call it a night when his phone dinged with a message from an unknown sender. It dinged again, and again, and again, until Bakugo shut the sound off to silence the chorus of bells. It was the same message, sent to all the dating apps he had.

Of course his first thought was to delete it since it obviously must be some sort of spam, but he was curious too. He glanced at the message header.

Mistress Midnight’s Midnight Delights

The font was large and gothic and Bakugo’s curiosity got the better of him as he opened the message. It was a link to another app, which Bakugo downloaded for the heck of it since the description “Pleasure with the press of a button” had piqued his interest.

The app was set up like any other dating app would be, except there was no place to fill out a profile. Just categories which included Vanilla, S/M, BDSM, and one called V Card Removal. Bakugo clicked on it and was taken to a page that was exactly what he was looking for. It was a section dedicated entirely to first timers.

He was impressed with the frankness of the app as he scrolled through descriptions ranging from “soft and sweet” to “XXX.” He stopped at one that read “D/S.” He clicked on it and was greeted with several photos of gorgeous guy sprawled out in various positions.

There was a tall, lean guy leaning against a wall with a distant look on his face. His hair was two toned, half white and half red with what looked like a birthmark around one eye. He was very handsome, but Bakugo got the vibe he was probably under the Dom category and he was definitely looking for a Sub.

He scrolled through more photos. There was a guy with crazy yellow hair that looked like he’d been hit by a lightning bolt. He was even wearing what appeared to be a Pikachu costume, complete with ears and a tail that was clearly an anal plug. It made Bakguo’s cheeks hot, but it still wasn’t quite his type.

Another guy who looked the Sub part caught his eye. He was doey eyed with green hair and a spray of freckles over his nose and cheeks. He was laying on a bed, everything visible except for the goods, which were covered by his hands in Marilyn Monroe-like pose. There was even some sparkly linen covering one of this thighs.

Bakugo scrunched his nose up. Definitely not his type. That guy would probably cry during sex and then tell you he loved you as you were trying to sneak out the door the next morning. Bakugo wanted someone who would gladly suck his cock or ask him to fuck them and make him feel like this wasn’t a desperate final attempt to no longer be a virgin.

He scrolled past green haired boy and stopped as the next photo made him do a double take. It was a red haired guy, well built with a coy, toothless smile that made Bakugo’s stomach drop slightly. He was super cute and dressed in what appeared to be a doggy kink get up.

A bright red collar circled his neck and he was holding a bone in one hand while the other rested on his knees, which were pulled up to his chest, showing off just enough of his firm thighs to make Bakugo want to grip them tightly as he made the guy whimper like a naughty puppy.

Bakugo clicked on the picture. A pop up appeared.

Would you like to summon, Red?

Red must be what the guy went by, which was fitting. Bakugo found the wording a bit strange, but the slight sparkle in this guy’s eyes made Bakguo’s throat tighten up. He slammed his thumb onto the “Summon” option.

To his surprise the phone became searing hot in his palm. He cursed and dropped it onto the floor. It started vibrating violently and Bakugo was sure he must have just downloaded a virus. But then it stopped and the air seemed to thicken.

It felt like it was weighing down on Bakugo making it hard to breathe. The phone was buzzing again, but rhythmically this time. The screen was glowing red and it got brighter and brighter until Bakugo had to cover his eyes when it became almost blinding. There was a sudden rush of air from nowhere and the atmosphere changed from suffocating to calm. There was even a scent that reminded Bakguo of a high end cologne.

He opened his eyes and blinked rapidly, trying to clear the afterimage of the bright light from the phone. The room had gone dark again as Bakugo had the lights dimmed for his me time. As his eyes adjusted his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. There was someone standing in the middle of his room.

He nearly fell over in his attempt to scramble away from the large, imposing figure. He groped for something, anything that he could possibly use to defend himself. He ended up ripping the keyboard from its spot next to the monitor, holding it in front of him like it was some sort of shield as he spoke in a shaky voice.

“Who the hell are you? How the fuck did you get in my room?”

The figure didn’t reply. There was what sounded like a snap and the room was suddenly bathed in soft lighting from sources that seemed to appear out of thin air. There were candles that had popped into existence, flickering slightly.

Now that there was adequate light, Bakugo could see that the hulking figure was none other than the guy, Red, that he had hit “summon” on. But he was far different from his photo.

For starters he was jacked as shit, way more muscular than the photo had let on. He was wearing what appeared to be tight leather pants that revealed he was packing some major heat. He had leather boots that stretched nearly up to his knees and he was completely shirtless.

Bakugo noticed there was a tattoo on the guys left shoulder that looked like the Roman Numeral for 5. In looking at the tattoo, Bakugo’s eyes couldn’t help but wander over the bulging bicep it was above, which flexed as the guy crossed his arms.

“You called?”

His voice was dangerously low and gravelly. Bakugo’s eyes darted up to his face. He was handsome for sure, but his features were sharper than Bakguo had expected and there was a scar over one his eyes, which were a deep, dark color that Bakugo couldn’t quite make out in the low lighting.

They seemed to glint a bit as the guy cocked his head and growled, “Come on kid I haven’t got all day. What’ll be?”

Bakugo’s mouth gaped open and he managed to stammer out, “You’re that guy from the app? Red, right?”

Red nodded, but his expression was bored. “Yeah that’s me. But you can call me whatever you want to tonight, sweetheart.”

Bakugo eyes widened and he was about to give an angry retort, but Red was suddenly in front of him. It was too fast for a normal human. He was simply just there, mere inches away from Bakugo, who found himself pinned against the desk. He panicked and shoved the wireless keyboard into Red’s broad chest in an attempt to push him away, but it was entirely useless.

Red’s chuckle sent a chill down Bakugo’s spine and he shimmied the keyboard out of Bakugo’s shaking hands, tossing it to the side.

“Hey!” Bakugo yelled, “That shit’s expensive you ass!”

He could feel the adrenaline pumping in his veins now and it gave him a momentary bout of courage to say, “I clicked on a cute submissive guy, not you, you crazy shithead.”

Red looked confused for a second, but then his face broke into a grin. His casual laugh caught Bakugo off guard and Red said, “Shit. That’s my bad. I forgot to update that photo.”

He was suddenly too close for comfort and Bakugo could feel his hot breath against his face as Red crooned, “I used to play the sweet puppy act, but now I’m more of an alpha.”

He grinned again, this time showing teeth which were unnaturally sharp. Bakugo shivered as Red whispered, “I can be the Big Bad Wolf if you want, babe.”

Bakugo felt the edge of the desk dig into the small of his back as he tried to lean back as Red came closer. He loomed over him and Bakugo felt small and almost vulnerable. This wasn’t what he wanted, and the taunting smirk on Red’s face was making him even more pissed off.

He somehow managed to wriggle his arms up and pound his fists into Red’s chest, which was sold as a rock. It was enough to provide a small sliver of space for Bakugo to shimmy out of Red’s grasp and stand in front of him.

“Go back to wherever the fuck you came from and get the fuck out of my room.”

Red cocked an eyebrow. “Aw you’re kicking me out? But I’m just getting started. We pride ourselves on service at Mistress Midnight’s. So I’m not leaving until you’re satisfied.”

Red was suddenly right next to him again. Bakugo didn’t have time to try and maneuver out of the way as the man’s wide palms were at his hips, holding him in place. That heavy, almost suffocating feeling was in the atmosphere again.

“Let me go!” Bakugo growled, struggling in vain, his fists pounding against Red’s chest.

One of Bakugo’s wrists was grabbed by Red and yanked back so that they were pressed flush against each other. Red’s other hand was now on Bakugo’s ass and Bakugo could feel the heat between their bodies.

The hand on Bakugo’s ass slipped into his boxers. Red’s palm was like fire against Bakguo’s skin and he hissed slightly as he tried to pull out of Red’s vice like grip. The air grew even thicker and Bakugo’s lungs felt like they were about to cave in, but then everything seemed to stop as Red pressed their lips together.

Bakugo wasn’t just a a virgin sexually. He had also never kissed anyone before. The sensation was strange, a tingly feeling that had him focusing on the soft give of Red’s lips instead of the hand kneading his asscheck slightly.

Bakugo inhaled sharply as something wet came to tease at the seam of his lips. Red’s tongue slipped past Bakugo’s lips, snaking it’s way past his teeth and forcing Bakugo’s mouth open. Bakugo panted into Red’s mouth as Red’s tongue caressed every inch of Bakugo’s mouth, until Bakugo’s knees began to shake.

When Red finally pulled back Bakugo was gasping for air. He knew kissing was supposed to be good, but this was on another level. His lips felt swollen and he flinched as Red dragged a thumb along his bottom lip, gathering the bit of spit that coated it. Bakugo watched with wide eyes as Red sucked the saliva off the pad of his thumb with an obscene pop before smacking his lips.

“You virgins always taste so sweet,” Red commented.

Bakugo flushed and he looked down sheepishly at his feet. In doing so he noticed the boner he must have popped at some point during their make out session. Out of habit he tried to cover himself with the hand that wasn’t being held by Red, but it was snatched away so both his wrists were in Red’s grasp.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. This the whole reason I’m here, remember?”

Red punctuated the statement by grinding his hips into Bakugo’s. Bakugo let out a very unmanly squeal as he felt Red’s own erection press against him. Red made a strange noise, but Bakugo didn’t have time to register it as he was suddenly being slammed into the wall.

His back hit with a solid thud and the air was knocked out of him. He gasped for breath, but then forgot how to breathe entirely as he saw that Red’s eyes were glowing, the pupils thin slits, almost reptilian.

But it wasn’t just Red’s eyes that had changed. His teeth were sharp like a shark’s, glistening in dim room. Black horns topped his forehead, fitting perfectly with the spikes of his red hair. The tips of his ears had elongated slightly, ending in distinct points. The hands that came to cup Bakugo’s ass again ended in sharp points that stung as Red dug his nails in. But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

Red had suddenly sprouted wings. Giant, leathery wings that looked bat-like. They were folded, but flared out slightly as he grinned at Bakugo wickedly. Something caught Bakugo’s attention from the corner of his eye. There was also a tail flipping back and forth behind Red, which ended in a heart shaped spike.

“Y-youre a demon?” Bakugo gasped, shaking even more now.

Red’s wings flattened agains his back. “In broad terms sure. But the correct word is Incubus.”

“Incuwhat?”

“To put it very simply, a sex demon.”

“S-sex demon?”

Bakugo’s whole body was hot. Red’s now inhuman appearance was frightening, but there was something also oddly erotic about it. His eyes seemed to draw you in and despite how dangerous they looked, Bakugo found himself wanting to delve his tongue into Red’s mouth now, tracing the points of those teeth. Said teeth were suddenly nibbling lightly at Bakugo’s neck, down his collarbone which Red laved his tongue over, dipping into the hollow and making Bakugo’s body spasm.

He’d been turned on plenty of times but this was different. It was like his body was craving more each time Red would touch him. He wanted to feel Red’s naked chest against his own, and he found himself clumsily trying to yank his shirt off.

Red chuckled and the garment was discarded along with Bakugo’s boxers, leaving Bakugo entirely exposed. Red’s eyes flicked over Bakugo’s trembling body and it felt like everywhere he looked became hot. Bakugo’s cock was already fully erect and Red’s eyes lingered on it.

He pursed his lips, as though in thought, and then he was kissing Bakugo with such force that Bakguo thought he might suffocate. Red’s mouth was wet and hot, but there was something snaking up his leg, winding round his thigh, dancing lightly over the dip in his pelvis until he felt it coil round his throbbing cock.

It was Red’s tail, wrapping Bakguo from base to tip, making him mewl into Red’s mouth. The pressure around his cock was just enough to make Bakugo want more, it was almost a tease, but then the tip of Red’s tail flicked over the head of Bakugo’s cock.

It was a completely foreign feeling, rough, but warm, and agonizingly stimulating. Red’s tail tightened around Bakugo’s cock and he began to pump him slowly while he teased Bakugo’s slit, which was dripping precum onto the leathery skin.

Red separated their mouths briefly and Bakugo gasped for air. Red’s eyes were hypnotizing and the slow fuck of his tail around Bakugo’s cock had him close to orgasm. But then the sensation was suddenly gone and Bakugo made a disappointed noise.

Red chuckled, “Don’t worry. We’re only getting started.”

Bakguo was swept up effortlessly by Red’s strong arms and deposited on his bed, still very much naked, and still very much aroused. Red stood over the bed, looking like a predator deciding how to devour its prey. His wings flexed slightly.

“You know what, I’m feeling generous tonight, so I’ll give you some special service. But first I wanna see you on your hands and knees.”

Bakugo’s brow furrowed. “My what?”

Red’s eyes began to glow brighter. “I said get on all fours.”

It was an order and Bakugo scrambled to position himself on the bed. He looked up at Red, who tutted at him before bending down so their faces were level. Bakugo’s eyelids were heavy and he opened his mouth eagerly for Red as they shared a languid kiss.

But then another order came. “Turn around.”

Bakugo hesitantly maneuvered so his backside was toward Red. He couldn’t help the blush that spread over his cheeks and all the way down to his chest. He could hear Red make a noise of approval and then Bakugo’s head was being shoved down into the sheets so his ass was in the air.

“Now be a good boy and stay still.”

Bakugo flinched as Red cupped his ass. The claws on his fingers dug into the skin ever so slightly and Bakugo tried to move away but was stopped with a hard slap to his left cheek followed by a growl from Red.

“I said don’t move.”

Bakugo’s heartbeat was pounding in his ears. The sting from where Red had slapped him was turning him on even more. He wanted to feel more so he purposefully pushed himself up from the bed.

Red’s claws dug into his scalp almost instantly, forcing his head back down as the satisfying sound of Red’s palm hitting the creamy skin of Bakugo’s ass echoed through the room. Bakguo moaned slightly and the grip on his hair vanished.

He could feel Red’s hands cup the angry red marks he’d left on Bakugo’s ass. Near perfect handprints. But Red was far from done as he spread Bakugo open. It was what Bakugo had wanted to do to the cute boy in a collar. But instead he was being worked open by a demon whose hot breath beat against his quivering hole.

Bakugo buried his face deeper in the the sheets, balling them up with his fists as he felt something wet flick at his entrance. Red’s hands tightened on Bakugo’s cheeks and then Bakugo cried out as Red’s tongue pressed into him ever so slightly.

Bakugo had tried anal play once, just to see if it was anything he was interested in. He’d managed to get two fingers in, but could never find the sweet spot he’d heard about, which was part of the reason he wanted to top.

But now, as Red’s tongue circled rings of muscles, any remaining wishes to top were long gone. In fact he found himself trying to lean in closer to Red, who was fucking him slowly with a tongue that was far to long for any human being.

It was reaching places Bakugo didn’t even know he had. Red curled his tongue slightly and Backugo let out a muffled scream of pleasure. He had the sheets between his teeth now, biting down in an attempt to keep quiet as this was a dorm.

But Red seemed to have other ideas. His tongue was pulled out, making Bakugo’s body shake. He felt the bed dip and then Red was draped over him, his chest pressed flush against Bakugo’s sweaty back. Somehow Red’s pant’s were gone and Bakugo could feel something firm and hot slide between his cheeks for a moment.

Red yanked the sheet out of Bakugo’s mouth and replaced it with two of his fingers, hooking them into Bakugo’s bottom jaw. He couldn’t feel the points of Red’s claws, but sharp teeth came to nibble on his ear as Red whispered.

“I want to hear you beg for me to fuck you.”

Bakugo’s last bit of sanity snapped as he felt the tip of Red’s tail suddenly slip inside of his quivering hole. The fingers in his mouth were making him drool onto the sheets. The flared tip of Red’s tail had slid in surprisingly easily and Bakugo clenched around it.

He let out a noise he didn’t know he was capable of making as the tip of Red’s tail brushed against an area that had Bakugo seeing stars. He heard a growl of approval, and the fingers in his mouth were taken out.

“Tell me what you want,” Red asked, his voice a low rumble.

Bakugo’s voice shook as he found himself saying, “I want you to fuck me.”

Red smiled devilishly. “Good boy. Now scream for me.”

The tip of the tail pressed right against Bakugo’s prostate and Bakugo let out a high pitched whine. It didn’t seem to satisfy Red though and his tail was slipped out quickly, leaving Bakugo’s hole clenching at air. But then the solid head of Red’s cock was there.

Red pushed in ever so slightly and Bakugo whined.

“You want more?”

Bakugo could only nod, his head bobbing up and down erratically as he panted into the sheets. Red’s tail wrapped around Bakugo’s right leg, almost holding him there as he positioned himself at Bakugo’s entrance.

In one thrust he entered him all the way and Bakugo did indeed scream. It felt like he was being ripped apart. Red’s cock was huge, filling him up in a way he never knew he wanted. He cried out again as Red pulled out before slamming back in.

Bakugo cummed as Red’s cock hit his prostate. He could feel himself clench around Red and it was almost too much as Red pulled out again and started fucking him hard and fast. Bakugo’s muscles relaxed slightly after his orgasm and somehow Red slid even deeper into him.

A low growl rumbled from behind Bakugo’s head and he felt wet strands of saliva dripping onto his back. He somehow managed to glance up at Red and the sight pushed him forward into a second orgasm.

The incubus looked like an animal in heat. He was salivating, panting heavily as he fucked into Bakugo. His wings had spread out so they filled the cavity between the bed and the ceiling. They trembled with what Bakugo hoped was Red’s own pleasure. Red’s tail tightened around Bakgugo’s leg and then Red came.

As he did he dug his claws into Bakugo’s hips, but Bakugo didn’t register the pain. He was entirely fixated on the feel of Red’s hot cum filling him up. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before and it was amazing. Red was still thrusting and Bakugo didn’t expect to feel even more spurts of cum shoot inside him. It was like Red was trying to pump him full.

With a loud moan Red’s forehead fell to rest on Bakugo’s shoulder. Bakugo could feel breath beat against his skin, cooling the saliva sticking to it. When Red finally pulled out Bakugo felt slick sliding out of him. He shuddered and tried to look up at Red again, but he couldn’t.

He was feeling strange all of a sudden. Like his body was being dragged down into the bed, his limbs becoming heavy. It was becoming hard to focus and a soft buzzing was starting to fill his head.

He was lifted like a rag doll and plopped back onto the bed. Red’s wet tongue swept up his abdomen and Bakugo shivered. He groaned as he felt Red’s mouth at his cock for a moment, licking up the cum that had dribbled down. He felt a strange sensation at the jut of his hip. It burned slightly but then it was over and exhaustion and post coitus bliss washed over him, drowning him into a deep sleep.

He faintly heard Red say something to him, but he was out before he could understand what it was.

When he awoke the next morning he was tucked into bed. His phone was on the nightstand, sheets neat and clean as though last night had never happened. Bakugo wondered if that was the case. It could have been one hell of a dream, and probably had to be.

An incubus fucking him senseless? That was the stuff of fiction. Bakugo sighed. He didn’t deny the fact that part of him wished it had been real. He could almost feel the burn from Red’s hands on his ass. As he shifted slightly, he did feel something with his ass however. It was a numb feeling and he sprung up, regretting doing so as his back throbbed painfully.

He tore the sheets off and waddled over to the mirror hanging on the closet door. Sure enough, as he yanked his boxers down there were distinctly shaped red marks on each cheek. It made Bakguo’s heart flutter for some reason, but then he noticed something else.

There was another mark on his hip. It was writing. He craned his neck down to make it out. It looked like it had been written with a sharp object and was more of a scar than anything. Bakugo’s eyebrows raised at the words.

Property of Eijiro

Eijiro? Bakugo didn’t know an Eijiro. He was thoroughly confused but then the moment before he passed out came rushing back. Red had carved this into him. He’d also whispered to him words which made Bakugo shiver remembering them.

“Next time I want my name on your lips as you cum. You’re mine now.”

[sebabestianstan101]

Suit and Tie - 002

Pairing: Ceo!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Synopsis: You’re good at your job as the Secretary in The White Wolf Enterprise for years now, with a great set of friends and co-workers and a really hot boss, James Buchanan Barnes. You have a pretty decent work-relationship with him, even if you have to use all of your strength and self-control to not jump on him at every chance you get. Nothing exciting is really going on with your life, until your boss himself decides to spice things up a bit.

Themes throughout the series: Smut, angst, fluff, slight dom!bucky x sub!reader (nothing too crazy..), swearing, there’s probably going to be more as the story progresses

SERIES MASTERLIST  Teaser 001 

“Thank you, Tony. It’s always a pleasure to work with you.” 

Both men stand as they shake their hands after discussing the partnership. As expected, it went well between the two. They knew each other since college and were great friends, and now, they’re good business partners. 

“Likewise, Barnes,” Tony says smiling before giving him a pointed look, “I’m expecting your attendance at my wedding. You better fly your ass there, or I’m withdrawing from this contract we just signed.” 

He actually can’t, but knowing Tony he’d probably do his magic and make it possible. Bucky chuckles and feigns nervousness as he pretends to wipe off his sweat. 

“Well, I guess I have no choice but to fly to Barbados!” He exclaims before laughing. You discreetly smile in your laptop at their friendship. You have noticed that Bucky is very relaxed around Tony and not tense like he was in the last meeting with Alexander Pierce. That meeting did not go well and that stupid proposal from Pierce went down the drain along Bucky’s approval. You carefully watch Bucky nod as Tony updates him with his fiancee, Pepper Potts, with a happy look on his face. However, you also notice a hint of longing in his eyes as Tony talks about the love of his life. 

That is the only thing Bucky is missing. A billionaire and a CEO of one of the top manufacturing tech companies all over the world is not as fulfilling as it sounds when he’s got no one to share it with. Sure, he’s sexually active and still finds time to get on with women;  women who only care for his body and his money. He doesn’t even remember half their names. 

He longs for a partner – a life-long companion that he can fall in love and start a family with. At 38 years old, he’s way past the idea of only living to work. He wants to continue working while settling down. As he thinks of this, his gaze inadvertently drops at you, smirking when he caught you already staring at him. 

Your heart skips a beat, eyes slightly widening before looking back at the screen. Shit, he saw you. Your cheeks heat up, fully aware that he’s still looking at you, and you start to type random letters to busy yourself. You hear Tony bid his goodbye signaling that he’s leaving. You look back up and give the other CEO  a smile which he returns. 

Bucky clears his throat, grabbing your attention which makes you look back at him. You unconsciously start chewing your bottom lip and hope that he doesn’t mention your staring because you will definitely die of embarrassment.

“So,” he clasps his hands together, walking towards you, “I’m sure you heard my conversation with Tony. His wedding is in a week which means that I’ll be flying to Barbados and will be gone for 4 days,” he pauses before looking at your lips that you’re still chewing on to which he internally groans at. His eyes snap back up before continuing, “So, uh, work still continues, yeah? It won’t be much of a vacation since 4 days is a lot.” 

You nod in acknowledgement while preparing to start jotting down his reminders which he usually gives when he’s leaving for a trip. Your fingers position along the keyboards before humming, urging him to continue. 

“Since I have another board meeting to discuss, I’m going to be needing assistance all throughout as well as immediate communication. Normally, I’d have Wanda course everything, but she just took her Maternity leave, as you know, so I’ll have direct contact with you instead.”

You nod once again and smile, as you think about your friend with her firstborn. It’s crazy how you're the same age, but are living very different lives. You, being much lonelier and single. 

“Alright, Mr. Barnes. I’ll make sure to keep my line on so there will not be any delays. You can count on me on that,” 

He gives you a look for a brief moment before letting out a laugh and shaking his head. You look up at him in confusion, trying to figure out what was funny. Is he messing with you or..?

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I –– I think you misunderstood me,” he paused giving you a softer look, “You’re coming with me.” 

You blink. Once. Twice. 

If your heart kept skipping beats earlier, now it completely stopped. Did you hear him right? Coming with him? To Barbados? What? 

“What?” You voiced out your thoughts staring at him, dumbly, “I mean –– what? Are you serious?” 

Bucky smiles at your stunned expression, noticing how he gets you to lose your composed, professional state in seconds. He finds your disbelief adorable  as if he suggested something crazy. Technically, he did, but being a CEO means that his normal is far different from others. 

“Maybe I should have led with that but,” he takes a seat on his desk across you, “you don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll have you covered. We leave on Sunday so you should already start packing if you must.” 

You blink at him once again, a bit overwhelmed with the surge of information. Sure, you’ve travelled before, but it wasn’t as spontaneous as this. Who the hell casually asks someone to fly to an island with him – to his friend’s wedding,  at 11am in the morning?

 Oh, right. Rich people. 

“For the wedding…” You trailed off realizing that this was a personal event and you wouldn’t want to intrude.  You see the corner of his lips subtly turn upwards and  how amused he is at how you’re taking in all this. It was sudden, yes, but he almost wants to tell you to start getting used to it. 

“You’re coming with me, if that’s alright. Tony doesn’t really mind, and he already knows you. As usual, he really goes all out with everything and his wedding has a bunch of… pre-celebration events, if you would call it. So, yes, you’re coming with.” 

You slowly nod, and your heart warms at the thought of attending one of his best pal’s wedding with him. There’s something so personal with it, and you want to pinch yourself for having these thoughts. Clearly, it’s a work thing. 

“Is that alright? I do apologize for overwhelming you, but I figured it would be better to tell you as soon as possible.” He cuts your thoughts off. 

You smile at him and nod. Of course it’s alright. First, he’s your boss so technically, you have to do as he says. Next, you’re going on a trip with him. To an island. At his friend’s wedding. What more could you ask for? 

“Absolutely. Thank you, Sir.” 

-

“To Barbados, Nat. Barbados!” You frantically rummage through your summer/tropical clothing right when you got home to see if there’s anything you may possibly need while your cousin casually rests on your bed. “Uh,” you glare, “a  little help, maybe?” 

Natasha rolls her eyes at your flustered state. As she is  naturally a laid back person, your whole life together has consisted of you panicking and her telling you to chill. She suspects that it has something to do with your upbringing, as your mom constantly pressured you even as a child. She also thinks about your ex who treated you like absolute shit for 3 years, but you didn’t have the courage to break up with him until you finally did. 

She wants to thank your boss for bringing excitement into your life. You’re a very fun person to be around, but she also knows how little you give credit yourself, let alone, have fun. Natasha cares for you so much that she’ll kill anyone who’ll hurt you. She would’ve killed your ex if you didn’t stop her. 

“Y/N. Take a breath. You really won’t find what you need if you keep throwing your clothes across your room.” She says as she glances at the mess you made. 

“You’re right,” you sighed, “the lack of planning and the spontaneity of this whole situation is making my mind go crazy.” You make your way to your cousin and lie down beside her as she gives you a hug. Nat is really like your big sister. You wouldn’t have learned how to suck it up if it weren’t for her. 

She rubs your back comfortingly before giving you a tight squeeze, “Everything’s gonna be fine, Y/N/N. We can make a list of the things you need and start from there. Think of it this way,” she smirks and wiggles her eyebrows, “you’re going to Barbados with your extremely hot boss that you’ve been crushing on for the longest time. You might actually get it on with him.”

You hit her with a pillow before groaning as you bury your face into one. Your stress came from the sudden trip, and another was really cause you were very excited for it. The thought of spending time with Bucky made your whole body tingle of excitement. 

“Shut up! If only..” 

“It’s true!” She exclaims smiling at you. She can feel you relax, probably realizing that it’s not as bad as you visioned. 

Then suddenly, you tense up when your phone rings and tense up even more (if possible) reading the Caller ID. 

“Oh my god, it’s Bucky.” Shit. You clear your throat and take a deep breath before answering, “Hello?” 

Natasha is impressed with the way you were able to compose yourself so quickly, when you were literally dying on your bed earlier. She thinks it’s because of how many times you’ve done it in the past.

“Y/N, hello! I just wanted to give you a heads up so you don’t get surprised, but I felt a little bad for overwhelming you earlier. I will have something delivered to you in awhile, so just expect that.” 

“Delivered..? Like.. I mean, is it like –” you were cut off by the buzzing of your doorbell which Bucky must have heard. 

“It’s just a little something to make up for the short notice. Bring it as you pack.” You can hear him smile through the phone making you smile as well even if you were a little confused. 

“Oh, okay. Thank you, sir, you really didn’t have to.” 

Through the phone, Bucky smiles at how sincere and polite you sound. Suddenly, he just feels the need to spoil you with gifts, but he’ll have to wait. 

“Please, I wanted to. Now go, I think my chauffeur is at your place with my gift. Before you wonder why I know where you live, I have the files of my employees so don’t worry.” He chuckles to which you laugh at. 

“I figured,” you smile widely, “I’ll go grab the package, Sir. Thank you again.” 

“It’s my pleasure.” He says before ending the call. 

You and Nat stare at each other in anticipation before she tells you not to keep his chauffeur waiting and get the package. You open the door and you are greeted by Bucky’s chauffeur, Thor.

“Hello, Ms. Y/N. I believe Mr. Barnes has already informed you of this package he has intended for you to receive.” He smiles warmly with two boxes on his hands. 

“Oh, wow, there are two?” Your eyes widen at the expensive looking boxes resting on his hands. He was a big guy, so the one of the boxes didn’t look as large but as it was being handed over to you, you have come to realize that it was massive. “Thank you, Thor.” 

He nods and smiles in acknowledgement and you see him give you a knowing smile before leaving. Natasha excitedly runs towards you pulling you to your living room. 

“Holy shit! Oh my god, wait, open it now.” 

You let out a nervous breathy laugh before unboxing them. You open the first and gasp as you lift up a muted ocean-colored dress with intricate detailing of sheer lace. 

“Holy shit.” You repeat as you gawk at the beautiful dress. It feels expensive (and obviously is) and you almost didn’t want to accept it. You open the other and are met with a pair of simple dangling earrings with a matching dainty necklace. You read the card along with it, in his handwriting, 

For the wedding. 

                                James 

You stare at Nat and she stares back, both of you astounded at what just transpired. You think that because he’s a billionaire, he probably doesn’t think that this is a lot to give to someone –– his employee, but it really is a lot for you. You’re in shock as you stare at his gifts. On cue, your phone gets a notification indicating that you received a text message from the person consuming your thoughts. 

1 New Message –– Mr. James Barnes: 

I hope you like it.

You stare at your phone before typing,

 Mr. Barnes, I truly appreciate your gifts, but I don’t think I can accept these..

You chew on your nails, anxiously looking at Nat who was anticipating his reply as well. In a matter of seconds you receive a message from him.

It’s really just a simple something, and they will look perfect on you. I expect to see you wear them – that’s an order from your boss. :) 

Your heart swells and your face breaks into a smile. Simple something my ass. 

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Eternal Flame- Kol Mikaelson 4/?

Chapter 2- And Here I Thought We Were Getting Along.

Summary: 'You never know whats in a persons heart until you truly know them' - Belle French, Once Upon a Time

Singing. Thats all what Alexandra Gilbert has cared about since she was young and all she would care about until she met him.

With Alexandra fighting vampires, werewolves and all between she may do a thing she vowed never to do, fall in love.

And to think it all started with a walk in the woods...

WC: 2909

I came here for a good time not to get abused by a psychotic hybrid and watch one of my good friends get their necks snapped. Wasn't on my todays to do list, let me explain what happened next.

"Ah Dana, why don’t you relax? You and Chad sit tight." How gracious of you, you psycho I thought no way in hell am I being sarcastic to the scary hybrid maniac again, I quite like my head attached to my body. "I assume you’re the reason Elena's still walking around alive?" The psycho question Bonnie

"That’s right. If you want someone to blame, blame me" Bon I love you but let’s not commit suicide by placing blame on yourself. 

"Oh, there's no need for blame, love. just you and your witchy interference seems to have caused some undesirable side effects." He told her making me thank whatever god that he won't kill a friend of mine well so I thought. "And since you caused the problem, I’m going to have you find the fix." Wonderful, fan-fucking-tastic.

Before anyone was able to come back with a comment a blonde girl dressed in a pretty outfit came through the doors the opposite side of the hall with her dragging Tyler. Oh, this is getting better and better.

"Get off of me!" Ty yelled at the blonde but I have an inkling that just yelling that isn’t going to work.  

"Hush now" the blonde said to Tyler hearing her speak with the same accent as the psycho essentially holding the rest of us captive, wonderful.

"I'd like you all to meet my sister. word of warning... she can be quite mean." He said teasing his sister clearly annoying the girl.

"Don't be an ass" before throwing Ty in to the hybrids arm. I like her all things considered.  

"Leave him alone!" Elena yelled futile. I mean did she really think that was going to work.

"I'm going to make this very simple... every time I attempt to turn a werewolf into a vampire they die during transition. It’s quite horrible actually." The psycho hybrid informs us before biting into his wrist and making ty drink his blood which I can say from experience isn’t a great experience. "I need you to find a way to save my hybrids bonnie and for Tyler’s sake... you better hurry" before snapping his neck killing him.

"Jesus!" I yelled instinctively as Klaus smiles at us creepily. What is happening to this town, now not only is the sheriffs’ kid essentially dead but the mayors as well. Wonderful

Matt dropped down to the floor looking at Tyler almost in tears staring at his best friend before saying "He killed him".

"He's not dead, Klaus blood will turn him into a vampire" I informed Matt with a hand on his shoulder attempting to comfort the quarter back.

"And if Bonnie is successful, he will live through transition. Go on then. Go and fetch your grimoires and enchantments and what-not. I'll hold onto Elena and Her" he said pointing at me "for safe keeping" fantastic I’m leverage now. I should have taken up Sam’s offer to give me a ride back home. Bonnie looks apprehensive to leave so I shout

"Bon just go we'll be fine? I assume so anyway." But she seemed more focused on Elena what a shocker and when got the okay from her left. Once it was just the six of us Rebekah came up to my sister looking her up and down.

"So, this is the latest doppelganger. The original one was much prettier" I’m not going to lie that moment seemed to be the only good thing that had been said since I left the boys.

"Enough Rebekah. Take the wolf boy and her somewhere, would you?" Her brother told her like she was the dog not him.

"And here was me thinking we were getting on" I said to the hybrid in an innocent tone. I saw the blonde give a small smirk in the corner of my eye before grabbing Tyler by the t-shirt he was wearing and me roughly by the arm.

"God what is it with this family and being rough. Keep it inside the bedroom will you."

Rebekah dragged me and a now dead Tyler away from the gym hall and to the chemistry class. Mr Jones.

"NO" I shouted the top of my lungs where the vampire stopped and looked at me funnily. "You walk through that door and you'll be washing confetti out your hair until next year. trust me I rigged it myself." She gave me a confused look "Senior prank night" where she gave a nod in realization before moving into the class next door which was prank free luckily.

I saw Caroline knocked out, Rebekah throwing Tyler down beside her. I didn't have to question what happened to Caroline the angle of her neck was enough besides its bad enough having an original watching you like a hawk but an angry one... don't even want to think what the blonde would be like when angry. She sat down on one side of the class me at the other with Caroline lying next to me, my phone starts made a noise to indicate a text my main bet it is Sam to see if I’m home safe.

"what is that?" the blonde asked confused by the contraption in my hands.

"It’s an iPhone?" I questioned back where has she been the past decade "Have you never seen one before?"

"Obviously I haven't, I wouldn’t have asked if I had" she snapped back

"Okay, relax. I'm just going to text my friend that I’m fine, okay?" Trying to calm her down a bit not wanting to cause an angry original. I contemplated sending an SOS then thought I would just be putting him in danger as well, dealing with this bull shit is enough I don’t want Sam dragged into it.

"What’s a text?" Jesus she really doesn't know anything about technology. Where has Klaus been keeping her? 

"It’s like a letter only you can send it on this device. look I'll show you." I told her crawling over next to her "I'm texting my friend that I’m safe. so, I type it in to the bar here from the keyboard here" I was explaining it as best as possible for her whilst also replying to the text. Once I taught her that she must have heard vibrating because she heard Caroline’s phone. She picked it up and started to go through her phone, I'm still trying to teach her the basics of a phone. such as I just taught her how to take a selfie and it seems to keep her amused.

"Thank you. I'm sorry I never caught your name?" Rebekah asked kindly which is quite unusual for a borderline kidnapper.

"Uh, its Alexandra but call me Alex, Alexandra sounds so formal even from a millennial old vampire" giving a little laugh that she mirrored. "So, Klaus is your brother, must be ... eventful?"

She gave out a laugh "That's one word for it. Me and my brother have a complicated relationship." She told me smiling at me "I overheard your sisters with the doppelganger?" She questioned about Elena causing me to roll my eyes "Not a fan I take it."

"You could say that. Just like you and Klaus our relationship is complicated."

"If only families were easy"

I went to reply in agreement until I heard groaning coming from the direction Caroline was lying in making me snap my head quick enough to give me whiplash.

"Care" I rushed to her side "Are you okay? How's the neck?" I asked quickly making sure my friend was okay and in the right mind set for what she is about to see. From behind me I could hear the British voice I have grown used to in the past hour.

"We didn't have mobile telephones in my day. Would have made life a lot easier I suppose." Ending with taking a selfie which I smirked at. Caroline didn't have time to engage in conversation about her phone or wellbeing being more concerned about her boyfriend.

"Where's Tyler?" In a panic Rebekah answered her question calmly.

"He's dead. ish" Moving a bit to let Caroline have visual of her dead not so dead boyfriend.

"What did you do to him?" Caroline was starting to get a bit angry and I'm not sure if I want to see a fight between these two from such close proximity.

"Think of it as he's having a nap. When he wakes up, hell he a hybrid." Rebekah informed her

"Klaus turned him, Caroline. His hybrids are failing and we need Bonnie to find a spell to make sure Ty is a success and well lives." I told her giving her the run down of what is happening.

Nevertheless she races up and put her head to his chest to try and find a heart beat. While watching Caroline trying to wake Tyler hopelessly Rebekah was swiping through the photos she had taken with the help of yours truly before coming across a cute picture of Elena and Stefan

"Ugh. Vomit." She said disgusted by the picture before seeing something familiar in the picture and not just Stefan. She zoomed in to the neckless Elena wore since a few days in their relationships before getting up and turning to me shouting "Why is that doppelganger bitch wearing my necklace?!" making me jump a bit.

"Your necklace? That’s the necklace Stefan gave Elena at the beginning of their relationship. How is it your necklace?" I retorted confused on how Elena managed to get a necklace from a vampire whose been in a box for ninety years.

she stormed out of the class with me following slowly compared to her you know seeing as she’s a vampire and all. She marched into the gym hall towards my sister

"Where is it?!? Where is my necklace?" Shouting at Elena to give her necklace to the proper owner.

"What are you talking about?" Asked Rebekah’s big brother confused looking between me and his sister. Giving him the phone, she showed him the picture of the couple with Rebekah’s necklace.

"She has my necklace. Look."

"Well, well, more lies" he replies looking at Elena and Stefan.

"Where... is it?" Rebekah asks slowly and honestly her being somewhat calm is even more terrifying than her furious.

"I don't have it anymore" Elena tells the original which she finds unsatisfactory.

"Your lying!" she bellows before biting Elena’s neck which then Klaus pulls her off and takes her over to the side.

"Knock it off!" Klaus warns his little sister but she isn't backing down that easily, it was her necklace for nine centuries to be fair.

"Make her tell me where it is Nik!" she whines to her brother convincing the hybrid to talk to the doppelganger.

"Where's the necklace, sweet heart? Be honest" trying to convince her to tell them where the necklace is

"I'm telling the truth. Katherine stole it." Elena defends herself, first time for everything I suppose.

"Of course it would be that bitch." I muttered the same time as Klaus yells out dramatically,

"If we had the necklace, it would make things a whole lot easier for your witch, but since we're doing this the hard way, let's put a clock on it, shall we?" Declaring that he was putting a time on this, setting the dreadful noise of the gym clock buzzes and it’s set to twenty minutes stop clock. After this he begins to compel Stefan "Twenty minutes. If Bonnie hasn't found a solution by then, I want you to feed again. Only this time, I want you to feed on Elena. You know you want to." Oh, fantastic my sister is going to be a drained blood bag if Bon doesn’t find the right spell out of thousand within 20 minutes. Wonderful. 

"No, Klaus! don't do this to him!" My sister yells. When is she going to get it through her thick head that these are the Salvatore’s or Katherine these are thee vampires, they don’t take orders from a human even if they are a Petrova doppelganger.

"No one leaves. If she tries to run, fracture her spine".

"Oh how delightful" I muttered.

Rebekah grabs my arm albeit gentler this time taking me away with her and Klaus.

"No! Alex! Let her go please!" I hear Elena beg for my life, which although we are sisters is a nice feeling that she remembered about me.

"Oh love, don't worry your precious Alex will be quite alright with my dear sister." Klaus retorts before walking through the doors to go out to the corridor. "I'm sorry your brought into all this sweet heart." Klaus apologise not even sounding a tad sincere.

"Yeah, let’s just say next time I’m offered a ride I’ll be taking it. rather not get brought into my sisters mess again" this makes Rebekah smirk as we depart ways from her brother to head towards the class we left Caroline and Tyler in.

After a long seventeen awkward minutes with the two blondes sitting opposite sides of the rooms me in the middle being a barrier of sorts but as soon as it hit the three minute left mark Tyler woke up making me race towards the werewolf turned hybrid

"Where am I? What happened?" Tyler questioned the two of us, seeing Rebekah and looking extremely confused

"Tyler" Caroline began but Rebekah interrupted before she could say anymore

"Don't be shy about it."

"What’s going on?" Tyler still and rightly so confused I would be as well if I woke up in a class from a broken neck with three females two vampires.

"Klaus is turning you into a vampire. A hybrid. You’re in transition" Caroline starts off being kind and leaving the hard bits out.

"Don’t leave the hard bits out sweets. you-" but I cut her off

"You'll only live if Bonnie is successful but if she doesn't find a solution then... you'll die" I told him trying to block out any emotion that would rub off on to him and Caroline but not succeeding seeming stressed and upset.

"You’re going to be okay. Okay? It's going to be okay." Caroline says not only trying to convince Tyler but herself also.

"I wonder how she's doing." Showing us the time left on her clock only being two minutes "Tick Tok goes the gym clock."

I look upset and stressed I step outside in the hallway leaving the couple to have a moment but Rebekah follows "I'm sorry, Alex. I don't know what I'd do if someone tried to hurt my brothers the way you are. I'm so sorry" her apology seeming to be more sincere compared to her brothers earlier. I nodded in thanks not wanting to seem remotely weak. Tyler will live. He has to.

I breathe in and out steadying my heart rate before going back into the class where Caroline and Tyler are situated obviously upset, nervous and worried from the look on their face. But after a few minutes and most likely the death of my sister which brings tears to my eyes an unlikely hero comes to save the day and that person is Klaus Mikaelson.

"Well verdicts in. The original witch says the doppelganger should be dead." Making me deflate tears finally running down my cheeks at the thought of my sister dying. I may not have seen eye to eye with her but she was still my sister.

"Does that mean we get to kill her?" Seeming happy until she seems me and then tries to hide her excitement failing in doing so.

"No, I’m fairly certain it means the opposite." He tell his sister

"Wait Elena is alive?" I question the hybrid in which he ignores but putting two and two together I breathe in a sigh of relief that my twin sister is alive.

"What?!?" Rebekah exclaims also being partly ignored by her brother. She pulls Caroline and myself back so we don’t interrupt any process of what will happen such as Klaus feeding my friend my sisters’ blood out of a small test tube.

"Elena’s blood drink it"

"Tyler no!" Caroline yells in warning

"Caroline! He’s dead either way!" Giving her a pleading look if she can be quiet and let this psycho feed him Elena’s blood.

"At least we can agree on something sweet heart" He says talking to me making me glare at him.

After a struggle Tyler finally drinks the blood in the test tube.

"There we go good boy"

"He isn't a dog" I snarked towards the original which he returned with a glare with the same amount of malice I sent him.

"And here was me thinking we were getting along" mirrorring my words earlier.

Once Tyler had finished drinking her blood he coughs and falls to the floor from rolling about on the desk that he was lying on. He was screaming and groaning before he holds his head and screams so loud it hurts my normal human ears. his face finally changes: His eyes are golden and he has fangs along with veins under his eyes just like a vampire. I glanced at Caroline worriedly when Klaus said.

 

"Well, that's a good sign"

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A/N: long chapter for me anyway.

Again hope there's not too mistakes e.g. grammar, spelling, Americanisms.

if you have anything to say please don't hestitate to comment. I appreciate all positive and negative feedback

 Next chapter is really a tad of her relationship with the boys and part of the next episode.

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Ella!EnchantedAU - Stiles has the curse of obedience. 

Scott smiled, taking his hand. 

Stiles pulled him to his feet.

The next three words the floppy-haired boy says make Stiles’ faint smile falter completely.

“Be my friend.”

...

Thing is, Stiles could have chosen to hate Scott McCall. Some days, he very nearly did.

But Stiles was compelled to be Scott’s friend. If they didn’t speak for a few days, Stiles would begin to get painful hand spasms until he at least attempted to contact the other boy. By the third day -- Stiles enjoyed nothing if not knowing the limits of his curse -- Stiles’ body moved automatically, typing out messages or walking to Scott’s house without his consent.

Stiles wasn’t a very kind child, but he never turned his acidic tongue on Scott. 

After all, even to people he liked Stiles was kind of a dick.

But when Scott said ‘let’s be friends,’ it seemed like the curse defined the word by Scott’s idea of ‘friends’ rather than Stiles.

That turned out to be a rather good thing, because Stiles was fiercely loyal and protective. Scott… wasn’t. 

...

“Behave, Stiles,” the Sheriff would snap, and Stiles would.

“Just make dinner tonight, son.”

“Tell me the truth.”

...

Stiles glanced around, trying to come up with something that didn’t have him keeping the oversized manchild afloat for another hour and keep an eye on the Kanima at the same time.  

Whiskey eyes landed on his phone.

Scott.

Derek followed his gaze, scowling harder than ever. “Don’t—“

Stiles dropped him before Derek could finish the order, swimming to the phone.

In the end, Scott was no help.

...

“You’re going to tell me where Derek is.”

Stiles grit his teeth. Like hell.

“Why would I help you?”

Peter stared at him for a long moment, eyes half-lidded. The mad glint has dimmed to something pitless. Hollow. Stiles didn’t trust it. 

“Because I’m ordering you to.”

Stiles feels his heart rate pick up, his breaths quicken, his palms start to sweat. He swallows through a dry mouth. 

Peter knows.

He knows. 

But he hadn’t actually ordered yet. 

As if hearing the thought, Peter goes on. 

“Find Derek for me.” Stiles remains still, staring Peter down, eyes condemning for the first time. There’s a vicious fury rising in his chest, wild and uncontainable. The last time Peter dealt with fire, it hadn’t ended well for him.

“Find Derek Hale as quickly as you possibly can,” the man modified, gazing back at him calmly.

Specificity. Stiles’ worst enemy. He’s good at getting off on technicalities, at disobeying the spirit of an order while still completing it, but even half-mad Peter’s too smart for that. 

Stiles’ body turned on autopilot. He snatched the laptop from Peter’s hands and swiftly logged in. He pulled up the browser with a keyboard shortcut and hacked into the wifi of the building next to them in a few short keystrokes. 

He had the tracking information off Scott’s phone inside two minutes.

Peter looked at him, looked at the results, and smiled.

...

“He’s going to kill me!” She shrieks. “You can’t let him hurt me, Noah, you’ve got to protect me—“

Claudia might be having one of her good days, and then she’ll get a glimpse of her son and have an episode. Stiles notices, of course he does, and tries to stay away. But he loves his mother. He wants to be there whenever he can, whenever she’s lucid. 

She’s the only one that knows about the curse. That knows him completely, and adores him whenever she can still recognize that he isn’t plotting to kill her.

On May 19th, Claudia looks at Stiles with tired eyes and says, ��Kill me.”

It all makes a sudden, horrible sort of sense.

Claudia had known, had probably decided long ago, that Stiles would be the one to end her suffering.

Frontotemporal dementia doesn’t kill.

So Stiles does it for the disease. 

...

“Team Free Will,” Dean Winchester says from the laptop speakers. 

Stiles laughs so hard he cries.

...

He asks him. 

It’s something that eats at Stiles, even after the man is dead and buried.

Peter didn’t give Scott a choice, and he could’ve easily taken away Stiles’. Instead, he asked.

And Stiles--well.

Being a werewolf changed you fundamentally. Stiles was willing to bet that even your DNA was altered. 

He counted on it being enough. 

It wasn’t. 

He flashes preternatural blue eyes at himself in the mirror, a snarl curling his lips. 

Hates just that much harder.

...

“Shut up!” Isaac shouted.

Stiles mouth clicks. Isaac looks surprised, but he smells of terror at whatever Stiles’ face is doing. Stiles bares human teeth at him and the boy’s pulse jumps. Isaac sneers, all bravado.

Stiles leaves before he wets himself. 

...

Orders can counteract each other.

Sometimes, when Stiles really don’t want to do something, he’ll manipulate somebody into telling him to do the opposite.

The first time they’re alone, after, Peter looks at Stiles and says, “You don’t have to be friends with Scott McCall.”

A knot in Stiles mind relaxes, and then releases entirely. Stiles thinks of Scott, thinks of him without the shiny order that made him remember the good more than the bad. 

He doesn’t hate Scott, though by now he had more than enough reason to. 

But Stiles finds he doesn’t like him, either.

The black and white naïveté, the self righteousness, the way he ordered everyone around nowadays and Stiles was forced to comply.

Stiles stands abruptly, heart beating too-quick in his chest. 

Stalks forward, staring intently into the preternaturally-blue eyes of Peter Hale. The man looks almost wary until Stiles leans forward, sets a hand on his shoulder, and drags it down the line of his arm.

Scent marking him.

“Thank you,” he acknowledges, and it comes out a pleased rumble, octaves lower than his usual register. 

Peter blinks at him once, then quirks an eyebrow. He smells delighted and a bit astonished.

Stiles grins, eyes glowing. 

“I’m leaving,” he says lightly, half an offer. 

“Am I to presume that’s an invitation?”

Stiles flashes his fangs. “Presume away.”

He turns on his heel.

Peter follows.

...

Stiles’ life has never been simple, and that doesn’t change with Peter as a packmate.

Once, they stop mid-hike and Stiles peers over the cliff. There’s a few minutes of peaceful silence, and Stiles is enjoying the nature in a way he never had before, eyes closed, breeze fluttering through his growing hair.

He smiles. Steps that bit closer to the edge, enjoying the feeling of lightness and freedom. 

Then hears, “Never kill yourself.” 

Stiles feels the order snap into place. It is disproportionately light in comparison to the sensation of his stomach dropping out. 

It’s the first order Peter has given him since that night in the parking garage.

Stiles digs claws into his skin hard enough that he begins bleeding freely, and slowly turns to Peter.

There’s a glimmer of apology in his eyes, but something in his scent betrays him. Maybe he’s genuinely apologetic for betraying Stiles trust, but he doesn’t regret the order.

Stiles snarls. His wolf whimpers and snaps in his mind, wanting to turn tail and bite into Peter’s neck at the same time. Stiles feels his teeth elongate to fangs and pulls his eyes from blue, staring over the cliff once again.

The view doesn’t seem half as beautiful as it had moments ago.

It wasn’t like Stiles wanted to kill himself. If he did, he would have a long time ago. But having that option--

“How dare you,” he whispers to the open air. He’s too furious to look at Peter, too hurt to address him directly or acknowledge that this level of self-righteousness in the air could give Scott a run for his money. 

“I don’t mean to hurt you,” Peter says. 

Truth.

It almost makes it worse. Stiles bares his teeth.

“I decided to trust you,” he says. “And you just spat on it. Pack doesn’t betray pack.”

Peter meets his gaze steadily. He looks wary, but he doesn’t say anything in his defense.

Stiles wants to rage at him, wants to use words to cut into that calm facade until he bleeds. ‘You and your niece are very alike,’ he almost says, but Stiles isn’t that hasty.

Isn’t that cruel, though he wants to be.

“What if hunters capture me? Torture me? What if I go mad from it? I don’t even get the option of biting off my own tongue now, Peter?” 

“I would come for you,” the man says quietly. 

Stiles roars.

Peter’s eyes widen, and he takes a short step back before standing his ground. He smells concerned and surprised, but not apologetic.

“Don’t follow me,” he snaps, shaking with the urge to destroy.

Stiles is a very angry individual.

Having no say will do that to you.

...

“Take it off,” Stiles snarled, pulling Peter’s hair harshly. 

The man met his gaze, blue eyes dazed and dilated. Then, after another long moment of staring, shook his head.

“Can’t lose you,” he rasped from between fangs. “I won’t.”

Stiles’ laugh edged on manic. “You already have, you fool.” 

When Peter woke in Deaton’s shop four days later, Stiles was long gone.

...

There have been moments.

Moments when Stiles was absolutely certain he was about to die.

Like when Jackson sneered, “Kill yourself,” and Stiles’ hands found the closest sharp object and aimed it unerringly at his carotid artery. Like when his dad—

Well. He tries not to think of his dad. 

But somehow this—emotion—is harder to manage. The level of betrayal that can only mean he trusted Peter in the first place. 

Stiles’ world crashed down on a pleasant autumn day during a walk with his packmate. 

And the ruins continue to burn for a while yet.

...

“As you can imagine, I don’t like people taking away my ability to choose,” he says, almost lightly. “When I was nine my mother made me kill her. When I was twelve my dad almost killed me by saying something careless when he was drunk. I was forced to be Scott’s friend for eleven years.”

“None of them set out to hurt me,” Stiles acknowledged. “But they all did. I trusted each one of them, and they came so close to tearing apart the fundamentals of who I am.” 

Stiles’ eyes blazed red when he turned to Peter. 

“You know that kid who never did anything he was told? That’s who I am inside. The only person I should have to answer to is myself, but that was taken away from me a very long time ago.” Stiles sighs warily. He suddenly looks far older than his twenty-two years. “You’re the first person I willingly offered my trust to in years, and you shattered it. And you weren’t sorry, not really, or at least not until later, when you realized what it cost you.” 

Peter swallowed heavily. He smelled tired, and very, very sad. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice little more than a rasp. “I am, Stiles. You can kill yourself. You can do anything you want. I’m sorry.”

Stiles huffed a laugh, not sounding very amused at all, and Peter felt a displacement in the air just as Stiles appeared in front of him, red eyes boring down into his blue.

“You think I would return before breaking the curse?” he said wonderingly. “I trust no one that much, Peter.”

Peter swallowed heavily, awaiting the inevitable blow. He bared his neck, just a bit, even knowing what was coming.

Peter jerked when a cold nose brushed against his neck, rubbing up the line of his carotid. He felt like his heart was in his throat, jumping wildly and very audibly. 

“You…”

“I,” Stiles agreed, more than a touch mockingly. He sighed at whatever look was on Peter’s face at that, and pulled him in closer. “You’re an idiot. I can do whatever I want now, Peter.”

Peter shifted as fingers combed through his hair. Peter made a strange sound, a mix between a purr and an engine revving. “I love you, though.”

Peter stared at him.

“Oh.”

Stiles huffed a laugh, leaning forward to brush their cheeks together. Scenting. 

“And here I thought I was choosing such an intelligent packmate,” he said, more fond than mocking this time. When he pulls back the smile in his voice is gone, his eyes back to their normal honeydew. “Don’t think my loving you will change anything, Peter. Betray me again and I will rip your throat out.” 

Peter whines, high and embarrassing. Stiles makes a low, rumbling noise in response and leans in, kissing his forehead lightly. 

“And I’ll rip out the throat of anybody who threatens you, of course.” 

The noise subsides, and Peter sighs, smelling content, confused, aroused. Stiles soaks in the scent without any intention of remedying the confusion for a while yet.

The arousal, however, he can do something about.

[fandomrewrites]

Season 1; Episode 12: Code Breaker

Hi all! I’m in a Teen Wolf mood and since this is the last chapter for season 1 I decided to post it today rather than waiting for Monday. I have a good amount of season 2 posted on my Wattpad, the chapters just need to be edited before I post them on here. I hope you all have enjoyed season 1 and the journey that (Y/N) McCall has been on so far. As always constructive criticism is appreciated!

Season 1; Episode 12: Code Breaker

Pairings: Scott McCall x Twin Sister, Lydia Martin x Best Friend

Warnings: Swearing and death

Word Count: 2,588

Season 1 Masterlist

Peter still had a death grip on my arm, but I was happy he at least didn’t have his claws on my neck anymore.

Stiles was kneeling beside Lydia’s head, obviously concerned for the strawberry blonde.

“Let’s go.” Peter snapped.

“No. We can’t just leave her here.” Stiles said, looking up.

“You are both coming with me. You don’t have a choice.”

“Then kill me. I don’t care.”

“You would care if I killed her.” Peter once again put his hand around my throat. I stayed silent, just wishing this night would end.

Before Stiles could reply, Peter sighed, “Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That’s all you get.”

Stiles then pulled out his cell phone and dialed Jackson’s number, quickly telling him where Lydia was. After he hung up, the three of us made our way to Stiles’ jeep and drove away from the school.

As we were driving down the road, Stiles’ hands gripped the steering wheel. Peter glanced at Stiles, “Oh, don’t feel so bad. If she lives she’ll turn into a werewolf. She’ll be incredibly powerful.”

“Yeah, and once a month she’ll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart.” Stiles replied sarcastically.

“Actually, considering she’s a woman... Twice a month.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head once the words left his mouth; still I decided to stay silent, trying to think of a plan to get us out of this situation.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Stiles parks next to a car in a rather empty parking garage. We all got out of the jeep and stepped up to the car.

Peter drags us over to the car and pops the trunk, “Who’s car is this?” Stiles asks.

“It belonged to my nurse.”

Hearing his word choice I instantly asked, “What happened to your nurse?”

I was looking at Peter when I asked, but he didn’t need to answer because I heard Stiles whisper, “Oh my God.”

I looked at the trunk of the car. Inside was Peter’s nurse staring blankly back at us.

“I got better.” Peter casually says as he lifts the nurses arm up to reach for a laptop bag.

Peter slams the trunk closed and places the laptop bag on top. He unzips the bag, pulls the laptop out, and turns it on.

“Good luck getting a signal down here.” Stiles deadpans.

Peter responds by handing Stiles a small black device with a label that reads AT&T MiFi.

“Mifi? And you’re a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves or just a personal preference?” I smirk at Stiles’ words.

“Turn it on and get it connected.”

Stiles does as told, “You’re still going to need Scott’s username and password. And sorry, but I don’t know them.”

“You know both. And if you don’t, she does.”

“No I don’t.” Stiles and I say in unison.

“Even if I couldn’t hear your heartbeat, I’d still be able to tell you’re lying.”

Stiles, clearly frustrated, replies, “Dude, I swear I don’t know.”

Peter grabs the back of his neck and pulls him close, “I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don’t make me have to persuade you.”

Stiles quickly nods and once Peter pulls away he begins typing.

Looking over Stiles’ shoulder, I see a screen pop up with the words Where’s my phone. Stiles lets his hands hover over the keyboard as he asks, “What happens when you find Derek?”

“Don’t think, Stiles. Just type.”

“You’re going to kill people, aren’t you?”

“Only the responsible ones.”

“If I do this, will you leave Scott out of it?”

Peter sighs, “Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? Because their favored prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. Both of them.”

Before Stiles can reply, I speak up, “He’s not going to help you.”

“He will if it saves Allison. And Stiles is going to help me, because it will save you and Scott.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles asks as I knit my eyebrows together.

“Well I won’t kill or turn (Y/N) if you help. And for Scott... Well if they catch him, you really think they’re going to let him live? Especially after having been that close to one of their own?”

Peter then guides Stiles’ hands back towards the keyboard. He quickly types in Scott’s username: Allison

I roll my eyes at the same time Peter says, “His username is Allison?”

Stiles then continues to type in Scott’s password. “His password is also Allison?” Peter asks in disbelief.

I reach up and pinch the bridge of my nose, God Scott is stupid.

We wait in silence as the GPS map locating Scott’s phone loads. I tilt my head in confusion when I see the location, “They’re keeping him at his own house?”

“Not at it. Under it.”

“Huh?”

“The tunnel and basement I used to escape during the fire. I know exactly where it is.” Peter’s head then snaps to the side, clearly hearing something that neither Stiles nor I can, “And I’m not the only one...”

Peter then quickly puts the laptop away and tosses the laptop bag into the backseat of the car. Before Peter shuts the door he slightly tips his head listening to something. Again Stiles and I look around but hear nothing.

Peter then slams the door shut and holds out his hand, “Give me your car keys.”

Stiles hands them over, “Careful, she grinds in second.”

Without a word Peter crushes the key with his bare hand then hands them back over to Stiles.

My mouth hangs open as Stiles asks, “Are you going to kill us now?”

“Don’t you understand yet? I’m not the bad guy here.” There is a quick pause, “I like you both. And since you helped me I’ll give you something in return. Do you want the bite?”

“Are you crazy? Hell no.” I immediately reply.

At the same time Stiles looks shocked and says, “What?”

Peter moves to grab Stiles arm, “Do you want the bite? (Y/N) told me her answer but you haven’t.” There’s another pause before Peter continues, “You’d be every bit as powerful as Scott. No more standing by his side watching him become stronger and quicker, more popular. Watching him get the girl. You’ll be equals. Or maybe more. Maybe for once in your life, you’ll exceed expectations. Yes or no?”

I elbow Stiles in the ribs breaking him out of his thought. Stiles quickly rips his arm away from Peter, “I don’t want to be like you.”

“You know what I heard just then? Your heart beating slightly faster over the words, I don’t want. You can believe you’re telling me the truth. But you are lying to yourself.”

Peter then turns away and gets into the car. He pulls out of the parking space leaving Stiles and myself behind.

*_*_*_*_*_*

“UGH! This means we need to walk! I’m in heels! Fuck Peter!”

Stiles looked at me and quickly slid off his shoes, “Here. Let’s walk back to the school. It’s closer than the hospital and you have Lydia’s car there.”

I nodded, “I left my phone and keys inside, hopefully they’ll still be there. And are you sure you want to walk barefoot?”

“It’s fine (Y/N/N). It will be more comfortable then you walking in heels.”

I nodded once more and quickly stepped out my heels and slid on Stiles shoes. They were slightly too big but were definitely more comfortable than my heels.

As we made our way out of the parking garage Stiles noticed me shiver. He wordlessly shrugged off his suit jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders.

“Stiles, you’re going-”

“You’ll freeze. I’m more covered than you.”

“But Stiles-”

“Stop arguing.” He shook his head and I sighed , finally accepting the jacket.

Stiles and I then continued our trek back to the school in silence. The doors were still unlocked as people were still cleaning up. I quickly retrieved my purse and Stiles and I made our way to the hospital to check on Lydia.

I gave Stiles back his shoes once we made it to the hospital but he insisted on me keeping the jacket. We finally rushed upstairs to the ICU to find Lydia.

Everyone in the waiting room looks up at us as Sheriff Stilinski says, “There he is.”

He rushes towards us the says to Stiles, “It’s a good thing we’re in a hospital. Because I’m going to kill you.”

“It’s my fault Mr. Stilinski. Stiles and I both lost our keys. I insisted that we stay and find mine at least because they’re technically Lydia’s since she’s letting me borrow her car and I didn’t want her to have more bad news after this.”

Mr Stilinski nods, “They don’t know how she is. Partially because they don’t know what happened. She lost a lot of blood, but there’s something else going on with her.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles asks.

“They’re saying it’s like some kind of allergic reaction. Her body is just going into shock.”

I suck in a breath and nearly collapse. Before I can, Stiles wraps an arm around me and Mr. Stilinski looks at me concerned, “Are you alright, (Y/N)?”

I nod and rapidly blink, trying desperately to stop myself from crying. I hug my arms to my body and lean against Stiles as Mr. Stilinski asks, “Did either of you see anything at all? Any idea who or what attacked her?”

All Stiles and I can do is shake our heads. Mr. Stilinski sighs, “What about Scott?”

“What about him?” Stiles asks.

“Did he see anything?”

“He’s not here?” I finally speak.

“I’ve been calling him, but there’s not response.”

“You won’t get one.” Stiles answers.

*_*_*_*_*_*

I separate from Stiles and leave him to talk with his dad when I spot Jackson. I quietly make my way over to him and we sit in a comfortable silence.

“We should go find Stiles. We can’t do anything for Lydia here.”

“Yeah, I know.” I sigh, then quickly follow Jackson out of the waiting room and into the corridor, searching for Stiles.

We quickly find him in the hall and Stiles starts to pull me away from Jackson.

Before we make it far Jackson speaks up, “Where are you going?”

“(Y/N) and I need to find Scott.”

“I’ll drive.”

“No way, I am not cramming into your backseat. I have Lydia’s car, I’ll drive.”

We all turn to make our way out of the hospital but come face to face with Mr. Argent.

“Boys. (Y/N).” He nods and smiles at us, “I was wondering if you could tell me where Scott is?”

“Scott? Haven’t seen him since the dance. (Y/N), Jackson?”

I quickly shake my head and pull my lips into a thin line, but Jackson just gapes at Argent. Seeing Jackson’s response, Stiles and I both roll our eyes.

Two of Argent’s hunters shove Stiles and Jackson through the door into the morgue. Mr. Argent grips my shoulder tightly and guides me into the room after them.

“Let’s try this again. Where is Scott McCall?” Argent let’s go of my shoulder and moves to Stiles, throwing him against the wall, “Let me ask you something, Stiles. Have you ever seen a rabid dog?”

“No, but I’ll put it on my to-do list if you let me go.”

Argent ignores his comment, “I have. And there’s only one thing I’ve ever been able to compare it to. Seeing a friend of mine turn on the night of a full moon. Do you want to know what happened?”

I answered for Stiles, “I don’t think any of us care, sir.”

Argent glanced at me but once again ignored the comment, “He tried to kill me and I was forced to shoot him in the head. But even while he lay dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me. Still trying to kill me like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?”

Argent then pulls Stiles closer, “Did Scott try to kill you on the last full moon? Did you have to lock him up?”

“Yeah, I did. Handcuffed him. Would you prefer I put him in a basement and burn the house down around him?”

“Sorry to dispel a popular rumor, but we never did that.”

I scoff and Stiles continues, “Oh, right. Derek said you had some kind of code. I guess no one breaks it.”

“Never.” Argent confirms.

“Yeah, well what if someone did?” I ask.

Argent then turns to me, grip still on Stiles, “Like who?”

“Your sister.” We answer together.

*_*_*_*_*_*

We explained to Argent how we know about Kate being the cause of the Hale fire. We then separated, allowing Mr. Argent to go after his sister.

Stiles, Jackson, and I head to the school to make some of those self-igniting fire bombs Lydia made that night at the school. What? We didn’t want to go there completely defenseless.

When we finally arrived at the Hale house, Derek, Scott, Allison, Mr. Argent, and Peter were all outside fighting.

We quickly pulled to a stop and got out of the car. Stiles throws his Molotov cocktail but peter easily catches it.

Scott then tosses Allison her crossbow so she can shoot the glass. The glass explodes and fire quickly spreads down Peter’s arm. I then throw mine and it hits Peter’s shoulder, spreading fire down his other arm.

Lastly, Jackson throws his. The glass breaks when it hits Peter’s torso, bursting instantly into flames. He lets out an ear piercing shriek and slowly drops to the ground, changing back into a human.

We all stay silent as Allison slowly makes her way to Scott and kiss him.

Derek, finally recovered from the fight, makes his way over to a barely breathing Peter. Derek squats beside Peter’s head, claws extended.

“Wait! You said the cure comes from the one who bit you.” Scott speaks before Derek can kill his uncle.

Derek hesitates, he looks up at Scott as he speaks once more, “You d this and I’m dead. Her father, her family... What am I supposed to do?”

Without a second thought, Derek raises his hand and slashes down, severing Peter’s throat.

He slowly stands back up and turns around, revealing glowing red eyes, “I’m the Alpha now.”

Derek then disappears into the shadows.

*_*_*_*_*_*

The next day Scott, Stiles, and I all go to the hospital to sneak into Lydia’s room.

“Shut the door.” Scott whispers.

Stiles slowly starts to push the door but it makes a loud squeal. The three of us cringe and then even more slowly Stiles tries to shut the door once more.

But once again the door squeals. Stiles stops again before continuing. He finally gets the door shut and we quietly make our way to Lydia’s side.

“Do it.” Stiles says to Scott.

“You do it.” Scott replies.

I narrow my eyes at the two idiots, “I’ll do it.”

I slowly peel off the bandage on Lydia’s side to reveal a bloody and scabbed wound. “It’s not healed.”

“I don’t get it. The doctors said she was going to be fine.” Stiles breaths out.

“But the bit isn’t healing like it did with me. Which means she’s not a werewolf.”

“Then what the hell is she?”

[juleswolverton-hyde]

Homesick (BC)

Genre: Angst, Idol AU

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader

Warnings: Heavy heartbreak

Summary: Home is not always a place because sometimes it is a person. They are the one who have created an unrivalled atmosphere to linger in.

This home was found by an extremely lucky accident and explored in the city of the bridge that might one day fall.

And it hurts like Hell to be cast out of it.

Author’s Note: Based on personal emotions in regards to the cancellation of the SKZ concert in London and this letter. Indeed, this essentially might be a self-indulgent piece, but know there is a clear line between fact and fiction.

And I know exactly which is which.

Masterlist

Lonely.

That is perhaps the best word to describe the feeling of waking up in the morning in the heart of London. Normally, as happened on that miraculous night exactly a year ago, Versace Eros Homme would linger in the sheets and the running shower fill the tranquil Westminster air with the sound of falling water. 

Now it is cold.

The tears streaming down the cheeks to stain the sole warm pillow were shed first by him at the first goodbye at Heathrow. Then they could be stopped by the promise of meeting again perhaps during the summer, but that wish had to be postponed due to touring. A new promise was made by agreeing to meet in London, the prospect slightly stilling quivering full lips stuttering out the words “I miss you” to their lucky beloved.

Another dream destroyed.

With a single phone call two months ago.

‘I’m so, so sorry, babygirl. They cancelled the Europe dates for the tour.’ Breaths noticeably became shorter as the consequences of the management’s actions in regards to health and safety sank in. Fingers started to tremble, shaking the phone as well as trying to cover a mouth endeavouring to not sink helplessly to the floor with a broken heart.

But the mutual sadness crashed in simultaneously, distorting the conversation on either side with gasps and sometimes successful attempts at forming words.

‘I- You- I’ve already booked a week- weekend in Lon- London.’

‘Can you,’ composure clearly had to be regained, leaving an interval of a couple of seconds before unsteadily continuing and failing at the first word, ‘can-’

It took a difficult swallow followed by an awkward clearing of the throat to finish the inquiry spoken in a lovely Australian accent, ‘cancel it?’

‘I could. But I- I don’t have the money. I’m still a poor student.’ Breathing in felt like swallowing sandpaper, but the pain was enough to evenly smooth out speech and nullify the sobbing stuttering. ‘So I’m still going.’

‘Where are you staying?’

‘Westminster, close to Hyde Park.’

‘Which hotel?’ Without hesitating, the name and address were given so Chan could find out where the hotel is located, slender fingers audibly typing on the keyboard of the laptop likely used for composing new songs. After a wee while, a relieved sigh sounded on the other side, voicing approval of the accommodation. ‘Good. That’s a safe neighbourhood. I’m not letting you stay in Stratford again.’

The risk of danger there forcefully removed an ordinary travelling student from the Ibis Hotel, her favourite wolf transferring her to a safer area in the metropolis. Even if it would raise questions among the members and the public if we were to be seen.

None of that mattered.

As long as we were safe from harm.

‘Chan, I... I really don’t wanna go.’ This is where the waterworks really opened and the sobbing began in earnest. ‘Not alone.’

‘You’ve been working hard. Too hard. You deserve a break, babe. Go.’

‘I hope you and the lads will stay safe, I really do. But you can’t expect me to walk the streets without the memory of you. To sit in the coffee corner of the Waterstones at Piccadilly Circus, overlooking the National Gallery without thinking of how I chased you after you kissed me on the cheek in the basement of the shop. How you kissed me in the square in front of the gallery.’

‘Of course I can’t expect that.’ A sad snicker and creaking of the bed told of sitting down like the girl across the pond, on the edge of what cannot be shared. ‘And I would have done it again. Would have- Would have treated you to breakfast, kissed you again, made love to you.’ A rasping breath tore the heart further into fragments, emphasizing the impossibility to reach out and crawl on the lad’s lap to cling to the muscled chest like a koala. ‘I miss you.’

The same words are now repeated to the empty spot, remembered by puffy eyes barely wearing any makeup portrayed in the mirror when preparing to head out for a coffee at a nearby Costa.

Clothes befitting a guest of the four-star hotel are put on without listening to Stray Kids, instead opting for the soundtrack of Assassin’s Creed: Syndicate to remain in a British humour. It is the same music which has been on constant repeat while aimlessly wandering around the city.

Taking strolls in Hyde Park and St. James’s Green.

Hands were entwined while exploring lush green and by the waterside, enjoying an impromptu picnic with food from the nearest Tesco or Sainsbury’s.

Walking the length of the Victoria Embankment and parliament district.

Chan offered the last of his water against the warmth, unwavering in his argument that it should be allowed to take care of a significant other regardless of personal costs. However, to repay the kindness, the little wolf acted rapidly to make sure the order of two lemon ciders was paid before her taller counterpart could draw a debit card when retreating from the heat in a cooled cafe. 

Surveying art in galleries.

The ancient conflicts between a modernist and classicist somehow found their way into the relationship early, though neither of us actually knew what we were futilely howbeit amusingly ranting about.

Browsing in the various bookshops.

The kangaroo boy did not allow way less muscles arms to carry the various paperbacks that were collected when not grabbing a title from the top shelves for a girl with small people problems.

Hiding the secret tears fading in the shadows of Camden Lock, covering themselves with the unique fashion and amazing food to be found there.

The personal serving of cookie dough had to be shared because a hungry buff koala with a slight sweet tooth could not stop stealing bites.

Reminiscent of that devastating phone call.

‘I miss you.’

The three little words whispered to oneself over a large cup of cappuccino while looking out over the square where it happened a little less than a year ago.

What luck had found two souls.

What tragedy has befallen them.

‘I hope you’re okay.’ A hand wipes away the stray tear leaving a salty trail over skin, nose turning runny and teeth biting down on the lower lip when the absence across the table becomes tangible. Outside, the umbrellas have one another as they trod the grey pavements beneath the gloomy heaven. The books on the shelves are nestled against each other, the way panting lovers cuddled after their first time together and multiple intense rounds after until the evening of parting came.

Initiating hiatus.

London rain.

A broken promise.

‘I hope all of you are.’

Weary feet eventually leave the seat by the window after drinking what will likely result in a caffeine overdose. On the way to the underground, a stop is made at the nearby Sainsbury’s to buy a cheap three pounds meal deal. A student on a budget and low-calorie diet has to survive somehow and fortunately, if lucky, the convenience store offers what is wanted for a low price. Thus, with a bottle of water, fruit salad and egg salad sandwich alongside a couple of protein bars, the journey to the hotel is continued.

Vision becomes more and more watery as the stuffy underground station is left behind, slowly coming closer to the temporary accommodation that was supposed to be shared.

‘Why are you crying?’ A familiar voice that sounds like low purring when drowsy makes dark Puma sneakers turn around on the glistening marble tiles, overjoyed with the sound of home. Pale strong arms smelling of a romantic Italian holiday and dusted by thin black hairs pull the waist into a tight embrace as a thumb wipes away the droplets gracing skin. Love shines bright is warm chocolate eyes refusing to tear up in joy too. ‘Hey, babygirl.’

That is what wants to be heard.

Seen.

Felt.

But all there is, is the chic lobby.

The posh elevator leading up.

The cold sheets of the empty bed.

A lonely room.

And the unheard cries of a broken heart.

‘Fuck, I miss you.’

[purplesurveys]

979

survey by xalikattx

FOOD

What is your favorite salad dressing? I’m not really familiar with most of them as I only consume one type of salad and the recipe for that usually calls for mayo and some kind of spicy sauce. I guess that’s my favorite dressing by default.

Favorite sit-down restaurant? Yabu for days. I personally don’t think that will change for me. Mama Lou’s is also nice but its crowd can be so boujee it kills the dine-in experience for me.

Favorite pizza topping? I’m easy to please; I just like my pizzas cheesy.

What food could you eat for two weeks straight and not get sick of it? Fried chicken sandwiches.

What do you put on your toast? Butter is fine with me. I don’t really eat toast.

What food do you eat the most? I have rice in every meal.

Do you like food? Yes.

Do you LOVE food? Yesssssssssir. I have my preferences and things that I don’t like but I’m not picky for the most part, and I love being adventurous with the foods I try.

Do you even eat at all? ...What kind of question is this

What do you put on your ice cream? I never customize my ice cream. I usually consume ice cream however way it’s already served. 

Do you like steak? For sure.

Or are you a vegetarian? No.

How about a vegan? No.

What food do you hate the most? I’ve never learned how to appreciate kakanin, which is a group of a variety of sweet rice cakes that we have in Philippine cuisine. This has definitely caused my Filipino card to be revoked in the past lol, but ugh the texture is just so slimy and I hate how, even though we have so many types of kakanin, they all just taste and feel like sticky, chewed-up rice doused in sugar and coconut flakes. Korean rice cakes taste so much better.

TECHNOLOGY

How many TVs are in your house? We have four. Two downstairs, two upstairs.

Do they all work? I think the one in my brother’s room has stopped working but we just never get around to throwing it out because of the possibility of it getting fixed someday.

Do you have Comcast digital cable? I don’t know what that is. Probably a US thing? In that case we don’t. We used to have cable TV but my dad ceased our subscription a few months ago because no one in the family has been watching the TV for cable anymore and he got sick of paying for something that we don’t even avail of; we all stream our shows and movies on Netflix now.

AT&T Uverse? Definitely no AT&T on this side of the world, so no.

Dish Network? No.

Something else? Obviously.

Nothing? Again, it was a local cable provider but we’ve since cut off our subscription.

What's your favorite show? Of all time, Breaking Bad. Currently, it’s The Crown but I’ve been such a bad viewer at the moment; I stopped watching at some point a few months ago and haven’t gone back to Netflix since, welp.

What's the worst show? I don’t objectively know what’s the worst one out there but when it comes to my personal preferences, I’ve just never seen the appeal of shows targeted to teenagers or a younger demographic in general, like Teen Wolf, 13 Reasons Why, Riverdale, the TV adaptation of Scream, etc. Of course, this is just my own taste and I certainly don’t judge people who enjoy these shows. 

What color cell phone do you have? The official name is Space Gray but that’s too fancy so let’s just call it black.

What kind? iPhone 8.

What does the first text message in your inbox say and who sent it? So I scrolled all the way down to the bottom of my text threads and the last person on the list is Ate Frances, and she was just telling me to check my Messenger because she had sent me a question regarding an event our org was holding at the time.

What was the last text you sent and who did you send it to? Gabie. I simply said “hi.”

Who was the last person to call you? My mom.

Who was the last person you called? Gab.

CURRENTLY

Are you missing someone? Yeah but let’s not get into it.

What are you listening to? I can hear rain pouring from outside my window.

Watching? It’s mostly background noise because I’m focusing on this survey, but I have on a YouTube video playing.

Worrying about? Work. I was tasked to think of PR executions for a client over the weekend and I just really really dislike it when I’m assigned to something that forces me to brainstorm, so ugh. Wish me luck because my brain juices have been feeling weak all weekend.

Where are you? I’m in my bedroom, my favorite place to be these days.

What's it like there? Lonely, but it’s quiet and comfortable. I used to avoid my bedroom all the time everyday because it makes me depressed, but now I am depressed and prefer to stay here all the time too.

How are you feeling? A little sad but I think tonight’s one of the nights I can fake it a little more easily, which is decent enough for me.

Is anyone with you? Who? Just Kimi.

Are you hungry? I haven’t had an appetite in a while. No.

What do you want to eat? I’m not craving anything.

Thirsty? I’m good, thank you.

What do you want to drink? I might end up drinking some of the plum soju that’s been in the fridge for months tonight, even though I told myself I wasn’t interested in touching it lol.

What time is it? 6:58 PM.

LASTS

Thing you ate? A tuna empanada.

Thing you drank? Pretty sure it was just water.

Thing you said? “Go, pee” It was to Kimi as I set him down on the balcony.

Movie you watched? I’m Thinking of Ending Things. Ugh, I really should watch a more light-hearted movie soon because this answer is such a depressing one and I’m tired of mentioning it.

Store you went to? What did you buy? Grocery store; dog food.

Person you talked to? My sister.

Person you hugged? I think it was Gabie.

Kissed? Also her.

Yelled at? I haven’t raised my voice in a while. I don’t remember anymore.

Book you read? Midnight Sun.

Thing you touched? Other than the keyboard, I pushed up my eyeglasses.

Person you became friends with on Facebook/Myspace/whatever other site? [continued the next day] A co-intern, Justine, added me on Facebook. I honestly don’t see the point of being Facebook friends because we’re bound to part ways and never encounter each other again after our internship...but I guess it’s nice to have friendly co-workers.

RANDOM

Are a righty or a lefty? Righty.

Have you ever had anything removed from your body? Just a decaying tooth, but otherwise no organs or anything larger.

What is the last heavy object you lifted? Does Cooper count? Little man has been getting so big over the last few weeks. He’s finally getting the growth spurt that we’ve been waiting for :’D But I don’t really do heavy lifting around the house, so.

Have any scars? Sure.

How did you get them? Any interesting stories? Most of them are scars from childhood falls, because I was the clumsiest kid in the neighborhood and tripped and scraped my legs at least once every time I played outside. There’s a scar on my left eyebrow from an idiot cousin who had been out to make me blind, and then there’s the self-harm scars as well.

if it were possible, would you want to know the day you're going to die? Yes. It’s one of the things I’ve always wanted to know.

If you could change your name, what would you change it to? I’m happy with mine. I’m not five anymore.

Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000? If it was like sriracha then yeah. Not willing to do anything overly hot, though.

How about 10 bottles of ketchup? I’d be more enticed if you offered mayonnaise, but even then I think such a feat deserves a higher prize than $1000.

10 bottles of maple syrup? Thinking of how thick that is already hurts my throat. Pass.

A bottle of vinegar? HELL no.

10 jars of peanutbutter? HELL yes but again, I’m gonna be asking for more money lol

How many pairs of flip flops do you own? A couple. They’re not my favorite things to wear so I don’t feel the need to collect a lot of them.

Favorite month? April because birthday month; December because even though that’s when my depression strikes the hardest, everyone else is caught up in the holidays and that allows me to guiltlessly cut off contact with people for a few weeks.

Do you always answer your phone? If you mean calls, then no. I do not pick up if it’s an unknown number, but after rejecting I immediately text them asking who they are and what they’re calling for. I just feel like it’s proper etiquette to text before you call, especially if you’re reaching out to me for the first time.

It's four AM and you get a text message, who is it? Gabie for sure. She’s on the graveyard shift, so it wouldn’t be a surprise.

If you could change your eye color what would it be? I’m okay with mine, but if I got reincarnated as a foreigner I’d love to have hazel eyes. They look very pretty.

Do you own a digital camera? Not anymore. My phone camera can take good enough photos.

Do you take lots of pictures of yourself? Hell no.

Do you take them in front of the mirror in the bathroom? Nope.

Have you ever had a pet fish? I had several goldfish as a kid, yes.

Pet hamster? Nope. That’s mostly a Western thing too I think; I don’t think I know anyone who’s ever had a hamster.

Bird? We had lovebirds before; they were so low-maintenance and made for such sweet pets.

Rabbit? Yep. Tobi was a bit of a handful, but I loved him all the same.

Iguana? No.

Favorite Christmas movie? Love Actually and It’s A Wonderful Life.

Favorite Christmas song? Probably It’s Beginning To Look a Lot Like Christmas. It’s so soothing and yet makes me feel festive and excited for Christmas.

Can you do push ups? I can, doesn’t mean I’m good at holding myself up ha.

Can you do a chin up? I can but I hate those.

Does the future make you nervous or excited? Both.

Ever been in a car accident? Just minor ones.

Do you have an accent? I think everyone does. I’ve honestly never understood this question lol, if I go to a different country or continent, people are always going to have an accent in my ears. Even in my own country, I can think of a number of accents I’ve heard people speak in.

What song always makes you cry? 26 by Paramore.

Have any plans for tonight? Rest my tired head.

What were you doing at 12 AM last night? Talking to Gabie.

What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? Ugh, Monday.

[marshmallow-phd]

Innocent Intentions

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Tao x Reader

Summary: There was one thing you couldn’t stand in all your years at college: playboys. And the campus was riddled with them. So when Tao - a player with a particularly well-known reputation - inserts himself into your life, you come up with a plan to get rid of him, whether he makes your heart race or not. But the more he’s the around, the more you just might find there’s a hidden layer underneath all the rumors, including a secret you never could have guessed….

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I Final

**

Tao stared after you as you ran out of the courtyard. His wolf growled and barked at him to follow you, to beg you to reconsider, but he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t force you to change your mind. Your loyalty to your friend – your selfish, childish best friend – was too strong. His despair started turning into anger. And that wild emotion was directed at a single person.

He didn’t know her schedule like he knew yours, but he did know what she smelled like, especially after their earlier confrontation, and with his focused so tuned in, finding that familiar scent was like figuring out simple addition problems.

Kendall was sitting at one of the long study tables in the library. She flipped through a textbook silently while the final member of the trio – Wyatt – whispered harshly beside her.

“Stop ignoring me, Kendall. You know I’m right.”

“I don’t care. What she did was wrong and you know it.”

“She handled it wrong. But getting feelings for the guy doesn’t fall under that same category.”

“I highly agree.” Tao sat down in the empty seat across from Kendall, his eyes conveying the chaotic fire roaring inside. Gone were the tears and the sorrow. Now he was just down right pissed.

Kendall’s eyes widened in surprise only for second before her face fell back into a stone cold indifference. She folded her arms over her chest and leaned back in the chair. “What do you want, Tao?”

He scowled at her. “To know why the hell you feel so damn entitled to dictate other people’s relationships.”

“I don’t feel entitled to anything,” she spat back. “But best friends don’t go behind each other’s backs and date ex’s.”

That just made him roll his eyes with a scoff. “We’re hardly ex’s. We went on one mediocre date. I explained to you that I simply didn’t feel anything for you.”

“Also that you saw (y/n) and… how did you put it?” She clicked her tongue mockingly. “Something just clicked? Like the heavens split open and the choir began sing?”

No, it’s wasn’t quite that mystical, but the universe did align itself into perfect sync. The way it all happened was hard to describe to other wolves who knew to expect it. Explaining it to a measly human who would never understand was just wasted effort. “Sometimes you just know,” was his basic summary.

Kendall scoffed. “You just knew? You didn’t even know her. And (y/n) doesn’t exactly fit the description of girls you’ve been with in the past. She’s not your type at all.”

“Having a type and refusing to look beyond it will just end with you alone,” Tao countered. “So, yes, I found someone different and fell completely in love with her. And she was falling for me, too. Was seeing your friend happy really that bad?”

“With you? With the guy that I had stupidly fallen for myself despite knowing the asshole you were? Yes.”

Tao was disgusted. This ice princess that he’d once found cute and alluring was causing him to burn.  “I may have been an asshole in the past, but I wasn’t like that with (y/n). You, though? You’re the real asshole, Kendall. Because you took your best friend’s happiness. You made her cry. You broke her heart. And for what? Revenge? So no one could ‘have me’?” Kendall opened her mouth to retaliate, but Tao wouldn’t have any of it. “No. Don’t even bother. I don’t care what your reasoning was. If you actually cared about your best friend, you would have let her be happy. Be mad that she didn’t tell you. Fine. But making her end it with me was crossing a line.” He stood up from the table, determined. “I’m not giving up on her.”

As he was walking away, Tao heard Wyatt whisper, “I told you. The look in (y/n)’s eyes when she talked about him outshined yours by miles. Now you’ve got him on the war path. All I can say is good luck.”

The scraping of a chair against the old wood floor told Tao that Wyatt, too, was walking out on his friend. Tao smirked. She did this to herself.

But the smugness melted away the second he was outside again. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t go banging on your door, begging you to let him in. First, he would give Kendall a chance to fix her mess. That could be the simple solution to all of this. He also wanted to give you space, let your overwhelmed emotions work themselves out before he tried to reason with you.

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to concentrate in class, Tao decided to just head back home. He’d be scolded by Evie if she was around for skipping class, but he’d take it. Even though she wasn’t the oldest mate, she had a tendency to mother everyone like she was. Guess it came with the territory of having a baby.

Tao drove slower than normal, taking his time and stretching out the trip to the farmhouse, adding about fifteen minutes or so onto the average time it took to get home. When he walked in through the door, Evie was sitting on the couch, scribbling furiously on a notepad while Mei occupied herself on the floor with a miniature piano. Rather than getting lectured like he expected, Evie looked up at him with relief.

“Oh, thank god,” she cried out, exasperated. Jumping up to her feet, she scooped her purse up from the floor by her feet and hurried up to Tao. “Please tell me you’re staying around for a good while. I need to run to the store for supplies and the last time I took Mei, she had a complete breakdown and that is not stress I need right now and-”

“I’ll watch Mei.” The desperateness was practically beaming out of Evie’s eyes like Superman’s heat vision. As much as they all loved Mei, she was still a baby and she wasn’t giggles and cute smiles twenty-four-seven. But he was alright with being the babysitter for the day. Tao needed the distraction.

Evie planted a kiss on Tao’s cheek. “Thank you.” She headed for the door and left without further instructions.

With a heavy sigh, Tao laid down on the floor on his stomach. “What are you playing there, Mei-Mei?”

She ignored her uncle, too focused using her whole hand to press down on the keys and make some sort of random melody.. It was, however, a little pleasing to the ear considering it was composed by a nine-month-old. Looked like Mei might have some natural talent. Funny, considering neither of her parents could play the piano to save their lives. So where did this genius come from?

“Mei-Mei, can I play something for you?”

To his amazement, Mei looked up at him with wide, curious eyes. She had her dad’s eyes that just made Tao laugh. Pushing himself up to a sitting position, he moved Mei into his lap. At first she let out small protesting whines, but when he placed the small keyboard in both of their laps, she calmed down and watched as his own fingers danced across the instrument. Occasionally, she’d try to replicate the notes that sang from the cheap speaker of the toy, but for most of the time she sat there and listened to the song that Tao had played for you that night at the playground. So much for a distraction.

Tao was left alone with Mei for several hours, playing the part of the good uncle. He fed her around noon and even did the dirty work of changing the soiled diapers. A lot of the other guys ran from the room as soon as that signaling smell was noticeable.

Only a handful of times did he slip up and think about what it would be like with you and him as parents of your own children. It was a melancholy feeling, one that he hoped would someday no longer have the sadness attached to it.

Evie finally came back to the house while Mei was down for her afternoon nap. She apologized profusely about the length of time that she was away, but Tao waved it off. Time with his niece was… well, not exactly what he needed, but it certainly did help.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Evie offered as the two of them put away the groceries in the kitchen.

Tao shrugged. “I don’t think there’s much to talk about. Everything was going great and then it went to shit.”

Evie closed the cabinet that contained the canned goods, folding her arms over her chest leaning against the counter. “Kris said you’d spent the weekend with your mate. Did something happen?”

Tao kept his focus on placing the boxes of macaroni and rice in their proper places. “Her best friend made her break up with me.”

“Wait. Why?”

Releasing a sigh, Tao looked over at her. “Because I went out on one stupid date with her and I guess she had feelings for me that ran a little deep and now she’s on some stupid rampage of ‘if she can’t have me than neither can (y/n)’. I can’t figure out if going on that date was the worst mistake of my life or if I still wouldn’t have met (y/n) yet if I hadn’t gone out that night.”

“That is… one complicated situation,” Evie said sympathetically. “One with, unfortunately, no quick solution. Friendships are sticky. But from what Kris has told me, she’s a fighter. I mean, she fought against her feelings for you for a good while. Trust me, once you give into those feelings for your wolf, they’re nearly impossible to ignore. She’ll come back to you. Just give her some time.”

Tao could only nod back in reply. He didn’t want to give it time. He knew he had to, but he wanted you back in his arms now.

Evie patted his shoulder before moving over to the oven. “Why don’t you help me get started on dinner? I’m thinking soup might be easiest.”

Rolling his eyes, Tao turned around and began taking down the necessary pots from the cabinets. Of course, on the day he decides to take the day off from school for his emotional wellbeing, he’s put to work.

**

You didn’t move from the couch the entire day. While the TV played whatever was just on, you lied there on your side, face pressed against the throw pillow. You were sure there’d be a pattern imprinted into your skin when you finally got up, but you didn’t care. What was the point?

God, you hated yourself. You could hardly believe that you’d broken Tao so much that tears rolled down his cheeks. Sure, you’d seen him cry just a few days before, but this time it was your fault. Part of you – a huge majority of you, actually – was hoping he’d show up at your door. What could you do when he was on your doorstep, begging for you to change your mind besides take him back?

But that doorbell never rang and you never heard a knock or footsteps echoing down from your roof. So you were alone in that big house, needing someone to talk to, to help you understand why you were thrown into this predicament and why you were forced to choose between your best friend and Tao.

Suddenly, the front door clicked like the turning of the lock and swung open.

“Mom?” You sat up off the couch, watching in disbelief as your parents struggled to get inside with their luggage.

“Hi, sweetie,” she smiled at you. Your father gave you a mumbled greeting before going upstairs. His face was a concerning shade of green, but that was an afterthought as you jumped up off the couch and ran to your mother.

“What are you doing back so early?”

Your mother sighed and looked up at the stairs before turning back to you. “Your father got sick so we came home early. He’s going to lie down for a little bit.” Her maternal instincts kicking in, she narrowed her eyes as she studied your face. Were your eyes still red and puffy after all these hours? “Honey, is something wrong?”

Once more becoming a blubbering mess, you threw yourself in her embrace, unable to answer her verbally. For a minute or two, she just held you, patting your head and letting you cry it out without bombarding you with questions that you couldn’t reply to. When your tears started to dry out again, she led you into the kitchen. After sitting you down at the island, she immediately got to work heating up a kettle of water and searching the cabinets for the best tea to make for this situation.

Only when she had a cup steaming in front of you did she finally sit down across from you, mom mode on high. “Now, tell me what happened.”

You took a deep breath and cleared your throat. “Do you remember the guy I told you about?”

“The playboy?” she clarified with a playfully crooked smile. You couldn’t believe you managed something resembling a short laugh at that.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Although, he’s not like that. Not at all. He’s sweet and compassionate and he listens to me-” You needed to be careful in this conversation. If you continued talking about how amazing Tao was, you’d make yourself cry all over again. “I just really fell for him.”

A knowing grin crept across your mother’s face. “I had a feeling you might. But what happened?”

You took a sip of your tea, still hot and burning against your tongue, but your throat welcomed the warm liquid. “Well, he kind of went out on a date with Kendall. Before we ever met!” Your mother had opened her mouth comment, so you rushed to save Tao’s reputation in her eyes. “They never went out again after that, so I figured it didn’t matter. But….”

“But Kendall still had feelings for him,” your mother finished for you.

You nodded again. “And I didn’t tell her about me and Tao because I wanted to know if it would even go anywhere first, but she saw us together over the weekend.” No need to explain exactly where she saw you. No matter how distraught you were in the moment, your parents wouldn’t appreciate you having someone over and spending the night without their knowledge. “She was upset – like really upset. I didn’t know how much she liked him before, she never told me. And so, she… kind of made me break up with him….”

A flash of anger ignited in your mother’s eyes. “She made you break up with him?”

“She didn’t out right say ‘break up with him’,” you clarified. Admittedly, you were a little worried at your mother’s reaction. She’d disliked one of your friends in the past and... well, it wasn’t pretty, to say the least. “But when I said that I would, she just nodded and walked away.”

“Why did you ever say that you would say that you would break up with him if you didn’t want to?”

“I don’t know,” you whined with a shrug. “Kendall was crying and freaking out and I just panicked. But,” sighing, you picked at the chipping paint on the old mug, “I was kind of hoping she’d say I didn’t have to.”

“Honey, look at me.”

You did, surprised at how your mother’s expression had softened.

She reached out to you, cupping your chin with her delicate fingers before dropping them back down on the counter. “I know you might think I hadn’t noticed, but I could tell something was going on with that boy after you told me about him. You were happier. Now, I will never say you need another person to make you happy, but there was a spring in your step and you smiled without even thinking about it. And if Kendall was really your friend, then she’d understand. She’d respect where both your and Tao’s feelings really lie. I know there’s the girl code, but it’s a two way street. If she really cared about you, then she’d let you be happy. So let yourself be happy, sweetheart. If she can’t understand that her jealousy shouldn’t come before your happiness, then she’s not a friend worth having. No matter how long that friendship has lasted until now.”

Her words hit you harder than you’d expected. You were wrestling with yourself once again. Kendall was the one who’d always stood by you, was always your best friend. But your mother was right. Including the times she didn’t know about, you’d constantly put Kendall before your own wishes. You always conceded to her, gave in to what she wanted. And you knew. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to just forget about Tao. You needed to know how far the two of you could go, if you could make it the rest of your lives. So Kendall would just have to live with your decision. If this was the end of your friendship, then it was the end. At least Tao took your feelings into consideration. And you couldn’t live with this gigantic “What If” hanging over your head forever.

Hopping off the bar stool, you rounded the island and threw your arms around your mother’s neck. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she chuckled. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Yes. This was what she was here for. And the universe seemed to be on your side, bringing her home just when you needed her the most. Maybe this was a sign that you and Tao were meant to be after all.

**

Tao was in a daze when he woke up Tuesday morning. He could hardly believe what had happened the night before. He was simply helping Evie get started on dinner one second and then the next Lanie was running into the kitchen, saying that Junmyeon had captured the hunter. Both of them rushed to turn off the burners and followed Lanie out to the garage. Sure enough, a vaguely familiar-looking woman was tied to a chair, just waking up from unconsciousness.

To hone in his own anger towards the hunter, Tao stayed quiet and near the back of the crowd. When Baekhyun recognized the woman as Hae In’s cousin, Tao’s anger flared up even more. That just engorged the betrayal. Minseok wasn’t around – probably resting since he still wore out easily – and that might have been a good thing.

Luhan showed up soon after that and things just went from bad to worse. Tao was stunned in a statue-like shock when it was revealed that the hunter was Luhan’s mate… and he knew about her the whole time.

When they eventually got Kris to calm down and shift back into his human form, they all headed inside – minus the newly revealed couple – and, well, no one really knew what to feel. Anger, hurt, shock, and confusion were just a few of the emotions brewing in the air.

Some of the mates finished up dinner, but no one was really hungry, which was a first. They were all forced to eat while trying to wrestle with the fact that Luhan had essentially lied to all of them for weeks. Even though he refused to acknowledge it, Tao could understand, on a minute scale, at least. Wolves were quick to hatred when it came to hunters and for good reason. It wasn’t like the hunters gave the wolves a chance to show they were harmless on the first meeting. But the one in the garage? She seemed to really care for Luhan, enough to betray her family. And so Tao couldn’t hate her.

He could, however, be extremely pissed off at the mates who decided to drug the whole pack in order to let the hunter escape.

Still groggy and tired after waking up from the forced sleep that after Junmyeon told Luhan that the pack wouldn’t be going after his runaway mate, Tao dragged himself towards the stairs to go collapse on his bed and slip into dreamland once again. But a new conversation was starting up, catching his attention.  

“What if she doesn’t succeed in deleting the files?” Kimberly asked. Jongin shushed her in a way that was probably supposed to be comforting, but she swatted his hand away.

“We’ll have to be ready for a fight,” Kris answered bluntly.

Lanie smirked cockily. “Sweet.”

“No,” Chanyeol bellowed out, making several of the other mates jump. “Whatever happens, you’re staying out of it.”

“Since when do you order me around?” Lanie crossed her arms defiantly. She stared Chanyeol down with her usual tough look. On an average day, it made the tall wolf back down and give in to her, but not this time.

“You’re not fighting against hunters where you could be killed.”

“We’re not useless, you know.” Of course Hae In would be right there with Lanie in wanted to get in on the battle.

Ji Yeon, ever the rational one, stepped in. “I think they’re right, guys. I hardly doubt we’re equipped to handle trained killers.”

“Not to mention, I have heard of instances where they’ve used the mates as bait for the wolves,” Yixing added in. “We won’t let that happen to any of you.”

Bait?

Tao swallowed, images of you tied up with a gun to your head or beaten or tied up flashed in his mind. No. He couldn’t let that happen to you. They couldn’t find out about you to use you against him.

Conflict arose in him. He wanted you back and he wanted you with him, but if Luhan’s mate failed and the hunters sent someone else to scope them out before attacking, they could find out about you, find out that you’re a mate. Maybe you breaking up with him today was the universe’s perfect timing. That could keep you safe. He needed to keep you safe. So, for now, until this crisis was over, he’d have to live without you.

Making it up the rest of the way to the second floor, Tao shut himself in his room.

Now it was six in the morning. He felt like death incarnate, but he couldn’t go back to sleep. Sehun was snoring away on the other side of the room, cuddling his body pillow close to his chest. Tao snorted at the sight before dragging his feet to the bathroom down the hall. Since the house was still asleep, Tao took his time in the shower, waking himself up with the cool water that bounced off his skin in little droplets. Back in the room, he closed the door to the walk-in closet before turning on the light and getting dressed for the day. It didn’t matter that his first class wasn’t for several more hours, he headed out anyway, unable to stay still.

With nothing else to do, he sat at one of the stone tables in the courtyard. He stared off at nothing, just letting all the confusing thoughts bounce around in his head. He still missed you.

To give himself a little piece of you again, he took out his phone and stared at the picture he’d snuck of you back at the knickknack shop where you’d found that silly hat. Maybe he should go back and buy it for you. It’d be a nice present once he was able to be with you again. He still liked the matching jacket idea, but the smile on your face when you put on the hat was like staring at the full moon for him and he wanted to see it again.

“Tao?”

His heart leapt in his throat. Was he hearing things now?

Looking around, he’d somehow missed all the students arriving on campus to begin the school day. Behind him, you stood in the grass, fidgeting with the straps of your bag. Tao slowly rose to his feet.

“Yes, (y/n)?”

You scratched your arms nervously. “Um… about what I said yesterday-”

“You were right.”

You weren’t expected that. Wide, confused eyes stared up him and he just wanted to pull you in close to his chest, kiss the top of your head and drag you away from here. He wanted you to say that you wanted to be with him and let it all go. But he forced him to stay planted, to stay firm in his decision. If he survived this latest trial, he’d make up it up to you for the rest of your lives.

“I-I don’t understand?”

“You were right to break up with me,” Tao clarified, the lie feeling like acid on his tongue. No. It was wrong. Oh, so utterly wrong.

You shook your head feverishly. “No, I wasn’t, Tao. I shouldn’t have let Kendall dictate my life. I’m sorry. Please, let me fix my mistake.”

God, this hurt more than when he got hurt fighting against the hybrid pack. Even if it was fake and temporary, it didn’t ease the pain at all. How many of his brothers could say that they were the ones rejecting their mate? He needed to get out of here. Fast. “It wasn’t a mistake. And you were right the first time. I’m not good. I’m not good for you. So… just move on.”

Still not believing him, you reached out and took ahold of his jacket sleeve. Pleading, you whispered, “Okay. You’ve had your payback now. So, please, Tao. Please, don’t do this. Let me fix this.”

For a few seconds, he just stared at the place where your fingers clung to him. His body was screaming him to reach out and slip his fingers through yours, but instead, he pushed on your hand, making you let go. You were going to hate him. Once he finally told you the truth, you were going to scream, punch, and kick at him. And he hoped that you would. Because he deserved it after saying one little word that would shatter your heart.

“No.”

He walked away in the same way you left him the day before. Except he had no ill thoughts towards you as you ran away with tears in your eyes. You, though, were probably wishing you’d never met him.

Why was he such a coward? There had to be a better option than this, right? He could find another way to protect you and besides, there was a chance the hunters wouldn’t really come here, wasn’t there?

Before he could make his feet turn around, however, his phone rang. It was Kris.

“Hello?”

“Tao? We’ve got an issue.”

The blonde wolf rolled his eyes. It seemed like their lives were just one issue after another. “What’s it this time?”

“Luhan’s gone. He went after his mate.”

Tao froze. No. No, no, no, no. Damn it!

“I’m headed back right now.”

Hanging on the alpha, he ran towards his car. Luhan was an idiot. But Tao was about to be an idiot right back. He was going to follow the damn fool, whether Junmyeon approved it or not. The only thing that would stop him would be if Kris imposed his authority over him. Even then, Tao might have to fight. Then, when he came back, he’d be begging on his knees for your forgiveness.

[keeroo92]

Be My Nightmare Ch6

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You sighed as the last patient left the room, alone at last. Thoughts raced through your mind, whizzing like Mentos in a bottle of Coke. Too much happened today, you needed the chance to process and assess.

First of all, you outright lied to your boss. You risked your career, your reputation and integrity, and for what? Why did you do such an idiotic thing? It made no sense, but it was quickly becoming a pattern. First the hidden sketch, then the incomplete notes regarding your sessions, and now this. What was wrong with you?

Second, walking in on V’s…

You pursed your lips as blood rushed to your face. Even thinking about it made you feel like an idiot.

Third, the artist’s behavior with the other patients. You’d imagined a variety of possibilities for the session, but not once had you pictured him teaching, showing patience and compassion. The man seemed limitless in his ability to surprise you.

However, you struggled to believe the moment was genuine after the wink. Was he only putting on an act for your benefit? If so, why?

If his goal was to convince you of his stability the wink was a stupid choice, and V was anything but stupid. Had he simply meant it as a playful gesture, a manifestation of your strange relationship? Unlikely, but possible. His version of an inside joke, perhaps.

Or he may have only wanted to throw you off. He loved playing mind games, after all. It would fit what you knew of him so far, but something still felt off about the exchange. None of the scenarios brought you any comfort or reassurance.

Fourth on your list of weird things that happened today; his painting. Since several others already saw it, there was no chance you could keep it from his file. All you could do was cross your fingers and hope Malphas didn’t read into it too much.

You glanced at it every few seconds as you gathered the used brushes and rinsed away the paint, scrubbing at the palettes until they returned to their pristine white. He truly was gifted, there was no denying that. Even with your limited understanding of art, his skill was obvious.

But that wasn’t why you couldn’t stop looking at it.

No, that was due to the subject of his work. You took another look as you set the supplies aside to dry, searching for insights into his thoughts. Any detail might prove crucial to his treatment, regardless of what the image made you feel.

It wasn’t your job to feel; only to treat.

He’d created a sunset over a grey building, windows dripping with what could only be blood. Barren trees and wilted grass framed a narrow stone path, a pair of bats in mid-flight between their desolate branches. Every stroke led the eye to the two figures traversing the scene, their likenesses too familiar to ignore.

Kotomi’s form featured energetic shades of scarlet, evocative of rage and hatred. A sickly green hue replaced the normal chocolate shade of her almond eyes and a cruel grin twisted her lips. She resembled a demon or a monster from an old myth. Devoid of her usual radiance and beauty, leaving only spite and fury behind.

Beside her stood a figure that could only be yours. Even with her face turned away, it was clear from the hairstyle and clothing. Unlike with Kotomi, V used vivid purples and blues to create your image. He’d taken the time to use a finer brush, adding details ignored in all other areas. The gentleness of his strokes stunned you, but not as much as the tiny orb of black resting right where your heart lied.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Yet the most disturbing aspect of the image was the tightly clenched fist in the foreground, ebony lines running from knuckle to wrist. V’s hand, without a doubt. There, his technique shifted to an almost surreal level of intentional distortion. No other word suited the twisted lines or the overly bony fingers.

Is this from the night he had that episode? Did he see me and Kotomi leaving? How? He should’ve been restrained still!

You pursed your lips and unhooked the canvas, laying it on the counter to dry. There was no doubt it was you, the pattern of the shirt matched what you wore that day.

Is it possible that’s what triggered his episode? But why? Why would that make him angry?

You told yourself he envied your freedom, but the thought rang with falseness. The truth was there, plain for all to see in his work if they only knew what to look for. Why else would he paint you and Kotomi so differently?

Yet you refused to allow the words to form in your head.

Denial had its uses.

Over the next few days, you tried to keep from thinking about the painting. It was in the system and out of your control, only time would tell what consequences waited for you, if any. There was nothing to gain from thinking on it further.

Despite your best efforts, it snuck its way into your mind more than once. how could it not? It was stunning work.

In your daily private sessions, the artist created new pieces to add to his growing file. Scenes of carnage and mayhem, death and disaster. Each featured himself or Griffon, but never any others. No new details. Relief at not finding yourself his subject again mixed with disappointment at the lack of new information with every scanned image.

Today was no exception.

The page in your hands displayed the man himself swimming in red with an angelic smile. You sighed as the door to your office clicked shut as Kevin took V back to his quarters yet again. If the man just talked, this would be so much easier, but he refused to answer any questions about his past.

Maybe he’s not as interesting as I thought…

You pursed your lips. It was too early to jump to conclusions. He needed more time to develop trust, that’s all. You just had to be patient.

A harsh ping broke your reverie as an email notification lit your screen. The sender marked it as top priority and you clicked on the tab; maybe this could keep you busy for a while. A new patient? Changes to protocol?

Oh, no… it’s from Malphas.

He knows! Shit!

It was foolish to imagine he wouldn’t notice. What were you thinking, allowing it to get this far? Honestly, the man wasn’t even that interesting. He certainly wasn’t worth your career, not after so many years in medical school. Plus, you still owed thousands of dollars in student loans. You couldn’t afford to be set back, too much was at stake.

Calm down! Think it through, come on!

Your heartbeat raced as you read the message again, just to be sure. It wouldn’t do to overreact.

Do I need to be concerned about the nature of your relationship with your patient?

It was phrased as a question. All Malphas had was the painting, he probably didn’t have a clue about the rest. You’d been careful, nobody except you and V knew about the other sketches or the incident before the first group session. By the time Kevin entered the room, the artist was fully covered and the orderly was the least observant person you’d ever known.

It wasn’t too late.

Your fingers flew across the keyboard, typing a suitable response in moments. Everything rode on how well you covered your ass today; a single wrong word and you were done for.

Absolutely not. The patient is developing an attachment to me, but I assure you I remain nothing but professional. I will not allow the patient’s stance to interfere with treatment.

A sour taste filled your mouth. The lies kept getting worse, but what else could you do? Besides, he was making progress. It was worth it to restore him, right?

It had to be.

You waited a few minutes to hit send; it might be suspicious if you replied more quickly than usual. What a mess, to even need to consider such a ridiculous deception.

Well, at least I’m not bored.

A snort split your pursed lips and you leaned back in your chair. The first pulses of a tension headache brought your hands to your temples, rubbing away the pain. The last one was years ago, back in med school.

In a way, you enjoyed it. The pain and panic shattered the torturous disinterest you normally felt. Not the most pleasant shift, but a shift nonetheless. You’d take what you could get.

Another ding signaled a response. Your eyes fluttered open to read.

I thought so, but I had to ask. It’s protocol, after all. If it becomes an issue I can assign the patient to a different doctor, but until then keep up the good work!

The pain vanished and the void of disinterest returned, the danger now resolved. You released a deep grown of frustration and tried to reignite the embers of strife, but it was too late.

---V---

The artist swallowed the now familiar capsule with a grimace. What a joke, to think a mere few milligrams could transform him into a mindless sheep. There was no caging the wolf within, not now.

Not ever again.

All he needed to do was escape, then his masterpiece could finally be completed. The thought flooded his senses with delight, joy so profound a bark of laughter spilled from his lips.

Soon…

By his count, a full week had passed since his first group session. Any minute now, Kevin would collect him for round two and he’d finally get to test his theory. If all went smoothly, he might be free by the end of the day.

Only if the circumstances align. Don’t let your impatience ruin everything.

“Yes, Vergil. Any mistakes and all is lost.”

Do not fail me.

He swallowed at the threatening tone in the man’s voice. The consequences of falling short were dire, he knew that. The restraints would return and he’d likely be barred from future group sessions. He may never leave his small quarters again. Never be allowed to touch a paintbrush again.

Unacceptable.

So, he needed to be cautious. Meticulous in his planning. Flawless in execution and creative when something inevitably went wrong. Even the finest plans fell apart at first contact with the enemy, after all. Haste would spell his doom.

Familiar shuffling steps heralded Kevin’s arrival and V smirked, stepping to the door to meet him with arms held at the ready for the ever-present cuffs.

“Hello, Kevin. How’s your family?”

Over the last several days, he made it a point to gain the orderlies trust. It wasn’t hard, considering how straightforward he was. A question here, a comment there…

“Doing good! Sarah starts kindergarten next week, we’re taking her out to celebrate this weekend.”

The metal clicked into place and the artist followed the other man to the security gate. “Wonderful! I imagine she’s excited.”

Kevin chuckled as the guard buzzed them past, barely paying attention to his surroundings. Throughout the elevator ride and the short walk to the group room, V chatted about meaningless drivel as if nothing else mattered. He was grateful the journey didn’t take long, otherwise he might’ve lost his patience and choked the fool.

And then there you were, smiling as you spotted him.

His progress with you was much slower. It needed to be, considering how much he planned to ask of you. If he rushed the process, you wouldn’t survive. After all his careful conditioning this far, the idea alone set his teeth on edge.

“Hi, V. Kevin. Come on in,” you said.

“Hello, Dr. Waras. Are we the first again?” he replied.

You nodded and gestured at the trio of easels, as if he needed encouragement. Enough pleasantries.

The itch returned to his fingers as Kevin brought over an assortment of supplies. Plain white canvas begged for his touch, the surface naked without his work. Lightness spread through his chest and his breath hitched, mind already racing with ideas.

Ken and Kelly arrived moments later, taking the same spots as last week. The round woman looked as bleak as ever, unwashed and lethargic. Her eyes didn’t meet his once as she sat and waited for her supplies. Truly, a waste of space if ever he saw one. He turned to Ken instead.

“Hello, Ken.”

He met the man’s eyes with a slight smile, forcing his face to display honesty and welcome. Even with only an hour of experience around him, V knew Ken didn’t trust easily. Subtlety was his only hope of success.

“Now that everyone’s here, let’s get started. Today I want you to paint the first thing you think of when I say the word ‘flight’.”

Quite a different prompt from last week.

No kidding. She’s playin’ it safe, Van Gogh.

He ignored them, still focused on Ken. The man stared at him like an alien, struggling to respond. After an uncomfortably long pause, he ever so slowly nodded in greeting. It would do, for now.

V turned back to his canvas. Flight.

Vergil and Griffon were right, loathe as he was to admit it. The word ‘flight’ brought several ideas to mind, most of which were beneath him to bother with. Yet each idea lacked risk or daring, despite man’s natural position on the ground. Last week’s painting must have left a lasting impression, indeed.

In that case, he needed to be conservative. Too much at once and he’d lose you.  No matter how strong the temptation, his resistance now meant greater pleasures in the future.

The first stroke of pale sapphire purged every thought from his mind. The second, and a shiver of delight raced up his spine. With the third came goosebumps, and the fourth stole the air from his lungs. He marveled at the myriad of sensations, reveling in how no matter how many times he painted, it always brought the same euphoria.

“Kelly, do you need help?” you asked after ten minutes.

V huffed in frustration at the rude destruction of his trance-like state. If the woman was so hopeless as to need help, she shouldn’t be there. Even a child could paint a bird. How you sounded so understanding, he didn’t know. He listened with half his attention as he continued his work, switching brushes to begin outlining the details.

“I can’t think of anything…”

A soft hum and the rustle of fabric. “Well, let’s start with things that fly. Planes, insects, maybe birds?”

“I don’t like birds.”

The artist tuned out the conversation. There was nothing to gain from listening further, besides annoyance at the woman’s stupidity. He already had plenty of that. Perhaps it was a good time to work on Ken? The three orderlies looked like they weren’t paying a speck of attention, this was as unsupervised as he was likely to get.

He leaned a few inches closer and licked his lips. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Ken blinked like an owl, his hand frozen in midair several inches from the waiting canvas. “What?”

“I’ll tell you why I’m stuck here if you’ll do the same.”

A pause. V hummed and added several feathers to the wings, dabbing globs of yellow between to represent the melting glue. Ah, Icarus. The first child lost to naive dreams and foolishness.

Well, probably not the first.

“You go first,” Ken replied at last.

V knew his options. Lying would get him nowhere, the man could ask anyone on staff and no doubt they’d tell his story. Any trust between them would be irrevocably damaged. All he could do was frame the truth in a favorable light, or at least try.

“I murdered three people.”

A startled squeak slipped from Ken’s tightened lips. His eyes were comically wide, nostrils flaring. “Why?”

V glanced again at the orderlies, finding them a few feet back with drooping lids. Nothing to be concerned about. “To awaken humanity to the truth. None are safe from the folly of innocence.”

A moment passed in silence, the quiet sound of horsehair on canvas the only soundtrack to the scene. V glanced at Ken every so often, timing his next words with the moment his face began to relax from his instinctual terror.

“Why are you here? What nonsense do they tell you is wrong with you?”

“They… they say I’m delusional,” he began, adding a few shaky dollops of color. “But I swear it’s all true.”

The artist smirked. “Hmm. A familiar tune. Any who are blind to the truth refuse to even admit its possible existence.”

When he next looked toward Ken, the man was gaping at him. Fear still flickered in his shining eyes, but a hint of relief teased at the edges. Perhaps no one believed him before, how perfect. A better opening, he couldn’t imagine.

“Care to share?” he asked with an intrigued expression.

He listened in stoic and attentive silence as Ken spouted off theory after theory, gathering steam as he continued. The man seemed capable of believing anything, from potential coups to life on Mars and everything in between. He may be far more useful than he’d initially imagined. If he were to take advantage, all he needed to do was suggest a conspiracy. Child’s play.

V checked the others in the room. You were still locked in a discussion with Kelly. The woman had yet to even open a container of paint. The orderlies stood at least six feet back, only still vertical because they locked their knees. Fools.

When Ken at last fell silent, V gestured towards you and Kelly with a dismissive flick of his brush. “Look at how she fawns, it’s absurd.”

The man glanced his way and shrugged, his hand still adding blue to form a skyline. Why wait? Might as well get started now.

“Considering the state Kelly's in, the assignment seems like torture. Do you think she might be trying to provoke further depths of pain from the poor woman?”

Another distracted glance, but the first hints of concern appeared. “Who, Dr. Waras?”

“Yes, she seems manipulative, don’t you think?”

Ken’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. His brows furrowed in thought and a frown twisted his lips. Perfect, it was working. Now, to drive it home.

“I’d hate to be the target of her scheming. Who knows what she has planned?”

The man closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, his unsteady hand leaving a jagged line on his simplistic work.

“Perhaps this place is meant to destroy us. They say they’re trying to heal us, but have you gotten any better? I haven’t.”

Ken whimpered and V struggled to keep the smirk at bay.

“If only there was a way to escape…”

The artist lowered his eyes, his shoulders dipping as if in resignation as he turned back to his own canvas. He heard every harsh breath the man took, every squirm as he battled at his suggestions. In time, he would succumb. He lacked the will power to do anything else.

[mss4msu]

“Do I Wanna Know?” (Chapter 3)

Summary: On a visit to a local nightclub, the lounge singer catches your eye. Soon becoming a regular at the club, the way you look on the dancefloor gets his attention. You begin to hear stories about the notorious crime lord who owns and operates the small nightclub. When your friends worry that you’ve gotten mixed up with a mobster, you wonder if it’s better to be left in the dark and find yourself asking, “Do I wanna know?” if you’re getting involved with one of the most revered mobsters in the city.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader

Words: 2417

Warnings: Language?

A/N: This chapter was getting long and the series might actually be longer than 13 chapters because of it. I also love ending on cliff hangers, so this chapter was almost two, but I decided nah.

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You picked your phone up and continued to stare in disbelief at the notification. You swiped down to refresh the page, thinking there had to have been some sort of mistake. Instead you had another new notification:

WhiteWolfandtheHowlers liked your post. 1m

You double took the screen and refreshed again:

WhiteWolfandtheHowlers liked your post. 1m

WhiteWolfandtheHowlers liked your post. 1m

WhiteWolfandtheHowlers liked your post. 1m

“Holy shit,” you whispered to yourself.

You closed out of Instagram, set your phone face-down on your desk, and turned on your computer. Your hands were shaking out of excitement and anxiousness as you typed in your login password. As your desktop loaded you felt the table vibrate. Your heart was racing as you turned over your phone.

WhiteWolfandtheHowlers messaged you.

The rest of the text was cut off from the notification bubble. You opened your phone and entered the app, beginning to feel nauseous from anticipation.

Hey doll, what are you doing Friday night?

You stared at the message, your fingers dancing over the keyboard, unsure of how to respond. You set your phone down and pulled up your calendar on the computer. Friday Tony had you booked in the morning to prepare the conference room for a presentation, over lunch to take notes during his Skype call with business associates in Tokyo, and during the afternoon through the evening to assist with interviews for the open positions within the company. The last time you had helped with interviews Tony had left halfway through and you had been stuck in the office until 11:00pm having to complete the interviews and then type up notes about each candidate and have them printed, bound, and placed on Tony’s desk.  

You looked between the message and your calendar when you heard a throat clear behind your monitor.

“Did you see my message?” James Barnes asked you.

You had forgotten how gorgeous he was in the 20 minutes since you had last seen him.

You took a deep breath and choked on your words, which started a coughing fit, “Yes, I did,” you managed to get out.

“And?” he drew out the question, his eyes piercing into your own.

“I have to work,” you squeaked out, “Mr. Stark has me booked through the evening.”

“Does he now?” James asked, turning around to look for Tony. “That’s quite disappointing news,” he turned back to look at you.

“Yeah, it is,” you couldn’t the annoyance that crept out in your response; as if your schedule hadn’t gotten in the way of your social life enough, now it was interfering with a potential romance.

Your desk phone rang, snapping you out of James’ hypnotic gaze. You glanced at the Caller ID, took a breath, and answered.

“Yes, Mr. Stark? Uh huh, yes I’ll order lunch for the meeting,” you sighed into the phone. You shrugged your shoulders and mouthed a “Sorry” to James.

“See you Friday, doll,” James winked and walked away.

You wanted to call after him and yell that Friday didn’t work, but Tony began bombarding you with requests and you had to frantically start taking notes.

The rest of the week proceeded like any other. You ran around doing Tony’s bidding all day, returning home at night to get a few hours of sleep before having to start all over again. The only difference was that you found yourself checking the White Wolf Instagram page every day, at least once every half hour. They hadn’t posted any new pictures and you hadn’t received any messages since the one on Monday, but you held out hope for something.

Friday came, you rode to work with the Stark carpool and arrived at work, as per usual. You got to your desk, turned on your computer, and set down your bag. As you stood to go prepare Tony’s morning coffee, your phone rang.

“Hello?”

“(Y/N). Office. Now,” Tony’s voice raged through the phone.

You hung up the phone and ran to Tony’s office.

“Mr. Stark, I’m so sorry I don’t have your coffee yet. There was traffic this morning and the carpool got in slightly late, but I was just on my way to make it and I’ll rush it back to you.”

“Good, but that’s not what you’re here for. Sit.”

You nervously sat down in the chair opposite from Tony’s, “Yes, Mr. Stark.”

“(Y/N), we have had several interview cancellations for this afternoon. Due to this, and lack of other work for you to do at the moment to take place of it, you are free to leave early today,” Tony said through gritted teeth.

You couldn’t find any words to answer, and so just blinked back.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark. Thank you.”

“I expect the notes from the lunch meeting typed and printed out for me before you leave.”

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

“Why are you still sitting here? Go get me my coffee!” Tony yelled at you, anger rising in his voice.

“Yes, sir,” you quickly walked out of the room and as soon as the doors closed ran to the kitchen to make Tony’s coffee.

You brewed the coffee and brought it back to Tony without a word, seeing the anger in his eyes. You returned to your desk, sat down, and pulled up the list on your computer of the supplies needed for the conference room set-up. As you took your phone out of your bag it vibrated in your hand.

WhiteWolfandtheHowlers messaged you.

You opened up Instagram and looked at the message.

See you tonight, doll.

You felt yourself blushing and put both hands around your phone as you thought of a reply. Another message popped up as you thought.

Remember, show starts at 9.

“Can’t wait,” you typed and then deleted it. “Sounds great!” you retyped and deleted again. You typed and sent:

See you at 9

You opened your message and sent a text to Jess and Rachel saying, “I’m off work early tonight! Dinner and that club?”

“Hell yes!!” Rachel replied seconds later.

“We’ve created a monster and I’m living for it!” Jess texted back a minute after.

“So dinner at 7? How about that new burger place?” you asked.

“Yes!” Rachel sent back.

“YAAASSS!” Jess responded.

You put your phone back in your bag and printed the list of materials needed for the conference room. You got everything in the large conference room prepared; water bottles, notebooks, pens, folders with information about Stark Industries, and printouts of the schedule at every place setting and bowls of fruit on either end of the table. You brewed a fresh cup of coffee for Tony and placed it at his place at the head of the table. You gave the room one last glance as you heard voices outside. You held the door open for all of the meeting attendees, giving Tony a look to silently ask if he needed anything else. He looked into the room and shook his head no at you.

You returned to your desk and began to prepare for the lunch meeting, making sure the lunch you had ordered for Tony and yourself would be delivered in time. You also had to ensure that the meal you had scheduled for those in Tokyo was also set. Although the time zones made it difficult, Tony always had you coordinate meals for overseas meeting attendees as a sign of good will.

The catering arrived and you took it into the smaller conference room to have it set up for Tony as soon as he finished in the other meeting. You placed Tony’s sandwich and salad on plates and poured his water into a glass. You had a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket, with a glass for Tony next to it. Tony liked to celebrate positive outcomes of meetings with champagne. The first time you had prepared for a meeting like this, you had brought two glasses, thinking you would join him. That was the first mistake you had made at Stark Industries; you were an assistant and assistants did not get to partake in celebrations according to Tony. As you were setting up the Skype call, Tony walked into the room and sat down.

“I got you your usual, sir,” you said getting the settings just right.

“Good,” Tony responded curtly.

“Do you need another coffee before the meeting?”

“No. Just sit down, you’re making me anxious, (Y/N).”

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” you replied as you sat down.

You opened your notebook and took the cap off your pen.

“Eat, (Y/N),” Tony demanded.

“Yes, sir.”

You always waited until Tony gave you the ok to eat. It had happened before that you had begun to eat and he had snapped at you for not being prepared to take notes or not paying attention. You unwrapped your sandwich and took the cover off your soup. You ate quickly, hoping to finish before the call began.

When the chimes of the Skype call began, you looked to Tony for approval to answer. You reached put down your sandwich and answered the call.

Tony conducted the meeting in his usual style, congratulating those on the call for their innovations, expressing his desire to work with them, and saying how honored he was to be chosen for a partnership. Even though it was the same every time, he demanded you take detailed notes of the entire interaction.

At the end of the meeting, an agreement was reached for Stark Industries to begin selling the tech from the new Tokyo partners and receive a large portion of the profits. Tony motioned for you to open the champagne, and he ended the call with a champagne toast. You hung up the call when he had finished congratulating both the partners and himself.

“(Y/N), get those notes on my desk within the hour,” he stood and grabbed the champagne bottle.  

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” you responded as he left the room.

You quickly cleaned up the conference room, took the rest of your food and your notebook to your desk, and got to work typing up the notes. You emailed the digital copy of the notes to Tony as well as the executives in Tokyo. As the notes were printing, you drank the cold remains of your soup and finished your sandwich. You washed your hands and retrieved the notes from the printer. You three-hole punched them and placed them inside a binder for Tony.

You then took the binder and a fresh cup of coffee to Tony’s office. You knocked on the door, but did not hear an answer. You waited a minute before knocking again. You still received no answer. You waited a bit longer and stepped back when the door opened in front of you.

“I’m in a meeting,” Tony spat at you.

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t see a meeting on your calendar. I have the meeting notes finished, but I can come back later,” you held out the coffee to him, and he snatched it from your hand.

“What’s the hold up?” a familiar voice growled behind Tony.

James Barnes appeared behind Tony’s shoulder. You tried to steady your breathing, as you couldn’t help how much it had increased upon seeing him.

“No hold up, James,” Tony replied, “Thank you, (Y/N),” he said through gritted teeth.

“Mr. Stark, do you need anything else? Or…” you felt uncomfortable about asking to be let go early.

“It looks to me as though you’ve finished your work for the day,” James winked at you from behind Tony. “What do you say, Stark? Is your assistant finished with her work?”

“You can go,” Tony’s eyes narrowed at you.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. I’m sorry again for the interruption.”

You went back to your desk and packed up your things. You logged off the computer and checked the employee car service. It was so early in the day there were no cars available. As much as you hated to, you decided you would have to take the bus home.

As you waited at the elevator, you heard someone walk up behind you. You looked over and saw James Barnes standing next to you.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he smirked. “Need a ride?”

“I’d love one, actually,” you breathed out a sigh of relief.

You rode down the elevator in silence; you didn’t know what to say to him. He gave you sly glances the whole ride down, but didn’t speak either. He held the elevator door for you in the lobby and then led the way to where his car was waiting outside. He held open the door for you, and offered his hand to help you in. Chills ran down your spine as you took his hand.

“Sam, we’ve got an extra passenger today,” James said, getting into the seat next to you.

“Do I need to make a special stop?” Sam the driver asked.

James looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Oh, um, yes, sorry!” you realized you needed to provide your address, which you then did.

“Alright,” Sam replied, driving off.

“I’m glad you’re free for the show tonight,” James looked deep into your eyes.

“Me too,” you responded and then thought for a minute, “But how did you know that I would be free this morning?”

“There are some perks to being someone that Tony Stark wants to partner with. One of them is having the ability to make demands for things that I want.”

“What do you mean?” you asked naively.

“I wanted you at the show, Tony was in the way. If Tony wants me to work with him, Tony moves out of the way.”

You blushed, “Oh,” was all you could manage to say aloud, but you hoped your eyes conveyed more emotion.

“Is this it?” Sam asked, snapping your eyes away from James to look out the window.

“Yes it is, thank you so much.”

Before you could reach for the door handle, James had already gotten out of the car and was opening your door for you. He offered his hand again.

“Thank you so much for the ride and for the night off,” you gushed.

“I’d do anything for you, doll,” James smiled at you.

You blushed again, “I’ll see you tonight?”

“You bet,” he replied, getting back in the car.

He rolled down the window to give you one last look before the car drove down the street and out of sight.

CHAPTER FOUR

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[sl-walker]

Maybe you’ve done this before, but can you speak to how you came up with all the Blackbirds’ personalities and/or goals? Like what inspired them and such. I think we know the story behind a few, like Raze, but I’m curious about all of them!

Oh gosh.  I probably have in pieces, but I’m totally down with answering it. XD  Thank you for asking it, too!  This’ll get long-ish, so under the cut it goes.  But the easy answer is that all of them actually evolved very organically; aside a few notes, I didn’t really plan any of them.  They just kind of happened in the best way.  But for more detail, read on.

Shiv I stole from a short comic where he was actually fridged at the end on Orto Plutonia.  His habit of writing to his dead brother charmed me and broke my heart, and his own end was just a big ole nope.  Maul needed a sergeant, I wanted Shiv, so I grabbed him.  Even in the short span we saw him in quasi canon, he displayed a dry sense of humor and a quick wit (and some skill at words), so I just built on that limited framework.  He would have had to have been highly trained to be an advanced scout like that, he would have had to have been level headed, and beyond that, he really just grew into his own person organically.  Him wrestling with losing his twin, him having to process that while coping with the burden of leadership, with a new squad on one side and a green CO on the other, all of that just kind of happened as the story went on.

Tally's definitely been my answer to the habit of people writing mean, snarky medics.  I wanted one who was kind to the people in his care, who believed in consent and autonomy.  Beyond the fact that the squad was built around Maul -- who would need someone like Tally if he was ever going to learn how to be a person -- it’s just enjoyable to defy the trope.  Originally, he was going to be older, more along Husk’s relative age, but it was clear right off that he wasn’t.  Of all of them, I think I most end up projecting my ‘politics’ onto him; his open cynicism, his belief in solidarity, his subversiveness and distrust of the establishment.  But Tally, no joke, grabs the reins every single time I write his narrative.  All of the Blackbirds feel really real when I write them, but he’s the one who often surprises me.  I don’t so much think I came up with him as that he ended up with some part of me and then went on to totally do his own damn thing.  And if that sounds crazy, I’d love to see someone else try writing him organically and find a different result.  LOL!  He’s just a really strong personality.

Smarty is a total geek, except not.  Because unlike the stereotypical geek portrayal of like, the 1980s, he had no trouble getting laid.  He wears graffiti on his battlefield armor. He’s skinnier and softer looking than most of the others, but he’s also kinda fearless and badass.  He’s apt to go on and on, but he’s also sharp as hell.  I loved the idea of a clone who self-studied everything because 1.) he was intensely bored on Kamino, and 2.) because he has a genuine, enthusiastic passion for learning.  Like-- honestly, most of the Blackbirds are subversive not just in narrative, but also outside of it, because defying tropes is a lot of fun, narratively.

Castle’s personality is partly because I love engineers.  Scotty from Star Trek is my hero, has been my whole life, and Castle is kind of a sideways homage to him.  His skill and talent at building or repairing things, his steadfastness, but also his occasional struggles understanding what’s going on with people internally speaking.  Scotty’s his own thing entirely -- don’t even get me started there, the Arc of the Wolf can be googled -- but Castle shares some traits with him.  Castle is also a bit more like the clones we see portrayed in canon, which makes him an interesting perspective in this group of odds, ends and eccentricities.

Husk also serves that; of all of them, he is in the mold of Rex and Cody.  I wanted someone who was older and had been around for damn ever, who got the full load of indoctrination, both Mando and Kaminoan, and who would offer a more ‘traditional soldier’ perspective on things.  One thing is absolutely sure, though, is that I never, ever wrote Husker to be villainized because of that.  His view of things -- though it’s evolving now thanks to experience and kinship -- has always been just as legitimate a take as the other Blackbirds and I never wanted him to be portrayed in a bad light because of it.  I also wanted him to be 501st originally because that would be an interesting bridge between Skywalker and the Blackbirds, and an interesting conflict Husk would have to work through.  His personality kinda grew around all that; his fierce love and loyalty to his brothers, his unique place trying to balance who he was raised to be while being surrounded by the other, more subversive Blackbirds.  (He was named in homage to Bill Adama in BSG, too.)

Your boy Misty is kind of the most normal of everyone, honestly.  He’s the one who’s managed to not be traumatized by war, or by their upbringing, or by anything else.  He’s actually incredibly resilient in that regard.  It’s not that he doesn’t feel things deeply, but he seems to have kept from letting those get hooks into his brain, and that’s no small feat in their galaxy.  His genuine love of the water was the first thing I knew about him, and it’s remained kind of a constant in how his personality develops.  His ability to be a fair leader when put to it, but not enjoying the role, for example; his absolute confidence when he is in charge of something like a water rescue.  I’m really looking forward to doing more with him in Year Two and highlighting just how good a specialist he is in that, as well.

Brody was always going to be a slicer, but like the others, his personality just happened over time.  I knew he’d be a bit cynical because he already has more exposure to the wider galaxy than the others, but I didn’t anticipate a lot of the nuances.  Like his idealism finally getting stoked by Radio Anarchy.  That was a lot of fun to see, and brought home that he, too, is a young guy and not immune to hope.  The Llanic arc was a big one for Brody, not only in terms of development, but in terms of his entire life after this.  His mischief at the Viable ad was also a Moment(tm), but if you asked me what his actual defining arc would be, it’d be Llanic, and it happened kinda on its own.

Raze, as I’ve said, ended up being homage to my son; the ADHD, also the introduction of meds and how those made his life easier, also his cuddly nature and kindness and generosity.  His artistic lean, however, is in homage to my oldest kid.  I knew he’d be kind of distractable, never on time to meetings, hyper competent in his field, always down for a hair-pet and someone to snuggle up to, and oddly enough, Raze is the one who doesn’t surprise me often.  LOL!  I guess because I live with his inspiration.  His being ace just-- was.  I didn’t intend it, but it happened; when I was writing the camping fluff back in the day and Tango was lamenting, Raze was just like, “Nah, not interested.’  He’s just a wonderful, positive presence, and while he’s having an awful time with survivor guilt right now, he’s still wonderful.  And I honestly don’t know of anyone who doesn’t love him.

Tango ended up being one of the most complex of the Blackbirds!  Like, there is part of him that is definitely me -- “HDU write about this person I love inaccurately, I’ll just have to do it better than you!!!” -- but most of him is actually not.  Like-- his actually-pretty-inaccurate crush on Maul. LOL!  He loves the idea of being in a relationship with Maul, but doesn’t quite grasp what that would entail realistically?  The crush and literally everything else about Tango happened in the course of the story.  I knew early about his fanfic leanings, but not how he would get there; I knew about his superstitious streak, but not that he would end up slowly losing it piece by piece in favor of something he can control, namely his writing.  His feelings about Rabbit and what happened to Rabbit are more added layers to his complexity.  And while Raze is the teras kasi protege, it’s actually Tango who’s probably a bit more Force sensitive than the norm.  Nothing to Jedi levels, but there’s something there.  His future’s going to be an interesting one.  (And Etah and Adao will be a running thread through the whole series.)

Rabbit was always going to be Rabbit.  I knew his name and Rancor’s before I even wrote the first chapter.  And I knew he wasn’t going to see the end of Year One.  I knew that he and his twin were both brand spanking new, and would therefore have to develop on their own, over time, and they did.  I had no real personality traits in mind for either, beyond their desperate attachment (and in fairness, co-dependency) with one another.  So, he happened.  And I wanted him to be a person, even knowing his fate.  I didn’t want him to be cannon fodder.  I didn’t want the audience to suspect what would eventually happen.  And when the time came, it was absolutely, critically important that when I wrote his end, I was sobbing on my keyboard.  I had to love him, and to do that, I had to write him well.  (And I cried so hard I could barely type, then I cried for hours after, too.)

Rancor is the least developed, but that was by design?  I still don’t know him as well as the others.  I know he’s Rabbit’s twin and some things about him now, as an individual, but Rancor himself has always been defined by his proximity to his twin.  He’s never thought for a second to step out into his own so far as to lose sight of Rabbit, and so he hasn’t.  We get hints of it -- his vote on Bravo-984, his punching a clone in the teeth at the climax of that training mission, his possessiveness and anxiety, his basic quiet competence when put to it -- but it’s only really going to be over time that he gets to figure out who he is.  He’s always going to be Rabbit’s twin, but now he has no real choice about becoming his own person, and we’ll see how that goes.

Thank you again for the ask!  I hope these answers work.

[littlewerewolfsmutoven-blog]

A Real Wolf Show-Pony

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Derek Hale had always been something akin to an enigma. There were a lot of things that remained secret about him, his life, his interests, his emotions. Sure, the pack knew certain things....Derek was a werewolf, an alpha, a total cauldron of broody brew. But that was just about it.

For Stiles, there had always been a couple questions about Derek that just always seemed to be off-limits — 1. what was Derek’s sexual orientation and 2. how in hell did Derek afford one of the nicest penthouse lofts in the city, despite seemingly having no legitimate occupation? They were good questions, but remained locked away and unanswered in the back of Stiles’ mind...

Until the universe decided to work some of its magic.

Stiles was in his bedroom, cooped up at his desk, boxers around his ankles — cruising the internet for something to entice him enough to masturbate. Now, he had only ventured onto one of those shoddy cam-guy websites a few times, but a craving came around, so Stiles decided that he’d give it a go. There really wasn’t anything to lose and if he ended up finding it intolerable, there was always dozens and dozens other free-porn sites.

As he was scrolling through the “LIVE” cam-guys, Stiles casually scrolled through the available thumbnails, waiting for something to catch his eyes. At first, nothing was doing the job. Everything looked boring...but then Stiles saw one thumbnail with Derek. Fucking. Hale—lounging around on a chair, shirtless, and stroking his cock.

Suddenly, the stupid cam-guy website got a whole hell of a lot more interesting.

Stiles clicked his way into the chat that coincided with the cam-guy’s thumbnail, surprised to find that it wasn’t some sort of virus bait. It was real. He was watching Derek—in real time—stroking his cock for a chatroom of about five-hundred other individuals. And Stiles throbbed at the visual—a full on spurt of airborne precum shot out and splattered against the screen of his laptop.  

This...was way too good to enjoy by his lonesome. Stiles wanted to get somebody else in the action. It was the perfect opportunity to get down into some kind of fun. Derek was one of the hottest dudes in Beacon Hills. Nobody could disagree. Everybody probably wanted to fuck him. If the situation presented itself, Stiles wouldn’t turn it down...and neither would any of the other pack-members.

Stiles stood up from his desk chair and grabbed his laptop, kicking off the pair of boxers that had been at his ankles, and then eagerly rushed out of his bedroom to the living room so that he could get his housemate into the action. Derek jerking himself off for an audience on the internet was way too good to just let slip away with having some fun first.  

“Scotty, you have to fucking see this!” Stiles shouted, crashing down onto the couch right beside where Scott was sitting.

“Well, I can’t see anything because you jizzed up the screen.” Scott commented, gesturing to the spurt of precum that had blurred the live-stream of the cam-guy performer.

“Oh—” Stiles deflated, swiping the pre-cum away from his laptop screen with his thumb, before quickly popping his thumb into his mouth. “Okay, now look. Are you seeing this too? Or am I fucking tripping out?”

“Holy shit, dude!” Scott laughed. “Is this real — like, Derek’s actually doing this right now?”

Stiles laughed. “Yeah, he’s a cam-dude. And look, he’s got five-hundred perverts clocked in to watch him bust a nut.”

“And we’re two of the perverts!” Scott clapped his hands together and then shucked down his pants, tugging out his cock.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Stiles cheered giddily.

The two housemates settled themselves in the couch, stuffing the laptop into the allotted space between the both of them so that they both could see what Derek was doing and what the chatroom was saying. Neither of them wasted much time at getting their own hands at their dicks, either. The visual and the overall reality of the situation was too damn hot.

Derek remained in the same position that Stiles had found him in — sitting in a desk chair, jerking his dick. He occasionally laughed and quickly answered some of the one-off comments that poured into the chat. Most of the comments were compliments and directions: “ur hot af, bro!”, “lemme drain your balls!”, “flex your arms!”, “show us your pits!”....it was a firestorm of sex and seeing Derek so comfortable and chilled out about the whole thing was somewhat weird.

“I didn’t think he’d pack something that big.” Scott commented, stroking his dick.

Stiles snickered, thumbing at the head of his own cock. “You’re lame. Of course he was hung. Have you never paid attention to the way he walks?”

“I thought his pants were just too tight.”

“Yeah, that too...but like, that dick must get all squeezed and stuck in all kinds of uncomfortable positions when he’s trying to walk or run or stand around.”

Stiles and Scott continued to pleasure themselves, but neither of them were concerned with pulling themselves towards an orgasm. Instead, they took things slow and casual—laughing and cracking jokes whilst they kept special attention to Derek’s display of entertainment on the laptop screen. It was fun...kind of interesting....a definite topic for discussion.

It was incredibly strange watching Derek act so differently than expected. The man was a total walking bucket of broodiness just from day-to-day...but on the chatroom sex-cam, he was playful and bright and soft. There was an aura of casualness that seemed to radiate off of him. To watch Derek just sit back, all stretched-out, shirtless, hardened cock pulled out of a pair of track-pants—smiling and following all of the quick directions that got typed into the chat.

“Man, when you do think he’s gonna show his ass?” Stiles asked, overly dramatic and slightly frustrated.

“I don’t know — he’s been asked like twenty times by some of these other dudes.” Scott noted. “But it doesn’t look like he’s budging on the request.”

“So....what—?” Stiles scoffed. “He’s Dick-Tease Derek?”

Scott chuckled. “Ask him, dude.”

Stiles threw his hands up in surrender, laughing slightly as he picked the laptop up from the couch and set it back down into his lap. Anonymous guests in the cam-chat got a singular free message to type to a performer, whilst premium guests got unlimited questions to ask. Stiles wasn’t the “pay” kind of guy when it came to porn, especially not cam-shows. So he figured he’d use up his free comment for something important.

[ScrumptiousStyle]: “Hey, dick-tease. Nice dick, but I’m an ass guy. When are you gonna bend over and show us that thick ass?”

“Dude, what the fuck?!” Scott shouted, slapping his hand against Stiles’ shoulder. “He’s not gonna show us anything if you talk to him like that.”

“No — look.” Stiles alerted, pointing towards the influx of chat messages. Derek had responded, relatively quickly, providing some sort of help.

[DhaleBH]: “@ scrumptiousstyle, I don’t show that to just anybody. You gotta shell out the private room fee for that. $150. You wanna see this ass? Pay to play.”

“Fucker...” Stiles muttered, setting his laptop back down. “Is this how he pays for that loft? By ripping off poor horny college dudes with exorbitant ass-shot prices?”

“We should get a discount.”

Scott stood up from where he was sitting on the couch, wandering across the room to where his backpack was slouched down against the wooden television stand. He picked it up and rummaged through the contents for a moment, until he successfully fished his wallet out from the collection of crumbled papers and textbooks.

“Wait—are you actually gonna pay for this?” Stiles called out to Scott, looking down once more at the listed price for a private chat room, and then back up to Scott’s wallet. “This is basically robbery.”

“You wanna see Derek’s ass, right?” Scott asked, tossing his wallet across the room—striking Stiles square in the chest. “Well, he’s never gonna spread it for us outside of this chat, so come on. Pony up half the fee, we’ll watch Derek twerk for us, we’ll bust some loads, and it’ll be worth every penny.”

Scott was technically speaking the truth. Derek was such a prude when it came down to real life...there was no way in Hell that he’d ever show off his ass. Derek always hid it away inside of those tight jeans he wore, which were so tight that his ass barely got to even bounce around with movement and gravity.

Once the two were both settled back down onto the couch, Stiles pulled the laptop back into his control. He pulled up the payment window that was available inside of the chat, quickly entering in Scott’s debit card information, before submitting the finalized payment. When it was all said and done, Stiles laughed to himself, handing his roomie back the wallet and card.

It didn’t take long before Derek decided to react to the hefty payment. The public chat grayed out — kicking all of the other users out of the chatroom, effectively shifting everything into a private stream for Stiles and Scott’s pleasure. Meanwhile, Derek seemed to prepare himself for the show. He sat up straight in his desk chair and then started clacking away at his keyboard, typing out something.

[DhaleBH]: “You really must wanna see what I’ve got.”

[Scrumptiousstyle]: “Yeah....for $150 dollars, you better put that shit on display! That was some of our rent money.”

[DhaleBH]: “our??? Oh, so you’re watching w/ some friends?”

[Scrumptiousstyle]: “Just me and my roommate, two horny dudes, jerking off to you, dude...so are you gonna give us our money’s worth or not?”

Derek snickered, thumbing at his lip. He was somewhat impressed and visibly aroused by the demanding nature of the two charitable viewers. But instead of typing out something snarky in return, he got on with the show. He stood up from the desk chair that he had been sitting down in, giving the camera a particularly lewd shot of his dripping cock—which was still jutting out from above the waistband of his track pants.

He shoved the desk chair out of the way and maneuvered his camera around, pointing it in the direction of his bed. He needed more room to showcase what his private viewers had paid for. And surely, to the viewers’ satisfaction, Derek hopped up onto his mattress with a soft bounce—his back faced towards the camera, muscles sharp and flexed, with his clothed ass in frame.

Derek started to swivel his hips around, bending forward, arching his back, and letting the globes of his ass wobble with quick movement. Stiles and Scott started back with stroking their own cocks, attentive and receptive. Both of them watched the cam-show performance play out before them—mentally spun around with near disbelief. Derek was so comfortable with putting on his show for what he assumed to be total strangers.

Eventually, Derek looked back over his shoulder into the camera—flashing his anonymous viewers a quick smile—before he hooked the tips of his fingers into the waistband of his track pants and slowly pulled them downward. Stiles and Scott’s jaw dropped and their tongues practically hung out, sloppy with salivation, like hungry dogs.

Stiles and Scott traded handjobs, reaching over to clasp one of their hands around each other’s dicks. It added to the moment. Both of them wanted to suck as much pleasure as they could from watching the slutty display. Not to mention the fact that the feeling of somebody else’s hand felt way better. They had experimented together before, but it was a rarity. But considering the fact that they had just paid $150 dollars to watch Derek....it was a special kind of occasion.

“Hey, wait—I just thought of something.” Scott interrupted, tugging his hand away from Stiles’ leaking cock.

“Ah, come on dude.” Stiles complained, reluctantly bringing his own hand back to his cock. “I was getting into the moment.

Scott grabbed the laptop and started clacking away on the keyboard. Stiles lazily watched, more focused on what he could still see from Derek’s show. All the while, Scott pulled up some kind of sketchy looking program. Upon further investigation, Stiles was able to see that it was a screen-capture recorder, capable of recording what was was being displayed on the laptop.

“I’m gonna record it.” Scott said, booting up the program. “Then we can replay Derek show us his ass whenever we want.”

“Best money we’ve ever spent!” Stiles cheered, meeting Scott’s hand for a victorious high-five. “Now, get your hand back on my dick.”

Derek pressed forward into the camera, making it so that only the sharpness of his nose and plushness of his mouth were in frame. He made a grand show of sticking a couple of his fingers into the wetness of his mouth, slowly sinking them deeper into the darkness. He sucked on them passionately and lewdly, keeping it as pornographic as he could possibly manage.

And when they were sufficiently slicked up with his spit, Derek flopped backwards onto his mattress — kicking off his track-pants. He laid down onto his back and hoisted up his hairy legs, spreading them gently. Knowing that he had his audience members’ attention, Derek reached down with his spit-slicked fingers until they were in-between his legs, cupped underneath his balls, and right at his puckered entrance.

“Holy shit.” Scott breathed. “Is he actually about to finger himself for us?”

“He fucking better.” Stiles anticipated, gluing his eyes even harder to the laptop’s display.

Sure enough, the two roomies watched as Derek slowly slid two of his fingers into his hole. Derek kept it slow, but deep. He reached way deep into himself, pressing the tips of his fingers into his prostate with each insertion. Stiles and Scott swore that they could actually see sparks flash in Derek’s eyes whenever he pressed into himself....but the two could only imagine how tight he was.

Derek fingerfucked himself good and hard, picking up with pace without apology. His abs flexed intense with each jab and his very hard, very prominent erection stood proudly towards the ceiling — twitching and dripping each time that he fucked his fingers into his ass.

Meanwhile, a sheen of sweat began to glow on Derek’s overworked body. All of his body hair began to mat down with sweat onto the tanned skin of his body. But Derek refused to slow down the precision of his fingers. He continued to fuck up into himself, shouting out slurs and shouts of pleasure into the camera. His legs and feet shook violently and uncontrollably, reacting to the amount of delicious erotic juice that pumped through his veins.

“Do you think he’s about to shoot his load?” Scott asked, squeezing a tad bit harder at Stiles’ leaking cock.

“Yeah — look at his toes. They’re curling. His legs are shaking. His chest is heaving.” Stiles breathed. “And I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”

Stiles’ body tightened and his breath quivered, caught under the gracious hold of his best friend. He felt himself explode into Scott’s firm grasp, feeling the ooze of his warm cum ooze over his cockhead and down Scott’s knuckles. Scott didn’t let up on his stroke, he continued to move his hand, pushing Stiles past his point of over-stimulation until there were screams.

But it was fun.

“Derek’s gonna bust.” Scott acknowledged, popping some of the fingers that had been washed over with Stiles’ cum into his mouth. “Hurry up and finish me off. I wanna cum with him.”

Stiles scooped up some of his spent cum and clasped his newly sticky hand around Scott’s prominent girth, pumping up the speed and tightness. As they both kept their attention on Derek’s writhing mass of sweaty muscle, Stiles felt Scott’s body heat surge into the palm of his cum-covered hand. He kept stroking, thumbing over Scott’s cock-slit, and using his inactive hand to cup underneath Scott’s balls to his asshole.

Scott came with an explosive shout—as did Derek. Stiles felt Scott throb into the grasp of his hand, but he elected to watch Derek finger his way through his own orgasm. Whilst he watched whiteness splatter all over Derek’s cut abs, he felt Scott spill over his own knuckles. And yet, Stiles couldn’t tear his eyes away from where Derek’s fat cock throbbed and the sight of Derek’s fingers shoved into the tightness of his ass.

The two watched as Derek sat up from where he had been laid on his back. He stared in the direction of the camera in a simple daze. Spent cum slowly drooled down his washboard abs, catching in the trail of black hair that stretched from Derek’s navel to his crotch. Derek sat there for a moment, catching his breath, and coming down from his orgasm...and then he winked.

Stiles and Scott watched as Derek winked directly into the camera. As they rested against the backing of the couch, they watched Derek reach forward and shut off the livestream, without giving as much as a final “thank you” for the private payment. But instead of scoffing out, Stiles and Scott just snickered to themselves—staring down to where they were both covered in their own cum.

“Dude—” Scott groaned. “—you owe me seventy-five dollars.”