#wow this scratched an itch in my brain

[the-whispers-of-death]

I crave angst with GuardianAngel!reader/GuardianDevil!reader and Stone so

🍅

Stone was huddled over the broken and damaged feather, and he felt as if he was going to drop dead at any second.

How could he? How could he be so careless with his guardian angels gift? He was mentally scrambling to find a way to fix it, but he couldn't think of any solutions. And the more he was thinking, the more he felt betrayed by his own thoughts.

'What if he gets mad at me?'

'What if he doesn't let me touch his wing ever again since I was so careless with his feather?'

'What if he finds another human to protect and give gifts to?!'

He's so lost in his own thoughts that he doesn't even realize that you came back from your outing.

You feel happy that you found all those flowers and can't wait to give them to your precious human, but to your suprise, he's in distress, holding something in his hands.

You keep your voice low before speaking, trying to catch his attention without scaring him... "Little one?" He finally notices you, and as soon as he makes eye contact, he starts crying. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I don't know how it happened..." You quickly lean down next to him and wrap your wings around his body, trying to calm him down so you can figure out the problem. You question him, wondering why he's saying sorry to you when he's done nothing wrong. "Why are you apologizing, little one?"

He holds our his hands to reveal a broken feather. Your broken feather. He takes a deep breath before speaking again. "I didn't mean to break it. I wasn't being purposely reckless, I promi-" He's cut off by you plucking a feather from your wing and taking the broken feather off of the string, replacing it with the freshly plucked one. You tie up the feather and put it around his neck, and you give him a smile. "Problem solved, see? You could've just asked for another feather, y'know?" And the next thing you know, Stone's crying harder.

You quickly pull him into your chest, running your fingers in his hair and humming softly.

And Stone is silently promising you and himself that he won't break the feather this time.

Even if you'll just give him another one...

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You have to admit. If there's one thing humans got right, it's napping. And Stone's bed is the perfect place to take a nap.

It was warm and cozy, and it smelt just like him. Everything you want in a nap space.

But your relaxing nap was disrupted by... nervous pacing?

You reluctantly get out of (Stone's) bed and head to the living room where you see Stone holding something and pacing back and forth. He hasn't even noticed you in the doorway, so you call out to him. "Hey!" He stops in his tracks and looks over to you. "Sorry... I didn't mean to wake you up. Just go back to sleep..." You look at his hands and furrow your brows. "What'd ya got there?" As soon as you say that, he looks very panicky. He tries to hide it behind his back, but you've already made your way over to him and grabbed his wrist. (perks of being supernatural)

You look down to see the piece of your horn that you've made into a necklace is now shattered, and you look up to see Stone crying...

"I'm sorry it just broke into pieces, I was gonna glue it back toge-" He's silenced by the sound of a loud crack, and he looks up to see you've already broken a piece of your horn. "Here." You casually drop it into his hand, and you wipe away his tears. "Humans... so emotional over an easily solvable issue..." You turn around, leaving him with a new piece of your horn. "I'm going back to sleep... I'm sure you'll be able to make yourself a new necklace?" He quickly nods, letting out a soft 'Yes' and you smirk. "Good boy..." And then you leave him to his own devices, going back to his bad to resume your nap...

I wrote this in the school bathrooms, so I apologize if its... shitty.

This is good!! I'm in shock. I love it. Look at you, feeding us with Guardian Angel!Reader & Guardian Devil!Reader content. Thank you.

[ritz-writes]

OKAY i was just listening to @asleepyy's oopsie omens playlist, and i wanted to start on Running Up That Hill cuz of course i do. and i get to the chorus and im just doing my own thing

and then the lyrics slam into me with a delayed reaction of like 10 seconds

"if i only could, id make a deal with god, and i'd get him to swap our places"

brb gonna go CRY MY EYES OUT

i promise im being as normal as possible over this au and it is not working

[shinyspacepirate]

Little Shop of Horrors - The evolution of Audrey II

'24 Spooky Season Watchlist - Day 2

[felixravinstills]

Shitpost where the target audience is just me I'm pretty sure. Unsure, if there's much overlap between Dragon Age and the tbosas fandom.

Points of comparison (the last two are headcanons... whatever):

Both Unethical Scientist Women

Gaul's family not among the Capitol elite vs. Ghilan'nain not being among the Evanuris originally and being raised up (in part, due to being Unethical Scientist Women)

wlw relationship (Gloriam AKA Grandma'am/Volumnia) and Andruil/Ghilan'nain

Anyway, Volumnia Gaul and Ghilan'nain... They'd both go on my Hear Me Out Cake just FYI (and yeah, Ghilan'nain is like as tall as a building, has two sets of arms, gouged out eyes (?), and a bunch of tentacles, but like... as the cakes says..)

[sheryl-lee]

could you touch more on the nat antler queen clues pls? agree with your take so much on the finale and season so much!

sure! there's a lot of foreshadowing via cool hints/suggestive and vague lines/editing choices in the pilot that i've noticed so i'll talk about those primarily, but there are a fair amount scattered throughout the show as well (i'm planning on doing a rewatch soon so i may even edit this ask if i find any additional nods. and of course, if you notice anything that i've missed please let me know <3)

spoilers for yellowjackets under the cut:

the one shot in the pilot that's super striking and totally hits different for me after the s2 finale also happens to be the very FIRST scene we get of natalie as a character (discounting the brief flash of her younger self in the opening soccer game scene); it's during the present day timeline when she's still in rehab:

she's sitting cross-legged, meditating, surrounded by water and trees (aka wildnerness imagery). the framing and symbolism of this scene is completely altered once we know that nat is the antler queen in the 96 timeline (it also explains much of adult nat's behavior in 2x06-2x08, where she's leaned into the culty wilderness mentality. she's done this before, out of survival or some other dark impulse within her, and she's spent years clinging to another addiction - drugs and alcohol - and filled with guilt and remorse for feeling responsible for so much of what happened out there.)

oh and what color is adult natalie wearing in this scene? purple!

this scene cuts back and forth between pit girl getting bled out by who we presume to be shauna, while misty watches, in the 96 timeline:

much of the pilot follows this same pattern; every adult and young nat scene is followed by the pit girl scenes, and our very first glimpse of antler queen in the series - seemingly hinting that natalie is the one who will take on the leadership role in the past.

jumping back to the rehab scenes, at one point adult natalie says

"after they rescued us, i lost my purpose". this also has a totally different (and darker!) meaning once we know what we know by the end of season 2. similarly, there's a scene later in season 1 when adult taissa says to shauna that they "wouldn't even be here if it weren't for natalie". i (and many other viewers) initially took that to mean that natalie had a hand in getting the team rescued or helping them "wake up" from the cannibalistic wilderness cult behavior, but it actually means the opposite - nat surviving, allowing javi to die in the process, and becoming antler queen saved the group because it kept them alive (and continued to, up until when they were eventually rescued)

later on in the pilot, there's the scene of young natalie tripping and seemingly having a vision of misty watching her at the party (which we now know was ominously foreshadowing that 25 years later, misty would be the person to inadvertently kill her):

the scene immediately flashes back to the pit girl sequence, wherein the remaining survivors chow down on the human meat, and we get our very first antler queen appearance in the series:

the framing of young natalie sitting by a bonfire and antler queen in the center of a fire is yet another subtle indication that the two characters are one and the same.

not long after, we get another adult nat scene:

she says "i think it'll be good to reconnect with some old friends" and then we instantly jump back to the pit girl cannibalism scene, which now shows us what happened right before. misty serves the meat and we see antler queen again:

we then go back to the present day and see adult misty for the first time. she leaves the hospital and nat is shown watching her:

we cut back to the 96 timeline once more, where we see antler queen framed right behind misty:

so, knowing what we know now, the show's editing in the pilot episode and the particular focus on nat and misty serve to subtly hint to the audience that not only is nat antler queen, but misty is the person who winds up killing her, decades later in the present day timeline. it's a self fulfilling prophecy, a deal with the devil, an unpaid debt on nat's part (it chooses, you were always its favorite, it's not evil just hungry, we've been here for years), trauma that has frozen her in time and simultaneously paved the way for her life to end tragically because it (be it the wilderness, be it her metaphorical demons, be it her inner darkness) was not finished with her.

the signs were there all along that natalie was the symbol of this darkness within herself and the other girls - it was just a matter of paying attention and reminding yourself that none of these girls are innocent, nor were they incapable of violence even prior to the plane crash. the show's writing and characterization of natalie in both timelines is so rich and compelling that it was easy to overlook any and all signs that she was more sinister than we believed. but the reveal clearly showcases what the girls are capable of, and that while natalie may be faking her beliefs in the wilderness, she has become a personification of that symbology to the other girls (most notably misty) and does horrible things in the name of survival.

there are many other hints throughout the show but i might have to make a separate post because this got so long! but yeah, that's everything that i found and thought was really intriguing in the pilot alone. i can't wait to rewatch and re-examine the elements of the series now that this season has concluded!

[hella1975]

oh btw ch41 being called 'do no wrong' is from the song 'hearing damage' by thom yorke which you absolutely should listen to while thinking about zuko it drives me up the wall

[why-rock-look-tasty-if-no-eat]

Silly Game Time: Mothman and the Jersey Devil are about to fight (because JD called Bigfoot a bitch, and--in case you weren't aware--Bigfoot is MM's boyfriend ... they've actually gotten pretty serious, it's kinda sweet). AND YOU'VE GOT $5 TO BET ON WHO'LL WIN! SO PLACE YOUR WAGER!

Ooo, this is a tough one! MM has the motivation to start and end the fight as well as humanoid arms and legs. JD however has horns and the body (and strength) of a horse. That doesn't mean that the bf BF won't make a tool for MM to use against JD to.

They both have equalish skills in flight (MM I believe would have a slight advantage on the count of having smaller and more streamlined bodymass) however JD would definitely have the advantage on the ground. JD would theoretically be a chunkier flier while MM is said to be fast and graceful, however if we're going to compare them to bats (JD) and owls (MM) then MM would essentially be a glass cannon. One kick, ramming, or bite from JD to MM's wings and MM would have to land as bird bones, even at MM's size, wouldn't be strong enough to survive a kick from a horse.

However, that's where the speed and energy usage comes into play. MM, being a creature similar to birds, would naturally have the metabolism that would allow from prolonged flight times at varying altitudes and speeds. JD (ignoring the whole demon magic thing) would have that disadvantage of having to use a lot of energy for sustained aerial combat with an opponent more faster and agile.

JD would have the best bet of getting in one good hit, but if MM also has a similar endocrine system then they would be able to produce adrenaline. Humans can lift tones of weight under the right circumstances (highly not suggested if you like your muscles attached to your bones but if you're in a situation like that then lift that car above your head like you're Travis Scott at a concert) but MM would have an even more exaggerated reaction to adrenaline.

With a creature built for flight I wouldn't doubt that MM is stronger than a human on principle alone. Also, I think I'm getting a bit to much into this and I have bias from writing Mothman so I'll go with Mothman winning 😁

[cyanocoraxx]

SAYER is basically like.

SAYER: you are cringe, resident. you are not, as your insignificant species might designate you, Pog. Champ. please consider refraining from taking this L, as it would be most... unfortunate if you did. as you now understand, there is no time for not being “based” on Typhon. now, resident, please put yourself in mortal peril for your assignment- or, as i prefer to call it, the meme. there you go. that was not so difficult, was it? perhaps, if you survive this meme, you will be promoted to Typhon’s “gamer” department. again, that is... if you survive.

[spookynest]

Omg tumblr stole my heart cus YOU CAN EDIT POSTS

[euthymiya]

I think that toeing the line between platonic and romantic is great! Starting off as friends; laughing, joking, inside jokes, casual touches, and innocent looks.

Then the hugs get longer, the touches linger and you think about them when getting ready for bed, the looks are now fleeting because holding eye contact is getting harder.

Where before either of you know you are more then friends and lovers, yet putting a label on it doesn't feel quite right. Because neither side knows what to call it. Of course it's no longer platonic and it's more romantic, but the term "lover" does encompass everything that you are to eachother.

With lover you show them all your best and slowly the insecurities and fear start to thread through the cracks. With a lover a person tries to be beautiful and they can do no wrong in their lovers eyes. But with friends they see all sides of you and even laugh along to the photos that aren't the most flattering.

So yeah, platonic friendship turned into selfships is great! Especially when you can start to imagine where the shift starts, from friends to something more.

Respectfully anon this is making me insane I need to write a platonic-friends-at-first to lovers fic nowwwww like right now because???? I can’t believe this is the case because I feel like I’ve read so many fics that this shouldn’t be the case??? — But I think the only fics I have read/written are the friends to lovers where they already establish the pining or it starts with them meeting as kids and slowly developing feelings through the years so it’s childhood friends to lovers but (I think. I’m pretty sure, at least) I have yet to read a fic where they’re properly platonic friends at first as adults and then slowly shift to lovers. Is that weird??? I feel like that shouldn’t be the case there probably is a lot of fics like that right? How have I not read one? Maybe I have and I just can’t think of one atm but I feel like all the ones I’ve read have always had some sort of romantic tension that’s underlying you know?

But yes omg I think the slow shift to becoming romantic is so cute because you start off as platonic friends. You let them see all your ugly so much easier and faster because it doesn’t matter. You’re not trying to impress them. You’re not trying to wow them. They know you inside and out. You’ve laughed at an ugly morning picture of them that you’ve gotten a hold of. They’ve dragged you home when you’re drunk and puking and disgusting. You tell them your bitchiest thoughts. They playfully shove you around. People ask if you’re together and you both snort and shake your heads, rolling your eyes at the weird, knowing looks they give you

And then one day it just hits you. How good looking they are. They’ve never been ugly, but you’ve never dwelled on their looks and then one day you’re really really staring. Their playful shoves feel searingly hot on your skin and you think you’re imagining the way it’s lingering a little bit, but it’s not. You both start toeing this awkward, funny undetected line where neither of you want to admit that you actually did catch feelings. Because you both swore there was no way you’d ever have feelings for each other—you’re really truly just those platonic soulmates that just get each other like that

Omg. Platonic friends to lovers.

[fedzkun]

Finished the chapter.

...How ironic would it be that the raadsc chapter entitled "Love Language" and with a note so sweetly dedicated to me while wishing me well would be the one that ended our indestructible friendship

Too late. I'm distracted and am currently studying this RAADSC chapter entitled "Ch. 11: Love Language." Your love language is making me fail my subjects, I hope you know

I am sorry!!!!

[sc0tters]

Lips Sealed - Jack Hughes

summary: when jack rights his wrongs it makes this years trip to the lake house unforgettable.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, thigh riding, swearing, fireworks, alcohol.

word count: 4.09k

authors note: firstly to those who read the sneak peeks thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping me with this one! @babydollmarauders I hope what I’ve done to our idea has met your expectations. This is my first smut with a plot alongside it so let’s all play nice and act like it was well executed, okay?

The lake house had always been the best part of your summers.

For as long as you could remember the joyous memories belonged to that house. Being back with your friends and your brother after spending months meant that your mind was at peace “good morning to you too.” Jack smirked as he leaned against the wall of the kitchen.

It made you shriek as you jumped “Jack!” You groaned clutching your chest as you stood up straight. The boy laughed as he watched your Michigan maize baseball jersey fall to your sides as it covered your ass “sorry princess.” The hockey player smiled as he walked over to you “just came to see what the noise was in here.” He explained taking a berry from the bowl in your hands as the boy stared down at you.

Your cheeks turned red as the open jersey complimented the yellow bikini that you wore “just me.” Your voice was soft as you tucked your hair behind your ear watching him lean against the counter “feel like I haven’t seen you alone all week.” Jacks lips formed a frown as he held his arms out to hug you.

Ever since you were younger Jack always did have a soft spot for you “all you had to do was talk to me.” You pointed out as he had been catching up with Trevor as you did the same with Luke “wanna go for a ride then so we can do that?” Your chin rested against his chest as his offer lingered in your ears.

The boat was the true corner stone of the lake house, the boys got to use it as their moment to truly relax and be boys. You on the other hand lived for the laughter you got watching your best friend and your brother miserably fail at water skiing “I’ll even teach you to drive.” Jack proposed finally offering you the opportunity you couldn’t say no to.

Just as you had assumed the rest of the house was captured in a deep sleep probably brought on by their indefinite hangovers “let me help.” Jack placed his hat on your head as his hand went to help you onto the boat “really?” You weren’t complaining that Jacks locks were now free but you couldn’t help but send him a glare as the hat was too big for your head “Trevor would kill me if you came back burnt.” His words made you laugh as you threw your head back.

The idea of Jack having any kind of fear of your brother made your cheeks hurt as you tried to keep quiet going towards your normal seat on the boat “wow you’re really trying to get away from me that fast?” The hockey player teased making you stop in your tracks “meant it when I said I’d teach ya to drive.” His hand extended to yours.

You stared at the single seater that Jack sat on first “you know I don’t bite.” The hockey player joked as he helped you onto his lap making you straddle his leg as you faced the wheel “I’ll help you lead you.” Jack’s voice was soft as he let his chin rest on your shoulder.

Just as Jack had hoped it took you a few minutes to relax as you loosened up allowing the sounds of the water hitting the boat to scratch an itch you didn’t even know was in your brain. But with each hit the boat had on the water it made your legs tense around Jacks and with that your clit would hit different his thigh as your hips would readjust against him “oh.” Your lips fell open as it was now his turn to tense his leg beneath you.

Jack pressed his lips against your shoulder “you’ve gotta stop moving like that.” Jack warned as his cock throbbed at the against his swim shorts “like what?” You mumbled as you the the boat come to a stop.

It was a lightbulb moment that Jack had as he smirked “you never gotten off on someone’s thigh before?” He watched as you began following the movements that his hands had you doing “nope.” You moaned slapping your hand over your mouth as your eyes widened at the feeling.

Your legs shivered as the feelings went straight to your core and up your spine “you trust me?” Jack asked brushing his fingers over your cheek making you nod “use your words baby.” The hockey player cooed making your brain feel as though your were melting.

Your tongue ran over your lower lip “of course I do Jack.” You smiled as the boy grinned “need you to face the front then.” Jack sent a nod to the people in front of you both “if you really wanna be a good girl for me lose the panties.” His words made you moan as you nodded following his request as you crouched down to hook your fingers into your bikini bottoms pushing them to the floor before you got back to his leg.

Jack leaned his head against the headrest of the chair as he watched you straddle his thigh “just follow my hands.” The hockey player cooed pressing his fingers against your hips “Jack.” You moaned as your clit grazed against his skin.

Your soaked cunt spread its wetness over his thigh “fuck you’re doing such a good job.” The mirror of the boat became his best friend when he could take in how your face contorted when your clit hit his skin at a different way “please.” You begged wanting to move quicker now desperate to come.

Of course though you should have known it wouldn’t have been this easy “god you’re so needy already.” Jack laughed as he tried to adjust himself in an attempt to ease the pain his cock felt “keep soaking my thigh with your pretty little pussy.” The hockey player used his energy to lean forward to kiss your shoulder.

The jersey had fallen off of your arms as you kept your head upright “such a gorgeous girl aren’t you?” His teeth sunk into your skin causing a loud moan to fall from your lips “naughty girl, we gotta keep quiet.” Jack clicked his tongue making your face feel warm as it turned red.

But as your thighs clenched around his leg it made Jack laugh “but maybe you want to be caught?” Those words made you whine as you writhed against his leg “that’s it.” He smirked pressing a kiss on your earlobe.

In an attempt to tease you Jack began to bounce his leg making your breasts bounce “use my leg and I’ll make you feel so good when you come.” It made you cry as your legs began to shake “I’m gonna come.” You announced letting your head fall against his shoulder.

The nature of your words turned him animalistic as Jack sped up the movements of your hips “go make a mess on my thigh my pretty girl.” Jack kissed your jaw as you came “god!” The hockey player slapped his hand over your mouth muffling your moans as your legs squeezed his thigh.

As your chest heaved Jack laughed watching you come back to earth “wow.” You forced the word from your lips “I know.” He leaned down to grab your panties as his phone went off ruining this moment you both had.

Jack frowned as he saw it “we gotta get back before they notice.” The boy explained making you nod “just give me a sec okay?” You pleaded sliding your swim bottoms onto your legs.

The ride home was quiet as Jack focused on the path ahead of him leaving you alone now back on your own seat. Meaning that you spent your ride home drowning your brain in fears that caused you to feel sick as you docked “let’s maybe keep this quiet okay?” Jack wrapped his hand around your arm.

It made you want to throw up as you scoffed “like I’d go tell the boys what happened.” You grumbled pulling away from him.

It was a weird mix of embarrassment that mixed with disappointment as it became clear to you that Jack thought so lowly of you. To go from having him being your world as a kid as everyone but Jack could see the crush you had on him. To then becoming friends with him only to find yourself on the boat like this had your world shattering around you “god I need a drink.” You clicked your tongue as you helped yourself off of the boat not wanting to wait for him to do anymore to your ego especially not whilst your orgasm still had you feeling vulnerable.

Jack didn’t know why he said what he had done and as he watched you throw his cap on the ground during your walk back to the house it made him rub his hand over his face “y/n wait!” The hockey player pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as he got up and tried to make up ground in getting to you “bro you will not believe what I found!” Unaware of how you went straight for your bedroom when you got in Trevor wrapped his arm around Jack forcing the conversation he wanted to have to wait.

The next few days all ended in the same ways, you avoided Jack who didn’t allow himself to look like he cared as he prioritised worrying about what the boys might say. It wasn’t that Jack was ashamed or embarrassed, but instead it was the fact that he couldn’t get the moans that left your lips and the way your eyes screwed shut out of his mind. So in essence, letting the boys in on that secret would have had to mean that Jack was admitting it to himself that he actually did indeed like you.

But those thoughts weren’t the ones that went through your mind as you spent considerable amount of time trying to plan how you wanted to screw with Jack. You knew it was childish but Jacks attempt to silence you only served as a purpose for you to get back at him.

That was how you landed up in your red bikini and shirt you stole from Luke at the beginning of the trip “stop it!” You giggled splashing Cole with water from the cooler as he poked at the skin of your leg “what’s so funny?” Jack asked walking out to see the amused look on your face.

It frustrated Jack to watch you wrap your hand around Cole’s arm “just Cole being Cole.” You caught your lower lip between your teeth as the younger boys eyes trailed down your body “Z wanted to know if you would go with him to get fireworks.” Jack lied through his teeth as he smiled.

Trevor did most things with Cole meaning that it wasn’t unbelievable that your brother expected his friend to go along with him “I’ll see you in a bit.” Cole sighed squeezing your hand before he went to head back into the house.

Jack should have known it was too easy as the door slid shut “what are you playing at?” You asked crossing your arms as you sent the Hughes boy a scowl “what do you mean?” Jack shot back as he raised his eyebrows.

You couldn’t help it as you laughed “you dragged me to the store last week to get the damn fire-” what you didn’t expect was that you were silenced by Jacks hand as it went over your mouth for a second time, with this being so drastically different from the first.

He glared as you lay your tongue flat against his palm making sure to lick his skin “god!” Jack shrieked grumbling as he wiped his hand on the fabric of his shorts “okay I hid them is that what you wanted to hear?” The hockey player didn’t see the problem as it was the Fourth of July so that meant fireworks weren’t something you could have too much of.

Your eyes turned to sharp lines as you began to compose your thoughts into clear words “look I know you feel like we made a mistake.” You cut yourself off as you sucked at your teeth staring at the ground “but that’s in the past so can you just let me move on?” Your fingers raked through your hair as the frustration was evident on your face.

Seeing that you were feeling similar emotions to him it made Jack frown and stand in silence “that’s what I thought.” You clicked your tongue shaking your head as you walked to the door thinking that if you were quick enough maybe you could catch the boys “y/n please.” Jack begged placing his hand on your shoulder.

The look you sent him was one he truly never thought he’d get from you. Not only were you irritated but you were also disappointed, and it was disappointment only directed at him “we’ve only got a couple more days together so let’s play nice.” Your words were a clear contrast from your facial expressions as you glared at him “stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours.” You added slipping through the gap in the door leaving the boy with a lot of things on his mind.

To be honest Jack didn’t like that offer, he hated that you wanted to keep him away. So the only thing Jack could think of was to do exactly what you didn’t want him to do, Quinn contemplated calling his brother your shadow as he stayed by your side for the rest of the afternoon and even as meat was on the grill cooking for dinner.

The glares you sent the middle brother didn’t go unnoticed until you both ended up fighting over the last beer in the cooler “let go Jack.” You warned gripping the neck of the bottle “why don’t you go get one from the kitchen?” Jack tugged it back staring down at you.

It was a stupid fight that had gone on for far too long as you both constantly pulled it back and forth“why don’t you!” As you gave it a final tug it sent you and the bottle backwards to the ground and as luck had it the cap of the beer all of a sudden shot off hitting you with the rest of the beer that was in the bottle “fuck!” You gasped feeling the cold sticky liquid soak your body.

The boys silently watched on as you got up shaking your head “nice talking to you dickhead.” The white fabric of your shirt stuck to your red bikini top making you cringe as Trevor’s reaction matched yours “you get your eyes off of my sister right now!” He warned making you look down at your top.

Jacks eyes had followed yours as his mouth watered “I’m gonna get changed.” You mumbled dropping the bottle to the ground as you walked to the porch “okay what the hell happened on that boat?” Luke sent his brother a glare as Jacks eyes only left you once you slid the door shut.

The middle Hughes boy sighed “stay out of it!” Jack groaned as he pushed past his brother “where are you going?” Cole complained seeing that another person had disappeared from the dinner table “to get that fucking beer!” Jack spat as he shook his head following hot on the trail you had.

Frustration coarsed through your veins as you peeled the shirt off of your chest “that little dick.” You grumbled grabbing the wash cloth from your bathroom as you heard the bedroom door open “I’m busy!” You complained setting the cloth door as you looked to the door.

Jack locked eyes with you riling you up all over again “go have that beer Jack.” You grumbled placing your hand on his chest as you tried to force him out of your room “god you are infuriating.” Jack mumbled as he was stronger than you only moving back to the point where his back hit the door.

You stared at his lips before yours moved back to his eyes “at least I’m not the one who acts fucking bip-” Jack cut you off as his hands cupped your cheeks before he kissed your lips.

This wasn’t like anything you had ever experienced as he pulled away for a second to scan your face for any protests that you could have made. But as they didn’t come Jack let his lips capture yours once more “Ja-” you moaned as the hockey player pressed his hands against your waist as he walked you both back to your bed.

As the back of your knees hit the mattress you both fell onto your bed “I hate you.” You grumbled as the boy hovered over you “shut up.” Jack rolled his eyes as he hooked his hands under your knees pushing you further up your bed.

His lips moved to your jaw as all of the anger he had built up about the situation fizzled away with each kiss as Jack let himself nip at your skin “fuck Jack please.” Your body felt on fire as his lips moved down to your collar bone “taste like a fucking delight.” Jacks voice sent shivers down your spine as he moved back to stare at your bikini that barely covered your perky nipples.

If the sound of music from downstairs wasn’t currently echoing through Jacks ears as you had left your window open he would have taken his time but before you could complain the triangles were pushed to the side as the boy lowered his head around one and used his fingers to tease the other. Your hand tugged at Jacks longish locks that you once thought you hated but now as you used it to help steady him as he swirled his tongue around your nipple you were in awe “fuck Jack.” You repeated those words a few more times when the boy realised how responsive your body was to his movements.

But as always the irritating deadline Jack found himself came to the forefront of his mind as he was reminded of the fact that he told the boys that he was only getting a beer “would wanna taste this cunt of yours but we don’t got time for that.” The desperation in his voice was brought on by his painfully throbbing cock that rubbed against his shorts “and besides it seems you’re already ready.” The boy smirked seeing the wet patch that had formed on your bottoms that were now on full display for him to see with you out of that shirt.

His hand cupped your cunt making your squirm “you know I could leave you in here with that.” You warned as you sat up “we both know you’ve been waiting for a proper orgasm for too long to do that.” It was irritating how right Jack was as he sat on your bed again lips mere millimetres away from yours “show me you can be the one to give it to me then.” Your challenge had Jack thinking that he had been dreaming all along and that couldn’t have been real.

Yet as you sat there with a smirk on your face ready for accept this as a win Jack had to be the one to stop you “take those off.” Jack got up as he undid the drawstring of his waistband only to look up and see that you hadn’t moved “take it off before I rip them off baby.” His tone was harsher finally making you comply with him.

The pile of clothing was quick to form as your eyes trailed down Jacks body desperately noting how each part of him looked “god you’re so fucking beautiful.” He gasped staring like you were the only girl on this planet “c’mere.” You mumbled opening your legs to allow Jack the space to slot himself into.

It didn’t take him long again to have his lips find yours but this time his free hand that wasn’t holding his weight was instead directing his cock over your clit “fuck.” You moaned allowing his tongue into your mouth as your head fell back “you’re so wet.” Jack let out a grunt as he tilted his head down to watch as your cunt swallowed his cock.

Your hand squeezed at his arm “jesus!” You even felt your toes tingle as he bottomed you out with such ease “just you and me in here pretty girl.” Jack jokingly corrected you as he began to move his hips back and forth denying you of the opportunity to snap back at his lousy joke.

Jack felt your body relax as you adjusted to his size “please Jack.” You begged bringing your knees up on either side to make his angle more enjoyable for you “like this pussy was made for me.” Jack felt himself feel every part of your cunt “gonna make sure that I fuck it good.” His words ended with another kiss on your lips as it quickly turned into Jacks drug that was like his oxygen.

Lust clouded your mind as you attempted to drive your hips against his “look at you trying to get yourself off on my cock.” The click of his tongue was playful as your cunt clenched at his words “what would Z say about his little sister being this desperate.” The squelching noise that came after his thrusts made you moan as tears formed in your eyes feeling his full length inside of your aching core.

You struggled to come up with the words “h-he can’t.” You stammered as a sparkle danced over his eyes “then you gotta keep quiet princess.” Jack brushed his finger over your lips as you nodded. He watched your eyes begin to flutter just like they had done so on the boat “you close?” His head dropped to your shoulder where the hockey player began scattering innocent kisses on your skin.

The needy moan that left your lips made him smirk “feel so full.” You huffed as Jack slid his hand between your bodies “you feel me baby?” He pressed against your lower stomach causing the feeling of his thrusts to intensify “that’s what I want you to remember the next time a guy tried to fuck you.” Jacks words were only met with a whine that grew louder as he let his fingers hit your clit.

You chewed at the inside of your cheek “this pussy is yours Jack.” You shook your head at his words unintentionally making him smirk “you wanted to let me ruin you for all other guys then?” His breath fanned the shell of your ear as Jack used everything in his power to make his thrusts quicker.

A cry hit your walls as you pushed your head into the pillow “be a good girl and milk my cock when you come okay?” Your throat went dry as you nodded “I’m gonna-” your legs began to shake as your body looked like it was going to give out from under Jack.

He was right behind you as the pressure he had on your clit increased “let it all go my pretty girl.” You didn’t need to hear anymore as your eyes screwed shut and your hips continued to writhe against his thrusts “fuck!” Jack kissed your lips as your cunt clenched around his cock causing his orgasm to him as he attempted to fuck you through yours.

The two of you lay there for a few seconds until his thrust’s completely slowed and his cock slid out of your soaked cunt “you hear that?” You asked as you heard fireworks from outside as you looked to see that it was dark outside now.

It made Jack smile as he nodded “get dressed and then we can go see the end of it.” The center offered making you smile as he helped you out of your bed “you okay?” He added pressing a kiss against your lips as you nodded.

As you were both totally unaware from down below you sat the boys as they watched the fireworks with their meals on plates on their laps “how much do you want to bet they finally slept together?” Alex’s words made Trevor choke on his food “please y/n has way better taste than that!”

[yandere--stuck]

AaaaaAAA I was so happy to see you already had a gore fic for Bill in the works! I have reread it like. 5 times. Your writing scratches my gore itch perfectly, and I just adore fics the intestinal stuff especially <33 and his mentions of your heart also… the romance!! I was inspired by what you wrote, I hope you enjoy it once again :D! (also im doing great, hope ur doing well too :D!!) - zagreus gore anon

Notes for anyone else: This contains gore!! So much gore!! Body horror— It’s Bill’s love language!! (intestinal trauma, mouth trauma, eye trauma…. Honestly ‘you’ here are violated in like every way possible.) No sexual content, but it’s suggestive to me. Bill Cipher is a Weirdo.

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You never quite get used to the pain. You wish you did.

In your memories, the sensation is dulled. You know it was painful, you know it was one of the most horrible sensations of your life, but the full extent of it… You can’t remember. Your brain must be protecting you from it. Every act of Bill’s love would constitute life-long trauma for anyone else, yet you live through another session of it day by day. No. Scratch that. They wouldn’t be alive to recall it. They wouldn’t make it half as far as you. For you, no such easy, simple fate can ever be attainable. The weirdness of his new world has conquered Death itself.

Bill had cradled his intestines in your arms, laughing as they helplessly twitched and writhed against his body, cooing at them as you howled in pain. “Aww, are you excited to see papa?” He’d said, and only the strangeness of it had kept you from repressing it. He talked to your guts as if they were puppies, as if blood smeared across his bricks were innocent licks against his skin instead. Another time, he’d wrapped your guts around his triangular body, and called it the ‘world’s most intimate hug’ as he whispered sweet nothings about how much he looooves you, and also the health of your gut bacteria. Somehow, he always outdoes himself.

Bill had dug even deeper, crumbling your ribs to smithereens in his hands, and held your still-beating heart in his palms as an object of reverence. “All mine, all mine…” He’d muttered to himself, his pupil momentarily expanding to a large, inky abyss. The pain had been so intense that you’d slipped into shock. A bad habit of yours, as Bill called it, would be your tendency to slip into memories of the past to escape the present. When you should be focusing on him.

That time, he’d jolted you back to reality by fire-hot pain slashing through your heart. All the time, it continued pumping, spurting blood in Bill’s direction with every pump. His powers were the only thing keeping you alive. When, once, blood sprayed right into his eye and he was forced to take a break, you smiled for just a moment. A lopsided, crooked grin. He’d used a mirror to show you his handiwork. In the outer flesh of your heart, he’d burned a little triangle. He’d already healed the skin. The lighter pink scarring stood out against the rest of your heart. Marked forever. Though he’s usually so talkative, at that moment, he’d been quiet for just a few seconds.

Then, he’d laughed, breaking all tension. “Wow, it sure smells like barbecue in here!”

On another occasion, he had hummed a little tune to himself, comically large saw in hand, as he cut off your limbs one by one. You could never forget the sound as the teeth sawed through your bones, bit by bit. Tearing through muscle. The clunk of your arm hitting the floor. Your leg. Rinse and repeat. You swore you could still feel your arms and legs, once you lost enough blood and your vision went hazy. Bill had hugged you against his smaller form. (He could change his body’s size, technically. But he always preferred appearing just as he was to you.)

“Without all those gangly, long limbs of yours, we can really cuddle now!” The next day, all of your limbs had regrown.

He’d cradled your face with one hand, and kept your mouth open with his other wrist. You could see nothing except for that giant eye of his as he pried your teeth out of your mouth, one by one. The taste of blood filled your mouth. He’d tug and tug and tug, not nearly using enough strength, and being entirely aware of it, until finally yanking it out once and for all. (Until it regrew, that is.) Under your gaze, he took your teeth one by one, drilled a little hole in them and strung them together on a necklace.

“Hmmmm,” he’d hummed to himself, a long, drawn-out noise. “I feel like it’s missing something. What do you think?” Before you could answer, not that you had any desire to, he snapped his fingers. “Oh! I know! For a sign of our undying love for each other, it’s a little plain with just teeth!”

In the next moment, Bill had taken out one of your eyes. You cannot comprehend how such a, relatively, small part of your face could hurt so unimaginably much. You wanted him to drape his guts all over himself again. You’re sure a point-blank gunshot to the head would’ve hurt less. Been less discomforting. His fingers had shrunk into paper-thin appendages and slipped past your eyeball, digging and cutting away at the nerves behind it. You cried tears of blood. If there was anything in your stomach, you might have thrown up.

Then, all at once, pain had blossomed into pure, mind-numbing pleasure. Compared to the pain, this is what you would like to forget the most. You’d gurgled out a moan through the spit gathered at the back of your throat. Your limbs had twitched helplessly against your restraints. When your optic nerve finally snapped, you’d whined as Bill took your eye out, exclaiming “Pop!” as he did so. For just a moment, he’d juggled your detached eyeballs in his hands, having left you panting.

“Yes, now this’ll make a good centerpiece!”

Pain had become just pain once again as soon as his touch left you. There is nothing good about a gaping, throbbing hole left in your face. You whine, sniffle softly, to get his attention. You hardly ever speak out loud anymore. Bill can read your every thought and is aware of your every idea. When speaking takes up more energy than it saves, why should you? In that moment, you had lacked the energy to think about it, your body desperately trying to recover itself.

Right now, you wonder why he’d make it feel good. Why, this one time. You don’t immediately get a response. Bill just laughs and laughs and laughs, running his fingers across the teeth of his necklace, poking the eyeball in the very middle. In your eye-socket, an exact replica of it has re-formed itself.

“You’re so funny! Why do you think I did anything at all? That was all you, baby!” His pupil transforms into a heart. It’s a blink-or-you-miss it transformation, and as soon as it happened, you think you’ve made it up. “I told you that you’d come around to it! Maybe we can even share in a little bit of pain next time, huh?”

You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since, both his words and how mind-numbingly good it had felt. Maybe he’d simply lied to you, maybe it’d all been his doing. That would be the best outcome, right?… With time, you know Bill will ‘show you his love’ again— He always does. But this time, you await it with fear, largely fear, but with a little anticipation, too. There’s no need to tell him. He already knows.

ANON I AM BARKING LIKE A DOG!!!!!!!! BARKBARKBARKBARK THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! God, your descriptive voice is so good, it's so vivid!!!! Bill tricking reader into thinking they like it and them believing it...... Yummy yummy corruption in my tummy <3

Thank you so much for this, I can only hope what I write holds a candle to this!!! You never disappoint raaghh.

Bill draping your guts around as the world's most intimate hug. GOD. Also it's so fashionable! Gut scarf, teeth and eyeball necklace, literally wearing pants of your body to shoe his love and claim of you. Aaaa I'm kicking my feet!!

Thank you so much again holy smokes

[puckinghischier]

It’s his accent for me. That man could literally tell me anything and I’m SAT

idk if we’re talking about nico or quinn here, so i’m gonna talk about both

but nico? god. i could listen to him read the dictionary, explain to me how paint dries, recite the quadratic formula to me, and it’d be the hottest thing ever. his voice is so yummy even without the accent but the accent is half the fun, duh.

now quinn? what i’m about to say i say with love and adoration, really

but his is truly one of the most basic american accents i feel like you could have, but i agree. i would sit and listen to this man for hours. more so than just his accent his voice is just so pleasing to me. it’s a perfect deepness, it’s gravely in all the right places, and it just scratches that perpetual itch in my brain each time. he has the perfect lil mix of a northern accent mixed with some of that florida jack has, but also just a 🤏🏼 touch of canada in there (wow, i wonder why?).

[thehereticdiaries]

Into the Wonderland: Chapter Two

Chapter Summary: You get to know the pack that helped you, with some interesting revelations. At class the next day, Marcus confronts you again.

Warnings: Marcus is a misogynistic asshole again

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A table set for eight now held nine people – four on one side, three on the other, and two at each head of the table. You, being one of the smaller members of the group, were sat on the side with four chairs. 

“Thank you, again, for your help and for letting me eat with you. I’m Y/N, by the way,” you introduced. You looked around the table as each member of the pack told you their names. The side of the table with four chairs sat Yeosang, you, Wooyoung, and Yunho. Across from you were Mingi, San, and Jongho, with Hongjoong and Seonghwa at the heads of the table.

“So that guy is your classmate, and he thought you were flirting with him just by looking at him?” Yeosang raised his eyebrows as you nodded. “Wow, I couldn’t imagine being that arrogant.”

“I think Mingi knocked him down a peg,” Wooyoung snickered and bumped his shoulder against yours. Mingi turned to his lap, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Hm, I hope so, but he was still aggressive when he left,” you shrugged. “I’ll have to email my professor to let her know what happened.”

“Ooh, what are you in school for?” Seonghwa probed, chin resting on his hand. 

“I’m in bioinformatics,” you grinned. “I want to work at the Research Institute for Infectious Diseases.” A round of impressed “ooo”s rippled across the table. You were bombarded with questions about your major and your career plans, which you were more than happy to ramble on about. You only paused to place your order before delving back into describing your current coding project. 

“Woah, I think my brain would break if I had to do all of that,” Wooyoung whistled. He and Yeosang peeped over your shoulders to look at your code after you opened your laptop. You giggled, closing your incomplete project to show them how a functional code works. You glanced up at movement across the table. Mingi was massaging his bruising knuckles, wincing on the especially tender spots. 

“Mingi, are you okay? Your hand looks like it hurts,” you asked, eyebrows scrunching in concern. Mingi jumped, like he wasn’t expecting you to address him directly.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” he reassured. “What about you, though? You keep picking at your patches.”

“Ah, I don’t really like using blocker patches. I think my skin is sensitive, cus they always start itching after a few hours,” you explained. “But I ran out of the cream I normally use.”

“I have a roll-on scent blocker if you want to take the patches off,” Seonghwa offered. 

“Really? That would be great, thank you!” You stood to go to the restroom, but you were stopped by Yeosang holding your wrist.

“You can just change them here. We are in a private room, after all,” he insisted while pulling you back down to sit. Seonghwa’s blocker was passed down the table, so you figured they weren’t going to let you argue. 

“Honestly, it’s no big deal to change them in the restroom,” you grumbled to yourself and peeled off the irritating patches. You sighed in relief, gently scratching where the adhesive had turned your skin pink. You popped the lid off of the roll-on blocker, pausing when all conversation suddenly stopped. You looked up and were met with five sets of eyes already staring at you. 

“Is… uh, is everything alright?” You faltered. Wooyoung, San, and Jongho appeared just as confused as you. Wooyoung leaned down to sniff at your neck. “Woo! Personal space, please.” You covered your scent glands with your hands.

“I’m so sorry!” Seonghwa snapped out of his daze. “We weren’t trying to make you uncomfortable, it’s just –”

“You smell like pack,” San realized. Your eyes widened, looking to the others for confirmation. Almost everyone nodded, but Hongjoong, Mingi, and Yunho were practically starstruck.

“Are any of you wearing a blocker that can be removed easily?” You twisted the roll-on in your hand nervously. 

“Me, Yunho, and San have on patches. We can take them off, if you want?” Yeosang volunteered. 

“Please.” San and Yeosang peeled off their patches, revealing their scents. You leaned a bit closer to your fellow omega since he was closer to you. 

“I’ll be damned, you really do smell like pack.” You slouched in your chair, arms crossed lazily over your chest. You stared at Yeosang in wonder, and he poked your cheek with a smirk.

“Yunho, you gonna take yours off?” San kicked his foot under the table. Yunho jolted, mouth opening and closing without sound. Hongjoong’s gaze flickered between you, Mingi, and Yunho.

“Y/N, I think the three of us are getting a different scent from you,” the leader chuckled, almost in disbelief.

“What do you mean?” You sat up straight again, hands falling to your lap. Oh god, what if they weren’t pack? Is that even possible? How can you be pack for only some of them? What – 

“Mate,” Mingi sighed happily. Your jaw dropped, but you were interrupted by servers bringing in plates of food. They politely ignored the fact that you, San, and Yeosang weren’t wearing blockers. Hongjoong cleared his throat after the staff members left.

“Alright, everyone put your scent blockers back on. Let’s eat, then we can go back to the dorms to talk about this.” Everyone quickly obeyed, reapplying scent blockers and digging into their meals.

The rest of lunch went by without any other surprises. You chatted with the boys about all of your jobs, hobbies, and other interests. You were surprised to find quite a bit in common with them, from music to TV shows to favorite foods. After paying and bidding your goodbyes to Ji-Won, the nine of you stepped out onto the sidewalk.

“I’m not sure how far your dorms are, but my apartment is a ten minute walk,” you offered. They immediately agreed since going to your apartment meant being surrounded by your scent. You led the way while having a heated debate with Yunho about who would win in a fight between Iron Man and Batman (the obvious answer is Iron Man). You eventually had to stop the debate to unlock your door so everyone could file in. 

“Your apartment is so cute,” Seonghwa complimented. You decorated your space into the perfect mix of sleek, charming, and spooky. San placed your backpack next to the breakfast bar since he had insisted he carry it for you. 

“Make yourselves comfortable!” You plopped onto your plush loveseat. Yeosang and Seonghwa quickly stole the spots on either side of you, leaving the others to sit on the floor (or the bean bag chair in Hongjoong’s case). 

“Right,” Hongjoong started with a clap. “We know that you’re an omega. You know that Yeosang and San are an omega and a beta, respectively. I think the next step is introducing you to the rest of our scents.”

“Of course, but please go one at a time. I’d like to actually be able to tell whose scent is whose,” you agreed. Since you were already familiar with Yeosang and San, they were the first to remove their blocker patches. Seonghwa went next, wiping off his blocker with a damp paper towel. 

“Two omegas! I don’t have many omega friends, the people in my classes are mostly alphas and betas.” You perked up and smiled brightly at the elder omega. Wooyoung and then Jongho removed their blockers, allowing you to identify them as betas. You felt your heart swell as more of their scents mixed together and enveloped you in the feeling of pack. You looked to the final three, eager to know their scents.

“You first, Yunho. You and Mingi have more mellow scents than me,” Hongjoong instructed. Yunho nodded and peeled his patches off. You were hit with a gentle mix of lotus flowers and myrrh, a very mild scent for an alpha. Mingi followed suit, his comforting scent reminded you of a campfire on an autumn night. Hongjoong rounded out the group, and he was definitely right, his scent was the strongest out of everyone. You grinned and stared at the three alphas in a daze. 

“I think you guys broke her,” Wooyoung snickered and poked your thigh. You inhaled sharply and shook your head to refocus yourself.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to space out.”

“No need to apologize, sweetheart,” Seonghwa chimed in. He ran his thumb across your knuckles. “I’d be surprised if you didn’t zone out. You’re getting practically slammed by pack and mate scents.”

“Uh, I don’t want to be the buzzkill here, but I’m worried about that classmate of yours,” Jongho interjected. “I don’t want him starting shit during your next lecture.”

“I did email my professor while we were eating. She said she would alert campus security just in case, but she will try to keep Marcus away from me.” 

“Would you be alright with us scenting you?” Mingi gestured to himself and his fellow alphas. Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline.

“It’s not a bad idea,” Hongjoong shrugged. “At least until you’re ready to accept our bond marks.” 

“I don’t mind, if you think it’ll help.” You blushed furiously at the mere thought of the pack alpha sinking his teeth into you. You received nods of approval all around.

“I also want you to wear my necklace,” San announced. 

“Wha– what?”

“Don’t think too hard on it,” Yeosang whispered. “San gets protective over the pack members. He made me and Wooyoung wear his jewelry and clothes the entire time we didn’t have our pack marks.” 

“Fuck it, let’s do it.”

The next morning you met up with the pack’s alphas at a small coffee shop after your 9 am class finished. Yunho handed you a bag containing much more jewelry than you anticipated. Despite your casual clothes, you were now decked out with San’s silver chain, Wooyoung’s star earrings, leather cord bracelets from Seonghwa and Yeosang, and a cute teddy bear pin from Jongho. 

“The others decided they also wanted a way to show you’re taken,” Hongjoong chuckled. “Can I send them a photo?” You nodded and posed so all of the jewelry showed. Your phone instantly blew up with texts from your newly formed group chat. You giggled at the outrageous compliments being thrown your way, but focused yourself after checking the time.

“Okay, okay, I have to leave for my next class soon. Do what you gotta do.” You tucked your phone in your pocket and pulled your hair into a bun so it would be out of the way. Yunho politely scented you, nuzzling his nose into your neck and cheek, pulling away with a quick kiss to your forehead. Mingi and Hongjoong, however, did not have the same self control. They took turns pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck and collarbones, sprinkling tiny nips along your sensitive skin. You felt them smirk into your skin when you squeaked at them licking over your scent glands. Hongjoong pulled you into one final, real kiss by the back of your neck. The three stepped back, admiring the mix of the pack’s scents with your own and smiling in satisfaction at your deep blush.

“I think this should get the message across,” Mingi commented with a shit-eating grin. You glared at him light-heartedly as you fanned your face with your hands. “Seriously, though, if he gives you any kind of trouble, text us.”

“I will,” you promised. You gave them each a hug goodbye before grabbing your backpack and heading to class, pointedly ignoring the odd look you got from the barista. Honestly, you were nervous about seeing Marcus again, especially since you weren’t wearing scent blockers today. You hoped that being absolutely covered in the pack’s scents would get through his thick skull. You were one of the first in the lecture hall, taking your usual seat by the window. Your classmates slowly trickled in as you once again pulled up your code. Your friend Nari, a sweet beta and one of the few girls in your class, took the seat next to you.

“Girl, what are all these scents on you?!” She teased with a poke to your ribs. You snickered and swatted her hand away before quickly recapping everything that happened in the last 24 hours. Nari stared at you, dumbfounded and jaw dropped.

“No fucking way,” she scoffed. “I’m sorry that Marcus tried that with you, but I’m also so happy you found your pack! And your mates!” She squealed that last part and you had to shush her after receiving glares from the people around you. The door opened again, and Marcus sauntered in, his gaze already locking on to you. His expression grew angrier the closer he got to you.

(“Korean dialogue”/ “English dialogue”)

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He snapped once he stood in front of your table. 

“Excuse me?” You glared at him, putting venom at the edge of your voice. 

“You told our professor that I attacked you.” He slammed his hands onto the table, making Nari jump beside you. “And now you show up to class covered in other people’s clothes and scents. Let me guess, it’s those guys you hid behind at the restaurant.”

“So what if it is? You don’t tell me what to do, dickhead,” you sneered back at him.

“Y/N, what’s happening?” Nari’s voice trembled and she held tightly to your arm. You patted her hand in reassurance but refused to break eye contact with Marcus.

“You’re a fucking slut, throwing yourself at a whole goddamn pack just to diss me,” he snarled. Nari yelped as you shot out of your seat.

“Get this through your thick fucking skull, Marcus,” you hissed furiously. “I don’t fucking like you. I did not ‘throw myself’ at another pack for something as petty as scorning you. So leave me the fuck alone.”

“You bitch–”

“Mr. Williams, is there an issue here?” Dr. Seong interrupted cooly, one eyebrow arched in question. You sighed in relief. Even if Marcus wouldn’t listen to you, he had too much respect for your professor to defy her. He gaped, mouth opening and closing but unable to form an excuse. “I think it would be best for you to take a seat, one far from Ms. Y/LN.”

“Y-yes ma’am,” Marcus stammered and moved to sit at a table at the opposite corner of the room. Dr. Seong huffed and turned to you.

“I apologize, Ms. Y/LN. I will speak to Mr. Williams after class,” she reassured you. “I must say, it was a bold move showing up scented by your pack. Good work.” You beamed at her compliment and tiny smile. Dr. Seong was an extremely serious and professional woman, so you were elated at the recognition. She nodded before taking her place at the front of the lecture hall. You sat back down and pulled out your phone. It had been buzzing nonstop for the last few minutes. When you suddenly stopped replying, it worried the pack. You quickly filled them in on what happened and assured them that you were alright. They weren’t satisfied until you agreed to come to their dorms after your classes were finished for the day, although it didn’t really take much convincing. You rolled your eyes at their antics, turning your attention to Dr. Seong as she began her lecture.

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[gallapple]

I was staring at her wondering why she scratched an itch in my brain (other than "wow what a pretty girl")

but you know who she looks like?