#Danny: I’m a bad bitch you can’t kill me!

[little-pondhead]

Inspired by this post.

[slasher-male-wife]

So hear me out-

Y/n is friends with the slasher, they have some flirty stuff goin on but aren’t officially together yet. Y/n either defends them from their own family (the slashers fam so like Thomas and bubba mostly), or if y/n is hanging out with friends and they start talkin shit y/n will start a screaming competition or throw hands defend the ✨slashers✨ the boys see this happen (either up close or from afar) and know that they are going to marry y/n. I saw someone else request something cheesy so now my full ratatouille ass is coming out

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Lester Sinclair, and Bubba Sawyer plsss <3

Kachow

Oh course my friend, I'll gladly do this for you. Reader is gn and ngl I kinda had a hard time coming up with something for Lester but I hope y’all still enjoy it. Sorry for it being short I’m still getting over writers block. 

Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Lester Sinclair and Bubba Sawyer

Warnings: Violence, blood mentions, hurtful language, swearing, use of the r word but never fully written out (R word) is how it’s portrayed. 

Michael Myers

You’re hanging out with friends at your house. Yoy moved into the Myers house about five months ago. You’re sitting in the living room watching tv. You told Michael to stay out of the house so he decided to watch from outside, hidden in the shadows. Halloween is coming up and of course you can’t keep your friends from commenting on Michael. “So Y/N are you worried about that freak coming and killing you?” Lexi asks. You roll your eyes. 

“He’s not a freak. He’s probably dead by now too. Don’t talk bad about him.” 

“Why is he your boyfriend or something?” Your other friend Meg teases. You roll your eyes. 

“No but he’s a human being and he deserves basic respect you know?” Lexi scoffs. 

“They should have killed him when they had the chance.” She says. You feel your blood start to boil. 

“He’s a human being you know. Murdering murders is just murder all over again. 

“I don’t really give a fuck. He’s some weirdo who probably wanted to fuck his little sister or something.” Meg says. At that you stand up and slap her. Lexi goes quiet and so does Meg.

“Get the fuck out of my house. I don’t want to see you two ever fucking again you hear me?” 

“You’re such a bitch!” Meg yells. You slap her again. 

“Get the fuck out!” They stand up and you watch as they leave. You huff and shut the door. Michael saw it all. A few feeling about you is inside of him. Something more than friendship. 

Jason Voorhees 

You’re out on a camping trip with some friends at camp crystal lake. You’re gathered around the camp fire talking about ghost stories. Your friend Danny gets serious for a moment. “Have you guys heard about the boy who drowned here about 12 years ago? He was this freak who looked like a monster and the camp councilers didn’t care enough to watch him when he went out for a swim. He drowned on Friday the 13th, his birthday.” 

“He’s not a freak or a monster Danny. He’s a kid who died.” 

“Have you ever seen a picture of him? The kid was definitly a freak.” Jason is off hidden in the trees somewhere, hearing about this. 

“He’s a child who died. Have some god damn respect for him. Do you know how torn apart his mother was about his death? Don’t be such an asshole.” 

“Don’t be so sensitive.” He replies. Your friend Kate coughs to break the tention. 

“So um who wants smores?” She asks. 

“A child died and all you care about is how he looked? Don’t you think he was tormented enough?” You ask putting your hands on your hips

“Clearly not enough. That freak show should have died when he was born. You know I didn’t want to say this but you’re a freak too. It’s a shame you didn’t die as a baby before you could mortify everyone you met.” He gets up in your face and you punch him square in the nose. He stumbles back as blood pours from his nostrils. He charges at you, getting you on the ground. He lands a few blows on your face before you land a punch on his eye and knee him in the crotch. He falls over and you get up. Your left eye is swelling up and you can feel blood running from you cheek and nose. Kate is sat there horrified running over to Danny. 

“Fuck you.” You say going and grabbing your things. 

“Eat shit and die Y/N!” Danny shouts at you sitting up. 

“Eat shit and live Danny!” You walk off into the woods back to the cabin. You make a bag of ice and put it on your eye. Jason walks in and rushes over to you. “Jason it’s ok, I’m ok. I’m sorry about him. He got what was coming to him.” Jason smiles under his mask. Love blooming in his chest. 

Thomas Hewitt 

You’re outside on the porch reading a magazine when you hear yelling coming from inside. You set it down and open the screen door. Hoyt is yelling at Tommy. “You dumb animal you ruined perfectly good meat!” You walk in and meet them in the kitchen. Thomas is standing with his head bowed in shame and Hoyt is smoking a cigarette. “God Tommy I knew you were an (R slur) but you’re even more of a (R slur) than I thought!” Your fists clench and you can feel something bubble inside of you. Tommy is your best friend. He’s a sweet boy who tries his best. How dare Hoyt talk to him like that. 

“Shut the hell up you bastard.” You spit at him. Both Hoyt and Tommy look over at you. 

“The fuck did you just say to me?” He asks clearly surprised. 

“I said shut the hell up. Tommy is a sweet boy who works his ass off for a family who abused him on a daily basis. You don’t deserve to talk to him like that.” Hoyt walks over to you. Thomas starts to sweat. 

“You don’t talk to me like that in my home you hear?” He says. You don’t back down. 

“I don’t care if this is your home. You don’t talk to my best friend like that. Kill me if you want but as long as I’m here Tommy isn’t taking any of your god damn abuse.” Hoyt smiles and stumps out his cigarette. 

“Well Tommy I guess you’re gonna have it easier now. But you little Mx.Y/N you’re gonna work extra hard you hear me?” He asks. You nod. 

“I don’t care. Just don’t you dare yell at that sweet boy again.” Hoyt nods and leaves the kitchen. You rush over to Tommy who looks like he’s catatonic. “Tommy are you ok?” You ask. He nods and you smile. Nobody’s ever done something like that for him before. A new feeling grows in his heart for you. 

Lester Sinclair 

You and Lester are driving a well dressed man out to Ambrose. He had an expensive car and was talking about how he was so thankful that he can get away from busisnuess for awhile. The entire time he was making backhanded remarks about Lester and his truck. Lester just grit his teeth and bared it but you could feel a rage rising in your veins. “So do you fuck all of your cousins or just the ones you find attractive?” The man jokes. This is your tipping point. Lester stops the truck in Ambrose and the man gets out of the truck. You follow after him but Lester grabs your arm. 

“Darlin let it go.” You pull it away and reach the man. 

“Hey fuck face.” You say. He turns around and you hit him square in the jaw. “Don’t talk to my friend like that ever again! Not everyone was born with a silver spoon up their ass! If you’re gonna be an asshole you better be tough!” You punch him again and Lester comes running up. He can’t contain the smile on his face after he saw you do that for him. 

“You little fucker. I’m gonna sue your ass!” He threatens. 

“Go ahead and do that! Can’t change the fact you got your shit pushed in!” The man storms off and you and Lester get back to the truck. 

“Y/N you didn’t have to do that for me.” He says.

“I’m sick of people thinking we’re less than because we aren’t high class southerners. I’m sick of those people. They can insult me all they want but nobody’s gonna mess with you anymore you hear me? You’re one of the nicest people I know. I don’t give a damn who they are you’re not gonna take abuse from anyone anymore.” Lester smiles as the two of you get back in his truck. His heart is swelling now. He knows that you’re gonna be the perfect partner for him. 

Bubba Sawyer 

The entire day you’ve heard Drayton, Nubbins and Chop Top yelling and abusing Bubba. It finally boils over at dinner. Drayton is yelling at Bubba for being late to dinner. “Asshole.” You whisper. 

“The hell was that?” He asks. You sit up. 

“I said you’re being an asshole. All of you were being a major asshole to Bubba today.” 

“Why do you care?” Chop top asks. 

“I care because Bubba is close friend of mine. He’s a sweet guy and he doesn’t deserve to be yell at by you three. Give him a god damn break. He does so much work around here.” 

“H-h-h-he’s just out little brother. It’s how we treat him.” Nubbins says. 

“Just give him a break! Constantly calling him a coon shit and a dumb fuck isn’t a good thing! He’s your god damn brother! Leave him alone! Whenever he fucks up its always something major! I thought you loved your family!” Bubba puts a hand on your shoulder. “Just let him live!”

“You don’t yell at me in my own house you little rat!” Drayton yells, standing up. You stand up too. 

“I’ll yell if I fucking want to! Give your brother some love you assholes! If you have to kill me to give him any ounce of respect! Love him you fucks! He’s your brother!” They go silent and you sit back down. Bubba feels something new in his heart. Something amazing. 

[lmelodie]

Oh boy OH BOY there’s some good content here today for this one. A good batch that I really like with lots of words under the cut >:) Here ya go:

Robyn Frost, here to cause PROBLEMS. Drawing their funky hair is always so fun. I give to you the highest honor I can bestow: Cool Jacket. 

JACQUELINE MOTHER FUCKING FROST BITCH!!! I realized that I haven't been drawing the titular frost sibling NEARLY as much as I should for how often she lives in my head. I BUSTED this pose out SO FAST cause I also realized that I haven't drawn her being BAD ASS YET??? How this has happened I do not know. It’s a concept sketch, something to add to the pile of things that I could finish someday.

And Spring??? Hello??? I'm not gonna lie, I was a spring hater when I first read Dani’s work. (Mostly because I read them out of order going from Frostmas to Meet the Frosts to CS. First impressions before the rewrite.) And I thought she was a bitch at first. But she's actually really grown on me since then! She’s just got her own inferiority complexes just like everybody else. Can't wait for her to get the closure she deserves on that.

So, when were you guys gonna tell me that BlackIce has been Voxman coded this whole time??? Also, fun fact! My main voice claim for Kills is Professor Venemous (along with Dark older Danny from the ultimate enemy to a lesser extent). He gets the closest to how he sounds in my head so there ya go. He sounds like PV.

More canonical looking winter! I still ended up giving her those weird hair thingies in the back because I cannot stop myself, but double bun winter!

Thawed!Jack hair studies. Because the whole concept of being thawed/frozen isn't a thing in my universe I don't have the excuse to draw thawed jack (plus he looked so lame in the movie why even bother) But! Here is how I think his hair would look like without all the ice. I do think he still freeze dries it, but in my head canon his hair is blue 😌 and his little hair flippy is all limp but not in a depressed way this time.

Feral Kills STALKING. HE’S CURRENTLY IN YOUR HOME!

Ok so, the elephant in the room, a fucking TREAT for yall: Shirtless Killian doodle. Because in all honestly, I just really wanted to try more anatomy stuff. And while I was making it, this really solidified his once ambiguous sexuality as now Very Gay. 

Ive decided that after the break up he has thoroughly given up on love and entered his WHORE ERA. not nearly as egregious as Jack’s whore era, but a slut period none the less. Fuck buddies situation with a vampire happened at one point.

Everyday this man strays further and further into Very Attractive territory (at least to me) and I have to learn how to reel it back SO FAST because this could get out of control SO QUICKLY. No one would be able to stop him if he just keeps getting hotter, it would be a DISASTER.

[juliusbrown]

Beanies reaction after sibling number 14…

And then the bloatware fashion victims want your beanie after child sex abuse

I said i can’t believe I’m watching Caleb key throw his life away over stealing a shot glass.

Push the brown guys Caleb I dare you

Go ahead bitch

Fact is, either way, you are done

I’ll tell Hayes about your little music idea or whatever

Kids

You’ll never be me Steven. You bitch ass incest having loser. Getting caught by the commonwealth.

My dental isn’t incest. But it’s not your business bitch.

— unbelievable. You give one of those nobody kids a chance, they turn the stereotype true.

Your problem is, you think you matter and you don’t.

Metres ; meters. Who cares? Bottom line, give me my shot glass.

I don’t wanna have to have a real drug dealer fuck a kid up over sticky fingers

Spider verse? Why? Are we trying to make nick look bad? His across the universe nonsense

Silly nick, mansons ex wife isn’t into poor trash… not even if you clean up.

Fingers lol

Fingers

Fingers

And he pushed like an idiot but he knows he has no life either way. Caleb.

Some shades of brown … don’t mess around. But you and Stevie… ha. It’s no wonder you’re not loved.

I’ll get my shot glass back but maybe in pieces.

Worthless ass children

My dead uncles shot glass won’t feed Caleb. He didn’t need that.

Lesson is, don’t trust poor minorities.

And he’s scared as a white bitch

People will remember me Caleb not you and Stevie lol

Awe boys

Hells angels or the commonwealth can handle Caleb smh

Hells angels, pls get my shot glass back.

I don’t have much left of Danny’s. they looted my shit and he never cared for them.

Not sure why Caleb or Rebecca green got involved either lol.

Those three needed to not involve y’all

Well … hells angels may rough you up Caleb. I hope so. Then you’ll learn boundaries.

He needs to lose a finger or two.

Stevie, heck haha

Hogs huh. That is so cute how Stevie lies on folks to be them

He’s done anyway. Steven didn’t go down in history as anything but a schizophrenic joke.

Steven loony tunes Jones aka coop aka wanted to suck sisters titty and she went to real military school

And when bitch boys can’t be playing that game? They sling cheap dime sacks in the ghetto

No one locally believes your struggle is real Caleb. Gosh. Maybe you’re not good enough?

He and Nelson are both fucking little bitches

What woods? Let those types die huh Caleb

Is that okay with you if only your types are killed ?

— it’s stuff but you know what? I’m going to make sure you get a great gift then make sure it’s stolen Caleb

— don’t look at me like I started rosewood up in this bitch. I’m simply saying though mixed nigga is about to lose fingers.

“Lazy asshole, you can’t mow?”

Listen here mister. Get out of my daydream and also, I’m working on the hedges

— only meant wells …

She’s the evil voice who says you’re dirty. Don’t go to church. Pretty in pink believer.

I hate, despise those people. Y’all know the sickos. That script makes me vomit.

Oh yeah but anyway, hells angels? Cut a couple fingers off Caleb key?

[sayinlaknight-yeah]

All Out PPV thoughts

Just My opinions beware I don’t hold back✋🏼

Not even gonna speak about the Casino ladder match. The guy in the mask has to be max if it’s not fuck that match too.

First off, the elite winning the trios? Fuck off. I’m tired of Kenny Omega and the EVP’s giving themsleves belts. Dark order deserved that win. Page and his besties deserved that, but instead he’s gonna have to live with thinking he’s screwed up the match for Silver and Reynolds and I can’t go through that sadness guys.

Jade and Athena? Look I love Jade but I’m fucking tired of her and her reign. It’s boring. Its old and I’m over it. She’s making me feel how Charlotte flair made me feel. I could go on and on about how this is exactly how WWE treated Charlotte and now AEW is doing it to Jade. She’s TOO OP, she’s ran through all the women already so like??? Who’s gonna beat her?? Or is she just going to hold the title forever and be the undertaker 2.0 like let’s not do that yall I’m for Jade being a beast but for gods sake change it up already.

MCMGs Vs FTR fucking 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼 10/10 give me the guns as heels everyday no better heels than those two dilf twinks. (Wardlow and lethal were there too but I frankly don’t care because they didn’t need to be. But it was cute seeing Dax’s daughter snap a pencil in half and pin sonjay AND JOE JOE IS BACK I LOVE JOE)

THE ACLAIMED SHOULDVE WON IDFC THEY TOO DESERVED THAT WIN. The Chicago crowd thinks so too. LIKE THEYRE FUCKING GREAT THEYRE CHARISMATIC THEYRE FUN THEYRE UNIQUE LIKE GIVE THEM WHAT THEY DESERVE!!!!!!

Ricky and Hobbs wasn’t even memorable I forgot it happened.

Toni winning was okay, I would’ve preferred Jamie simply to see the drama and a fallout between her and Britt. They’ve been teasing it for months and Jamie is the perfect person to put Britt in her place because it’s needed to be done for the last year.

Literally. What the fuck was the Christian and Jack match. Like I knew Lucha was gonna betray Jack at first I thought Jack was finna be a little shit and being out Christian’s ex wife bc that would’ve been GOLD A squash match for what?? For why?? They could’ve fucking done that shit on dynamite like what does it give?? It gave nothing. Besides seeing jacks mom slap the shit outa Christian as she should. But literally fuck that match. It was bullshit. I could write a whole essay on why I’m pissed with how they handled that match.

I fucking wish Jerihoe would retire. I’m tired of him too AND stupid ass J.A.S. Hateful fucking cheating ass bitch. I’m at my god damn limit. WHAT IS IT GONNA TAKE FOR SOMEONE TO TAKE HIM OUT PERMANANTLY??? HAGER TOO. Goodbye I’m done with them all (let Danny boy join bcc and then obliterate all of them for good. Thank you.)

HOB Vs Sting, Darby and Miro. First off Julia killed that fucking entrance, literally thought she was Stevie Nicks for a minute like okay spooky barefoot queen love you and your spooky dads/brother keep being spooky. This match feels personal af and idk how to feel about it tbh like it’s hard hitting and just screams personal personal. Anyways HOB needs to be on screen more and that’s a fact goodbye JAS give us fucking HOUSE OF BLACK for the love of GOD. And where did sting get mist?? He’s never had mist?? You’re really gonna make HOB look like jobbers? I can’t. Yet another fucking match that should’ve went the other way. Fuck this PPV.

I don’t even care about punk vs mox bc they’re prolly gonna have punk win and I just can’t stand to watch that after the shitshow that Tony Kahn has done tonight I don’t even care if Max IS the one under the mask and rips the title out of punks hands it will make no difference.

I genuinely thought I was watching a bad WWE PPV and I honestly wish I WAS because what the fuck was this shit?? I’m so glad I didn’t pay $60 for this garbage and instead illegally watched it because if I had I genuinely would’ve thrown myself off my balcony.

[helenaheissner]

A Dream of Summer Rain: Chapter 25

Lacy’s chest was hollow, and her head heavy. Her fingers twitched, and Danny’s grip on the gun pulsed. His hands were shaking- he hadn’t had a drink in a while. He was afraid. 

Good. He should be. 

A calm settled over Lacy, like none she’d ever known before. 

“Now then,” Mrs. Woodrow said, “You’ll be coming with us. You can come quietly or I can render you unconscious. The choice is yours.”

From out of the darkness, Drew said, “Lacy, what are you thinking right now?”

“Nothing,” Lacy said. 

“What?” Danny said. 

“I’m not thinking of anything at all,” she said in monotone.

Mrs. Woodrow arched her thin eyebrow. “What does that have to do with anyth-”

Aiming at me. Everyone’s aiming at me, Lacy thought.

“Fairy wind.” Lacy twitched her fingers, and the wind rose from the floor in a layer of pure kinetic force. Danny’s shaking hands lost their grip on the gun. Mrs. Woodrow’s high heels betrayed her and she fell to the floor. 

Lacy pivoted towards Danny and delivered a punch square to his nose, cartilage crunching underneath her fist. Her mind was a blank page of white hot rage, propelling her forward. She landed another punch, then another, then another, bleeding his face and bruising his chest, knocking him backwards, pushing herself forward to keep the pain flowing. They left the bank, and entered streets running rampant with chaos. 

Lacy swung, and this time Danny dodged. She stumbled over her momentum, and Danny scrambled up the pile of cars to leave the kill-box he’d set for himself. Lacy picked herself up and climbed the car-pile, her rage dulling out the parts of her brain that wanted to focus elsewhere. To focus on the pain, the shock, the disbelief, the sheer fucking betrayal of it all-

No. Not now. Make him pay first. He betrayed you. Isabella betrayed you. Gwen betrayed you- shouldn’t have forgiven her so easily. She abandoned you, lied to you, manipulated you- she’s as bad as any of them and YOU FORGAVE HER LIKE AN IDIOT WHEN SHE DID NOTHING TO EARN IT!

“Lacy,” Drew said as she finished the ascent up the car-pile and stood atop it, her vision narrowing in on Danny as he ran away like the cowardly little bitch he was. “You need to breathe. This is a trap you’re being lured into here.”

“You couldn’t have warned me about that before now?” Lacy said.

“I try not to speak to you two when you’re around each other.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because then you might both see me.”

She descended the car pile and shot down the street like an arrow. “How does that work? You’re a figment of my imagination.”

“No, Lacy. I’m not. I was kind of hoping you’d have picked that up by now.”

“Then why can’t you talk to both Danny and I at once?”

“It’s against the rules.”

“What rules?” Lacy said, barreling down the street after Danny. 

“The rules of engagement with the Starbound. I’m only supposed to speak to you one at a time. And at the moment, I’m talking to you.”

“Well Danny apparently has one of these fucking things as well,” Lacy said, her adrenaline carrying her meagre weight as she began to close the gap between herself and Danny. “So why haven’t you tried talking to him?”

“Because I’ve been talking to you.”

“Not all the time you haven’t.”

“Ah. Right. I forgot.”

“Forgot to talk to him?” Lacy said, skidding to a stop as Danny turned left up the street. She rerouted herself to follow him. Around her, people cried for help, and it seemed miles and miles away. She couldn’t help them. She couldn’t even help herself- that was patently fucking obvious at this point.

“Forgot how much slower time passes for you than it does for me,” Drew said. 

“What the hell’s that mean? The clock runs faster in the afterlife?” Lacy spat.

“Huh. Right. That is what you thought I am, isn’t it? Drew’s ghost?”

“No. You’re a mental illness,” she said, picking back up her speed. 

“No, Lacy. I’m not.”

“Then what the hell are you?!”

A ghoul broke into a building, and the screams of women shattered Lacy’s concentration. She slowed, looked, then went back to her chase. 

“See, the trouble with you is that it’s taken you this long to ask that question,” Drew said.

“You couldn’t have offered the information yourself?”

“No, that’s against the rules.”

“What fucking rules?!” Lacy screamed. 

Several ghouls and humans all turned from their spots to look at her. 

The ghouls, seven of them, all charged her at once. 

Lacy gritted her teeth as the monsters came for her. Monsters. All of them. Everyone. All monsters trying to trick her, use her, hurt her. All of them. Her parents. Isabella. Gwen. Danny. 

As her Star caught up to her from a dozen yards behind, heat gathered in her palms and swelled a raging pyre. She unleashed her fire, and the ghouls burned. 

For a moment, a rapturous sense of relief was all she felt. Her rage left her, satisfied, channeled for once into something useful. A pleasantly hollow feeling saturated her, like all the poison in her body had evaporated all at once. 

She’d used fire. 

SHE’D USED- “Holy shit I used fire!” she said, jumping up and down as she did so. 

And then more ghouls came upon her, running out from all directions, like the city’s white blood cells coming to purge an infection. 

Let them try. 

She breathed in, reached for Starlight, ignited it on the spark in her heart. She unleashed a swirling nova of red-orange flame that lapped up everyone who came near her. Beads of sweat pooled on her forehead and mid-back, trickling down and evaporating on her skin. She wiped her brow, and she smiled. 

More opponents came for her, and comets of pure flame shot from her hands and devoured her enemies. It was a purifying feeling. It was only a millisecond, but it was an intoxicating feeling, relief like none she’d ever known. 

A squad of ghouls armed with Entropy Staves came crawling from the burning wreckage towards her, but they were stopped by the thunderous arrival of a new squad of opponents. 

Zombies. A pack of zombies. 

What- who-

“Gwen,” Lacy said as she put it together. 

The zombies attacked the ghouls, and cleared a path forward. 

Gwen hadn’t betrayed her. Gwen wasn’t working for her family- she probably had no idea who Danny was. 

“Oh thank God,” Lacy said. 

A familiar heartbeat underscored the chaos. A trigger was squeezed, and a bullet careened through the air and grazed her right arm. “Gah!” she said, clutching the cut with her dominant hand. Another shot, this one cutting much closer against the same shoulder. A biting pain sunk into her flesh, and she jumped for cover behind an upturned car before the next shot was fired. 

“Danny,” she growled. 

“By the look of things, yes,” Drew said. 

“Not now, Drew.”

“But when?”

“After this. Assuming I live. I’ve got a lot of questions for you.”

“‘Bout damn time for that,” Drew said. “I’ve had all this exposition I’ve wanted to unload on you, and you just haven’t been interested.”

“Shut up a minute!” Lacy said. “I need to focus.”

Common sense screaming in opposition, she closed her eyes, and she listened. All around was death and chaos and destruction, fire, fires she’d set, fires she’d worked to put out. People screaming- they needed her help. 

She needed to help herself first.

Danny was near. The shot had come at a severe angle, the bullets diving into the ground after grazing her. He was up high. But where specifically? Across the street was a row of wooden buildings, all lined up next to each other. The highest was ten stories, and from atop that one was the sound of hurried, aggravated heartbeat. Between its manic undulations was the sound of a gun reloading. Danny had always had better aim than she had. 

“Any suggestions?” Lacy asked Drew. 

“Oh, so now you ask for my help?”

“Fine, be that way,” Lacy said. She held out her palm and reached with Starlight into a fire hydrant at the end of the street. She channeled her will into it, and the water pressurized and exploded out the hydrant, the metal components flying everywhere and the water itself shooting like a geyser. She wrapped her Starlight around it, and it swirled and shot like a snake in the direction of Danny’s building. It collided with the roof and bit a chunk off the wood. 

Danny yelped.

Lacy sprinted across the street before he could recover and kicked open the door to the building. It was a bodega, lined with snacks and cigarettes and sodas. From behind the counter a man appeared, wielding a shotgun. He was in his late forties, with short-cropped gray-blonde hair and once-youthful face that had settled gradually into middle age. His hands were shaking, and he was bleeding from his nose and his left arm. 

“You gonna shoot me?” Lacy said, stepping forward.. 

The man with the gun said nothing. 

“Well?” Lacy said. Forward. 

The man’s trembling worsened. 

“Well?!” She stood right in front of the barrel. 

The man passed out and began to fall to the floor. Lacy grabbed the gun from him before he hit the linoleum. 

“Great job, Lacy,” Drew said. “Just… Truly excellent work there.”

“I told you, we’ll talk when I’m not in mortal peril,” she said. 

“You’re always in mortal peril,” Drew said. “And you probably always will be.”

“Well isn’t that just dandy. I guess we’ll never talk then,” Lacy said, checking the man’s pulse. Still alive. 

“You don’t want that.”

“Do I?” Lacy said, tying her hair back. 

“No. You’re more curious than you let on. You want answers. That’s the kind of person you are. You like to listen.”

“That so?”

“Well except right now, apparently.”

“Damn right,” Lacy said, checking the cartridge on the rifle. Fully loaded. She cocked the gun and ran into the back and found the stairs. 

Ghouls ran down the stairs, jumping down the steps and coming upon her before she could fire her gun. One pinned her down, only the side of the barrel barring the rabid creature from sinking its teeth into her flesh. 

“He’s not an ‘it’, Lacy,” Drew said. “This is a person, somewhere deep in there.”

Lacy kept the ghoul back with a sinister-handed grip on the gun, and with her spare, her grazed shoulder throbbing, she reached for her knife and plunged it into the ghoul’s head. “Not anymore it’s not.” She fired off a shotgun round into the next ghoul. And then the next. And the next. And the next. When she was out of ammo, she swung the gun into the last ghoul’s skull, and hammered until it cracked like an eggshell. She stood over her kills, back hunched, breathing wild, eyes unblinking. She didn’t look at Drew, but could see him from her peripheral vision, a few steps up. “Neither is that one. Or that one. Or any of these. Now they’re just rotted meat.”

“Jesus Christ, Lacy,” Drew said. 

“I said NOT NOW!” Lacy bellowed. 

She ran up the stairs until she burst out the door to the roof. Danny had his gun on her as soon she opened the door. She drew her pistol, cocked the hammer and aimed just as quickly. Lacy faced her best friend as they stared each other down from behind loaded guns. A blue Star hung over her, and a red Star hung over him.

“So,” Danny said, “Have you got any quest-”

Lacy pulled the trigger. Danny did the same. 

Both empty. 

Lacy tossed her gun away, drew her knife. Danny did the same. They charged each other, swung with wild aplomb, blocking and dodging and deflecting, hacking and stabbing and slashing. Lacy’s blade sliced Danny’s shoulder, and Danny grazed Lacy’s existing wound, matching her verbatim. It was like he knew what she would do as she was doing it, and reacted perfectly in time. Lacy swept Danny’s leg, but he jumped back. Lacy backtracked herself, mirroring Danny. She raised her knife as Danny charged at her, and she tried to stay on the defensive, to work around his guard, to find a weak spot and exploit it. 

Bad idea. 

He had longer arms, longer legs, more muscle- she tried her best to dance around his strikes but found herself pushed to the edge of the roof. How the hell was he reacting this quickly? Where was all this energy coming from? Danny was hungover, out of shape, and underweight. He shouldn’t be able to match her this quickly.

Danny plunged his knife at her. Lacy ducked under it, and launched her blade at his chest. Danny rolled to his side and nearly stumbled over the edge of the roof, his knife slipping loose and falling to the street below. Lacy tripped over her feet in the process and lost her balance, her own knife falling free of her sweaty grip as she fell onto her hands and chest. 

The blade landed to her side.

Danny stampeded her. Lacy rolled out of the way, extending her hand over the ground and missing her knife by a narrow margin. Danny turned back towards her. 

Time to stop fucking around. 

Lacy raised her palm and unleashed her fire, a pyro-missile launching at him.

Danny raised his own hand, snapped his fingers. 

The fire died. 

Stars of red and blue circled the roof, just above the heads of their owners. 

“You’re a mage,” Lacy said, arms hanging limp, heartbeat a hydraulic press. 

“No shit, Sherlock,” Danny said, wiping the sweat from his ruddy red face. “That’s what the Star means. Have you ever heard of them bonding to a non-mage?”

“No. But there’s lots of things I don’t know. You care to explain yourself?” Lacy asked. 

“Oh, now you wanna listen? Just a second ago you were trying to kill me. You’d have never gotten answers if you’d done that. You just wanted bloody satisfaction.”

“So this is my fault?”

“I didn’t say that. You’re projecting, Lacy.”

“Okay, fine,” Lacy said, gathering her fingers into fists. “Then I’ll ask: why are you doing this?”

“Because it’s my Destiny.”

“What is?” Lacy demanded. “What’s your Destiny? To betray me? To get me killed?”

“Not everything is about you, Lacy.”

“Answer my fucking question!”

Danny gathered himself, and began circling Lacy from the same distance. “My Destiny is to help my family take over the world. To forge the greatest kingdom to ever exist, Camelot reborn.”

“Camelot reborn with ghouls.”

“Yes, exactly,” Danny said with a wide-eyed, manic grin. “I need to help my father build his kingdom.”

“You’re gonna help him take over the world? Are you fucking serious?”

“Is it any more insane than you taking over the world?” Danny asked, rolling his eyes. 

“Yes, because I’m quite em-fucking-phatically not going to do that!”

“And yet here we are.”

Lacy flared her nostrils as she exhaled. “Just tell me one thing: why did you keep this from me? How could you keep this from me?”

“You wanna know what’s been going on? Fine. My dad wants your Star,” Danny spat, completing a rotation around her and approaching the roof-access door. “He wants to kill you and eat your corpse to get it. But to do so, you needed to accept your Star and bond it. And you being you, that wasn’t gonna happen any time soon. So something had to change. Something had to spur you to action. I offered my parents a solution that wasn’t ‘kidnap you and torture you until you did what we said.’”

Lacy inhaled through her nose as the realization sank in. “My parents.”

“My idea,” Danny said, the self-satisfied grin on his face saying everything that needed to be said. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

A Star-flare of rage swelled inside Lacy, and the wind shot forward from in front of her and pinned Danny to the roof-access door. “You’re welcome? YOU’RE WELCOME?! Are you fucking insane?!”

Danny said, “I know it’s what you wanted. Deep down in the dark where you didn’t want to admit anything lived, it was something you’d fantasized about. And I gave you what you wanted in a way that you didn’t have to self-flagellate over. So yeah. You’re welcome.”

“How do you know that? How the fuck can you claim to know me so well?”

“My mom’s maiden name is Koenig. Does that sound familiar?” Danny said, very tired and very frustrated. 

“It’s one of the major Sovereignty houses.”

“Yeah, specializing in oneiromancy. Or at least that’s the idea- all I got was some basic emotion-reading. I can tell what you’re feeling, what everyone’s feeling. Always. It’s always there, on all sides, everyone else’s emotions trying to burn me away into nothing - why do you think I drink so much? It’s the only way I can shut it all out. But hey, it’s still more necromancy than I got from my old man, which is none at all.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel sorry for you?” Lacy said, fists balled and shaking.

“No. Just to give you some perspective,” Danny said. “I don’t have your power. I’ve never had any real choice in this- my family could kill me whenever they wanted. I have to do this, or I’m dead. And like I said, you’re welcome- say whatever else you want, I gave you a fighting chance in this.”

Lacy pinched the bridge of her nose and gestured wildly with her free hand. “Who’s fucking side are you on here, man? I don’t understand this!”

“I’m on my family’s side,” Danny said. “But you’re my family as much as they are. I wanted you to wake up. But I can’t say no to them.”

“Why not?” Lacy asked, letting go of her wind-grip. Danny slumped to the ground in a lumpy pile. “We can fight them! Fight them with me and with Gwen! Together we can-”

“Gwen,” Danny growled. He stood back up, his arms hanging limp now, his pulse like levees crumbling in a flood. “I’m not working with her- I refuse to work with her. She’s a monster, Lacy. You taking her side- that’s why I can’t fight my parents with you. I’ll never take her side.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Why not-”

“She killed the rest of our family!” Danny screamed. “We had five more brothers and sisters, and they all died by Gwen’s hand! All of them, screaming in terror and begging for mercy while their precious sister plucked the life from their bodies one by one! She wouldn’t have stopped there, either- I was too young to do anything, but my mom got me away in time. Away from her. Anyone who can do that- anyone who would… Gwen killed them because they took our parents’ side over hers. She doesn’t care about her family! She just wants to use them for her own ends, and if they become inconvenient she throws them away like trash. She used you to take care of Elaine, and now me, and then after that she’ll be rid of you just like us.”

Lacy stepped back. It wasn’t true- it couldn’t be true. There was no way- “Elaine… What are you talking about- what does Elaine-”

And Danny… Laughed. And laughed and laughed and laughed, like a sick man broken free of the hospital that wanted to euthanize him. “She still hasn’t told you, has she?”

“Told you what?”

“That Sovereignty thug you killed on your first hunt? That was Elaine Albrecht. Our sister. Gwen had been tracking her for years, hoping to finish her off. She aimed you like a gun and took out her last remaining sister. And then after that, you led her to me so she could finish the job. Become the last Albrecht standing.”

“That’s not true,” Lacy said, taking a step back. 

“It is. Elaine survived Gwen’s massacre the same as I did. Dad sent her away to one of his lieutenants for special training, ‘cause she was a necromancer. She was loyal to him. Probably she was glad to die for him, thought it was an honor or some bullshit. She was always a fuckin’ psycho.”

She’d killed- she’d killed her. She’d killed Gwen and Danny’s sister. Oh God, no- it had been an accident, but… But Gwen had recognized her. Gwen had known who Elaine was and kept it from Lacy. To what- spare her? Or to keep her further in the dark, dependent on Gwen for information and support? “It can’t be true. It can’t be. Gwen’s trying to save the world-”

“Yeah, our old man thinks he’s doing that too. Really, sincerely believes it. People who think that’s what they’re doing will use it to justify everything they do, no matter how personal, no matter petty, no matter how sick and twisted and evil.”

Lacy sneered. “You mean like what you’re doing. Right now.”

“Yes. Exactly like that.”

Her eyes narrowed. “... Repeat that.”

“Exactly like that,” he monotoned.

“So you’re… Aware that what you’re doing is wrong?” Lacy said, fists tightening again.

“Yeah.”

“So then why-”

“Because I have no choice! There’s never a choice with them, ‘cept the best of the bad options. So that’s what I picked.”

“How is this the best option? What the hell are you getting out of this besides your mom off your back?!”

“Peace and quiet. When this is over, my parents promised me I can have all the solitude I want. Which is exactly what you want, so don’t try to lie to me.”

Lacy gritted her teeth. “It was what I wanted.”

“‘Was.’ Gotcha. So what is it that you want now?”

Lacy gritted her teeth louder. 

“There it is. You haven’t thought…,” he waved his hands about, “Any of this through, have you? After you defeat my parents, what do you plan on doing? The Sovereignty doesn't begin and end with them- they have lieutenants, vassal families. And even if you defeat the sum total of Houses Albrecht and Koenig, there’s three more Houses to deal with. You really wanna spend the rest of your life fighting them for something you barely understand? For reasons you yourself can’t even articulate? Of course not- you’re just reacting, same as you always do. At least I’ve thought through what I’m doing, why I’m doing it. What the hell are you even doing any of this for?!”

Lacy stood there, body aching and mind falling apart, and finally she thought about it. Combed through the full implications of what she was doing, what it would lead to, of what this fight meant and what her winning, in the unlikely event that happened, would mean. She reached for her knife on the ground, held it in her hand.

The Stars reached for earth, the journey of their light slowed by the skin of ozone and pollution that wrapped around the planet. “I’m doing this for me,” Lacy said.

Danny sneered. “What the hell does that mean?”

Lacy’s Star wrapped around her orbit, and power swelled in her hand until lightning burst to life and channeled through her knife. “It means from now on living I’m on my own terms! It means I’m through running and I’m through hiding! It means anyone who wants to start something with me can come and get it! I’ll be gunning for them, all of them, and their broken bodies will be my goddamn calling card!”

“You’re gonna be fighting your entire life if you do this. You’re declaring war.”

“SOUNDS GOOD TO ME!” she said, thumping her chest with her spare hand. 

Danny breathed in through his nose, out through his mouth. And then he drew a spare knife from his pocket and threw it at her, the blade carving a path as it spun; he ran behind it, and she slowed him and the blade alike with a gale. She pivoted and jabbed with her lightning-blade, and Danny leapt out of the way. The blow buried in the floor, leaving a smoking crater behind in its wake. 

Danny palmed a ball of fire and swung a blow towards Lacy. She held up her own hands, conjured her own fire, and the two canceled each other out, causing a rush of pure kinetic energy to shove them both backwards. Danny tumbled and nearly fell off the roof, while Lacy slammed into the door. Pain and frustration and anger and sorrow saturated her body. Everything was agony, but adrenaline surged through her to keep her awake. 

She got up. 

And Danny did the same. 

Between the two of them, one remaining knife stood plunged into the cement.

He was bleeding out his mouth and nose, clutching one of his shoulders, but still he rose to his feet. “It doesn’t have to be like this.”

“Yeah it does,” Lacy said, charging him. “You made sure of that!”

He met her charge, both of them going for the knife. 

As their footsteps hit the floor, Lacy reached for the soundwaves of their patter and stretched them, wound them behind Danny. It sounded then like someone was behind him, someone was

There

There

There there there 

There

There 

There. 

He bought it. Flinched. Hesitated. Dumbass.

Lacy retrieved the knife and plunged it into Danny’s stomach. He lurched, spat blood. Lacy delivered another punch to his face, toppling him. She withdrew the knife as he fell, her rage boiling over as she pinned him to the ground and pressed the blade to his throat. 

“Tell me how to stop this,” she said. “TELL ME!”

Danny coughed and groaned. 

“For fuck’s sake- if you don’t tell me I swear I’ll-”

“Kill me?” Danny said. “Whatever. It won’t make any difference. Unless you’re trying to catch up to Gwen. If you get me and both my parents, you’ll be tied with her at four Albrecht’s apiece. I guess you can fight each other for the tiebreaker.”

“I’m not part of your gross fucking family, Danny,” Lacy hissed. 

And again Danny laughed, until it turned to a violent cough as more and more blood leaked out from his gut. How the hell was he even still conscious-

He spat, and the blood from his mouth got in her eyes. The sting overwhelmed her perception, and she wasn’t able to stop herself as she lost her grip on the knife. He rolled out from under her, groaning in pain as he did so, and when her vision cleared he delivered a blow to her face. Then another, and another, and another. 

She reached for gales, built walls, but he kept pushing through them, delivering blows even as she tried to block and to dodge. How the hell did he keep finding second winds- he’d been stabbed in the stomach!

Danny’s eyes burned with crimson light as he loomed over her, and he wound up a punch… Of course! That was it! He was an empath- his powers were mimicking her anger and adrenaline, keeping him going, probably helping to dull the pain he was in. Every time she got up, he was almost guaranteed to do the same. 

Means I have to end this NOW.

Lacy matched him, blue light filling her eyes, star-flame surging inside her and giving her strength even as it burned her.

She struck at his gut, he at her face. 

The two blows landed simultaneously, and the two old friends collapsed onto the roof. 

Pain occupied every nerve of Lacy’s body. Her eyes were swollen, her cheeks bruising, her heart and lungs worked to exhaustion, her muscles threatening to break apart in a pile of brittle remnants. Everything hurt.

“Well,” Drew said, standing above his two former students, “You’ve certainly done a fine job with this one, kids.”

Lacy grunted. 

And Danny said, “What… the fuck… Drew? How the hell are you here?”

Lacy blinked rapidly, trying to fight through her rising need to pass out. That didn’t make sense- how could Danny see Drew? Drew wasn’t here- he wasn’t real. 

Was he?

The door opened, and Drew vanished as Mrs. Woodrow walked through. Her heels were hammers on the concrete floor, and before Lacy could say anything, Mrs. Woodrow snapped her fingers and a shard of white light flickered towards Lacy.

Finally, Lacy lost the fight and fell into an unwelcome sleep. 

***

Hello, lovelies! Hope y'all are doing well :)

You can now the entirety of this story, plus three chapters ahead on "Love During Robot Fighting Time" and two chapters ahead on "Magical Girl Exorcist Squad", by becoming a paid subscriber on my Substack or my Patreon!

You can also support my work by making a one-time donation via Ko-Fi!

Track List: "March of the Pigs" by Nine Inch Nails

[doodlebloo]

Ignore the fact that this is nearly late. Compilation of some of my fave Tubbo Moments to celebrate Tubbo Day :)

Wilbur: Hey, guys. Tubbo: Oh, hi! How are you doing? Wilbur: I'm good, I'm good. I've just been cooking steak. Tubbo: I've been cooking this fucking village. --- Tubbo: There is a moth on my phone! Oh my god, I'm going to name you Mothra. Eret: Is your window open or something? Tubbo: No, he is on my phone, and it is cute. Aw, look at his little eyes, dude! Eret: I can't see him, Tubbo. Tubbo: He is wiggling his antennas. Aww... --- Tubbo: *playing piano* Ranboo: AAH Tubbo: *...resumes playing piano* --- Ranboo: Um, you'd have to do it through a site or something, you can't do it through Ebay, cause sometimes- Tubbo: Danny! Ranboo: Wait, did you just get scared by Danny DeVito? --- Tommy: No, no, no- Tubbo: The age old classics rot away in the archives! Tommy: Ha, what the fuck? Tubbo: The age old classics, they're rotting away in the archives- Tommy: What the hell- The cobble went straight to his brain- Tubbo: -only to be looked at through the eyes of Roman men! The Roman men! --- Tommy: No, just mine, Tubbo, mine! Be quie- here, Tubbo, take some of this. Take- what the hell? He has his own drugs. Tubbo: THE ART IS IN THE ARCHIVES- Tommy: No, okay- This is a very unusual- Tubbo: DOWN WE GO TO THE ARCHIVES! Tommy: Let's block him up. He's fine, he's fine. --- Tubbo: 5up. 5up: Hello, Tubbo. Tubbo: 5up, follow me. 5up: Okay. (Overlapping) Tubbo: Follow, follow, follow 5up: Okay, okay, okay Tubbo: Look at this, look at this, look at this. 5up: Insane. Tubbo: It was awesome, wasn't it? 5up: It was amazing. Tubbo: Thank you! 5up: I- I figured that was gonna happen. --- Tubbo: Oh, this is awful. Tommy: Okay, you- you stay in there for a little bit. I'm going to go get some gunpowder. You'll be good. Tubbo, count. Tubbo: One, Two- Tommy: In your head. Tubbo: Three- Tommy: And backwards. Backwards, minus numbers. Tubbo: ...Minus one, Tommy: No, in your head. Tubbo: Minus two, Tommy: No, in your head! Tommy: Look at that. That's how you contain him. Tommy: Thank you for the prime, okay, do we have gunpowder...? Okay, so I need gunpowder and... Not- No, I better not- oh! And paper. Paper, paper, paper. Why do I have nothing? Oh, free things. Tommy: ...Tubbo. Tubbo: ...Minus sixty-three- Tommy: Okay- --- Tommy: Let me out, let me out, let me out- Tubbo: Hello, guy! Wilbur: Tubbo, Tubbo leave him. Tubbo, just show Techno and then leave. Tubbo: Wait, wait, wait, I have an idea! Tubbo: Now he can't breathe. --- Tommy: Among Us, Among Us, guys, Among Us. Tubbo: Among Us? Ranboo: Among Us, let's go! Tubbo: Did you say Among Us? Tubbo: Did you say Among Us!? Ranboo: No, he didn't he didn't he didn't, he did not- (Overlapping) Tubbo: DID YOU SAY AMONG US? Ranboo: NO! --- Tubbo: So I say, let's kill two birds with one stone! Get rid of the stones in the peaches, and break all your bones, are you with me, my friend? Fundy: ...What? --- Tommy: Tubbo, swear at him, that would be awesome. Tubbo: Oh, but that wasn't even a swear. Sapnap: He said "fucking swear at him". Tommy: I did say "fucking". Tubbo: Oh, oh, oh. Tommy: Tubbo, just give him a swear, give him a swear. Tubbo: No. Bad: No, Tubbo is a good potato. Dream: Oh, come on. Tubbo: Okay, fuck you. Tommy: Yeah, bitch. --- *Never Gonna Give You Up playing* Ranboo: Hahaha, I could hear the slap. --- Tubbo: Ah! Tubbo: I'm a creeper, Minecraft's grim reaper, blowing up blocks like Al Qaeda... I'm not a creature that'll eat ya but I'll leave you petrified- FUCK! It blew up. --- Tubbo: -to sit here. Tommy: No, no, can you... Can you please stop- Tubbo: *strums ukulele* Fuck you! Tommy: What the hell!? Tubbo: *strums ukulele* Fuck you. Tommy: Whoa, what the hell? Whoa, whoa, whoa- --- Quackity: Cheeseburger. Tubbo: Cheese Burgor. --- Tubbo: Wait, what the fuck, why's my fridge unplugged? Phil: Uh oh. Tubbo: Ahh, panic! Phil: All your stuff has gone off. And gross. Tubbo: Fridge, come back! Phil: I don't think it's running away from- Tubbo: What happened!? Phil: Oh... Ranboo: And they say that Tubbo can't act. Tubbo: OH, GOD! Ranboo: Wait, nevermind, he's not acting, he- Tubbo: OH, GOD! Ranboo: He's- he's being serious. Tubbo: THE SAUSAGE ROLLS ARE... ROOM TEMPERATURE! NO! --- Tubbo: Okay, George, do you have anything else to add, or can the opposition speak? George: Uh... I'll allow him to speak. Tubbo: Well, I mean, you don't allow shit, bitch. Okay-

[fruggo]

Hi hi can I req Danny, Leon and Steve with a male s/o who's a real goofy guy? Cracks jokes during chases, just can't take things too seriously, laid back and chill guy who prioritizes having fun

absolutely, thanks for requesting!! :D this is cute haha. i hope you like it!

danny, leon, and steve with goofy m!s/o

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

danny would consider himself a pretty fun guy, though perhaps his idea of fun would not be the same as a normal person's. so i wouldn't take his word for it if i were you.

honestly? he thinks you're the shit. he genuinely likes your bad dad jokes great puns, will banter back and forth with you, and he might even give you the hatch instead of a mori. although he would love to have your picture, it can wait until the next trial. or the next if he still doesn't feel like it. who knows?

he likes that you're not too serious about everything. since danny is the entity's golden boy, he never has to worry about anything! he likes it here! and it's cool that someone else has a similar mindset about things. although he might have misunderstood "making the best of the situation and just being a goofy person" for "liking it here". you never really clarified which one it was, and why should he ask?

when danny finds out that you act basically the same way with all the killers, cracking jokes and laughing things off in chases, he gets all pouty. he thought he was special. well, looks like you're getting that mori now.

he still likes you though, and he gives you even more special attention now in the form of tunneling and camping! he means well <3 (no he doesn't he is a little bitch and a loser)

but then he hears stories from the other killers about you, and is pleased to find that you are significantly more fun with him, and, dare i say, flirty!

but he still wants to tunnel and camp you.

when you realize what he's doing, you don't get mad about it. what's the point? in fact you think it's really funny.

the first time danny proximity-camped you, you found it rewarding to just talk and talk and talk until he finally talked back. it took a while, but he did finally respond.

you would just say dumb shit, and then you would say more dumb shit, and then it got annoying and danny had to tell you to shut up. and then you would just dramatically whisper something like "okay, pissbaby."

and danny thought maybe he should be angry with you, but he just wasn't. he couldn't be mad at you, because even if he was, you wouldn't care. you weren't scared of him.

so when he finally left and you got unhooked, he tunneled you obviously. it makes sense, okay?

"wow, am i that handsome and gorgeous and attractive?" you monologued while smashing a pallet onto danny's head. "i'm really just so irresistible that you want to tunnel me? honestly, danny, i'm flattered. i'm touched."

danny couldn't remember since when you were on a first name basis, but he let it slide. just because maybe he thinks you are that handsome and gorgeous and attractive.

dude danny is kinda fucked up but like. he's funny. and charming. and he also let you take off his mask once, and so now you know he's also hot. he has a few things going for him as long as you ignore the part where he chases you with a knife.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

leon, our favorite rookie :D he's so cute!!! sorry im gushing i just cant resist i love him !!

and you love him too, so much. that's why you accidentally distract him during trials by goofing off and almost getting him killed

it's out of love. leon knows that. you don't really mean to.

while leon's doing a generator, you are probably somewhere nearby trying to find something even remotely interesting to do. and that might involve climbing a tree, then falling out of the tree. but it wasnt your fault! you swore the crows were attacking you, they didn't want you up in that tree because they knew you were just so cool up there and the Entity couldn't have somebody being better and hotter and funnier than itself so high in the sky.

leon could only smile and shake his head, inspecting you for the wounds you inevitably had. when you said you were fine, he was very skeptical, because your version of fine was never the same as his.

the killer knew where you were now because of your very loud "FUCK!" as the crows supposedly attacked you and forced you out of the tree, so you immediately put on your game face and got ready to command some attention.

leon said no, you were not in the right headspace to get chased. you only shrugged at him, slapped his ass, and ran towards the killer yelling, "HEY YOU WANNA HEAR AN AGGIE JOKE?"

leon was used to this by now, and he found it rather endearing. you were an enigma to him, really. how you could be so laid back about this whole murder-die-sacrifice thing was beyond him, but it was refreshing. he liked your enthusiasm.

since he had just come from raccoon city, he was still in his "i have to do the right thing and save everybody because it's my duty" kind of mood. you made sure to lighten up that burden and remind him that it's okay to chill sometimes, and he can't save everybody, especially not here. if you were in a particularly bad trial, you always made sure to get him to crack a smile.

likewise, leon wasn't always too jazzed about your "funny guy gets killed so the team can live" complex. he knew you didn't care, or at least you said you didn't, but he still hated that you constantly sacrificed yourself and acted like it was no big deal. to him, it was. he hated going back to the campfire alone and waiting forever for you to show up again; he cared about you and it hurt to see you sacrifice yourself so much even if he knew you would return.

leon didn't have a stick up his ass or anything--he had his fair share of humorous moments (i mean have you seen infinite darkness ashdjshdf that man just wants love and food). he just wants to save everybody, you included. it's frustrating to come to terms with the fact that he can't.

he loves it when he can hear you yelling at the killer mid-chase from afar, be it a pun or a swear or both. you've even influenced him to crack his own jokes while being chased sometimes--it comes out more often if he's being tunneled. if you ever happened to see him do it, you would wipe a fake tear from your face and start clapping. you were very proud of your rookie.

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

the killers hated you and steve, and i mean like despised you

you were so chill. and for what???? why do you have chill???? nobody else has chill, what makes you think you deserve to have chill????

they could never make you angry and that made them super angry

you and steve would quip back and forth between chases, sometimes going so far as to pretend the killer is not there and talk about something like what kind of cheese you missed eating the most. let me tell you, that did not make the trickster happy.

he was a star!! a star, and here you two little shits were, ignoring him to talk about cheese. honestly, the audacity.

you and steve ran to the killer shack with the trickster on your heels, still talking about cheese. how the conversation had gone on this long was a mystery, and it continued to be a mystery while the two of you shared a chase in the shack.

steve was very happy to have found someone to share his sentiments with. everybody was so serious all the time, and while he was similar to leon with his altruistic streaks, he was slightly less responsible and occasionally enjoyed doing dumb stunts just for shits and giggles.

you can bet that whenever you are in a trial together, it's a competition to see who can hold the killer's attention longer. your teammates don't mind--all they have to do is complete gens, so their job is fairly easy. and it's always entertaining to catch sight of one of you sprinting with a new flashlight in your hand to go annoy the crap out of the killer.

there's no question that steve would die for you a hundred times over, and you would do the same for him. you didn't see it as a very big deal--you didn't see anything here as a very big deal. steve was the only important thing you had, really, and you cared for him a lot. saving him? kapeesh. no sweat.

scenario: steve is being chased, you throw yourself in front of him, the killer has noed, you are hooked, you give him a thumbs up as you die, he flips you off because why the fuck would you die for him what is wrong with you he's supposed to die for you and you know that?? why would you do that???? great, now steve gets to escape and it's all your fault.

you would simply smile. he was so cute sometimes.

[bastillewolf]

Hello idk if the requests are still going but if not then its okay ignore this and if they are please don't over work yourself and you don't need to do my request if you don't want to just stay healthy and eat well and drink lots of water we all live your work (and are simps for corpse-)

The ask : could I ask for a corpse husband x reader where they used to get shipped together before they even meet each other and when they meet each other corpse goes soft for reader and they play two rounds In among us together where they are imposters together and corpse is an imposter alone in the other round

Reader info : reader has a very soft voice and is a softie and the pronounce is she/her or they/them ( as you wish)

Again you don't gotta do it if you don't want to

Thanks so much for the ask, An. I was feeling like shit and this was a lot of fun to write. I’m sorry though, I completely read over the part where the reader was supposed to have a soft voice. I’ll see if I can make another one with this specification sometime. Also, I wrote this rather quickly because I’m watching Twilight for the first time and now my feelings are hurt.

#CorpseBride - Oneshot

Pairings: Corpse / Reader

Twitter wasn’t really your forte, but you knew how to get around. It’s just that you never really had the time to check it, let alone to see what’s on the trending page every single day. At the very least, you were capable of replying to your friends’ stuff and letting your viewers know when you were streaming or when a new video would be up. Again, you weren’t a pro, but you got by.

Until you didn’t.

“Hey, everyone,” you greeted, and immediately went to change your Among Us figure to its usual colour and outfit before someone else took it.

Everyone welcomed you, while it seemed Toast was still busy trying to get a last person to join.

“Whaddup, baby,” Corpse’s shot out from the rest of them. It was pure teasing, something he’d grown quite comfortable with ever since people had blatantly started simping for his voice. “Nothing much, honey. How’ve you been?” You cheekily replied. “Pretty good. Streaming still makes me nervous, though.” “You greeted me with ‘Whaddup, baby’ and then proceed to tell me you’re nervous? Don’t get upset when I say that I don’t believe you.” He chuckled at that.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

“Ha!” you called out, “I doubt this will soothe your nerves, Corpse. You’re teamed up with me now.” You sneaked in a glance at chat. “We are not an old married couple! If anything, he can be my bitch for this round. I’m just not gonna murder anyone.”

And that’s basically how it went. He managed to kill three people and still wasn’t being sussed. “Alright, I think I’ve tortured him enough,” you laughed, “I’ll even spare Sykkuno for the man.”

You managed to corner Toast and killed him in a corner where the water wheels were, before heading out into admin. You vented until you found Corpse in Labs and jumped out. It was right when Sykkuno walked in.

“Oh, god no. Please, Sykkuno.”

Your kill count still wasn’t down yet and he was obviously planning to run straight out the door to hit the emergency button, but he was stopped. Corpse had murdered him in an instant.

Your mouth was hanging open. “Did… Did he just kill Sykkuno for me?” Chat was going absolutely wild. “What the fuck just happened?” You decided to report the body anyway.

“I can’t fucking believe it,” Corpse growled, “Not my best friend, Sykkuno.”

You had to mute yourself to keep the laughter at bay. Corpse evidently vouched for you, saying you’d walked in on the body together. Felix was sussed and voted out.

“Corpse, you killed me!” Sykkuno cried out.

“I’m so sorry, Sykkuno! I wanted to spare you but you walked in at the wrong time!” You pleaded.

“Sacrifices had to be made,” Corpse merely responded.

“Wait, what happened?” Sean asked.

“I walked in on one of them venting and then Corpse killed me!”

“Collateral damage. You watched me get killed one time, too.”

“Blame me, Sykkuno. It was my fault,” but you were laughing as you said it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard such regret coming from an imposter,” Sean laughed along, “Also, why the fuck were you two being so slow? Three meetings in and you’d only killed three people.”

“Corpse was simping for me,” you replied.

“I was not.”

“Yes, you were. Otherwise you would’ve asked me what the hell I’d been doing that entire time.”

“Fuck off,” he laughed.

“Corpse is an UWU-boy!”

“Oh my god, you guys are already trending.”

“Wait, what?”

Your phone was being blasted off to space, getting tons of messages with the hashtag #CorpseBride. It was number 1 trending on Twitter.

“So… whaddup, baby?”

“Oh no, you better buy me a drink first.”

“Sure.”

 You hadn’t thought he’d been serious in that moment, until he’d asked you to meet up after the game had ended. You hesitantly agreed, but reminded him that he absolutely did not have to participate in this just for the meme. “I’m not doing this for the meme,” he’d said, “I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while, I just never knew how. It seemed like the perfect timing.”

You met him at his apartment, knowing how he was about going out in public, and feeling extremely nervous. You’d brought takeout, and because you hadn’t been sure what he wanted you’d ordered way too much. Upon opening the door, he looked at you, down at the bag, and said, “Shit, you got food?” Not really knowing what else to say, you simply replied, “Uh, yeah.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have lots of leftovers, then.”

He smiled, gave you a hug that ended way too fast and left you paralyzed for a minute, and then invited you in. It turned out he’d already ordered food, too. “Plenty to choose from,” he laughed awkwardly. “Uh… You got any neighbours who might want some?�� you asked.

“I-I don’t really talk to anyone outside of my friend group.”

“Oh, of course. I could go around, if you’d like.”

“You’d do that for me?”

You furrowed your brows. “Of course I would. Why not?”

“Alright, but let me at least come with you. You just do the talking.”

Three knocks at three different doors later, and someone accepted the offer and took over some of the food. “Hang on a minute,” the elderly man said, clad in only his pyjamas and a bathrobe, managing to make the situation even more uncomfortable, “Aren’t you my neighbour? You always scurry off before I get the chance to talk to you!”

You looked at Corpse, and he back at you, and you turned back to the elderly man. “He, uh… He’s very people shy. He has anxiety. I’m trying to help him cope. Also, his vocal chords are damaged.” Nothing you’d said so far had been a lie, technically, but the man still remained sceptical. “Then why didn’t you just leave a note or something?”

“Uh…” you jumped at the small voice appearing from behind you. It’s just that his ‘small voice’ is still nothing close to small. “I know, I’m terribly sorry, sir. I also just wanted to let you know that if you ever need anything, I’m just a few doors away.”

This seemed to please the man enough.

“I can’t believe you made me do that.”

“I made you?!” You gasped, “I didn’t make you do anything, you filthy liar! You’re just as bad in real life as in Among Us, when you’re the impostor and I’m the innocent crewmate.”

“No comment.”

“I didn’t even ask you a question.”

“No comment.”

“Deadass?”

“Deadass.”

You both laughed. Corpse hesitated for just a moment, but decided to ask anyway, “Were you nervous when I opened the door?”

You chuckled awkwardly, admitting, “Yeah, I was. I always get anxious meeting people. Well, we’d met before, of course. But just, you know, in real life.”

“I get it.”

You stood there in silence for a moment, until you noticed the rest of the takeout in your hands was getting cold. “Come on, wife,” he joked, linking his pinkie finger with yours, “Let me get you that drink.”

If he hadn’t dragged you along then and there, you could’ve sworn your knees would’ve given out.

TAG LIST CLOSED

@annshit @simonsbluee @majolittlemixgurl18 @redosmo @mythicalreader @gracehaileym @leikarinn @its-bootz @ollwinchester @thehatredofshiprrick @curlyhairedbrock @thatbandchick39 @reddeserths @mitseuul @potenzel @tanchosanke @tooturntashbash @stephn-prkr @missingpuzzlepiece @dreaalol @goldiefox1 @imrisaluk @chimchimsugakookies @helena-way07 @danny-devitowo @iknowyouthinkimbulletproof @richkookie @cherry-piee @artist-bby @bluewneptune @bratttyaphrodite @eccedxntesiaast @faithneko @thebootythrasher @bethpiercwhy @theeerealpunkin @heartbroken-writer @chisaikuki @realnicoleworld @candystoregirl @derpygiraffe43110 @rintomoj @phantomamethyst @helloitsmeamie203 @falcon-arrows @nvthvlyy @ellomellows @loraleiix @ladolcedea @lunaruss @princess00wifi @pennnyroyalty @cultofandom @easygoingtheatre @crpseclt @thatonefangirlbornonfriday @myherotrashbin @hufflepuff-always-and-forever @martinimom @gummybear123 @sparklingblacktea @lovelynervouskingdom @kingsuals @weeblyheaux @flightsandfantasy @chanelle-jackson @actual-spawn-of-satan @dixielumsden  @consumegods @mirandabarry @ikearandl @narwhalsaremagicalbroski @armycandy10 @chillininahottub-withaghost @mitchiesdungeon @yeolliedokai @alyofmusic @qatiee @dzzizzi @johnjacobjingleheimerschmidt @leilanixx @thefuckthesaurus @hughugh20 @thanossexual @moneybagmara @squintyangel @motheroffae @arossebyanyothername @vacaprincess @jinxedanxrchist @peterparkerspjsuit @chrysanthykios @wildflowerwhore @punkrainbows  @justalilsimpsometimes @bunniwritesx @sunnsettee @justxanotherxshipper @alilshit @dekahg @laugh-like-the-moon @sadness-babee @corpsie-bby @corpsesgirl @dead-boys-stuff @roses-and-grasses @sakusawife @byunniebaekhyunnie @lazy-little-me @phantomamethyst @letsloveimagines @polahorvat @sokkas-paintings @possiblyanxioushuman @a-dot-dev @aniyahsucks @choicesstan1 @error-loading-sorry @bi-andready-tocry @agustdpeach @punkrainbows @xibrokensunriseix @genjicats @forest-rav3n @devilishducky97 @namjoons-crabssss

People I wasn’t able to tag (please check your settings lovelies):

@holosexualunicorn7000 @theroyalsaikou @timotheessoleil @devilish-ducky @000-22-000 @matcha-chaii @corbins-kinda-smart @milybones @theinbookss @mintchip17 @arghm8ty @alyss01 @ry-winter @sbfandom @anacrcarvalho @petitebitvh @corbins-kinda-smart @marmeladebreadwithhoney @solielfhuz6942 @xsarcasm101x @siriuslystupid @bakugonua @n0t-a-simp @emmapotato88 @notmewrongb1tch @c00ln3rdz  @rolls-and-rolex

[allthefilmsiveseenforfree]

Dear Evan Hansen

You may have seen some ~online discourse~ about the film Dear Evan Hansen, an adaptation of the 2016 Broadway musical, and you might have wondered what all the hubbub is about. I mean, it’s a feel good story about a senior in high school, Evan Hansen (Ben Platt), who has some pretty severe anxiety and depression. While trying to fulfill an assignment from his therapist to write a letter to himself, his letter gets picked up by another student, Connor (Colton Ryan) - and later that day, Connor kills himself. Connor’s grieving parents and sister Zoe (Amy Adams, Danny Pino, and Kaitlyn Dever) are desperate to learn more from the boy they think was Connor’s best friend - after all, Connor’s suicide note was a letter addressed to “Dear Evan Hansen.” And, as you can imagine, Evan tells them about the unfortunate mistake and sits with them in their grief as they struggle to pick up the pieces of their lives. 

Just kidding! He lies to them, repeatedly, elaborately, expansively for months, constructing an entire false friendship with Connor that never happened, and ingratiating himself into the wealthy nuclear family he never had, in large part because he wants to get into Zoe’s pants! THIS IS THE PROTAGONIST OF THE STORY. Oh, and it’s a musical so there is a lot of singing and crying and singing WHILE crying and sometimes crying and not singing at all. But the #inspiration, you guys. 

Things I liked:

Pretty much everything but the story and Ben Platt’s performance. The supporting cast is stacked, and all of them do a great job at elevating material scraped directly out of a diaper worn by someone who just chewed their way through a copy of the DSM-5. 

A couple of the songs are damn catchy - “Waving Through a Window” and “You Will Be Found” are standouts for a reason - and here’s the thing, Platt sings them well. But as you’ll discover, there’s a lot more to a movie musical than just singing your part. 

Stephen Chbosky, the man behind every deep thought I and a lot of people in my generation had in 2006 after he wrote The Perks of Being a Wallflower, is a pretty good director. I particularly enjoyed the fanvid-type cuts in “Waving Through a Window” in conjunction with the lyrics, and his use of interstitial shots to flashbacks (and sometimes flashforwards!) is a neat little bit of shorthand that I thought was used sparingly enough to be effective. 

Amy Fucking Adams. She’s holding on so hard, so desperately to the idea of who her son could have been, rather than the reality of who he was, and she is full of such deep pain that is masked by an almost endless supply of patience with Evan and relentless positivity. All this made me want was Enchanted 2 even worse than I already did. 

Super into everything Zoe wears - the costuming department did a great job, and now all I want to do is live in mom jeans and baggy sweaters.

Did I Cry? I teared up a couple of times because I’m not a completely heartless bastard and when Amy Adams offered Evan Connor’s college money, my heart broke for the lie Evan had thrust upon her, and Julianne Moore’s song got me good, because she’s just a single mom to Evan who is doing her goddamn best. 

Things I hated more than the time I dropped a frozen gallon container of fruit cocktail on my pinkie toe in my parents’ garage and it turned black and I thought it was gonna fall off:

Ben Platt is 28 years old. He originated the role of Evan Hansen on Broadway, so in many respects it makes sense that he plays the role in the movie, except for the one kinda sorta important thing where he looks like a wizened old crone standing amongst a sea of children doing his best twitching, cringing Hunchback of Notre Dame impression. If you want someone to convincingly play 20 years their junior, hire Paul Rudd. Otherwise, please don’t ask me to believe that this supposed 18-year-old has crow’s feet. 

And that twitching nervous energy is a huge part of the black hole at the center of this film - he’s playing to the cheap seats and walking through the halls of his high school like a wet chihuahua. It’s an excruciating acting choice to watch - he doesn’t just have anxiety, he is on the verge of a nervous breakdown seemingly every second of every day. Like honestly, where is only-mentioned-never-seen Dr. Sherman, because this young man’s meds are NOT WORKING DR. SHERMAN. 

There’s such a lack of self-awareness on behalf of the writing, directing, and performance by Platt. There’s one song, “Sincerely, Me,” that offers the only glimpse of commentary about what Evan is doing, by pointing out the malicious ridiculousness of him writing a series of fake emails as proof of his and Connor’s friendship. 

Also what high schoolers email this much?? I know this was written in probably 2014 or so, but has a bitch never heard of a text? Even a DM? This whole plot is constructed around the premise that high schoolers are just constantly, constantly emailing each other. 

Everything - and I mean EV-ER-Y-THING - about Evan’s relationship with Zoe is so creepy and disturbing that with a soundtrack change, this could easily be a horror movie. He attempts to get her to like him by describing to her all the things her brother noticed about her - oh wait, I’m sorry, all the things HE noticed about her while he was skulking in the shadows following her around for years, watching every move she made, and it ends with him singing repeatedly “I LOVE YOU” because following a girl around and never having a conversation with her or knowing her at all is love, right? This was clearly written by the same people who chose “Every Breath You Take” as their wedding song because Sting is hot and they never actually listened to the damn words. 

And it gets about 10 billion times worse when Zoe goes to Evan’s house alone, takes him up to his room, and sings “I don’t need reasons to want you” and that was the moment I was that person I hate in a movie theater and I pulled out my phone to Google who wrote the music and lyrics to the musical (we were in the back row of the theater no one was behind me THIS WAS AN OUTRAGE EMERGENCY) and of motherfucking course it was written by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul, 2 men who heard about meeting an actual human woman from a friend one time but otherwise are unfamiliar with the concept. 

Lastly, enormous serial killer vibes from Evan sending unlabeled flash drives anonymously through the mail with no note in an attempt to right his wrongs. That’s not catharsis, that’s how the next installment in the Saw franchise starts, with Evan in a Billy the clown doll mask showing up on the screen and asking if you want to play a fucking game. 

Also, I know it’s not possible for the narrative to justify this in a way that could be satisfying based on Evan’s actions, but what is with this thing where single working-class mom Julianne Moore is turning down rich people’s money for Evan to go to college? Like, obviously we can’t have that happen in the movie but in real life, fuck your pride! Take those rich people’s money!

I also know how movies work but nothing annoys me more than a giant group of high schoolers all getting beeps and boops to indicate text notifications all at the same time because I don’t know a single person under the age of 55 who keeps their ringer on. That shit is on vibrate AT MOST, and I feel like that’s a millennial thing. 

The emotional climax of the film is obviously Evan’s WAY TOO LATE confession, but the idea that it’s prompted by Connor’s family suddenly getting a lot of internet hate is, frankly, laughable. If Sandy Hook taught me one thing, it is that no tragedy is immune from trolls who live only to cause other people devastating emotional pain on the internet. That shit starts day 1. Apparently no one involved in this production has ever been on Twitter?

Also it feels like there should have been a dog somewhere in this movie and there was no dog, so points off for that too. 

Perhaps Dear Evan Hansen isn’t nearly as deep as it aspires to be. Perhaps it’s a morality play, a simplistic message of “Don’t lie, kids, lying is bad!” Major studio movies wrap themselves up with a nice bow at the end so everyone can feel good about themselves and leave with a happy ending, but the moronic cruelty on display here makes that feat feel impossible. We’re left with Evan in an orchard, reading Connor’s favorite books and staring into the big blue sky with all the self-actualization he’s earned now as a lil treat. And if Evan Hansen looked like an actual 18-year-old, it would be a lot easier to extend more empathy to him and his not-fully-developed prefrontal cortex, but it’s a little harder with this fully-grown, weathered man who was old enough to remember seeing Liar Liar in theaters. 

Dear Evan Hansen, 

Get some actual help and a haircut and maybe you can grow up enough to have an actual healthy interaction with any other living person, ever.

Sincerely, 

Me

If you liked this review, please consider reblogging or subscribing to my Patreon! For as low as $1, you can access bonus content and movie reviews, or even request that I review any movie of your choice.

[hawaii5-0gurl]

Find Her

Characters: Steve X Reader, Danny, Kono, Chin, Lou, Grace, Wo Fat

Word Count: 5409

Warnings: Language, Angst, Character Death? Torture (mildish), Fluff ending

A/N: Request from @coffeewithoutcaffine. I hope you like it.

I loved getting requests if you have one, send it in.

“Can I request Steve X Reader, where she’s on the team and gets kidnapped by Wo Fat and tortured and its pure angst with a happy ending?”

A/N#2: Feedback is always appreciated. Good or Bad. Also I would like to say I’m sorry for part of this. I may have hurt my own heart.

Tumblr Masterlist

“Y/n are you ready to go?” Steve asked as he came into your bedroom.

“Go ahead without me. I have a few things I need to get done before I head into the office.” You looked you from tying your boots. “Should only take an hour max.”

“You sure? I can help.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Go before you’re late.”

“Ok.” Before leaving he came into the room, gave you a quick kiss and left for work.

You started locking everything up to leave when you get this uneasy feeling in your stomach. You pull your gun out of its holster an keep it at your side as you continue to lock up. Nobody was in the house, but the feeling was still there. After holstering you weapon, you lock the front door and make your way to your truck. Being sure to hold your self-defense rod in-between your fingers.

You walked down the sidewalk to the driveway, and around you truck to the driver side. You went to open the door when you heard footsteps rushing up behind you. You immediately swing your hand behind you. It collided with a person’s side. You whipped around to see a man holding his side. You started fighting, kicking and punching but he was able to block almost every single one of them. He pulled out what looked like a police baton and started swinging. You were able to grab the baton, but he quickly pushed you back against your truck to hold you in place.

“Not so tough now Y/n.” he got cocky as you tried to push him off.

“You sure about that?” leaving a confused look in his face. You used as much force as you could and kneed him in the groin. He fell to the ground, grabbing himself.

You leaned over him. “Dumb-Ass.”

You went to cuff him but before you could you felt a sting on the side of your neck.

“Ouch!” You grabbed where the pain was and looked to the side only to see Wo Fat with a syringe in his hand. Then everything went dark.

- At 5-O HQ hours later-

“This is Y/n, leave a message and I will get back to you soon.” Steve was calling you again to see where you were.

“Has anyone heard from Y/n yet?” Steve started asking the team when you hadn’t showed up.

“No” Kono and Chin said simultaneously.

“I haven’t either,” Danny said. “Did she say when she would be in?”

“She told me that she had a few things to do before work, but it wouldn’t take more than an hour.”

“Maybe they are just taking longer than she thought.”

“I’m sure that’s it. Y/n gets sidetracked sometimes.” Chin said trying to explain why you’re not here.

“Well yeah, but I have called her a few times already and she’s not picking up.”

“Here let’s try this. She has one of those squares to locate her keys, right?” Kono questioned Steve.

“Yeah, I bought a few after she kept losing her keys. I have one on mine too.”

“Let me see yours.” Steve handed over his keys. Kono placed them on the table and started typing to see if she could track down Y/n’s squares.

“Here we go.” She slid the table screen to the big screen. “There’s your keys here at HQ and there are 2 here, which is…  At your house? Y/n’s at home?”

“Why wouldn’t she answer your calls if she was home this whole time?” Chin asked.

“Alright, Danny and I will swing by there and see what’s going on.”

Steve pulled up, out front of his house. Your truck was still in the driveway. Steve went to the front door, while Danny went over to your truck. Steve was about to unlock the door when Danny called out to him.

“Steve, we have a problem.” Danny called out, causing Steve to look over at him. He was holding up your keys and phone.

Seeing him holding your keys and phone caused him to get a sinking feeling in his stomach.

-Abandoned Warehouse-

You were finally waking up. You were still groggy from whatever Wo Fat injected you with. You tried to move your arms and legs but quickly realized that you were tied to a chair. You looked up to see WoFat’s leaning up against a table.

“Look who finally decided to join me.”

“What do you want?” already annoyed with this.

“What? No hello. Straight to business.” He got up and started moving towards you. “Alright, I want to know where Shelburne is.” Coming to a stop right in front of you.

“Who?” You have no idea who that was.

“Shelburne.”

“I have no clue who you are talking about. Who the hell is Shelburne?”

“The person who killed my father! Don’t act dumb, where are they?!?” He was getting mad, he leaned down grabbing your wrists and part of the chair.

“I DON’T KNOW!”

WoFat’s obviously didn’t believe you. Next thing you know, you’re being slapped across the face.

“I know Steve knows. He would have told you about them. So where are they.” He was starring you down. “It only gets worse from here on out Y/n.”

“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW!”

“Fine. We will do this a different way.” He pulled your gun off the table. He pointed it dead center of your forehead. When you didn’t flinch, he moved it off to the side and shot off a round. Again, you didn’t flinch. You just looked more annoyed than before.

“You realize I have to write a report on every bullet fired from my service weapon.”

“I just pointed a gun at your head, and you’re worried about paperwork? You do realize I can just shoot you.”

“I’m not afraid to die. I know what I was getting myself into when I became a cop. Hey if you shoot me, I don’t have to do any paperwork. Just so you know if you do shoot me. 5-0 will be on your ass like white on rice.” At this point you were leaning forward to get as close to his face as you possible could.

“wow, you are a special kind of stupid. Aren’t you?” He raised your gun just enough to shoot you in the leg.

“UGH! Son of a Bitch!”

-McGarrett Residence-

Steve had called the team. They showed up a few minutes later.

“The house is secure, but I found boot prints on the side of the house.” Chin came up to the rest of the group.

“I found a couple of cigarettes over by those trees and bushes.” Kono held up an evidence bag before handing it off to one of the techs for DNA testing.

“Have you checked your security cameras yet?” Danny said as he pointed to the camera above the garage. It looked like it had been shot.

“Kono do you have a laptop?”

“Yea.” She went towards her car, everyone followed close behind.

Steve pulled up his security system up on the laptop. He went back to the time that he left. He looked at the back cameras first. He saw a man looking in the back windows but couldn’t see his face. Then he went to the front cameras. You were coming out of the house and going to your truck. when a man lunged at you, and you fought back. Then a second man came out and stabbed you in the neck. He began yelling at the first man. He got up off the ground and called someone. A car pulled up seconds later. The first man proceeded to pick you up and put you in the trunk of the car. This is when the second man turned to the camera, wave and shoot.

“Wait, is that…” Danny started to talk but Steve cut him off.

“Wo Fat.” Steve looked frustrated and had to walk away. He ran his hands down his face to try and compose himself. Danny was instantly by his side.

“Hey, we are going to find her.”

“Kono is there any way to we can see who the other guy is?” Lou asked to get thing moving along. Kono was instantly on the computer looking for a good image. When she found one, she put it through facial rec.

“Got him. This is Kehlani Koa. He has a wrap-sheet a mile long. Burglary, assault with a deadly weapon, car jackings to name a few.”

“Are you able to get a plate on that car?”

“No, the car wasn’t turned enough for that.”

Steve came back over, “you got an address for this guy?”

“Yea, already sent to your phones.”

“I want this guy alive.” He looked around at the team. He had anger and frustration in his eyes. “Danny let’s go.”

-Warehouse-

“You Son of a Bitch!” Now you were pissed off. “What’s wrong with you!? Were you not held enough as a child? What could have caused you to be so psychotic!?”

“If you would stop with the sarcastic comments and tell me what I want to know…” you cut him off.

“Well since you apparently are hard of hearing let me say it again.” You cleared your throat. “I don’t know who the fuck Shelburne is, You Dumbass! I can’t give you information that I don’t know jack shit about! Then again I wouldn’t give it to you if I did know.” You whispered that last part so he couldn’t hear you.

He pulled out a knife and he stabbed you in the thigh. Lucky for you he missed the femoral artery. You tried so har not to scream and give him the satisfaction. Then WoFat’s phone went off, he pulled it out of his pocket and left the room.

“Holy Shit that hurts!”

You start to move your arms to see if there was any wiggle room with the ropes. There was little, but it was just enough. You know you must get out of here. You slowly start to move your arms around to get the rope over your hand. Eventually getting them free. Then you quickly untied the other hand, before moving to your leg that didn’t have a knife sticking out of it. you worked as fast as you could while being careful to get the second leg free. You know that if you pull out the knife, you will bleed out eventually and risking it would be dangerous.

You slowly got up, trying not to touch the knife and not to jostle the leg with a the gsw. You couldn’t put a lot of weight on either leg. You ended up sitting back down. You ripped strips off your overshirt and tied them around the bullet hole as tight as you could. You start thinking again. You ripped off a few more strips of your shirt. You put them under your leg with the knife, making sure they make an x in the back.

“This is so stupid.” You said to yourself ad you reach for the knife. You pull it out while trying not to make a sound. Then you tie the strips over the knife opening. You have lost quite a bit of blood, but your adrenaline was still going. Not knowing how much longer it was going to be around you knew you must move. You get up again. Knife in hand and slowly start making your way to a different door than the one Wo Fat went out of.

-Koa Residence-

Unfortunately, when Steve and Danny got to the house Kehlani was already dead. They started searching the house. When Danny got to one of the back rooms, he found photos of Steve and Y/n all over the walls. There were maps with different locations that corresponded with some of the photos.

“Hey Steve! I found something!”

Steve came into the room and paused when he saw all the things on the walls. The others were right behind him as he walked into the room.

“He was following you guys.” Danny said as he was looking over all the information on the wall in front of him.

“No. He was following Y/n. Come look at this.” Chin said from a different wall. “This is all her. Driving, shopping, surfing and her just hanging out on the beach.”

“This is so creepy.” Kono said as she walked to a new area. She found papers on imports and exports, various warehouses and random places around the island.

“So what? Wo Fat hires this guy to watch Y/n, kidnap her then what? He ends up dead here. What’s the endgame here?” He turns to everyone to see if anyone has anything that makes any sense. “Why would he want Y/n?”

Everyone just kept going through all the papers in the room. There was so much of it that it was hard to make sense of any of it. Lou went to the closet. When he opened it, he found a large map on the back wall. It had a bunch of “Xs” in different areas. There were also a few circles with addresses as well.

“I got something.” He pulled the map off the wall. He brought it out and places it on the desk in the middle of the room.

“Does anyone know what these are circling?” Everyone started looking closely at the map to try and figure out what they were.

“This one is HQ.” Chin pointed to one of the circles.

“That’s my house.” Steve pointed to another.

Kono was on her phone typing away at the other addresses.

“This one is Y/n’s old apartment complex. This one is a bank, and that one is Kamakonas’.”

“These are probably all the places that she was at the most. This is how he followed her around the island.” Steve was starting to get even more and more uncomfortable the longer they were in the room.

“What about the group of X’s over here?”

“They look like a bunch of old abandoned warehouses.”

“About how many are there?”

“Maybe 10 to 15.”

“That’s too many to search. Call Catherine and see if she can get a drone or satellite footage in the area. I want to know if anything is going on down there now.” Chin went off to the side and called Catherine.

Steve looked over to the window to see a man standing in the backyard. He was on the phone. Once he saw Steve, he took off running. Steve ran over to the window, pulling it open to jump out to run after him. Danny followed close behind.

The man ran through yards and alleyways. Steve was able to catch him when he tried to climb a 6ft fence. Steve grabbed him and slammed him to the ground. Then pulled out his gun and pointing it at him.

“Where is she?!” Steve wasn’t wasting any time.

The man stayed quiet and just stared at Steve.

Steve pulled this guy up by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. “I don’t make me ask again! Where is Y/n!?” He cocked his gun, that’s when Danny stepped in.

“Steve, you shoot him. We won’t find her. We need him to tell us where she is.” He turned his attention to the suspect. “If you don’t tell him where she is, he’s going to make you regret is. He’s a lunatic and will do what ever it takes to get her back. Now, where is she?”

-Warehouse-

You made it out of the warehouse without being seen. You needed to find out where you were. You start looking around to see if you can recognize anything. All you see is the shoreline, warehouses, shipping containers and the jungle.

Trying to swim is probably the worst idea. Bleeding in the ocean, with sharks is a no go. They would get you before you could get anywhere. Heading towards the warehouses and shipping containers seems like the most logical way to go. Try and find a vehicle, but there are way too many nooks and crannies for people to be hiding. Also, it would be too much noise if you did find a vehicle.

So, at this point your best bet would be the jungle. You could go until you don’t see the buildings anymore. Become Katniss Everdeen and climb a tree to hide out on.

Before you had the chance to really make up you mind, you heard yelling and banging coming from the building behind you. As quickly as you could you start running towards the jungle. You got about 30ft in front of the tree line before you heard a gun going off.

You ducked down and looked back to see Wo Fat coming towards you. You get up and continue running.  He kept shooting at you. After a little bit he had stopped shooting. You stopped running. You decided now you needed to get off the ground, you made sure to look to see if Wo Fat was around. When the coast was clear you found a tree and started climbing. It hurt like a bitch to climb but you had to do it.

You were able to get up into the tree, you made sure that your legs laid along one of the tree branches. Now you had to stay quiet and not move. Which was more difficult that you have anticipated, but you made it work.

After a while, you saw the sun was starting to go down. The adrenaline that you once had was long gone. The pain had come back with a vengeance. Now you were starting to get tired. You had to fight to keep your eyes open. You just needed to wait a little longer. At this point you knew Steve and the rest of the team were looking for you. You just had to hold out until thy got here.

Just as your eyes were closing again. You heard voices and gun shots, coming from behind you, back towards the building.

“This is it.” you said to yourself. You gripped the knife a little tighter. It was your lifeline.

-The Team-

Steve’s phone started going off, Kono’s name popped up on the screen. He quickly answered it.

“Go ahead.”

“Catherine said there are men in the area. There was a gunshot that went off a few minutes ago. Chin is still on the phone with her… What?”

Kono started talking to Chin. She must have pulled her phone away from her ear because Steve couldn’t understand what she was saying.

“Kono what’s going on? Kono!”

“Steve It’s Y/n. Catherine found her. We need to go now.”

“We are coming back now. Kono I need you to take this guy back to the palace. Put him in a cell and meet us there. Send everyone else to the warehouses.”

Steve and Danny got the man back to the house and into Kono’s car, she left quickly. Everyone else was already on their way to the warehouses. Steve and Danny got into Danny’s car and took off. Steve was driving way too fast.

“Steve, I understand that you want to get to Y/n but you can’t do that if you’re dead.”

“We aren’t going to die Danny.”

“Driving like this we might. I want to be able to go home to my daughter. So Slow Down!”

Steve slowed down just enough to please Danny but still fast enough to feel like he would get to you in time.

After arriving at the warehouses, everyone split up, to search all the rooms. Once one building was done they moved on to the next. Steve and Danny showed up when they were down to 5 buildings left. They jumped in and started searching with the rest of the crew.

When they got to the last building there was guards around it and on the 1st floor. One by one they were taken down. Each one of the guys took a room. They were all coming up clear until Chin yelled for Steve.

Steve entered the room Chin was in and saw a table with your empty holster, a knife and your wallet. Then he saw the chair that had rope on the ground next to it in a puddle of blood. He could only assume it was yours. There were shoe prints on the ground leading out one of the doors.

“Chin.” He pointed to the door, before they went to the door. Steve opened the door. He followed the trial of blood until it stopped. Danny and Lou had joined them at this point.

“Which way would she have gone?” Danny asked as they were looking around.

“I don’t know. Its obviously not back towards the buildings. We would have found her during the search.” Lou stated.

“She wouldn’t have tried to swim either. If she’s injured would be the worst thing to do.” Chin added.

“The jungle it is then.” Steve pointed and started walking that way.

The men started heading to the jungle. When they were about 15ft from the tree line, Steve spotted Wo Fat. Wo Fat started shooting and running. The guys quickly ran to the trees to get cover.

Steve ran after Wo Fat. He was able to sneak up on him. they started fighting. Steve was able to get the gun away from him. Steve was also able to pin him to the ground and cuff him. Then he flipped him over. Danny was there, he had his gun pointed at him. Steve stood up and pulled his gun out as well.

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know.” Wo Fat had no emotion on his face or in his voice.

“Where is Y/n!?” Steve was back down on his knees, with one had on Wo Fat’s shirt. Holding him slightly up off the ground.

“I don’t know, but I can’t imagine that she has much longer.” Now he had a sadistic smile on his face.

“Duke!” Steve yelled. Duke came over pretty quick. “Take Wo Fat, put him in one of the squad cars and watch him.” Steve turned back to Wo Fat. “She better be alive when I find her, or your dead.”

“Guys we don’t have much time. We don’t know how bad her injuries are. Everyone spread out. Find her.

---

You started hearing the voices get louder. Then you started seeing the lights of multiple flashlights.

“Damn it, Damn it.”

Then a man was walking past your hiding tree. You moved slightly trying to see who it was. When you did, the knife fell off your lap. It landed right next to him.

“Shit.” You said quietly to yourself.

The man quickly looked up, his gun and flashlight aimed at you.

“Y/n?”

“Chin! Thank God, sorry about the knife.” A sense of relief washed over you. you were finally able to relax.

Chin got on his coms, “I found her. She’s up in a tree.”

“And I will need help getting down.”

“And she’s going to need help getting down.” Chin let out a small chuckle.

The fire department had to bring in special equipment in to get you down. They couldn’t get their truck that far in. The paramedics were on the ground, ready to start working on you the second they got you down.

When you were on the stretcher, you had fallen asleep. The paramedics started working on you as fast as they could. They had to hurry and get iv’s set up to get blood and fluids back into you. they were also rushing to get you back to the truck, going quickly trying not to jostle you around too much.

Steve was by your side the entire time. When you guys were in the ambulance, he was holding your hand. He was also trying not to get in the paramedic’s way. On they way to the hospital your heart started slowing down, and eventually you had flatlined. The paramedic started CPR. Steve was still holding you hand but he had started talking to you.

“Y/n, I love you. Sweetheart please don’t leave me. You are so stubborn and strong, and you always fight back. Please fight. Please… Please…”

He was trying to keep his voice steady, but he was crying too much. His voice was shaky, and his breathing was off. He just kept saying “Please” to you. just before getting out of the ambulance he kissed your hand. When it was time to get out, the paramedic had to climb on the stretcher with you to keep doing compressions. Then you were wheeled into the hospital, Steve stayed with you as long as he could before a nurse stopped him and he had to let go of your hand.

The rest of the team came into the hospital shortly after. Steve immediately came over to them. Danny was the first one in. He brought Steve into a hug, and just held onto him.

“It going to be ok. She’s going to be okay.” Danny tried to calm him down.

“She flatlined Danny. She’s not okay.” He started crying harder.

Everyone was on the verge of tears at this point. Danny let Steve go and got him to sit down. All they could do now is wait.

-Hours Later-

The tears had stopped. Everyone was getting anxious. Steve and Danny had been taking turns going up to the nurses’ desk to ask what was happening or what was taking so long. They had gone up about 10 times in the last hour alone. They got the same answers every time. They didn’t know or you need to wait for the doctor.

Just as Danny was about to go try again, a doctor came out.

“Y/n Y/l/n’s Family?” Steve shot up and out of his seat and was in front of the doctor in a matter of seconds.

“Is she okay? Please tell me she’s okay.” Steve looked like he was on the verge of tears again. Everyone was standing around him waiting to hear what the doctor had to say.

“Yes. She’s going to be okay. We were able to get her heart going again. She’s out of surgery. The surgery went as well as can be, but…” Steve’s heart just about dropped when the doctor said “but”.

“But she may not have 100% function in her legs. Her injuries were extensive, and with her moving walking or running for as long as she did, caused more damage. I have explained all of this to her already. Now she’s resting.”

“Can we see her?” Danny spoke up, Steve was in a state of shock and he wasn’t saying anything.

“Of course, but only for a little while. She needs to rest.”

The doctor walked over to one of the nurses and asked her to take them back to see you. She knocked as she opened the door. “Y/n? You have a few visitors if you’re up for it.”

“okay.” Your voice was a little horse from the surgery.

Steve was the first one through the door and he was by your side. He leaned over and kissed you on the forehead. Then just left his forehead resting on yours. You reached your hand up and put it on the back of his neck, just holding him there. After a few moments just being like this, someone cleared their throat causing you to let go of Steve.

“How are you feeling?” Danny was the first to speak.

“Like I just got hit by a tank. ya’know the usual.” You gave all of them a small smile.

You guys talked for a few hours. You were simply happy to be back with them. You were a little worried about Steve though. He wasn’t talking very much he was just staring at you. You are about to start yawning but you try to hold it in. Kono noticed what you were doing so she decided it was time for them to go.

“Guys I think we should let her rest. She looks like she’s about to pass out.” Kono gave you a small smile before pushing all the boys except Steve out the door.

After they were gone, Steve pulled his chair closer to your bed. He grabbed ahold of your hand. You could tell that he was trying to hold back his emotions.

“Steve.”

“You died.” He was quiet. He wasn’t looking at you, he was staring at your hand. “You left me y/n. you can’t do that to me again. I won’t be able to handle that.” You saw tears starting to come down his cheek. You let go of his hand and he lifted his head up to look at you. when you saw his face, it just broke your heart. You quickly moved over and pulled him onto the bed to lay down next to you. after he laid down, he put his head on your chest. You pulled him as close as you possibly could. You didn’t even care about the small amount of pain going through your legs. He needed you. he may be a big, strong guy but even tough guys have bad days. This was his worst nightmare.

“Never again. I won’t leave you.” You kissed his forehead and started running your fingers through his hair. “I promise.”

You both fell asleep like this.

-A month later-

You had been working really hard to learn to walk again. You did physical therapy four times a week. That’s all the doctors would allow. You were able to walk for the most part but sometimes you needed assistance. The doctors were comfortable with sending you home early because of all of your progress.

You were already to go you were just waiting for Steve. He walked in with one of the nurses, pushing a wheelchair. You didn’t want to sit down but it was hospital policy.

After a quick ride home, you got out of Steve’s truck faster than you normally would have. You had gotten to the door before Steve was even able to get around his truck.

“Wait for me Y/n.” he jogged up to you. “Ya’know just because you can walk again doesn’t mean you have to practically run ahead of me.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just glad to be home, sleep in my own bed, have normal food and not having someone checking on me every two seconds.” You turned to him.

“well at least let me open the door for you.” He smiled at you, then moved in front to open the door.

You walked in and it was unusually dark. You walked to the light switches and flipped them on.

“SURPRISE!!” All of your friends were there.

“oh my gosh!”

“Welcome home!”

There were balloons, streamers and a giant “welcome home” sign. Everyone was blowing party whistles. Then Grace and Danny popped giant confetti cannons. They were all laughing and cheering. You realized Steve hadn’t walked in with you. You turned around and through all the confetti you see Steve down on one knee. Your eyes went wide, and your hands went up to your face.

“oh shit.”

“language y/n.” Danny said holding grace’s ears.

“Sorry.” You turned around briefly to apologize before looking back at Steve.

“Y/n, you have made me the luckiest man alive. As soon as you walked into my life, I understood why it didn’t work with anyone else. I could watch you for a single minute and find a thousand things that I love about you. I’m crazy in love with you. I want to be your protector and your provider, and I love you beyond all measure. I can guarantee if I don’t ask you to be mine, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life because I know in my heart, you’re the only one for me. Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

Steve stood up, you grabbed his face and kissed him. when you pulled away Steve slipped a ring on your finger. Everyone had started cheering again. They started coming over to you and Steve, to congratulate you. everyone was so happy.

After everyone left, you went up to Steve and wrapped your arms around him.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Mr. McGarrett.”

“I can’t wait either.” He kissed you again. “I love you Y/n.”

“I love you too Steve.”

[xx-narcissa]

Holy Shit That Just Happened

The World Crumbles Around Us {2}

warnings: blood, cursing

chapter summary: Your plan to get Allison and Scott together was working nicely. But somebody gets hurt. Bad.

a/n: i really did not like how this chapter turned out. but i don’t want to give up on this story after only two chapters. i’ll make it work somehow :)

masterlist

(not my gif)

“Okay so, you guys went bowling? That sounds lame as hell. I’m so glad I wasn’t there.”

“And dinner with my dad was so awkward. He’s lucky he’s cute.”

“See? I knew he’d make everything weird. Let’s just hope he doesn’t turn out to be some giant perv.” Lydia added while blowing on her nails.

You laid back in Lydias bed and pulled out your phone. “And have you guys been keeping up with the animal attacks? Like, what the fuck kinda animal is that? I don’t know about you guys, but I’m so ready to get out of this stupid town.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty scary. I don’t know, I try not to dwell on it too much. But it’s like, I just got here. Maybe it’s a sign that I don’t belong.”

Allison didn’t seem to get why you and Lydia were just staring at her in confusion. “Allison. This is Beacon fucking Hills. Shit like this had been happening since forever. Your arrival isn’t triggering anything if that’s what you’re thinking.” You explained as you pat her shoulder.

She sighed and placed her hand on top of yours. “I know, I just still get anxious about the whole ‘being the new girl’ thing. I’ve gone through it so many times but I still get so nervous every time. I really hope we can finally just settle down somewhere. And preferably here. I really like the people, even if there’s always something scary going on.”

“Good. ‘Cause we want you to stay too.” You smiled at her, but it quickly turned into a frown when your redhead friend interrupted.

“Aww. You guys are such a cute couple. I ship it.” She closed the nail polish bottle and pulled out her phone to take a picture of you both. You reached over and snatched the phone, trying to delete it. But she was quick and pulled it back. “Don’t worry. I won’t show anyone. But if you guys do start dating, you better not start treating me like the third wheel.”

“Ugh, shut up. She’s got Scott. And I’ve got…myself. Just be quiet, bitch. You talk too much.” You grabbed Lydias right hand and smeared her fresh nail polish. She gasped with fake offense and then let out the cutest little huff. Luckily neither of them could see the slight smile appearing on your face. “There, focus on fixing your nails.”

She flipped you off and then wiped her nails so she could restart. “Okay so, what’s this I hear about a winter formal? Are you guys going?” Allison asked, catching the attention of both of you.

“Uhm, duh. I’m going with Jackson, if he stops acting so weird all the time.” She finished her nails and blew on them again. “Has Scott asked you yet?”

Allison looked confused. “Jackson asked me. Scott isn’t even allowed to go.” Lydia was visibly upset at this information, but Allison continued talking before Lydia could say anything. “You should ask Stiles! It’s very obvious that he has a crush on you. And you guys would be so cute together. C’mon, just try it out?”

“Well, fine. Since apparently my boyfriend, if that’s even what he is anymore, has asked you, then I guess I have no choice but to ask Stiles. I mean, I can’t go without a date! That would make me look weird and lonely.”

“Rude. I don’t have a date.” You chimed in.

They both looked at you, and then the three of you bursted out into laughter.

—🔅—

He turned and glared at you. If looks could kill, your twin brother would’ve put you six feet under years ago. “Okay well, now that Scott has made my date run off, what do you want?”

“Danny, you know exactly what I want. I want to hang out with you so I don’t look lonely.”

He sighed and the two of you made your way to the drink table. “Why don’t you hang out with Lydia? Maybe then you could finally tell her how you feel and then I won’t have to hear you rant about your little feelings anymore.”

“How about you shut the fuck up? She’s…busy.”

You looked off into the crowd as you thought about your earlier conversation with your redheaded best friend. You had seen her run out of the gym so you followed her to see what was wrong.

“Slow down, red! What’s up?” You ran and caught up with her. She looked upset. “If you need something, I can help.”

“I’m looking for Jackson. I can’t find him anywhere!”

As soon as she said that name, your face fell and your mind went blank. You didn’t know why she was looking for him and you honestly didn’t care. “Well, count me out. But call me if something happens.”

That was twenty minutes ago. You never got a call, so you could only assume she found him and they started making out in his car or something. While it was the most logical conclusion you came up with, it was also the one you hated the most. You hated the thought of her kissing him. Or kissing anyone for that matter. You knew you shouldn’t feel that way, but you couldn’t help it.

You hated to admit it, but you were jealous of Jackson Whittemore.

—🔅—

“What the fuck do you mean? What fucking happened?”

“That doesn’t matter! Just…hurry up. She’s badly hurt. You’re her best friend and the first person I thought to call. Get here, now.”

Jackson hung up the phone, leaving you confused and angry. Apparently Lydia was hurt and Jackson brought her to the hospital. If he was the last person she was with, then he should’ve done more to protect her. You just wanted to punch him dead in his face for letting her get hurt. But no matter how angry you were at him, you knew you had to be quick to go see her.

When you arrived at the hospital, you wasted no time. Pushing past nurses and doctors until you found the room Jackson told you she was in. The sheriff was there and there were a few other deputies there too. One of them was standing at the door, preventing anyone from going inside.

You saw her through the glass and ran to press yourself against it so you could get a better look at her. She was unconscious and looked rather peaceful. But you wanted her to wake up. Wake up so you could look her dead in the eye and hug her and never let go.

A few deputies were talking, and you overheard bits and pieces of the conversation. Something about an animal attack. So that’s what happened. That damn fucking animal. Whatever it was, you wanted to find it and choke the shit out of it.

You stood in front of the glass for a while, just watching her. Until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked back and saw Stiles. “You! Weren’t you her date? You should’ve been with her! What the hell happened?”

“(Y/N), calm down. Please. It was out of my control and I can’t really explain. You’ve just got to trust me on that. But I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Me and Jackson have to go and-”

“Take me with you.” He opened his mouth in protest but you put your hand up, silencing him. “No. I don’t wanna hear it. Just let me come. I don’t care where we go. I just can’t look at her like this anymore.”

—🔅—

“What the fuck is that?!” You yelled as the three of you got out the car.

“No time to explain!” Stiles threw a molotov cocktail at the…thing. And Allison was there? And Scott? And a whole bunch of other people. Allison fired an arrow at it, lighting the cocktail and setting the thing on fire. You knew she was an archer, but nobody ever told you she was that skilled.

Jackson threw a bottle of beer at the thing, fueling the fire even more. You felt bad about not having anything to throw, so you just picked up a stick and chucked it. Stiles looked at you, confused, and you simply shrugged.

The thing turned into a man and you couldn’t have been more confused. Scott and Allison kissed. Then Scott was talking about killing the man himself. Then some dude with a really symmetrical face came and killed the burnt man himself. And apparently Allison’s aunt was dead.

“Okay, can somebody please explain what’s going on now!”

Chapter 3

[imagine-loki]

Can you Keep A Secret

TITLE: Can you keep it a secret?  CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 3 of 4

AUTHOR: ValarieRavenhearst2 ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine working with Loki in some way but you keep your distance because you have a massive crush on him and you tend to always embarrass yourself. Alas you find yourself in need of his help as you need his magic and he’s the only one for the job.

  All the incubators in the lab make it feel like a sauna today, with so many new species needing direct heat, we’ve had to give them their own room. All my specimens look healthy and well after yesterdays’ sampling and I record their status on my iPad. After working by myself for half an hour I make the easy decision to take my jumper off before I start to sweat. As I start to wiggle out of it by easing it over my head, my shirt begins to rise with it and I make that awkward wiggle to try and magically make my shirt fall down without putting my arms back down. Whilst in the midst of my struggle I can hear the keypad being used to unlock the lab door and instinctively I throw myself to my knees to hide as my shirt has risen over my bra. Instant regret. I quickly correct myself on the ground as I hear Dr Banner and another botanist talking idly. The side of my abdomen stings viciously in warning as the material of my shirt goes back over it. I quickly flip it up again to inspect a small scratch now etched over my ribs, ending just under my bra. I hiss quietly in annoyance at my own stupidity as I stand calmly to inspect what I could have scratched myself on.   Dr Banner greets me in surprise, obviously questioning what I am doing on the ground.

“Good morning.” I give them both a greeting smile, “I just dropped my jumper.” I wave it at them as proof and they go back to their conversation whilst I look at the plant specimens in front of me. This odd, black looking orchidaceous plant looks awfully ominous with its long bristly thorns of an olive green hue. It must have been the culprit as none of its neighbours have any type of protruding bristles. With a slight panic spiking in my veins I try to examine it’s ID card but it’s information is mostly blank as it hasn’t begun rigours testing yet. Shit! What if it’s poisonous. Surely it would be in a covered incubator if it was known to be poisonous and over in lab 2 with the others.  I try not to act concerned as I question if the other two know anything about it and the other botanist, Swanson? I think. Says that the whole table is due for testing today by his team. I just nod in acknowledgment and calmly exit the lab. I mean, I feel okay, right? I don’t feel faint and or woozy.  I canter off to the bathroom after throwing my jumper over my chair; I quickly raise my shirt again in the mirror to get a better look. It’s not that bad … I suppose. The thin red slice is only about six centimetres long and it doesn’t look like there’s anything caught in the wound. Honestly, what an idiot. I can’t believe I was so reckless. If bloody Branson found out he’d have my head and he’d carry on for eternity how right he was about me. Oh the ridicule! He’d have me on desk duty till he dies. No one can know! I’m breaking every safety protocol we have but if I am to die from it so be it. I’d rather die quietly than admit my fault to that grumpy old git. After a quick rendezvous with the first-aid box I should be fine. I’ll just have to spy on the other team later to see if they come with anything concerning on the evil looking sucker. Ugh! I can’t believe I just did that.   As I exit the bathroom mumbling curses at myself, adjusting my skin tight black turtleneck, a wisp of black enters my peripheral and I know that the god of mischief has returned to the floor. His eyes find me as I cross the open bullpen to my desk and I let go of the hem of my shirt and make an effort to make the concern vanish from my face. Draped in a navy Asgardian attire, he is what my high school best friend would call a snack. I briefly notice accents of gold and olive lining the leather but I am quick to advert my eyes and look busy. I suppose he would be a nice distraction from the sting in my side but I needn’t the extra embarrassment on top of my slightly spiked anxiety. I can hear Branson’s old decrepit voice engaging with that sultry sirens call as they wander by my desk but I make myself continue typing on my computer as if my life depends on it. As soon as he’s passed me I can smell his cologne lingering to tease me. Do Asgardians even wear cologne or is that just him? I shake my head, determined not to let my thoughts distract me.   As I continue to work at my desk for the day, every time I stretch and move around I check on the other team working in the lab and notice that pointy little sucker is still out in the open so my panic levels have been low and every time I go to the bathroom I check my side; gently peeling off the large non stick plaster to inspect the fading mark. The redness has reduced so much that I have to strain myself to notice the mark.   I steal glances with the God of Mischief throughout the day as he wanders from station to station. I smile politely whenever our eyes meet and always breakaway first to continue working, which I notice earns me a sly grin after the fifth time. See, I knew that tricky bugger was up to something. I just know he purposefully loves to get under my skin. But I am not giving him the satisfaction of watching me blush today. Two can play at that game. Danny surprises me at lunch by bringing me a latte and childish teasing. He sits on the edge of my desk and immediately notices Loki working in the adjacent Lab in clear view of my desk. Trying to be noticeably subtle he continuously taps my shoulder whilst cooing in excitement like a giddy school girl. I shush him and punch him hard in the leg whilst acting like his antics haven’t phased me. I’ve been doing an amazing job of ignoring his presence all morning, he is not going to trick me into actively swooning now.

“Oh he looking.” Danny murmurs whilst turning his head away, tapping my shoulder again.

“Shut up!” I mutter back as I briefly glare at him in warning before retuning my attention to my computer screen.

“Girl he’s definitely checking you out.” He rearranges himself as he opts for standing behind me and leaning over me like he’s studying what I’m doing.

“I’m going to kill you.” I swivel in my chair so that I’m facing away from the Lab. “You’re such a trouble maker.” I hiss and jokingly shove him so not to make a big scene. “Don’t you have work of your own to do?” I question as I make an excuse to walk out of sight by taking my drink bottle to fill it up. Danny follows, chuckling evilly to himself.

“Yeah but this is more fun.” I threaten to throw water on him. “But seriously, he’s definitely watching you.” I could feel it! But I ain’t playing into Danny’s game.

“Yeah right,” I scoff as I begin back to my desk with Danny in tow, “what for? A good laugh if I stumble?” I take my seat but swivel so I’m facing Danny and away from Loki.

“Well no ‘cause I don’t think he’s ever laughed when you’ve embarrassed yourself.” Danny leans against the empty desk adjacent to mine and I gasp at him with forced hurtfulness.

“Are you saying I’m not funny?” I question mockingly and his face grimaces fiercely as he shrugs in agreement.

“Well, either he’s attracted to you or just pities you.” He deduces with his great sleuthing skills. “Which would you prefer?” I scowl so hard at him that he might burst into flames yet his shiteating grin is till carved into his face. I don’t answer, not diving into this ridiculous conversation (not to mention unsafe when he’s so close). With a steady, yet annoyed breath, I exhale loudly before turning back to my computer and turn my concentration up to a hundred and ten percent to block out Loki’s alluring figure in my peripherals.

“I have work to do and if you’ve only come to tease me you can piss off.” I purse my lips together in my best passive resting bitch face before flipping him off. Honestly what an arse – breaking basic friend 101 rules. Don’t joke about the crush in front of the crush.

“So touchy today.” He laughs and kisses me on the cheek before stepping around my desk before I can clock him one. “I’ll see you later.” He teases before leaving and I can feel myself being watched and it is so tempting to look to where that burning urge is coming from but I just know if I make eye contact I’ll blush several noticeable shades. I’ll remain strong, purely out of spite.   I finish all my paper work earlier than expected and manage to send off all my reports just has mid afternoon rolls around. Spite is a good focuser. As I’m scanning through my emails to see if I need to reply to any I get a page from Clint to say that he’s on his way up to check out his new arrow heads. I beam excitedly in remembrance, jumping up from my desk and heading over to Lab 2, where I had been storing them in the cool room at the back of the lab. I had been experimenting and developing  new knockout gasses and combustibles and I thought adapting them to Clint’s arrow heads would be a more challenging task then the standard grenades. Thus far the little project has been a success, they just haven’t had any field time yet.   I notice Loki watching me through his lashes as I swipe into the lab and punch in the code. We’ve already exchanged pleasantries for the day so there’s no need for me to make any form of acknowledgment as I enter. As I enter through the double doors he straightens himself, most likely in expectance that I had entered to speak with him since it’s only he and another botanist in the Lab. But I just walk straight through without a glance which gives me such a surge of power, knowing how  much confusion I was causing him even though his poker face is exceptional. After punching in the security code on the fridge I gently pull out the draw with the arrow tips and remove the tray, taking it with me. I have to make eye contact on my way back since focusing straight ahead would be too obvious and the key is subtlety here if I want to be one up on his intimidating behaviour. My lips curve pleasantly at him but I don’t say anything as I head back to the door. Clint is already at my desk and is glancing around for me. He waves happily when he sees me and opens the door for me so I don’t have to.

“Hey,” he smiles at me and I pass him the tray, “you sure these work?” He questions mockingly.

“Have I ever failed you before?” I coyly quirk my brows in rebuke.

“Want to test them with me?” He nods his head at the door for me to follow him and I do with a skip in my step. I did archery as a child but I got nothing on him. I take my time to relish in the fact that Loki hasn’t taken his eyes off me as I exit through the corridor and I even dare a cheeky, subtly seductive glance over my shoulder just to make sure. Oh it feels good to be bad .. no wonder he loves it.

[therealtsk]

tsk i’m DYING to hear your play-by-play on which worm characters have dumb fanon interpretations

UH OH YOU JUST OPENED THE FLOODGATES so the short answer is pretty much every major character but I am a high-effort bitch so let's do this: Taylor Hebert: jfc, I could probably hit a word count limit talking about Taylor alone. First you have the dumb as shit TINO (Taylor In Name Only) phenomenon where people just straight up SI as Taylor but pretend it's her and she's basically a different person wearing Taylor's skin like an ill-fitting suit. Then there's the Memetic Escalator Taylor interpretation where Taylor's Warlord era characterization is flanderized so hard that she turns into her world's version of Doomguy where her response to literally everything is ultra violence, mutilation and torture and she can totally beat up anyone you guys hahah coin sock goes brrrrr you go brutalize those totally deserving victims queen. And then there's shy, stuttering, soft spoken "useless lesbian" Taylor which is not as common but still, fuckin straight men and the way they infantize gay women. Taylor is perhaps the most consistently inconsistent characterization I've seen in fandom, it's fucking wild Lisa Wilbourn: Has two fanon settings. Taylor's best friend who exists solely to give exposition and get the "Stop Coil" subplot rolling (occasional gay subtext will be added in a way that feels fetishy) Or, the evil bitchy blonde who is first target of the SI. I constantly wonder if the people who write the frankly masturbatory SI's are aware that we can tell they're still bitter about girls not dating them in highschool. Brian: basically does not exist in fic aside from the occasional joke cause racism and also because of how popular wlw ships are in Worm fandom. you deserve better dude Alec: has a few token appearances in wormfic fandom that usually have him as the comic relief alongside Aisha, which might actually be for the best considering he's a rapist and the Worm fandom's uhhhh tendencies. Moving on- Aisha: prankster girl that alt!Taylor will adopt as a younger sibling. hopefully is not part of the totally-not-a-harem considering she's even younger then the rest of these teens Bitch: Another girl to fall into alt!Taylor's definitely-not-a-harem, but with more butch tendencies. Basically has no personality in fanon outside of her dogs Parian: SHE DOESN'T HAVE A SHOP FFS also another member of Taylor's totally-not-a-harem Flechette: yeah it's a harem Sophia: holy shit you think Brian's bad? The racism in pretty much every fanon depiction of Sophia is off the charts. Hyper-violent, super edgy, "predator/prey" speech inbound, will get humilated/killed in some new, supposedly satisfying but actually just deeply uncomfortable way, probably throw in some E88 shit too just because Emma: again, do the writers know we can tell they're still malding over the fact that the pretty girls in highschool didn't date them? fanon emma is pretty much a cardboard cut out of whoever was mean to the author. something something bitches three Madison: in fanon has a C53 fetish, occasionally is also Browbeat. don't ask why Victoria: gets hit with the blonde stereotypes even harder then Lisa, "Collateral Damage Barbie" is one of the phrases that activates my flight or fight responses. she basically is an entirely different character in fanon. bubbly dumb blonde girl with a massive temper and well other sexist bullshiit Amy: I hate even touching this character with a ten foot pole but basically is hit with the "soft useless lesbian" trope hard enough to make her into a completely separate person from her canon self. whether or not this is a good thing is still up for debate Carol: in fanon, an evil bitch who exists solely to bully Amy Mark: who? The rest of New Wave: cannon fodder for Leviathan Danny Hebert: literally stale milk instead of a personality, will probably die before the fic is over but we won't care because the author did not care either Armsmaster: hahaha robotman go brrrr or is an arrogant self-aggrandizing shit, can't interact with people without Dragon helping him 24/7 Miss Militia: fanon bat'd into team mom,

idk where this came from considering her first instinct upon seeing children is to pull out a gun holy shit wait is she actually Taylor's true mom- Velocity: canon fodder for levi Battery & Assault: sitcom wife, sitcom husband! please ignore how fucked up this relationship is if you look at it for more than two seconds Dauntless: haha armsy is JEALOUS also cannon fodder for levi Triumph: who? The BB wards in general tend to be incredibly bland, the only ones who have fanon personalities of note are Clockblocker and Vista. The former being such a huge prankster that every other line is a joke- or him complaining about how BULLSHIT Alt!Taylor's powers are. Vista is an angry kiddo who says that Shadow Stalker doesn't count as being a girl on the team The E88: no personality for any of them except that Kaiser is noble and really isn't that bad and also Purity did nothing wrong totally she's just a hot mom trying to do her best, please ignore how she exclusively targets characters of color and literally calls white criminals more civilized than miniorities- the worm fandom has something of a nazi problem i hate it here The ABB: racism and honorable samurai lung even though that has no canon basis so again, racist stereotypes The Slaughterhouse 9: This one makes me just as sad as the Lisa shit because dear god this is such a good cast of villains that fanon completely flattens to bowling pins for the Alt!Taylor of the week to mow down, why does this fandom suck so much. Anyway Jack is just the Joker, Crawler is masochistic, etc i'm moving on now The PRT/Protectorate as a whole: They are an evil paramilitary organization that pressgangs kids into signing up to become child soldiers, and somehow at the same time, they are a bunch of idiots who listen to the PR department and have stupid things like RULES that prevent capes from COMMITTING VIOLENCE. Being called "the biggest gang of all" is common and some shit like "at least the criminals are honest" is a likely statement. Cauldron: whoo boy this one really boils my blood but fanon Cauldron are just a bunch of evil idiots who can't even tie their shoelaces. basically a bunch of dudebros are upset that women run the world and that two of them essentially have "I win" powers so they have to make them lose to their SI- er, Taylor in fics so they can assuage their masculinity, which totally isn't pathetic Scion: Is at once the end all be all of worm you can't write a wormfic without scion or else it's TOTALLY MEANINGLESS because what is the point of a story if all the characters are going to DIE in a few years anyway, and at the same time is incredibly easy to defeat- this ties into how Cauldron is stupid. Scion Truthers pls shut up and go read something else okay I think that's everyone I would apologize but the only thing I'm sorry for is how messy this is

[amatchinwater]

Did a little thing for Day 2 of Stackson Week 2021!

Day 2: Trapped together

Pairing: Stackson

Warnings: underage drinking

Word count: 2709

Rating: teen and up

Ao3 link

Stiles knew it was a bad idea to have a party at Lydia’s lake house in the middle of hurricane lever rain and a goddamn flood warning. What’s even worse is he’s the first person to show up! Lydia herself isn’t even here yet. The banshee was kind enough to tell him where they put the hide-a-key so he could get in and out of the storm. Scott and Isaac aren’t picking up or answering his texts. If they’re not here because they’re too busy fucking and Stiles has to be here soaked and alone, he’s going to kill them.

When Stiles gets in the house, he stomps his shoes on the mat to not track in any mud. Lyds would castrate him for that, so he takes them off just to be safe. Slipping out of his jacket, Stiles hangs it on the hook, careful not to let it drip anywhere other than the little rug underneath it. The house is empty and eerily dark. Then again, why wouldn’t it be? He’s the only fucking one here. Making his way into the kitchen, Stiles’ preturbrance only grows. 

It doesn’t even look like the place is meant to house a party in the next twenty minutes. Nothing is set up. There isn't a single bag of chips or other snacks on the counter. No pizzas and sandwich platters like her birthday. A keg is not beside the island either. Just two bottles of wine with a sticky note that reads-

“Have fun?” 

Oh my god! Stiles jumps and flails, nearly knocking the bottles over on the counter. 

“What kind of fucking game is she playing?” Jackson snatches the note, rereading it before flicking it back towards the island. 

Still clutching his wildly beating heart, Stiles gasps, “could you maybe announce yourself next time?” He collects himself- mostly. “Not all of us have your little wolf senses. You almost gave me a heart attack, you fuck.” 

Jackson snorts and almost playfully bumps him with his shoulder. “Not my fault you left the front door unlocked, Stilinski.” 

Fuck this. “I’m leaving.” Stiles stalks back towards the front door, yanking his jacket off the hook and grabbing his shoes. Whipping the open the door, the teen groans loudly, dropping his head back, “you’ve got to be kidding me!” 

“What are you bitching about now?” The wolf steps beside him and looks outside, his eyes widen drastically. “Holy shit!”

The lake has officially overflown since they’ve shown up and the driveway is at least three inches deep with water. Jackson’s care looks like it’s barely  capable of surviving if it gets too high. Stiles almost cares enough to wonder if they should move it. This fucking storm! Now he’s stuck here with nowhere to go. Yes, he has a jeep, but the road out is no doubt a muddy mess that even Roscoe can’t navigate. 

Closing the door and putting his clothes back where they were, Stiles whines, “why would she pick today to do this?” Thinking about the weather his dad forced him to watch this morning. Most cities were calling in downed power lines and massive branches flying through the streets. 

She knew this storm was coming. So much so that Lydia even reminded him to wear his boots rather than his sneakers. “I guess I better call Scott, tell him not to come. No use in him getting stuck in the woods like this.” Sures, having his best friend here would make this exceptionally better. But Stiles doesn’t want to break up any fights between a stir crazy Jackson and Isaac. Fishing in his pocket, Stiles pulls out his phone and smashes the call button in annoyance. 

“Stiles, hey. I’m sorry I did-” Scott answers on the second ring only to be cut off by Stiles.

“I don’t care if you and Isaac were fucking,” Jackson chuckles at his jab. “Don’t come to Lydia’s. The lake flooded and now Jackson and I can’t leave.” 

“Okay,” Scott draws out the word and if Stiles wasn’t mistaken sounds a little confused. Jackson’s brows knit together at the response too. Okay, so it did sound weird then. “I’m sorry you’re stuck there, dude. But maybe this will be a good thing?”

Is he serious? “How the fuck is it supposed to be a good thing to be stuck in a goddamn house with someone who hates my guts?” Stiles’ hand slaps his thigh in exasperation. Not to mention the asshole in question was hotter than hell fire and makes it incredibly hard to be in the same room with him. Not thinking about that when Jackson can smell his chemosignals. 

“Well,” Scott drawls, “you did say you had a crush on him.” Stiles blanches and goes stalk still, forgetting how to fucking breathe. Jackson snorts beside him. Stiles is going to kill Scott. “Oh my god! He’s right next to you, isn’t he?”

“I hate you so much right now.” Stiles makes a point to stare at the floor and not at the shuffling wolf beside him. “Well, thanks for getting me killed. Great best friend job, truly. See ya probably never, Scotty.” He promptly hangs up before Scott can answer. 

“So,” Jackson purrs and Stiles can’t help but turn and face the wolf. His arms are crossed from where he leans against the wall, one foot propped behind him. Jackson’s face holds that stupid, sexy, douchbag smirk, “you like me?”

He’s not even going to entertain that. Stiles squints at him with his mouth slightly parted. It only makes Jackson chuckle. “I need a drink,” Stiles uses every ounce of self control not to literally run away and back into the kitchen. Sifting through the drawers until he finds the corkscrew, Stiles grabs a bottle. Once the cork is out- that actually had already been opened- Stiles could give fuck all about a glass. He takes a sip directly from the bottle, regretting it at the extensive bitter taste of wolfsbane.

Clearly that one’s for Jackson. He’s courteous enough to slide the wine across the island when Jackson is back in the room. The wolf stares at him as his lips wrap around the mouthpiece and drinks from it, not giving a damn to wipe it after Stiles’ drank first. The other boy just watches before his brain recovers and he opens his own bottle. Setting the cork and opener aside, Stiles grabs the wine and leaves the wolf in the kitchen to go sit in the living room where Lydia keeps the playstation. 

Plopping on the couch, Stiles lets himself sink into the cushion and takes several swigs. Actually rather enjoying the slight burn and the warmth that quickly settles in his belly. He can very easily just sit here and watch tv like Jackson doesn’t even exist. Stiles can go to literally anywhere else to be away from the wolf if need be. He cannot believe that Jackson found out he likes him. 

Fucking Scott.

It takes a few minutes for Jackson to join him. Stiles already has Supernatural playing and has killed a good third of his wine before the wolf is sitting next to him. Like right next to him. One nervous leg bounce and their thighs or knees will touch. Seriously? Lydia has two couches, a chaise lounge, and two armchairs in her living room. So why is he so close?

Scratch that initial thought. There’s like six other rooms in this big ass house that Jackson could’ve gone to. Why here? Stiles drinks more. 

Jackson takes another small sip, looking like he’s barely drank anything from his own bottle before saying, “I have a secret to tell you.” 

He fights the eyeroll only just, “what information could you possibly have that I would care about?” Amber eyes stay glued to the flat screen.

“I don’t hate you, Stiles.”

“Oh?” He asks with mock interest. Even though there’s something tickling at his heart that Jackson didn’t call him ‘idiot’ or ‘Stilinski’. He can’t allow himself to fall for the wolf’s tricks. He won’t let the rug get yanked out from under him. 

“Quite the opposite actually.” 

Stiles snorts and turns to make some smart ass retort. But his ‘yeah right’ gets stuck on his tongue finding Jackson’s face mere inches from his own. He gulps. Clearing his throat, Stiles takes a big sip before putting his bottle on the small table beside him. Too fuzzy and warm to process this, Stiles scooches until he’s pressing against the armrest. 

Jackson also places his bottle on the coffee table before sliding closer. Forcing Stiles to half turn into the couch while the wolf puts an arm on either side of him, completely encasing Stiles. “I like you,” he presses further, “a lot.” Jackson leans in until their noses brush, “tell me if you want me to stop.” 

Blame the wine. Blame his hormones for not wanting him to stop. Hell, blame everyone and everything, Stiles included. But he does have a massive crush on Jackson. Even though he knows damn well that he shouldn’t. The guy’s a prick. He has no problem letting people know that he’s better than them. Making damn sure to flaunt his money too. As if that makes him hotter or something. It doesn’t. 

No, it’s the icy blue eyes that make Stiles want to learn their secrets and harvest the knowledge. The wolf’s stupid jaw that’s perfect and Stiles just wants to bite it. He;s seen Jackson naked numerous times- thank you locker room shower’s forgotten concept of privacy. But god damn, when Jackson smiles- not his asshole smirk, but genuine smile- Stiles’ lungs and knees forget how to function. Despite his actions earlier, the teen is actually pretty happy to be stuck here. 

Only acting as though he hates Jackson because he was simply following the wolf’s lead. His eyes flick to Jackson’s bottle of wine- its contents too hard to see in the dark green glass from this distance- and back to hooded baby blues. There’s only two reasons Stiles can believe that this is actually happening right now.

Jackson’s drunk. Because Stiles doesn’t understand the extent in which wolfsbane affects werewolf's tolerance. Which would mean the ex-kanima has no idea what he’s doing and should go sleep it off. Stiles hopes it’s this because the latter is just too painful. 

Jackson’s fucking with him. Surely he doesn’t have actual feelings for Stiles. Maybe the wolf found out he’s bi and wanted to tease him about it. Although, something tells him that Danny would murder Jackson if he ever found out. Still. This is Stiles. Lowest on the lacrosse totem pole and not the wolf’s best friend. Is Jackson that cruel though?

Beautiful, parted pink lips get closer, so Stiles whispers, “you’re just drunk,” and turns his head away, hoping that’s the case here. Waiting for the joke to play out.

“I’m really not.” Jackson reaches over to grab his drink. There’s maybe three sips missing when he dangles the bottle for proof. “See?” The wolf puts it back, returning with a smirk and a cocked brow, “now will you let me kiss you?” Jackson chuckles, it’s a breathy sound, but doesn’t make to move closer. Leaving it to Stiles.

He’s not falling for that trap. The prove-to-me-you-want-it-so-I-can-kick-you-down trap by making Stiles lean in. “So you’re fucking with me then?” He should’ve known better. 

The other boy looks confused and a little offended. Jackson leans back farther, still sitting close, but no longer in Stiles’ personal space. He actually wants him to come back, but how could he ever tell the wolf that when this is just a game? “Why would I fuck with you about this?” Jackson’s voice is soft and full of so much emotion that Stiles almost believes him. 

“Uh, because that’s what you do?” Stiles gestures wildly like it should have been obvious. “You’ve made it perfectly clear that we’re not even friends. You were literally my bully when we were kids. I don’t- and i-it only got worse when I developed a crush on Lydia. Which I get, she was your girlfr-”

“What’s not why I was a dick.” The wolf cuts him off with a shake of his head. Stiles squints an eye at him, mouth still hanging open from the word that didn’t finish. “I was jealous.” 

“Why the fuck would you be jealous of me?” Stiles scoffs and Jackson ducks his head with a chuckle. “Lydia never even looked at me while you were together.” 

Jackson flashes a bemused grin when he looks back, “I was jealous of Lydia, you idiot.” The name usually bitten out comes with a tone that suggests it’s meant to be a term of endearment. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry that I wasn’t fawning over you like your little fan club, okay? My bad. You’re right, you’re incredibly hot and I should’ve stroked your ego by putting you some fucking pedestal-” Jackson swallows whatever other words and the surprised squeak from Stiles’ lips. He stares bug eyed at the wolf’s closed eyes. Jackson presses closer, his hand cupping the other boy’s cheeks while his tongue slides against Stiles’ bottom lip. Entrance isn’t given, he can’t really, Stiles is too shocked to do so. 

The wolf pulls away, still holding Stiles’ face, “I didn’t care that you thought she was attractive.” Jackson drops a hand and lifts his hips, pulling one of Stiles’ legs until the human gets the massage and- for some fucking reason- lays on the couch. The wolf’s hips immediately settle into the space created and Stiles can feel just how much Jackson wants this. Him. “I wanted to be the one you had a crush on because of the massive one I have on you.”

That’s a lot to process. If Jackson liked him then- “why did you make my life hell?” 

Jackson’s free hand falls to Stiles’ hip, rubbing softly and the other props himself on the armrest behind Stiles’ head. “I didn’t know how to handle the fact that I suddenly like guys. Well, a guy.” The wolf sighs, “Lydia knew and agreed to keep my secret as long as I needed her to. I’m sorry I treated you like that.”

Stiles has never seen him act so soft. Having Derek as an Alpha and a proper back must really be working for Jackson. It makes him charming in a way that his jerk persona never could. Being emotionally balanced and all that. 

“I’m going to ask you one more time. And I’ll know if you’re lying. So don’t do me any favors and don’t hide from me either.” The warning is evident. Don’t say it and not mean it. And don’t mean it but not day it. Otherwise he’ll walk. “Will you please, let me fucking kiss you?” 

Stiles fists his fingers in the wolf’s shirt- half expecting Jackson to snap at wrinkling his expensive clothes- to push him away or pull him closer, the other boy really doesn’t know. Until his arm moves of its own volition and Jackson’s mouth gets drawn to him. 

The wolf chuckles against his lips, “finally.” The hand on his hip grips tighter and the other comes back to his jaw. Jackson tilts his head up to deepen the kiss. Jackson kisses like he wants to swallow Stiles whole. Maybe he does. Maybe Stiles would let him. Panting he pulls away again, and the other teen bites back a whine. “I have one more question and then I promise I’ll shut up.”

The human playfully rolls his eyes, “what is it?”

“Be with me.” Jackson states. Stiles cocks his head to the side with a chuckle, that wasn’t really a question. But his heart skips a beat nonetheless at the implication of the wolf’s words. “Will you be my boyfriend?” 

Stiles is nodding before the request is completely out of Jackson’s beautiful face. “Fuck yeah, dude.” The wolf breathes out a laugh at the ridiculousness. “Now just kiss me. Please?” 

“Whatever you want,” Jackson grins and presses his body in further, claiming Stiles’ lips as his own. 

Stiles is now stupidly happy about this storm locking them in Lydia’s lake house. He got a boyfriend out if. 

[hunflowers]

Cecilia

Word Count: 8k

Requested? Nope, but you always can here :)

Mood Board

A/N: Yay, 70s! Harry is here :D I love it and I hope you do too my loves. And quick note, the song Cecilia by Simon & Garfunkel is basically the anthem of this piece, (*ahem* note the title) so maybe give it a listen while reading or before or after, whatever works! *nose boops*

Murder is the biggest extreme anyone could ever commit. It’s crazy to ever want to kill someone, to wrap your hands around someone’s throat, to stab them in the heart or the back, or maybe put a bullet between their eyes.

It’s extreme.

Yet, Y/N had every urge to murder Harry.

Her night was going just fine. It was going exactly how she wanted, and it was going to end exactly how she wanted. Danny was a super nice guy, a super handsome guy, and was exactly who she wanted between her legs in just a few hours time.

Fleetwood Mac was blaring over the speakers of the crowded club and Y/N was enjoying her third beer of the night as Danny held himself against her, placing sloppy kisses up the side of her neck while she circled her bottom against his groin. 

It was going extremely well until Danny said he was going to get himself another drink. Then the moment one body left her, another soon joined. One, that wouldn’t leave her alone.

“Harry! Back off!” Y/N groaned, pushing his hands off her hips. She noticed him earlier in the night when she and Danny walked in but she quickly avoided any contact with him the moment her eyes laid on him, praying to herself that he never spots her.

Clearly, luck wasn’t on her side when the curly-haired, green-eyed nuisance looked down at her with that infamous smirk. “You should be happy to see me. I’m here to save y’life.”

“Save my life? By cock blocking me?” She huffed, trying to step around him but was stopped when he grabbed her by the waist and turned her back to his front. The button-front of his white shirt was held together by two buttons near the bottom, his revealed chest pressed to the skin of her back as his jeans rubbed friction against the soft material of her skirt.

“He could be a serial killer for all you know. Plus, I’m practically begging you to have my cock, so what do you need his for?” He murmured into her ear, slowly starting to sway themselves to the rhythm of the song playing. Y/N could feel the growing tent in his jeans as they rocked, her breath slightly hitching in her throat when she thought about all of their past… adventures with one another. But that’s all it was; their past.

Y/N saw Harry more often than not, but the last time they had sex was well over a month ago, and she figured he’d get the hint by this point that she wasn’t interested anymore. He’s made it obvious that he wasn’t done with her, but she doesn’t settle for too long and she needs a new taste every so often. And she’s young, she doesn’t have this desire to situate herself with one man no matter how desperate he acts. 

Licking her lips and turning her head to her right to meet his eyes, their noses slightly sweep together as their breaths mingle over one another. “You’re old news, H, get real,” she hissed, her eyes raking over his features as he looks past her and into the deep crowd of the dance floor ahead of them. When she moved to remove herself from his grip, he held her back, one of his hands coming up to the back of her head and pressing his mouth down onto hers in a heated kiss.

She almost got lost in it, and almost let him have his way as she could feel her panties dampen the moment his tongue slipped past her lips. But then she heard, “Y/N?” and her mind reeled her back into reality and she pushed away from Harry in a second, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she looked to Danny who held a confused look in his eyes before he scoffed and turned back around.

“Wait!” She called, quickly turning around to Harry and sneering at him, “You saw him there didn’t you? Leave me the fuck alone.” And without even thinking about it she poured the remainder of her beer over his pants, dropping the bottle at his feet before running off to try and amend what she could with Danny.

When she finally pushed past the final group of bodies and made it outside into the warm Spring night air, she spotted Danny storming over to his car at the end of the parking lot, ignoring her pleas to stop walking. He looked over his shoulder one final time and shook his head before getting into his burnt orange Cadillac Eldorado and speeding off and away from her. Y/N let out a whine, stomping her platform heel into the ground.

Ever since she saw him stroll into her sociology class at the beginning of the semester she knew she wanted him. Not for long, but at least for one memorable night. Every class she noticed the way his eyes raked up the length of her legs and landed on her chest beneath the fabric of her shirts, so it was obvious he wanted her just as bad. But she had a serious roach problem, and she was moments away from snapping completely and snapping his neck.

Marching over to the nearest payphone, she called her roommate to come pick her up with a series of pleas and bargains since it was nearly one in the morning, and unfortunately for her roommate, she has an early morning Friday class. She didn’t expect to be stranded at this hour and she didn’t bring enough cash for a cab ride home. It’s not like Sarah would say no to her, but she sure as hell wasn’t happy about it either.

Sitting herself down on the curb below her, Y/N stretched out her legs in front of her, pulling a cigarette from her purse and her yellow lighter, putting the stick between her lips and inhaling the nicotine as she drew the flame against the tip. She was getting real sick of Harry thinking he could swoop in whenever he deemed necessary. Where was all this affection when they first started seeing each other? He was the one who pushed her away and turned her into who she is. He was the one that told her college and her early adulthood was about indulging in as many people as she can before she had to settle her life away. And now he changed his mind? 

Well, tough shit.

She was tempted to storm back in there and curse him out and knee him where the sun doesn’t shine, but truth be told, she wouldn’t even handle seeing his face again without seeing red or breaking down. This wasn’t the first time he crashed a date of hers, and she just couldn’t understand why he was so insistent on chasing her down. She doesn’t even understand how he always knows where she is, and if he shows up again she’s filing for a restraining order.

They met last year, right around this time when Sarah’s boyfriend, Mitch brought him over to their apartment for a little party. And before he came crashing into her life, she had herself somewhat together, in a happy relationship with her boyfriend of a few months. People like Harry that sleep around with anyone they can were never anyone she interested herself in hanging around. Then he swooped her off her feet, coaxing her to break up with her uptight boyfriend to live her free life, and eventually into his bed. 

Y/N told herself that was going to be the only time, because Harry was bad news, and everyone knew that, and she knew better than to get caught up in his messy life. But, he’s one hell of a sweet talker and whenever he was near she just knew she’d end up right back in his bed after getting out of it that same morning. Then she wanted more and he didn’t. And for some odd reason, the roles have reversed and she couldn’t be bothered to be in a relationship anymore. Especially with him.

Sucking the last bit of her remaining cigarette into her mouth, she dropped it to the street, stomping on it with her heel, picturing it to be Harry’s face instead. She’d already been out here for about fifteen minutes, and she’s surprised he hasn’t come running after her with his drenched pants. She saw his familiar light pink Plymouth sitting across the street, images of them together in the backseat flashing across her eyes before she closes her eyes and shakes her head as if rattling her brain will cause the memories to fly from her skull.

Noticing Sarah at the red light down the road, Y/N stood up, brushing the debris off her skirt and legs, crossing her arms over her chest with a pout as she sulked in tonight’s failure. When Sarah pulled up to the curb, Y/N opened the door, and as if she wasn’t being punished already, she heard Sarah say, “Hi, Harry.”

Snapping her head over her shoulder to the entrance of the bar behind her, Harry was walking out, car keys in his hand as his other ruffled his short curls. Then a petite blonde trailed after him, tripping over her own feet as a giggle left her thin lips, her nails digging into the skin of his arm as she steadied herself. Y/N’s jaw snapped shut after she realized it had dropped open at the sight, her eyebrows furrowing as she imagined stomping on Harry’s foot just like she did with the cigarette butt.

“Oh, so you get to fuck someone, but I can’t?”

“Y/N-”

“Hey, I wouldn’t waste your time on him! It’s really small, and he lasts maybe two minutes tops before he passes out,” she called to the blonde who’s smile wiped from her face in an instant. She scoffed, pushing Harry away from her before leaving his side and heading back in the busy bar. Y/N’s sure she’ll find someone else better and more suiting.

Harry looked to Y/N in disbelief and then to the spot next to him that’s now vacant, and then to Sarah who was rapidly beeping her horn to get her roommate into the car. “What the fuck was that?”

“Karma’s a bitch, asshole,” Y/N sneers, hopping into the car and telling Sarah to step on it.

What goes around, simply comes around.

❊ ❊

A week had gone by and, this time Y/N, Sarah, Mitch, and a few more friends were out. It was a celebratory night that finals week had finally been completed, and a few of them were due for graduation. 

Unfortunately for Y/N, Harry had been strung along for the night as well, but this time around, they were both ignoring each other for the sake of not being thrown out of the bar. When she saw his face pull up outside in his oh so precious car, it took everything in her to not fake an illness and go home. 

There was something about his smug face greeting her friends that had her knocking back shots of tequila quicker than she could blink. They also have some unspoken challenge going on as they continuously flirted their way around the copious amounts of young men and women, eyeing the other to see if they were watching. 

Y/N had actually noticed Danny in the crowd on the dance floor, worming her way over to him to say hello and to see if he still hated her. When she saw him in sociology the last few classes he avoided her when she sat down a few seats from him, and she couldn’t help but feel a little hurt at his now evident rejection. But, with alcohol running in both of their systems she hoped he had changed his mind even just for the one night.

Danny looked to her with a bored expression, hardly listening to a thing she had to say before interrupting her little spiel with a scoff, “Y/N, he told me everything and I don’t want to hear it.”

She froze up at that, pulling her head back in confusion as her brows scrunched together. “What do you mean, told you everything?”

“Look, I’m not a rebound okay? If you wanted to have sex because you like me, cool, I’m down; but I’m not having sex with you just to make him jealous or some shit. I got better things to do, sorry,” and then he patted her on the shoulder before walking away and out of her sight. 

Completely dumbfounded and embarrassed to have been rejected so publicly, Y/N turned on her heel and walked back to the table that her friends were sat at, a puzzled looking face nestled on her features. But, when she made eye contact with Harry who had his eyes dead set on her over the brim of his beer bottle, a little smirk peaking out and taunting her, she stomped over and slammed her hands down on the table in front of him, jolting the whole table to look at her. Harry was hardly fazed, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“What the fuck did you tell him?” She gritted out, leaning her face close to his. 

Again, he hardly had a reaction, jutting his tongue out to lick his lips. “Tell who, what?”

Huffing at his nonchalant attitude, she pulled on the collar of his printed shirt, their noses grazing. If she weren’t so angry, she’d say this was a pretty intimate moment as they kept their eyes locked on one another, their breaths mingling together as their mouths were only centimetres apart. In all honesty, they forgot they had friends just seats apart from them ogling the situation with worry.

To them, it looked like Y/N was about to twist his head in a full one-eighty. 

“Don’t play dumb with me, Styles! You’re not my father, stop trying to act like it,” she spat, pushing him back aggressively against his chair and storming away, again. If anything, she was more mad at the fact that she let him get under her skin again. She should just go up to any guy she chooses and kiss him hard on the lips to prove a point - but instead she’s biting her lip to refrain from screaming into the night and letting the pesky tears welling up in her eyes fall onto her skin. 

The bar wasn’t too far from her apartment this time, and she’d rather walk than ruin Sarah’s night anymore than she already did because of her dramatic ways. Not that she could really drive anyway since she was just knocking back tequila not even ten minutes ago. Maybe when she’s sober she’ll grow a tougher exterior and not let Harry get to her, but as she regains her balance after stumbling in her heels, she’ll sulk and cry the whole way home, and probably as she tucks herself into her sheets.

“Y/N!” Harry called after her, but she flipped him off over her shoulder as she continued her journey down the sidewalk.

Hearing the quickening pace of footsteps behind her, Y/N wiped at her eyes quickly to remove any traces of a broken heart. Feeling a tug on her bicep, she was whipped around to face his sorrowful face, his free hand immediately coming up to wipe the tears away from her eyes that seemed to betray her. “I... I’m sorry.”

She couldn’t help but let out a small pitiful laugh at that, looking away from him and watching the cars pass them by. “Just leave me alone, Harry.”

“Y/N, hey,” he paused, cupping his face in his large palms, trying to get her to look at him. “Baby, please look at me.”

“I’m not your baby,” she hissed, turning to look at him with a scowl.

“Got ya to look at me though, didn’t it?”

It was safe to say Y/N wasn’t amused, biting the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood. Harry nodded, realizing now wasn’t the time for joking, looking to his feet for a split second before bringing his eyes up to look at the crescent moon above them, letting out a puff of air before speaking up again. “Let’s split. Just you and me, let me make it up to you for being an ass.”

Y/N’s eyes widen in a fit of fury, her mouth dropping open in a gasp, “I’m not having sex with you! Are you ins-”

“No! M’fucking hungry and want a real meal, not the shit this joint serves. And we need to talk, so join me?” He clarifies, dropping his hands back down to his sides and propping them on his hips as he awaits her answer.

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as she contemplates her choices. She really doesn’t want to be alone with him, but she’s also starving and if he’s paying then there’s no use in turning down free food. Mulling it over for a few moments, she eventually nods her head in a soft agreeance, causing a bright smile to flash across his face.

“Alright, let’s go to Debby’s, her burgers always taste better late at night.” And with that, he was tossing his arm over her shoulders and tugging her to his side as they walked in sync to Debby’s Diner a few blocks over. They both had been drinking and figured it probably wasn’t safe to drive just yet, plus it was a really nice night, and the moon looked extra bright surrounded by its little star friends.

❊ ❊

It was insanely awkward. 

Probably more awkward then when they first had sex, and even that wasn’t this bad. Maybe it’s because they’ve never really had any heart-to-heart chats and this was new territory they weren’t exactly used to. 

“Cecilia” by Simon & Garfunkel flowed through the empty diner, filling the tense air that could be cut with a knife. Y/N mindlessly hummed along, sipping on her strawberry milkshake, looking anywhere but at the man in front of her. 

“You like this song?” Harry questioned, balling the paper straw wrapper before stretching it back out and then just squishing it again. 

Licking the whip cream from the tip of her nose, Y/N nodded her head, “It’s nice.”

“It describes us.”

She looked at him confused, “Excuse me?”

“I don’t like seeing you with anyone else,” he shrugged, leaning his elbows on the metal table, tossing his straw wrapper to the side. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone, ever, and I just get so tee’d off every time I see you out with someone that isn’t me.”

“That isn’t fair, Harry, and you know it,” she scoffs, leaning back into the booth, and crossing her arms over her chest. “Where was this months ago? When I wanted to be with you?

Poking his tongue at the inside of his cheek and swiping it across his bottom lip to reach the other side, Harry let out a sigh, running his hands over his face and through his hair. He can’t exactly pinpoint when he had a change of heart, or why for that matter, but he did and that’s all that’s important. He remembers her lying beside him, fingers dancing over the skin of his chest while her one leg was hitched over his waist as her exposed breasts were pressed flush against his side. She had asked him if they could be more than just fuck buddies and he easily turned her down in a way that wasn’t too aggressive but made it known he wasn’t one for girlfriends. 

At first Y/N was okay with that, not wanting to hop into a relationship so suddenly after just leaving one, but then she wanted more. There’s something about Harry, the way he presents himself to the world, not giving a shit about anything yet at the same time being so caring towards everyone. Whenever she saw him her heart would flutter, and heat would flood her body at the thought of getting to kiss him and hold him and have sex with him whenever she wants. But, he didn’t see it that way, at least not at first, and Y/N couldn’t put herself through the heartache anymore. So, she broadened her horizons, and put Harry in her past, making him just a friend.

Then his mysterious change of heart became evident, and he’s been hellbent on getting back into her good graces. It’s clear it was sparked by jealousy, but Harry wasn’t so sure that was the only reason anymore. Desire to have her as his, to make her smile all the time, to see her pretty face everyday of his life fueled his need for her. He loathed the idea of any other guy touching her, but he reveled in the idea of her touching him, whether it be sexually or just by holding hands. 

Harry didn’t realize it at first, but when she started pushing him away and going out with different guys from her classes, he knew he was starting to fall in love with her. He grew so used to the idea of Y/N being around and not hating him that without even noticing, he was falling in love with her.

So, if he needs to actually get on his knees to beg for her, then he will.

“I’m just asking for one more chance. Let me prove to ya I’m not so bad, pet,” he spoke softly reaching out to grab ahold of her hand but she pulled her hand away from his reach, biting down on her lower lip and thinking over his words.

“You made it near impossible for me to know anyone else for your own selfish purposes, and now, what, you want to go on a date with me? Why should I?” Y/N stressed, combing her fingers through the roots of her hair, tangling the makeshift curls she spent all day perfecting.

“I know, I know and I’m sorry. It started off as jealousy, I hated knowing other guys were putting their hands on you like I did, it just didn’t sit right with me-”

“But you were allowed to go out with Cindy? And Jenny? And Katherine? You have sex with me a few times and all of a sudden I’m only allowed to be with you even after you tell me you don’t want a relationship?” She spits, tilting her head slightly and glaring daggers into the side of his face as he looked off to the side to gather his thoughts.

Y/N wanted a better answer than jealousy. She wanted a better excuse than some pitiful jealousy that made her look like a pure whore in front of every date she had been on. Harry always swooped in when her date scurried off for a bathroom break or to get drinks or a refill on popcorn, holding her close and kissing her swiftly on the lips when he knew the date would catch them. It was his go-to plan every time, and each time before they left her ass, they would spit slander at her that had her stomach sinking and her eyes brimming with pesky tears. She wanted a better excuse than stupid jealousy that had her feeling like complete and utter shit whenever she ducked under her covers and cried away her pain.

She really liked Harry. She still does, even though he doesn’t deserve that. Whenever he did crash her outings, even though it pissed her off beyond belief, she knew he was jealous and jealousy stems from him caring about her and wanting her, and that excited her, as messed up as it seems. It’s not exactly the most stable mentality, but Y/N doesn’t care about stability, she just cares for honesty. “Be straightforward for once, please. You can’t say you don’t see yourself in a relationship with anyone, then hate seeing me with other people.”

He nodded his head and took a breath before beginning, “I don’t know how to properly express my feelings. I’ve had girlfriends but I always wind up breaking their hearts and they all end up hating me, so I think I’m better off without one. You don’t deserve for me to break your heart, baby, but I’m too selfish to let y’go. So, whaddya say, just one more chance, please?”

“Newsflash, I already do hate you, you prick,” Y/N rolled her eyes, leaning forward to take another sip of her half drunken milkshake. She was even bold enough to steal one of his fries and dip it into the sugar trap, happily munching on it as she processes what he just told her. 

Harry watched her as she looked deep in thought, biting on the tip of her straw as she sucked up the remains of her pink drink. He was nervous to what she was gonna say, because he knows he’s been an asshole and most definitely doesn’t deserve her kindness and rather deserves a slap to the face. When she poured her drink over his jeans, he was surprised she didn’t kick him in the nuts too. But, deep down he was praying that she would at least give him a try, and if she still wants to kick him in the nuts, he’ll let her.

Eating one more fry, Y/N refocuses her attention back on Harry, clearing her throat to say, “So you were jealous. What exactly was it that made you jealous? Was it the idea of them touching me? Kissing me? Or, how about them fuc-”

“Okay! That’s enough!” he scowled, taking the cherry from her shake and biting down on it, removing it from the stem. Y/N laughed, brushing the crumbs from the fries off of her fingers.

Then a brief moment of silence enveloped them, before she spoke up again, “Don’t make me regret this, okay?”

“So, that’s a yes?” He smiles, relief running through his veins as his body relaxes from all of the unknown tension he put on himself.

“It’s a yes.”

❊ ❊ 

Ever since Y/N agreed to giving Harry his chance at proving he’s not a total asshole, he hasn’t left her side. He’s been showing up to her apartment, serenading her to take a drive with him every morning to go to this park just outside of the city, showering her in flowers and breakfast foods to win her over.

And when she had to go to work, he offered to drop her off and pick her up, not wanting her to take the bus like she used to. “Too many looneys out in the world, pet.”

It was just past two weeks from their night at Debby’s Diner, and with time, Y/N was starting to warm back up to him. It was a process considering how they treated each other for months on end, but everyday without fail, Y/N was glad to see him. He wasn’t trying to make passes at her, no sexual innuendos or insinuations that they should sleep together, just two people building up a friendship that had been worn down.

It was a warm Friday night, and Harry insisted they go see a movie at the newly opened drive in a few towns over. They were showcasing The Godfather, a movie on both of their lists to watch, so he figured what better time and place to go see it. For the first half of the movie they sat in a comfortable silence, eating their snacks and popcorn and sipping on their sodas, but then Y/N grew restless with this whole no talking situation, shifting her body to look at Harry rather than Marlon Brando.

Harry paused in his chewing, turning his head to look at her confusedly as she just stared at him. He felt like he had done something wrong as he slowly swallowed his candy, muttering a “What?”

“Why haven’t you tried to kiss me?”

Harry’s eyes widen at the question, his lips rolling into his mouth as his eyes blink rapidly, wondering if he heard that correctly. “Sorry?”

“It’s been over two weeks and you’ve made no moves to kiss me or to have sex, and I’m just confused,” she states, her fingers twiddling in her lap as nerves struck her.

Y/N was just simply confused. Because she’s known Harry for a while, and she knows how he works either with her or with other women. His never ending libido and flirtatious attitude was one of the strongest assets of his personality, not that it was a bad thing, but when he wasn’t acting the way he normally does, Y/N grew more and more confused. Every time he came in on one of her dates, he would kiss her and hold her, and try to get her come home with him, but now as she sits on a date with him, he’s acting like the fucking virgin Mary.

This doesn’t mean she wants him to pounce on her and rip her clothes off every moment they’re together, but there’s this recurring anxious thought flashing through her mind that maybe he doesn’t see her like that anymore. It doesn’t make sense since he won’t leave her side, but she’s wondering if there’s something wrong with her for him to not act like he usually does.

“Is it me? Be straightforward, did I do something?” She murmured, tugging on the hem of her dress that had ridden up from her moving around on the leather seat. “Because, normally by this point you’d be trying to get your hand up my skirt.”

Harry sat and looked at her for a moment, bringing his hand up to pull at his bottom lip as he thought of something to say. Then he let out a giggle that had Y/N spiraling into more confusion as he shook his head mockingly.

“Do you want me to put my hand up your skirt?” He questioned, smacking his hand down on her thigh, giving the flesh of her skin a firm squeeze that had her yelp in response. On instinct, she pushed his prying fingers away, but immediately regretted it since his touch lit a fire stirring in her belly.

“Look, bunny, the thought of fucking you has been at the front of mind ever since you showed up in that tiny little number, but I’m trying to do this right. Need to prove that I don’t want you just for y’body,” he explained, this time resting his hand gently on her exposed thigh, to which she didn’t shove away.

Y/N nodded her head slowly in understanding, pursing her lips as her eyes glanced back at the movie being showcased ahead of them. “What’s going through that head of yours?” He asked, tucking back a piece of hair that had fallen from her ponytail.

Turning her head back to face him, their faces suddenly were only inches part, their noses barely brushing together. Y/N gulped at the proximity, her eyes going back forth between his sparkling green ones, before glancing down to his pink lips that she bets taste like the buttery popcorn he was just devouring.

Without so much of a second thought, she leaned forward pressing their mouths together in a soft kiss, sparks tingling her skin as he didn’t move to break them apart. Instead, he locked one of his hands to the side of her face, pulling her in closer, moving their lips in a slow manner, taking his time to appreciate the true softness of her skin that he had taken for granted whenever they shared heated kisses.

Y/N scooted herself on her knees across the bench, landing on his lap in a straddle, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders, deepening the intimacy of the moment. Nothing about this moment seemed rushed, and it was probably the most tame they had ever been with one another even if their hips began rocking together to gain friction in their cores.

They could’ve stayed like that for hours, completely engulfed in the other, tongues dancing together, trails of spit keeping them connected as they would part to catch their breaths before indulging in another round of making out. Harry’s hands kept themselves nestled nicely on the curves of her ass, his fingers digging into the flesh and most likely leaving bruises in his wake. Y/N lightly tugged at the roots of his hair, pulling his head back from her to trail sloppy kisses down the length of his neck. She even was bold enough to mark his skin with a decently sized hickey; It was only payback for the countless he’s left on her multiple times before and the few he sucked this night.

Departing from his mouth, she rested her forehead on his and took in a couple deep breaths, biting on her bottom lip as she let out a breathy laugh. “That was what was going through my head.”

“Fuck, you’re out of sight, Y/N.”

❊ ❊ 

They still haven’t had sex.

Y/N was overjoyed at first that he wanted to treat her like a proper gentleman, waiting until she was comfortable around him again to make any advances. But, after they shared that kiss from a month beforehand, she was definitely worried something was wrong with him. 

They had done other things, but every time they were just moments away from actual sex, he would pull away and say it wasn’t the right time or place. It was the most extreme case of blue balls, and she doesn’t even have balls. The weird part was that she could feel how hard he would get every time, but he always kept himself at bay.

It was nice at first, but now it’s just plain cruel.

Y/N didn’t want to act desperate, but he was being the ultimate tease and she didn’t know how much longer she could take this. She almost tempted him when they went to a festival and they were both high off their minds. Yet, even under the influence he had a stronghold and resisted the flirty bat of her eyelashes and the stellar handjob he got behind someone’s Volkswagen van.

Now as she sat in his lap, surrounded by friends in her apartment since Sarah and Mitch were having another one of their little parties, she was determined to have sex. Y/N finished off the remainder of her drink, purposefully rubbing her ass against Harry’s groin as she leaned forward to place her cup on the table in front of them. A little hiss could be heard leaving his lips as his fingers dug into her waist, giving her a silent warning to not do anything she’s gonna regret.

Little did he know, that was exactly what she wanted. At this point, she didn’t even care if they fucked in front of everyone, she just really wanted him. Looking over her shoulder, she sent him an innocent look before engaging in conversation with the boy almost completely passed out beside them. And again on purpose, she shifted her body against his thigh, which then in turn pressed her butt on his growing bulge.

While she was talking to Ben - she found out his name - Harry pulled her back against his chest, his mouth pressing against the shell of her ear, warm air fanning over her skin, chills shooting down her spine. “What’re y’trying to do, bunny?”

When she ignored his question, she felt him nip at her ear with his teeth, murmuring, “Act like a tease, gonna get fucked like one,” into her hair, groping at her exposed thigh.

Cursing to herself as Ben gets up to get another drink, she turns her face to look at Harry, bringing a hand up to push a few fallen curls off his forehead. Leaning close to him, she placed a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips replying back with, “Doubt it,” in a feisty tone, bringing her head back to smile at him before getting up from his lap and sauntering off to make conversation with anyone else.

Looking over her shoulder, she watched him spread his legs, elbows leaning on them as he lit a cigarette now between his lips. He cocked his head with a raise of his eyebrow, challenging her to try anything else. He couldn’t exactly blame her for acting the way she is, because like usual, he knows he’s been an asshole and not giving her what she wants. But, in his eyes, all of this built up frustration will only enhance the experience for both of them after not fucking for months.

“What the hell is going on between you two?” Sarah whispered in Y/N’s ear, casually following her eyes to see Harry looking at the little group on the opposite side of the room.

Y/N took the cigarette from her friend’s hands, inhaling deeply and giving it back, blowing the stream of smoke from her nose as she shrugged. “Nothing. Just putting him in his place.”

“I don’t think he got the memo,” she teased back, raising her eyebrows as a gesture that he was walking over. Then without fail, Y/N felt a tug on her upper arm and her back collided with a chest. 

“Mind if I steal my girl for a second?” He asked the group to which he got shrugs in return and one person to say Think it’ll be more than a second.

Sarah waved goodbye to Y/N as she was being pulled away, doing a sign of the cross and praying hands to say she was in her prayers. Y/N rolled her eyes but mouthed a thank you anyway. Before she could comprehend, she was tugged into the bathroom, the door slamming behind her as her back was shoved against it, Harry’s hands landing on either side of her head, his face mere centimetres from hers.

Y/N smirked up at him, gently brushing her nose against his, a sinister look dancing across her eyes. “Y’know, you could’ve just taken us to my bedroom,” she hummed, dragging her finger nail down the length of his exposed chest, stopping where the first button was closed just under his butterfly tattoo on his abdomen.

“What d’ya think is gonna happen, pet?” He murmured into the skin of her neck, peppering soft kisses up until he met her jawline then worked his way back down.

“You’re gonna stop being a tease and fuck me already,” she retorted in a gasp as his one hand came up to grope at her tit in her halter top. His head came back up to level with hers, green eyes boring into hers as he tilts his head in the same challenging manner from before.

“Is that so?”

“Well, if you’re not gonna do it then I’ll get someone who will.”

Then it was like a switch was flipped in his brain, and his eyes darkened, and a devilish smile painted his face before he took her face and smashed his mouth onto hers. His hands grabbed under her thighs and hoisted her up so her legs wrapped around his waist, his front grinding on her center feverishly, both of them letting out light moans at the contact.

“We both know you’re not gonna do that,” Harry muttered between kisses, his left hand leaving her thigh and cupping her throbbing heat over her panties, his palm pressing against her clit and his fingers tapping at the pool of wetness forming on the white fabric. Y/N’s jaw slacked open, her eyes fluttering shut at the slight relief he was giving her. “No one can give it to you like I can, baby.”

Before she could utter out a response, he pushed her underwear to the side before thrusting his middle finger into her fully lubricated hole. He pumped it in slowly, teasing her walls and ignoring her pleas for more, “Admit it, no one can treat you like I can.”

Then he added his ring finger, fastening his movements against her fluttering pussy. “None of those candyasses gave it to you like I did.”

“Every time you were with them you wished it was me. C’mon, Y/N, be straightforward,” he whispered in her ear, thrusting his fingers in at a brutal force, the heel of his palm rubbing harsh circles against her bundle of nerves that had her crying out in pure ecstasy.

“Fuck... O-only you can - shit, Harry please,” she cried out, her ankles locking behind his back and pulling him impossibly closer to her body, her head knocking against the wooden door behind her.

Harry slowed his movements for a moment, bringing his other hand up to her mouth and trying to block the sounds she was emitting at an extremely high pitch. She whined into his hand, bucking her hips to build the friction back up, the familiar feeling of her high dissipating as he stilled himself. “Y/N, you’re gonna ‘ave to be quiet. Don’t want anyone hearing you. Those pretty moans are reserved for my ears only.”

Just to be sure she stayed quiet, instead of muffling her with his palm, he stuck his thumb between her lips, pressing down on her tongue and ordering her to suck. It took a lot of control to not push his jeans and briefs down his body and fuck into her the moment she started swirling her tongue around the tip of his thumb, gently sucking on it and looking at him with her innocent doe eyes. He was determined to get her to come undone now, desperate to see her face morph into one filled with pleasure as he curled his fingers against her sweet spot, thrusting against it continuously. He whispered dirty things into her ear, urging her to cum for him, saying everything she likes to hear that helps her reach her peak quicker.

Y/N’s mouth dropped open again, but this time her moans came out all gurgled and muffled as he kept his thumb right where it was. Her thighs clenched around him as she wanted to close them instinctively, her orgasm building up inside of her until he hit her g-spot one more time and then her body was shaking uncontrollably. Harry helped her to calm down, placing a kiss to her temple and slowly settling her back down on the floor, her legs wobbling a little bit before she regained her balance.

“Need to take you somewhere more private, need to hear you for what else I’m gonna do to you,” he stated before taking her hand and leading her out of the bathroom.

And that’s how they ended up in his car in a deserted parking lot, in his back seat, Y/N on all fours while he thrust into her from behind. The backseat was a bit of a tight fit for the position they were in, but neither of them really seemed to care as they were into a euphoric state of mind.

Harry’s sweaty chest was leaned over and pressing into her back, his face nestled into the crook of her neck as he tugged lightly on her hair in a makeshift ponytail wrapped around his fist. Neither of them were shy about their moans and groans, practically screaming them to the world and putting all pornstars to shame.

Aside from their sounds of pleasure, the steamy car was filled with the sound of his hips slapping against her ass and the squelch of their centers coming together. Harry also left the car radio on to ‘give a nice ambiance while I wreck your pretty little cunt.’

“What -shit, what was that you said about my dick being really small? Or me only lasting two minutes? Could you refresh my memory, bunny?” He snickered into her cheek, delivering a particularly hard thrust into her that had her knees shifting up the leather seat. 

“You’re s-so tight, squeezing down on my big cock just nice. Fit like a glove,” he egged on. He placed his left hand on the wall of his car, stabilizing his balance a little more as he wrapped his other hand around her throat and brought her to a kneel. Y/N’s own hands reached out to balance herself anywhere she could put them,

“D’ya wanna say it again?” he continued to tease, halting his movements, waiting for her to say something back.

Y/N shook her head feverishly, bringing her bottom down against his cock to continue what he paused. “N-no, m’sorry.”

Harry tsked, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he released his grip on her throat and flipped them around so she was straddling him now. “Why don’t you put some work in if you want it so bad. Use me, pet, know you can,” he stated with a smack to her bottom that echoed throughout the car.

Y/N never dropped herself down on someone quicker. In one go she sank down on him to the hilt, the tip of his bright red head hitting a spot so deep inside of her. She swiveled her hips in circles, before kneeling up again and then dropping down fully again feeling him at the very pit of her tummy. Her clit brushed against his pubic mound, the tuft of hair rubbing against her swell, urging her orgasm to arrive quicker.

And if that wasn’t enough, Harry leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, kitten licking it and gently nipping at it before sucking on it. He paid close attention to her pert tits, covering her once bare chest in various bites, all while kneading the flesh of her ass, assisting her in her movements and bringing her down on him harder and faster.

“I’m… oh, I’m so cl-close,” Y/N moaned, her head falling to the crevice of his shoulder as he pounded up into her to meet her thrusts.

“Me too, pet. Hold on a little longer f’me,” he spoke, now brutally fucking up into her to get himself to match where she is. Y/N tugged on his hair like he liked, scratching her nails into his skin and muttering words of encouragement like, “Prove to me how wrong I was… Only you can do this to me, baby.”

Then with a few more sloppy thrusts, they were both hitting their highs, cumming so hard that Harry fell limp against the seat and Y/N against him. The long wait for this was definitely worth it as both of them took in gulps of air, meeting their mouths in a lazy kiss in triumph. Despite the ache of her body, Y/N lifted herself off of Harry and landed next to him instead, her head falling against his shoulder again as her eyes fluttered close.

Now, only the hum of the radio could be heard around them, that same Simon & Garfunkel song on like it was at Debby’s all that time ago. Y/N can remember Harry saying it described them, and as she sits here, completely enamored from the man beside her, she could attest to that.

Without knowing it, Harry was looking down at Y/N, humming the tune of the song as he sat in awe of her figure completely worn out next to him.

Jubilation, she loves me again.