#and scott responds ''no i was really whispering something!''

[magentagalaxies]

i love relistening to an angsty emo album i have on vinyl that was basically the soundtrack to all my 7th grade breakdowns and instead repeatedly laughing as i remember various bizarre little interactions i had with scott thompson back in toronto. like damn when they said "it gets better" i had no idea this is what better would look like but it's more than i could have ever hoped

[chr0llossexygf]

IN RUINS 2

PAIRING: spencer reid x fem reader

SUMMARY: spencer reid has always had something against you. during a particular case, spencer snaps and says something he shouldn’t have said leaving you in ruins. but what happens when your in danger and he still hasn’t explained why he reacted the way he did. will he have the time?

IMPORTANT COMMENT!!!!: hi my pumpkin cupcake stinky wonky pookie bears. IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN A FRAUD! 💔💔 jokes but I’m rlly sorry I haven’t been writing for the past months ive been to the hospital multiple times and also had someone close to me pull a ‘I’m dead’ card on me and then I was oh! BUT I think I’m okay I think I’m better and I’ll start posting more I have a lot of ideas but tbh this one was a draft before allat happened so it’s shit but and I wanted to get rid of it cus it js reminded me of everything that happened before 😭 BUT I’m rlly rlly sorry ITS SO LATE

" why is your mom calling you she hasn't called you in 7 months " scott anderson says rubbing his face repeatedly his fingers shaking, his other hand is in a fist digging his nails in the palm of his hand. he walks away from jj who's tied up on the floor with her feet and hands wrapped in rope. the grip on your phone tightens.

" she's calling me because it was my aunts birthday scott." you say looking at scott in the eyes. he stands up biting his nails. " your lying to me." he says walking to you, his eyes dark. you wish his eyes at-least looked like they had nothing behind them, but his eyes definitely have something behind them.

his eyes look determined. they looked commited. and he’s looking at you. your eyes widen. your hands become sweaty. you take a step back. “ i’m not lying to you scott.” you respond back gently shaking your head. you raise your eyebrows softly smiling at him. “ i wouldn’t lie to you scott.” you say the grip on your hand tightening to the point where your hand is shaking.

his gaze softens for a second, his eyes aren't so dark now. his eyebrows soften. " you wouldn't lie to me y/ n?" he whispers gently walking up to you. you nod gulping, " ¡ wouldn't lie to you scotty" you whisper smiling. he smiles. taking another step towards you. you take a deep breath in.

"y-your doing a great job y/n" spencer's shaky voice speaks into the phone. it's the only thing keeping you sane right now. he sounds nervous. you can hear him gulp repeatedly. he's stuttering a lot right now. he's probably blinking a lot. a habit he has when he's nervous. a habit you've absorbed from afar. " your doing a really really great job y/n. i'm so proud of you." no he shouldn't have said that. he should not have said that. he shouldn't have said that. you tear up. why are you tearing up? you can't tear up right now. not right now. please not right now.

your throat feels heavy. your heart feels heavy. a part of you feels funny. your ears feel funny, never having heard those words before. your brain is trying to process the words. it can't process them. it's funny though. no matter how much insane messed up stuff you've heard on the job none of it really ever seemed to take a toll on you. but hearing those 5 words. it's taking a toll on you. and it's not the right time. why are they so triggering. what are they triggering? the inner child inside of you who never got to hear those words? the teen inside of you who never got to hear those words? or is it adult you who still hadn't heard those words up until now? it's too much. why are you tearing up?

“ why are you crying.” scott says. something in his eyes has changed. oh god. his eyes darken. his eyebrows tighten. he’s shaking his head smiling. “ what is your mom saying? why is she making you cry? do you want me to kill her?” he says with pleading eyes smiling. he’s taking a step towards you. “ or are you not talking to your mom right now…” he mumbles. your eyes widen. you shake your head. “ or…your not calling your mom you bitch!” he shouts taking another step towards you. you don’t have time to react. he grabs you by the neck slamming you against the wall. his hand tightens around your neck.

you choke on your words. the tears that gathered up finally start to fall. your free hand wraps around scott's arm thats choking you. you repeatedly hit his arm. " please stop." you plead shaking your head. his grip tightens on your neck. " your a liar. your just like him." he spits his gaze darkening. he grabs your phone throwing it across the room. it knocks over a glass vase.

"¡'m not like him." you choke out shaking your head. " shut up! yes you are!" he shouts in your voice, spit getting on your face.

" let her go!" ji shouts from the floor. her voice cracks mid sentence. probably due to fear. watching you struggle is affecting her. just watching you struggle makes her feel as though she is the one struggling.

scott turns his head around. " what did you just say?" he says slowly releasing you. you take a deep breath in. you look at scott. another wave of fear hits you. what's he gonna say to jj? what's he gonna do to jj? she shouldn't have said anything. she should've kept quiet. he can't hurt her. you have to do something.

" i said let her go. you can't hurt her. she's what you want right? you can't hurt her. why would you hurt someone you love?" jj says her eyes darting between you and scott. to scott she looks desperate, to you. you know what jj's trying to say with her eyes.' we will be fine. seeing ji look at you like that. a rush of adrenaline hit you. you have got to do something. why are your hands so weak. why do you feel as though you don't have control of your body. why do you feel as though you can't control anything. damn it.

" you show love by hurting the ones you love." he whispers. you slowly reach for the gun in your pocket, trying not to alert him. and god is it hard " y/ n would know." he says chuckling. your so close to the gun. " isn't that right y/n?" he turns around to look at you. he sees your hand. he sees the hand thats reaching for the gun. he grabs your gun. your hand immediately forms into a fist, you punch him in the jaw. he falls back. holding his jaw. " you bitch!" he shouts.

you run to jj. you drop down to your knees. your shaky hands immediately start to undo the knots of the rope. "jj you need to get out." you say out of breathe. your trembling hands making it harder to undo the rope quickly. " no- what. y/n dont. i'm not leaving without you. the team is coming t-they're on their way y/n. ji says shaking her head in denial. her hands are untied. " god jj! i always follow your orders! just follow mine! just this once." you snap back moving onto her legs. you untie her. " get out of here now jj! he wont hurt me jj. hes obsessed with me he wont. trust me." you say nodding.

jj hasn't been a profiler for a long time. anyone else on the team would've called you out for your bullshit right now. if he wanted to hurt you. he definitely would. he would do anything to get you to be obedient. he could probably kill you if he wanted to. but jj doesn't know that. she thinks he's just a stalker who's obsessed with you and probably wouldn't seriously harm you. but you know unsubs like him all too well.

ji stands up running to the door. she opens the door. she turns to look at you again. you look at her and smile. " just go." you mouth. she quickly nods running out and closing the door. a wave of relief washes over you. jj is fine. jj is okay. jj is safe. he can't hurt jj anymore.

your not fine. your not okay. your not safe. he can keep hurting you. you turn around. he's standing right behind you. he's looking down at you. he's standing tall. his eyes are on you. his expression is dark. his eyes are empty. not a single thought behind his eyes. you were wrong. his eyes without a single thought behind them is scarier. because now you know, there's nothing really stopping him. there's no determination. there's no commitment. there's absolutely nothing behind those eyes. those eyes that are just about to do you harm.

“ me looking down on you…does this remind you of anything?” he says tilting his head to the side smiling. you shake your head. but oh boy do you know exactly what he’s talking about. your dad. “ oh right sorry. let me do something that will surely make you remember.” he says chuckling. he crouches down. he punches you right in the eye, your left eye. the one with the healed over stitches. you stiffen at his touch. not just because your scared of him. yeah of course your scared of him. but also because you’ve never had someone touch you in such an intimate place. you’ve never had someone grab your cheek and gently caress your scars.

he starts laughing. " oh my god let me see that" he gently grabs your cheek. tilting your head up towards him. he runs his finger on the scar. " he did that didnt he?" he whispers gently rubbing the scar. " he gave you this scar didnt he? i read it.. in one of your hospital records. he gave you this 2 weeks before he left right?" he whispers gently caressing the scar. your shaky hands reaches for his cheek.

he stiffens at your touch. he's just like you. " he gave this to you..right?" you whisper, gently caressing the cut on his lips. scott nods. " you and me.we are the same y/n. we both grew up in the same households. we both put up the same abuse. we..we are meant for each other y/n. your meant for me. and i'm meant for you." he whispers caressing your cheek gently. you nod.

" yeah.yeah we belong together." you mumble nodding gently.

i thought so too..until i saw a picture of you and your co worker spencer reid together." he whispers softly still smiling. your eyes widen. " w-what." you mumble. he chuckles, " yeah.i saw a picture of you two together. it was when you and your team were working that case in chicago." he whispers tightening his grip on your cheek. you shake your head.

" s-spencer? spencer reid? he-he means absolutely nothing to me." you say gently reaching for his hand. " don't lie to me." he whispers tearing up. " i'm not lying to you scott." you whisper rubbing your thumb gently against his arm. " your lying to

me. all you do is lie. your just like him." he whispers tears rolling down his cheeks. " i'm not like him scott." you whisper shaking your head, trying to calm him.

" your just like him.you lying bitch." he shakes his head standing up, forcefully pulling you up with him. his fingers dig deeply into your cheeks, surely 100% going to leave a mark. but who cares at this point.

" scott just listen to me-' he cuts your desperate cries with a punch to the mouth. you fall down to the floor, on purpose however. you want him to think your weak. your worn out. he can easily control you. he can easily throw you around like a rag doll. so he can feel some sense of confidence and have a sense of control. something he probably never experienced.

"i'm not listening to you. now you listen to me. you... you listen to me y/n. we are both the same person. we deserve absolutely nothing. we deserve everything our fathers did to us-"

" you know that's not true scott." someone speaks up from behind scott. their voice is strong and stern. it brings you comfort. never would you have thought, laying on the floor with blood dripping down your chin that the sound of someone's voice would bring you comfort. your heart feels warm. you can feel the familiarity of having control over your body come back. you smile. how could you be smiling at a time like this? your smiling. really hard while looking down at the floor. you refused to look up at scott. you refuse to do so.

because deep down you know you would be staring at the version of yourself that's buried deep inside you. that part inside you that keeps you wondering everyday, if you didn't take the path you took would you be like that. would you have done the same thing he had done? what makes him so different from you. just because you carry an id that gives you power over any normal civilian and a gun that's supposed to protect you and others. that doesn't make you any different though. because even though you have those things, you still think like scott. what if you truly don't deserve anyone in this world that would treat you with respect? what if you truly deserve someone as messed up as fucked up ad you are? because then they wouldn't understand right? they wouldn't understand how your mind works. but..like scott said. you probably deserve someone like scott, someone so sick and twisted-

why are you like this. why are you taking his words to heart. are you really that desperate and pathetic that you start taking an unsubs words to heart just because he shared an intimate moment with you. why? is it because you never in your life had experienced something like that and now you yearn for it? you start to believe every word he's said. your so naive. and your so vain. how can you be so gullible. why are you the way that you are. none of what scott said is true. none of it, absolutely none of it.

your too preoccupied with your brain breaking you down too notice two people coming over to you. your zoning out. your thinking hard. really hard. something like this requires a lot of thinking. but it shouldn't though. your supposed to just shrug off his words. not pay any mind to them. he's a mentally ill unsub who's murdered 5 women. nothing he says should make you reason with his thinking. there's nothing to reason with. he's insane. your not insane. your not insane. your just a girl who's seen some insane things.

" hey. your okay. i got you." morgan says gently grabbing you by the arms. "i got you y/n." he whispers picking you up gently. you stand up looking at the wall infront of you still zoned out. " hey y/n." emily pats your shoulder gently tilting her head to the side looking at you with such pain. you shake your head and look at both of them. " hi emily." you respond looking at emily blinking repeatedly. " hey you." she says smiling. " we've gotta get you to the ambulance come on y/n." morgan says wrapping his arms around you, pushing you into him.

" j-i don't need medical care morgan." you say trying to push your heavy head away but finding it way too hard. he feels too comfortable. too comforting. he feels too nice. his cologne smells masculine. really masculine. why is it comforting? why does it bring you comfort? you close your tired eyes for a second. " hey hey don't close your eyes on me I/n." morgan says tilting his head around to take a look at you, you shake your head softly. " i'm not dying morgan." you groan.

emily chuckles. " morgan's probably enjoying this." emily says wrapping up arm around her shoulder helping you walk, " cant have derek enjoying himself too much we all know how cocky he'll get and how high his ego will sky rocket." emily adds on looking at you smiling. her words make you chuckle. a painful chuckle. when your lips curve to let out a laugh a wave of pain washes over your face. "ow ow." you chuckle closing your eyes. morgan shakes his head,

"yeah you wish you can have a bit of this ego." morgan replies.

rossi opens the house door. his eyes immediately look to you. " it's alright i've got her." he says running to you. " derek go take care of reid he's in the ambulance." rossi says putting his gun away. morgan slowly and gently lets you go. rossi quickly replaces morgan. your head immediately shoots up. that hurt. you didn't even know you could do that. why did your head shoot up so quickly? just a second ago you were leaning into morgan for support because you couldn't bare to hold your head up and now suddenly you have all the energy in the world to shoot your head up.

"w-wait whys reid in the ambulance?" you ask your eyes wide, your pretty sure your eyes are half closed though. you can't bare to hold them open. you can already feel your left eye bruising. you can taste blood in your mouth. and you know there's blood dripping down from your eyebrows, from the healed over stitch. rossi and emily push you forward helping you walk. why aren't they answering you? what happened to reid? whys he in an ambulance? is he injured? what's wrong with spencer? what happened to spence? " i think that's a question he should answer." rossi says. what does that mean?

your quickly brought out of the house, thank god. you feel like if you spent another second in there you would go ballistic and break down crying. your heads down, your too tired. you see a pair of shoes infront of you. who's shoes are those? who is that? and why did they stop right infront of you? it's not spencer. spence would never wear those shoes. he was wearing converse earlier. dark blue converse. why do you remember all of this? don't you have some sort of concussion? how do you remember what pair of shoes spencer wore? god...

you feel emily and rossi's grip weaken around you. the unfamiliar person infront of you reaches forward and takes you. they lead you away from rossi and emily. your too tired to even care. they lean you against them. " where's...what's wrong with dr spencer reid?" you mumble stumbling in their hood barely having the energy to hold yourself up. " it's alright i°ve got you. here." they sit you down on something. there's bright red lights flashing around you. an ambulance.

" ma'am i'm gonna get an IV bag started is that alright with you?" the medic asks opening a cabinet. you nod your head hazily. you lean your head against the walls of the ambulance. he takes your arm rolling your sleeve up. you feel the soft pinch. your thankful for it though. it's stopping you from dissociating and falling asleep. you don't wanna fall asleep until someone tells you why spencer is in an ambulance. why do you care for him? why do you care for him after everything's he said- oh right. after what he's said. why do you care for him after he just publicly embarrassed you? that's so stupid. why are you so pathetic and desperate. did he publicly embarrass you? half of the team probably already knew. it's not that hard to figure out. it’s probably why you are the way that you are. they’re profilers. of course they would figure that out. what he said was true. they all probably agree. oh god..

" let me go! let me go! i don't need medical attention she needs it more than me! let me see her!" you hear a voice shout from the distance, you recognise it. your heartbeat quickens. not like earlier though. not in the way your heartbeat quickened earlier. that was in fear. no. this. this is in relief. your stomach starts to stir. in nervousness. your still leaning your head against the wall, but your looking down. your hair covering your face. you stop hearing his voice.

" ma'am i need you to lift your head up." the medic says gently placing a tray next to you, a tray your guessing is full of medical supplies and alcohol. you softly nod your head sitting up. the medic grabs one of the medical instrument opening the wrapping. he moves to the side to quickly put on gloves.

“ oh my god y/n..” you hear him say your name, in so so much pain. he sounds so upset. is he in pain? why does he sound so upset. what happened to him. is he okay. you look up. you see him. you look into his eyes. and suddenly all the words he’s said earlier rush buck into your clouded messy mind. but they don’t hurt as much. your so used to men blurting out hurtful words to you and you having to get over them, what else do you do? ask them to apologise? expect them to apologise?

no. they don’t do that. they’ve never done that. best thing to do is just get over it, because you probably deserve it right? that’s what you were taught.

he looks tired. his eye bags look darker than what they usually would look like. his hair is messier then usual. the two buttons on his dark blue vest are unbuttoned. he’s wearing his fbi vest. his dark blue pants have wet stains on the side of them. your guessing because he would repeatedly wipe his sweaty hands on them. a habit he has when he’s nervous.

he looks into your eyes. he sees the bruise that's already forming in your eye. the trail of blood rolling down your eyebrow from what he can see, that scar you have. you have blood rolling down the side of your face. your neck is red. an imprint of a hand already appearing. his heart hurts. it hurts so much. seeing you like this. but how dare he right?

how dare he feel pain in his heart? the pain your feeling physically and mentally is probably 10x worse than what he’s feeling. he wishes he was feeling it though, he wishes that right in this second all your pain would be transferred to him. add it on to his pain. he feels so guilty. you don’t deserve this. this is his fault. this is his fault. this is all his fault. your never gonna look him in the eye again. whenever you do your gonna remember this day. and how much pain he put you through. he hates it. he hates it so much. he hates himself so much.

"y-y/n." he's out of breath. he doesn't know where to start. he didn't have time to think of an apology, spending the entire car ride panicking nervous about you and wether you were safe or not. but now he can't think of anything.

he can't think of anything when looking into your eyes, the only thing he's thinking of is how badly he wishes he can go back in time and prevent all of this from happening. or make all of this happen but only put himself in your shoes. make him go through all this pain instead of you. You don't deserve this. you don't deserve him. you don't deserve his stupid apology that's about to come, that is if he can even muster up an apology right now. you deserve so much better than him.

"y/n i'm so sorry." spencer starts shaking his head his eyes wide. he can't think of anything. his iq of 187 has suddenly dropped down to 20. spencer who seemed to never stop his rambling suddenly can't think of a single thing to ramble on. you just made him stupid. and not in the way it's supposed to be. you make him stupid when you smile at him. not like this. he can't think of anything. he doesn't know where to start. he shakes his head.

" god can't you do your job!" spencer snaps grabbing a medical wipe and pouring saline solution on it. he stands infront of you. his angry demeanour quickly vanishes once his infront of you. something just hit him. he freezes infront of you. it's like all the color, the little color he already had in his face has drained.

you look at him in confusion. all though your upset at him it doesn't stop you from caring and growing concerned. " w-what?" you say blinking repeatedly looking at him. hes still looking at you. his lips part. he blinks repeatedly. he shakes his head.

"i-i'm just..i got scared." he stutters his voice cracking. " why?" you ask tilting your head to the side. " i'm scared your gonna flinch once i touch you." he replies quickly. really quickly. any normal person wouldn't catch it. but you did. vou've learnt to keep up with spencer's quick rambling. oh. oh. whys he so considerate? y/n stop. you can think that. you look down at your thighs. unable to think of anything to say. if he did touch you. would you have flinched? would you have reacted? you don't know. but spencer's not him. right?

" i'm not gonna flinch spencer." you say looking up at him. he nods his head gulping, "a-alright." he says. he lifts his shaky hand up. he gently dabs the medical wipe on your cut. disinfecting it. ouch it burns. your nails dig into the palm of your hand. his eyes are stuck on the cut. the scar. he knows where it's from. he might've been with garcia when she did her usual background snooping on new members of the team 2 years ago. he remembers how guilty he felt after it. finding out about such a dark part of your life without your knowledge or permission.

but that guilt doesn't compare to the guilt he's feeling right now. he feels tremendously guilty, he caused the scar to re open. all because of his foolishness. if he just shut his mouth earlier and wasn't such a smart ass. if he maybe was the one to go with you to scott anderson's house and not jj he would've been able to protect you. he probably would've shot scott anderson the second he would've laid his hands on vou.

he doesn't trust himself aorund vou. atleast not from the harm of unsubs and has the need to shoot any of them if they ever did you harm. he would probably lose his job. if he was there he probably would've lost his job. but he doesn't care. for your safety. he doesn't care.

" i'm so sorry y/n-" you can feel the medical wipe shake on your eyebrow, from spencer's shaky hands.

" it's fine spencer." you mumble looking into his eyes. is it fine though? is it really fine? whys he apologising? he's not supposed to be apologising right? this is new. this is so very new. they never apologise after hurting you. this is so unfamiliar? how are you supposed to react? do you tell them how you really feel? do you immediately accept their apology? they never apologised to you when they hurt you. whys spencers apologising? what do you say?

" it's not fine y/n. i-i hurt you. i c-caused this." he says spitting his words out in a shaky manner. what do you say or do? you've never made it this far whenever something similar to this happened in the past.

" spencer it's fine. i shouldn't have egged you on earlier anyways-" why are you taking the blame. y/ n stop. it's not your fault. it never is your fault when something like this happens. y/n please. it's not your fault. stop taking the blame. his heart aches even more. his throat feels heavy. who hurt you like this? who broke your heart like this? who messed up your image of love like this? who hurt you this bad. he hates them. he hates them for making you like this.

" y/n i know you have the personal need to justify everything i've said but y/n stop, just stop. i hurt you okay. and even though saying that out loud and accepting the fact that i said that it thr worst thing i've ever done in my entire life it's nothing compared to what you felt when i said that. i don't wanna be like him y/n. i don't wanna be him. i don't want you to think i can be him. i don't want you to see him everytime you see me y/n. because that would kill me even more. y-you don't have to talk to me anymore y/n i just don't want you to flinch or have this horrible feeling of rememberence whenever you see me. please just.. just don't take the blame for this because it's my fault. this entire thing was my fault and i put you through this y/n. you don't deserve this. i'm really sorry.”

spencer rambles. trying to push the heavy feeling in his throat away. he can't cry. he doesn't deserve to cry right now. he's nervous though. he's nervous about what your gonna say. he doesn’t have the right to feel nervous though. he should accept whatever it is. he did this to himself. whatever the outcome is. he just hopes you don’t have a sense of fear wash over you whenever you look at him and get memories of this day. that is if you ever look at him after this day.

no one's ever said that to you. you feel your tired eyes tear up. your about to cry. oh no. spencer panics. does he comfort you? do you even want his comfort? he doesn't deserve to touch you, he thinks. he drops the medical wipe.

" n-no please don't cry. ill go call

over emily or jj or morgan or hotch just p-please dont cry. i'll go-" it physically aches him to leave you like this. but he has to. he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable. he just made you cry. you must really hate him. he understands though. he just wishes you understand how sorry he is. but you probably will never know. because you probably don't expect him to feel sorry, you probably think he's faking it. he just needs you to understand that he's not him. he's not your dad. spencer actually feels sorry. he feels so so sorry for everything he's done and said. but you had to put up with years of your dad taking apologises you probably don't believe his. he hates himself.

you stand up. you barely have room to think clearly before a tear rolls down your cheek. spencer immediately removes his fbi vest, you bury your head against spencer's chest. you wrap your hands against his chest. he doesn't wrap his hands around you though. he's scared to touch you. your not sobbing. your too tired to sob. you just let tears slowly roll down your cheeks. " your not him spencer." you say out loud. spencer's heart skips a beat. he slowly wraps his hands around you. " i'm still mad at you. you shouldn't have said that earlier. b-but i forgive you spence." you mumble against his chest. he shakes his head, " you shouldn't forgive me y/n. your supposed to be mad at me. your supposed to be yelling at me. or-or hitting me." he says.

" i am mad at you spencer." you say pulling your head away wiping the tears.

"alright. good." he says

looking down at you. " oh god- im sorry that was stupid i shouldn't have hugged you-" you immediately start apologising shaking your head. you immediately sit back down. oh god your so stupid. why did you just hug him? your so embarrasing oh god. did you feel the need to hug spencer because you just needed to make sure that spencer wasn't him.

not that you would know what your dads embrace would feel like. but you just needed to make sure.

" no please don't apologise. d-do you mind if i sit next to you?" spencer asks pointing at the space next to you. you look at him and slowly nod your heart. he sits next to you. " once ive healed i'm yelling at you spencer." you say looking down at your legs, your tired eyes aching. " alright." spencer says nodding. you should yell at him. and you will. he had no right. but your too tired right now. you just hope. you really really hope that spencer doesn't spiral once your back in quantico and probably will forcefully be taken into the hospital by emily and jj. you really hope he doesn't drown himself in guilt and spiral. why are you so caring? does spencer care about you the way you care about him? that's foolish right? he wouldn't right? does he feel his heart quicken when he sees you? does he care the way you care? that's stupid god y/n you probably have a concussion just shut up.

yeah how stupid y/n. because if you knew the way spencer cared about you or the way his heart quickens when he sees you. you wouldn't believe it. it will take time though. it will take time for you to believe it. he's willing to work hard during that time. he just hopes you know even the slightest bit. but he wont say anything right now. you've already been through enough. he wont say anything for a while. though when the time is right. maybe you'll finally know how much he cares about you. for now, he'll settle for this just for now. until he can gain your trust back and make his feelings known. he'll settle for this. because just being next to you makes him happy.

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[ptergwen]

starks daughter reader x peter parker, making out? like the avengers ask jarvis to show what’s happening in her room and they see what’s happening?

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w/c: 719

warnings: 18+, explicit language, implied smut

a/n: i made one little change so it’s friday instead of jarvis but everything else is the same so i hope you don’t mind and that you enjoy! also don’t forget to join my new taglist y’all mwah

“y/n…”

you’re kissing down peter’s neck, lips leaving goosebumps on his skin. he’s practically writhing underneath you, and you’ve hardly even done anything.

yet.

“y/n, baby.”

you grip the collar of peter’s shirt in both hands and bring your lips to the shell of his ear.

“yes, peter?”

“c’mon, we can’t. we’re… we’re gonna be late for dinner.”

“wouldn’t you rather eat me instead?”

your teeth sink into peter’s earlobe, a hand traveling down to the bottom of his shirt. peter throws his head back and closes his eyes, trying to resist you, but he can’t. you’re his weakness.

“fuck, y/n/n. don’t do this to me.”

“what, is there something else you want me to do to you?”

you start to pull peter’s shirt over his head, but he grabs both your hands in one of his.

“we’ve gotta go join the others. you know how important team dinners are to your dad.”

“and you know how much i despise them.”

“yeah, but i don’t understand why. i think they’re a sweet idea.”

“i think they suck.”

“how come?”

“steve makes the blandest food, thor has literally zero table manners, and everyone’s always asking me questions. way too many questions.”

“you mean trying to get to know you?”

“it’s the fucking worst.”

peter chuckles and pulls you in by your waist.

“you really are a stark.”

“am i? because the leader of the pack came up with this whole team dinner thing.”

“your dad just wants everyone to spend more time together.”

“well, i just wanna spend time with you.”

you peck peter’s lips. peter smiles and secures his arms around your waist.

“at least wanda’s cooking tonight. means the food will actually have some flavor.”

“yippee.”

peter lets out a breath.

“i’d be more than happy to eat you for dessert, but dinner first, okay?”

“or i could be your appetizer.”

your lips attack peter’s before he can respond. despite himself, he gives in this time, kissing back with just as much fervor.

-

“what’s taking them so long? the chicken paprikash is almost done.”

“looks delish, wanda. i’ve never had sokovian food before.”

“oh, thank you, scott. you’ll love it.”

“sure, sure. i bet i will. i just, y’know… it won’t be spicy, will it?”

sam elbows bucky’s arm.

“dude thinks paprika is spicy.”

“and i thought i was bad.”

scott frowns.

“what? it’s a spice, isn’t it?”

tony enters the dining room with a grin, rubbing his hands together.

“hey, gang. smells good in here, little red.”

“thanks, tony. i’m just about ready to serve it. we’re waiting on the kids.”

“oh? they’re still not down yet?”

“nope,” bruce sighs. “i saw them sneaking up to y/n’s room earlier,” natasha smirks. “dang, you didn’t have to rat them out,” sam remarks.

“like you wouldn’t do the same.”

“fair.”

“stop teasing, you two,” steve chastises. “no, no. this is true. i passed little stark and the spiderling on the stairs,” thor says.

tony glares at thor.

“so you all knew they were canoodling, and no one thought to tell me?”

“uh oh, drama,” scott whispers to wanda. “canoodling?” natasha snorts.

steve shoots them both looks.

“i’m sure they’re on their way down, tony.”

“yeah? let’s find out.”

tony double taps his glasses. his artificial intelligence comes to life.

“friday, show me y/n.”

“on it, boss.”

friday taps into her system that’s installed in your room and broadcasts the feed to tony’s glasses. he immediately regrets asking her to do so when he sees what you’re up to. yours and peter’s tongues are quite literally down each other’s throats, and peter is trying to take your bra off, but struggling to unhook it.

tony rips off his glasses and tosses them onto the dining room table. he shudders, shaking his head to rid his mind of the image. natasha puts on tony’s glasses to see for herself.

“yup. they’re canoodling, alright.”

“for real? this i’ve gotta see.”

“wait your turn, wilson.”

tony snatches his glasses back from natasha.

“absolutely not. no one will be taking turns watching my daughter and parker swap spit. have some class, will you?”

“yeah, have some class!” thor chimes in through a mouthful of bread wanda had put on the table.

wanda joins everyone with a serving plate of food.

“chicken paprikash, anyone?”

tags: @mystic-writings @just-lost-inbetween-worlds @lnmp89 @jenoslov @crvshnburnn @yourlocalomlette @starlight-starks @belovasheart @liltimmyst @eviewriites @hollandsangel @parkerctrl @eichenhouseproperty @inthegetawaycarwithtaylah @varshhyy @ellebutnotwoods @magicalxdaydream @tayyx

[babysukiii]

fallingforyou (1)

lottie x fem!reader enemies to lovers au <3

// lottie matthew’s does not like you. you’re annoying, preppy, and way too nice. lottie doesn’t fail to show you time after time just how much she hates you. you finally get the message and steer clear of her, until senior year, when you both get paired up for a science project. //

i’ll never make it right (if you don’t want me ‘round)

you don’t really know why lottie matthews hates you, but she does. she has since freshman year, and up until senior year, nothing changes. lottie isn’t known for being a mean person… in fact, she’s actually very nice. but for some reason, she just hates you. you don’t really know what you did, or why she treats you like you’re absolute garbage… but she does. you aren’t really the type to beg or try to make someone like you, especially someone popular and rich like charlotte isobel matthews.

you’ve never really been popular at all. your best friend is natalie mary scatorccio, and you’re mostly friends with the ‘nerds’ and ‘dorks’. you’re even friends with a few theater kids. everyone at school knows who you are, but you aren’t really interested in your social status. in fact, sometimes in lottie’s opinion it was almost like you didn’t care at all. you walked around so carefree and unapologetically yourself… lottie for some reason hated that. she hated that while she had to take her meds, and act like someone she’s not; you get to be whoever the hell you want.

today though, everyone around lottie matthews was feeling her wrath. it wasn’t unusual for lottie to be catty, or snappy when someone deserved it, but today it seemed as if the yellowjackets sweeper was angry at everyone and everything. you were steering clear of her since this morning and natalie noticed the way you had been avoiding her as well. it wasn’t unlike you to try and avoid lottie; she was unnecessarily mean and always had a sardonic response to whatever you had to say, but you never avoided natalie.

“jesus christ, what the fuck is wrong with you today, matthews?” mari asks in frustration after falling right on her ass. lottie had just knocked her out of the way in order to get the ball during practice. mari was currently glaring up at lottie from the grass she had landed on. “get your head in the game, and maybe this wouldn’t be a problem.” lottie responds in a way that everyone recognizes. she’s clearly in a mood and it causes the girls to exchange looks of uncertainty. coach scott blows his whistle as soon as mari stands up.

“alright, that’s enough practice for today. everyone get changed and go home.” he dismisses the girls who all sigh in a bit of relief. as everyone begins to get off the field, tai makes her way up to natalie; jackie not too far behind. “hey, what’s wrong with lot?” tai asks in a whisper, as they all rush into the locker room. “she’s just being an ass because ms. weinstein paired her up with y/n for a chemistry project.” natalie says, and mari groans. “what does that have to do with us??” the raven haired girl complains.

“why can’t she just ask ms. weinstein for a new partner?” jackie asks and natalie smirks, “y/n already tried. i think that’s why lottie’s pissed.” natalie states, and jackie throws her head back and lets out a laugh. “oh wow, that’s a new one. y/n wanting to switch partners? she’s gonna get lottie an easy ‘A’ and lottie’s being a di—“ jackie cuts herself off as soon as lottie begins to walk up to them; a scowl etched onto her face. “you assholes do realize that my locker is right on the other side of yours right? i can hear everything.” the taller girl points out.

you used to always try to talk to her. you’d smile at her, and compliment her outfits. yet she’d always scowl at you or have a clear expression of annoyance, and say something harsh. she noticed you stopped smiling at her in the middle of junior year. this year, you’ve barely even spared her a glance. lottie didn’t even think you realized you were both in ms. weinstein’s class together, but apparently you did. “you’re not the only person who’s unhappy about who you got paired up with. it’s just a few weeks. try not to be such a cunt about it.” natalie says seriously, and lottie rolls her eyes in response.

“i can’t help it if she’s insufferable.” the taller girl mumbles under her breath, causing mari to shake her head and make a face. “she’s insufferable?” mari asks sarcastically as she finishes getting dressed. “i think y/n is nice. she let me copy off all her notes in trig last month.” shauna shrugs as she brushes her in the mirror inside of her locker. “yeah, she remembered my dog had surgery during the summer and she brought me a bag of treats for him when the year started.” akilah pipes up, causing lottie to scoff.

“okay, so she remembered a few things you said, and she let you cheat off her work. who cares? she’s still annoying.” lottie states before swinging her duffle bag over her shoulder and walking out. natalie shakes her head, slamming her locker shut. “i swear if she so much as makes y/n shed a single tear, i’m kicking her ass.” natalie says in a tone so serious, nobody dares question it. though, most of the girls knew how sensitive you were; everyone did. it was only a matter of time before lottie actually did hurt your feelings.

the next day at school, you and lottie have yet to discuss anything about the project. you two haven’t even decided on a topic, and you’ve never been unprepared for a school assignment before. but right now, your pride was too important to you. you didn’t want to be the bigger person and cordially talk to lottie. you’ve tried that; you’ve done nothing but try and be polite or nice. yet all of your efforts have been rewarded with rude comments or bratty behavior. so you were done trying.

“okay i want you all to get into your pairs and talk about the project you should’ve gotten started on yesterday.” ms. weinstein announces, causing you to nearly sink into your chair. you can feel a pair of dark eyes on you, and you look over in lottie’s direction to see her already staring at you. as if she’s waiting for you to make the first move. you internally sigh, realizing that you’re probably going to have to be the bigger person again.

finally, you get up and hesitantly make your way over to the empty seat beside lottie. “hi.” you greet her a bit quietly, and she nods, “hey.” she retorts in a low, uncaring manner. you take a breath, “maybe we could do a study of saponification reactions. it’s just an option, i honestly don’t care what topic we do.” you admit and she nods, thankfully not saying anything rude yet. “we can do that. i don’t care either.” her voice is curt and the answers are short. you nod slowly as you open your notebook to the next blank page, and label it.

lottie notices you use a blue color pen to label it, and then a black one to take actual notes with. you have a whole bunch of colored pens in different colors for your notes, and how prim and proper your writing was seemed to irk her too. then her eyes seem to dance up to your face; the way your brows creased together in slight concentration. your hair was a bit frizzy during this time of day because school was almost over, and lottie could smell your overwhelmingly girly perfume. it smells like vanilla.

“did you want to work on this at your place or mine?” you wonder out loud, the pen never leaving the paper. “yours.” lottie answers way too quickly, but thankfully you don’t say anything about it. you nod, “okay. here’s my address and the number to my landline in my room.” you say as you turn to a new page, and write your phone number and home address down. you tear the page out when your done, and hand it to lottie who says nothing as she takes it.

lottie pauses for a moment, thinking about how much she hates her house. she wonders if maybe you hate yours too. “we could work in the library if you don’t want to work at your place.” the noirette actually sounds considerate as she says this, and you look surprised for just a second, before offering this shy smile that she hadn’t seen directed at her for nearly a year and half now. “it’s okay! i don’t mind working at my place. my little sister practices the violin after school sometimes… but she’ll be quiet if i ask.” you assure her and lottie only nods in response.

“anything else you wanna warn me about?” she inquires a bit sarcastically, and you nod. “my older sister is kind of a bitch.” you say bluntly, taking lottie by surprise. she’s never once heard you curse. at all. you can’t help but laugh lightly at her reaction, “she’s not that bad though…” you trail off before the bell rings, and you immediately start putting your things into your backpack. “wait, when did you wanna start?” lottie questions, and you shrug. “whenever your free after school just come over.” you assure her and she furrows her brows as she stands up.

“but your debate club—” she starts and you cut her off, “i quit last month. i’ll see you later!” you rush out of the room before lottie can say another word. she huffs; this was going to be a horrid few weeks.

[mouschiwrites]

Another part to this series! :]

Scott Pilgrim - Dating Scott Pilgrim Headcanons

When he first saw you, he was infatuated

He knew he wanted to date you, but he just didn't have the initiative at first

It took a lot of coaxing from an increasingly exasperated Wallace for him to actually approach you for the first time

It was a very awkward interaction, and he very badly just wanted to walk away, but a stern look from Wallace from across the room kept him in place

He just blurted an invitation for a date, and BOLTED when you said yes

Kindergarten crush behavior 💀

Your first date was a movie which Scott really wanted to see

He whispers little trivia facts about the characters to you the whole time, and he rants to you about it after

Whether you just listen or you gush too, he gets so happy

You guys watch a lot of movies together; at-home movie nights become a regular thing

He likes to cuddle while you watch the movies

He doesn't mind what position, he just likes being close to you :)

Unfortunately he's not a very good cuddler when it comes to sleeping though

He moves a lot in his sleep, so don't be surprised if you wake up to one of you falling out of bed (either he falls or he forces you off)

He always apologizes profusely, he feels so bad when that happens

His love language is physical affection (again, he just loves feeling close)

So expect a lot of hand holding and kisses all over

He especially likes to kiss your face

He's like a giddy little kid when you return the affection; just a kiss on the cheek is enough to get him skipping around for hours

On that note, he's pretty clingy

He loves to hang out whenever possible, and when you can't be together he likes to call/text

He sends you so many memes and cute pictures

Definitely the type to just send a picture of a leaf or something and say "thought of u <3"

Just a reminder that you're always on his mind ;)

His favorite thing about you (besides literally everything) is the way you let him geek out, even joining him sometimes

Even when you aren't all that interested, just having an ear to talk into is a big deal for him

(tbh he probably doesn't even notice when you aren't interested though)

Don't worry, he tries to return the favor

He'll listen to your gushing, rants, vents, whatever; he might not know how to respond, but he'll do his best to listen

But it's Scott. Realistically he'll probably get distracted with his gameboy or something :| i am so sorry

Nicknames for you include "baby," "cutie," "hottie," "beautiful," and some pookie-fied version of your name

He likes to be called "honey," "handsome," "hot stuff," or something geeky related to one of your shared interests

I hope you guys are enjoying these as much as I am! ^^" Thank you so much for reading! Take care you beautiful lovelies <33

(divider by saradika)

[dmwrites]

“Yo.”

“Jev!” Gem said excitedly, clutching her phone to her ear.

“Gem?” Jev asked. “Did you get a new phone or something? I didn’t recognize the number.”

“I’m not in Hermitcraft right now, I’m away on another server.” Gem explained.

“Ohh.” Jev’s voice got distant for a second, like he’d pulled the phone away from his mouth. “Modded server area code, I see. Cool. So, what’s good, Gem?”

“Well, okay, so, it’s a bit of a complicated story so I’ll summarize it for you. Basically, I’m on this server, it’s a modded, oh wait you already said that, but yeah it’s a modded server run by Scott Smajor- you know Scott, right? Eh, that’s not actually too important to the story; so in this server we get different origins every time we die, and there are like six lives total, like a cat but… less, I suppose. Anyway, so first I was a swarm of bees which was super cute and so cottagecore, then I was a blaze and I was so hot, and now I just fell off a building and now I’m a slime! Like you!”

Gem took a deep breath and waited for Jevin to say something. It took him a few seconds to respond.

“Uh, yeah, okay, sorry, was just processing all of that word soup… so you’re a slime now, like me. That’s… what it comes down to?”

“Yeah!” Gem said with a smile.

“Well, slimes are the coolest mob out there, so, uh, congrats on that.” Jev replied.

“Yeah! I’m, like, translucent and colorful and I can produce children!” Gem said excitedly.

There was a very pregnant pause from the other end of the phone, so long that Gem had to check and make sure that she was still in the call.

“… produce children.” Jev finally repeated, sounding a little shocked. “Care to, uh, elaborate on that one?”

“I just like… I dunno, pop them out! Like cells reproducing. Do you produce children too, Jev?” Gem asked.

“I- hm, no, can’t say I’ve… no. Must be a modded thing.” Jevin said.

“Well, anyway, all of that silly stuff aside, I wanted to ask you an important question.” Gem continued. She looked out over her lands, a small frown coming to her face. “It’s important.”

“Okay…” Jevin replied cautiously.

“Are there any like slime secrets I need to be aware of? Slime code or something?” Gem whispered it into the phone.

Jevin snickered, then cleared his throat. “Oh, Gem, you called the right guy. Slime. Whatever. Yes, there is a very secret code of the slimes that must be obeyed by all slimes at all times.”

Gem gasped. “I knew it! What is it?”

“I dunno, Gem…” Jevin trailed off. “I mean, it’s super secret… and what if you turn into something else and then tell someone else our secret?”

“I promise! I won’t tell anyone!” Gem cried. “Oh, please, Jev!”

“Okay.” Jevin said. “Gem. The one and only code of the slime is as follows: all slimes must fart when they enter a room. It can be silent, it can be loud, but it must be a fart. For whole slimes, it’s easy, they practically make wet fart noises every time they move. For slimes like us, we just gotta fart.”

“Fart? Really?” Gem asked, frowning. “I never hear you farting when you walk into rooms.”

“Oh yeah. It’s very important to slime culture.” Jev said importantly. “If you don’t, other slimes will really look down on you. And I have mastered the silent fart, that’s why you don’t hear me.”

“Okay.” Gem said, nodding her head. “Farting. Every time I enter a room. Got it. Thanks Jevin! What would I do without you?”

——

“Who was that?” Cleo asked when Jevin sat back down next to her in Cub’s TCG arena.

“Gem. Who’s winning?” Jev replied, nodding at the TCG match between xBcrafted and VintageBeef below.

“On a numerical level, Beef. But on a spiritual level, xB.” Cleo replied. “So what did Gem want?”

Jevin snickered. “So she’s a slime origin on some modded server she’s playing on right now, and asked if there were any, like, rules of slimes. I just lied and told her that slimes have to fart every time they enter a room.”

Cleo cackled so hard that Joe Hills, who was moderating the game, threw a trident at her to shut her up.

“Oh my god, Jev! You didn’t! Gem is going to murder you when she finds out the truth.”

“Whatever. Worth it, tbh.” Jev replied, and joined Cleo in laugher.

[blondwhowrites]

"Do you think we will ever recover from this?" 

You had never expected your life to end up like this—total chaos. You'd thought high school was supposed to be fun. It had been at least during freshman year. You had made new friends and gone on crazy little 'adventures' with Scott and Stiles. Then sophomore year happened. 

Abruptly, everything you had once known came crumbling down. Thrown into a world of werewolves and supernatural creatures, you never stood a chance. 

The boy beside you sighed, his head leaning back to rest against the wall. "I don't know," he croaked, his voice cracking. He held your hand, squeezing it—a subtle reminder that he was actually there and that you weren't just conjuring him up in your mind. 

You stared across the room, searching the blank wall of Stiles room for something that wasn't there. "I'm tired, Stiles." 

It felt weird being so numb. Everything around you seemed to pass by, and you were stuck in place. Left behind. 

What were you supposed to do now? Continue living like this. You didn't want that. 

No. 

You wanted Allison back.

You wanted the past two months to disappear like they never happened at all. You wanted your Stiles back, the one who always lit up the room. He was gone, though.

Just like Allison. 

"I don't think I can get through this," you whispered, shifting uncomfortably in the black dress that scratched at your skin. 

The funeral had been beautiful. It's what Allison deserved. Everyone had come to mourn her. You had even seen Coach wiping away a few tears during the burial. Lydia had said a few words. Scott had done an entire speech that had everyone crying in their seats. You had gotten to see your friend one last time. 

She was supposed to be your maid of honor at your wedding one day.

And now she was gone. 

Stiles huffed, smiling bitterly. "I don't think you have a choice." He replied, tilting his head to look at you from where you sat next to him on the floor of his room. 

"Our lives have really turned into a mess," you weakly responded. 

Stiles shrugged, looking back at the ground blankly. "We've come a long way from just being regular teenagers." 

"I guess we are the last two humans of the bunch now." 

Stiles rolled his eyes, and he nudged your shoulder, getting your attention. "Hey, at least we have each other," he said. 

Your lips slowly curled up in a smile, though it was hollow. You squeezed his hand, raising it and pressing a kiss on his knuckles. "Amen to that, Stilinski." 

[gumnut-logic]

Armour

For @sofasurf because of this post.

Only a short thing and not really addressing the challenge as I did a little research and in 700AD there wasn't plate armour and most stuff in Ireland was light. Plus our boys fly dragons, so instead we have padded leather armour. I also stuffed up the removal of even that.

Scott demanded POV even though I wanted to write Virgil's and the scene suffers from his lack of coherence.

But anyway, we have 500 words of something Thunderdragons. I hope you enjoy this tiny bit.

-o-o-o-

“Scott! Scott, look at me! Look at me!”

His brother’s eyes shone from a grotty and blood smeared face.

“Virg…” It was an exhalation, almost a last breath.

“Scott, you stay with me. Stay!” His brother knew how to yell, his deep voice echoing in Scott’s head, back and forth, back and forth.

He realised he was being carried. “Put him down here. I need boiled water and cloths.” Hurried footsteps darted out of the tent.

Something came up behind him and his body sunk onto a hard surface. A wad of soft fabric was tucked under his head as the room spun.

“Brother? Flaith!” His helmet was removed as a hand held his jaw. Scott opened his eyes to find dark eyes glaring at him. “Keep your eyes open, Flaith.”

Curse, Virgil only called him Flaith when he wanted to piss him off.

But it worked. Scott struggled to pull himself together. He had been on the battlefield. There had been an attack. Óen had been beneath him…

“Flaithri!” He sat up, his muscles working on memory before informing him that there was injury, the reason why his healer brother was now yelling again.

Virgil’s voice was so loud!

But arms caught him and lowered him back down to whatever it was he was lying on.

“Scott, please.”

It was his brother’s soft hiss that slammed reality home.

He was injured. But…”Flaithri?”

Virgil’s eyes answered him without words.

So, their grandfather was taken by the Scourge from across the Western Sea.

“Father?” Their father would now be Flaithri. Please.

There was a tear running down Virgil’s face. “The Flaithri has instructed us to prepare to retreat.”

“We are fleeing?” Scott struggled to sit up again, but Virgil held him down.

“You are injured, Flaith. I have been instructed to make you ready for transport.”

“Virg…”

“Please, Scott.” Again with the whispered plea.

When he didn’t respond, Virgil let go of his shoulders and began removing his flight leathers.

Scott swallowed as Virgil gently tugged at the ties at his throat, unlacing his padded armour. His brother’s breathing was tightly controlled, but that tear was still tracking down his cheek.

“Virg…”

His brother wiped his face on his sleeve. “You have injury. We need to clean-“

“Virgil.”

But his brother was looking away as he called for assistance, and the healer’s attendant hurried in, lugging water and cloths. As they removed the leathers from his side, they caught in clotted blood, leaving Scott gasping and barely hanging onto reality.

As if taking the opportunity, hands then poked and prodded and placed pressure on the source of so much fire.

The warmth of his brother’s hand on his cheek slowly drew him back from the edge. Sweat was beaded on his temples; his lungs grabbing for air.

He was bare-chested, still lying on a healer’s pallet. Virgil’s worried eyes still hovered above him.

“You will heal. But you need time and rest.”

“I have neither.” His father would need him.

But Virgil grabbed at his shoulders, again preventing his rise.

And there was something in his brother’s eyes, more than just Scott’s injury.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

Virgil’s eyes closed and his head dropped.

“Virgil?”

Something shuddered through Virgil’s frame and when he looked up, Scott could only feel fear.

“What is it?!”

“Mother was taken also.” The words rasped across his brother’s lips.

Time froze.

“No.”

“I’m sorry, Scott.” There were tears in Virgil’s voice.

“No.”

Virgil closed his eyes again.

Please, no.

-o-o-o-

[femininefutbol]

i want to kiss you

idea from here (46), request from here

prompt: you and leah tease each other throughout the day resulting in a little fun being had while you are at an event

word count: 4.5k

SMUT WARNING

a/n: if you are under 18 please do not interact and if you are over 18 read at your own discretion. also it is my first time actually writing smut so if it's horrible i'm so sorry

-

Dating the captain of the England Lionesses isn't the worst thing in the world, especially when you are invited to exclusive events that you probably would never have even known about otherwise. 

The event you are currently getting ready for is some football award ceremony. Leah has attempted to give you the full rundown on what the event is and who will be there but you honestly weren’t taking in any of the information she was providing. 

Instead of listening, you are too busy taking in the sight that is Leah getting ready, she is wearing a matching set of white lingerie which she has decided will be the only thing she will wear under her fitted tan suit. So really who could blame you for not listening when she is simultaneously talking and walking around in only her underwear. 

“Are you listening (Y/N)?” Leah asks with a knowing smirk. 

“Of course Leah” you respond with an eye roll.

“So what was I saying?” the smirk on her face only deepens as you look like a deer caught in headlights, very clearly having no clue what she could have been speaking about. 

“Okay” you sigh in defeat before continuing “I didn’t catch everything but you mentioned Alex” you respond, while you can’t recall a single thing she said, mentioning her best friend Alex Scott is always a safe bet as she is at every event that you attend and Leah will usually mention her about a hundred times before an event. 

“Good try but I was actually trying to ask you what shoes I should wear” she states, which makes you notice the two different shoes in her hands, something you had overlooked previously, too busy focusing on her body. 

“You just picked those up now to try and prove some dumb point” you retort, while you can’t be sure if your argument is true or not you are a stubborn and competitive person, not wanting to let Leah win. 

“I’ve actually been trying to ask you about them for the past few minutes but I’ll give you a pass” she makes her way over to where you are sitting on the hotel bed dropping the shoes in the process, “this time” she whispers sensually in your ear. 

You attempt to grab onto her waist wanting nothing more than to kiss her. You don’t get the opportunity though as she slips through your fingers, grabs her suit off the bed and makes her way to the bathroom causing you to fall back onto the bed with a frustrated groan. 

As you lay on the bed with your hands covering your face Leah peeks her head around the doorway of the bathroom. “Hey” she calls out in an attempt to gain your attention. 

You perk up, quickly sitting up on the bed in hopes that she will stop her teasing and at least let you give her a simple kiss. 

Instead she decides to be even more of a tease stating “if you are lucky you may get the opportunity to take my suit off me tonight”.

The statement causes you to groan even louder than the first time, again falling back onto the bed but this time your dramatics cause you to bounce off the bed and fall onto the floor, a loud thud sounding off throughout the hotel room. 

“You okay?” Leah calls from the bathroom. 

“Nooo” you whine, an obvious sign to Leah that you are more than fine and that you are just being dramatic. 

-

When the two of you are ready you head down to the hotel lobby, Leah informing you that the car is already here to pick you up.

You make your way into the car, the two of you comfortably sitting a seat apart, acting professional. It used to be a foreign concept to you, having to sit politely in the back of a fancy car but having been to many events with Leah since the two of you started dating you have grown used to the formal setting. You know that this is always the part where the two of you only make small talk instead of speaking too personally, not wanting to accidentally misspeak in front of a random driver. 

Leah leans over whispering in your ear “you look incredible baby”, while she does this she also strategically places a hand onto the centre of your exposed thigh. 

You made the mistake of wearing a mini dress on this specific occasion giving Leah easy access, something she clearly has plans to abuse throughout the evening. 

“Thank you” you speak politely, your words getting caught in your throat as the sexual tension grows. You attempt to move Leah’s hand off your thigh discreetly but the action is stopped by her gentle yet firm grip. You decide to instead ignore her hoping she will leave her hand where it is rather than deciding to tease you even more by moving it up your thigh. 

“So this event” you turn to Leah with a look of faux confidence, “what is it exactly?” 

“The Lionesses individual award ceremony for the Euro’s” she replies casually, looking ahead at the road rather than you, as she does she carefully inches her hand up your thigh a little more. 

“Uh-“ you cough loudly, trying to cover the moan that threatens to leave your lips as Leah squeezes your thigh. 

“Would you like some water ma’am? There is a bottle in the door, help yourself” the driver speaks politely, his eyes not leaving the road. 

You are silently thankful that he doesn’t turn around because if he did he would be met with the sight of Leah’s hand dangerously close to the hem of your dress and your flushed red cheeks, which would be a dead give away as to what is occurring. 

“Thank you” you manage to squeak out, as Leah’s hand still grips your thigh. 

Your continued attempts to ignore Leah’s roaming hand go unsuccessful as she continues to move her hand further up your thigh, clearing playing a one sided game of ‘red light, green light’ which you want no part of in the setting the two of you are currently in. 

Once Leah reaches the band of your panties you know you can no longer just sit still and attempt to ignore her. 

“You need to stop Leah” you whisper in her ear in a firm tone although Leah knows that you are all talk. She is well aware that you are secretly loving her hand see close to your pussy, especially with all the teasing you endured earlier in the day. 

“Or what?” she challenges, beginning to lift the band of your panties expertly proving she knows her way around your body. 

“Ladies we have arrived” the driver interrupts causing Leah’s hand to immediately leave, you have to hold back a whine, obviously enjoying the warmth that Leah’s hand was providing even though you were pretending that you weren't. 

“Thank you so much sir, have a good evening” Leah speaks, reaching over you in order to open the car door, moving herself closer to you and discreetly grabbing your ass with her other hand in the process. The action almost causes you to fall while getting out of the car, having not expected it. You are held steady though by Leah’s same hand moving up to your waist holding you still as she herself gets out of the car not releasing her grasp on you. 

-

As Leah makes her way around speaking with people who are likely very important in her world, you are stuck as her arm piece for the evening. You politely smile at everyone who introduces themselves to your girlfriend and yourself, shaking hands and introducing yourself but past that point you are just there to look pretty. 

You attempt to actively listen to the conversation that some older gentlemen is having with Leah, not wanting to come across as disrespectful at one of her events. Clearly Leah has other plans though as her hand moves from where it was securely sat on your waist, down to squeeze your ass, just as she had done when you were leaving the car earlier. You again cough loudly to cover the inevitable moan that would escape your lips if you hadn’t. 

Both Leah and the gentleman look at you funny while you apologise profusely, at the same time though Leah’s hand continues to rest far lower than it should. 

The idea of anyone behind the two of you being able to so clearly see the inappropriate action makes your mind race. You had been to events with Leah before and she had never acted in this manner at a professional event. This sort of public teasing was common between the two of you on date nights or even nights out with friends but this type of situation is completely different to those and the fact that what she is doing is wildly inappropriate in the current setting sends a shiver down your spine.

Leah finishes her conversation with the man and you are silently thankful that you now have the opportunity to be alone with her for a minute, willing yourself to reprimand her for her actions. 

“You seriously need to stop Leah, I don’t think you understand how you are making me feel right now” you whisper subtly in her ear not wanting anyone else to have the opportunity to hear what you are saying. 

“Oh no (Y/N), I understand exactly how I am making you feel” she responds in a calm voice, not bothering to whisper back, clearly not caring if anyone hears her, “I’m not going to stop though” 

“Leah!” you hear a voice call out to your girlfriend from across the room. 

“Alex!” she leaves you in your spot, quickly making her way over to her best friend. 

You slowly make your way over to the two of them, more so preferring to keep a little distance between yourself and Leah with how she is acting at the moment. 

Once you reach them Alex holds her arms out clearly waiting for you to hug her. 

“I saw Miss Williamson’s antics back there” the statement causes you to groan knowing that if Alex had seen it that others likely would have as well. 

“She won’t stop” you reply with an eye roll, the action causing Alex to laugh. 

“I assume that she is holding herself back slightly, you look incredible and based off the texts she has sent me it’s a miracle you two are even here right now” Alex informs you, more than insinuating that the way you are currently dressed is making Leah feel the same way she has been making you feel all evening, in simple words, hot and bothered. 

“That’s good to know actually” you slightly smirk at Alex, silently plotting to tease Leah in much the same way she has been doing to you all day. 

“Okay that’s enough” Leah grabs your arm, pulling you into her embrace and out of Alex’s, she holds onto your waist tightly as she starts up a new conversation with Alex, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

As Leah looks away for a moment Alex sends you what can only be described as an ‘I told you so’ look, you send a small wink back. You actions cause Alex to shake her head knowing exactly what could happen when yourself and Leah tease each other in this way.

-

Sitting for the dinner and award portion of the evening you are sitting with a few of Leah’s close friends and teammates, the setting much more comfortable in comparison to the prior mingling that occurred. This is also the time where you are going to set your plan in motion, hoping to tease Leah the same way she had been teasing you. 

You lean across Leah’s body, beginning a conversation with Keira who is sitting next to her. You rest your arm on the table, your position ensuring that Leah is met with the vision of your chest right in front of her whenever she looks down. 

There is not much that Leah is able to do in the moment besides force herself not to obviously stare at your chest even though that is all she wants to do, the positioning making your boobs look absolutely amazing. 

In order to stop her dirty thoughts from progressing further Leah leans back as far as she can in her chair, crossing her arms over her own chest, subtly appreciating the view without having to crane her head downwards to look. 

Leah’s small repositioning allows you the perfect opportunity to tease her even more, you lean over her seat even more, placing your hand towards the top of her thigh, your hand sitting directly between her legs. After a few moments she realises that you have no plan on moving your hand as you use it as a support for you to be able to sit up properly, having moved your arm off the table somewhere in the process. 

Your conversation with Keira continues while Leah finds herself in her own conversation with Ellie who is sat on the other side of you. 

“Do you two want to switch seats? I’m sure it would be much more comfortable than this predicament” you hear Ellie ask Leah, you do not outwardly react instead you squeeze Leah’s thigh, a small indication that she should reject Ellie’s idea. 

“I think we’re fine like this, right baby?” Leah taps your shoulder gently, involving you in her conversation. 

Your hand is still firmly placed between Leah’s thighs when you turn around to answer Ellie with a sweet smile, “yeah, we’re all good”, while it comes across to others that you are answering to Leah in this moment the two of you know that this is not the truth. In reality your actions signify to Leah that you are the one in charge currently, not her. You are well aware that the faux display of dominance will cause you some trouble later in the evening but rather than feel worried you are extremely excited about the possibilities of what is to come. 

-

The time comes for the actual award ceremony, this causes you to stop your teasing knowing just how seriously Leah takes her profession and with her being the captain of the squad there is more than likely a few professional duties she will be required to partake in throughout the evening. 

As the ceremony goes on you pay little attention to what is going on, your attention focused solely on how incredible Leah looks in her suit. 

Towards the end though Leah is called up to present the Euro’s trophy to the room of investors and other important figures, which you piece together was likely the main reason for the event. 

“I would like to start off by thanking everyone for being here tonight, without the support of everyone in this room there is no way that we would have been able to bring home the trophy” Leah begins her speech. 

“Being able to lead my team, my country during this tournament was such an honour and I think just about anyone here would be able to tell you how thankful I am for it seeing as I don’t shut up about how much this means to me” you chuckle at her sentiment, well aware that she is completely right. 

“This isn’t just my doing though, it is only due to the hard work, dedication and passion of the entire team that I have to opportunity to be up here, presenting this trophy to you all currently, so to all my teammates, thank you and congratulations, this is for all of us” Leah finishes, lifting the trophy that had been brought on to the stage to be presented, the action causes a flutter of pride, mirroring the way you felt when she was doing the same thing just a few weeks prior on the field after winning the Euros in front of a sold out crowd. 

-

The evening continues as a party for the players with all the official business people and sponsor representatives leaving just making it the players and their invitees to celebrate their win with a little dancing and a lot of alcohol. 

Leah may have assumed that your teasing earlier was all that you had planned, especially as that alone was doing enough to make her almost go crazy. But with a few drinks in your system and all your shame essentially gone you put the second part of your plan to tease her into action. 

While Leah and Keira sit together seemingly deep in conversation you grab Lucy’s hand, urging her to dance with you. She hesitates slightly before you send her a pouty look which makes her give in immediately. Your pouty face is unmatched and according to basically everyone it could allow you to get away with murder so getting someone to dance while using it is a relatively easy feat.

The dancing starts off as a little bit of fun, the two of you just jumping around to the music not actually trying to dance, moreso just jumping around. But the third time you catch Leah stealing glances in your direction you know it is time to set the next part of your plan into motion. 

You grab Lucy’s hands pulling them towards your waist as you push your behind into the front of her body, you know exactly what you are doing. Lucy is a relatively safe person for you to interact with in a more intimate manner due to the countless times you and Leah have spent time with her and her girlfriend Keira. But you are also well aware of the fact that by this point in the night Leah is likely close enough to her breaking point that your actions will cause her to snap, giving you exactly what you have been waiting for all day. 

It isn't long before you feel like you are being stared at, you immediately look towards where Leah and Keira are sitting and just as you had expected Leah is already looking at you, a hint of anger across her face but her eyes are what you focus on, knowing the look of frustration and sexual desire that only you can bring out of her. 

You raise your eyebrows slightly, silently urging her to do something about the situation as it is clear that you have no plans on stopping your less than family friendly dancing with Lucy unless you are forced to. 

Leah takes on the challenge, rising from her seat and making her way over to you, the entire time your eyes don’t dare leave hers. She reaches you and Lucy, and this is the first time that her vision is not focused on you, she looks at Lucy giving her a look that more-or-less informs her ‘if you don’t let go of my girlfriend right now i will kill you’. Lucy immediately backs off, chuckling at the ridiculousness that is you and Leah teasing each other as she makes her way over to where Leah was sitting mere minutes ago, taking the opportunity to actually spend some time with her own girlfriend. 

“You shouldn’t have done that” Leah whispers in your ear. 

As she pulls away and makes eye contact with you once more, a small smirk tugs at your lips. You lean in to her this time, whispering back “Why’s that?” knowing exactly is to come. 

“You have been driving me crazy all night (Y/N), I don’t appreciate it and i want to kiss you… so badly, but there are too many people here, follow me” she speaks calmly, not looking back as she walks anyway knowing very well that you are following behind her like a lost puppy. 

-

The two of you make it to the bathrooms of the venue and only as Leah opens the door does she look at you again, she holds the door open watching you intently as you make your way past her. You feel a shiver go down your spine as her pupils seemingly bore into your soul. 

For a moment you regret all the teasing you subjected her to but any regret immediately dissipates as she gently grabs your cheek. The smirk that she sends your way almost makes you melt as anticipation rises, making the simple touch to your cheek feel a thousand times more impactful than she probably even realises. 

She moves the hand that is currently resting on your cheek, grabbing your face in one hand and pulling you forward to meet her lips. She roughly kisses you for a few seconds before roughly letting go of your face, grasping your waist tightly with both hands. 

“You have fun?” she asks, raising one eyebrow, while there is no context to the question you are well aware that she is asking about the way you teased her throughout the evening. 

“Indeed, did you?” you continue to push your limits. 

“I think what is about to happen will be a lot more fun” she answers, moving one of her hands under your dress, the other still holding tightly onto your waist. 

“You’re really wet baby” she states, as her hand rests on the outside of your panties, the comment making you moan loudly.

She clearly plans on taking her time with every single action, knowing that your ploy of the evening has been for her to hurry up and fuck you, but what fun would it be if she gave in to your teasing so easily. 

“Someone could walk in” you state, looking towards the door knowing that there is no way that this situation doesn’t end with one of Leah’s teammates walking into the bathroom while she is in the middle of fucking you. 

“And?” she doesn’t even flinch, focusing on her task at hand. She moves her hand away from you, catching the small whine that escapes your lips as she does it. Almost as fast as her hand is gone she has moved it back, this time into your panties, her cold hand making it’s way down to your pussy you shiver at the contrast to your warmth. 

Before you can formulate a coherent response that explains why someone walking in on her fucking you at a professional obligation of hers is a bad look for her and yourself, she presses her thumb to your clit making you moan loudly again at the first real contact she has made with you all day. 

“So are you still worried about someone walking in?” she asks, rubbing her thumb in a circular motion. You silently shake your head, not trusting yourself to be able to answer her without falling apart in front of her. 

“What was that?” she asks, stopping her movements, holding her thumb still on your clit once more, looking directly into your eyes, waiting for you to verbally answer her before she continues. 

“No” you breathe out, hoping it is enough for her to continue, she doesn’t though, leaving you subtly moving your hips in an attempt to get off on the tiny amount of friction that your action is generating. 

Noticing what you are doing Leah takes her hand out of your panties, a small chuckling from her lips. “If you are going to act like you can handle the game you have to at least be able to answer properly baby, you want to try again?” 

“No, I’m not worried about someone walking in” you focus on your breathing, getting through the sentence seems like a real struggle in your current state. 

“That’s better” she responds, moving her hand back to the band of your panties, her hand playing with them rather than making its way back inside. 

You look at her desperately, your face conveying that fact that you need her to fuck her right now as clearly there is no way that you would be able to convey that message using words. 

“Aww baby, what happened to the cockiness that you had on full display earlier?” Leah asks sarcastically, the two of you both knowing that the second it came to sex your facade would fall and Leah would be left in charge as she always is. 

You don't get the chance to answer as she moves her hand into your panties shoving two fingers into your pussy, the action causing your breath to hitch. You hadn’t expected her to even actually fuck you here, more expecting her to just tease you and poteitnally leave you desprately waiting until you got back to your hotel. 

She continues to thrust her fingers into you, watching as you struggle slightly, constant moans escaping your lips as the pleasure takes over. 

Once you fall into a steady rhythm, Leah begins lightly kissing you neck, the feathery touches mixed with the roughness of her pumping into you is an intoxicating combination that has you extremely close to your orgasm. 

As you are becoming increasingly close to cumming you hear a commotion just outside of the bathroom,  the sound of a bunch of laughter coming from the hallway that separates the bathroom from the function room that the event is being held in. 

“I guess we should have been worried about my teammates catching us” Leah states in a scarily calm tone. She takes her hand out of your panties again, smirking at the whine the escapes as she does and the slight wobble of your legs, the feeling of no longer being full so suddenly causing your legs to almost give out. Leah holds you steady, guiding you into a stall, locking it behind you. 

“You need to be quiet, okay? You don’t want anyone to find out right?” she asks, covering your mouth with one hand and getting straight back to work with the other. Your moans are muffled by Leah’s hand which you are extremely thankful for as the laughing group of players tumble into the bathroom. 

Leah continues to thrust her fingers into you, clearly not worried about who is on the other side of the door. She goes back to your neck, although this time instead of light kisses she makes quick work of sucking harshly at your most sensitive spot where your jawline meets your neck easily forming a dark red hickey.

The thrill of the situation and Leah harshly fucking you, along with you already being so close to orgasming before means that it does not take you long to be close again. You close your eyes tightly, your moans dwindling as all your energy is now focused on that inevitable orgasm you feel coming. 

Just as you are about to finish Leah pulls her hand out of your panties once more, leaving you looking absolutely desperate for any kind of physical attention so you can finish. 

Leah licks your cum off her fingers sensually, while staring straight at you. 

“Think really hard before playing these games with me next time baby” she speaks at a low volume even though the group of rowdy players already left between when you were almost cumming and her speaking to you. 

She quickly pecks your lips, turning around to unlock the door, making her way over to wash her hands, leaving you still in the bathroom stall in shock.

[taeswolfie]

𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

☽︎𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍☾︎

Ch.04 - Ch.06

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

"Just a friendly reminder- parent/teacher conferences are tonight. Students below a 'C' average are required to attend. I won't name you, because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment." Y/n rolled her eyes at Mr. Harris' snide comments. She really couldn't stand him. If he hated teens as much as he acts like he does, why is he even a teacher? Probably because he enjoys being a huge d- "Has anyone seen Scott McCall?" Her internal insults are cut off when Mr. Harris stands next to the table her and Stiles are seated at and notices the boy's absence.

He stares at Stiles who is preoccupied highlighting his textbook, the cap held between his lips. Seeming to feel the teacher's stare, Stiles looks up at him. Everyone's attention is drawn to the opening of the door as Jackson walks in. Y/n furrows her brows at his unusually pale complection. Stiles had told her what he'd seen with his dad the night before and it worried her, especially because she hasn't heard from or seen Lydia at all today.

Jackson takes his seat and Mr. Harris puts a comforting hand on his back. "Hey, Jackson. If you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know." Y/n rolled her eyes again. Wow, one teenager Mr. Harris doesn't hate. Jackson nodded and Mr. Harris walked to the front again. "Everyone, start reading chapter nine." He stopped at his desk, his back still facing the students. "Mr. Stilinski." Stiles looked up again from his highlighting after being called. "Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. It's Chemistry, not a coloring book."

Stiles looked at him before throwing his head back to spit the cap out in the air and catch it in his hand. While he was doing this Y/n watched him from the corner of her eye, enjoying the movements a little more than she was currently willing to admit. Stiles then leaned towards Danny who sat behind him. "Hey, Danny. Can I ask you a question?" He whispered.

"No." He responded and Y/n smiled into her textbook.

"Well, I'm going to anyway. Um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?"

Danny sighed. "No."

"Can I ask you another question?"

"The answer's still no."

"Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night?"

"He wouldn't... Tell me."

"But he's your best friend."

"Some things you can't tell or talk about. Even to your best friend." Y/n whispered, not lifting her eyes from her book, and Stiles glanced at her.

"One more question."

"What?" Danny sounded a bit irritated.

"Do you find me attractive?" Danny didn't answer and Stiles leaned forward in anticipation. Y/n caught him before he fell but he still made a loud noise with his chair and bumped the table. He scrambled up in his chair and fixed himself from his little flub.

...

The bell rings and Y/n and Stiles walk together down the halls. "Why is he not answering?" He complained, glaring at his phone as he gets Scott's voicemail once again.

"My guess? He's with Allison. I haven't seen her today either and it's her birthday so he probably took her out on an adorkable date."

Stiles sighed in frustration and dialed Scott again. "What?" Y/n heard Scott's irritable answer.

"Finally! Have you been getting any of my texts?"

"Yeah, like all 9 million of them."

"Do you have any idea what's going on? Lydia is totally M.I.A., Jackson looks like he's got a time bomb inserted into his face, another random guy's dead, and you have to do something about it."

"Like what?"

"Something."

"Okay, I'll deal with it later." Scott hastily hung up and Stiles shoved his phone in his pocket, upset with Scott's indifference to the situation.

"Hey, I was wanting to check up on Lydia, see how she's doing. You wanna come with me?" Y/n offered.

"Yeah, I'd like to see how she is too. I'll give you a ride."

"Thanks." Y/n smiled at him and they made their way out of the school.

...

"Hey, Mrs. Martin." Y/n smiled at Lydia's mother when she opened the door.

"Hello, Y/n. What brings you and your friend here?"

"This is Stiles, we wanted to see how Lydia is doing. I heard she had a bad night, thought I could cheer her up?"

"Of course! I'm sure she'd be happy to see you. Come on in." Natalie let the teens in and led them up to Lydia's room where she knocked on the door and slowly opened it. Lydia was sprawled in her bed, propped up on her elbow and lazily resting her head on her hand. She was in her royal blue nightie and boredly looking at her nails. "Honey, Y/n and a Stiles are here to see you."

There's a pause. "I know Y/n, but what the hell is a 'Stiles'?" Lydia responds, her voice lacking it's usual spunk.

Stiles and Y/n look at Natalie in question. "She took a little something to ease her nerves." She admitted. "You can- you can go in."

"Thanks." They said and stepped into the grey colored room. Mrs. Martin walked away and Lydia propped her hand on her hip to look at her guests.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"We were just making sure you're okay." Stiles answered.

She smacked her lips a bit, looking at her hand until her eyes drifted back to them. "Why?" She patted the bed. Stiles stuttered so Y/n took the offered seat.

"Because we were worried about you today. How are you feeling?" Y/n asked.

Lydia stretched her arm out before placing it on Y/n's head to pet her hair. "I feel..." Lydia got close to Y/n's face and smiled. "Fantastic."

"Uh-huh." The h/c nodded, smiling in amusement.

Stiles' eyes widened as he looked away from the girls and spotted the pill bottles on her nightstand. "Oh!" He picked one up and read the label. "I bet you can't say, uh, 'I saw Suzy sittin' at the shoeshine shop' ten times fast."

Lydia raised her brows at the challenge. "I saw Shuzy-" She stopped and blinked. "I shaw…" She trailed off this time and leaned down as Stiles put the bottle back. Her eyes became distant as she looked in space. "I saw..."

"What? Lydia, what did you see?" Y/n asked her friend, moving some of Lydia's hair behind her ear so she could see her better.

"Something."

"Something like... Like a mountain lion?" She asked gently.

"A mountain lion." Lydia nodded slightly.

"Are you sure you saw a mountain lion, or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you?" Stiles questioned.

"A mountain lion." She repeated.

Stiles grabbed her stuffed giraffe from her table and held it up to her. "What's this?"

She looked at the stuffy. "A mountain lion."

"Okay." He put it back. "You're so drunk." Lydia dropped her head onto Y/n's lap. Y/n sighed and gently stroked her hair.

"Why don't you wait outside? I'll see if I can get her to sleep." She said.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, sure. I'll, uh, be out here." Stiles awkwardly left the room and Y/n shook her head at his behavior, a small smile on her face.

Lydia leaned back on her elbow and gave Y/n a loopy smile. "I have a friend who looks just like you." She mumbled.

"Really? What's she like?"

"Really funny. Kinda mysterious. Blind to her emotions." She started studying her nails again.

"Blind?" Lydia gave a sharp nod, similar to a child. "How?"

"I dunno. Like a bat?" Lydia giggled at her own joke. "She's coming around, though. I think. She's becoming less… Batty."

Y/n furrowed her brows at her, not really able to follow Lydia's doped up half-thoughts. She decided to brush it off, instead focusing on putting Lydia to sleep. She kneeled next to her bed and gave her a gentle smile. "Lydia." Y/n lightly called. "Lydia, look at me." Y/n gently cradled Lydia's face in her hands as her eyes glowed. Lydia's gaze met hers and her green gaze seemed to grow more distant. "It's time to relax. Take a deep breath." The red head obeyed, taking a calming breath in and out. "And sleep." Her eyes flashed brightly, the color reflected in Lydia's eyes. Y/n's hands slipped from her face as she fell onto her back, now deep in a peaceful slumber.

Y/n sighed and her eyes dimmed as she looked at her friend a moment longer. She wasn't worried about Lydia seeing her eyes. Between the pills and her sleep aid, she won't remember seeing them. Y/n glanced at Lydia's phone when it lit up and picked it up to put it on silent so she could rest undisturbed. She moved away from the text notification and found a video from the night before. A video that showed the Alpha in his monstrous form running out of the video store. She sent the video to her own phone and deleted it from Lydia's. Lydia didn't need that terrifying reminder.

...

Y/n sits on Stiles' bed. She had shown him the video from Lydia and now he was pacing as he tried to get ahold of Scott, yet again only getting his voicemail. "Hey, it's me again. Look, Y/n found something, and we don't know what to do, okay? So if you could turn your phone on right now, that'd be great. Or else I'll kill you. Do you understand me? I'm gonna kill you. And I'm too upset to come up with a witty description about how exactly I'm gonna kill you, but I'm just gonna do it, okay? I'm gonna- uhg!" He gripped the phone in frustration. "Goodbye." He tossed the phone down and sank down into his desk chair with a sigh.

Y/n got up from the bed and stood next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, it's gonna be okay." He gave a weak nod that did absolutely nothing to convince her. "Do you need a hug? I'm told I give the best." She smiled and nudged him, making him actually smile. She put her arms over his shoulders and he put his around her waist, resting his head on her middle as she leaned over a bit to hug him better. He sighed a bit and let his eyes close. She was right, she does give great hugs. A sudden knock on his bedroom door made Stiles jump back from her, sighing when he saw his dad standing there.

"Please tell me I'm gonna hear good news at this parent/teacher thing tonight."

"Depends on how you define 'good news'." Stiles responded.

"I define it as you getting straight A's with no behavioral issues."

"You might wanna rethink that definition." Stiles cringed a bit.

"Enough said. What about you, Y/n? Any good news for Deaton at least?"

"Yessir. A's and B's, a couple C's, and only minimal behavioral issues." She smiled.

"Good going." He left the room then and Stiles sighed again as he rewatched the video on Y/n's phone.

"Scott, where the hell are you?" He muttered.

After a while Y/n got a call from Alan asking where Scott was. When she told him she had no idea he asked if she could come in to help in Scott's place which she said yes to. "I gotta go to the Clinic." She told Stiles once she hung up.

"Do you need a ride?" Stiles asked.

She shook her head. "No, I'm good. Thanks anyway." She smiled at him as she gathered her stuff. "I'll see you later. And don't agonize too much over where Scott is, okay? He'll come around soon enough. The parent/teacher conference is tonight anyway, he has to be there." Stiles nodded and she gave him a wave as she left his room.

By the time Y/n got to the Clinic Alan had to leave for the school for the conference and he left her to lock up. She made sure the food and water was filled and that the Doberman had his medicine. She locked up the front door, but didn't leave the Clinic yet, opting to sit in the back room by herself for a while. She sat with her back against the wall, closing her eyes and leaning her head back with a sigh.

In this quiet back room, with only a few sounds from the animals in the other room, she could pretend for a while that nothing was wrong. Nothing bad was happening. There was no angry Alpha, no mysterious motives, no supernatural situations. She was just Y/n, a simple human girl in a simple town. But she wasn't human and nothing in Beacon Hills is ever simple.

Ch.06

[beefromanoff]

Project Mockingbird Ch. 12

summary: Charlotte bonds with Calla while the team is gone until something big interrupts the night.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

author's note: wooooo, a long chapter! we're picking up steam over here! let me know what you think!

tag list: @bangtanxberm @scott-loki-barnes (let me know if you want to be added <3)

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The compound was fully awake and buzzing with the news of what had happened earlier that morning as Charlotte headed to the hangar for her next challenge — piloting the Quinjet. A particularly bold group of agents gawked at her as they ran by in a pack, whispering to each other. 

“I heard she almost killed Agent Scott,” One muttered to the agent jogging beside her. 

“If you can still talk then you aren’t running hard enough, agents!” Maria Hill barked from behind the group, feet kicked up on the dash of the cart she was riding in. She winked at Charlotte as they drove by.

Taking a deep breath, she let the wave of irritation roll off of her. Most of the actual agents were kind, professional, tactful. It was the trainees that caused the most trouble. The ones who were top of their class at whatever Ivy League school they went to, high ranking in the military or CIA or whichever organization they’d been recruited from. They felt like they were on top of the world after being accepted into SHIELD’s elite training program. It showed. Eventually, the egomaniacal ones would be weeded out. Either by dismissal from the program or being humbled in action. Until then, they’d continue being the thorn in her side. At the very least, she didn’t seem to be the only one who had problems with their egos, if Calla’s lack of disciplinary action towards her opening a can of whoop-ass earlier said anything.

The hangar looked larger than life, even more imposing in the daylight than it had looked before sunrise. Sleek slate gray walls rose high above her head, massive doors open to allow the aircraft to pass in and out. A long row of Quinjets spread down the side of the building, ready for takeoff at a moments’ notice. A few more remained inside the hangar for maintenance, or enhancements being made. 

A seasoned pilot, Lieutenant Rodriguez, awaited her by the hangars entrance. "You ready for this, Agent Rossi?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," Charlotte replied, suppressing the flutter of nerves. “You can call me Charlotte, by the way.” 

Rodriguez nodded and led her towards one of the Quinjets being serviced. They approached the base of the jet, a cool spring breeze blowing through the massive open hangar door. Slowly, they walked around the outside of the aircraft, with Agent Rodriguez pointing out every feature from the hover mechanics to the shield generator to the ballistics hidden beneath the shell. He explained the science behind stealth mode and the adaptations made for the most recent fleet. Finally, he paused at the base of the ramp. 

“Any questions so far?” 

She shook her head. “No sir.” 

He paused, doing a double take at her. “Do you really have that…perfect memory?”

“I don’t know about perfect,” She shrugged. “Let’s just say it’s pretty difficult for me to forget anything without extensive shock therapy. Don’t recommend, by the way.” 

Agent Rodriguez cleared his throat, not sure how to respond. “Well, shall we?” 

They strode up the ramp into the Quinjet, where he did the same in-depth history lesson on the entire interior. Charlotte had a feeling all of this detail probably wasn’t necessary, but she heard him out anyway. They finally made their way to the cockpit where he talked through the controls, explaining each one patiently. The quinjet's complexity was astounding, but it was surprisingly simple to pilot, seeing as it was meant to be flown in high stakes combat situations. They’d evolved to be intuitive and easy to control in case the pilot was under duress while flying. She took a deep breath, trying not to think of her friends who’d flown one into a dangerous place just that morning. After the entire instrument panel had been explained, Agent Rodriguez switched the aircraft into simulation mode, where she could get the feel for all the controls without actually getting airborne…yet.

"First, familiarize yourself with the navigation controls," Rodriguez instructed. "Feel the thrusters respond to your touch."

The hangar echoed with the hum of the quinjet's engines as Charlotte tentatively manipulated the controls. The aircraft responded, but her movements were hesitant.

"Confidence is key, Charlotte. The quinjet is an extension of yourself," Rodriguez advised.

Charlotte nodded, absorbing the advice. She pushed herself to grow accustomed to the controls, gradually gaining confidence. It wasn’t that she was afraid of flying, she really didn’t mind it. It was more of the unfamiliarity, of being in control of something so massive. She’d only really been exposed to this kind of technology for the past two years. She’d never even driven a car before. Skipping straight to the highest-tech aircraft in existence felt like a giant leap. Rodriguez observed her progress as they moved through different aspects, offering guidance when needed.

“Alright, are you ready to take it out for a spin?” 

Charlotte swung her head around to look at him, gaping. “What? Now? Today?” 

“I don’t see why not. You’ve mastered everything I’ve told you so far, and these are equipped with emergency autopilot activation, so if you take your hands off of the controls, it’ll keep you airborne all on its own.” 

She raised an eyebrow, assessing his calm demeanor. “Alright. I suggest you buckle up, though. I don’t even have a drivers’ license.” 

He didn’t seem phased, but clicked the buckle across his chest anyways, chuckling. Charlotte was grateful for his patience as he talked her through how to steer the jet out the open hangar door. When he finished and looked at her expectantly, she bit her lip. 

“Would you mind to…could you just show me first?” She ran a hand through her hair. “I’m more of a…visual learner.” 

He smiled and nodded. “Of course.” As he talked through what he was doing, Charlotte locked in on his movements. The order he flipped switches on, the pressure he applied to the joysticks, the directions his eyes flicked and what he was monitoring. Every detail locked into place in her brain as he gently set the jet down on the landing pad outside the hangar. As sunlight streamed in the massive windshield, she took a deep breath, cycling through the steps she’d just committed to memory.

"Your turn. Remember what I said about altitude control," Rodriguez said, guiding her through the process of lifting the quinjet off the ground. As the aircraft ascended, Charlotte's heart flipped. Her movements were mechanical, perfectly imitating what she’d seen him do, reciting the steps out loud as if she was reading from a textbook.

For the next hour, they practiced navigation, altitude adjustments, and basic maneuvers. Rodriguez praised her improvements, but Charlotte's tension lingered. From her training with Bucky, she was well aware of her own weakness. She could learn, but she had to be able to adapt. It was easy for her to watch Agent Rodriguez perform a maneuver and then precisely execute it in the exact same circumstance, but would she be able to perform this skill outside of this scenario? Could she execute the same sharply banked turn in an airborne firefight with an enemy? Could she pull this steep climb up the face of a cliff during an escape? Would she be able to take off during mass chaos inside the cockpit, where she didn’t have the luxury of pacing herself exactly as he had done it? Her training with Bucky had admittedly given her many useful skills, but it had taken away the blind confidence she had in her abilities to learn and then do. She couldn’t mimic something she’d never seen. Almost every mission would require spur of the moment decisions, flexibility, growth. She wouldn’t have someone to absorb information from. She had to know these things inside and out and be able to perform them when it counted. That’s what was making her grip the controls like a vice. Not the fear of heights, not the speed, but the pressure of truly learning this so that when it mattered…she wouldn’t need to be rescued.

As the lesson progressed, Charlotte found herself settling into a rhythm. 

"Alright, Charlotte, let's try a controlled descent," Rodriguez suggested. “Do you want me to show you first and then we can go back up for you to try?”

She stopped herself before she could say yes. “Actually, I’d like to try this one myself first. Can you talk me through it? Like we’re on comms?” 

He nodded, giving her a reassuring smile before giving her step by step instructions. It was a little rockier than the ascent, with her relying on the human side of her brain rather than the enhanced. As she got the hang of it, they descended more smoothly, and Charlotte marveled at the sensation of control she was gaining. By the time they touched back on the landing pad, Charlotte had logged several hours of flight time. She taxied the quinjet back into the hangar, feeling a mix of exhaustion and accomplishment.

"Great job, Agent Rossi. You've got the potential to be a skilled pilot," Rodriguez commended her, extending a hand for her to shake. “Charlotte.”

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The atmosphere in Calla's quarters was warm and welcoming as Charlotte stepped inside the next night. The apartment, though much smaller than the communal Avengers space, exuded a cozy charm. The aroma of pasta wafted through the air, instantly making Charlotte's stomach growl.

"Hope you're hungry. I'm no culinary expert, but my Italian blood picks up the slack," Calla said, a playful grin on her face.

"Hungry doesn't even begin to cover it," Charlotte replied, realizing how famished she was after her intensive training session. The team had only been gone two days and she was shocked at how much she struggled with the isolation. She’d been on her own for two years, and in the couple months she’d been with the team, it had become her new normal. Her very much preferred normal. The past two days, she’d avoided the common room as much as possible. It felt too big and empty. Even the grounds with the other agents felt preferable to that. Luckily after yesterday morning’s incident, no one seemed too keen to harass her. Between flight lessons, doing solo simulations in the training room, and her normal strength and conditioning; she was beat. It was a welcome relief when Calla had sent word through FRIDAY to invite her to dinner. 

"So, Calla," Charlotte began, sipping from her wine glass, "I'm sure you've got some interesting stories from your time here. What's it like working with the Avengers?"

Calla chuckled, a warmth in her eyes as she recalled various encounters. "Oh, where do I even begin? Well, there was this one time when Tony accidentally activated his suit's repulsors during a team meeting. Papers everywhere, and he blamed it on a malfunction."

Charlotte laughed, imagining the scene. "Classic Tony. Always the showman, even in mishaps."

"Exactly," Calla agreed, "But it's not just the tech mishaps. I once had to explain to Thor why we couldn't replicate the flavor of Asgardian mead in a pill form. That was a challenging day."

They settled at the small dining table, laden with plates of pasta, fresh bread and two glasses of wine. Charlotte took a bite of the steaming pasta, eyes rolling back at the rich flavor. "This is incredible. You're severely underselling your cooking skills." She took another bite and spoke through a full mouth. “Sam Wilson is a lucky man.”

Calla chuckled. "I'm glad you like it. So, tell me more about your training. Yesterday you mentioned flight lessons?."

"Yeah, it's a learning curve, but I'm getting there," Charlotte said between bites.

“Forgive me for being so forward, but isn’t learning kind of your thing?” Calla’s eyes were kind, not at all teasing or malicious.

“Yeah, you could say that.” Charlotte chuckled, taking a sip of her wine. “It’s complicated. Or maybe I just make it complicated. If I see it, I can mimic it. It’s like my body just…knows what to do. If you tell me something, or if I read something, I remember it. The hard part is with things that I can’t see, can’t imitate. Things like instinct, spur of the moment decisions, situations I haven’t seen before. You can’t teach that stuff.”

Calla paused for a moment, watching her. “That bothers you.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.” She twirled the stem of her wine glass between her fingers. “I don’t like feeling incompetent.” 

“From what I’ve seen, you’re far from incompetent. Your abilities make you a force to be reckoned with. Especially considering everything you managed to do before coming here. Getting out of cryofreeze, making your way across the world after not even having seen this decade before? I’d say that’s pretty adaptable.” 

Charlotte chuckled. “Thanks. I know how to survive, I can figure things out. I just feel slower, I guess. I’m used to it being automatic, like it’s programmed into me. Well,” She shrugged. “It is.” 

“I know it doesn’t change anything…but I am sorry. For everything you went through.” She gave a soft smile. 

“Don’t be sorry. We can’t change the past, right? Besides, I wouldn’t ever be able to work an office job anyways.” 

Calla laughed, sensing it was time to change the subject. She volunteered more stories about herself, much to Charlotte’s relief. They talked about her childhood, her experiences in the military, all the juicy details of her love life with Sam. By the time they finished dinner, their stomachs were hurting both from the amount of bread and pasta they’d eaten and the amount of laughing they’d done. 

“So that really makes a black eye go away faster?” Charlotte marveled.

Calla smiled knowingly. "Yep. Cold compresses and arnica gel. Trick of the trade.”

“Damn, where were you when I first got here?” 

“Same place I always am, holed up in the lab!” She winked as she cleared the table.

"So, what's the deal with Bucky?" Charlotte ventured, feigning casual curiosity. “I mean, he and Sam are close, right?”

Calla raised an eyebrow. "You're asking about Barnes? Why? Interested?" She winked.

Charlotte toyed with her hair, "No, no…not like that. Just curious. I mean, he's a bit…prickly."

Calla chuckled. "He’s not exactly warm and fuzzy. You're not the first to be curious. He’s difficult to read. Even Sam wondered where they stood for a while. I think he just decided he and Barnes were friends one day and eventually he stopped fighting it.” 

“That sounds about right,” Charlotte laughed. “The problem is, I can’t tell which one of us is fighting it. I feel like we just don’t…mesh like we should.” 

“Some people would call that sexual tension.” 

“Calla!” 

“I’m just saying.” She shrugged and sipped her wine. 

“It’s definitely not like that.” Charlotte rolled her shoulders, suddenly uncomfortable in her seat. 

“Would you want it to be?” 

“No!” She met Calla’s unconvinced gaze. “It wouldn’t work, it doesn’t make sense. We can’t even make it through a training session together without being at each others’ throats.” 

“Again, some people are into that.” 

Charlotte couldn’t help but laugh at her nonchalance. 

“But seriously, you don’t think Barnes is good looking?” Calla leaned forward on her elbows. 

“Well, he’s obviously good looking. The problem isn’t that. It’s him. He’s too serious, he’s controlling, he’s overbearing and intense and broody. He treats me like I’m helpless, like some stupid kid.” 

“Does he treat you that way or is that just the way you feel?”

“I’m sorry, is this dinner or therapy?” 

“Little of both.” Calla winked. “Well, for what it’s worth, Sam seems to think there’s more to your…dynamic than meets the eye. He said Bucky isn’t easily baited into arguments, but he seems to have a short fuse with you.” 

“Lucky me.” Charlotte rolled her eyes, reaching for the bottle of wine to refill her glass. 

“I’m just saying, the opposite of love isn’t hate. It’s indifference. He is definitely not indifferent when it comes to you.” 

For a moment, Charlotte said nothing. She finished pouring the wine and set the bottle back on the table, taking a slow sip. 

“I don’t see him as the relationship type.”

“So far, he really hasn’t been. Sam, Steve, Nat, and even Tony, have all tried setting him up. But he's a tough one to crack. Even when he obliges them, it usually ends in a polite date at best. He never even calls them back. I think he’s had a few hookups here and there when they go out drinking, or when Stark has parties at the Tower, but he’s pretty private about that stuff. Even from Sam.” 

Charlotte swallowed, throat dry. She hadn’t exactly assumed Bucky had been celibate his whole post-HYDRA life, had she? Truthfully, she hadn’t really thought of it at all. Her life of freedom had only just gotten to the fun part when she was recruited by Natasha. Even so, the fun part hadn’t extended to that kind of fun. Did she expect the same from him? 

Seeming to read the expression on her face, Calla spoke again. “How’s training been? You still feeling okay?” Her eyes flicked to the metal bracelet on Charlotte’s wrist.

“Yeah, more or less. It’s definitely a nuisance, impossible to ignore.” She twisted it around, eying it distastefully. 

“Good. I had a hand in picking out the alarm tone, you know.” She smirked. 

“Of course you did. Just when I was starting to like you.” Charlotte scoffed playfully. “So you’re somehow involved in everything, engaged to one of my roommates, and helped engineer the very bane of my existence…and you stayed completely under the radar the whole time?”

“It’s easy to stay hidden when no one is looking for you.” She smiled. “Were you looking for any signs of Sam being in a relationship? Did you have any interest in the rest of the science and engineering team? Did you try to get to know anyone else in the lab?” 

“I guess not,” Charlotte thought. “You just hid in plain sight.” 

“I’m glad I came out of hiding for this weekend.” Her eyes crinkled at the corners as she raised her glass. 

“Me too.” Charlotte returned her smile, clinking her glass against Calla’s. “I have a question.” 

“Shoot.” 

“Do you get to do your own research, your own experiments? Or do you have assignments?” 

“A little of both. We have projects as a team, goals we’re working towards. Finding breakthroughs for faster healing, perfecting new types of shields and weaponry, things like that. We also have blanket funding for other research we want to conduct. Although, truth be told, I love the research I’m assigned to. It’s hard enough to tear myself away just to eat and sleep.” 

Charlotte nodded slowly. “Are you looking for a new project?”

“Did you have one in mind?” Calla raised an eyebrow. 

“I just…I feel like I’m incomplete. Like they glitched in my programming, or whatever. Mentally, everything is great. I just feel like I’m not where I should be, physically.” She held her wrist up, dangling the bracelet again.

“Charlotte, you’re a genetically engineered super soldier. You’re head and shoulders above the average human in every way. Not to mention the edge you have from your mental enhancements.” Her gaze was wary, her tone more serious. 

“I know, I know. I guess I just wonder what would be possible if someone good had been in charge of…everything. If it could have turned out better.” 

“Human experimentation is a dangerous and unethical game. We don’t condone that here.” 

“What if you had a willing test subject?” 

“Charlotte…are you seiously asking what I think you are?” Her face was incredulous.

“I don’t even really know what I’m asking.” She shifted in her seat. “After you told me your specialties, it just got me thinking. What if we can work together? I mean, HYDRA might still be out there. If they are, they’re definitely working on something bigger and badder. If we want to have an edge, to get to breakthroughs before they do…shouldn’t we try?” Her eyes were wide and genuine. “It’s not like you’d be ruining my life. That train left the station about seventy years ago.” 

Calla chewed her bottom lip, less composed than Charlotte had seen her all night. 

Before she could respond, the quiet atmosphere was shattered by an earth-shaking explosion that reverberated through the compound. The empty plates rattled on the table, wine sloshing in the glasses. Both women sprang to their feet, their eyes wide with alarm.

"What the hell was that?" Charlotte exclaimed, arms out for balance as the tremors slowed down. 

Calla rushed to the balcony, throwing open the door as she ran, her eyes scanning the night sky. "That sounded like an attack outside the shield. But who would dare..."

Before she could finish, the sky erupted in streaks of light as rockets were fired from a distant aircraft. It was a few miles away, but clearly visible in the night sky. They were banking hard, circling back. Their aim wasn’t on the compound itself, but on one of the shield generators. It was deep in the woods, buried underground. Although it was within it’s own protection, if enough damage was done to the ground around it, the displaced earth could damage it even inside the shield. This was one of three generators, but the loss of one would severely increase the load on the others. Another explosion shook the earth as flames exploded into the sky above the treeline. The enemy's assault on the shield protecting the compound was relentless.

Charlotte's heart pounded. She knew the protocols for such situations – rally the Avengers, secure the perimeter, get the agents to the designated safe zones. A sinking feeling in her gut told her there was something more to this. It was nearly midnight, meaning the compound was at its emptiest. The only people here were the few that lived here, the agents on night patrol, and the ones assigned to the mission the team was away on. The mission that drew the most important members of the team the furthest away from the compound, right before it was attacked. 

It was a trap. 

"Calla, we need to go. Now," Charlotte urged, urgency cutting through the chaos.

They sprinted through Calla’s apartment and tore down the halls. After emerging from the back stairwell to the lab, they froze in the night air, witnessing the alarming scene unfolding across the compound. The once serene night had transformed into a battleground. A handful of agents were sprinting from the guard towers towards the main building, an attempt to reconvene and come up with a plan. Looking back from their retreating backs to the hangar, Charlotte willed herself to think clearly. 

"I need to get to the Quinjet. If I can get airborne, we might have a chance," Charlotte declared, her mind racing. “There’s only one of them, and I can fire from inside the shield.” 

“Charlotte, if the shield falls and you’re in close range…” Calla protested.

“We don’t have much of an option right now. If the shield falls at all, there won’t be much left to show for it.”

Calla nodded, her military training kicking in. "Let's move.” 

They sprinted across the compound, the ground still trembling from the last detonation. The usually quiet night air echoed with the sounds of alarms and distant explosions. As they approached the place where the path diverged between the main SHIELD building and the hangar, Charlotte stopped, grabbing Calla’s arm.

"Calla, I need you to go to the main building. Rally all the agents on the property, secure the perimeter, and keep communication lines open. I’ll get on comms as soon as I get to the hangar. I need to know if there really is only one bird up there. We don't know if this is just a diversion. Get word to the rest of the team ASAP and feed them all the intelligence we have so far. I'll take the Quinjet and provide air support. If anything happens to me, do not under any circumstances leave the compound to come for me. Take as many agents as you can into the bunker and wait for backup. Understood?" Charlotte gave clear and direct orders, eyes calculating and intense.

Calla hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Understood. Be careful, Charlotte."

Without waiting for more, Charlotte sprinted for the hangar, her focus unwavering. Stripping off layers of clothing as she ran, footsteps echoing through the empty, cavernous room, she headed straight for the locker room. In less than a minute, she was zipping up her battle suit, more thankful than ever for the self-lacing technology in her boots. She didn’t waste time grabbing weapons, relying on the small arsenal in the Quinjet. Plucking an earpiece from the cabinet near the door, she slid it into her ear and began running again. 

“Command, this is Mockingbird, do you copy?” 

The line crackled to life as a tinny voice came through the other end. “Mockingbird, this is Command. We read you loud and clear.”

“Tell me what you see.”

“One combat aircraft near Generator Alpha, none detected near Bravo or Charlie. We’re picking something else up on radar, but it’s pretty high up and we can’t get a clear read. Could be backup, use extreme caution and keep stealth mode ON.” 

“Roger that,” She emerged back into the night sky, feet pounding the concrete as she ran towards the nearest Quinjet. The one she’d been practicing in earlier that day. She lowered the ramp and scrambled inside, running towards the cockpit so quickly that the chair nearly spun with momentum as she dropped into it. Hands flying over the instrument panel, she brought the aircraft to life. The engines ignited in a familiar roar, a chaotic harmony to the blood pulsing in her ears. Not from fear of what she was about to do, but from fear for her friends, and what they must have flown into. Pushing the thought from her mind, she brought her focus back to the present moment. She couldn’t control what was happening on the other side of the world, but she could sure as hell make sure they had something to come back to. 

“Mockingbird to Command, prepared for takeoff.” 

“Roger that, Mockingbird. All clear. Go get ‘em.”

[gayerthanevertbh]

apeitheia - part six.

pairings | scarlett johansson x fem!reader

summary | hollywood’s wealthiest actress, scarlett johansson, is happily married to her comedian husband. that is until she meets one of her staff in her brand-new company and starts to have a long-lasting affair - which is committing adultery and the disobedience that comes within. (THIS IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL!)

warnings | mentions of smut, detailed angst - 18+ YOU’VE BEEN WARNED! age difference, mentions of biphobia, jealous!scarlett, mentions of sexting (sex while texting), argument. 

notes | not my proudest work, this was lazy writing. and i’ve written this a couple of days ago, but chapter seven will be better. i promise!

series masterlist | masterlist | taglist for this series

“I’m glad you can join me tonight,” says Scott with a whimsical smile, rolling a forkful of pasta and shoving it into his mouth gracefully. I smiled at him but my eyes averted back down to my plate once we had this awkward silence between us. I mean, could you blame me though? I haven’t seen Scott in many years, it’s quite abrupt and all of the sudden to just see his face once again. And what was worse is that he’s my ex-boyfriend, the boy I used to be so in love with many years ago. Although I could truly say that I was just being a teenager, I don’t feel for him that way anymore.

“Well, I had no choice.”

He laughs, amused to be exact.

“You had a choice,” he responded but with more emphasis on the last word. I shook my head stupidly and drank my red wine from the rim of the glass, admiring the restaurant he chose. Well, knowing him, he’d choose something so fancy to clearly impress someone. “Y/N, come on. This is just like… reminiscing the times where we used to be good–”

“Correction,” I interrupted him before he could finish his sentence, almost giving him a grimacing look. “There’s nothing to reminisce about, Scott. You literally broke up with me in the middle of a fucking ball.”

“Harsh, are we now, honey?” he says, stifling his laugh that I could practically see it growing on his chest. I rolled my eyes – not sure if that was a playful matter – and continued to eat my dish, focusing on my taste buds instead of his snarky remarks. Give him another minute, he speaks. But this time, I wish to not listen.

“How are your parents?”

“They’re fine,” I responded to him with a tight-lip smile, brushing the cloth onto my mouth and swirling my wine within my hands; somehow wishing that Scarlett was right in front of me instead of him. “I mean, I haven’t heard from them in a while. They don’t really reach out, so.”

“Oh,” his body deflated as well as his mouth, sort of looking like a pout that he made in an awful way. “I’m sorry, is everything okay?”

“You’re trying to sound empathetic.”

“At least I’m trying.”

“Let’s not pretend you care, Scott,” I say with a rigid voice, almost bursting out with laughter. “You don’t actually care, you just say this because of your intentions for me.”

He leaned against the edge of the white cloth table and looked sideways, biting his lip to make it look like he was anticipating and sexy when that was completely the opposite. He whispers close, “I do have my intentions, Y/N. Though, I’ll keep it slow for you.”

“You have to know that I have a girlfriend,” I say nonchalantly, almost like bringing it up – which was a good thing. I hoped that I had a ring so I could prove it to him, but there were no rings. There was also no proof other than him seeing me and Scarlett at the store a few weeks ago. “I hope you know that I have no intentions of dating you again.”

“Who said I had any intentions of dating you again?” he scrunched his eyebrows with a side smirk, rapping his fingers against the cloth which made me prickle my skin.

He knows what he’s doing, I dated him and made love to him. Of course, I know his intentions.

“I still wanted to let you know, Scott.”

He sighs and nods – rather slowly – as he wipes his mouth with the cloth that was perfectly well made on the table. I could hear soft faded piano music in the background, so I decided to focus on that right now instead of his ragged breathing.

“Is it Scarlett?”

I look up and notice his stare, which I didn’t seem to understand whether it was a good look or a bad one. Either way, I wanted to be away from this dining table as far as I could possibly be. Instead, I shrugged my shoulder and gave him a tight nod. He lets out an Ah voice quietly and plays with his fingers against the table, it was as if he’s interested in my love life.

“You do know she has a husband.”

“I am aware,” I seethed, gritting my teeth as I almost stabbed my fork on the plate and scraped it until his ears were bleeding endlessly. I was fully aware that Scarlett was still married, is still married. And most of the time, I do feel guilty about it. The constant pit on your stomach that rises up from time to time whenever she’s around was not as gleeful as it sounds. I murmured, “She’s getting a divorce, it’s not like we’re doing something wrong.”

“Disobedience is a sin,” says Scott with an edge on his tone as my body felt small with his voice, his dominance over me – which never happens. “What you’re doing will cause trouble for everyone.”

And that hit me like a truck or a train or whatever some sort of vehicle that could possibly strike that in my brain until it’s tainted all over my bones as well as my sanity. I felt my face fall in despair, my limbs start to hurt from the idea of being the homewrecker when I haven’t realized in so long that I am one. I engaged with my encounter with Scarlett, I openly gave her my everything as well as she did with hers. We were utterly insane towards each other, how could I not have thought that through?

At some point, he’s right. It is a sin, disobedience. It was a silly term but as soon as you deepen the word, it hits you hard.

Apeitheia.

“Can we just finish our food and go home?” I said with a grumbling voice and almost dunked the wine into my throat, desperately trying to feel something else other than guilt and shame. Scott just sighs and ate his food quietly, only to remember that Scarlett was waiting outside of the restaurant at this hour.

                                                      —

I sat quietly in the front seat beside Scarlett, noticing that her eyes were hooded and her hands were cold when I touched them. I leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek, which made me smile a little when I could almost sense her flustering. “Hey,” I whispered close to her face. “How was the meeting?”

“It was great,” her voice was soft but I could tell that she was a little on edge today. She starts the ignition and quickly drives away from the parking lot, her eyes sticking to the road and her hands gripping the steering wheel. I sighed quietly and sat back, laying on the side of my head against the window as rain pours down softly above us. I hear her asking, “What happened with your little date with Scott?”

Again, there was an edge in her voice. But this time, it was like you could see it through a glass. I watched her movements intently and began to notice that her breathing had changed, becoming thicker. I gulped and tried to remember what happened at that dinner before I could muster out stupid words that she might not understand. It clearly shows that she wasn’t fond of Scott.

“We didn’t really talk a lot.”

“Is that the last time you’ll be seeing him again?” a tinge of hope was in her tone as her eyes lit up with the idea of not coming across with Scott again. But knowing his intentions and his recklessness, there is a big chance that I could see him all the time.

“I mean, I hope not intentionally.”

She chuckles to herself, making a left to the Hamptons area. “What does that suppose to mean?”

“It means the dinner went awful, Scarlett. I do not want to see him again, but I hope not intentionally because he can be everywhere.”

“Then let’s move to another fucking household, yeah?” she responded with a seep of anger in her voice and hit the breaks, not caring if she didn’t park her car properly. I watched as she stomped her way to the door and it was my cue to follow her, clearly feeling horrible from what I’ve said. When we got to the middle room, I dropped the car keys onto the silver plate and watched intently at the way she sits on the couch – placing her palm against her forehead, looking distraught. My heart started to ache with the sight and began to walk closer to my girlfriend, kneeling on the floor as I tried to look her in the eyes.

“Lovie?” I call out the nickname that I made for her, wondering if that would mend her jealous heart. But she looked away from me and stood up, brushing me off. I was a little hurt by the action that she caused, but decided to stay on the floor, whispering: “Are you jealous of Scott?”

Scarlett shakes her head and puts her hands on her hips, turning around with slightly puffed eyes with tears that almost made me want to cry. She sniffles, pinching her nose bridge that looked like she was practically annoyed as she asked: “Do you still like this boy?”

“What are you talking about–”

“Answer my fucking question please,” her voice was so quiet that I could barely hear her but I heard them crystal clear, she was in fact jealous of Scott.

“Scarlett, I don’t like Scott…” I tell her, standing up as I try to reach for her arms, but she completely brushed me away, again! She walks around in a circle and mumbles something that I cannot comprehend to know or to even think, but it shows that she was clearly upset with the situation. I never intended to hurt her nor even make it this far, I just didn’t realize how badly she would react to this.

“He likes you,” she whispers and turns around to face me, her eyes now red with glimmering tears in her eyes that flow down onto her cheek effortlessly. I wish I could wipe them away but my hands were so still. “He fucking–he wants you, Y/N. He wants you and he needs you, just like how I need you!”

“Scarlett–”

“Do not fucking,” she raises her hands in the air and lets out a muffled sob, covering her mouth with her left hand as her other one was on her waist – trying to hold herself, keeping it all together. All I could offer was being present with her resentment toward Scott, and comfort in the near future. “Scott is your age, he’s young and handsome and could possibly relate to you more than I can. He’s a perfect man, is he Y/N? So perfect that–”

“Now you’re being biphobic,” I stated, my eyes narrowing towards her as I could see a flash of anger in her green eyes. “If this was anyone else, you wouldn’t be this upset!”

She scoffs and scratches the back of her head irritably, making a loud tsk sound, and says in almost a high voice that completely shudders me. “I’m not trying to be biphobic, Y/N! I’m just–god, I am jealous of Scott! Okay? Is that what you want to fucking hear? He’s so young and he’s perfect for you. And I’m just this fucking old woman who is in love with a younger person. I could barely relate to any of your jokes, I don’t understand the way you text me sometimes, or how your family reacted once they found out that you’re dating me, or maybe I didn’t go to the same school with you and had a relationship with you at such a young age! God–Fuck! I don’t know.”

I held a hand on my neck, trying not to let out a loud sob. I quietly whispered that she could barely hear me, “Now you’re just hurting my feelings.”

“Well, you’re hurting mine too!” her voice sounded more defeated than mine, her body ached more than mine. And her face looked paler than mine, I felt guiltier than she did. It almost made me feel like some huge slut that couldn’t stop having an affair with a married woman, it was sickening to my stomach. She sits on the edge of the couch, sobbing through her hand as her blonde hair shields her face away from me – almost making me want to tie them up just to cup her face and say: I love you, and I’m sorry.

I slowly sat down beside her and tried to brush her hair away from her face, trying to get a glimpse of her beautiful eyes but she looked away from me and continued to sob onto her hand. I whispered with a croak in my voice, “I’m sorry, lovie. I didn’t know that you would be–Scott is no better than you, I’d still choose you at the end of the day. You know that… we vowed to that.”

Scarlett looks up and her eyes travel to the living room, looking at every object except my eyes. She took a deep shuddering breath and whispered close to my mouth, “I just want you to be mine.”

“And I’m yours completely.”

“Not yet,” she murmured, eyeing my finger and imagining a silver diamond ring that was wrapped around my skin. She almost smiled at the idea, the thought of her proposing to me was the only thing she’d ever wanted – that she’d ever needed. She can’t do that right now because of her divorce, but she made a promise to herself that she will marry me. I even knew that myself. Her fingers played with my ring finger and brought it to her lips, pecking on it which made me giggle.

“I hope Scott will never show up again,” there was a slight edge on her tone but quickly dismissed me as she looked at me in the eyes, smiling to herself – making me press my forehead against hers. “I’m sorry for hurting you, petal. I got too aggressive.”

“It’s not your fault,” I responded, resting my head against her soft chest as she held me there while kissing my head with the comfort and love that I always seek from her. It really wasn’t her fault, and we’ve never fought like that ever since we started dating. “I love you, okay Scar?”

“I love you more, lovebug. Always.”

She made love to me in the middle of a Sunday morning, the skies were still pitch black as the rain heavily poured down from the sky. Our bodies felt so scandalized but safe, she held my hand on my chest as she thrust her strap inside of me, whispering to my ear that she was so in love with my body and with my whole self. I began to think that she was becoming obsessed with the fact that I exist in front of her, but that’s just me being narcissistic; even though that’s not my character trait.

Scarlett kisses my ear, then to my neck until her head is buried in it. Her pace was starting to get rough, her grunts were becoming more evident as my silent screams became more like screams of pleasure. When she finally releases, she holds me tight until I can barely breathe. It was like her saying: I don’t think I’ll ever let you go. I was saying the same thing when I clenched around the faux dick that was inside of me and we were both connected. She finally kissed my lips but in a sloppy way, which I didn’t mind, and continued to thrust inside of me relentlessly until we were both tired.

With each touch and every kiss that we pondered with each other, I finally began to realize that this was the woman that I wanted to say yes to. To have my future with, even though there could be numerous people that don’t support our relationships. Scarlett was the type of person who would run away and be happy as long as her happy pills were with her, and I was her happy pill.

SEPTEMBER 13, 2022: PAST.

“So, that flower shop in Cannes,” I say while shoving both of my hands in my coat pockets, inhaling the fall air while we both walked quietly to a forest which god knows where it’ll take us. “I think I have something to say about that.”

Y/N immediately stops in her tracks and her face goes pale, her eyes widen, and says with a shuddering voice, “Please don’t tell me you bought a flower shop there, please don’t–”

“Well, I may have bought a land that is your floral shop.”

Her jaw drops and I could see her face forming into this cute scrunch that makes me want to cup her cheeks together. I almost laughed when I could see her squirming onto her feet, jumping twice in the air before she wraps her arms around my neck and gives me many pecks on the face – which I never complain about.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she says with a whine as I kiss her on the lips, sadly briefly. “Scarlett, I promise that you didn’t have to do that. I’m saving money so that I can repay you back.”

“Hush,” I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear and kissed the corner of her mouth softly, my fingers holding her jaw and pulling away with the sound of our lips smacking. “Consider it as an early birthday present, petal. You know I love spending my money on you.”

“That ‘I love spending my money on you.' is seriously getting out of hand,” she says while tugging me close with her hands on my coat, pulling me utterly close to her until I could feel her breath trickling down my lip. “I want to give too, honey. Let me get you something–”

Before she could even finish that sentence, I added, “You being with me is the best gift of all, baby girl. I don’t need anything else when I can have you.”

She rolls her eyes playfully and continued to walk to the path that we don’t know where it’ll take us, but if I could get lost with her – it would be so worth it. That means I get more time with petal than anyone else can. It’s not me being selfish, well I do sound like a selfish prick but I do love spending my time with Y/N because we never get to do something like this in public. And even if we do, I’d have to wear a mask and cover most of my tattoos so that I could at least hold her hand, even though I’m wearing a glove.

But sometimes, love just has to work like this for now. As I said, I’d do anything for petal. Although there is this thought inside of me that I do not want to get caught, not because I could lose my career but maybe because I like my relationship with my petal to be private. That no one else has to know our relationship except us, which makes me think if that makes me an ass.

“You’re thinking really hard, aren’t you lovie?” she calls out my nickname like it was natural for her, and my stomach would not stop fluttering from it. I nodded but held her hand tight, stomping our way out of the woods.

“I’m just thinking about us living in Cannes, that’s all.”

“Wouldn’t that be a splendid thought?” she laughs, leans her head against my shoulder while I drop her hand just to wrap my arms around her tiny waist; feeling like our walk was inevitable, wishing it was inevitable.

“It would be, baby. It would.”

                                                      /

(12:56 am): I can’t visit you later morning. I’m sorry, but Colin has been suspicious of me and my phone. He thinks that I’m spending way too much on it because I was never the type of person that would spend a lot on their phone. Anyway, give me a couple of days. Okay? I love you, my baby girl. I can’t text much longer.

(12:58 am): it’s okay, scar. i understand, no worries. you can mute me if you’d like, i don’t really mind.

(1:30 am): He just fell asleep. Baby, I might not see you for a week. I have to go to Argentina with Colin, I asked if I could stay but he needs me there. I love you so much, I’ll come to visit you once I’m back. Also with the floral shop, could we go to Cannes by next month? You’re going to love it there.

(1:30 am): sounds amazing, honey. i miss you already :( do you want me to send you something? it usually helps you sleep, right?

(1:32 am): God damn baby… Just thinking about you being naked. I want my hands all over your fucking tits, my fingers buried deep inside of you.

(1:33 am): i wish i could help with the hormones but i gotta sleep now lovie :(

(1:33 am): You are a tease. Don’t worry, going to fuck you dumb once I come home. Maybe we can do it in the car, we always fantasize about that, don’t we?

(1:34 am): that we do, baby. but seriously, go to bed. i love you, text me when you’re up. goodnight :)

(1:35 am): Goodnight, petal. I love you more and more, always.

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[glwstic]

Rec List 1: Teen Wolf

- You're a Part of Me Now by whentheywrite

Stiles smelled like terror. Tasted like hope. The words ‘I love you too’ lingered on Derek’s tongue. But then as lightning cracked across the sky and suddenly, Stiles’s lips were yanked away from his own, the words never came.

They never came.

“Remember I love you,” was whispered in his ear. Derek’s eyes flew open right as there was another crack of lightning. Amber eyes alit with terror. Derek’s heart leaped into his throat and he reached out.

“Stiles—”

But he was gone.

Oneshot,  2,751 words

-  Under the bright (but faded lights) by whentheywrite

“What if I wanted the bite?”

Derek stiffened on the couch, closing his book. He hadn’t heard Stiles’s heartbeats or scent approaching the loft and that unnerved him more than he would ever admit out loud. Stiles stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, and he looked pissed.

Derek stood slowly. They hadn’t talked about this yet. He’d been too terrified to bring it up and Stiles had never once said a word.

“The bite?”

Oneshot,  5,490 words

-  The Idea of the Fall by whentheywrite

“Where was Scott?”

This time, when Stiles winced, it was for a different reason. “I dunno. Out?”

“How did this happen?”

“I got jumped leaving the station a couple of hours ago,” Stiles said quietly. “But really, dude, it’s fine. I couldn’t get an answer from his phone so I figured I’d come here instead—”

“Not the hospital?”

“Dude, it’s a few bruises and cuts. I’m not going to the hospital for that.”

Oneshot,  2,551 words

-  Home by TheTypewriterGirl

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

18/18 completed,  167,178 words

- here is the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

Oneshot,  22,322 words

-  Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.” 

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly. 

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding: 

DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

---

Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

Oneshot,  35,197 words

-  Don't Worry Baby by kalpurna

"You know you're allowed to ask for vanilla sex, right?" he says, afterwards. "We can do whatever you want. That's kind of the point."

Derek doesn't respond.

Oneshot,  20,276 words

-  We've Written Volumes (in Blood and Scars and Ink) by notthequiettype

Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He's cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there's a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There's so much blood around him he feels like he's floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he's in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he's alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.

As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, "This is going to kill my dad."

Oneshot,  25,935 words

- Six Letter Word for Romance by TroubleIWant

In which Stiles ships Derek/nice things almost as hard as I do

Or

Stiles definitely starts off thinking it’s fucking hilarious that Derek-sourwolf-Hale does crosswords and cares about scuffs on his furniture.

But at a certain point, and he can’t pinpoint exactly when, “fully functional adult couple” somehow becomes a massive fetish of his. Derek in sweats and bare feet, nudging his glasses up his nose while he does the Sunday crossword? Unff. Derek filling out forms to get some renovations on his property approved? Oh God, yes. Derek putting away groceries and bitching that the corner store was out of the right type of Greek yogurt? Take me now, Stiles thinks, worrying at his lower lip with his teeth.

This can’t be normal.

Oneshot,  6,322 words

- It's Happening by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Derek stopped listening to him, brain going a mile a minute.

Derek, it’s fucking happening! Derek, please!

He would recognize that fucking voice anywhere.

Two years. Two fucking years had passed, and now this little shit was standing in front of him, speaking his name, and grinning like an idiot.

“It’s you,” Derek said, earning him a confused look from Stiles. “The phone call. Two years ago. It was you.”

(SNYE - January 2nd - Time Travel)

Oneshot,  61,370 words

[countrymusiclover]

15 - Heading Home

Part 16

The Texas Tire Family

Tags just ask - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita @liesanddreams

Shutting my locker I jumped a little seeing my friend next door Amber standing right in front of me. “Hey Y/n, I think I found a guy for you. Look over there.” She pointed with her finger where I followed her finger seeing that she was pointing out the curly haired Cooper boy.

“Georgie Cooper. Are you crazy?” I whispered to her, feeling my face turning red at the thought.

She shakes my shoulders seeing that I was red like a tomato. “You’re blushing. You like him, you like him.”

Covering her mouth with my hands I pushed her against the lockers hoping that he didn’t hear her. I had recently started liking the young football player right before his younger brother Sheldon started coming here. He was only nine years old and he was a supposed genesis. “Okay so maybe I do. But can we talk about this later?”

She nodded hearing the end of day bell ring where she grabbed my arm dragging me out to the bus. Our bus stopped where we got off since the end of our road was a dead end. So we had to walk past the Cooper house to get to her house and mine a little ways down the street. “Watch out!”

Whipping our heads around someone shouted in our direction. Amber and I immediately dropped our bags and landed down on our knees seeing a baseball flying unit that hit some mud in the grass behind us. “Holy crap. Nice throw kid.” I responded seeing a younger girl running over to us.

“I’m sorry I was trying to learn baseball on my own. Since my family is busy.” She apologized picking the ball up off the ground giving us a kind smile a few moments afterwards. “I’m Missy Cooper.”

Waving at her I smiled sliding my backpack back up over my shoulder. “It’s nice to meet you, Missy. I’m Y/n. I could come over and give you pointers sometimes if you want.” She sent me a bright smile before Amber and I turned heading back home.

The girls were still grounded for a few more days which I wasn’t honestly happy to do. Carrying one of my bags in my arms I grunted sliding it in the back of the truck. Tonight we're taking a flight home back to Texas. We had to head back to work and the girls needed to start school in a few weeks. “I really don’t like you carrying stuff. The doctors said to keep it easy honey.”

“Georgie don’t worry about me. I managed to carry three babies on my bladder and deliver two of them perfectly fine. I think I can carry some boxes to help you out.” I explained turning around to face my husband who was carrying a larger suitcase pushing it in the backseat.

He shakes his head at me leaning against the side of the truck crossing his arms over his chest. “I just don’t want you working yourself too hard. I’m here to help if you let me.”

“I’ll always let you help. In fact, can you go check on the girls? I am going to make some lunches for the drive to the airport.” I shrugged my shoulders heading back into the apartment building. He held the door open for me watching me head towards the kitten.

Aurora and Evelyn came out of their rooms sitting their bag’s down. Baby Montana was sleeping in the car seat that we had him in already. “Daddy, are you and mommy ever going to unground us?”

“Eve, you stole my truck. You’re lucky I ain’t grounding you until you are old enough to drive and then take the car keys from you every time.” He sent them a glare picking up their bags heading outside.

Eve plopped down seeing that I had left the tv on and a movie preview came up for something called The Longest Ride. “Rora. Rora, it’s Scott Eastwood!”

“Oh my god. Him as a bull rider. Mom, can we please go see the movie when we get home.” My oldest daughter begged me when I picked the remote off the table about to shut the tv off. But I paused seeing that they were both giving me puppy dog eyes.

Slumping my shoulders I dropped the remote on the couch hearing Georgie coming back into the apartment to carry Montana out to the truck. He glanced in my direction, not sure what was going on. “What’s going on, I thought we agreed on no tv?”

“We did, Georgie.” I started sending him a look.

Eve leaned up on the back of the couch grabbing her father by his jean jacket knowing that he wouldn’t be able to resist her. He was always sweet to his girls. “Daddy, can we please go see the bull rider movie?”

“Uh Y/n…” He trailed off reading the age rating on the side of the screen.

Picking up the bag of sandwiches and the truck keys from the countertop I turned the tv off. Aurora and Evelyn both spun around on their feet waiting for an answer. “We will think about it but it is rated pg 13. So we might have to wait until you are older. Let’s go, we have a long flight home.”

The girls rose to their feet throwing on their boots and jackets climbing in the backseat. Shutting the passenger door behind me Georgie started making the drive there. Scrolling through pictures on my phone since I had been looking at wedding dresses that we couldn’t afford until now. “You two will be ungrounded before your father and I renew our vows. But under no circumstances are you to ever steal our car keys ever again.”

The five of us made it onto the airplane with just enough time. Georgie lays his head on my shoulder when I buried my face in the crook of his neck. “Don’t judge me if I ask this but why do our daughters care about some Eastwind guy?”

“Eastwood. He is in this movie they want to see, he plays a bull rider. But they aren’t old enough to watch it yet since the characters kiss and…you know.” I explained with a smirk on my face looking up into his brown eyes.

He nodded, running a hand through my hair until he reached above his head pulling out a hat from his carry-on bag that we each had. He sat the hat on my head where I looked at it on the screen of my phone seeing that he had bought me a light brown cowboy hat. “I got you that as an early birthday present. And a thank you for giving me our little boy. I love you in case you were wondering.”

“I love you too, Georgie.” Leaning forward I pressed my lips onto his where he wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me closer. “I appreciate the birthday present too.”

[momentofmemory]

"Please don't lie to me."

Scott & Melissa pls?

“Please don’t lie to me,” his mom whispers, leaning against the doorway.

It’s a testament to how tired he is when all that slips out is, “Why?”

His brain catches up with his mouth a half-second too late, and by then his mom’s face has already fractured into something fragile.

“That’s not what I meant,” he stammers, rearranging the sheets in a frantic attempt to appear normal, since trying (and definitely failing) to get out of bed would not help his case. “I just meant—I’m healing. It’s fine.”

His mom swallows. “Do you want me to look at it?”

He doesn’t ask ‘why,’ but only because it went so badly last time.

He can tell she doesn’t really want to look.

“I just redressed it,” he lies.

Sort of lies.

It’s clear she knows, but instead of pressing, she just sighs. “Okay. Well. I need to go into the hospital—call me if you need anything, okay?”

Scott blinks down at the phone she presses into his upturned hands. All four bars show up in the top left corner—full signal.

There hadn’t been any there at all when Theo had trapped him in the library.

“Scott?”

He pulls his gaze away from the phone to find her staring at him. Her scent’s all soured, the same one she used to get when she needed more of his paycheck to pay the bills through next month, but couldn’t bear to ask.

The phone feels heavy where it rests against his thighs.

He takes too long to respond, because her mouth pulls into a frown as she brushes his hair away from his forehead. The three-inch gash that had been there a few hours ago is completely healed over, unlike the gaping hole in his chest.

She hesitates. “Maybe I should stay until—”

“No.” He jerks away from her touch. “I’m okay. They said you needed to go.”

“Scott—”

“I’m fine.”

It comes out angrier than he’d meant.

Her hand falls away.

“Okay,” she says. Hesitant. The bed shifting as she stands. “Just—don’t try to get up until that’s healed, okay? It shouldn’t be long now.”

Scott just nods. He looks down at his phone, avoiding her eyes to make sure neither of them comment on how it’s already been too long.

“Okay,” she says finally, and then again, “okay. You text me as soon as that’s healed?”

Another nod.

He can hear her heart beating uncertainly in her chest. Her nails gripping the metal of the doorknob.

Then she’s gone.

[notanettelmao]

Pack Mentality pt. 2

Also on AO3

(Teen Wolf rewrite)

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Supernatural Warnings: usual TW stuff, usual SPN stuff... Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x reader Words: 1,2k

<<;back // next>>

Scott and Stiles were getting their lunch while Y/N had already gone to find a table to eat their food at. The guys were whispering as they slowly made their way over to her. Scott set his tray on the table and took off his backpack before sitting down, Stiles doing the same sitting across from him right next to Y/N. 

“Something happened last night and I can’t remember what,” Scott said as he stared at his food. Y/N looked up from her phone and blinked a few times.

“Yeah, you said that already.”

“What makes you sure that Derek even has all the answers?” Stiles asked, ignoring Y/N’s comment.

“Because during the full moon he was in full control while I was running around attacking some totally innocent guy,” Scott poked his food with a fork. Y/N looked back down at her phone not really paying attention to the conversation between her two friends. She was sure Stiles would repeat everything to her later anyway. 

“I can’t go out with Allison. I have to cancel.”

“You’re not canceling, okay? You can’t just cancel your entire life! We will figure it out.” Stiles gestured to himself, Y/N and Scott with his hand as he was talking. Suddenly someone slammed their tray on the table, making all three of them jump.

“Figure out what?” Lydia asked. Y/N frowned. What was she doing, sitting with them? She quickly turned her head to look at Stiles, rolling her eyes when she noticed how he was staring at Lydia. 

“Homework,” she answered quickly, smiling at Lydia - it looked more like a face someone would make after licking a lemon. More people started sitting down at their table, making Y/N shift in her seat. She wasn’t comfortable around all these wannabe cool kids. Y/N watched Jackson kick one of the people out of their chair so he could sit down. 

“I’m giving this ten minutes. Then I’m leaving,” she mumbled to Stiles. He didn’t respond though, making her sigh. 

“So, I hear they’re saying it’s some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar,” Danny broke the silence at the table.

“I heard a mountain lion,” Jackson said.

“A cougar is a mountain lion,” Y/N said at the same time as Lydia, both sounding annoyed. Both of them then looked at each other making eye contact. Danny and Jackson stared at Lydia, visibly confused.

“Isn’t it?” Lydia then asked, making Y/N raise an eyebrow at her and then frown. Why was she playing dumb? Y/N shook her head and looked back down to her phone, ignoring anything else being said by the people around her. She was going through articles about the mysterious black goo appearing all around America. She was sure all of those cases were leviathans. She hoped her brothers had everything under control. 

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“You’re a terrible bowler!” Stiles said loudly after the three friends left the cafeteria. Y/N was laughing next to him as Scott groaned.

“I know! I’m such an idiot!” 

“It was like watching a trainwreck! First, it turned into the whole group-date thing, and then out of nowhere comes that phrase-” Stiles continued.

“Hang out,” Y/N said, nodding. Scott rolled his eyes.

“Yes. Thank you.” Stiles said and then looked back at Scott. 

“You don’t hang out with hot girls, okay? It’s like death. Once it’s hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend,” Y/N frowned a little when she heard Stiles say that. Scott looked at her and then at his best friend.

“You and Y/N hang out.”

“That’s-” Stiles turned to look at Y/N for a few seconds and then back at Scott. 

“That’s not the same. Y/N’s not-” Stiles stopped talking when he noticed the look Scott was giving him. He was staring at Stiles with a slight frown, one eyebrow raised. Stiles blinked a few times, realizing what he was saying. He turned around to face Y/N, who was staring at her shoes pretending she wasn’t listening. 

“I-” he started but she looked up at him shaking her head. 

“No, it’s okay. I know what you meant,” she mumbled, putting on a fake smile. 

“No, you don’t-”

“I do Stiles. I know I’m not hot. And to be honest I’m glad. It means no one can be attracted to me. Which means fewer people to worry about, so you know..” She shrugged.

“I’m a Winchester. We don’t do relationships anyway.” She made a face and then motioned with her hand toward the door.

“I’m gonna go, I need to call my uncle.” That was a lie. Scott knew that, Stiles seemed to believe it tho. Y/N didn’t wait for them to say anything and just left. Scott waited till she was far enough, then he hit Stiles’ shoulder.

“Ouch! What was that for?” He asked, putting a hand on his shoulder, scared that Scott might hit him again.

“You are so dumb,” was all Scott said.

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Y/N walked all the way from the school to the Argents’ house. She looked around the streets of Beacon Hills trying to remember all the bookstores so she could go and search for some old lore books in case she needed them. She also decided to actually call Bobby when she got inside her room where she was sure no one could hear her.

As soon as she unlocked the door Y/N ran up the stairs ignoring Chris staring at her from the doorway to the kitchen. She slammed the door behind her, threw her backpack at her chair, and plopped face-first on the bed with her phone in her hand. 

“Mhkay,” she mumbled after a while and rolled over so she laid on her back. She then finally pressed the call button on her screen. The phone beeped a few times. Right as the timer of the call popped up on her screen she started talking.

“Hey Bobby! I-” She was interrupted by a voice that didn’t belong to her uncle.

“Y/N, hi.” 

“Dean? Why do you have Bobby’s phone? What happened?” She sat up on the bed, ready to pack her things and run to help her family if needed. 

“Please don’t freak out. Everything is under control.” Dean was trying to calm her down, but not very successfully. 

“What happened?” She asked again. 

“Bobby was shot. By a leviathan. But he is okay. They saved him Y/N. We thought he wouldn’t make it, but he is okay and sleeping now.” Y/N got up from the bed and started pacing around her room. 

“He could have died? Why didn’t you call me?” She yelled.

“We wanted to, I swear! He told us not to.” Dean sighed. 

“I-...” Y/N teared up. 

“Okay, I’m gonna go. Tell him I said hi please,” she whispered, forgetting why she even called in the first place. 

“Yeah, will do. Bye Y/N/N,” Dean said. She could hear Sam saying bye in the background before she hung up. She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. Research by herself it is then.