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The Osaka Bowl | Chapter 8

Info: A dirty fic collection featuring Asuka getting acquainted with some of the Tekken studs and a few gals. Viewer discretion is advised, a lot of these get a little icky.

Summary: A family tragedy orphans Asuka at the tender age of 14, forcing her to move in with Kazuya Mishima, her rich uncle from Tokyo.

Warnings: Manipulation, Mild Dubcon, Age Gap (Asuka is 14/Anna is 26 compared to Kazuya's 50).

Yes, Ojisan | Asuka Kazama x Anna Williams x Kazuya Mishima

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“Yeah, she's here. Pictures don't do her justice,” Anna popped some gum in her mouth as she prattled on in her phone. “She's really cute... Huh? Tomorrow? You're more excited than I am, I'm surprised you even went to Kyoto in the first place... Oh is that right? Talk about self-control, you should feel ashamed~” She walked up to a window that led to the outside, observing a Japanese youth who strolled to the front door.

“Steve is gonna have a field day with her... Yes, yes, I'll save her for you, don't worry. C'mon, daddy, you know I wouldn't do that to you.” She puckered lips she knew he couldn't see and smiled seductively. “Plan still a go then? Oh, excellent... Hurry back soon, I don't want you to miss all the fun,” A laugh followed by a sultry moan. “We'll have her in your lap before the week is out... Yes, daddy. Okay, I'll chat with ya soon. Love you, bye bye~”

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He gave her a week to pack, his voice stern and tone uncompromising when he told her. Asuka, although thankful that he would take her in, couldn't stave off the anxiety that swelled in her chest when she talked to him over the phone. Her uncle-in-law was a scary man, eerie and brooding whenever she happened upon him in private moments during family visits in her childhood. From what she remembers of him, he tolerated her, but not so much that he was willing to adopt her as his ward. Perhaps there was a prior arrangement set up by her parents she didn't know about or maybe he truly was that nice, but it was hard to gauge his attitude regarding the situation since Kazuya was so serious all the time. Hopefully, he was being nice and didn't actually see her as a burden.

Regardless of how she felt though, there's no point looking a gift horse in the mouth. Asuka will forever be grateful for her uncle-in-law and will try her best to make him happy with her. If he did see her as a burden, perhaps there was a chance to win him over.

When Asuka arrived at Kazuya's estate, she expected a housekeeper of some kind to greet her but was greeted by a pretty caucasian woman with cherry red lips and brown hair instead. She was bold and very vivacious, her voice fluttering when she approached Asuka for a hug.

“Hey there, short stuff~” She tittered in perfect Japanese. “Aren't you just the cutest thing!”

“Uh, hi...” Asuka, confused, let the woman hug her. “Do I know you...?”

“Oh my, where are my manners?” She giggled as she stepped away from Asuka. “I'm your auntie Anna, but you can just call me auntie.”

“Auntie?” Asuka repeated. She doesn't recall Kazuya remarrying. “I'm sorry, but when did...?”

“Oh, I'm Ojisan's fiance! We got engaged last year. I know, I know, he's such a charmer, he was able to snag a sweet little girl like me at his age. He can't help it, he likes ‘em young~” Anna clarified as she flipped her hair. “But that's enough about me, what's going on with you, honey? C'mon, lemme show you around, you must be pretty hungry, huh?”

“Y-Yeah...” Asuka took Anna's hand with no complaints when she offered it to her.

Anna, with swaying hips and a firm hold on Asuka's hand, escorted her to the mansion. Her future aunt-in-law was awfully loquacious, but otherwise very friendly, taking care to introduce Asuka to every servant, housekeeper and butler by name before offering to cook her whatever she was in the mood for.

“I'm okay with a burger or whatever ya might have in the fridge. I'm not picky.”

“A burger, huh? A no-frills girl, I like that.” Anna led Asuka to the kitchen where a marble island with bar chairs stood. “Go ahead, baby, sit wherever you want.”

Asuka sat down at the island and watched Anna run back and forth between the fridge and the stove, pulling out things she'd expect a home chef to make.

“Do you do all the cooking?”

“Naturally. I like cooking, it's the cleaning we have help for.” Anna tittered as she pulled out a Coke bottle from the fridge to hand to Asuka. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” She nodded. “You're really nice.”

“Aw, I try~” Anna gave her a perfect smile. “There's a reason why your uncle wants to marry me. I was the only girl in the world who wasn't after his money.” She started seasoning some ground beef and then raised her brow in thought. “Well, the money helped, it kind of enhanced everything else I liked about him.”

“Is Ojisan really nice?” Asuka asked. “I haven't seen him since Bachan...”

“Jun was her name, yeah? She was a very pretty lady.” Anna smiled. “From what I could tell, he was a hell of a lot meaner before he met her, but now he's no more threatening than a spitting kitty.”

“Really?” Asuka blinked, mildly surprised. “When I was younger, I thought he was pretty scary.”

“You wouldn't be the first one. It took me a minute to get used to those dark and stormy eyes... Now I'm in love with them.” Anna sighed happily. “You haven't seen him since you were four, five years old?”

“Four...” Asuka picked up her drink. “So a good decade.”

“There's no reason to be nervous, hun. You never got the chance to know him, that's all. He's bad at showing it, but he is really nice.”

“I get it, I just don't wanna be a burden on him, and...you, too.” She quickly clarified. “Words can't express how grateful I am to be here and I wanna do anything I can to stay on Ojisan's good side.”

“Honey, you're not a burden. You're family, it'd be disgraceful if we didn't help you.”

“Still, to go from dead broke with no dad to this is just...” Asuka shook her head and then looked at Anna with pleading eyes. “I'd love to make him happy anyway I can. It's the least I can do.”

“You're a little sweetheart, aren't you?” Anna, who was now making patties, patted one down before leaning on the island to meet eye-to-eye with her. “You must really want this man to like you. I can't blame you. It's hard to not wanna please him.” She then gave her another perfect smile and said, “I think I got a few secrets I can share with you~”

“Yeah?” Asuka's eyes brightened with glee. “No foolin’?”

“Mhmm,” Anna sat up straight. “Kazuya is in Kyoto for business and won't be back till morning, so he won't be joining us for dinner tonight. Gives us ample time to get to know each other a little more.”

“Oh, okay,” Happy with her answer, Asuka kicked her legs. “I'd like that a lot!”

“After I'm done here, let's head to my room. You like American movies, Asu baby?”

“Yeah! Can we watch Pulp Fiction? I love that one!”

“Anything you want, hun~”

Asuka talked to Anna as she made them dinner. By the time Anna was done, they were both yapping like gossipy hens as Anna guided Asuka to her and Kazuya's shared bedroom. Asuka helped herself to her very delicious cheeseburger once she sat on Anna's bed while Anna tucked into a caesar salad topped with a generous portion of croutons as she streamed Pulp Fiction on her massive flat-screen television set.

During the entire runtime of the film, Anna chatted about Kazuya's likes, dislikes, habits, and tendencies while Asuka listened intently. Kazuya preferred women to act a certain way around him; pretty and docile with a knack for housework. Asuka knew how to cook, clean, and tidy up a little, but she could be better for his sake; looking pretty however, was a concept lost on Asuka simply because she's never felt the need to beautify herself.

“Are you saying I should get a makeover?”

“Exactly. He likes it when he can see that his girls aren't without anything. Like, his money is going to good use, you know?”

“I never had a makeover before...”

“I got plenty of fashion tips I can give you, it'll be fun.”

After dinner and after the movie was long over, Anna gave Asuka some clothes to borrow, an assortment of scandalous outfits that Asuka visibly blushed at. She figured Anna was free spirited, but not to this extent. While holding up a red snakeskin cocktail dress that was both too short and too low for her liking, Asuka voiced her concerns to her.

“Does Ojisan really like it when you dress like this...?”

“Hmm?” Anna, who was tossing sets of lingerie into a pile for her, turned towards Asuka. “Oh my God, I love that dress! Literally the cutest thing your uncle's ever got me!” She ran up to Asuka to inspect it further. “You're a little big up top, but we can make this work, yeah? When he gets back from Kyoto you have to wear it! You'd look so adorable!”

“M-Me? Wear this??”

“Yeah, duh! You'd look great in it! Remember what I told you about not being shy?”

“But...”

“I think I have a matching one, too...? Was it gray, white? I think it was white...”

Anna retreated inside her walk-in closet, leaving Asuka to stew in her awkwardness. After a quick rummage through her clothes, Anna handed Asuka a nearly identical white dress with matching heels and silver jewelry that inevitably got added to the pile as well.

“There we go, now we can match,” She grinned. “Kazuya is gonna love that color on you. Oooh, it's making me so jealous~”

“Ojisan isn't gonna flip out, is he?”

“Why would he? He bought it for me, and in a real roundabout way about it, he got it for you, too.” She shrugged. “You wanna make him happy, don't you?”

“Y-Yes...”

“Then let auntie help you out, baby,” Anna gently grabbed her shoulders. “I am your number one resource on everything Kazuya Mishima related. Stick with me and I can do you no wrong,” She shook her head in time with every word she spoke. “You understand?”

“Yeah,” Asuka looked into Anna's eyes and then shook her head more confidently. “Yeah, I got it.”

“What a good, good girl,” Anna patted her cheek. “Now come on, lemme help you pack all this up. Maybe tomorrow we can work on your make-up!”

“Hey, one thing at a time!”

Eventually, Asuka left Anna's room with a suitcase filled with clothes, accessories, shoes, and jewelry, a haul that would've been a lot smaller if Anna didn't quickly realize that they had the same shoe size and measurements. Luckily her room was across the way from Anna and Kazuya's so she didn't have to travel far with her new clothes. After bidding Anna good night, Asuka went to bed with a full stomach and sleepy eyes, fears of her uncle momentarily assuaged now that she had an idea of what to expect from him.

The next day, her morning and most of her afternoon was spent with Anna who was in the kitchen most of the time preparing a lavish dinner consisting of cornish hens and western side dishes for Kazuya's return later that evening. Asuka helped her where she was able to, had set the table to Anna's liking, and cleaned dirty dishes to make extra room for her which Anna appreciated. When she was finally done cooking, she ushered Asuka into her bedroom so they could get dressed together, the excuse being so that Anna could help her put on her dress. Too shy to object, Asuka stripped out of her house clothes and let Anna fit her into her new dress, grunting and groaning every now and then when Anna's hands grazed skin on her boobs and butt. It fit kind of snug, especially around her chest, but otherwise, she looked fine in it.

Asuka smoothed her hands down her breasts, belly and hips, held tight by material that feels too expensive for a girl of her caliber to be wearing.

“It feels like my whole ass is about to fall out...”

“That's the point, hun! If ya got it, flaunt it!” Anna clapped. “We're not done yet though, I still gotta fix that perfect little face!”

Asuka let Anna doll her up as best as she could, using light makeup and little touch-ups here and there to enhance her natural beauty. At first, the younger brunette was skeptical of how she'd look in it, but as soon as Anna was done applying her lipstick, Asuka was stunned by how pretty she looked.

“Woah...” She grabbed a compact mirror and gawked at the silver eyeshadow on her face. “I look great,”

“Thatta girl,” Anna, pleased with herself, affixed some silver earrings to Asuka's ears. “I still have to get ready, so why don't you run along to the living room and wait for me there? I won't be long.” She gave Asuka a peck on the forehead, a gesture that made her heart flutter a little. “Okay~?”

“O-Okay!” Asuka shook her head, ridding herself of intrusive thoughts as she scooped up a pair of pumps that went with her outfit. “Holler if you need anything!”

As she left, Anna blew her a kiss that Asuka sheepishly caught with her heart. What a weird sensation, she thought to herself; she had never felt that way around a girl up until that point. A first for sure, but she figured it stemmed from some kind of admiration for her new aunt.

Asuka walked to the living room to watch TV and bury her feelings. She watched an old American movie for the better part of an hour, silently waiting for Anna to be done, stomach growling in protest. She's tempted to go into the kitchen and nibble on some snacks, but knew better than to spoil her appetite and potentially embarrass herself in front of her uncle. Sighing in mild discomfort, Asuka was ready to settle back into the couch until a voice shocked her upright.

It sounded far too deep to be Anna's.

“Asuka, I presume?”

Asuka jumped a little and turned around, eyes drinking in a tall, dark figure who stood over her in suede slacks and a leather coat. His arms were crossed while his expression was unyielding, holding such sternness that Asuka felt her heart clench.

Despite the shock, however, she still had her manners and bowed to the older man in fearful reverence.

“H-Hello, Ojisan, sir!” She exclaimed. “I'm sorry, I didn't notice you came in!”

Kazuya, unphased by the gesture, motioned her to sit back up.

“No need for that.” He simply said. “You are not a guest, you are a resident here now. Act like it.”

Asuka stood straight up, arms held firmly at her sides, inadvertently squishing her breasts together.

“I'm sorry,” Asuka nodded deeply instead. “Still not used to it...”

Kazuya said nothing, just stood there, taking in her figure and choice of clothes. Asuka squirmed a little under his gaze, intimidated by deep-set, mismatched eyes and a cold stare.

“You are waiting for Anna, are you not?”

“Yes, I am,” Asuka replied.

“Follow me. If she is taking this long, we'll eat without her.”

“Y-Yessir.”

Asuka trailed behind Kazuya, rubbing her arms to soothe her nerves. She kept her eyes trained on the backs of his knees, or at least she tried. It was hard to focus on anything that wasn't his rear, framed perfectly by slim-fitting slacks. Despite his steely gaze and intimidating aura, Kazuya was incredibly attractive, a tall dark, and strapping older gentleman who contrasted nicely with Anna's colorful, more youthful attitude. Strangely, she felt weird looking at Kazuya as she did with Anna.

“Have you been acclimating well?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, you have a very nice home.”

“I see you've been getting along well with Anna. Borrowing her clothes already?”

“She kinda just shoved a bunch of stuff in my arms last night...” Asuka rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. “I'm not used to dressing this fancy. Not really my style, ha ha...”

Or rather, this slutty, but Asuka wasn't going to say that.

“Perhaps that's a better fit for you than you realize,” Kazuya stated. “You look fine.”

“Ah,” Asuka smiled a little. “Thank you, Ojisan.”

Kazuya grunted in response, but said nothing more, not until they were in the dining room. Recalling Anna's advice about Kazuya's appreciation for traditional women, Asuka rushed ahead of him to take his coat.

“May I? Miss Anna told me that you like things a certain way.”

“Sure...” Kazuya shrugged off his jacket and handed it to her. “Behind my chair is fine.”

Asuka did as she was told, and made a point to push out his chair so Kazuya could sit down. His eyes are soft when he does and Asuka can't help but look into them, entranced particularly by his left eye. It's significantly lighter than his right, almost gold in color. She remembered them in her childhood but never saw them so close before. They're just as dazzling as the man who possessed them.

“Can I make you a plate?” Asuka decided to keep herself busy lest she embarrass herself. “I think she made a lot of American stuff though.”

“Go ahead,” Kazuya sat back, crossing his legs. “One of each serving if you could.”

Asuka skipped to Kazuya's side to grab his plate and got to work.

“You're very attentive,” Kazuya remarked. “Anna has taught you well.”

“I really like her, she's a good teacher!”

“Indeed,” He replied. “She has a knack for shoving her nose where it doesn't belong.”

“Hey, I take offense to that, ya know!”

Asuka turned to the dining room entryway, startled by Anna's sudden presence. As expected, she's wearing the same dress as Asuka except it's red and is laced around the chest.

“It's about time,” Kazuya grumbled. “The girl has only been here a night and she's a better wife than you are.”

“Well, who do you think taught her what she knows, hm?” Anna strutted to the table like a runway model. “Better to have two than one, don't you think?”

“Hm...” Kazuya's grimace faded the more Anna stroked his scalp. “Be useful and fetch some wine then.”

“Yeah, yeah. Asu baby,” Anna called for her. “Be a good girl and get daddy some wine, okay? I have a bottle chilling in the freezer.”

“Yes ma'am!”

As Asuka left to retrieve the wine, she saw Anna lean down and kiss Kazuya from the corner of her eye, lips whispering something she couldn't hear. Probably pillow talk or something fluffy, Asuka thought mischievously to herself. It made her happy seeing them happy, a sight that boded well for what the rest of her life would look like.

When Asuka returned, a bottle of wine in hand, she popped the cork and poured some for Kazuya before fixing up a plate of her own. After serving herself a hen, a healthy portion of mac and cheese, and salad drenched in ranch dressing, Asuka quickly tucked into her food while her new family did the same.

Dinner was very pleasant and Asuka was quickly coming to enjoy her uncle and aunt's company. They had very entertaining banter that grew more hysterical the more they drank. Asuka was perfectly content with drinking her coke as she listened to them talk, occasionally chiming in when the situation asked for it, but was caught off guard when Kazuya, out of the blue, asked her a question worthy of spitting out her drink.

“Are you involved with anyone, Asuka?”

Asuka nearly choked.

“H-Huh?”

“Answer the question.”

“Um,” She cleared her throat. “No, I... I'm not.”

“Aw, such a good girl,” Anna teased. “You've never even kissed one?”

“Never... I mean, I don't mind the idea. I just never had the chance to get one.”

“Good.” He folded his hands. “It's pleasing to know that you don't engage in such foolishness.”

Asuka then pouted. “Why? Would that be a problem if I ever...?”

“It's not really a problem per say,” Anna quickly clarified as she stood up from the table. “We just have certain expectations of you, hun. You know, the same things I talked to you about yesterday.”

Asuka thought over Anna's previous advice, about what it took to please Kazuya. He must have a thing about boys, which is to be expected; her own father was like that as well although not as stern about it.

“I'm not boy crazy, so I understand if you don't want any around, Ojisan.” Asuka bowed her head. “I'll be good.”

“Perceptive,” Kazuya began. “But not what I was referring to.”

“I don't think I understand then...”

“Daddy,” Suddenly, Anna circled the table to massage Kazuya's shoulders. “Do you think we should take this to the living room?”

"Let's," Kazuya wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up. “Come on.”

Asuka finished her drink and followed her family into the living room, wondering what they had in mind for her. She sat herself down on a couch and watched Anna and Kazuya do the same. The first thing that came to mind when they flanked her sides was that they both smelled incredibly good, and the second thing she noticed, which still never failed to shock her, was how fast her heart was beating. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and tickled her heart the longer she was made to sit between them, feelings she's never felt before and should be wise not to reflect on. But it's oh so hard to do that when Anna placed her hand on Asuka's bare thigh.

“M-Miss Anna...?”

“Ah, ah. We're family now, Asu; what did I tell you to call me yesterday?”

“Auntie...”

“Good girl,” She stroked her skin sensually while Kazuya looked on, hand loosening his tie. “And remember all those neat things I said that you can do to make Ojisan happy?”

“Y-Yes...” Asuka's leg shook, muscles in her calf clenching when Anna's fingers inched towards her inner thigh.

“I might’ve left some things out,” Anna leaned in close, nose brushing Asuka’s ear. The teenager felt a tingle run down her back. “Things that I think Ojisan would like to intimate personally to you.”

“Like...” She gulped, cheeks redder than Anna’s dress. “Like what...?”

Suddenly, her attention is pulled away from Anna when Kazuya’s hand took hold of her chin. Asuka followed the gentle tug of his fingers, eyes quivering and breathing heavy when he regarded her with an odd-eyed stare, pools of gold and brown dancing with hidden mirth.

“There is a reason why I do not allow other men in my home... At least most men. I am very selfish, you see.” He stroked her skin. “When I have something, it is very hard for me to let that something go.”

Asuka slowly put two and two together, Kazuya’s words a shock to her constitution. He couldn’t possibly mean...?

“I want you.” Kazuya cocked his head, lips curled into a predatory smirk. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, not long after she passed.” He grinned harder, face coming close to Asuka’s. “You want to make Ojisan happy, correct?”

Asuka was quiet, lost in the murky, lustful depths of Kazuya’s eyes. What was she supposed to say? Supposed to do? This was her family, right...? The people that she was supposed to trust no matter what? True, she was never close to Kazuya, had spent more time with Jun and their son in her youth, but he wasn’t supposed to do this...

And yet her body responded deliciously to his words.

“Ojisan likes you, baby,” Anna simpered like a she-devil, fingers helping themselves to what laid between her legs. “Isn't that flattering?”

“M-Miss Anna! What are you--!” Asuka flinched, instinctually pulled away from her, but was made to stay still by Kazuya.

“That’s no way to talk to your aunt, little one,” Kazuya’s breath warmed her lips, keeping her silent. “You have better manners than that,” She watched his eyes wander her body, taking in bountiful cleavage and plump, plush thighs hugged beautifully by skin-tight leather. It made her feel dirty. “You don’t want to upset me, do you?”

“I...I’m...” Asuka resisted the urge to moan. Anna rubbed her clit in tight circles, twisting it around through sheer panties that grew damp from slick. What the hell? Why was she so wet? And so quickly? She didn’t like this, right? This is just because Anna was messing with her, teasing her. She didn’t actually want this, dammit! This was so wrong, regardless of their relation, she shouldn’t do this--

Asuka blinked frantically when Kazuya closed the gap between them to kiss her on the lips like a husband would a wife. His tongue is quick to invade her mouth, filling it with wriggling flesh that grazes her gums. Anna was cackling like a witch during it all, cooing and moaning into Asuka's ear as her free hand came up to grope her left breast.

“Me, oh my, lookit how wet it got,” Anna chewed on her lobe. “Did the thought of riding Ojisan's cock make you horny, baby?” Her finger pinched her nipple, pulling it until it was hard and tender.

Asuka is muffled by Kazuya's tongue, voice swallowed whole by his greedy mouth. He held her neck tightly in his gloved hands, smoothing calloused thumbs over the crease of her jaw, drawing out more noises from her. She tried pushing him away by his shoulders, but he didn't budge, just bit her tongue and held her against Anna to keep her still. Asuka tried one more time to free herself, but her efforts are half-hearted when Anna pulled on the hem of Asuka's dress, releasing great big tits that hung low on her chest.

“N-No...No--” She managed to pull her face back to complain, but Kazuya took her back in, hands now joining Anna in molesting her. He peeled down the rest of her dress until it pooled around her hips, exposing a flat tummy that Kazuya was quick to ogle at. He pulled away momentarily to look down at her nudeness before coming back to suckle on her chin, teeth catching her skin as he teased her with harsh truths.

“I can hear it...” He dragged his tongue over her neck and up her face, sharply flicking it over the curve of her cheek. “I can hear how good she's making it feel, how wet you are,” He cradled a swelling breast, the one that wasn't held by Anna, and slapped it with the flat of his hand. “You're quite the little cock tease, hm?"

“Ojisan...” Asuka's back arched off of Anna's breasts. She can hardly breathe, hardly see worth a damn, senses dulled by mind-boggling heat and soul-clenching touches. Her conscience pleaded with her to stop, to fight back, scream, do something, but her ache, the tingling sharpness between her legs, compelled her to stay in the sensual embrace of her new aunt and uncle. Asuka sighed in both defeat and desperation as she slowly relaxed in Anna's hold, letting go of her reservations. Her thighs then came apart, giving Kazuya a full view of her sticky panties clinging to her pussy as if it were a second skin.

“What a gorgeous cunt...” Kazuya's tongue swiped his teeth, hands working on the belt to his slacks. “Sweet, supple little pussy...”

“She made quite a mess,” Anna stopped touching her to raise her hand, fingers dripping with sweet virginal slick. “Did you like it when Ojisan kissed you?”

“Nngh...” Asuka bit her lip, squirming like a worm as she stumbled over her words. “Yes...”

“Do you want it now, Asuka?” Kazuya laid back on the couch and pulled himself out, a long dark cock of disproportionate length and girth sheathed from base to tip in ruddy foreskin. “Do you want this inside you?”

Asuka shivered in both fear and arousal at his manhood, hanging limply over his thigh like it was a living creature. He used his fist to stroke himself to full mast, bulging veins throbbing with life as they pumped it fat with blood.

“That's all for you, baby. That nice, big cock is all for you,” Anna sucked on her neck. “You want it, don't you? Want Ojisan to make it feel better?”

Asuka, trapped in her own head again, imagined Kazuya splitting her apart, holding her face with a big strong hand as he fucked her into a woman. It shouldn't turn her on thinking about fucking herself on the cock of a man she hardly knew, but she was beyond the point of no return now.

Asuka turned to Anna who looked just as breathless as her, skin lightly damp from sweat. The younger girl kissed her on plump red lips that never failed to captivate her before pleading to her aunt for help.

“Auntie...” She mewled. “Can you show me how to fuck Ojisan...?”

“Touch him, baby, I'll help you,” Anna tittered, voice sultry and wanting as she encouraged Asuka to ruin herself on Kazuya's cock. “We're gonna play with it a little bit, okay?”

She stuck her tongue inside Asuka's mouth, tasting just as sweet as her bottle of Moscato, but Asuka couldn't enjoy it for long. Anna separated from her to guide her between Kazuya's legs before kneeling besides the younger girl to survey her first encounter with a cock.

“Show her, anata ,” Kazuya brought his hands to both of the girls’ heads, fingers combing through chocolate brown locks as he cradled their scalps. “Show her what it means to be my whore.”

Anna moaned, licking her lips as she eagerly grasped the great big cock that waited for their touch.

“Watch me, honey,” Anna opened her mouth and licked at the hooded tip. “Copy me, okay? We gotta make sure it's ready for you.”

Asuka mimicked Anna, somewhat unsure of herself. She anticipated the taste of sweat or musk, unpleasant flavors that she'd expect from erect members, but she was surprised by the subtle sweetness that lingered on Kazuya's length. She licked the tip again and smoothed the edge of her tongue along a weeping urethra, savoring the source of his essence.

“Mmm, so hot, baby, just like that,” Anna joined her, tongue meeting Asuka's when they slurped along the head. “Look up at daddy when you do it,”

Asuka obeyed, peering up at Kazuya to watch his face, win his approval. Her uncle's eyes lock with her own, hips rocking slowly against her mouth as he got off to her lips teasing his cock.

“That's right, little one,” Kazuya's grip on their hair is tighter now, powerful hands pushing them closer to his prick. “Suck me, prove your worth as my niece.”

Asuka shivered at his words, drawing confidence from her aunt's silent encouragement when she pointed Kazuya's cock Asuka's way. While opening her mouth and wagging her tongue, she did as she was told, imagining how a porn star would do it. She swallowed what she could of his length, choking when she took too much, moaning when Anna helped her out. The older brunette took Kazuya's sack into his mouth then, heavy and full from tension, and suckled them like hanging fruit. Kazuya threw his head back at that, the rock of his hips more desperate now.

“Good girl, prep me for that virgin pussy,” Kazuya's lids briefly fell over his eyes, mouth ajar as he sang his praises of her. “Worship the cock that'll own you, my dear,” A thrust that grazed her throat made Asuka gag, but she persisted. That seemed to please Kazuya. “Become my slut.”

Asuka swallowed a thick wad of spit and precome as she sucked around the first half of Kazuya’s cock. She wanted to take it deeper, but it's too hard and she just winded up choking on it instead. It made her eyes tear and her mouth slick with bubbling spit.

“Easy, baby, easy,” Anna popped off of Kazuya’s balls to pull Asuka back, frothing drool chasing her lips and chin. “Such a pretty face... Why so greedy all of a sudden, Asu?”

“He didn't,” Asuka coughed. “He didn't finish yet...”

“When I finish it will be in your cunt.” Kazuya stated, hand cupping her cheek. “Where you need Ojisan the most, isn't that right?”

Asuka gulped, excited by the prospect but also fearful. Fitting that thing inside of her was definitely going to hurt, but man will it be worth it.

“How does Ojisan want me?”

“Hands and knees,” He then set his sights on Anna. “Help her.”

Asuka did as she was told, sliding off the couch and settling on the floor to get into position. Anna followed her, but not before taking off her own dress, perfect breasts far perkier than Asuka's ever could be, bouncing in place when she peeled it off her body. Asuka watched with bated breath, aroused by both the shape of her body and the naked, glistening cunt that was between her toned thighs.

“What a tight, hot body...” Asuka heard her uncle's voice, slick like honey as he mounted her from behind, bare chest touching her back. His breath tickled her again. “Do you like how pretty Anna looks, pet? How pretty her cunt looks?”

“Yes, sir...” She bit her lip, nearly broke skin when Anna settled on the floor to expose herself to her, parted legs naturally spreading her cunt apart for Asuka's viewing.

“And what do you think you should do when you see hot cunt like that, hm?” Kazuya forced her upper half to the floor before slapping his cock against the crease of her ass. Asuka felt it pulse vigorously against her skin. “When another woman shows her pussy to you?”

“I think she has an idea...” Anna scooted closer, heat of her pussy warming Asuka's nose. “Don't you, baby?”

Asuka is too mesmerized by Anna and the cock on her ass to respond, her own sex pulsing at the hidden meanings in their words. She used her own experience from playing with herself at night to play with Anna's and instinctually went for her clit. Asuka poked at it with her tongue, sampling it, adjusting to the taste, before rolling it around, making Anna moan. Her noises are just as sultry and seductive as her attitude, provoking a reaction in Asuka that makes her suckle on it harder.

“Oh, that's a good girl, Asu baby...” Anna weaved her fingers into Asuka's hair as she massaged her own breast. “Does auntie’s pussy taste good?”

Asuka hummed in response, attention suddenly taken away from Anna when she felt Kazuya's prick draw a burning line from her rear to her pussy. He wasn't gentle nor considerate when he prodded her open, big hands bruising her skin when he held onto her hips to steady himself. Asuka winced, nervous, but tried to maintain her composure.

“ Fuck ...” Kazuya edged himself with her cunt, swollen cockhead tickled by hot slick and plump, virgin flesh. “Such a sweet little baby hole, perfect for my cock.” He pushed forward, made it hurt when his glans poked her hymen. “Take it, my pet, let me have you.”

Asuka cried into Anna's cunt when Kazuya plunged her, thick prick gliding against walls of muscle that closed around his shaft like a vice. It hurts, it hurts so much, but Asuka knew resisting him would prolong the pain, so she bore with it by focusing her efforts on Anna who was quick to comfort her.

“There, there, honey, it's okay,” The older woman gently scratched her scalp. “He's rough, but he'll make it better, I promise you.”

Asuka appreciated Anna's reassurance, but the pain in her cunt kept her from actually taking it to heart. Kazuya wasn't slow, refusing to let up on her as he battered her womb with his cock, a firm spank to her ass by the flat of his palm not making things any better. While holding back tears, Asuka tongued Anna's sex, thrusting in as Kazuya pulled out, determined to distract herself as best she could as he ravished her.

Kazuya leaned over Asuka's body to clasp his hand over the back of her neck, the force of his thrusts now pushing her deeper into Anna's quim. Asuka, for once since he penetrated her, actually moaned, the angle he fucked her at making it easier for him to reach her g-spot. Desperate for pleasure, Asuka moved her hips in time with Kazuya's thrusts, a move that earned her another playful smack on her right cheek.

“That's it, bounce that ass, let me see you work for it...” Kazuya huffed. “Feels good, pet? Do you like it when Ojisan fucks your cunt loose now?”

Asuka squealed, clit suddenly pinched by Kazuya's wandering hand, the sight making Anna rock harder into Asuka's face.

“You're a natural, Asuka...” Anna praised her, body shaking. “Keep at it, baby, I can't wait to come on your tongue...”

“So damn tight for me... All for me,” Kazuya fucked her harder, loins wet from blood and slick as they spanked Asuka's pussy raw. “A niece worthy of my cock...” He forced her hips down to the floor then so he could climb over her, big body keeping her still as he fucked down into her spasming hole. “It will be my greatest joy to have you in all your holes, little one...”

Asuka's eyes find their way into the back of her head, the young teen clinging to Anna's thighs for dear life as she reached her limit. As Anna promised, Asuka came hard , her moans vibrating along her aunt's sweet cunt as her dear uncle continued fucking her like a grown woman.

“Oh my goodness, baby girl!” Anna lifted Asuka's head from her quim to stare down at her red tear-stained face. “Did you come already? And before me ?”

“I'm... I'm sorr--!” Asuka tried apologizing, but her head was wrenched back by Kazuya who had a firm hold on her hair again.

“I don't recall giving you permission to come before us, pet,” Kazuya chuckled as he licked her cheek. “And before your aunt as well? How disgraceful... I will let no niece of mine be so inconsiderate.”

“And I was so close, too...” Anna swiped her nail over Asuka's lips. “How should we mitigate this, daddy?”

“Hmm...” Kazuya managed to pull out of her, strings of fluid coming with him before breaking away. “What should we do with such a greedy little kitten?”

Asuka laid there, exhausted but still willing to please her new family, even when they manhandled her to suit their needs. Before she knew it, Asuka was on her back, fucked once more by Kazuya as Anna rode her face, forcing her to complete her task. It was overwhelming as it was exhilarating, made to become their new toy despite how tired she was. Ojisan's cock did wonderful things to her while her auntie's pussy tasted so unbelievably good; it was literally impossible for her not to come.

Asuka received welcome respite when she was finally able to bring Anna to orgasm, nose smothered in the depths of her aunt's cunt when she came all over her face. Kazuya loved the visual and went faster, his thrusts frantic and needy when he leaned over her stomach to kiss Anna's mouth.

“Did she do a good job, daddy? Are you happy with your new pet?” Anna moaned against his tongue.

"She's proved herself well... So, so well,” Kazuya said against her lips, voice suddenly strained. "Fuck, I'm almost..."

Asuka felt something hot and wet fill her womb soon after, a warmth that she should have been more concerned about, but she didn't care. Instead, when Anna moved off her face, Asuka spread her overfilled pussy to her uncle, who was happy to watch his new niece defile herself further for him.

“Good baby,” Kazuya took himself out to watch his seed drip from her bruised hole. “What do you say when Ojisan fills you up this good, little one?”

“Thank you, Ojisan...” Asuka smiled dreamily. “Thank you for making me your slut...”

“How cute...” Anna cupped Asuka's cheeks in both hands and gave the girl a wicked grin. “Welcome to the family, Asu baby~”

#tekken #dead dove do not eat #asuka kazama #kazuya mishima #anna williams #evilfics

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decennia · 3 years

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alastor moody vs. evan rosier

When Tom Riddle received word of Auror Isaiah Moody's involvement in solving the Riddle Massacre, he sent Abraxas Malfoy, and a newer Death Eater, Evangeline Rosier, to hinder the investigation. Unable to locate Isaiah, Abraxas and Evangeline instead attacked Isaiah's heavily pregnant wife, Hester, who, if she hadn't been an Auror herself, would've never survived.

Alastor Moody was prematurely born at St. Mungo's following the savage assault, and all of Isaiah's efforts were turned on exacting vengeance on those responsible. Malfoy went into hiding, but Isaiah, ruthless, managed to hunt down Rosier. She died under questioning, setting in motion a vicious cycle of vengeance between the Moodys and Rosiers.

Gaspard, enraged by the death of his beloved sister, slew Isaiah, earning himself the Dementor's Kiss, and leaving his wife and son, Evan (named for Evangeline), to suffer his prolonged consequence.

It had almost been expected of them, Alastor and Evan, to loathe each other. Written in their blood, in the spilled blood of those that came before them. It came as no surprise that blood would spill once more by their hands. An eye for an eye, was that not the credo?

It ended as the war did, not with a bang, but a whimper. An eye for an eye.

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theanonymousloser · 3 years

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idiot boys

pairing: Regulus Black x fem!marauder!reader

requested: no

word count: 1k

warnings: cursing, douchebags, suggestive comments, it's kind of trash but whatever, says the word sex but nothing actually happens

description: regulus anonymously gets revenge for the reader after she has a date go wrong

Y/n L/n was a natural at Transfiguration. She had always had a knack for it, and McGonagall had taken advantage of that. Whenever someone was struggling in that class, McGonagall would switch up the seating chart so that Y/n would sit next to that person and help them. Y/n was extremely patient and also a natural teacher. Eventually, Y/n began to catch on, but it didn't bug her. If anything, it encouraged her that simply helping someone to do a spell correctly could have such a big impact.

It was because of this that McGonagall had asked Y/n to tutor Regulus Black. Y/n had, of course, agreed, and the two began meeting every Saturday morning in an empty classroom.

The two grew rather close throughout the year as they continued to meet.

"Oh, Regulus, I forgot to tell you that we can't meet next week," Y/n said as the two were packing up one week, "I have a date in Hogsmeade."

"Ooh," Regulus said in a teasing voice, "can I ask who this special guy is?"

"It's uh Alex MacBride," she blushed.

"The Ravenclaw?" he asked, surprised. He had heard some far-from-pleasant things about MacBride. But that wasn't going to stop him from being happy for her.

"Yeah," she smiled. "Do you know him?"

"No, I just know of him," he explained, "have fun."

"Thanks," she smiled at him, "I'll see you in two weeks."

The next week seemed to take forever as Y/n got more and more excited for her date with MacBride.

"Girls, I need your help," Y/n said, exasperated, sitting down with Lily, Dorcas, Marlene, and Mary at breakfast once the day had finally come.

"What can we do for ya, Y/n?" Marlene asked.

"I don't have any idea what to wear, I can't do my makeup to save my life, and my hair doesn't seem to want to cooperate."

The girls laughed and agreed to help her.

Once Y/n was finally dressed, and her makeup and hair had been perfected, she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Thanks, girls," she sighed.

"Of course, Y/n," Lily said, "now go get 'em."

Y/n giggled as she left the room, on her way to where she would meet Alex.

...

"I had fun today, Alex," Y/n said as the two walked through Hogsmeade. He had held the door for her, pulled out a chair for her, he had even paid for her lunch. It had been a perfect day.

"Yeah, so where do you want to do this?" He asked her.

"I'm sorry?" She had no idea what he was talking about.

"You just said you had a good time. I did too, where do you wanna do this? My room or yours?" Realization dawned on her as he repeated his question.

"I'm sorry Alex, but I think you've got me wrong. I'm not going to have sex with you after our first date!" She exclaimed.

"Well excuse me for thinking that! You're the one who's been leading me on all bloody day!" He accused her.

"I have not! All I said was that I had a good time!"

"Whatever, I don't think this is gonna work out." He muttered before walking away.

"Took the words right out of my mouth," she muttered before sitting down on a nearby bench.

"You can come out now, I know you're there." She said to what looked to be thin air. Keyword: looked.

James and Remus came out from under James' invisibility cloak as Sirius and Peter came out from behind a bush in dog form and rat form respectively.

James, the mother of the group, rushed to sit next to Y/n, draping an arm around her.

"It's alright, Y/n, there are plenty of other fish in the sea," James comforted her.

Sirius, however, took a different approach.

"I mean, who does he think he is?! I'm bloody gay and I know that no girl wants to bloody have sex on the first fucking date! I'm gonna kill him." He ranted.

"No!" Y/n stopped him, "please just leave it alone. Don't do anything."

The boys all looked at each other, having expected her to want them to do something to him as a way of getting revenge.

"Are you sure, Y/n?" Remus asked.

"Yes. He would be the type to make up some rumor and twist it so that it's all my fault and that I'm some manipulator or some shit. Just promise me that you won't do anything."

"Fine," Sirius sighed, disappointed.

Unbeknownst to the group, however, a certain younger brother of a member of the group had heard the interaction between Y/n and MacBride and had had a similar response to that of his brother, only he didn't hear the part about doing nothing about it.

...

"I told you boys not to do anything!" Y/n scolded her friends as she sat down. MacBride had woken up to bright pink hair, and the words "respect women" and "no means no" written across his face.

"We didn't, I swear it!" Sirius replied. "Though I wish we did," he muttered.

"Trust me, Lily already scolded us and we have had to tell at least five other people that we didn't do it," Remus explained.

"Plus if we had done anything, everyone would definitely know it was us," James said.

"Well if you lot didn't do anything then who did?"

#regulus black #marauders #marauders imagine #marauders era #regulus x reader #regulus imagine #harry potter #harry potter imagine #wolfstar

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 3 years

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Prominence [WCh. 2.12]

Social Media AU ; Idol AU ; Added Unit AU CW/TW: Language Genre: Comedy, Romance Pairing: NCT x Idol!Reader, Seonghwa x Reader ft. NCThree (Mark and Yangyang) Y/N Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 5.7K

Notes: Happy Valentine's day suckers aHAHAHAA Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

Today was the 14th of February. And not only were there sunny skies and chirping birds, but also mountains of rushing in DMs on both Instagram and Twitter wishing you a happy Valentine's. But, that is to be dealt with later, as apparent by the impatient pup next to you.

Mars barked, as if to tell you that he was practically dying of starvation, while you finished up his breakfast. The pup would jump up and whine every so now and then as you took your time and, if you were lucky, he'd do a cute little spin too.

"Mars, be a good boy, sit," you commanded. He did so and his tail wagged against the floor.

"Aww, what a handsome fellow," Saeron pet his head as she took her seat and you placed Mars' food bowl down. "Does my dear nephew have a date too?"

"Xiaojun says he doesn't want him and Bella to spend it together," you laughed.

"Star-crossed lovers! What a true tragedy, that evil Dejun," Jihyun gasps and Mars whimpers. "Is the evil man keeping you away from your friend? I bet he is! That evil man," Jihyun coos as she rubs Mars' face before taking her seat.

"Wait," you held your finger up and Mars sat obediently. "Go ahead," you stepped aside and Mars dug in. You sat at the table just as Saeron spoke up.

"So, Yeseul! Any plans with Jaehyun?" Saeron asks. Yeseul finishes drinking her coffee before beaming from ear to ear and excitedly shaking her hands.

"Oh my god! What don't I have planned?" You leaned on your palm, getting comfortable as Yeseul started. It was out of character for the girl to be so excited, so regardless of what it was she would say next, you knew she'd been looking forward to it since forever. "First we're going on that yacht that Doyoung recommended, then I got us reservations for the Sky-Line for dinner, and as a surprise, I convinced our managers for the next day off and got us a room at a nice hotel to spend the night," she lists out. "I'm hoping that it's extra romantic because, well, it is his birthday too, so... yeah, oh and I really hope he likes the gift I got him because it took me hours to figure out which one he'd like and, ahhh, oh man, I'm so excited!" She covers her mouth to hide her glee and you laughed.

"Whoa, you two must really be in love for you to act like this, Em," you teased her. "Last time I saw you squealing like that was when we watched No Way Home together."

"Ah! I see, Jaehyun is your Tom Holland!" Jihyun snaps her fingers and Yeseul gasps.

"Do not compare those two! One is dorky as hell and the other one's Spider-Man. Don't tell him I said that or I won't talk to any of you for a week," she laughs. "Oh my gosh, you should've seen him when we went for dinner, he was so romantic I couldn't stop..." she trailed off and gasped quietly. "Oh, I'm sorry, (Y/N)," she says. You blink and sit up.

"What for?"

"It's just that, you know..."

"Huh? Oh, no, don't worry about it. You and Jaehyun love each other, right? What's that gotta do with me? I think you're both adorable, if anything," you shook your head. The last thing you wanted was for any of the girls to get hung up because you weren't in a relationship anymore, they deserved to be happy as much as you did and you enjoyed hearing about Yeseul and Jaehyun's escapades anyway. "Besides, I have plans today too."

"You do?" Jihyun and Saeron remarked.

"Mm, yeah. Dejun invited me to watch the Notebook with him. He said that we can have a singles night," you rolled your eyes. Jihyun laughed.

"And you said yes?!" Yeseul almost choked.

"He said he makes a mean martini," you shrugged. "And I would kill for a drink right now."

"Aww, he means well. At least he's not making you watch Twilight again," she says. "It must be nice to have someone looking out for you like that."

"What do you mean? You have Hendery!" Yeseul argues.

"Him? Oh, god no," Jihyun bellows. "Are you joking? I still remember when he was a kid. You know I was a good foot taller than him for years before his growth spurt finally hit? Suddenly we're the same height and he has audacity."

"Same height? Jie, I think he's taller than you," you leaned back against your chair.

"Is he? I haven't noticed," she shook her head. "But, either way, I could never. I'm too close with his older sister."

"... what?!" All three of you remarked.

"Hm? How else did you guys think I knew him?"

"I mean... I guess you two were oddly close when he entered the company, but I figured it was because he could only speak Cantonese and you were translating for him," Saeron gasps.

"Ah, yeah, it's because his sister asked me to look after him since I'd been here longer, he even stayed at my apartment when he first moved here for a bit," she says. "I used to stay in Macau during the summers with my grandparents, and we lived in the same neighborhood, is all. Guanheng's like family to me," she explains. "Plus, I can't help but boss him around, it's a force of habit and gosh darn he's just so cute," she chuckles.

"Well, that's one mystery solved," you nodded, a strange feeling of worry for Hendery growing in your mind. "So, I take it you don't have any Valentine's plans either then, huh?"

"Hm? Oh, I do."

"What?! What are you going to do?" You and Yeseul asked simultaneously.

"What do you mean? I'm going on a date, obviously," Jihyun said before drinking her tea.

"With?!"

"I'll tell you when I'm ready," she says calmly. "But I promise you that it's not Guanheng."

"What?! Hold on..." your eyes shifted to Saeron, who wore a small smile. "You... you're going on a date too, aren't you?!"

"Perhaps," Saeron answers vaguely. "But, similarly to Jiaying here, I'll tell you who it is when I'm ready," she says. "You'll never know with these relationships when you're an idol, I'm sure you know," she says.

"Fair enough, you guys stay safe then, lots of people will be out today," you told them.

"You don't have to worry about us, we're worried about you, (Y/N)," Jihyun remarks. "Newly single, ex-boyfriend's in Europe, and you're spending Valentine's day with Xiaojun of all the people... (Y/N), you're going to spend the day wallowing in self-pity," she frowns.

"I'll be fine! I'll be fine, it's just another day," you shook your head. Before Jihyun could say anything more, there's a knock at the door.

"Oop! That's mine," Yeseul grabbed her things. "I'll see you guys later!" She dashed to the door.

"Bye, Yeseul!" Saeron called back.

"Don't do anything funny, Jung Jaehyun!" Jihyun shouts. The sound of the door closing sent the trio into silence. Mars finished his meal and hopped onto Yeseul's seat, sitting obediently and listening in on the conversation. He barked as if he knew what you were all talking about prior. "You know, (Y/N), why don't you join me?" She asks.

"Huh?" You nearly choked on your drink.

"I don't want you to spend today alone, that's sad," Jihyun frowns.

"Or, you could come with me if you want," Saeron offers. You shook your head quickly.

"No, no, I couldn't," you waved your hands. "You guys just enjoy your valentines! I don't want to intrude on your dates," you insisted. Saeron and Jihyun shared a worried glance. "Seriously, I'll be fine, you guys just go stay safe. Plus, I have this handsome boy to keep me company," you rubbed Mars head and he barked, as if he understood what you said and told the two other women not to worry about you.

"Are you sure?" Saeron asks.

"Yes! I'm sure," you say. You stood up and grabbed the dishes. "Plus, I have to clean my room anyway, you guys have fun," you placed them into the sink and, after washing them quickly, you waved goodbye to them and walked back into your room. You sat on your bed and Mars rolled on your rug, excitedly playing with the tennis ball he had suddenly found.

"Okay, bud, let's start cleaning up a little," you stood up and opened your closet, picking up the unfolded clothes and chucking them onto your bed. You sat next to them and started folding them just as Mars hopped onto your bed and barked. "Hm? What's up, boy?" You asked him. His tail was wagging, but his ears were pointed down. He barked again and hopped off, looking at you expectantly. You picked up his tennis ball and tossed it, waiting for Mars to catch it, but it just landed next to him as he continued to stare at you. "Okay, then," you trailed off and continued to fix the pile of clothes. Mars barked again and trotted off to your closet. You were just about finished folding all the clothes when he returned to your bed. You paid him no mind as you tried to button the flannel in your hands. He barked again and you looked up.

"Mars, seriously, what do you..." you stopped talking once you noticed the cardigan in his mouth. He dropped it in front of you and barked again. When you did nothing, he nudged it closer to you. You took the strawberry cardigan into your hands and held it gingerly. It was still soft in your hands. You folded it and sighed. "I should return this to him once he gets back," you shook your head.

It's been months, why were you still hung up on him so much? You just wanted to get over him already. You just wanted to get over him, for good. But, despite this, you took your phone out and unblocked him, the flurry of texts coming in all at once. Explanations for that night were buried under nonstop apologies and, truthfully, you didn't have the energy to go through them all. But one text, a huge paragraph, stood out to you. It was the whole explanation for that night and the text Yangyang had received.

It was simple enough, explaining the whole thing with Juliet, how they met at Mix Nine, how she followed him for a year before apparently stopping, the blackmail she had on you, then the date at the restaurant under the promise that she deleted every single incriminating thing about you. It was clear he had the best intentions in mind, you could tell from that, after the scandals you'd been through and after the way your name was consistently dragged while he remained scotch free, you could understand it. You could understand it because, hell, maybe you would've done the exact same thing. If someone came up to you with recordings of Seonghwa in compromising positions, you would've agreed to their terms too. The difference? You would've told him first. You would've told him first because you respected him and this relationship enough to do it.

But, even with this whole explanation in front of you, was it wrong of you to feel almost nothing? None of it mattered to you now as much as it would've then, that was months ago and much of that you rationalized to some degree. You didn't care about the explanation anymore, in fact, if anything, all you cared about was the fact that he didn't trust you to talk to you about this first before jumping to breaking up with you. Up until that point, you told each other everything, or at least you thought you did.

Then the next paragraph, what happened in the restaurant, but of the whole explanation, only one sentence stood out to you.

'The ring is yours.'

Is, not was.

You took a deep breath. You really screwed things over, didn't you? Both of you. All of the apologies that followed that message, the 'I love you's and the pleas, they all tugged on your heart, but as much as they did you'd immediately remember the lack of trust that drove you apart in the first place. How could he not have even thought of sharing this with you in the first place? If he just told you 'oh, by the way, we're going to stage a break up so we can deal with this stalker then we'll get back together' then neither of you would be feeling as shitty as you apparently both were now.

Then your phone rang and your breath caught in your throat. You glanced down at your phone, the contact hadn't been changed at all. Still, his name and the red heart that followed, and still the stolen moment from Rome, when the sun was setting behind him and the light pink tint on his cheeks seemed to be highlighted. You let the phone ring for a few moments longer until, against your better judgment, you answered it.

Part of you didn't want to, actually, but you couldn't find it in you to ignore him again. It didn't feel right. What you said to him last month was harsh, to say the least. You were angry, and you wanted nothing more than to curse him out, but the way that he spoke to you that day, the way he plead to just talk to you, it really hurt. It hurt so much that you wanted to tear your hair out and just tell him to pretend that the break up never even happened and to go back to the way you both were before but... how could you do that to yourself? He took whatever trust you had in him and chucked it out the window, and that hurt. It hurt so much and whenever you thought about him the stunt he pulled came right after. But, holding your phone to your ear, neither of you said anything.

"You picked up..." His voice had an understandable disbelief in it, but there was something about it that stood out to you. You held back any tears that threatened to spill out. You hadn't realized how much you missed hearing him until right now. Something that was once your biggest comfort now felt like a horrible reminder.

"Seonghwa?" Your voice was quiet.

"(Y/N)... I miss you." His words were slurred and you knew exactly what this was.

"What time is it over there?" You looked at the clock on your wall, keeping your voice steady. You didn't want him to have any clue as to how you still felt about him.

"Midnight... how about you?"

"Nine in the morning," you answered. Too early to be feeling like this, certainly. "What did you need?"

"Just to hear you," his reply was hushed, "you are, and always have been, my greatest comfort," he says. Your heart thrummed in your chest and you took another deep breath. "I'm sorry, I am. Please, believe me. I miss you so much."

"I bet you do, I bet you're halfway through a bottle of wine and lying in bed right now," you told him, you could clearly see the image in your head. "Please don't call me anymore." You've made up your mind.

"But... you unblocked me," his voice sounded sad, and you didn't blame him. But you've made up your mind.

"I know," you responded. Right?

"Mmhmm, always the clever one... happy Valentine's Day, (Y/N)," his voice was barely audible now, no doubt muffled by his pillow. Regardless, your breath hitched as he said that. "Did I get the date right? Time zones are confusing."

"You did," you answered.

"Good, that's good... I miss you, so much, you have no idea..." Your mind drifted to last year, last year when you felt like you were the most loved person in the world. When your head was pressed against his chest and you heard the steady beat of it against your ear as he hummed a quiet tune under you and he told you that you'd always be the only one for him. You heard him move around on the other end of the phone mixed with the sound of something hitting the mic. "Do you hear it?" His voice was muffled by something.

"Hear what?"

"How my heart beats for you." You swallowed down a cry and leaned your head against your wall. He's said the exact same thing so many times before, you knew exactly what game he was playing at and that was such a low blow.

"Go to sleep, you're drunk," you told him after stopping another choked sob. That was a time passed, you weren't together anymore.

"Don't cry, pretty girl," he says. The nickname sent butterflies through your chest and good lord he had to be doing this on purpose. All he had to do was apologize for not trusting you, he just needs to say it. "What are you doing right now? Do you have plans for today?" Something about the way he said that just pissed you off, it almost felt like he was rubbing it in.

"I do, actually." Watching a romantic drama with Dejun definitely counted, right? Seonghwa's suspicious hum was enough for you to know that he didn't fall for your bluff.

"You should be spending your Valentine's with someone you love."

'But you're not here right now,' you wanted to say, but you couldn't find it in you to do so. You started this conversation knowing what you wanted, but now? It felt like you were falling for him all over again. You shook your head, knowing full well he wouldn't know that you did. What was he going to do next? Surprise you by saying he bought you tickets to London? No such reply came.

"So should you," was all you could come up with.

"But you're not here." You pulled the phone away from your ear to take a steadying breath. There he goes again, as if he could read his mind.

"Goodbye, Seonghwa," you said with a shaky voice, as much as you hoped it wouldn't come out that way, it did. "And seriously, don't call anymore."

"(Y/N), I still love you, I never stopped," his words were laced together, but still they held that softness you'd fallen for so many times. You hit your head against your wall.

I still love you too.

You wanted to tell him that, but you couldn't find the strength to say it. If he didn't trust you with that, what other things would he not have trusted you on? Even if the whole thing was a lie, a huge misunderstanding like he said, why didn't he just tell you about what he was going to do? If he just said something, anything, you would've taken it. But, it really did hurt. It hurt a lot. And that text, did he always think of you that way? He explained in his message that he wasn't thinking straight, of course, he didn't think of you like some object to own but it's the fact that it ran through his mind even once that bothered you. And the fact that he sent it to your best friend of all the people.

Did he know about Yangyang's crush on you too? And did he just choose to keep you in the dark about that? You understood the whole "not my secret to tell," but perhaps it was just that that strained the relationship so much. Yangyang's your best friend first before all else, of course you'd still talk with him and go on outings with him, then you have to work together too so there's that, there's no way you could just avoid him, but if Seonghwa just mentioned it once, you would've respected that. Was it all on you then?

"I read your messages, the long ones, at least." He was silent on the other end.

"And?" There was a hint of hope in his voice.

"Look... I..." you stopped. "We shouldn't talk about this over the phone, it doesn't feel right."

"But... no, you're right. In person, as soon as we can."

"Yes, that's the best way to do this," you muttered. "Go to sleep, you have a show tomorrow," you told him.

"(Y/N), please. Give me one more chance."

"Call me when you're sober, and I'll think about it," you said.

"Please, (Y/N). Just... stay on the phone? At least?"

"Good night," you hung up instead and swallowed harshly. Mars whimpered in front of you and, the next thing you knew it, you were burying your face in the cardigan. The cardigan that still had traces of him all over it. You felt your shoulders shake and if any tears were in your eyes they were certainly in the cardigan now. Pressing the soft fabric to your face, you took slow breaths to calm yourself. Hadn't you cried enough over him already? You felt Mars lay his head against your lap and a quiet hiccup left your mouth.

You still loved him. He hurt you, and you still loved him, how pathetic was that? Your trust is something you take very seriously, and in this business, you couldn't just give it out, and he disregarded it. Even if he didn't mean to, that's how it came out. At this rate, you didn't know if it was your own pride or something else that held you back from running back to him. But you must have hurt him too, it went both ways and you knew that. How did he feel when you pushed him away after weeks of waiting for the truth? No matter how much you told yourself that you didn't want to love him anymore, here you were, hugging onto his cardigan like it was your lifeline and pretending it was him.

Then, as you finally began to recollect yourself, your door slammed open and you jumped up, a scream slipping from your lips. You clutched the cardigan to your chest as you looked up with bewildered eyes.

"Oh my god, you're joking, right?" Yangyang shook his head as he leaned against the door frame while Mark frowned next to him.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Mark waves his hand. "I told him to knock first, I promise," he says.

"Uh..." you looked down at the cardigan and wiped the tears off of your face. "Hi, what's up?" You asked.

"Saeron told us to come check on you. And thank god we did. There's no way we're letting you watch the Notebook with Xiaojun," Yangyang walked to your closet and tossed you a hoodie and jeans. "And that," he points to the cardigan in your hands. "Is so sad," he picks it up and chucks it back in your closet, Mark closing it as soon as it landed on the floor in there. Mars barks as if to disapprove of these actions and, before you could say anything to protest, Yangyang speaks up. "Come on, we're going out."

"What? Where are we going?" You pulled the hoodie off of your head and Mark tossed you your keys.

"You tell us."

"What? Why are you pushing this on me?!"

"You're the only one of us who can drive!"

"Oh, right. Well, yeah, a motorcycle! I don't think I can legally take both of you with me!" You looked between them. "I... sorry, boys, I don't know. I was kind of set with staying home tonight. I'm not really in the mood for going out."

"Oh thank god," Yangyang let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on your bed, sprawling out over your legs while Mark sat next to you.

"Even better, we don't have to get dressed," Mark laughs. "I'm pretty sure we'd get chased out somewhere anyway," he hums. "We can just stay like this, you know? Just chilling... on Valentine's day... We'd have gotten you chocolates if we knew ahead of time you were about to submit yourself of one of Xiaojun's notorious Single's Nights," Mark fills in, grabbing one of your pillows and getting comfortable. Mars whines and Yangyang moves closer to you, allowing ample space for the puppy to join the three of you. He tramples over Yangyang to situate himself on your lap, licking your hands and wagging his tail.

"Yeah, I don't mind that," you leaned against your wall and smiled, petting the top of Mars' head while he fell asleep in your lap. "I mean, I was kind of looking forward to watching the Notebook with Dejun."

"No way!" Yangyang gasps with horror.

"He has a special understanding of those movies, okay?! I appreciate it."

"Jaemin was right, your breakup is making you lose your mind," Mark shakes his head.

"Hey!" You crossed your arms. "No, it hasn't..."

"(Y/N), you saw Mars playing with Bella and said 'must be nice to be in love' and proceeded to cry while you ate all my ice cream," Yangyang says with a straight face.

"Lies."

"I have a video, do you want it?"

"Why do you both only have videos of me at my worst?!" You cried.

"Because you're cute!" Yangyang tugs his phone away from your reach.

"You're evil! Evil!"

"If it helps, I think I have some nice pictures of you," Mark hums, scrolling through his phone. "Uh... I'm sure they're in here somewhere," he laughs nervously and you sighed. "Oh, man, I just realized that we have, like, no pictures of each other, like all three of us, that aren't official pictures," Mark exclaims.

"Well, you know what that means," Yangyang holds his phone up and takes a quick picture.

"What the heck?! Tell us first!" You wrestled his phone out of his hand and took another, more flattering version, of the three of you before sending it to the group chat.

"Wait, I want one too now," Mark is the next member to take his phone out, pulling both of you close and snapping the picture. "Aww, we're cute."

"Three pretty best friends," you chuckled. "I swear if either of you post those pictures I can and I will post pictures of that night."

"Now all three of us have blackmail on each other," Yangyang reasons. You know he didn't mean it and, hell, he probably didn't even know about it, but just hearing that seemed to trigger something.

"Look what you did! You made her cry! We're supposed to be helping her today!" Mark scolds him.

"I'm not crying!"

"(Y/N), respectfully, you look like someone threw a bucket of water on you."

"Yangyang, shut up!"

"I'm sorry I'm not good at this comforting stuff!"

"I unblocked Seonghwa."

"If you have nothing nice to say then don't say anything at- Wait, full stop, what did you just say?"

"Block him again."

"I called him too."

"You what?!" Mark and Yangyang were in sync and you hit your head against your wall.

"To be fair, he called me and I picked up."

"Well, what did he say?!"

"Just... you know, what you'd expect him to," you mumbled.

"(Y/N), you shouldn't give him more of your time after pulling that," Mark frowns.

"No! Wait, maybe I should, uh..." you reached behind Mark to pick up and unlock your phone again, showing them the paragraph.

"Geez, how many texts has he sent you?" Yangyang grimaces.

"Didn't count," you shrugged. This is the only one that matters though," you handed it to Mark.

"Hey, I want to see too!"

"I'll summarize it for you," Mark smacks his hand away and Yangyang pouts. "Okay, so, if I'm reading this right, then basically he broke up with you because Juliet told him to?"

"That's a bull shit reason to break up," Yangyang mutters.

"And he proceeded to try to fix this on his own without your knowledge so your name could be clear of this so Juliet doesn't post a crappily edited version of Yangyang's confession?"

"That's most of it, yeah," you nodded.

"And he fully intended on getting back together with you after Juliet promised to leave you both alone but couldn't do that because he agreed to one date with her so she could delete a picture she had of you and Jeno shopping and you just happened to run into her trying on a ring."

"Yeah..." you shifted to get more comfortable. You took your phone from Mark's hand before he could read more.

"A ring?!" Yangyang shot up, hitting his head on your elbow on the way and wincing.

"Oh! I'm sor-"

"He was going to propose to you?!" Yangyang and Mark both shout out and you looked between them.

"He was?!" Sure, he said it was yours, but you didn't think of any actual proposals.

"How are we supposed to know?!"

"I have to call him, I have to call him," you shook your head.

"Uh, no! No, no! You're forgetting the part where he didn't trust you enough to tell you this huge plan of his that literally put your relationship on the line and not to mention he casually didn't mention this Juliet person until now, and not to mention the whole 'you can have her' spiel," Yangyang reasons. "Then all of a sudden he's bringing up a ring after you broke up to try to smooth things over, it's a bit too coincidental, (Y/N)."

"Dude you just want to date her instead and take this opportunity while Seonghwa's in Europe, don't listen to Yangyang, listen to me, (Y/N)," at this you don't think you've ever seen Yangyang look more shocked, offended, and oddly amused at the same time, "If there is one time in our friendship that you listen to my advice, it's now. I have a really bad feeling about this. You know how when people lie they tend to overexplain things to cover it up even if they're not relevant? This is what that feels like. I'm sure Seonghwa's a great boyfriend who doesn't want your name dirtied any more than it already is but would he really be going to these lengths for that alone? No offense, Yangyang and I would do the same, but it's just... it's weird that he didn't think to tell you when you both would tell each other everything. Not to mention, I'm scrolling through these and yes, he's apologizing for breaking up with you, but I haven't seen him mentioning breaking your trust at all, that's the crux of the problem," Mark explains, ever the reasonable one who hasn't been blinded by love. He had a point. You knew he had a point and he was right, but there was another matter right now that you were just astonished by.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you just shut Yangyang up like that, Mark, I didn't know you had it in you," your jaw was dropped.

"I'm sorry, was that too harsh?" Mark's expression fell to one of concern and both you and Yangyang shook your head, in fact, a single tear rolled down Yangyang's cheek.

"You... you've finally done it, you teased him back and put him at a loss of words," you took Mark's hand and squeezed it.

"He's grown so well, I'm shedding tears," Yangyang fans his face. "I am so proud of you right now, Mark."

"And I am so confused right now," Mark shook his head. "I mean, I guess? I guess?"

"If it makes you feel any better, (Y/N) keeps sending me (Y/N)/Yangyang fanfiction on Ao3 and saying that that could've been us, if I didn't wait too long," Yangyang lies back down. "Foul, I say, absolutely foul."

"Silence, you read reader inserts," you pushed his head lightly. "Oh, man, Mark, you've gotta read some of them! There's this one author that got all three of us down perfectly, it's actually really scary," you pull up the links.

"Wait, you guys read fanfiction?" Mark scrolls through the alarmingly long text you sent him.

"You don't?" You eyed him weirdly.

"I'm... I'm kinda scared to," Mark frowns. "Like... what is Ao3?"

"Archive of Our Own," you and Yangyang both answer. "Art, literal art. Yangyang and I read this one fic where instead of idols we were all mob bosses and ugh the drama, the intensity-"

"Actually, wait, didn't Mark die in that one?" Yangyang gasps.

"It was so moving, your death wasn't in vain," you gave Mark a reassuring squeeze, ignoring his mortified expression. "It's the third link, by the way. Twenty chapters worth of slow burn, it's so worth it."

"I mean... I guess, yeah," Mark opens the first link. "Wait, no, but, like, we're getting off-topic! Seriously, (Y/N). Honestly, I don't think you two should get back together. Or at least, not right now. That text message is still bothering me, like, it doesn't matter if he sent it in like a "distraught state" or whatever, it's the fact that he actually typed it out and was thinking about sending it to Yangyang that's a problem."

"Yeah, I agree, that part kind of disappointed me... a lot," you sighed. "But you know what sucks?" Both of the boys were quiet, both knowing what you were about to say. But while Mark looked sad, Yangyang had this look of disappointment.

"You still love him, don't you?" Yangyang broke it.

"Yeah," you nodded your head and looked up, sucking in any tears that tried to fall. "Yeah, I do. And it kind of sucks, because I know I should be mad, and I know I should still be upset about how he handled this but... I don't know, I need to talk to him, make everything clear or... Maybe we just both need time off from each other."

"Is that not what all of this has been?" Yangyang asks.

"Shh," Mark shushes Yangyang. "I agree, (Y/N). Talk to him when he gets back, and settle things once and for all. Enjoy your single life, we're still young, you know?" Mark shrugs.

"Yeah, we're young, moderately successful, have a great friendship, anything can happen, ya know?" Yangyang rambles. You and Mark both stare at him, trying to dissect what he was implying, but Yangyang's brain is one you just won't ever find out despite being as close as you are. Sensing the sudden awkwardness, Yangyang reaches under your bed and pulled out Clue. "Uh, anyway! I've been meaning to have a rematch on this," he says, trying to effectively change the subject. Luckily, it worked. Mostly because you didn't want to dwell on this topic any longer, and partially because you wanted to beat him at Clue again.

"What? Why Clue?!" Mark asks. He holds up Catan. "I need to redeem myself after losing to longest road," he insists. You look between them and pull out a half-finished game of Monopoly from under your bed.

"We can do that after we finally finish this game," you rolled onto the floor with a small smile, the other two following you shortly after. Mars sat in between you and Yangyang and he placed a slobbery tennis ball on Yangyang's lap. "Now when did you two get so close?"

"We had a heart to heart," Yangyang picks up the toy and tosses it to the other side of the room, Mars bounding to catch it and running into your wall before rebounding and playing with the ball by himself.

"You guys..." You hesitated before continuing your sentence. Although their attention wasn't on you specifically at this moment, you knew they were listening carefully.

"Hm?" Mark started passing out the Monopoly cash again, he was the only one either of you could trust with the role of Banker.

"You guys are the best," you hugged your knees to your chest.

"Well, yeah, duh," Yangyang laughs. "Anyway. Let me buy park place from you."

"No."

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Written for @steodiscord's Steo Secret Santa (2021). This one's for @stilesshipper. Hi Em, sorry the Tumblr post is late. I knew I would pass out after I posted the fic on AO3. It took forever to post because I did everything on mobile 🥴. I'm still drunk on caffeine, I think. LOL. But as promised, here's the amazing aesthetic for the fic created by a dearest friend, @sunel0. Sonya, thank you SO MUCH!!! It was fun designing the mood board with you (and by that, I mean: I'm relieved to finally attach a structured one to my work at last 😂).

title: can't believe his luck

ship: Stiles/Theo | word count: 11.5k | rating: T | tags: AU, A/B/O dynamics, friends to lovers, fluff, getting together, werefoxes & werewolves, Stiles and Theo are neighbors and childhood best friends, their parents are best friends as well, Claudia is alive, Theo's parents are very much alive, Stiles & Theo & Scott are best friends, Jackson's an asshole

summary: Stiles, Theo, a treehouse, two gold rings, and three hundred sixty-five volumes of Stiles's favorite manga.

i. take me back when our world was one block wide

Stiles can't believe his luck.

He springs from his desk over to his open window at the sound of the car horn, eyes glinting in excitement as he eyes the family stepping out of a silver car next door and the giant U-Haul truck tailing them. Their new neighbors have arrived. Oh, how long has Stiles waited.

He flips his storybook close - a tale of adventure and friendship between a young fox, much like Stiles himself, and a young wolf. He enjoys those stories the most.

Stiles loves wolves; his best friend Scott is one. His dad is, too.

He gawks at the group, watching each one like a hawk. There's a couple, about the age of Stiles's parents, and two children. Definitely wolves, Stiles confirms to himself with his nose hunched up the air. While the new neighbors' daughter looks too old to want to hang out with Stiles, their son is definitely young enough to be Stiles' wolf buddy!

When Stiles's parents invite the new family for a welcome dinner, Stiles practically leaps down the stairs in his hurry. And when he comes face to face with his prospective new friend, he grins at him through a missing front tooth.

The boy, Theo, frowns and sticks his eyes down to his plate the entire meal. But Stiles isn't deterred by his rather lackadaisical response. It's understandable to be shy at first, after all. His sister, though, Tara, is more amiable. They quickly find something in common: werefox manga. They chatter about it all night and discover that they have the same favorite: The Fox Prince!

At school, Theo enrolls in Stiles's first-grade class. He immediately becomes friends with Jackson, though, and Stiles deflates. Stiles hardly likes that boy. He's mean and a bully. He picks on Stiles because he's smaller than the average bunch and teases him 'omega' like it's an insult. Stiles isn't an omega. He won't know until he's sixteen - no one knows until they're sixteen. And if he was, it wasn't anything to be ashamed of - his parents always make him repeat that. There are also infographics put up all over the school; even educational tapes during orientation and first day in homeroom are available. Pro-omega rights are all over in different media, but some choose to be ignorant.

Their bedrooms, he realizes, are across from each other, overlooking through the side windows. Every night, Stiles shouts his good night to Theo. Even though he never says it back or closes his window pointedly at his face.

Stiles helps his mom bake cookies every Saturday, and he saves some to bring over next door to see Theo. The boy is always upstairs playing when he comes over, and Tessa, Theo's mom, smiles apologetically before inviting him in for a homemade milkshake. Theo comes down only when Stiles is bidding his thanks and is already by the door to leave.

Siles figures - after a few weeks of this pattern - that Theo dislikes him. But why, is the question? Is it for the same reason that Jackson doesn't like Stiles? Because he's small and clumsy, and his mouth spits rapid fire? He really wants them to be friends.

It's kind of rotten, really, because Theo has no problem befriending Scott. They meet when Melissa drops off Scott for an overnight stay, which coincidentally is on one of the nights when Stiles's parents host dinner with the Raekens. Yes, it's how close their families are now. They have a calendar of alternating schedules for dinner. And Saturday park dates. And even Sunday barbecues.

They hit it off pretty fast, and it... stings. Scott is smaller than some of their classmates, too. He's asthmatic and needs his inhaler most of the time. Though, his lungs are starting to get better as Scott grows older, according to his labs - his wolf-healing doing its job at last. He's not mouthy like Stiles, but he's gullible - even for his age. He likes everyone. Which, Stiles admits, is pretty naive but also admirable. All those, and Theo likes him. Enough to compare canines with him whenever Scott comes over while not sparing Stiles a single glance. So, is it because Stiles is a fox that Theo dislikes him?

In his books, the fox and the wolf become friends even when they start off suspicious of each other. Maybe Stiles will have to wait a bit more for Theo to warm up to him? Yes, he'll do that.

But three months after Theo moves into Beacon Hills, Stiles stops waiting.

In the first grade classroom at lunch, he's flailing his hands, explaining to Scott why the new volume of The Fox Prince is the best one so far.

In the middle of it, he hears Jackson fake-whisper to a friend, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Yeah, because he dreams of becoming the Fox Prince and finding a Wolf Knight to build him a palace, like in the comics," Jackson's friend snickers, spraying food all over their shared desk. Jackson grimaces but waves it off to continue, seeing as he has an audience now. "He's too weak to lift a hammer, you see. So limb-y and small. And he's not even pretty. He's too mole-y." Then he turns to Theo, "Theo, you better start running. We all know he's got the most pitiful crush on you."

Stiles tears up even as the teacher reprimands Jackson and tells his classmates to stop laughing. He looks at Theo, hoping that he, at least, looks the slightest bit chagrined on Stiles's behalf.

But Theo smirks at Stiles and says, "Foxes are naturally faster than Wolves. I think I'll just beat him up."

Stiles speeds out of the room, wiping angry and humiliated tears off his face, with Scott following close behind.

It's not because of Stiles that Theo doesn't like him. This, Stiles is finally sure of. Theo is really only - pardon the language, mom and dad - a natural jerkface.

***

ii. take me back to the house in the backyard tree

Stiles can't believe his luck. That is to say: he can't believe how much the universe hates him.

Five years have gone by, and his parents still insist on shoving Stiles and Theo on each other. It's like they never listen. Stiles tells them, over and over, that his and Theo's friendship is never going to happen. But they only roll their eyes at him.

"You were obsessed with him when you were seven," his mom says, placating like Stiles is just being petulant about this. "Of course, it's going to happen. Just be a little less snotty to him."

Be a little less snotty. Right. As if Stiles is the reason for their nonexistent friendship.

Today's Sunday. Therefore, Stiles finds himself in the Raekens' backyard, sulking on the picnic bench with a smug Theo sitting across from him.

"You're gonna climb up to my treehouse, whether you like it or not," he tells Stiles confidently after Stiles shots him down harshly. "Your mom will make you."

Stiles scoffs.

But Theo's right.

Theo and Stiles's dads man the barbecue, talking about the recent werewolf rugby preliminaries, while their moms are sipping red wine and laughing pleasantly at each other's account of embarrassing baby stories of Stiles and Theo. After all these years, they still have more to tell.

Stiles is huffing and puffing, sipping grape juice while kicking aggressively at Theo's feet under the table.

"Really, Theo built that by himself?" Stiles's dad, the Sheriff, exclaims in surprise.

Theo's dad, Richard, laughs delightfully. "Well, I assisted some."

The two of them look over to their table, grinning proudly at Theo. Theo straightens in his seat, preening at the attention of two elder alphas. Stiles scowls.

"He's going to present as an alpha. I tell you, Rick."

Their moms hum in agreement.

As if strength is all that makes an alpha.

"Unlikely," Stiles mutters under his breath, full of petty disdain. "Omegas create the den."

Theo hears him, but he only smirks.

"It's beautiful, Theo!" Claudia, Stiles's mom, gushes loudly, and Stiles groans into his hands. He knows what she will say next. "Why don't you show it to Stiles, honey? I'm sure he would be ecstatic."

Stiles is not ecstatic.

Especially when Theo's dad jokes to Stiles's dad after he grudgingly stomps behind Theo in the direction of the treehouse, proclaiming, "They look good together, wouldn't you say, Noah?"

"I definitely wouldn't mind having Theo as a son-in-law, Rick."

Their moms coo and Stiles briskly walks away, flushing in embarrassment and avoiding Theo's eyes.

The ladder up to the treehouse is rickety, there's a nail protruding by the door that almost brains Stiles, and there are gaps between some of the wood planks on the floor - obviously, that half is Theo's work because it screams amateur. It's spacious but dusty inside. The window is only the size of Stiles's head enough to poke out, and the sill is rough. And Stiles is sure it shakes just a bit as Theo climbs in after him.

"So, what do you think?"

Stiles looks around some more. A blue paint would be nice, he thinks. There's also a skylight as he looks up. The branches are trimmed mindfully so that the sky is visible from where Stiles is standing. He thinks it's amazing.

"It's all right," he offers, at last.

Theo snorts. After a pause, he says casually, "You can come by whenever."

Stiles turns to Theo, drawing his brows. "Why would I?"

"So they'd stop pestering us to talk to each other."

"So we come here instead," Stiles gestures at the general vicinity. "To do what?"

Theo shrugs. "Anything but talk."

Stiles narrows his eyes suspiciously, but Theo's expression betrays no hints of nefarious plans to smother Stiles when his back is turned.

Stiles huffs. His new mini bookshelf will look nice in that one corner, he admits. It doesn't mean he hates Theo any less, though.

Stiles tells Scott about the treehouse at lunch the next day.

"Theo built a treehouse for you?" Scott blurts out dramatically, attracting the attention of a few lunch-goers.

"Theo built a treehouse," Stiles corrects him, gritting his teeth. His cheeks heat up consciously at the passing glances. "Period." Actually, his dad did while he butchered his part of the share.

Scott looks confused. "You said he told you that you could come."

Stiles rolls his eyes, wiping cafeteria pizza grease on his school pants. "That doesn't mean he built it for me."

"Well, did he ask anybody else to come up to his treehouse?"

"No," replies Stiles, dragging the syllable like explaining to a child. "Not that I know of."

"Then he built it for you," Scott concludes, grinning triumphantly into his soggy burger. He adds thoughtfully a bit later, "Maybe it's his odd way of saying sorry."

Stiles sighs. Scott can be stubborn sometimes; it's really no use arguing with him. It doesn't matter anyway. Theo didn't build it, and definitely not for Stiles. Especially not to apologize for a cruel comment he made when he was seven.

But-

"Why did you even build this treehouse?" Stiles asks during the succeeding Sunday afternoon barbecue at the Raekens.

Last weekend, when Stiles's family hosted the afternoon affair, Theo helped Stiles set up his foldable mini bookshelf in the treehouse. And Stiles, in turn, helped Theo arrange pillows and blankets once they polished the floor together. It was wide enough to give them berth, keep them in their half of the space. It was the most agreeable they'd been together in… ever. Theo didn't act obnoxious, and Stiles didn't act snotty. It was actually quite pleasant. But he refused to make any of it. Theo doesn't add to Jackson's mockery anymore, but he still laughs at Stiles's expense. He's not any less a jerk than he was five years ago.

Theo looks up from his portable gamepad, frowning. He's been moody today. "I told you."

"Why didn't you invite Tara, then? She wanted to see." Stiles challenges. He wants to prove to Scott that Theo did invite someone other than him to his treehouse. He doesn't know why it's so important, but it is.

Tara is sixteen, and she recently presented as an alpha. She's living with her grandparents in their old home city. She's here to visit after her presentation to give the news to her parents.

Theo's chest makes a gurgling sound, and he looks appalled by the idea, "I don't want her to see."

"Why not? You let me see."

Theo growls low in a warning.

Stiles continues hotly, "You let me put my bookshelves and books in. You let me lay in your blankets. You let me stay. My scent is all over the place. But you hate me."

Theo gnashes his teeth, "I don't hate you."

"Right," snorts Stiles. He finds himself so worked up over this. "You just enjoy making fun of me."

Theo's face turns a giant blotch of red. The atmosphere inside the treehouse is dense with the scent of his anger. "I don't enjoy making fun of you. I thought I should, to fit in."

"Oh, yes!" Stiles cries out. "You're doing a spectacular job fitting in with the assholes."

Theo's fists are clenched tightly around the gamepad, and he looks ready to burst. "That's why I asked dad to help me build this treehouse, okay?" snarls Theo. "Because I'm-"

Theo cuts off sharply. Huh. What do you know? So, Scott's right, and Theo's buttering him up for an overdue apology. But he can't even say it. He's gnawing his lips hard, chest heaving, as if it's so difficult to push the words out.

Just say it, Stiles thinks. Just say it, and you have it. I won't even make it hard.

After all these years - underneath his grudge - Stiles still wants them to be friends. Wants to open his side window again and yell good night to the boy across his room. Wants to bake cookies and share them with Theo. Wave at him in the school hallways and get a response.

Stiles scoffs, shaking his head. "You probably can't even say it, even if I dare you to."

Theo straightens at that, lifting his chin in a challenging stance. "I'm not scared of anything," he hisses defensively. "I can do whatever you would dare me to do."

Egotistical jerk.

Stiles rises to the game. "Whatever, huh?"

"Whatever," Theo agrees.

"Anything at all? I'm not so sure about that."

"Stiles,"

He doesn't know what makes him blurt it out. Probably his growing amusement at the strange situation they've fallen in. But whatever it is, Stiles says:

"Then kiss me, I dare you."

He's so sure Theo would blink, balk in disgust, and finally beat him up, as he said many years ago. But, at least, Stiles has made his point, right? So, Stiles is not prepared when Theo stands - his head almost brushing the roof - and stalks forward, crossing the invisible barrier they set to separate the space.

Stiles's smile instantly drops, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to kiss you," Theo replies decisively. "I can't do it from the other side of the room, can I?"

Stiles meeps, eyes quickly darting to the exit. "I- but- what," He's only twelve! Not that having his first kiss hasn't crossed his mind or that he's against sharing it with Theo, but neither is the point.

A lone fox in a fight or flight situation. Of course, Stiles bolts out.

Theo's laughing when he pokes his head out of the window. He shouts down at Stiles, "I thought you were a fox, not a chicken!"

He glares and makes rude gestures at Theo before running back to where their parents are busy with the food prep, unaware that Stiles's fast-beating heart is not because he's been running at all. Stiles is still blushing hard when he settles on the picnic bench with his traitorous brain unhelpfully chanting what if.

He still has the most pathetic crush on Theo, apparently.

***

iii. take me back to the creek beds we turned up

Stiles can't believe his luck.

Being friends with Theo is not, at all, how Stiles imagined it would be. Especially when Theo presents as an alpha shortly after turning sixteen.

Scott has also presented as an alpha. Which, frankly, surprised everyone, even Scott himself. For the longest time, they assumed Scott would be a beta. He's just too easy going to be one of the temperamental knotheads. He knocked everyone's breath away when he came to school smelling like kneel before me. He never exploited that, though. Scott would never. He's still the same Scott who's loyal to Stiles and finds the good in everyone.

Stiles has yet to present, although he's a good few months older than both Theo and Scott. But now, he has two alpha best friends. He's basically untouchable at this point. But Theo's protectiveness is noticeably different from Scott's. Enough to catch the attention of Lydia Martin, an alpha werewolf, top of the class, who never once spoke to Stiles even though they shared plenty of classes in middle school, freshman, and sophomore years.

She sits next to him in AP English. "You're Stiles, right?"

Taken aback, Stiles can only nod.

Lydia hums, her kohl-rimmed eyes giving him a deliberate once over. It's really intimidating. Because it's, well, Lydia. When her eyes settle back on his, she says, "Your boyfriend broke my boyfriend's arm during lacrosse practice yesterday."

His eyes widen. None of what she said computes.

"Jackson," she thankfully clarifies after pursing her lips, noticing his utter confusion. "Theo broke Jackson's arm."

Stiles's eyes widen some more. He didn't know about it. Stiles skipped track practice yesterday, and Theo didn't mention it last night when they played Uno on Stiles's roof until midnight. Everything felt normal, but he does remember Theo saying that his mom's miffed at him. He passed it off as nothing serious because it's a fairly regular occurrence. Then, his forehead creases, processing the rest of Lydia's words.

"Theo's not my boyfriend," he adds hastily.

Lydia scoffs, smiling sharply, "He sure acts like it."

Stiles corners Scott by his locker going to the third period.

"What happened at lacrosse practice yesterday?" he demands without preamble.

Scott blinks at him. "Theo didn't tell you?"

Stiles huffs impatiently, "I wouldn't be pestering you if he did." He can't find Theo anywhere, too. Now of all days.

Scott closes his locker door, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I don't know the entirety of it," Scott starts cautiously. "They were already pretty tense when they came out of the locker room. Then, they just started baring their fangs out and pouncing on each other."

"You've no idea what they could be fighting about?"

Scott looks uncertain for a moment before he sighs resignedly. "Jackson made inappropriate comments about you," he confesses. "I told him to shut up. But Theo totally... snapped."

Stiles pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes with a deep inhale. He opens them again after a second, "Jackson called me omega again, didn't he?"

Scott nods, flattening his lips wryly. "And more."

It's Stiles's turn to sigh. Ever since Theo started hanging out with Stiles, he hung out less and less with Jackson and his lackeys. It's only one more reason for Jackson to hate Stiles and for him to start growing bitter feelings against Theo. They still talk, being in the lacrosse team and all. But Theo openly shuts off anyone who badmouths Stiles and threatens them with bodily harm - and makes good of his promise, see: Jackson - when push comes to shove.

"Theo got suspended for a week," Scott adds after a moment. "He'll also be benched in the next game."

Considering what he did, it's a pretty light punishment. But the new alpha aggression is easy to blame. It's an acceptable excuse. Still.

"Stiles?" Scott places a gentle hand on his shoulder. Stiles looks up, lips wobbling just the slightest. He hates to cause his friends trouble. God knows how many times Scott set aside his amicable nature to warn people off of Stiles's business. Scott's fingers squeeze consolingly, "It's not your fault, okay? He just wants to protect you."

Stiles is not entirely convinced, but he nods.

Later, after school, Theo pulls his truck up deep into the Preserve, to that one spot they both think is the best-hidden treasure within the woods of Beacon Hills: the creek.

They'd discovered it together during a Saturday run after they called a truce and went back there during family date runs, sometimes with Scott. They visit more frequently after Stiles inherited her mom's Jeep and Theo's dad bought him a truck, usually without Scott. He's got a girlfriend now, Allison, who's such a nice girl, a sweet beta. He's trying to win over Allison's family, so he spends a lot of time with her. It's not a problem. Courting is a serious matter, and the Argents are a clan of old conservatives. Stiles and Theo are perfectly capable of enjoying themselves.

It's… nice. Sitting practically flushed together on the tailgate of Theo's truck, their pinky fingers linked innocently in between them. The streaming water, soft snaps of wood in the distance, and their own heartbeats close to each other are the only sounds they can hear. Theo's scent is basically the same as Stiles's own, and it feels like comfort to him.

They're playing sideward footsie with shoes on, and Stiles hates to be the one to break their companionable silence.

"You got suspended," he starts. There's no point posing it as a question. By now, Theo must have figured out that Stiles already knows about it.

Theo nods, hopping off the tailgate.

Stiles tracks his movements. From taking off his shoes and socks, rolling up his pant hems, jumping down a shallow slope to the creek bed, and dipping ankle-deep into the cold water. He picks up a handful of pebbles and starts casting them onto the deeper parts of the creek.

He speaks after a moment, "It's nothing."

Stiles frowns at his dismissive tone. "It's not nothing. You broke Jackson's arm and got suspended."

Theo shrugs. Another throw. "He'll heal."

Stiles sputters in disbelief, "I know he'll heal. But that doesn't mean you had to hurt him."

"I was supposed to do nothing?" Theo snaps, turning bodily to look at Stiles. "He disrespected you."

"It's not like I was there to hear it to get affected," he reasons, though he knows it's a weak argument.

Theo's eyes flash, jabbing at his chest. "Well, I was there to hear it and wanted none of it. Scott and I already warned Jackson, but it's like he's testing me. He thinks my threats are all bluff. They're seriously fucking not."

"Language," Stiles admonishes reflexively.

Theo ignores it, dropping the pebbles mindlessly, as he walks out of the water, up the slope, into Stiles's space. His knees make contact with Theo's abdomen, and they're close enough for Stiles to feel the heat of his body.

Theo's hands settle around his lower thighs, and Stiles's breath catches. "He's not gonna call you a 'hot piece of ass for alphas to bend over', and get away with it unscathed, the sexist bastard."

Stiles inwardly grits his teeth at Jackson's disdainful words. But his indignation is dulled by the fluttering in his stomach. Theo moves just another inch closer. Their position and proximity, Theo's warm hands on him, are distracting. "So, you broke his arm."

"I would have gone for the balls," replies Theo flatly. "If it wouldn't have sent me straight to juvie in two seconds. Procreation is still an alpha's greatest pride, and it's against the law to sabotage it."

Stiles's mouth twitch. Then he remembers, "Lydia called you my boyfriend because of what you did."

Theo pauses, processing the information. Then his face breaks into a grin, "Nah. I'm worse than any boyfriend or girlfriend you will ever have. I'm a permanent fixture."

Stiles throws his head back in laughter because there's no doubt about that. "I'm counting on that."

***

iv. take me back to the time we had our very first fight

Stiles can't believe his luck.

When Stiles's heat finally comes, it comes unexpectedly, as it's wont to do. Stiles in the treehouse with Theo, snuggling under Theo's bedcovers and telling him about the final volume of his favorite manga, The Fox Prince. All day they've been extra tactile. Like it's physically impossible not to reach out and touch each other. The amount of times Stiles stared and nuzzled absently against Theo's neck is embarrassing. And the smell they make together should have been a dead giveaway. But no, they have to suffer the first-hand ramifications of alpha and omega pheromones clouding one's judgment.

"So, they lived happily ever after," Theo comments drily after Stiles's long and detailed regaling, playing with the short strands of his hair.

Stiles twists his head on Theo's chest to send him a narrow-eyed glare. "And what's wrong with that?"

"It's plenty predictable."

Stiles rises on one elbow to properly have a look at Theo's face. "Of course, it's going to end happily. All of the fans knew from the beginning," Stiles says matter-of-factly. "But the ending's hardly the reason why fans stick to their favorite book, or movie, or TV show. It's the in-between that matters the most. How they got their happy end."

Theo arches a brow, and the corners of his lips pull up to a soft smile. His big hands settle around Stiles's hips. "All right. If you say so, Fox Prince."

Stiles's cheeks heat up, glancing at Theo's mouth and looking away quickly. He's been doing a lot of that today. He mutters, "I'm not calling you Wolf Knight."

Unlike Stiles, Theo shamelessly stares at his mouth. Theo's been doing a lot of that today, too. It's a rather jarring development, but he refuses to overthink his way out of this. His body's telling him it's right. Who's he to oppose? Theo's voice lowers imperceptibly, thumbing under Stiles's shirt and tracing circles around his soft skin. "Why not?"

The heat spreads in Stiles's body at once; strong, and all-consuming, making his toes and fingertips tingle and his core burn. He splays his fingers on Theo's chest, pressing himself against his best friend, and slowly rubbing their scents together. His brain turns hazy with the smell of alpha.

He peppers open mouth kisses on Theo's collarbone as the hands around him grasp tighter, running up to his spine. He arches into the touch, kissing the underside of Theo's jaw. Stiles whispers, "Do you want me to?" but he almost forgets what they're talking about, too busy putting his hands under Theo's shirt to clutch mindlessly on his defined torso without the fabric barrier.

Theo moans, maneuvering Stiles so their bodies align. Him underneath and Stiles above him. He slips a knee in between Stiles's legs, taking the back of his head with one hand and gripping meaningfully at his hair.

Stiles obediently bares his neck.

Theo growls, biting the proffered skin with his blunt teeth before nuzzling his nose along the line of Stiles's shoulder. "You smell so good. Why do you smell so good?" He mutters absently.

Somewhere in his brain, Stiles hears a warning that they're moving too fast, close to crossing a line. But most of his senses are clouded with want, a yearning he's never known before.

"You're so hot," Theo whispers.

Stiles kisses the shell of his ear, instinctively grinding against Theo, chasing the satisfaction he instinctively knows he will find in Theo's body. What was it they were talking about earlier? He can't even remember. His mind is filled to the brink of thoughts of alpha, need, and please.

Suddenly, Theo's body goes rigid, and his hands pause. "Stiles," he says, tone sharp. "You're hot."

Stiles's lips journey down to his chin. "You too," he murmurs.

"No," he shakes his head, and suddenly Theo is yanking on Stiles's shoulders to pull them apart. Stiles looks down at him with hooded eyes. "You're burning."

Stiles is confused. But now that Theo mentions it, yes, he does feel unusually… warm. And he can't think straight. He knows he prefers there to be less distance between Theo and him though. He wants to roll around in their den, clinging to the scent of safety, of home, of unbridled want.

When he moves to close their distance again, Theo immediately sits upright, knocking Stiles off of him like it's a do or die to physically separate them. There's panic in Theo's eyes, and Stiles feels the sting of shame and rejection in his bones. His whimpers, feeling small and inadequate.

"Stiles," Theo scrambles to stand, untangling the sheets from around him. His pupils are lust-blown, but the look of abject horror overpowers it. "Oh crap. You're in heat."

He doesn't remember much of what happens after Theo hurries down the treehouse, but he knows it's a torment without his alpha. He whimpers and whines, smelling his own agony overtaking the atmosphere. Then his parents come, the same look of panic he saw on Theo in his dad's eyes before he, too, scurries to the exit. Theo's mother, Tessa, takes his dad's place, and she and Stiles's mother help Stiles down the treehouse and into Stiles's room.

Then eternity of hollow emptiness after that.

But it's actually only a week. After the seventh day, his heat breaks. And all Stiles is, is a mess.

His mother pokes her head into the room, seeing Stiles lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, reeling from the aftermath of his presentation.

So, Jackson is right after all. He's an omega.

Claudia sits on the edge, reaching to pet his head. She smiles, "How are you, honey?"

Stiles manages to croak out, "Like Hell swallowed me and spat me back out."

Claudia chuckles. Then she sobers up and tells him, "You were lucky you were with Theo when you presented."

Anywhere else would have been dangerous, Stiles knows that much. There's always the risk of some alpha taking advantage. Although, it's more uncommon at present, ever since the emergence of more specified omega laws and pro-omega support groups. It's still a terrifying possibility.

Stiles nods, "I was."

Melissa calls him, asks about his well-being, congratulates Stiles, and tells him he will have Scott bring over omega pamphlets from the hospital. Scott rings him next, sounding like he's a mix of ecstatic that Stiles finally presented nine months after he turned 16, and worried about his orientation.

"Are you all right?" Stiles translates it as: are you all right with being an omega?

"I am," replies Stiles honestly. "I think I kinda knew all along." He's only been reluctant to embrace it because of Jackson and a few other sexist dickheads at school.

But this is him now. And like his parents have always implanted in his brain, like the signboards all around the school say, like the theme of the media he consumes: being an omega is nothing different than being an alpha or a beta. It's only biology, and like everything in the ecosystem, has a purpose no less important than the other species.

"I'm glad Stiles," he can hear the sincerity in Scott's voice. "Remember you have me and Theo."

The next time he sees Theo is when it's his family's turn to host dinner. Their eyes meet, and his face goes up in flame. Stiles can't look his best friend in the eyes without the memories of the treehouse flooding to the forefront of his mind.

God, the way he rubbed himself wantonly against Theo. Definitely not the proper thoughts to be having at the dinner table.

He doesn't know the extent of their parents' knowledge on what took place before Theo sobered up and ran out of the treehouse, but Stiles's mom and dad look at Theo like he had saved the world from an extinction-level event.

Noah claps Theo's back and places a hand on Theo's shoulder. He grins, "Son if you ever need it, you have my blessing."

Stiles's mouth drops. He hisses from his seat, aghast, "Dad!" Because now's the time to joke about them getting together, why not. Stiles fights the urge to burrow underneath the table.

Theo's parents only laugh, but their eyes twinkle, too.

"Uh, thank you, sir." stammers Theo. His is bright red, looking to the world like he wants to be anywhere else but there at the moment. At least, that makes two of them.

Claudia rolls her eyes, playfully smacking the Sheriff's arm. "Stop teasing the boy, Noah." she chides with a smile. Then she leans over the back of Theo's chair and pecks his cheek affectionately, "But for what it's worth, you have mine, too."

Stiles groans and sinks lower in his seat. What do they say about grounds opening and swallowing a person whole? Where's one of those when you need it?

After dinner, one spent sending furtive glances at one another across the table, Theo excuses them, asking Stiles's parents for permission to take Stiles driving around for a little bit.

They try to do it surreptitiously, but Stiles catches the knowing looks that both his and Theo's parents exchange as they make their way out the door.

They take Stiles's Jeep. Theo drives - Stiles trusts only two people to drive his Jeep: Theo and Scott - and Stiles fiddles with the pebble he keeps in his Jeep's compartment, doing his best to reign in his thundering heart. This is the first time they're alone together after… that. He doesn't do a very good job at it, he thinks. He can smell his own nerves.

"I didn't know you kept that," Theo says, breaking the silence.

It takes Stiles a moment to understand what he means, "Oh, this?" He raises the pebble, about half the size of Stiles's palm, smooth and distinctly shaped like a deformed heart, but a heart nonetheless. "Yeah," he says, looking at the object fondly. "It's pretty. I've grown attached since the first time you showed it to me."

"Say the word, and I'll scour the entire creek bed for more."

Stiles blushes but laughs, forgetting his previous anxiety. "I don't think the local environment office will appreciate you rearranging the creek bed, but thanks. The one's enough, though."

"If you say so," replies Theo with a grin.

Their eyes meet briefly, and Stiles uses the easing of tension to finally say it. "Thank you, Theo."

Theo's brow arches in amusement, "For giving you a pebble?"

"For the treehouse," Theo glances at him in surprise. Stiles licks his lips, forcing himself to continue speaking before he loses the gall again. "For being more in control and calling for help. For-" the image of them necking and feeling up each other plague his brain, and he feels himself flushing crimson from the neck up again. He also recalls Theo's panic and pushing Stiles away before running. Stiles doesn't want to think about what else he would've done, what he would've let Theo do if Theo's senses got completely fogged by his omega pheromones. "For saving me from complete and utter humiliation."

Theo doesn't say anything for a while, but Stiles can smell the trepidation on him.

"You don't have to thank me," starts Theo. "I-" he cuts himself off and heaves a deep breath, swallows, tries again. "If anything, I should apologize. I'd noticed the change in your scent before we came up, just thought it was because of that manga you were so excited about. I should've known immediately."

"I should've known immediately," Stiles counters. "I couldn't stop thinking about your neck."

Theo snorts, but there's a remaining scent of guilt lingering in the air.

Stiles reaches out a hand to rest over Theo's on the gearshift. It's such a small gesture, one that he's done countless times throughout the years, but Stiles feels the weight of their touch much more now. Theo glances at their joined hands, then at Stiles. Stiles smiles at him in assurance, "I'm glad it was you."

Theo smiles back, his unease settling at Stiles's words. He twines their pinky fingers, something they've also done countless times before but somehow means differently now. Stiles sighs in contentment, and so does Theo.

When he comes back to school, all eyes are on him. All noses, too, it seems. Stiles expects no less. There aren't many omegas in Beacon Hills and much less in BHHS. In fact, there's only one other currently enrolled. She happens to be in Stiles's year and a werefox like him. And they also have homeroom together.

When Kira enters the room, her eyes immediately find Stiles, and she beams, making her way to him. Everyone's eyes track the progress of her steps, shameless in their gossiping and obvious in their sniffing. Apparently, Stiles and Kira are the hottest topics at school now.

"Hi, Stiles!" She gestures at the seat beside Stiles. "May I sit here?"

Stiles nods eagerly. It's not unsurprising that they instantly fall into a comfortable companionship. Stiles had been Kira's first friend when she first came to BHHS freshman year, helping her figure out her schedule and pointing her in the right directions.

At lunch, Stiles waves at Kira to sit with them. Them being: him, Theo, Scott, and Allison. She comes over smiling, bringing a friend in tow.

"Hey," she greets everyone, high-spirited. She points at the boy behind her. "This is my friend, Isaac. Is it okay if we sit with you, guys?"

Stiles readily scoots to make space, and the two set their trays down. Isaac nods at Theo and Scott. They're teammates in lacrosse, so they're familiar. But while Scott moves to start a friendly conversation, Theo swoops in for his neck.

"So," he starts, unmindful of the pleading expression on Scott's face. "How's Jackson's arm these days?"

Isaac stops short, then shrugs. "We don't hang out much lately."

"Really?" The sarcasm drips from Theo's tone, and Stiles sends him a warning glance. "Weren't you one of his most loyal puppies?"

"Theo," Scott sighs tiredly. It's like they've had the same conversation before.

"Well," Isaac straightens, leveling him with the same look. "Weren't you, too?"

Theo scowls, but before he can retort, Stiles grabs his hand. Theo takes one look at his face, then turns away with a roll in his eyes. He picks up curly fries from Stiles's plate, with Stiles forcing himself not to swat his hand, and opens his phone instead. He keeps Stiles's hand curled against his own and doesn't speak to Isaac the whole lunch period.

Later in the afternoon, Stiles finds Isaac loitering by his Jeep in the parking area, in his lacrosse uniform, clearly waiting for Stiles. The boy lifts his head, likely smelling Stiles, and offers a bashful smile.

"Hey," he says when he's near enough. "What are you doing here?" Stiles asks a little dubiously.

It's not that he doesn't trust Isaac. He's friends with Kira, and Kira is the sweetest girl Stiles knows next to Allison. She wouldn't be comfortable with him if he's still an asshole. But the fact remains that everyone else is in practice, and he's here seeking Stiles out. He can't help but be a little conscious of their privacy. Isaac, after all, used to be one of Jackson's closest friends. He used to laugh along at Jackson's gibes against Stiles. He only distanced himself after Theo left.

Isaac shifts on his feet, not quite meeting Stiles's eyes. "I just- wanna say sorry."

Stiles pauses. "What for?"

He shrugs. "For, you know, teasing you before."

He doesn't expect it, but it feels nice all the same. Stiles nods, smiling. "Yeah, dude. It's all good."

"It's just - I was never a popular kid or anything," he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck with his gaze averted over Stiles's shoulder. "So when Jackson wanted to hang out with me, I thought I had to do everything to keep him around."

Stiles eyes him softly. He's never been this up close to Isaac before, always afraid that he might say something awful. Stiles prefers not to hear what they think about him. But here today, he only looks vulnerable and honest. It's probably the omega in him that wants to console people in distress, even ones that used to cause him anxiety, but he moves forward, a display of trust to Isaac.

He rests a hand on one of his shoulders, drawing Isaac's attention to the touch. "You don't have to explain."

Isaac exhales in relief. "If I could take back all the nasty things I did, I would."

Stiles smiles, "As I said, it's all good. Just don't be a stranger."

Isaac and Stiles end up exchanging phone numbers. He gives Kira's to Stiles, too. They sit together every lunch, and Theo gradually starts talking to Isaac, albeit passive-aggressively. Kira and Stiles grow a sort of bond, being the only omegas in a school full of alphas and betas, and it's all nice, adding two more in Stiles's little group of friends.

Junior year passes. Theo gets into another fight with Jackson, but thankfully, nothing gets broken this time. Scott says Allison's father asked him to go on a hunt with him, which is stellar news for the courting couple because it means they're trusting Scott implicitly to provide for the pack. Kira reveals that she's secretly crushing on Isaac, and Isaac enlists Stiles's help on finally asking Kira out.

"I don't know, Stiles," he says nervously over the phone the evening before the first day of Senior year. "I don't think Mrs. Yukimura likes me that much."

"How can you say so?"

"She gives me the stink eye whenever I come over, and I haven't even hinted at my intention to court Kira."

Stiles snorts, "The stink eye. What are you, twelve?"

Isaac huffs, a little annoyed. "Not everyone's parents play matchmaker like yours and Theo's, you know."

Blushing, Stiles ignores the comment. "Look, stop overthinking. Just do it."

It takes a moment for Isaac to form his reply. When he does, his voice is quiet, "I have nothing to boast. I'm an alpha with no self-confidence. An antithesis to my kind." It's like he doesn't mean to say it out loud when he adds, "My father made sure to beat it all out of me."

Stiles closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. It's a subject they don't talk about. Everyone knows that Isaac's father is in prison for domestic abuse of his son - a result of losing his wife untimely, turning to alcohol to quell his grief, and taking out his anger on their only son. It was a whole commotion in their middle school, just a few months short of Isaac leaving Jackson's group. People gossiped. But since Isaac already established a reputation for being an asshole, nobody dared talk about it. At least, to his face. Isaac moved into his aunt's ever since, who doted on him, but instead of growing out of his shell, he burrowed deeper into it. He maintained the asshole persona, joined the lacrosse team, and pretended nothing could shake him.

He met Kira through her dad in their freshman year. Mr. Yukimura teaches history, and during freshman year, Isaac was the first to receive a detention from him. Isaac sorted through a century's worth of archived international print media, and Kira eagerly jumped in assistance when she came in after her class. Mr. Yukimura invited Isaac to dinner the same night, and it had only been the first of many. He became an almost permanent fixture at the Yukimura's, with Kira's dad taking him as his unofficial student assistant. It gave him so much time to know Kira, grow fond of her, and eventually fall for her.

Even though Isaac doesn't talk about his past abuse, it left a dent in his self-esteem, and it shows. He refers to himself as a dysfunctional alpha because of certain societal stereotypes and unworthy of Kira's attention.

"I'm not good enough for her," Isaac says after a long time of silence.

Stiles replies, "Let her decide for herself. You're a good person, Isaac. Kira knows that. Give it a chance to blossom before you try to kill it."

"Theo's a lucky guy," says Isaac after a second of silence. Before Stiles can ask him what he even means by that, he's already saying his goodbye. "Thank you, Stiles. See you tomorrow."

Stiles spends another minute staring at the ceiling of his room, contemplating Isaac and Kira's mutual feelings for each other and the sure chance that, should things go to plan as they likely will, his friends will officially begin courting. The thought brings a smile to his face.

He's settling into his blanket when he hears it: a soft tapping pattern on his window. He gets up, already knowing who he's going to see on the other side. Theo has knocked on his bedroom window - the one facing the front of the house, not the one overlooking Theo's own bedroom - so many times now that Stiles is in tune with the pattern.

He slides the window open, smiling at the beaming face of his best friend. "I thought you guys were doing a family thing?"

Tara is home from college. After tonight's dinner at the Raekens, one which Stiles spent talking to Tara about the ending of The Fox Prince even though they'd already freaked out to each other on Skype the week of the release, Theo understandably cancels their evening stroll in the creek. They are taking Tara out because she's only staying for a few days.

"We just got back," Theo helps Stiles climb out the window and onto the terrace roof.

When they are seated, facing the full moon, Theo says, "I gotta give you something," and takes out a small velvet box from his pocket.

Stiles looks at the box, stunned. The logo at the top makes his mouth drop open, gasping, "It's The Fox Prince limited edition collectible ring set!" Stiles takes the box from Theo with the utmost gentleness, as if the wrong brush of his finger will dissolve it into a mist. "Oh my god!" he exclaims, turning to Theo with shining eyes. "Did Tara give this to you?"

Theo pauses, but Stiles is too busy admiring the box to notice. Instead of answering, Theo nudges Stiles's shoulder, "Open it."

Stiles looks at him again, astonished, and nods. Carefully, he opens the ring box and squeals in excitement at the sight of two gold bands, genuine 18 karat gold bands, that he only ever fantasized about while reading the manga. Now he's holding the impression marriage rings of his most favorite fictional couple.

Theo takes the band with the symbol Ω and takes Stiles's left hand. Stiles watches in awe as Theo smoothly slides the ring to his pale finger, the exact size for it, and drops a featherlight kiss on his knuckles.

Stiles admires the ring as it glows under the moonlight. "It's so beautiful." After a few more seconds, Stiles moves to take it off, but Theo stops him, confused.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking it off," replies Stiles, also confused.

Theo frowns, "I thought you liked it."

"I do!" Stiles hastily affirms. "But if it's Tara's-"

"It's yours," Theo cuts him off, rolling his eyes. "I put it on your finger."

"But-"

Theo abruptly interrupts his protest. "Stiles," he intones his name a little exasperatedly. "Remove it only if you don't want it."

Stiles hesitates, stares at the perfectly-sized ring around his finger, and chooses to indulge. He's wearing the promise of commitment of the Wolf Knight to the Fox Prince. It only took them years to arrive at that moment.

Picking up the box from his lap, he plucks the second gold band, one marked with Α, and smirks playfully at his best friend. "So I take it you want to be my Wolf Knight," he jokes. "You didn't have to beat me up after all."

"I want to be," Theo replies seriously. "If you will allow me."

Stiles shivers slightly from the night air, mostly from the look in Theo's eyes.

He swallows, reaching for Theo's hand. He slides the ring into his finger, and it fits. Stiles can't believe their luck. The rings fit exactly like they're made for them. They fit perfectly like Stiles sometimes thinks he fits perfectly with Theo.

This childhood crush is going to be the death of him.

Or maybe his obliviousness will. And Theo's temper.

It crashes a month into Senior year. Isaac ended up not confessing his intentions of courting Kira the night before Senior year, and both he and Kira are getting frustrated, and by extension, Stiles. The scent is all he can smell from them whenever Stiles is around one or both of them. He takes to spending more time talking Isaac out of his nerves - at school, during track practice together (because Isaac also does track on top of lacrosse), over the phone, even during the weekend. And Kira, too, to listen to her wax poetry about Isaac's blue eyes and blond curls. And how she's sure he feels the same, but he looks away when she thinks they're gaining progress, and she's back to square one.

Ultimately, Stiles has Isaac writing his confession if talking isn't cutting it. Isaac cocks his head thoughtfully, then nods and writes a whole freaking narrative poetry or something. It's so well constructed, all of his thoughts flowing smoothly like the water in the Preserve creek, and Stiles is dumbstruck. They should've done this a long time ago.

He keeps the draft of Isaac's letter, thinking about framing it for his friends' first wedding anniversary in the future, and of course, Theo finds it.

And he absolutely flips.

Stiles can't believe his luck.

"We're you ever going to tell me?" Theo growls in anger, knuckles white on the steering wheel, eyes red as he drives home.

Stiles can't help but whimper. The scent of Theo's fury is sharp against his nostrils, and it hurts. He wants to reach out and appease the alpha, but he's also upset for being yelled at for no reason. His eyes sting with tears threatening to spill any second. He holds onto his own keys, his Jeep abandoned in the school parking lot, and snaps back.

"Tell you what?"

Theo growls again, pressing the car horn hard, the opposing cars veering away in alarm, and bares his fangs at the road. The veins in his arm and neck stick out prominent, and Stiles really sees the physical difference between an alpha and omega. Stiles has always been taller than Theo. His long, lithe, agile legs are the most remarkable features, the apotheosis of a werefox. But while he's always been lean in structure from the omega gene, Theo is broad, strong, and imposing. He loves it about Theo. So Stiles hates that it's scaring him now.

"That you were courting with someone else!"

"I'm not!"

Theo's eyes flash, "I saw Isaac's confession, Stiles. Don't lie to me!" He doesn't give Stiles a chance to speak, to correct his assumption, because he continues, still as livid, but the hurt is also bleeding in his voice. "How are you still wearing my ring if you're breaking intentions with me?"

Stiles is gobsmacked, "Breaking intentions- what?"

"His scent is all over you, fuck!" He swears, turning to their block with a hard turn. He grits his teeth, jaw clenching tight. "How could I be so stupid?"

When Theo screeches to a stop in Stiles's gate, Stiles hurries to get off his truck. The atmosphere inside is suffocating. "Yes!" He cries indignantly. "The confession was for Kira if you cared to read the entire letter before going feral on me. So, yes, how could you be so stupid?"

Stiles slams the door of Theo's truck, the gate, the front door, and the door to his room. He slams his windows shut, both of it, rolls the blinds down because Theo will try to reach out, and Stiles just doesn't have it in him to deal with him right now.

He refuses to go down to dinner, telling his mother to absolutely not let Theo in no matter what he says. Scott drives his Jeep home with the spare key but doesn't ask to talk to him. Scott shoots Stiles a message instead, telling him to call whenever he can. His dad knocks on his door, asking if he needs to snap someone's neck off.

"It's just a misunderstanding, dad," he says weakly.

"You're not eating dinner or going out of your room because of a misunderstanding?"

Stiles sighs, deep-set. "It's a really crap misunderstanding."

His dad also sighs behind the door, "All right. Tell us if you need anything, okay?" He walks away, leaving Stiles to his thoughts.

He's staring at his ring, replaying the conversation in the car again and again, when he hears the faint rhythm of Theo's rapping on his window. He sighs.

"You don't have to let me in, or say anything, or even listen to me," Theo says to begin, sobered up and apologetic. The scent of remorse pouring out of Theo is evident even with the wall barricading them. Stiles hears rustling and the sound of Theo's back thudding against his windowpane. "I just- want you to know I'm sorry."

His heart has always been soft for Theo. He could never resist him when they were boys, and he doesn't know how to start doing it now. Stiles seeks him out, missing him when they're apart for an indefinite amount of time. It's not because he's an alpha or Stiles's best friend. He has two of those. But his affection for Theo is for a different reason.

Theo heaves a deep breath, "I acted terribly out of line."

Stiles throws his blanket aside and gets to his feet. Theo momentarily falters, startled by the sound of Stiles's movement. Stiles imagines him straining his ear, trying to determine whether Stiles is moving closer or away. As Stiles takes his steps toward the window, Theo's heartbeat steadily grows louder and faster, matching Stiles's own. They'd always been perfectly synchronized, now that Stiles thinks about it.

He stops, right by where Theo's sitting. Stiles waits until Theo speaks again.

"I was jealous," Theo admits, voice tinged with embarrassment. "It's not an excuse, but it's the truth. I knew you were friendly with Isaac, and that's fine. But I started catching his scent on you even when he's not around. It drove me insane. The letter was the last straw."

"It wasn't for me," says Stiles quietly.

Theo sighs, swallowing. His head thuds softly against the pane. "I know that now. I was hasty to think of the worst. I just- I was scared."

Stiles takes one more step, putting him right against the window. He places a hand over the blinds and imagines touching Theo's back without the barrier between them. He looks at his ringed finger and says, "You don't have to be. Scared, I mean."

Theo holds his breath in reply.

Stiles rolls up the blinds, revealing Theo, who shifts to face him immediately. Their eyes meet; Theo hopeful and Stiles in wonder.

He lifts his window and leans over the sill. They stare at each other for a few more, Theo not moving further before Stiles finally asks the question he's been longing to ask. "Do you really want to be my Wolf Knight? Like, for real?"

Theo answers without missing a beat. "Since we were twelve."

Stiles is stunned. He gestures at their ringed fingers, "So- the rings-"

"Aren't Tara's," Theo finishes for him. "I've been saving to buy an actual ring since we were fifteen. It's by chance that your favorite book sells an actual pair of gold promise bands. I asked Tara to buy them in Los Angeles before she came home."

Stiles can't believe his ears right now. All this time?

Faintly, he asks. "The treehouse?"

Theo nods, "Is for you. It's an experimental project for when I give you the real thing."

It's taking everything in Stiles not to tear up right now. It's so… romantic, damn it. He wishes he could bottle up this moment to visit it, over and over again. He only ever felt this while reading The Fox Prince.

Stiles moves first, reaching out to curl a hand at the back of Theo's neck. Theo follows his beckoning, crouching low and drawing near until their foreheads are touching and their breaths mingling.

"You have me at day one," Stiles confesses. Theo cups his neck as well, tracing patterns against the moles of Stiles's skin, his own ring glinting in the night light. Stiles grins, "So, all right," Theo's face breaks into a blinding smile of his own. "I'll be your Fox Prince. For real."

Theo closes their distance, and they kiss, the first of many they will share. And it's gentle, no more than a pressing of the lips, but it's a vow. And, god, will they make good of it.

***

v. take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle

Stiles can't believe his luck.

After that first kiss on the window of Stiles's room, Theo officially asks Stiles's parents for their blessing to court him. Their dads shake each other's hands, joking for old time's sake.

"I always said they looked good together, Noah."

"And I always said I would love to have Theo as my son-in-law, Rick."

Their mothers are absolutely delighted with the news, smacking kisses all over their faces.

"My baby," Theo's mom coos, "Not a baby anymore."

Theo groans but doesn't pull away from her.

Claudia cups Stiles's face and whispers so no one else hears. "I'm glad it's Theo."

"Me too, mom." Stiles laughs. "God, me too."

The news quickly spread around the school. After all, the only two omegas in attendance are both exclusively courting almost at the same time. Isaac's letter worked. And though he almost shit himself while revealing his intentions to Mrs. Yukimura, she accepted. With no ounce of doubt that her only daughter is in good hands.

Jackson walks up to Stiles in the cafeteria. Theo moves to intercept him, but Stiles stops him with a hand to his chest. Jackson looks reluctant, but he forces himself to smirk.

"Congratulations, Stilinski," he says. "Although, I think you could do better than Raeken."

Theo growls in warning, and Scott sighs exasperatedly like they've had this conversation before. "Jackson,"

Jackson pays him no mind, slipping his gaze to Theo. He casually shrugs, "You couldn't have run fast enough, anyway. He was always going to catch you."

He backs away, nodding one last time at Stiles. "Have a good life, Stilinski." Then he walks back to his own table and kisses Lydia in the mouth. Their eyes briefly meet over Jackson's shoulder, and she, too, smirks before giving her full attention and brightest smile to Jackson.

It's the closest thing to an apology Stiles could get from Jackson. It's good enough.

Senior year passes by in a blur. Lacrosse finals find BHHS winning against Devenford Prep for the first time in many years. Stiles says goodbye to the track team and grimaces his way through Coach Finstock's speech about how the losers left on the team better start watching werefox documentaries to learn how to match up to the speed of one. Prom comes and goes. A whirlwind of college acceptance letters, and then graduation.

Stiles and Theo work through a long-distance relationship. With Theo attending UCLA - where Tara is taking her graduate studies - to study architecture and Stiles attending a pre-FBI program in Quantico while gearing up for criminology. It's both a surprise and not. Stiles has always admired the work of his father, appreciates law enforcement. And though he never particularly voiced his desire to follow the same steps, his parents support his decision. And so does Theo.

They communicate a lot, but it unavoidably almost fractures their relationship the first year apart. The end of the second year finds them agreeing to take a break from the courting without fully being uncommitted. Stiles struggles the first half of the third year, missing Theo so much and worrying about him finding someone else in his absence. When they come home for Christmas break during the fourth year, Theo drives Stiles up to the Preserve creek.

They sit on the tailgate of Theo's old truck, flushed against each other, their pinky fingers twining in between them. Stiles can feel Theo's Wolf Knight band against his finger and smiles to himself. After they broke up, they never talked about returning or removing the rings. It was to stay true to the plan to pick up their relationship when time allows them a better chance.

Theo hops off the truck, Stiles tracking his movements like he always does. Theo rolls his pant hems up and steps into the flowing water, picking a handful of pebbles and throwing them one by one back a little further.

"You'll be staying in Virginia after graduation, right?" Theo asks suddenly.

Stiles's mouth opens in surprise, hesitates, closes again. Then he clears his throat, "Yeah," he replies tentatively. "How did you know?"

"Your dad told me," Theo admits without breaking his pace.

Stiles sighs. He says weakly, "I was going to tell you."

No answer.

"It's only for a couple of years," he adds abruptly. "Scott's dad, he's an agent, put in a recommendation, and his seniors are recruiting me into the Bureau after my final exams. And they'll be assigning me specifically to the Omega Special Task Force. I just- think I'll do a really great job specializing the omega cases." he finishes, voice getting quieter in the last few words.

Theo stops, turns to Stiles, smiling faintly. "I'm sure you'll be one of the best."

"Are you- " Stiles pauses, dreading the answer to his next question. It's only been companionable thus far, but this crucial discussion about their relationship is always going to come. "Are you upset? Do you want to... terminate our commitment? For real?"

Theo gets off the water, drops all the remaining pebbles with a splash save for one, and walks into Stiles's space without hesitation. He pushes the pebble into Stiles's palm - another heart-shaped one would you look at that - and takes Stiles's face in between his hands. Their gazes lock, and he says, "My love is not fragile, Stiles. It can wait."

Stiles's breath catches. They have never used the word love in their relationship before. But after all this time, he knows what they have is that. He closes his hand tightly around the pebble.

"I love you, too," Stiles whispers.

Theo smiles wide, "Just think of this like that time the Fox Prince and his Wolf Knight had to part to work on making themselves ready, their warring clans consumed by old vendetta ready, for when they fall back together."

They drive back home more faithful of their bond that by the time Christmas and New Year are over, Theo drives Stiles to the airport without the anxiety of separation but the anticipation of seeing each other again.

Two years fly by quickly. They see each other twice in that period: once when Theo and Stiles's parents visit him together. And the other when Theo visits him alone.

They talk through Skype and Facetime and the old school phone call, sometimes with their other friends, too. About what they've been up to, their work, their plans. Theo's been busy; overseeing a project for the past year now, but he says it's almost through. He tells Stiles that he can show it when he comes home for Christmas - two years from the first Christmas when they said their first 'I love you'.

Theo picks him up at the airport, and Stiles launches straight into his arms. He nuzzles Theo's neck, practically inhaling the scent he's yearned for so much, mumbling how much he misses him and pulls him into a passionate kiss right there in the crowded arrival area.

Stiles's parents host the Christmas dinner with the assistance of Theo's parents. Tara comes home, a beta boyfriend named Jordan in tow, who's, coincidentally, Sheriff Stilinski's newest deputy. Melissa comes over with Scott and Allison. Isaac and Kira, too, who's four months pregnant with their first child. When it's time for the presents, Theo leans into Stiles and whispers in his ear that his gift is outside.

Everyone shuffles to the backyard, and Stiles gasps when he sees it: a bed of the first edition copies of The Fox Prince - all 365 of them - lying on the grass in the shape of a heart, surrounded by candles and a smattering of rose petals. Theo moves forward, handing one to Stiles, open to a specific page. Stiles can suddenly hear his heart thundering in his ears because he thinks he knows what he will see when he looks down.

"Spend the rest of your life with me, my Fox Prince."

"My afterlife is yours as well, my Wolf Knight."

Stiles's mother starts to weep behind him, his dad consoling her. Kira is crying, too, full-on sobbing in Isaac's chest. Pregnancy hormones, she will say later. Scott looks like he's close to losing it, too. After all, they're his best friends. And this is a long time coming.

Theo takes Stiles's hand in his, caressing the ring on his finger, the one he slipped into Stiles many years ago.

"Spend the rest of your life with me, my Fox Prince," he says.

Stiles's throat closes up, his eyes welling up in tears. "My afterlife is yours as well," he replies in kind, voice hitching. "My Wolf Knight."

***

vi. take me home where we met so many years before

"Almost there," Theo says, guiding a blindfolded Stiles to the backyard of his childhood home.

Stiles chuckles, holding onto Theo's hand. "Where are you taking me?"

Theo snorts, "Yeah, it's not like you don't have these directions memorized by now."

"Right, okay," concedes Stiles. "So we're going to the treehouse," Stiles laughs, stumbling a little and Theo catching him immediately. "But why?"

"I told you, my wedding gift to you is in there."

"I'm really starting to feel insufficient," Stiles mutters in a half-assed complaint. "First, you give me a real-life 18 karat omega gold ring from my favorite manga's limited collectible items - when you were seventeen. Then you buy me the entire first edition collection of said manga, which, by the way, I'm still not convinced that you got on e-Bay." Stiles practically hears Theo's eyes rolling. "And now, you have this mysterious wedding gift that took you a while, and probably a lot of money, to acquire. But then there's me. Aside from my lifelong devotion and virginity, I gave you nothing on par with what you've given to me."

They stop, Theo taking off his blindfold. Stiles blinks, mouth falling open at the sight of pictures and hanging lights adorning the outside of the treehouse, like a waterfall of stars and memories.

Stiles climbs the same rickety ladder, almost brains himself from the same protruding nail by the door, they have to crouch low to fit inside, the wood planks are old and creaky, and the window is slightly smaller than Stiles's head now. The space is clear save for Stiles's old mini bookshelf full of werewolf and werefox tales, the blue paint is faded, but the branches are still mindfully trimmed for the stars to be visible through the same skylight of their childhood. Stiles thinks it's even more amazing now with the years of memories it holds.

In the center, where the pictures and hanging lights cascade more densely, is a velvet box.

Stiles laughs from inexplicable joy. "I'm already married to you. Why are you still gifting me more rings?"

Theo nudges him forward, "Open it."

Stiles kneels, takes the box, and opens it.

"A key?" He turns to Theo, curious. "A key to what?"

Theo smiles his little lopsided one that always makes Stiles's heart tumble. "To the palace that the Wolf Knight built for his Fox Prince."

Stiles stops short, eyes widening. The project that Theo's been working on for close to two years now, that he's very secretive about. It makes sense now. Stiles almost investigated but reckons Theo will tell him in time. And finally, the key to that pet project is in Stiles's hands.

"Someone told me before that omegas create the den," Theo adds, kneeling in after Stiles. He wipes the wayward tear that escapes Stiles's eye. "And you're wrong, you know. You give me everything I need. I can't wait for you to turn our house into a home."

Stiles sniffles, shaking his head. "I don't deserve you."

"You deserve the world," corrects Theo.

And, oh, Stiles can't believe his luck.

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pastelpasteru · 3 years

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Hello! It's me again hehe. May I request for a one-shot story of the timeskip!Miya twins x reader (separate) where the twins and the reader met each other again 1-2 years after the reader left the boys (after ONS). This is a bit suggestive but you don't have to be explicit O///O. Oh! Also, the twins developed feelings for the reader and were kind of furious at the latter for leaving them after what happened. O///O

I am flushed now so I have to go >///<. I hope you have a great day. Thanks in advance ^___^

➧ Thanks for the request! Here you go. ╰(*´︶`*)╯ @queenelleee

➧ Sorry for the long wait! I was busy these days, school's almost starting, again. (;ŏ﹏ŏ)

➧ Deep apologies if this sucks, I didn't really know what to write here.. ヘ（。□°）ヘ

➧ This isn't really angsty, nor suggestive. I kinda made it into a mainly fluff theme. (｢`･ω･)｢

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Meeting the Miya Twins (Separate) again after having a ONS with them before.

˚₊· Slight Angst - Fluff - Suggestive • Timeskip!Miya Twins (Separate) × GN!Reader • Oneshot//Scenario

˚₊· Warnings — Slightly suggestive content, BTW! Mistakes are present, much appreciated if you ignore them! (*´ω｀*)

˚₊· Requests? Sure, I accept those! Feel free to drop 'em! Though I am not sure that I'll do it.. ┐(´ー｀)┌

—Miya A.

[🌸//💎] —· Unexpected. T'was all you had in mind when you saw the great Miya Atsumu once again inside a café you're currently having lunch at.

He's with his teammates, also having lunch when he caught sight of you, immediately moving to your table to strike a conversation.

“Y/n.” He calls to you as he settled down to his seat, a grin plastered on his face, looking excited to talk with you.

“Oh, hey Atsumu.” You simply muttered, taking a sip from your drink, watching Atsumu chuckle.

“It's been a while since we met.” You continued, watching Atsumu scrunch his face, taking a deep sigh.

“Yeah, 's been a while...” He nodded, letting silence take over for a minute before breaking it.

“...Where've ya been since that day? Ya left me outta nowhere.” Says Atsumu in a dry tone, voice rising as he emphasized the last part.

Realizing what he's talking about, you had a small blush creep up your face as you recalled the way he kissed you, his hot touch, and the way he thrusted inside you—. Ahem.

“Huh? I went home, of course. Y'know, just how I'm supposed to do after that one night stand of ours..” Saying this to Atsumu flatly, the setter frowned.

“One night stand? Y/n, I—are ya really that oblivious to not notice everythin'?” Clenching his jaw shut after finishing his sentence, Atsumu's eyes glinted in dismay.

“What do you mea.....Oh.” Letting out an 'oh,' you went back through your memories and recalled everything.

From how Atsumu always ask you out—not knowing that it's a date, to how you failed to notice how passionate he was on that ONS.

“..Sorry,” Looking down in embarrassment, you bit your lower lip and apologized.

“Y/n, do ya know how hurt I was when I woke on that day without ya on my side?” He asked, receiving no answer from you. And from his tone, he really is hurt.

“I thought that you'd be stayin' with me—with ya by my side forever ever since that day..” Continuing to let his feelings out to you who fell into a hole filled with guilt, Atsumu sighed.

“I really like you, ya know? Even today, that feelings of mine still didn't disappear.” Confessed Atsumu, making your eyes widen.

“Wow.. Atsumu—I-I didn't know that I made a big impact on your life...” Muttering your words, you took a glance to Atsumu and flashed a weak smile to him.

“But... I'm glad that you like me, up until now. 'Cause I too, have feelings for you.” Whispering this, the blonde immediately looked at you with glossy eyes, shocked.

“Y-Ya do!? N..No kidding...?” Stammers the setter, a smile taking over his face when he saw you slowly nod your head. “Yes Atsumu..”

“Oh crap—can I.. C-Can I be yers, then..?” Says Atsumu, wearing his signature smirk to cover up his fuzzy, nervous mind.

“Mhm? ..Of course, Tsumu. I'm yours, too.” Answering his question with a smile, a happy laughter then escaped Atsumu's mouth.

“Damn—I love ya, so so much, I fuckin' do..!” He announced, taking your hand and pressing his lips on your palm, giving you a gentle kiss. “I love you too, Tsumu.”

—Miya O.

[🌸//💎] —· Saturday, a nice day to go out and hang out—or more like be dragged by your friend for lunch. To where? Onigiri Miya.

The shop that Miya Osamu owns, the man who you had a ONS with last year, a good friend.

“C'mon, Y/n! It's no big deal, you said it was just a one night stand..!” Your friend groaned, pulling you by force to cross the road, to Onigiri Miya that stands quietly on the other side.

“...Its's not a big deal, so let's go! We're just gonna eat anyways.” They noted, making a scene in the middle of the road with you who struggled to pull away.

“Oh go—...FINE! But after we eat, we're going home.” Finally agreeing with a loud exhale, you let yourself be dragged inside the said shop by your friend. “Alright!”

“...Welcome to Onigiri Miya, what can I get for ya—..?” Greeted someone who's named Miya Osamu, voice suddenly cutting off when his eyes laid on you.

“Ooh! [quantity] [onigiri flavor] for us, please.” They answered for you, hand still on your wrist as you hid behind them, avoiding Osamu's gaze.

“A-Ah.. Sure, comin' right up....” Coughed Osamu, making the dish as he stole another glance to you as you sat down with your friend.

“Ugh.. [Friend name], this is so awkward right now, I wanna leave!” You whisper-shouted to your friend, not knowing that your words didn't escape Osamu's ears.

“Leave? Yer gonna leave me, Again? Just like before, Y/n?” Osamu whispered in a rough voice, his eyes looking down in sadness as you fell in silence with your nosy friend.

“..Osamu...” Swallowing your words back, you bit on your lower lips as you looked down, guilty.

“..Uhh—ahem, I-I'll just use the bathroom for a moment... I'll leave you two alone first.” Said [friend name], excusing themselves as you mouthed an oppose to them.

“..Sorry...” You muttered, apologizing to the younger Miya who paused for a moment, eyes travelling to yours.

“For what..? Leaving me that day?” He asked, receiving a small nod from you.

“..Yeah, sorry.” Apologizing again, Osamu shrugged and asked another question.

“But... Why'd ya leave though? Were ya unsatisfied?” Asked the male, the corner of his lips curving into a smirk when he saw you break a fuse.

“O-Osamu..! I-It's not that—I just....” Thinking of the right words, you went on to explain the reason to Osamu.

“I didn't want to bother you, so I left.. I'll be a nuisance to you if I stayed anyways....” Scratching your neck in awkwardness, you muttered your words to Osamu who seemed to frown.

“Look, Y/n.. Yer never a nuisance to me,” He stated before taking a small pause. Smiling warmly to you, a rare thing he does.

“...‘Nd that's because I fuckin' like—no, love ya, dummy.” Flicking your forehead, Osamu confessed his feelings out before handling you the tray with the onigiris. “W—Wha—..!?”

“Sshh.. Let's go out later after I close the shop. I hope ya don't mind waitin' for some hours..” Shushing you, Osamu hummed as you stared at him, flushed. Robotically nodding your head as an answer. “S-Sure..”

“..I love you too, Osamu...” Dreamily sighing, you let a few words spill out your mouth before facing away from Osamu who had a smile plastered on his face.

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marvelbbyx · 4 years

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Can I Be Him? (Carol Danvers x Fem! Reader) Part two!

Summary: You and Carol have been the best of friends for years and years, to you it’s simply platonic. Whereas for Carol, she tortures herself constantly pining after you. The situation only gets worse when you get engaged to your boyfriend of three years and Carol has to leave for a mission (that could more or less take her six years to get back from).

The day before Carol has to leave, she admits her feelings for you, giving you two choices: to leave him and go with her or stay with him and get married.

Who will you choose and what will be your outcome?

Author’s Note: Second part to Can I be Him? You guys seemed to really like it as much as I did, so thank you all! And enjoy!!

Warnings! ANGST

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“Hey, Kevin,” Carol greeted bitterly.

“Carol? Oh, I didn’t know you were here,” Kevin comes into sight, a puzzled expression on his face when he sees both of you with tearful eyes.

“I was just leaving,” She replies dryly, moving towards the door and pausing near Kevin. “Congrats on your engagement, I’m sure you’re both very happy.” She stole a passing at you before walking out the door.

“Hold on,” You say to Kevin as you followed Carol out the door, closing it securely once you were in the hallway. Carol had made it down two flights before you shouted her name. “Carol! Carol, wait!” She stops mid-step and looks up at you as you descend the two flights. “Don’t walk away from me, not like this...”

“What’d you expect me to do, stay? Stay and watch you move on with your life?” Carol bit harshly. “I’m sorry, but that’s not happening.”

“I don’t want—“

“You don’t want what? Me to leave?” She prodded. “Well, you know what I wanted? I wanted to be the one you’d tell stories about—to be the reason why your eyes would light up—I wanted to be the person everyone would hate hearing about, because you’d talk about me so much. I wanted it to be me.”

You were silent for a few minutes before you finally opened your mouth to say, “...it is you.”

Carol had a wild urge to throw her arms around your waist and kiss the sorrow from every square inch of your face, but she couldn’t.

On second thought...

Screw it.

She moved in close, moving her hands to your cheeks, cradling your face gently. And you let it happen, anticipating the thing that would now seal your bond forever, you closed your eyes as did she and awaited the warmth from each other’s lips. You nuzzle into each other, the tips of your noses bumping against each other as you both went in close. Behind you, though vaguely, you heard a door open followed by approaching footsteps, before your lips were able to touch you gasped and pulled away, turning to run, but she reached out and grabbed your hand.

“Don’t go...please, don’t go.” She whispered.

“I’m sorry...” You cried, tears filling your eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

With that, you pull yourself out of her grip and run up the stars. You stopped by your apartment door, now too sick to go inside and face Kevin. Your heart sank when you heard her footsteps stride away from her spot, it sank deeper once you finally regained the courage to go back inside. As you opened the door, you heard Kevin on the phone, he sounded excited about something judging by the lilt in his tone. You stood by the doorway fiddling with your ring until you heard him hang up the phone.

“Oh, Y/N! Good, you’re back! I’ve made us reservations at the restaurant on 5th—“ He comes into your vision, taking notice of your eyes and the way that your lip quivered. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to talk...”

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I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me.

Like it was a private show, but I know you never saw me.

When the lights come on and I'm on my own

Will you be there to sing it again?

Could I be the one you talk about in all your stories?

Can I be the one?

Oh, can I, can I be him?

Won't you sing it again?

Oh, when you sing it again,

Can I be him?

Oh, sing it again, yeah,

Oh, when you sing it again,

Can I be him?

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3:30 a.m.

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You ran as far as your legs could carry you, feeling sorry for any disturbances that you could’ve—did cause. Your talk with Kevin ended on a note that you didn’t expect for a long shot. You told him the truth and gave him the ring back, you’d thought that he’d be offended, proposing to you the day before and the day after receiving the ring back. But Kevin—sweet Kevin—took it with class.

“In a way—I’m sorry too. I made things worse for you and Carol,” He said to you. “I was so determined to be that person for you...even though it was her the whole time.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“I’m mad at myself. You two belonged together and I ripped you apart, you still belong together.”

“Kevin—“

“No, Y/N, go to her. And tell her I’m sorry.”

Now you were at the Avengers compound running like someone lit a fire under your ass, you had to find Carol, who most likely was asleep in her room. Resting up for the mission. You ascended the stairs with a quickness, the elevators took too long and you weren’t about to wait another second to be apart from Carol. Exhaustion be damned.

You made it to her floor, your legs warm and tense from the workout of the stairs. You knocked on her door with haste, no answer. You knocked again, still no answer. Now you assumed that she was ignoring you, which you felt you deserved after today.

You spoke up, now, “Carol? It’s me...Y/N, I know that you probably don’t wanna talk to me. If I were you I wouldn’t wanna talk to me either. But it’s over now—me and him—I wanted you to know that. I just had to let you know...even if—“ You twisted the doorknob to find that it was unlocked, making your way into the room.

Carol was always a neat person, drilled into her from the Air Force. Her bed was made, the small kitchenette spotless, and the floor looked like it had just been vacuumed. Disbelief spread across your face. No, she couldn’t have left. Not yet.

You walked around the room, scanning for any evidence that Carol was still here. You opened the closet searching for clothes, boots, ripped jeans, her super suit, anything of hers. But the only thing that was there...was an old Aerosmith t-shirt of yours hanging by itself.

Your mouth dropped open, and sadness crossed your features. You take the t-shirt holding it close to you. “No...”

You heard someone knock on the door quietly, you poked your head out to see Sam and Bucky standing there at the door. They’re tired, it showed in their eyes, they probably came over to tell you to shut up and stop making so much noise. But judging by the regrettable glance they shot you, it was nothing like that.

“Hey,” You breathe out, giving a half-smile.

“What are you doing here?” Sam inquired. “It’s three am, you okay?”

“We heard a noise,” Bucky says, his voice deep from his slumber.

“Where’s Carol?” You ask, clutching the t-shirt tighter.

They sigh in unison, looking to you with pity. Bucky was the first to speak up,

“She left, doll.” He says quietly.

“As soon as she got here...” Sam added.

You shake your head. “No...no—no, she said tomorrow morning—so she should still be here. Right? Carol wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. She wouldn’t.” You were telling yourself more that you were telling them, and the more you said it, the more heart broken you became. “Please...tell me that you’re joking and she’s still here.”

They were quiet. Watching the two of them, it was all you could do, you could hardly contain your own tears, falling to your knees and sobbing hysterically...the realization that this was partly your fault, filled you with immeasurable guilt.

Knowing that now, you wouldn’t be able to see her until next time...whenever that was.

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I swear that every word you sang, you wrote 'em for me.

Like it was a private show, but I know you never saw me.

When the lights come on and I'm on my own,

Will you be there, will you be there?

Can I be the one you talk about in all your stories,

Can I be him?

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amazingmaeve · 4 years

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My, My, My, My, Lover - Scott McCall

Teen Wolf Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Summary: Y/N and Scott go through their life from high school to marriage and explore the ups and downs of a relationship.

Request: can i please request lover by taylor swift and scott mccall? i have fallen in love with tyler posey and lover is one of my favorite songs. as for an idea, maybe just all the cute moments of scott and the reader, from their first meeting, to the first kiss, a random moment of her scraping her knee or something, up until the wedding. i just need some scott fluff. 😭💕 thank you so much. you don’t have to write this if you don’t want to! 🥺

Requested by: @blkwd

Pairing: Scott McCall x Female!Reader

Warnings: Nothing just fluff

AN: Based on the Song Lover by Taylor swift. I love this and I love Scott and Taylor Swift.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January This is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Y/N met Scott when she was in the 11th grade through his mom who she worked with a student volunteer. She knew who Scott was since he was the captain of the lacrosse team but she never actually met him.

She was invited over to dinner when Melissa asked her to join her and Scott for dinner. She agreed because she didn’t want to be mean and rude to her.

When they first met they obviously had some chemistry.

Scott asked her out a week later with a smile on his face. And of course Y/N agreed because she liked the boy as well.

When she found out about him being a werewolf is when he showed her after a few months of dating. He was worried that she was going to be scared of him and run off.

But Y/N didn’t do that she hugged Scott and whispered in his ear and told him “Thanks for telling me and trusting me.”

Even though Y/N was kind of freaked out the first time she saw him turn to a werewolf she wasn’t scared of because she knew he could never hurt her.

Scott hugged her back thankful that he didn’t scare her off.

She became friends with his friends and was close with Lydia after they first met.

Whenever Y/N and Scott talked it felt like they knew each other for years. She loved everything about him and he loved everything about her.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover

After high school they stayed close through long distance since Scott wanted to be a vet and Y/N wanted to be a doctor. Even though long distance is hard they face timed and called everyday.

They visited each other in Beacon Hills for holidays.

When one day they came to Beacon Hills for Christmas. Scott was nervous since he was going to ask Y/N to marry him.

He asked for Lydia’s help to pick out a ring and Lydia gladly excepted to help. She was happy for her best friends.

They were in their 4 year of school and have been dating for a long time.

Y/N had a surprise for him as well. She was going to move where he was and take online school for the rest of her college years. She missed being next to Scott and didn’t want to be away from him even more.

After eating Christmas dinner her and Scott went out for a walk.

As she was about to tell Scott he got on one knee and got a jewelry box out.

“Scott what’s going on,” Y/N gasped.

“Y/N you and have been dating for 6 years and I know you are the love of my life. After Allison I thought I wouldn’t find anyone else but then you came along. Will You marry me,” Scott asked with a smile on his face while Y/N gaped at him with her mouth wide open.

“Yes,” She accepted with a wide grin on her face while pulling him up to hug him and kiss him on the lips.

Scott put the ring on her finger after they were finished with their kissing with a smile on his face.

“I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”

We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Now Living together Scott and Y/N live together are happy with their lives. Even happier than before.

After Scott asked her to marry him, she told him about wanting to move with him. At first he said no because of her education but she explained she could do on line school.

Scott was a bit hesitant but agreed none the less.

When ever their friends come to visit they would always have a place on the couch for them. When ever their friends were in town there was always a place for them at their place.

They only owned a one bedroom apartment and it was small.

Even though Scott was still a werewolf he could control it with the full moon because of Y/N.

Whenever Y/N saw Scott talking to a girl she gets a bit jealous because whenever she sees someone looking at him she thinks that they want him. She keeps that to herself because she trust Scott.

Same thing with Scott he would get jealous of any guy talking to her as well.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my lover

Arguments.

They were very rare for Y/N and Scott but when they do they always end of saying something that they don’t mean.

Scott would always sleep on the couch and Y/N would always be alone in the bed.

This one argument was over Y/N wanting to get married sooner than later. Scott said not at the moment because they were in college still.

Y/N asked why and asked if he didn’t want to get married. And in return Scott told her why he wouldn’t be in love with and to stop being so selfish. In return Y/N called him a dick and ran to her bedroom locking the door.

Scott could open the door but decided against knowing that she need some time to her self. And he felt guilty.

He didn’t mean to snap at her but school was getting him frustrated.

In the morning Scott made breakfast for her.

“No,” Y/N blandly said before turning to the room but Scott stopped her.

“Please just sit and we can talk,” Scott pleaded with her giving her his puppy dog eyes. Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes before sitting down.

“So what do you have to say,” Y/N asked while shoving some bacon in her mouth.

“I wanted to say sorry about how mean I was, I was frustrated with school and took it out on you and I shouldn’t have,” Scott apologized to her.

“I just wanted to get married sooner,“ Y/N whispered looking down at the scrambled eggs.

“I know and I decided I want that too,” Scott admitted putting some eggs in his mouth.

Y/N head snapped up with a shocked look on her face.

“Really you sure you ok with that,” Y/N asked feeling really giddy. She didn’t want to force him into this thought.

“Yes I’m sure,” Scott chuckled.

Y/N clapped her hand getting up to sit on his lap bringing her lips to kiss his lips feeling happy.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Finally they got married. Y/N was so excited to marry him that day. She had the perfect dress and hair.

Y/N was so happy to be with him. She could be herself around him and he didn’t judge her for that.

With the hard ships they found each other.

Y/N had her hair broken by many boys and Scott had Allison die in his arms and he knew she would want him to be happy. He loved her and she loved him

Scott kissed her softly and everyone stood up and clapped happy for the too. Y/N had Lydia as her bridesmaid and Stiles was Scott’s best man which was convenient for the both of them.

“I’m so happy you’re now my wife.”

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Oh, you're my, my, my, my Darling, you're my, my, my, my lover

Now a year later Y/N laid in bed with Scott by her side. He was sleeping and she admired him as he slept.

His arm was wrapped around the huge baby bump.

She found out she was pregnant around six months ago. She was happy and worried. She didn’t know if Scott wanted to be a dad and if he didn’t would he leave her.

When she told him he was over the moon for Y/N and himself. He hugged her and kissed her happiness surrounded him.

“What’s wrong Y/N/N,” Scott yawned as he woke up and noticed she was awake as well.

“Nothing I’m just happy to be with you.”

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jitter-bug · 4 years

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Just Like Me

Taglist: @artemisfowl11

Nines x Reader (Detroit: Become Human)

A/n: Did I hear costumes with a plot twist? And 10x scary???👀 so that the request wouldn't be too short ???🔫👀 I certainly fuckin' did. This one is too long. Sorry for rush. I love you :') plz enjoy(plz) I have so many request. And I am getting around to all of them. So don't worry for anyone that's waiting for your request, they will get done I promise! (Plz don't hurt me--)❤ enjoy- p.s I also had a hard time choosing the costume. I wanted something race neutral because as a person of color myself. There's not many couple costumes out there, that...you know. So 😌 uh. I had to run off a limb here for all my POC readers. (Gang gang 😩) (give me feedback if you any more of this, I know some people messaged me about continuing Fear. I don't do series. But I'll do em' we lit over here😩😪💅) p.s.s I edited it to gender neutral, so sorry for any errors-- (donthurtme)

"What do you mean, no?" The defeated tone of the detective echoed through the bullpen. Arms crossed as they stared at Hank. He was sitting at his desk. A hand placed on the desk as he stared at the terminal. In a way so he wouldn't have to stare at the perplexed expression of Y/n.

"Kid. I'm too damn old to be dressing up in costumes." Was his reply.

Y/n had woken up that very morning. An idea engraved in their brain like their body threatened them to remember it and not let the wonderful idea go.

The DPD was throwing a Halloween party. Which was really a celebration for Chris, he was finally promoted to being an official Detective, and for his celebration. There would be a themed party. Considering the fact that Halloween was creeping in around the corner. Y/n soon thought that they wanted to wear a costume, with someone that is. They thought sharing laughs or even going to the party dressed as characters would be fun and yet entertaining. Their first thought was Hank. But, he undoubtedly shot the idea down. And declined. Hank saw the unamused expression on their face when he tore his gaze from the terminal. Their fist was planted on his desk. As their hand was on their hip. Their eyebrows furrowed. Giving him a look that he was used to seeing when they helped him speak with suspects in the interrogation room. Though, their expression was not as hard and more so serious.

Connor, who was sitting at his desk. Across from Hank. Stared between the two. His LED teetering back and forth from yellow to stark red.

"Go ask Gavin." Hank brought up the name that seemed alien to him as he scoffed slightly at his name. Y/n quickly lost their expression before shaking her head. They couldn't say Y/n and Gavin were enemies. But they haven't interacted with each other to a point where Y/n would see themself asking him to join them on their dress up crusade.

"No." They replied. Hank has been staring at the ceiling. Arms crossed. Once hearing Y/n once again. He landed his gaze back onto them. His index finger tapping his arm.

"Go ask your partner."

Nines stared at Y/n. The two staring right through each other, but Y/n could feel themself crumble under his steel gaze. His eyebrows furrowed slightly. In an attempt to see through Y/n.

Nines originally was Gavin Reed's partner. Until Chris was recently promoted to a Detective and made to be Gavin's partner. Which pulled Y/n from Hank and Connor, into being Nine's newest partner.

Before then. They hadn't really interacted with him. Occasional greetings and ludicrous jokes between Y/n and Gavin. In which the rk900 ignored, he never cared to learn much about Y/n- or anyone at the station at that. He was reserved, observant, stern and very stoic. He...lacked certain things other deviant androids had.

Emotions.

People around the prescient knew about him. But never spoke to him, reasons being his lack of expressing himself gave people the assumption that Nines was genuinely just a rude android. Which...Y/n could see why. He didn't tolerate childish behavior, at all. Rarely participated in any outings the station threw, such as celebrations if someone was promoted. Birthday parties. Or just a genuine outing to celebrate and catch up with one another. Nines was always at the station, he - In a way deemed to separate himself from others. His eyebrows were always furrowed. In a way to resemble a scowl of some sort...which he always did.

Of course, Y/n could somewhat tolerate him, once they were paired together, Nines was non-stop pestering Y/n with things they needed to get done, things that weren't done right. He always pointed out the imperfections and mistakes rather than the good. Y/n couldn't say they were exactly friends with the rk900. He made it hard for it to be anything other than being partners. But, today was the day, Y/n decided it would be best to try and find a way through his cold exterior.

Nines didn't say anything. Y/n held her hands behind her back. The slightest smile trying to make its way onto their face. "So...I was thinking."

They started. They didn't feel nervous. But rather awkward from the sudden request. Nines didn't say anything. Instead keep his arms behind his back as Y/n slowly sat down on the desk. Planting their hands on their knees. "I was thinking, maybe me and you should go to Chris's celebration together tomorrow night, you know. As partners? Amigos? Buddies?" Y/n reached up. Placing a half-heartedly punch on Nine's shoulder.

"And. You know. Dress up? Costumes? I'd think you'd enjoy it. You know, you've been really working your heart out for these past few weeks Nines, and I think maybe you would like a break. You know, wind down." They explained. In their head. The explanation was fool-proof. Nines had been working a lot. In fact. The whole station was. With the new cases of Red Ice popping up around Detroit. Everyone had constantly been on their toes.

"I'm incapable of getting tired, Detective." Nines replied. He turned to fully face Y/n. His arms that were once behind his back, now by his side.

Y/n felt themself run into a dead end.

"I know that Nine's I'm not stupid." She muttered. Instead of replying. He only stared at her. Blinking once, that was so it took. Y/n could tell what he was thinking. They sneered.

"That's not funny, I'm serious."

"My apologies. I was unaware I was making a joke--"

"Anyway!" Snapping their fingers to get back on track. Y/n sighed. Rubbing their temple before looking back at Nine's form.

"If. You go to the party with me, and agree to wear a costume with me. I promise I'll stop fooling around on the field." They tried to compromise watching as Nine's was already turning away from her to walk over to his desk.

"I'll even stop making those lame ass jokes for an entire week. I can't say for..forever, But I mean a week has to be at least decent." They spoke up. Raising their voice so he could listen.

"A month." Nines said. His back turned from them. But Y/n could see him grabbing stacks of papers and placing them in their designated manilla folders. Y/n stared at his back. Eyebrows furrowed as they tried to piece together what he meant, the rk900 seemed to be aware of how perplexed she was.

"You'll focus on the assigned case you have, without constantly getting distracted, for a month. If you can agree to that. Then you've found yourself someone to go to the party with."

He explained. Y/n jumped slightly, the excitement shot through them like electricity, sparking them to life. This was new! Certainly new!

"Wait, are you serious? Oh my god!" They squealed. Kicking their feet so hard Y/n was afraid their shoe would fly off, flying across the room. As funny as the scenario might sound, Y/n was too distracted with the offer to worry about anything else.

"1 month?" They asks.

"1 month." He repeats.

"I mean...what about 2 weeks?" They bargained. A month, where they couldn't bullshit around at work. It felt like a sin to Y/n.

"1 month."

"But...Nines that's too long." They tried to whine. But Nines turned around. Holding the folders in his hands.

"1 month." He repeats.

"2 weeks?"

"1 month."

"....3 weeks?"

"1 month."

"No! Come on. 2 weeks. Take it or leave it!" Y/n shoots their hands in the air. Drastically expressing their distress. But Nines didn't seem to show an ounce of sorrow or care for the matter.

"Do I hear 2 months?"

"Okay, no! 1 month!"

With what Y/n assumed would be the end of the discussion to Nines. He nods.

"Okay then. Now. What is it that you have planned?"

"Okay. So. I think maybe we should do something scary. 2 years ago. Me and Hank dressed up as clowns, and scared the hell out of Gavin. It was hilarious." Y/n absently spoke. They searched through their phone for ideas that may spark interest in them. Deciding on creating something new and from scratch.

Nines was busy placing items in Y/n's bag so the two could leave the station and do whatever it was Y/n had in store.

Nines zipped up the bookbag before turning away from the desk to face. Only to find them already examining his form.

The yellow soon took the place of the blue on his LED. His eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" He asks. Y/n hummed.

"I was thinking of what would suit you." They replied. As they spoke Nines handed Y/n their bookbag, which they thanked him before slipping it on over their shoulders.

"We can head to my house and see ideas from there." Y/n started. Adjusting the straps onto their shoulders as they took several steps forward towards the exit. They didn't have much time from now till tomorrow night, the gears in Y/n's head were turning. What should they do? What should they dress as for their costumes? And most importantly. Make sure Nines had a good night out for his first ever outing.

Y/n placed the phone back in theirpocket. Before reaching over to unlock the door. They felt Nines walk behind them, swatting and flicking their hand away from the latch to open the door.

"I'm driving. You get to the passenger side and think about what your plan will be." Nines spoke. Y/n flinched their hand away from the latch.

"Ow, okay, okay--" they made their way around the car to the passenger side. Y/n was positive the only real reason he wanted Y/n to sit out on driving was because last time they were behind the wheel, a favorite song of theirs that they vaguely remembered from some time ago came on the radio station when they were patrolling the downtown area of Detroit.

All Y/n could say was how Nines was extremely pissed with their screeching out lyrics that he wasn't paying attention to. More of Y/n's abrupt screaming. Which is why he didn't want them touching the wheel while he was in the car with them.

Slipping inside the car. Y/n closed the door. Hearing from their opposite side that Nines was in the car as well.

"Keys." He spoke up. Y/n automatically reached in their dress pants pockets in search of the keys. Once feeling the cool metal against their digits. They handed them to Nines. Where as he started the car.

Y/n slide off their bookbag. And turned to toss it in the back of the car. Where a paper bag was seen lazily balled up on the floor. Seeing the Red Ice cases increased exponentially, there were many stakeouts that Y/n and Nines were assigned to. Sitting out in the car for long periods of time did spike up an appetite in Y/n's stomach every once in a while. Of course, Nines scolded them for not eating before arriving on the scene, but that didn't stop them from getting food.

Once situated and Nines driving down the street. Y/n slipped their phone back out.

"So. How do you feel being a butcher?" They asks. Nines stared at the road. Silent for a moment as he contemplated what Y/n said.

"A butcher..? Odd, how would that in any way be a good costume?" He asks. Y/n placed their phone their lap.

"Bloody butcher. You know. Kill people? Chop chop? Blood. Chains and all that jazz." They replied. Flipping through the many photos of cheap costumes that would wear out in later than a few months if they were to purchase one.

"I can't make a firm decision on what to wear. You do that." He spoke up. Y/n hummed in acknowledgment. As much as they wanted Nines to choose for himself. He often had a hard time doing so. Of course he did things his own way, but only for a purpose of doing his job. Completing his mission.

"Well then. Butcher it is," they replied.

Once making it into the warm house that groped around Y/n with its comforting warmth. Y/n dropped their bookbag on the ground by the couch. Plopping down onto the cushion. And letting out a long needed sigh. They heard Nines close and lock the front door.

The tension in Y/n's muscles slowly eased its way into relaxation. This wasn't the first time Nines had seen Y/n's place. Only resorting to be at their doorstep to wake them up at ungodly hours for emergency crime scenes that so happened to pop up out of nowhere. Or to drive them home when they are tired to do it half the time themself.

The TV was still on playing from earlier in the morning when Y/n left. On the same channel and same soft spoken volume.

"Alright. Come on. Sit." They finally mustered up the energy to speak. Nines - who was standing next to the couch, took a seat next to Y/n as they opened their phone once more.

"So. I was thinking on the way here. A bloody butcher. Both you and I. I think that would be fun." They proclaimed it was some extremely good news. But to Nines, it was more of good news to Y/n, but he didn't say anything. His pale optics pierced Y/n's face. His eyebrows raised slightly. Y/n gave him a smile, one of reassurance. "Oh come on, don't worry. You'll love it. I saw you have a knack for violent things." They chuckled. Moving over to their coffee table to pick up the laptop that was sitting on it. Nines LED flickered a stark red.

"I'm assuming you would think I'm a violent person because of how I handle things on the field?" It didn't sound like much of a question.

"Well duh. You do tend to man-handle the hell out of the suspects." Y/n replied. Nines didn't say anything else. Instead, watch as Y/n typed into the computer. After a while. They sat back on the couch and glanced at Nines.

"This should work out. Not to mention be a good sight for my budget." They said. Y/n turned the laptop around and showed a photo of the costume, which was just general ideas of what items they planned on looking for.

Nines stared at the screen. His LED circling around. Once. Twice. Before turning yellow.

"Are you purchasing these from a store?" He asks. Y/n nods. Nines nods as well.

"Yeah. Tomorrow after work we both are going to go gather the materials to put together the costume. Oh, this should be fun! Believe it or not. Gavin is such a scary cat. I'm pretty sure you'll be able to scare the hell out of him!" They gave a laugh before setting the laptop on the table.

"But, really Nines. Thanks for agreeing to do this with me. I promise. That when this is all over. I'll not goof around for 1 entire month." They said. Y/n lifted their hand, poking out their pinkie finger. Nines stared at their hand before looking at them.He lifted his hand before pushing Y/n's hand away with his back hand.

"I'll take your word on it, Detective." He says.

"Oh come on. Don't be like that. Smile for once. My gosh." Y/n lets out a chuckle. Lifting one hand to pull at his cheek. Her thumb tugging at the corner of his right lip in an attempt to tug it upwards. Nines - once again, swatted their hand away from his face. A scowl interrupting his blank expression.

"Stop."

"Whatever, tomorrow. It'll be great, you'll have fun, I promise."

Nines watched as Y/n stated at the rack of clothes. Having trouble deciding what Nines would best fit his costume. They decided to purchase his first. The two left the station an hour ago, to get ready for the party that was only 4 hours away. And time was ticking rather quickly with Y/n staring at the rack of clothes as if they had a hard time finding what to wear.

Nines felt his hand lift up. Rubbing at his temple. His elbow resting on his other arm which was across his torso.

"Y/n..."

Y/n let out a hum, signalling they heard what he said but kept their gaze on the rack.

"I think this would go by much quicker, if I were to pick out the clothes, and when you get home. You can put them together." He spoke. Y/n turned to face Nines. He saw them cross their arms.

"Are you calling me slow?" They asks. But, he could tell Y/n wasn't offended by their ack of anger that he so happened to be acquainted with.

"More, indecisive." He corrected. He saw their eyebrows furrow. But they quickly rose up as they understood what he meant.

"I'm not having a hard time picking...just--look, this is supposed to be a me and you thing. Partner to partner, friend to friend. You know. So we can spend more time together instead of always yelling at each other like at work."

It was true. Nines and Y/n rarely got a long at work, Nines being a reason for the constant start of an argument between him and Y/n. That being either working on a case. At the station. Or even at a stake out. He always seemed to feed the flame just to spark Y/n's anger into nothing more than a hungry flame ready to lash out at anyone. But that was because Nines wanted things done the way he wanted them done. And Y/n rarely gave him what he wanted...and that was being serious on the job. But the explanation did make sense. More time spent outside to get to know more about each other...or rather spend more time with each other, could lower their rate or going after each other's throats.

"So, you know. Come on. Let's Both pick our stuff out together." A hint of hope was evident in Y/n's voice. Nines nods, taking several steps forward, to analyse the rack.

"I think you can do something with this."

"Ow! Stop! Stop!" Y/n hissed in pain, feeling Nines peel off the face mask from their face. They tried lifting their hand up to push his hand away. But he was one step ahead. Smacking their hand away for the upteempth time that week. The two finished picking out the clothing and items for their costume, only had 2 hours left to get dressed and ready, a lady that was an entrepreneur and had a clothing line. Gracefully gave Y/n and Nines a discount on what they needed for their costumes. Finding the generous offer kind, Y/n paid more than needed for the clothes, and spent almost half an hour speaking to the woman. Which knocked off much more time than needed. And Nines didn't want any delays in getting dressed - so almost immediately once the two reached Y/n's house. He started laying out stuff so the two could get ready.

The first step being to peel off the face mask for Y/n so once they put the make up on their face for the costume it wouldn't be mixed with any bacteria and dirt. Which also was a pain in Y/n's ass to feel the mask pulling at their skin. And how Nines didn't seem to care much, instead. Resulting in him snatching off the mask piece by piece.

"You asshole! You're doing that on purpose!" Y/n barked. They reached up to punch Nines in his chest. But was interrupted by him snagging at the mask on their face once again. Placing the pieces in a trash can he took from the kitchen.

"It shouldn't hurt that bad, stop whining. Or else this will take much longer than needed." He finally spoke up. Y/n sneered slightly as they felt him tilt their head so he could get the rest of the god-forbidden mask that seemed to be glued to their skin.

After finally getting the pieces peeled off and placed in the trash. Nines stood up to take the trash back to its original spot in the kitchen. Y/n rubbed at their face. The skin feeling somewhat smoother, her pores finally able to get air comfortably.

"Okay. Happy? The horrible dreadful part, as you quoted, is out of the way." Nines said. As he spoke Y/n mumbled a 'fucking finally' - and stood up.

"Okay, we have plenty of time, Oh my god, this is going to be fun. Okay!" Almost immediately, Nines saw the excited expression overtake their expression again. Watching as they grabbed one of the bags and tossed it over to Nines.

"Get dressed. I'll come back in here when I'm done."

Y/n was surprised with how their costume came out. The idea in their mind wasn't as exciting as they once was thinking. But seeing the white knee length apron. Black dress shirt, the tattered jeans that were tucked into the dark rain boots showed that the costume was supposed to resemble some sort of butcher. A few things are missing here and there. But was still proud of how it came out.

Deciding on going back in the living room to get the last back on the coffee table they remembered leaving on the table. Which contained the makeup and fake blood for the costumes...which of course was supposed to be added last.

Walking down the hall and into the living room. Which was empty, in which Y/n didn't seem to take surprise. Thinking Nines went off somewhere in the house(such as the bathroom) , go get dressed. They didn't bother calling out for him. Instead, picking up the bag on the table to look through it. Seeing the many items in the bag, having a hard time choosing what to use first, they stared at the back in contemplation. Unaware of the sauntering figure that was creeping up behind them.

Deciding on finding it to be best, wait for Nines to come back and help with choosing what happens next. They places the bag on the table once again. They turned around to go and look for Nines. Only to quickly pause in their movement upon seeing the figure behind them Y/n jumped slightly. Their calves hit the coffee table.

It was Nines, dressed in the costume, the black apron tied to his waist tightly, instead of a dress shirt that Y/n sported, Nines had on a black turtleneck, which really fit with the costume. Y/n could see the chains wrapped around his wrist, the sound of the metal clanking against each other.

They saw the pig mask, the one Y/n picked out because Y/n found it oddly suiting Nines. The boar's head seemed pretty realistic, the blemishes and red markings on the facial area wavered Y/n's sense of security. They could barely see his eyes through the mask...where the eyes are of course.

"Jeez. You scared me there for a second." Y/n mumbled.

But, Nines didn't say anything. The feeling of his form towering over Y/n, made them realize how some suspects the two brought in everyday had to face his wrath in an interrogation...or just a simple ass kicking. From what Y/n remembers. Nines never lost in a single fight.

"Is this your way in trying to scare me? If so. It's not working." They let out a chuckle, which was half-heartedly. Nines - instead of replying. Let out a grunt. Which Y/n could deem animalistic. Y/n flinched. Shooting him a glare in a way to get him to knock off whatever he was pulling.

"The hell? Did you growl at me?" They spat. Instead of - once again. Not replying. Nines turned around to walk off down the hall where the bathroom was located.

"Where are you going?" They asks. There was no reply. Only the sound of the chains clanking against each other and the squeaking of the rainboots answered them question.

"..." Y/n felt their eyebrow twitch. Almost a second letter. Nines came back out the hall. Looking the same, except holding the boars mask in his hand, which he didn't seem to have any interest in wearing.

"Dude, what the hell?"

Nines looked at Y/n. His LED flickering to yellow almost instantly. He raised an eyebrow; "is there a problem?" He asks. Y/n scrunched their nose up and nodded.

"Uh, yeah. You were just out here - not even a minute ago. You just walked off. Not to mention, growled at me." They answered. Y/n saw the LED on Nines temple slowly circled to the stark red, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I was in the bathroom all this time." He said. Y/n only gave him a blank expression. Which only remsebled an expression that they didn't believe what he said.

"I was--"

"Anyway. Come on. Let's put this last bit of stuff on so we can leave."

"You're getting blood everywhere." Nines informed. Watching as Y/n drove down the ride they tried sitting themselves in the seat comfortably so the fake blood on the apron wouldn't smear on the car seat. It would be a pain to get it out.

"I know that, Nines. Shut up, pighead. Besides, it's not even real." They muttered. Nines lifted the corner of his lip in a way to sneer.

"Hilarious. I almost forgot to laugh at that one."

"You forget to laugh everyday." They quickly shot back. Nines only rubbed his temple with a sigh. "You truly are a mess." He sighs. Y/n laughed, keeping their eyes on the road.

"You're damn right, a hot mess. Trust me. Tonight will be fun! Don't worry, really!" Nines didn't reply. Instead watched the road and the many buildings that passed by. His gray optics flickered over to Y/n. Spending an entire day with his partner did have its ups and downs. But it wasn't as life-threatening as he thought it would be.

"So. Are you enjoying yourself so far? You know. Being costume twins and all. I think it's fun." Y/n asked. Nines tapped his index finger in his knee.

"Rather childish. But if it can get you to stop quiping me about dressing up with you. I guess this won't be too bad." He responds. Hearing Y/n tap the wheel with their fingers.

"Thanks for doing this with me, really. Maybe tonight you and I can go and get something to eat."

"I don't eat."

"....I mean. You could at least act like you do. Like jeez, what the hell." They muttered. Once again, complaining. Mumbling about. "Just stuff the food in your mouth and spit it out. Make it seem like you can or something--"

"Alright--okay. I'll take you out to dinner tonight. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Nines finally spoke up. Interrupting her from her charades of complaining. Almost quickly, a smile replaced their frown.

"Yes, sir. That's exactly what I want to hear. You. Nines. My partner. Taking me to get dinner." They quipped. Nines glanced at them. Shaking his head slowly.

"Holy shit!" Gavin stared at the two. Watching as Nines was busy behind Y/n speaking to Hank from behind the boar's mask. A smile graced Hank's lips. His hands on his hips. He didn't dress as anything like the majority of the people did. Instead...well...showing up in his casual clothes.

"Wow. Next year. Me and you and dressing up together." Gavin nudged Y/n's shoulder. Causing them to chuckle.

"I mean. I was going around the office asking people. And they either were dressing up as something already, or were dressing up as something already. Same thing. I know." They grinned, already knowing what Gavin was about to say.

"You didn't ask me you little shit!"

"Oops?"

Gavin rolled his eyes. Swatting his hands in a way to shoo the conversation away. "Nines look terrifying as hell." He looked over at their partner who was still speaking with Hank. Y/n nods.

"I'm not surprised. You're scared of everything." She said. Gavin shot her a look.

"Hey, plastic-prick. Over here!" Gavin snaps his fingers. Y/n saw Nines look away from Hank. And over to Gavin. Hank looked over as well. Nines walked over to the two. Once in earshot he turned his head away from Y/n to look at Gavin.

"Yes?" He asks. Gavin flicked the boar's snout.

"Sup."

"I don't know what I expected wasting my time walking over here." Nines muttered. Gavin laughs. Almost immediately, Nines jumped towards Gavin. Which also startled Y/n. The two shrieked at the sudden action from Nines. Hearing Hank laugh in the background was what pulled Gavin from his pose. Which he moved to grip Y/n's shoulder. In a pose like he was hiding behind them.

"You Jackass!" Gavin shouts. Hank howled with laughter. Walking over to give Nines a pat on the back.

"Good one!"

Y/n felt their heartbeat in their chest like drums. They couldn't find an exact reason why they got jumpy. Letting out a sigh as they placed a hand on their chest. Hearing Gavin bicker in the background along the lines of "I'll fucking end you!"

Meanwhile, Y/n stared across the street. Which had a good view of an alleyway. Seeing two figures facing each other. Once being noticeably shorter than the other. The short figure...which the two really resemble the silhouette from the lack of light in the area (considering the sun had set) the short figure seemed to be pointing its finger at the taller figure's chest. From the body movements the person seemed to be angry. As on the other hand the taller figure - standing still and stiff as a plank just stood there.

Y/n watched for a few more moments. Whatever commotion they were hearing on their side of the street was muffled to them.

Soon, the short figure head turned towards the direction Y/n was in - across the street. Which the taller figure took notice of. The two stared at them. The tall figure seemed to tap its leg. Causing the short figure the scurry off somewhere in the shadows of the alleyway.

Raising a hand. The tall figure that was left in the alleyway waved. Y/n furrowed their eyebrows.

Who the hell was that?

"Y/n! Come on, get your ass in here before you freeze!" Y/n heard Hank shout from the door. Y/n quickly snapped from their clouded reality. Looking at Hank who was holding the door open. Shoot a gaze back at the alley, only to see nothing.

"And I said. Give me my shit. Or I'll put a foot up your ass." Gavin said. The booth that was placed in the back of the room, either chuckled, laughed or said commented on his story. Which was Chris.

"Honestly. I wouldn't be too surprised if she got a restraining order on your crazy ass." Chris chuckled. Gavin only shot him a large grin. Chris's wife smiled at the two. Shaking their head. The majority of the party dressed up. Either it being werewolves, vampires, zombies. It was something...despite the fact that one of the officers came with a macaroni box.

The booth sat, Connor, Hank, Nines, Y/n, Gavin, Chris and his wife. Drinks were passed, and also laughs. (Will except from Nines of course)

The night was smooth. And not to mention fun.

Y/n, still kept tethering back and forth from the odd altercation at home with Nines. And from what they saw in the alleyway.

Nines sat next to them. Listening to Gavin speak. On and on.

"So. Are you two still together or not?" Chris asked. Gavin's and his significant other had...somewhat of a toxic relationship. Constant fighting, either it be verbal or...from what Gavin didn't want to admit. But it was obvious. Physical. From both parties. But, Y/n never really intervened. It wasn't their business. So they didn't care much about it. Though the stories were funny.

Digging into their pockets in search of their phone. They didn't feel it. Taking note they must have left it outside in the car.

"I'll be right back. I have to go get my phone."

Sitting in the driver's seat. Y/n checked to see if the device was at a proper percentage. She closed the car door and sighed. Scrolling through it sees nothing new. They turned around to face the building to return. They stopped and looked up. Seeing a figure by the light pole in front of them The figure had the same costume as Y/n. The apron. The boots. Pants. Looking up they saw...the same face. It was Y/n!

The dark circles under the eyes were much noticeable. The blue surgical mask covered the lower half of the person's face. But Y/n wasn't stupid. They saw themself many times in the mirror to tell who it was. And every strand of hair on the person's head. Could tell that certainly was Y/n.

The e/c eyes stared at Y/n's form. Boring into their face. A feeling they similarly got only from Nines. But the gaze coming from..them, made Y/n freeze.

Staring at the person. It was like an exact replica, a doppelganger.

Y/n could hear the sounds coming from the person. A muffled purr of some sort, scuffling shoes. It couldn't seem to stand still.

"...who are you--" Y/n was cut off by the doppelganger launching itself towards them - gripping the side of their face. It's nails digging into their skin. Y/n let out a surprised scream. Hearing the strained grumbles and grows coming from the thing on top of them.

Y/n felt themself land on the ground. The concrete knocking the wind from their body. Y/n was more surprised than scared. Of course they had many hand to hand combat on the field. But this didn't feel right at all.

Acting quick and raising an arm to shove off the doppelganger. Switching sides as they were now on top of the person, straddling it by the hips, Y/n felt it shift and swing an arm. Y/n quickly backed off of the person in an attempt to not get hit. It had a knife. Making it clear that it was meaning to harm Y/n. Y/n quickly backpedaled and stood up. The sound of their huffing and puffing. And both of their shoes scuffling on the pavement. The person stood up. Shaking itself as if to remove the dirt that collected on its shirt from the pavement.

"Y/n. What's ta-"

"Okay, so Nines! There's some weird shit going on!" Y/n jogged over to the door that Nines held open. He was now staring at Y/n's doppelganger who quickly had stood up staring at the two. Once it made eye contact with Nines. It seemed to stop in its former actions and stare, before scurrying away down the sidewalk.

"Who was that? What's going on?" He asks. Y/n shoved Nines into the building as he spoke.

"I don't know! But we have to do something!" She shouts. The LED on Nines temple was flickering from red to yellow. Y/n was already making their way towards the booth.

"Hank. You would not believe this. But I just got attacked by my own self. We need to find out what's going on." Y/n interrupted whatever conversation he was having with the group at the table. Connor was the first to look over.

"Yourself?"

"Yes! Now come on. This is serious." Hank could tell whether or not Y/n was joking or not. Which...truly wasn't that hard to tell if they were. He stood up from the booth, luckily he was seated on the outside.

"What's going on?"

Nines soon made his way over to the table.

"I was attacked by someone who looked exactly like me. Which, that can explain what happened earlier today. But! I have a crazy ass doppelganger!"

"Oh Christ." Hank muttered. Crossing his arms and looking at Y/n and then at Nines. And back at Y/n.

Gavin soon stood up.

"Oh, I have to see this." He spoke up. Hank ignored the man and looked back at Y/n. "Where did you last see this person."

"When I was outside. It attacked me--"

"The hell? Did you go after them?"

"No. They ran away before I can even do anything." Hank nods. Snapping his finger and pointing towards the exit.

"To the car. Let's go. Connor. Come on." Connor stoop up and stood next to Hank.

"Looks like we got some searching to do."

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