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[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

annie, on a monday

in one of her final meetings with her mentor, dr. lawrence, he looked at annie and asked her if he could be candid.

annie was nonplussed. "what would ever indicate to you that you can't be candid with me?"

"i guess what i mean is, can i say something a little risque?"

annie laughed. "you're not going to ask me out are you, doctor?"

"no, i just wanted to tell you that by virtue of you being who you are -- i mean, a younger woman, and how you look -- patients are going to want to talk to you about sex a lot."

"how i look?"

"i mean that you are an attractive young woman."

annie immediately felt defensive. not because of the compliment, but because she understood that dr. lawrence was insinuating something about her.

"you don't think i can handle hearing about sex? i'm an adult. i have sex."

"what i want to caution you about -- and i can tell you're getting defensive but don't. just hear this. you don't want to ever seen shocked."

"why would i seem shocked?"

"you know rebecca?" dr. lawrence said, referring to one of annie's fellow graduates.

"yeah," annie said.

"i recently jerked off on her chest in this office while she masturbated."

"oh," annie said.

"see?" he said. "you look appalled."

"well, it's kind of a professional violation--in this office?"

"after she finished her program rebecca admitted to sexual feelings for me, which we agreed were best not to act on."

"other than jerking off?"

"that was the compromise."

"and you fucking... came on her." annie was trying to speak about in a matter of fact way. she understood she was bright red.

"people do things like that," he said. "people do it a lot. and when they tell you, it's best not to blush."

"okay," annie said. "god. ok, i see your point, much as i detest the way you went about making it."

"my honest professional advice is that you should try to act out a little more, sexually. you should get a little more experience under your belt, no pun intended."

"i have experience."

"how many sexual partners have you had?"

annie scoffed. "three."

"and you are 26 years old."

"25!" annie said. "i'll be 26 in two months."

"well, you're below average. and these were all long-term monogamous relationships, correct?"

"yes. so what?"

"and all with men?"

"yeah, i'm straight," annie said.

"you can still experiment," he said.

"thanks for you permission," annie snapped.

"i suppose i am saying you should experiment," he said. "you're a student of the mind, and of the world. you owe it to yourself professionally to see more of it."

when annie furiously (and somewhat drunkenly) recounted this conversation to her best friend julia later that evening, she searched for a matching outrage in her face and was immediately horrified to not find it.

"when did you and john break up, like three months ago?"

"yes, thanks for the reminder," annie said.

"and be real with me--how many times have you even masturbated since then?"

"i don't know. it has been a busy time," annie said. "finishing school and everything? maybe three times."

"i masturbated three times yesterday," julia said.

"no wonder you're always late," annie joked.

they were at a bar, but an hour later or so, on their way into annie's apartment, julia kissed her.

"whoa," annie said.

"relax," julia said. "we should fuck."

"what?" annie said.

"you know, we should follow the good doctor's advice! loosen you up a little. i've been thinking about it and i think our friendship could withstand this. we've already seen each other naked."

"at the gym," annie said. "kind of a different context."

"doesn't have to be," julia said. "think of it as a little more exercise."

julia was unbuttoning her blouse. annie's breath picked up involuntarly. "you really mean it?"

"sure," julia said. "i've eaten pussy before. why not yours?"

"i really didn't expect this," annie said, watching julia pull her jeans down. she had on very casual gray and white cotton panties, much like the ones annie was pretty sure she had on. she was no longer sure. julia took one of annie's shaky hands and put it on her full, bare breast.

"live a little," julia urged, kissing her again.

it did feel good to kiss. annie leaned into it, forgetting herself for a moment -- a sensation she suddenly craved again. she pulled away from julia's kiss but moved to her neck. julia moaned appreciatively. annie ran her thumb across julia's nipple and felt it become erect. she giggled.

"do you want to keep going?" julia asked breathlessly.

"yes," annie sighed.

they got into her bed, undressing entirely on either side of it, looking at each other's bodies. annie admired the geometric precision of julia's bush -- it was shaped and trimmed. annie's was a mess -- when she'd been with john she'd been shaving completely, but had stopped altogether a few weeks before their breakup. julia clicked her tongue appreciatively at it, though, and moments later, on the bed, julia's face was between her legs.

"oh my god!" annie gasped. it was already better oral sex than she'd ever received. julia laughed. "settle in, babe," she said.

six minutes later, annie was cumming so hard she felt like she briefly lost consciousness. dazed, naked, and giggling as julia sat up and wiped her mouth, annie realized maybe there was something to what dr. lawrence was saying. impulsively, she grabbed her phone and took a picture of julia kneeling naked between her legs, her own bush glowing a little in the lamplight. she sent it to dr. lawrence. "look at me being sexual experimental!" she wrote. "good girl," he replied.

annie hated that his response made her a little dizzy. maybe it was still the orgasm.

she put julia on her back and did her best to reciprocate.

[polaroidcats]

You said "remus is too busy being in love with karl that he doesn't realize prongsfoot are in love with him" so what happens once he does realize prongsfoot are in love with him? Will they get all his attention or will karl always be his one true love? If so how do prongsfoot feel about it?

LLAMA!!!! finally getting around to answer this, I will preface it by saying I think the horny ghost of gay Karl Marx possessed me and I cannot be held accountable for what you're about to read! Also, after writing this I realized that I completely ignored the "in love with" part, so that'll have to wait for part 3, this part 2 of the antifa wolfstarbucks saga is more about bookshelves, horniness and practical examples of communism than it is about love, sorrynotsorry we will get to the love part eventually!

Okay so this is a direct continuation of the antifa wolfstarbucks post, here we go:

They're all dancing and Remus still feels a bit strange third wheeling a couple like that, Sirius and James are making out passionately and he would give them their privacy but he can't because one of his hands is locked with James's hand, and James's thumb is slowly rubbing circles on the knuckles of Remus's thumb. Meanwhile Sirius put one of his hands in the back pocket of Remus's jeans, which at first made Remus really excited because he thought it might finally be a clear sign that they are actually flirting with him, but then he remembers it's his left jeans pocket, where he keeps the communist manifesto, so Sirius probably just wants to feel a bit closer to Karl Marx while he's kissing his boyfriend, and Remus's ass cheek is simply collateral damage. Sirius keeps massaging his ass though, but Remus thinks he's probably doing that to soothe him so he's not too upset Sirius is taking advantage of Remus's communist manifesto instead of using his own...

That thought makes Remus look up at the bookshelves on the wall and his eyes automatically start searching for the communist manifesto. He can see 2 complete editions of Das Kapital in all their beauty, and there is a book wedged in between them but it looks a bit too big to be a copy of the communist manifesto. Remus disentangles himself from James and Sirius, who break their kiss to look at him but he doesn't even notice because now he's standing in front of the bookshelf, staring at a copy of Conjectures and Refutations by Karl Popper that sits in between the two editions of capital. Remus lets out a shocked gasp and takes the book from the shelf, looking for another space where it might fit in better, literally anywhere else will do but you can't just put Popper into a Marx sandwich, that should be illegal (even if the whole question of legality might be a bit complicated in this context, he thinks, chuckling to himself because he's so funny, making a joke about these silly anarchists who don't know how to properly organize a bookshelf. Did they organize it by author's first names or did they put Popper there on purpose? He can't even decide which option he finds more appalling). Remus settles on putting Popper next to Hayek, shuddering a little at the spectre of neoliberalism that haunts that section of the bookshelf. He quickly averts his gaze, not wanting to discover any other Mont Pèlerin society members and looks for something to soothe his mind when his eyes finally fall onto an edition of the Communist manifesto and other texts by Marx and Engels, right in between Hannah Arendt and Rosa Luxemburg and he starts to really question the sanity of whoever organized the bookshelf.

Suddenly he feels hands on his hips and Sirius is pressed against his back, resting his chin on Remus's shoulder and even through the book in his back pocket he can feel Sirius's arousal pressing against him... well, against him and Karl... Remus blushes hard at how much he enjoys that last thought and he's only a little bit embarrassed to admit that he is starting to get turned on by Sirius pressing against his back, knowing he still has the communist manifesto in his back pocket. He turns his face a bit to the left, where James is looking at the two of them with a fond expression.

"Are you okay with this Remus? If anything makes you uncomfortable please just say something and we will stop!" Remus looks at James, trying to decipher what he could have meant by that. Is Remus uncomfortable with their unorganized bookshelf? Well, yes, of course he is. But something (it might be Sirius's hands running all over his torso and occasionally brushing his nipples in a way that does not feel completely accidental, but Remus still isn't convinced Sirius is doing it on purpose) tells him this is about something else. Maybe James is asking permission to keep kissing Sirius in front of Remus, and if that is it Remus wants to scream YES! because even if he can never join them, he's so happy to be part of it in any small way they let him be. And if Sirius enjoys rubbing against his back and touching him, he might feel a little bit used knowing it's actually all for James (and maybe a little bit for Karl too) and not for him, but god, being used has never felt this good.

Remus looks James in the eyes and manages to sound almost normal when he says "I'm good, I'm just really happy to be here with you guys" with a trembling voice, while Sirius's hands keep exploring Remus's body in a way that makes Remus think about sharing his means of reproduction with the both them. James's face breaks into a big smile and by the sound of Sirius behind him, he's also very happy about it. As if on cue Sirius starts kissing Remus's neck and Remus thinks he might actually faint any second now because this is so much more than he could've ever hoped for, and it's also so surprising to him, since up until 5 minutes ago there had been no signs at all that these guys might actually be interested in him!! At some point he must've closed his eyes, just lost in the sensation of Sirius pressed against his back, hard, with his tongue and mouth and teeth exploring his neck, his back,...

Remus makes a very undignified sound when Sirius bites down on his shoulder and Sirius stops immediately and asks with a concerned voice "too much?" Remus doesn't know how to answer this without giving away how much more he wants from them so he just turns around and kisses Sirius to show him that nothing he has done so far has been too much, Remus is so greedy now, if he can only have them for a night, he wants nothing more than to turn "from each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs" into a sexy, practical mantra. He's sure Marx would approve, he was all about acting on ideology and not just talking shit about theory after all, and Remus is so, so ready to act on that particular philosophy and give them everything he can and take all they are willing to give to him in return.

James seems to sense this shift in Remus's mood and gently grabs them both by their waists and starts massaging their lower backs while they continue making out. As soon as they break their kiss (far too soon for Remus's liking) James swoops in and pecks Sirius on the nose, which makes both of them giggle and share a look that's so intimate and full of love and adoration, Remus can't help but smile because he loves seeing them like that. Then James turns to Remus and looks at him with a clear question in his eyes. Remus can only manage a tiny nod, he wants this, he wants it so badly and he's afraid if he talks now he will ruin this perfect moment and make them reconsider everything so he doesn't dare. He just looks at James and tilts his head a bit to the right and towards James, who happily takes the hint and closes the distance between them.

[esther-dot]

So I was reading a bunch of your anon asks about R/L (not spelling out names so this doesn't show up in searches lol) and I agree with that anon that said the fandom forgets that GRRM is not some woke author. Way too many metas are written on the premise that he wrote this series with the sensibilities of a 20-something millennial and not a 50 year old man who conceived most of these plot points in the 90s. The refusal for certain fans/theorists (not including you in this I find your analysis and critiques very good and thoughtful) to call out and critique Martin's deeply problematic elements frustrates me to no end. It's okay to say certain things did not age well and the R/L/E dynamic is chief among them. Giving R's wife a gratuitously sexually violent death and a gratuitously gruesome death to her baby and toddler did not age well. Then proceeding to shit on her by having her husband's family's loyalists state that she was sickly and not good enough for him did not age well. Then proceeding to spend five books with those same characters depicting R as the Westerosi Prom King/Football Quarterback/Prodigal Son with basically zero substantial or significant pushback did not age well. I keep on seeing people say, 'Well, no it's because it's all a part of George's Big Plan and Reveal and an example of the the POV trap so don't get preemptively mad at him.' The defense of him essentially being 'No, you guys don't get it...he's going to perfectly execute the story that only exists in mine and his head for 12 years and counting and then you will see how he always meant for R to be a POS and for R/L not to be some star crossed lovers romance.' Yeah, no. I'm not giving him credit for an unfinished story and the fact that some of his fans do this is baffling. We're at this point that even if Martin does reveal R was even a little morally grey, a subset of the fandom will continue defending him like their lives depend on it because they are so married to their headcanons because Martin has not provided any actual content in over a decade (the show whitewashing did not help either). I'm not even going to broach the subject of the white feminist pickmes in the fandom that do everything and anything to defend Lily White Lieanna from any accountability and pushback from her complicitness in what happened because that's a whole other can of worms. LOL. End of my rant I guess. lmao.

My aunt who is around the same age as Martin, wanted to watch Saturday Night Fever with me (I had never seen it). She remembered and loved the music, the dancing, the costumes, the pain of these characters who were trapped and looking for an escape. There were all these good things she wanted to share with me, but I was shocked by how casually they threw in a rape, and how cruel the protagonist was to the girl right after it happened. I could not understand how my liberal, well educated, very up with social norms, aunt wasn't as appalled as I was when she'd last seen it. But she had watched that movie when it came out, hadn't seen it since, so her reaction to it had been fixed in that moment. Like a time capsule.

That happened years ago, but anytime a discussion about R/L and what Martin would/wouldn't do comes up, I think about that, and I try to draw a line between my sensibilities and what he actually wrote because as you and my other anon point out, R/L was conceived in a certain moment, in a specific milieu, and it isn't the one we're currently in. So, while I certainly don't think Rhaegar is the guy that Targ fans believe him to be, I no longer believe Martin intends us to take the other extreme.

Rhaegar called the place where he took Lyanna "the tower of joy," and Martin would have to want us to think Rhaegar is a truly sadistic bastard if that's what he called the place he repeatedly, forcibly raped Lyanna. Considering what Martin has said about how he wants to write morally grey characters, how he has written Cersei, Tyrion, the Hound...I just don't buy that that's where he's going, not anymore.

More broadly, I’ve read a lot of literary analysis, I know how easy it is for people to write really, really interesting essays that I love, but in actually, have absolutely nothing to do with the book/poem etc that it’s discussing. It’s a beautiful thing that we each experience art uniquely, but it does mean we have to be careful when it comes to actually believing what we takeaway from something is the same as what they put in. There’s also a danger in thinking loving the art means we understand the artist’s mind. The same mind can produce something I love and something I hate. Experience that enough times and you realize, you can’t put parameters, a would/wouldn’t, on where they’ll take things.

And, even hardcore Martin fans acknowledge the racist issues with his writing, criticize how he sexualizes little girls...I don't think any of us need to defend him. We all know that these are issues with his writing, we may not agree that they will manifest in the worst way going forward, but it's possible. Unfortunately.

[random-letters-i-just-thought-of]

My Oneshot for day 3 of @kaneraweek​ "Everybody Talks". After all the angst I went with something more lighthearted today 😊. Also it's way shorter😂. 

It's also here on ao3: 

My works for Kanera Week 2023 (5876 words) by RandomLettersIJustThoughtOf ____________________________________ Day 3: Prompts: Broad: Everybody talks Specific: Rumors | Outside POV | Shutting People Up Hera hears an outrageos rumor and is determinded to find out where it came from.

"Kanan Jarrus!" Everybody in the Ghost kitchen spun around to Hera, who had just stormed in infuriated, and now stood in the door, puffing herself up and glaring at Kanan as if she had caught him doing something extremely forbitten. He was just pouring himself a cup of water, wtf? He froze, raised an eyebrow, and exchanged a quick look with Zeb and Sabine to see, if they understood what was going on. But they looked just as surprised and confused as him. He looked back at Hera and raised a questioning eyebrow, but couldn't completely hide the trace of amusement by her barely contained rage in his voice, when he jokingly replied: "Love?" "Do not 'Love' me!", Hera demanded, striving towards him, accusingly pointing at him. "Care to explain, why I just got, not one, not two, but THREE people congratulating me on EXPECTING A CHILD?" Kanan choked on his water. "You are pregnant?!?" For a moment, they just stared at each other immensely confused, and Hera could watch every range of emotion cross Kanan's face in the span of a moment. Confusion, shock, excitement, fear, guilt, hope, happiness, and then confusion again. "I… what, NO!" Hera blushed such a dark green that it almost reached the tone of Kanan's shirt. Sabine and Zeb exchanged a slightly amused 'Oh, interesting'-look and chuckled silently. "Oh", was the only thing Kanan could think to say. He would have sounded nearly disappointed if it hadn't been overshadowed by ten layers of confusion. "I… I just wanted to know why everybody assumed that." Hera was still blushing like crazy. "I don't know, what made you think this was my fault?" "I don't know, whose else would it be?" "Well, not mine!? I don't…" "Hey guys!" Ezra crashed into the kitchen. "What's going on? Why did a very scared Wedge and a very concerned Rex just warn me, they think Hera is about to commit homicide after they saw her storm through the base? I think you scared them." Sabine laughed, picturing various rebels scrambling to get out of the way of a very infuriated Hera, practically trembling with rage, marching towards the ghost. Zeb took it upon himself to answer Ezra's question, chuckling as well: "Well, it seems like there is a rumor going around, that our dear Hera is pregnant." Ezra frowned in confusion. "Why… oh." A sudden realization dawned on his face. "Ezra Bridger," Hera growled, "What did you do?" "Nothing! I just…", he glanced at Sabine for support, but she remained silent, a grin on her face and pure mischief sparkling in her eyes. "I was fighting with Sabine earlier, and I think I said something like 'I'm getting a new sister', so maybe somebody heard that and…" The rest of his sentence got lost in Zeb's and Sabine's roaring laughter. Hera groaned and rolled her eyes, but even she couldn't hide her smile. Kanan was still confused and overwhelmed by the events of these last two minutes, but soon, he joined the laughter as well. He searched for Hera's eyes, but she kept them fixed to the ground. She did not know what to do with the realization that he was not appalled—maybe even excited—by the thought of her bearing his child. Damn, someday they would really need to talk about this.

[the-firebird69]

seth rogen - Google Search

He's trying to get us to not do stuff to each other I guess if you search Seth rogen interview you'll find it I'm with this Indian guy who's really Trump and it was a nice interview and they're talking about me a little but we were talking about Trump I said my shirt is going to make them vomit later I looked at it then it was vomited but really were off the beaten path. I don't know how I can get off the beaten pass it's kind of like this we can't find those people anywhere and he says that the max are uncorking the Midwest and it's not really what they're doing and the diamonds are going to go down let's just sit there and I said I'm amazed I am shocked I'm appalled I'm in awe and I am also going to throw up. He's trying to tell us something the whole time without telling us the secret I get it now we are regretfully very evil people

Seth rogen

Apparently he's bit my face off before you screwed my plan up when I was Presidents and it wasn't you and I see what you're saying we're not paying attention at all and really we're not really doing that all this s*** is for nothing and sometimes stupid in fight compared to what the truth is

Trump

Olympus

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Master - Chapter 3b

*Warning: Adult Content*  

I roll around on my bed before settling on my back, staring up at the ceiling I release a sigh.

I'd already checked on Kalem six times, yet I couldn't help myself from wanting to go check again. 

I searched my head desperately to remember what I did all day before Kalem came. 

But no number of memes could distract me from the young male cleaning the castle happily.

I didn't quite understand why I was so fascinated with Kalem or why I couldn't leave him alone but it didn't matter at this point. 

He was literally the only thing I thought about since the first moment I laid eyes on him.

"Master."

I sit up quickly to find Kalem standing at the door. 

His hands folded behind his back as he offered me a weak smile.

 My mood immediately brightened with his presence as he walked further into the room. 

I stand to my feet, walking to meet him halfway.

"I finished my cleaning," he says beaming up at me. "From the kitchen all the way here."

"That's great Kalem," I commend making his smile widen. 

He stares up at me expectantly making me wonder if I was supposed to give him a treat or something. 

Due to the lack of a better idea, I ran my hand through his hair, patting him slightly. 

"Good boy."

That set the kid off.

He almost tore his mouth open with the smile he gave me. 

Before I could register what was happening he was hugging me.

 I kind of just froze there while he squeezed me happily.

"Thank you, Master," he mumbles into my chest. 

I didn't reply as I held my arms up, still shocked as to what the fuck was going on. 

It wasn't the action that shocked me so much as the feelings it steered up deep within. 

I'd never been hugged before and it was odd.

"S-Sorry," he mumbles pulling away after a moment. 

I don't comment not knowing yet what to say.

"Uhh," I start before clearing my throat. "Time for lunch."

"Lunch? I already ate Master."

"What did we say about meals Kalem?" I retort looking down at him.

"Three times a day," he mumbles to himself. "Sorry Master."

"Don't look so sad," I say lifting his chin only to find a face of clear despair. "Soon enough you'll be eating so much that I'll have to stop you."

"I highly doubt that Master," he whispers looking me straight in my eyes.

"Come on," I say lifting him. 

This cheers him up instantly as he loops his arms around my neck. 

"Hold on," I warn before speeding to the kitchen. 

Once I stop I look down at Kalem to find him panting slightly as his eyes danced around the new surroundings.

"W-Wow," he comments as I set him down.

"I should be saying that," I mumble to myself as my eyes searched the pristinely cleaned kitchen that looked nothing like the place I visited yesterday. 

You could see the color in each compartment, the kitchen suddenly possessing a life of its own. 

"Kalem this is amazing," I say turning to the proudly smiling boy.

"Thank you, Master," he basically squeals as he struggles to stay still from excitement.

"Seriously, it's never been this clean before. You did a great job," I praise him making him practically combust, clearly enjoyed being complimented for his actions. 

I make a mental note to do more of that.

"We'll give you another half bowl okay?" I say pulling out a small box of cornmeal. 

He frowns at this but nods in understanding.

"So what do you want to do for the rest of the day?"

“Clean...”

“Besides cleaning," I finish quickly making him bite his lip angrily. "There must be something you want to do. Something that you've always dreamed of perhaps?"

"I can't think of anything Master," he replies as I put the cornmeal in a small pot adding a bit of salt to make it even a tad bit more delectable.

This gruel shit was fucking appalling but if it meant that it didn't leave Kalem sobbing with pain like the pizza did, then I'd let him eat it for as long as he needed to. 

But not a single second longer.

"Well, why don't you think about that and tell me when you come up with something," I say kindly. 

He smiles at this as he watches me before suddenly standing up and running over in alarm.

"I am so sorry for making you cook Master. Let me, please," he begs, trying to get at the pot but I easily hold him back. "Master you shouldn’t..."

"Kalem, go sit down and relax. You just finished cleaning. Rest before your little body gives out," I say giving him a gentle push towards the kitchen stool. 

He watches me uncomfortably for a moment before slouching his shoulders and returning to his place. 

"Kalem, tell me why you think you should cook your own meals."

"A master shouldn't have to do anything with their slave present. The slave must attend to all their master's needs as well as their own. A master should never do something so demeaning as cooking their own meals," he says clearly as if reading a paragraph off of a pamphlet.

I contemplate his words for a moment. 

Understanding the meaning behind them as I stir the disgusting mush before looking up to him.

"Kalem, what does demeaning mean?" I question innocently. 

He frowns at this as he opens and shuts his mouth several times.

"I-I don't know Master," he admits shamefully after some time.

"It basically means something that causes someone to lose their respect for someone or something. Something that takes away one's dignity," I explain slowly. 

He nods after a moment.

"So Kalem, do you think me cooking for you will take away my honor, my dignity?"

"No," he answers without hesitation.

"Do you think Malcolm wouldn't respect me anymore if he saw me cooking for you?" I ask but he just frowns with confusion making me realize he didn't have a clue who Malcolm was. "The man who is with your friend," I provide, making his features flood with recognition.

“No.”

"Then there's nothing demeaning about cooking a meal for you is there?" I question as I pour the substance into a small bowl.

"No Master," he replies as I set the bowl in front of him. 

I send him a small smile before pushing the bowl a bit closer to him.

"Enjoy."

He stares at me momentarily before he begins to eat, using his hands once again. 

No matter how much I wanted to change that instantly, I knew that increasing his meals was already a big move. 

I'd have to do this slowly and make sure to take my time with what he could handle.

Once he's finished, I wash his bowl before returning to his side after retrieving two strawberries from the fridge. 

I hold them up to him making his eyes narrow slightly.

"To eat?" he questions making me nod. "But I've already eaten so much Master."

"The last thing," I promise, begging slightly. "It's sweet and I think you can handle it."

He looks at me unsure, so I take a bite of one. 

Making sure to exaggerate how much I enjoyed it before handing him the second. 

He examines it curiously before taking a bite as I did.

His face shrivels up in surprise as he chews it slowly.

"See it wasn't so bad now was it?" I question as he licks his fingers.

"No. Thank you, Master. I enjoyed it," he replies with a guilty smile.

"Have you decided what you'd like to do?" I question standing over him as he dangled his legs from the tall stool.

"No Master," he replies sadly.

"Well, there's so much to do. We can watch a show or movie, go out for a walk or take a drive. You can read a book from the library," I saying listing a few things off the top of my head.

"I can't read much Master," he whispers, seemingly ashamed of the fact. "But I like stories."

"That's perfectly fine Kalem, I'll teach you," I say making his mood lighten faintly.

I pick him up and head to the library, setting him down before the two large steel doors which rose all the way to the ceiling. 

I push the doors open with more effort than I wanted to give before taking a few steps in. 

If you got over the dust, broken shelves and vegetation that seeped in through the pointless sunroof, the place hadn't changed at all.

I quickly light all the old candles before returning to Kalem's side. 

There was an endless number of books that I'd collected over the years, most prominently during a decade of which my only interest was reading. 

I'd long passed that phase but I never let them go.

I wouldn't call myself a hoarder so much as a collector.

"Let's start you off with a modern age classic," I say as I begin walking further into the room. 

Wracking my brain to remember where I kept things. 

It'd been a long time since I set foot in here and my memory didn't agree with my age. 

I wander around almost aimlessly before I stumble upon the book of interest. 

"The Hobbit," I say turning to face a curious Kalem.

Walking over to a large armchair that sat before a forgotten fireplace. 

I dust it slightly before sitting down expecting Kalem to sit in the one opposite me. 

Instead, he slid into my lap making himself comfortable without question. 

I waver slightly as he tucked his head into the crook of my neck, taking his favorite position against me.

I liked it too but it had a way of making breathing a tad bit difficult, nevertheless, I try to ignore the close contact while convincing myself that this was only happening because I needed to teach him how to read. 

That was it.

"Just follow the words as I read them okay," I whisper to Kalem who nods against me. 

I clear my throat before beginning and using my find as a guide. 

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of....."

I read slowly and clearly. 

Stopping to define words he didn't know and explain things which confused him. 

If it were anyone else, I'd deem them pathetic and throw them out. 

But I wouldn't dare with Kalem.

With him, I found an unbounded level of patience I didn't know I possessed and an unexplainable need to help him to the best of my abilities. 

I hated the company of others and over the centuries, I could only withstand the presence of a very small group of people. 

But with Kalem, I could sit here with him for the entire day. 

I wasn't irritated by his giggles, bothered by his smiles or angered by his questions.

How could I be? 

When everything he did made me feel like I was truly living.

After an hour of reading, Kalem fell asleep, completely snuggled into me. 

I closed the book before resting it on the small table beside me. 

Though I knew it'd be better to take him to bed, I simply leaned back into the chair and wrapped an arm around his waist.

Linking my fingers around him as his body laid comfortably against my own.

His small intakes of breath pushing against my neck upon departure making my skin buzz with pleasure. 

He doused my body with warm and I bathed him with comfort.

I let myself fall asleep as well, holding the precious boy who'd slowly been bringing light into my darkened world.

[thomas-the-goat-of-satan]

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[mothandpidgeon]

Ok but since you are writing a Regency piece...could you imagine having Din Djarin and Marcus Pike fighting over you? Each of them is so different and you can't help it because you're attracted to both of them because Din is the brooding yet kind introverted man that quotes to you poetry and takes you on long boat rides (with someone else of course because he cares about your image) and you're head over heels in love but then Marcus comes along and he's dashing and sweet and a little introverted but mostly talkative whenever he has to be and although he doesn't read to you poetry, he does gush about how none of the Greek and Roman and Etruscan sculptures and Italian works of art come close to your beauty and he takes you on long walks in gardens and even invites you to go to Versailles one time with him and then the three of you run into each other during one of the balls and the two are begging just for a moment with you and you're dancing with no one else but them during the entire night and when you try to go to the garden to get some fresh air, you're bombarded by the two men and they get into a heated argument to the point where they say that they will duel for you but you stop them both because you don't want either of them to get hurt and then...oh my sweet lord...and then, you take each of their hands and kiss their knuckles and fuck you shouldn't be doing this because what if someone sees and your reputation and no no no...but they both grow even more shy and you smile at them and-

"How about you invite us over to your estate Captain Djarin? I'm sure we can all...come to an agreement. Right?"

And the two are so confused but when they look at each other and return their gaze to you, they finally realize what it is you're talking about and they're both appalled by your offer but their shock slowly subsides because they fucking crave you and they nod and you throw each one of them a wink and-

"I'm looking forward to the invitation, good evening gentlemen."

And AHHHHHHHHHHH I DIE!!!!!!!!

Ok, Maggie, you went SO HARD on this one. Phew. You really know how to torment me!!! You are always welcome in my inbox. Considering the tale you wove, I really hope this lives up to it and you’ll have to forgive me I could go on but I was already approaching 1.5k words!!

Also I hope you don’t mind (and apologies to Regency!Din) but the mention of Versailles just screamed late 18th century (an important distinction in my nerd brain) so…

A/N: 18+! This ribbon bit comes from Barry Lyndon so apologies to the ghost of Stanley Kubrick.

It was a shame that Misters Djarin and Pike detested one another so when they had so many similarities. Both of them were kind and sweet and terribly handsome.

Mr. Pike accompanied you to the opera on more than one occasion. In the privacy of your box, he would whisper sweet words into your ear and nudge the soft skin of your neck with his nose. Mr. Djarin was more of an outdoorsman. He took you riding on his estate. When you were far enough on the grounds, he would help you down from the saddle and recite poetry to you beneath a shady tree.

And yet seeing them side by side now in Mr. Djarin’s parlor where you’d just shared a very awkward tea, tension straining the air between them, they couldn’t be more different. Mr. Djarin, so reserved, dark and modest. Mr. Pike, flirtatious and warm, cheek always dimpled with a smile.

You knew it wasn't going to be easy to break the wall between them but you’d been wise enough to plan for it.

“It seems I cannot force an accord between you but I know how men like their sport. I propose a wager. Nothing like a friendly competition to encourage affection,” you said.

Marcus cocked his eyebrow. He had wanted to win you since he’d met you last summer, pursuing you endlessly and yet this other man still stood in his way.

“I wonder which of you is a better hunter,” you said.

“And how would we prove that?” Mr. Pike asked. Din’s brow creased. He didn’t know how hunting had anything to do with your ludacris proposal, the one that they had both scoffed at at the ball. He wouldn’t have agreed to contemplate the thought if he hadn’t been so afraid of losing you.

You rose from your seat and both pairs of brown eyes watched you intently.

“I have devised a test. I’ve hidden a white ribbon somewhere on my person,” you said, trying to bite back your smile. “The better man finds it first.”

Both men looked at you in a stunned silence. Your heart was racing nervously but you were savoring their expressions. Mr. Djarin collected himself first.

“You’ll forgive me for being unfamiliar with the ways in which women amuse themselves but I hardly find such a suggestion to be entertaining,” Mr. Djarin said, his cheeks turning pink.

He couldn’t pretend that the idea of undressing you didn’t make his heart pound but he hated how easily you would give yourself over to Mr. Pike. He disliked the way Pike flirted with you so openly. Of course, he knew some of it was envy— he had never been a charmer.

“I do not speak in jest, sir,” you told him.

“That is what you want?” Mr. Pike asked, his soft eyes already slipping lower. He was already thinking of places to explore.

You watched Mr. Djarin look away from you when he nodded.

“And the better man, does he win something?” Pike asked, enjoying how flustered the other man had become.

“My highest regard,” you answered coyly.

Marcus chuckled.

“Then the lady should get what she wants, don’t you agree?” he asked Mr. Djarin.

Din cleared his throat.

“Very well,” he said.

Pike came to your side and took your hand to escort you to the couch where you sat between him and Mr. Djarin.

“Perhaps you should take the first turn,” you suggested to Mr. Djarin who was looking at you with a mix of fear and yearning in his eye.

He’d been so careful with you, always so cautious not to overstep or do anything at all that might invite scandal save a few soft kisses. And here you were laying yourself out for him. He swallowed dryly and met your eye with a shrug of surrender.

“Is it in your hair?” he asked, eyes darting up to your coiffure.

You smiled at him, nearly reached out to put your hand on his cheek. That protective nature was what drew you to Mr. Djarin in the first place. You knew what he really wanted, you could see it in his eyes, but he was too polite to take what was being offered. Not without convincing.

“I believe this requires a more thorough search, Djarin,” Pike said from over your shoulder.

He cupped your hands and turned them over as in a playful inspection, then lifted both of your arms. “No. Not there.”

You laughed and the noise made his heart jump. He’d found that he would make himself a fool if it put a smile on your face. Marcus was happy to take the opportunity to move in closer, to claim you with his touch. He brushed your neck so gently, his fingers tracing a ljne from your jaw to your shoulder where the bodice of your dress began. Goose pimples broke out on your skin and Marcus put his lips against your earlobe.

“I wonder,” he mused, leaning your back into his chest.

He hooked a finger under the fabric and followed the line down from your shoulder to the swell of your breast and you gasped. He had so often admired the rise and fall of your chest, Marcus couldn’t help but caress your skin with his thumb. Din felt himself stiffen as he listened to the soft moans Pike was drawing from you as he put a kiss on your skin. Watching your lips part, Din was frozen in place.

Marcus moved his hand down the straight front of your bodice and you felt yourself pulsing beneath your skirts.

“Perhaps under here?” he asked.

You allowed him to work the front of your gown open, the silk parting to reveal the creamy ivory stays below. Din felt twin aches in his chest and his groin as he saw the other man slide the bodice off of your shoulders.

Neither had seen you in such a state of undress before. Marcus took a moment to steady himself, admiring the figure below and sliding his hand across your middle. You were hardly naked, still clad in your stays, shift, and skirts but your underthings made his cock twitch.

“Now you see how the game is played and that Mr. Pike has been so far unsuccessful,” you said to Mr. Djarin, your voice more breathless than before. “Would you care to try, Mr. Djarin?”

You encouraged him by bringing your foot to rest beside his knee, leaning back into Mr. Pike. Din licked his lips, staring at the floral pattern on your delicate shoe for what felt like a century. Finally, he gave in to his longing.

He ran his fingers up your ankle over your silk stocking, revealing the smooth line of your leg. His large hands encircled your calf as he inched your skirt up further. You let out a shaking breath, squeezing your thighs together. You could hear Mr. Pike’s jagged breaths in your ear as he watched with anticipation. He had half a mind to release himself from his breeches to relieve the torment building there.

Din was careful not to reveal any of your skin, stopping just above the spot at your knee where your stockings were tied with thick ribbons.

“These are blue,” he said, running his thumb over the bow.

You were looking down at him flushed and breathing heavy and it took everything in his power to stop from taking you then and there.

You leaned to him, putting your lips against his and letting your mouth fall open to invite him in. You heard him whimper and he clutched onto your leg. Then you turned to Mr. Pike who kissed you hungrily, his wide palm kneading at your breasts.

“I’m quite disappointed in the both of you,” you said once you could speak again. Your whole body was thrumming with arousal.

You raised your skirts up around your hips and felt both pairs of eyes lustily watching. There, tied around the thickest part of your thigh was the white ribbon. But they only noticed the slick shining between your thighs.

“We shall call it a draw. But I’m afraid that means you’ll have to share me, gentlemen,” you said.

And from their twin growls, it was clear that they didn’t mind.

[weebsinstash]

Can I ask about that self indulgent fic you're writing? 👀 I love those 'get stuck in another universe' type of fics, especially if it's yandere. Sounds like every daydream I've had lol.

It's the Final Fantasy XV idea I mentioned a while back, but I've been getting so many different ideas that I guess you could say there are several stories im thinking of lol. Abo, not abo, shorter versions for specific characters, so on so forth

It's just fnfjckcjf oddly comforting to think of being on a nice road trip with them. Their whole adventure is just so fun and cute. My core idea was a sort of AU where, before the events of the game, Noctis and the crew basically get thrown of out the house for one full year because Regis realizes his son needs to grow a little more as a man and see more of the country before he eventually takes the throne, so the boys are basically just wandering the continent when they find Reader just kind of passed out in the middle of nowhere, like suspiciously far from civilization kind of passed out, and after the whole "where am I,who are you" stuff they decide "well we're travelling for our quest, and you need to search for idk a magic portal or whatever, and we would feel really shitty leaving you out here when there's obviously something funky going on, maybe its destiny, why don't you come with?"

They teach you about their world and you share some things with home. You get all wide eyed and excited at all the new plants and animals and always have questions and they all think it's so cute, but you also have plenty of fun facts and knowledge of your own that helps the team out of a jam more than once. Also it's SO self indulgent and dumb and doesn't make sense but I like the idea of readers phone still being connected to the internet in their world so reader can like, share stuff with the boys like music or recipes or just like, stuff from home in general (deadass, just borrow one of them there multiverse sim cards from the dlc aliens lmao)

But eventually it's made pretty obvious through several different events and occurrences such as still having your wisdom teeth (rip, literally had all 4 of mine pulled JUST last week, im fucking 23), not having a full education, so on so forth, things that let them know you've actually had a pretty miserable, unhappy life, far worse than any of them believe you deserve, and your world has so many crazy unfair things going on that just completely shocks and appalls them ("why would your government make you pay for your own education, let alone so MUCH, that's insane!") So it kind of becomes a situation where all 4 of them don't want you to go home because they have feelings for you and don't think it's safe for you back home.

And then if you add in all the ABO ideas, that can make things 👀 tense. Because for that idea my brain legit ran away from me and it became this whole big thing where you get taken back to the crown city and the king has a prophecy and something with the crystal or destiny happens and apparently you were sent to this world for a reason so now you've got cool magic shot and you get trained and sent back out with the boys when they leave for Altissia (as in the beginning of the game) becauseeeeee I like drama and I liked the idea of reader having to begrudgingly travel with them but like, as a bad ass now

[lvnatiq]

Cheers to the mess pt.1 |

Nicky Valentino x Reader

a/n: Hello, my love. So this was based on the idea of Jealous!Nicky Valentino. Let me know if you have any suggestions or questions about anything concerning my writing or Nicholas Valentino because my heart, soul and ass belongs to him truly. By the way, I proofread for the first time so make a wish while you’re at it lmao.

-Italic phrases in quotation marks are indicating readers inner monologue, meanwhile, words in italic are used to emphasize the meaning of the word itself-

warnings: usage of inappropriate language, slight angst.

The night is still young, the speakeasy is filled with the late-night conversations of people with humorous expressions and the delightful sound of the jazz music. You, on the other hand, curiously explored your surroundings as the sweet and sour taste of your booze lingered on the tip of your tongue. You asked Ralph to let you have some time with yourself while you were waiting for Nicky to come. You two spoke on the phone, arranging your rendez-vous, approximately two hours ago. Now, there you were sitting at a casual table in the speakeasy for an hour waiting for your sweetheart. Worried that something might've happened to him.

"Where is he? I hope the meeting didn't take a turn for the worst."

You thought to yourself as you tapped your fingers against the wooden material of the table, letting your anxiety get the best of you. Your eyes focused on the entrance gate of the speakeasy, wishing for him to stroll in at that moment. Today seemed like it wasn't your lucky day as your wishes are not being granted. The feeling of loneliness soon turned to utter boredom. The more bored you got, the more attractive the thought of losing yourself at the bar became.

"If I am about to let my stress romance it's way into giving me a nervous breakdown, at least I should get it a nice drink. It would be rude of me not to."

Your desire for a Manhattan led you to take a couple of steps towards the bar. Settling down on the stool, you slowly took off your gloves. The feeling of warmth left your fingertips, the cold surface of the glass table taking its place. The bartender took his shaker as he made his way towards your spot. You opened your mouth, eager to spill the magical name of your remedy.

"A Manhattan-"

"A Singapore Sling for the lady."

Your words were cut short by the silhouette of a stranger located behind your stool. This moment felt too familiar for your liking, almost like a Deja Vu. You slowly turned your head towards the unknown figure as they casually sat down beside you.

"Very rude of me to not introduce myself."

He said, extending his hand in your direction. The bartender's eyes followed the young man's gesture, holding an unreadable expression. You could feel the unusual tension in the air, nevertheless, you remained unbothered. Looking at his hand and then meeting his gaze, you extended your hand for a handshake. Your attempt went unnoticed as he gently turned your hand placing his lips on top of it.

"Matteo Bianchi."

The moment Matteo said his name, the bartender dropped his shaker, practically spilling whatever was inside of it. Shaken by the sound you averted your gaze to the bartender. His hands were shaking, hurriedly trying to clean up the mess he created. He glanced at you, his eyes had panic written all over them as if he was trying to tell you to be cautious, making you even more curious.

Unaffected by his gesture you slowly pulled your hand back as you directed your gaze back to the drink menu.

"Pleasure to meet you, Matteo."

You said, paying him no attention what so ever. Matteo laughed under his breath as he studied your figure. Your drink came into sight, you were still upset at not having your Manhattan.

"Where are you, Nicholas ?"

"I'm impressed that I managed to choose a drink that suited your aura well, miss...?"

You didn't want to give him your name but the reaction that the bartender gave at his name made you reevaluate your choices. Not wanting to cause trouble to anyone including yourself you took a sip from your drink as you responded.

"(y/n)."

You paused as you turned to him, letting your curiosity do the talking.

"How come this drink suits my aura well, Mr. Bianchi ?"

He smiled as he lifted his drink pointing it at your way.

"You seem like a bittersweet woman. Just like the drink."

You laughed, entertained by his way of using words, you decided to let yourself loose by following his game. Observing his looks for the first time, you realized that he was quite charming. His face reminded you of Paul Newman.

You let your thoughts wander as two women with enchanting appearances passed by greeting Matteo with flirtatious looks, giving you a death stare on the side.

"Alright, you seem pretty involved with bittersweet women."

Matteo laughed throwing his head back.

"Enough about bittersweet women-"

"Oh, so you want me out of here? Because I'll make it happen."

Your attempts at escaping failed as he caught you by your waist. Making you feel inevitably uncomfortable.

"Matteo, please-"

"Hands off."

The voice of the man you craved for the entire day has finally appeared. Nicky's harsh tone made Matteo take a step back. Then Matteo opened his arms wide, followed by his sarcastic tone.

"Man of the hour, Nicholas Valentino to whom do I owe the pleasure?"

Nicky placed his hand at the small of your back as he pulled you closer to him. His grip on you was tight, making you feel safer than before.

"I thought that we were supposed to meet next week."

Nicky said his eyes burning through Matteo's skull, filled with enough rage to kill him right on the spot.

"I need to settle it now, I have a meeting with Romano tomorrow. You don't want him to get the deal do you?"

Matteo said unconcernedly. You could hear Nicky curse under his breath. You placed your hand on his giving it a squeeze, trying to reassure him.

"Alright then, let's get this over with."

Nicky let his hand loose as he started to walk to the booth alongside Matteo. Appalled by his behavior, you started to follow their steps. They sat down and you moved to sit beside Nicky. Noticing that you followed them Nicky turned to you lowering himself as he whispered in your ear.

"Toots, would you mind giving us some space while you treat yourself at the bar?"

You looked at him, getting angrier each second passing by. Being kept in the dark wasn't something that you fancied.

"Excuse me? Are we really doing this again Nicky?" You said, your tone exposing your frustration. Your mind brings up memories of your first time in this speakeasy, where Nicky left you stranded because of business. But now you are a part of the Valentino family, so what was the problem.

His expression softens as he takes in a deep breath. You tried your best to understand what made him so uptight.

"You two... are you together?"

Matteo's voice made you snap out of your thoughts as you turned to Nicky, who was definitely not in a good state of mind seeing that he froze.

"Nicholas-"

"We're not together."

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. The waves of shock washed over you as you dropped your gaze on your hands. The thought of leaving right now seemed like a good idea but something inside of you was telling you to dig this situation deeper. This wasn't Nicky, you had to find out what was disturbing him so profoundly.

"Still that doesn't explain your overprotective response, Nicholas. Nonetheless, I am glad if Venus is single by any means."

"Let's get this venture over with, shall we Matteo?"

You wouldn't be lying if you said that this was the first time you saw Nicky this aggressive. He looked like he was so close to shot Matteo dead. You didn't say a word throughout their conversation. Patiently waiting for Nicky's breaking point.

The business they fussed about didn't seem skeptical at all. It was the usual, large amounts of illegal cash transactions and exchanging men for personal protection. Still, your questions remained unanswered. So you decided to follow up with plan B.

"If that's all, it's time for us to leave. Buona serata, Matteo."

Nicky said as he stood up. You, on the other hand, remained unruffled as you grasped your glass tightly completely ignoring him.

"So, Mr. Bianchi, you and Nicky seem to have a history. Do you two go way back? Based on something other than business-related, of course."

Upon hearing your voice Nicky slowly sat back. Taking in a deep breath, he averted his eyes to the bar. Trying to avoid Matteo's gaze.

"Oh, he didn't tell you?"

"No, he did not."

Matteo let out a breathy laugh as he took a cigar out of the silver case placed in front of him. Nicky's hand sneaked up on top of yours under the table, holding it firmly. You intertwined your fingers with his.

"Have you ever heard of The Count of Monte Cristo, (y/n)?"

"Alexandre Dumas, how can I not? One of my favorite novels."

"You become even more interesting by the second, my dear."

Nicky started to pull on his collar to get it loose. His grip on your hand gets even tighter. You can feel the distress radiating over him but you had no choice, he wasn't planning on opening up to you when he should've.

"Our situation is similar to Dantès, Mondego, and Mercédès love triangle. Nicky thinks that I am the Mondego of our scenario."

Finally, it sinks in. Still searching for more clarity you ask,

"You betrayed him, by stealing his lover--"

"Aha! That's the part I am trying to justify for the past five years. I didn't steal her- Minchia! I didn't know that she and Nicky had a thing. I mean she ran after him for quite some time but Nicholas didn't give a shit. How could I know?"

"Matteo cut the bullshit."

Nicky said, eventually joining to your conversation. You most definitely understood the situation at last. At this point it wasn't important whether or not if Matteo was right or wrong, Nicky was insecure at the fact that there might be a possibility of such a thing happening. He couldn't take risks when it comes to you, so he just acted like you meant nothing to him as if that would make Matteo uninterested.

Now that your worries came to an end, your only interest was to get Nicky all riled up.

"I think I heard enough."

Both of them stopped their bickering, turning their appalled gaze towards your direction.

"It looks like we are dragging out our dirty laundries. Well then, let me do my part."

Your devilish smirk took over as your playful aura filled the air.

"So, there is this guy, or more like this utterly, unbelievably handsome fella that makes my heart flutter."

"Oh? Tell me more Venus."

You focused your gaze on Matteo, eyeing him from head to toe. Knowing damn well that Nicky was watching your every move.

"He is compassionate, determined, enthusiastic, fearless, hard-working, kind, loyal, and everything that only a real man can be."

"Gesù Cristo! Who is this man? Are you sure that he isn't just a piece of your beautiful imagination?"

You laughed at Matteo's words. You were savoring every second of this mess, meanwhile, Nicky was chugging his whiskey on rocks.

"I would say that he is a gift from the gods, but unfortunately he is lacking something very important."

"He must've stolen the devil's dime. What does such a man lack that made you back up?"

You looked at the pair of hazel eyes intently watching you. You took a couple of seconds, staring adoringly into his beautiful eyes. You caught yourself getting lost in the honey hue of them. His feelings dripping from his glance, telling a story that only his eyes could tell.

"He is not honest."

You said without separating your eyes from Nicky's. Matteo raised his eyebrows, looking at Nicky and then back at you.

"Do I know this fella?"

"I don't know. All I know is that I like my men bare, in various ways."

Nicky laughed under his breath, placing his hand on top of your thigh.

"Oh my, do you?"

You grasped his tie pulling him to yourself, your lips almost touching his.

"You have no idea-"

Matteo cleared his throat,

"I should get going, you wouldn't want your girl falling for me. I know that my charming nature could cause trouble for a lot of people."

He said as he gave you a wink,

"Get lost Matteo."

Nicky hissed as Matteo approached you taking your hand in his giving it a goodbye kiss.

"Pleasure to meet you, (y/n). I hope that one day you can introduce me to the guy that got you head over heels."

He said jokingly as he turned to leave. Nicky slowly leaned in to kiss you but you stopped him midway.

"I don't kiss random men that have nothing to do with me, Mr. Valentino."

He gave you a smirk that summarized his plans for tonight.

"I might have nothing to do with you, but I certainly have a lot to do to you toots."

You took the last sip from your now empty glass and lifted it in the air.

"Cheers to the mess, my darling."

Vocabulary:

Minchia: in this context used as fuck, as exclamation of surprise.

Gesù Cristo!: Jesus christ!

Buona serata: “have a good evening”

[slayxwolf]

Teen Wolf Imagine- What Happened To Y/N? Part4

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Welcome back, hope you’re enjoying the series. Tell me in the comments which part has been your favourite so far x

Malia’s Pov

“Hey” Scott greeted, as Malia and Kira entered and joined the others. “Did you get the text with everything we know so far?” Lydia asked. Kira nodded in agreement and flashed a small smile, Malia however let out a small growl at Isaac. “Malia, he doesn't know anything that we don't” Stiles interrupted. “He could be lying” she retort. “He’s not” Scott interrupted, referring to Isaac’s heartbeat and loyal nature. “So what’s next?” Kira diffused. “Someone has been beating the shit out of her, to say the least” Stiles told. “Do you know if she had any problems with anyone or?” Allison asked to the group. They all had deep thought, but no one could think of anything. “The day she went missing, she came home injured, and I never got the chance to find out what happened to her” Scott stated, looking down. Malia’s heartbeat rose, drawing the attention of the werewolves. “Oh god” she mumbled, drawing the attention of everyone else. “What?” Kira asked. “I know who did that to her” she claimed. “Who?” Scott asked. “I did that” she said bluntly, looking down. “What do you mean, you did that?” Stiles asked with a firm tone. “I promise you, it’s not what it sounds like-” she tried to justify. “Why would you do that?” Lydia asked appalled. “Just let me explain!” Malia snapped. “Explain what? Trying to give Y/n brain damage?” Isaac said sarcastically. Everyone glanced at Scott, who gave a small nod for them to listen to what she had to say. “I got into a little trouble and Y/n promised to help, without telling anyone” she began. “How does this link to you beating her up, In advance?” Stiles questioned. “I didn't beat her up, but the people I was in trouble with did, so it’s my fault” her voice cracked at the last part. Everyone sighed slightly, feeing more relieved that Malia didn't actually beat the living daylights out of you. “Tell us what happened” Scott said, a lot more sympathetically. Malia nod and began.

“When I was looking for the Desert Wolf, I crossed a group of people I shouldn't have-” . It turned out that Malia wasn’t the only one looking for her, the Calaveras had run into trouble with her in Mexico and didn't take too kindly in having anyone else getting involved. Malia being Malia, ignored their warning and carried on her search. You came into the equation when they came looking for her in Beacon Hills, she was in trouble and didn't want to tell the pack because it was her mess and she didn't want anyone to suffer because of her. Ironically, the pair of you ended up running for your lives more than once. She didn't want you to get sucked up into it of all people, but you insisted on helping her because you knew she would do the same for you. Human or not, she was your friend and you wasn't going to let her go through anything alone. “How long has this been going on for?” Allison asked. “A few months” she answered. “Wait, so this arrangement you two had going on, has been over months?” Stiles asked in shock. “Carry on” Lydia leaned in, intrigued by what Malia was saying. “Y/n and I, headed out of town for the afternoon after hearing that the Desert Wolf was going to be there-” she began. “And it was a set up?” Isaac presumed. “We didn't even get that far” she claimed. It was the day of your disappearance. Malia had skipped school that day, because she needed to meet up with Braeden for information. You had been waiting for a text all day, which you eventually got at lunch. You didn't want to open it in front of the pack, because you knew they’d sense that was something was up, which they did. You skipped your last period and met up with Malia outside of school. “We need to go now, before the Calaveras get there” she stated. You were both moving at a quick pace, as you ran down the stairs to the carpark. “How? My mom borrowed my car to get to work” you questioned. “So, we’ll take Stiles’ jeep” she shrugged carelessly, as you reached it. You stared at her hesitantly for a moment. Stiles was staying to help out Lacrosse practice, so you knew you could return it before he noticed. She then hit the side of the door, causing it to fling open. You then both proceeded to climb in. “Do you know how to hotwire a car?” she asked. “Of course I do” you scoffed. “You took my jeep!” Stiles accidently shouted, interrupting the story. Malia looked at him calmly. “Yes” she replied bluntly. She then continued before he could go on an hour long rant. 

You had been driving for about an hour, when you decided to pull up and put some gas in the jeep. Malia was waiting beside the jeep to get some fresh air, while you walked into the station to pay. You began to make your way back to her, when a group of blacked out cars pulled up and bright lights beamed in your face. Oh god. “Malia go now, they're here!” you shouted, running past her. She immediately ran behind you, as you both climbed back into Stiles’ jeep and began to drive off. “Are they following us?” you shouted, not wanting to look. She simply growled and withdrew her claws. “I’ll take that as a yes” you complained, turning left off the road. They followed you for a mile, until the pair of you eventually came to a halt at a dead end. “Fuck” you muttered, hitting your hands off the steering wheel. You turned after hearing Malia unbuckle her seatbelt, seeing her getting out of the car and approaching the oncoming group. You sighed and reluctantly unbuckled your seatbelt and followed behind her. Their leader Araya Calavera stepped forward, coming face to face with a very angry Malia. Her followers immediately raised their guns at the pair of you. “Back off” the women simply spoke. “She’s my mother, isn't she” Malia retort, glowing her eyes blue. “I made a deal with Scott to keep the peace, not you” she spoke again. Respect is a clear theme for the Calaveras, and Malia had no intentions of backing down. “Stay away” she ordered. “Make us” Malia growled. She stood her ground and smiled, before she pulled out an electrocuting rod and began to shock her with it. “Malia!” you called, but as you began to run over to her, another struck you in the head with the back of his gun. You were both on the ground as she towered above you, “Final warning, stupid girls” she shook her head in disapproval and began to walk away. Malia was holding her ribs in pain, and you felt the back of your head bleeding. You and Malia titled your heads to look at each other, she nod to give you the signal of defeat. “No, screw her” you muttered. You picked up the closest object to you, which happened to be a stupid pebble and threw it at the back of her head. “Y/n” Malia sighed, grabbing you and pulling the both of you up as quick as she could. You ran to the jeep, barely avoiding gunfire and reversed the hell out of there, managing to avoid running anyone over-. “Long story short, they caught up with us again, a small fight occurred once more, we got the message of staying away, Deaton patched us up, we returned Stiles’ jeep (after removing several bullets), and we went home and got ready for the pep rally” she finished.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” Lydia said, shaking her head. Everyone there in fact, had wide eyes and were in complete disbelief. “Where do we even begin?” Stiles gasped. “You almost got shot?” “The Calaveras?” “Could the pair of you be more stupid” “That is completely insane” they all began to say at once. “I know” Malia stared down at the floor guiltily. Scott wasn't mad, she could have gotten you killed, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if anything had happened to Malia. “So the Calaveras must have her, maybe they took her to prove a point” Kira synthesised. “No, we would have gotten a message from them by now, like when they took Derek and Peter” Lydia claimed. “Well if they do have her, it’s only fair that I go alone. I got her in this mess and I’ll get her out of it” Malia still couldn't hide the sadness in her voice, she felt terrible for making you keep such a huge secret like that, especially when it could have been the one to cause your disappearance. “No, Lydia’s right. The Calaveras wouldn't keep her without letting us know. Y/n is human and they hunt the supernatural, it wouldn't make sense for them to take her” Stiles inputted. “Lets get this cleared up, Y/n was hurt the night of the pep rally because of the Calaveras” Isaac began to go through rationally. “She was so nervous in the car ride, because she didn't want us to realise that her and Malia were both inured, and question why” Stiles added. “And you were the one sending her all of the texts?” Scott asked. “I sent her one on the day of her disappearance” she said quizzically. Scott furrowed his brows, remembering the text that you had received a few weeks previous, which caused you to act nervous. “So there’s another piece missing” Kira sighed, frustrated at the lack of answers they all seemed to be getting. “So if it wasn't you sending her messages, then who was it?” Scott questioned hypothetically. Allison’s eyes widened, as she suddenly sat up. “I think it was me” she spoke, biting her nails anxiously. If she came to the right conclusion of what may have happened to you in her head, the result wouldn't be good for anyone. The back turned to face her, preparing for yet another side of the story.

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