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Warm (Jey Uso/OC)

An on-again, off-again couple takes the snowy ride to the next town together.

PAIRING: Jey Uso x OC

Word Count: 6.3k

Warning: The usual smut and everything in between.

A/N: First fic of the year! Enjoy!

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"Hey girl, got a sec?"

Looking up to see Nia standing right in front of her, Malia stood up straighter. The locker room was full of her friends and fellow wrestlers, all done for the evening and packing up to leave the arena. "What's up?"

"I totally forgot that I agreed to carpool with Maxxine after the show," she said as they exited the locker room together. "I'm really sorry, it totally slipped my mind."

"Oh, that sucks," Malia said, a little disappointed as Nia was great company. "It's no big deal. I'll figure something out."

"Are you sure? It's starting to snow out there. Will you be okay on your own?"

"Alone on the road with full control of the heating and my own playlist?" Malia laughed. "I'll be fine."

Nia nodded. "Okay. I feel bad, so I'll ask around and see if anyone needs a ride. That way you can split the bills and stuff," she offered, pausing when she looked over Malia's shoulder. "Oooh, look who's coming our way," she grinned.

Curious, Malia turned around, and her heart skipped a beat as Josh Fatu walked in their direction, his carry-on behind him and his phone in front of him. She plastered an unbothered expression on her face and turned back to Nia, but the Irresistible Force saw right through the facade.

"Girl, you're blushing already!" she cackled. "You and him still fucking?"

"No, I'm not blushing. And no, we're not fucking," Not lately anyway, Malia added to herself, fluffing her Afro as nonchalantly as possible.

"Liar. You two crack me up, you're totally in love with each other but keep acting like you're not. I did warn you about the whole friends-with-benefits thing."

She did. And Malia caught feelings and had been trying to run from those feelings since. But not with much success, given that she and Josh were both part of the Monday Night Raw roster and lived in the same goddamn city which gave him plenty of access to her. The problem was she was falling in love and he wasn't, so she tried to save face by imposing an extended 'break' from each other, under the guise of 'seeing other people'. Being alone with him on a long midnight drive wasn't going to help her cause to break away.

"It's a three-hour trip from here to Cleveland. Think you can hold off for that long if you go together?" Nia asked, a little too gleefully for Malia's taste.

"Stop with the slander. You make it sound like I'm this raging nympho," she rebuffed.

"When it comes to him? Yes! I've witnessed it! You jump each other's bones every chance you get. How you guys aren't official, I'll never understand. He's getting closerrrr," Nia sang, clearly enjoying the way Malia was trying not to squirm. "Let me go talk to him."

Malia started to panic as Nia moved towards him. "Where are you going?" she warned, "Nia, no!"

"Um, you want a ride or not? Hey, Joshyyyy!"

"Savelina!" Malia hissed, falling silent when Josh looked up from his phone, his gaze lingering on her for a long, tense beat before moving to Nia. "Sup ladies," he said, tipping his bearded chin up in greeting. His jaw moved repeatedly, and she saw he was chewing gum when he opened his mouth to speak. Juicy Fruit, she predicted. His favorite.

"I heard you're driving by yourself tonight," Nia said to him.

His eyebrows rose skeptically. "Yeah..."

"You want a passenger? Cuz my girl over here needs someone to ride with, in more ways than one..."

"Lina, shut up," Malia cut in, stepping in front of her and meeting Josh head-on. "Forgive our friend, Becky hit her in the head too many times tonight," she explained, her insides warming when Jey laughed. "I was supposed to carpool with bitch over here but she made other plans and left me stranded. So umm...if you're going alone, would you mind if I tagged along?" Why the fuck did she sound like she was asking him to Prom?

Again, the air around them simmered with an unknown element. When he took longer than usual to respond, her heart sank a little. "It's cool if you don't want to, I can find someone else-"

"Nah, it's all good, uce, you can come along," he spoke up with a smile. "But I'm 'bout to leave right now, so if you ready-"

"I am," Malia answered, a bit too quickly, and flushed with embarrassment when the corner of his mouth curled upward in a bemused smile. It was then she realized that Nia had disappeared, leaving the two standing alone in the empty hallway.

"Uhh...We should get going," Malia spoke up, scratching awkwardly at the nape of her curly Afro.

Josh nodded, pausing as his eyes scanned her up and down again. "This what you wearin'?" he inquired.

She made a quick, albeit thorough twirl to show off her outfit, a short, figure-hugging beige dress accompanied by a black pair of furry knee-high Uggs. "Yeah, why? What's wrong with it?"

"It's a lil' chilly, no? I mean, don't get me wrong, you look real good, it's just-" Catching himself, he trailed off nervously before he could say anything else inappropriate.

"My jacket is right here, I'll be fine. But if I do get too cold, I'm sure you can keep me warm." Her smile was syrupy sweet as she let the innuendo sink in. The awkwardness was melting away, leaving only the sexual synergy they were both accustomed to.

Josh chuckled to himself and stepped closer to her. "A'ight, I see what'chu tryna do," he said in a lower, huskier timbre that made her loins flutter. "Let's get outta here before I do sum'n we'll both like."

She wanted to ask what was stopping him but instead took the hand he held out to her. It was big and protective and the gentle way he rubbed his thumb over hers always made her feel safe. Together they left the building and into the indoor parking lot. He helped her put her things in the trunk of his Ford Expedition rental, and she fought the urge to stare at his ass when he bent over.

As they began their journey, her gaze landed on her on-again, off-again 'boyfriend', his own fixed on the road ahead. Wearing a fitting dual-colored Nike tracksuit, he looked yummy himself. The hand that had held hers was now on the steering wheel, and she found herself wishing it was touching her again but on a more risqué part of her body this time. They were on a 'break' but she envisioned a lot of difficulty keeping things platonic tonight.

"Since when do you listen to Bon Jovi?" She broke the ice several minutes later, talking over the eighties rock ballad that was playing on the radio and was surprised it hadn't been turned off. "You always used to tell me to change that shit," she laughed.

"They not so bad, they got some good workout songs," he defended with a shrug. "How come you didn't take a flight tonight?" he asked.

She gave a shrug of her own. "I don't know. I probably should have. But with the weather and everything, there'd probably be tons of delays at the airport. I would have ended up sitting there all night. How about you?"

"Same. I prefer the open road anyway," he replied. "Drive fast, blast some good music, you know what it is." He shot her a grin, making selections on the GPS. "Everything good? You comfortable?"

Smoothing her dress down her crossed legs, she nodded and tilted her seat back. "Yeah, I'm good," she responded.

"So how was Christmas? Whatchu do? Spend time with your man?" Josh asked.

Malia snorted and flipped her hair. "Ain't no man. He's an insecure bum so he's gone. I stayed with my brother and his family for a few days, played with my nieces, they're so big now."

He wanted to feel bad about the way his heart leapt for joy about her relationship status. "I told you he was a bum from the jump, uce," he mumbled.

"Well, you were right. Congrats," she bit sarcastically.

"I ain't wanna be right though. I just want you to be happy," said Josh, exchanging a glance with her, his stare filled with its familiar warmth that was charged with something else.

Being here is a bad idea.

"What about you? You were with your boys and their mom, I'm guessing," she kept the conversation going.

"More of the boys, less of their mom," he clarified.

"That's it? No woman to warm your bed?"

He snorted and shot her a bombastic side-eye. "If I remember clearly, you sent the last woman I was with packin', with your razor-sharp ass tongue."

Malia burst out laughing. "Ha, that bitch? She's a clout-chasing airhead. One conversation with her and my IQ got fucked up. Stop messin' with those NXT bimbos, Joshua. It's not a good look."

"Why you so pressed though?" He had an idea, but he wanted to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.

"I'm not pressed. You smarter than that. She wasn't good for you."

"And you know this, how?"

Because she ain't me. None of them are. "I just know," was all she said.

"Huh. We seem to 'know' a lot about each other," Josh noted, "So why don't you want us to stay together?" he asked.

And there it is. "You already know the answer," she responded, with a hint of attitude.

"No I don't, so how 'bout you fill me in, huh," he retorted. They had stopped at a red light so he now had all the time to look her in the eye.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, she refused to get suckered in. "Because. Your roster is deep enough as it is," she mumbled.

"What roster?"

Malia huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, we gonna play dumb now? I'm not the only woman you're fucking, Joshua."

"The last person I had sex with was you, right before you dumped me for ol' boy," Josh replied, annoyance creeping into his tone.

"Correction. I did not dump you. Dumping implies that we were dating," Malia argued. "I distinctly remember you saying you weren't looking for nothin' serious, so it ain't dumping if there's no relationship to dump."

The silence that followed was deafening, even with the music playing. The temperature in the car plummeted several degrees. Josh simply shook his head. "Damn, that how you feel all this time? Okay then." he tsked, releasing the brakes as the light turned green. "A'ight. Note taken."

The hurt swirling in his voice surprised her. Rattled, she opened her mouth to speak, but wisely decided to close it back. Because there really was nothing to say. This was the consequence of getting involved with someone without setting clear boundaries; the result of repeatedly holding off the simple task of defining a relationship — nothing but uncertainty and heartache. It was the bed she made long ago and now she had to lie in it.

But oddly enough, that seemed to be the appeal of entanglements; the thrill, the warped sense of freedom to do whatever you wanted to each other with no strings. But intimacy always had its attachments, and Malia had been attached to Josh for a long, long time with no idea how to cut the strings without getting hurt.

"The snow seems to be getting worse," she changed the subject and with good reason. They seemed to be driving into a storm. The snowfall was heavier and the nearly empty highway was turning white. "Are you sure we'll make it into Cleveland like this?"

Her question was answered only a few seconds later, by the flashing lights and flares up ahead. A car wreck, and a bad one judging from the amount of fire, rescue, and police crews on the scene. As Josh slowed the car to a crawl, they were greeted by a gruesome tableau.

The many bright, flashing lights cast a grotesque glow on the crumpled remains of an SUV. A black bag, zipped and strapped to a stretcher, was being loaded into the back of an ambulance. Malia's eyes widened with horror. The mangled car was the same type as theirs, and the driver's seat was covered in blood, a lot of it splattered on the white snow. "Oh no...Babe..." she breathed.

Her voice was tiny. Scared. Josh grabbed her hand and squeezed it repeatedly to get her attention. "Ay, don't look. Look at me," he cajoled, waiting for her to do so, running his thumb over hers to quell her panic. "I'll take the next exit. Let's find somewhere to crash until morning." He cringed. "Bad choice of words. Sorry."

"You don't mind stopping?" she asked, feeling a little sick. There was no way she was going any further with what she'd just witnessed.

"Personally, I'd rather be late gettin' where I'm going than never gettin' there at all."

"I agree. I'll check if there's any available hotels nearby," she offered, reaching for her phone in the console.

"You good?" he checked on her again, his fingers flexing around hers.

"I'm okay. It's just...that was horrible," Malia shuddered. "But you calmed me down. You've always been good at that." She smiled gratefully at him.

"Mm-hmm," he mumbled, as he lifted the back of her hand to his lips in a gentle kiss. He then rested his hand on her bare leg, running it up her smooth chocolate skin. Ironically, her dress gave him perfect access to the sensitivity of her inner thigh, and he allowed his fingers to dance over it.

Malia cast her eyes down to watch his hand disappear under her dress. This was what she liked about him so much; his boldness, his sense of adventure. Only he could dare to touch on her while driving on a dark, sleety highway. "Boy, what are you doin'?" she asked as he squeezed her thigh. She tried to play it cool, tried to act like her skin had not been set ablaze by his touch.

"Keepin' you warm," he affirmed nonchalantly, as he slid his palm over her lace panties, his favorite on her, enjoying the feel of her moist warmth against the fabric. He had since learned that he couldn't stay mad at her for long. "I miss you," he whispered, breaching her underwear with one finger.

"I miss you too," she admitted, jerking as the finger slipped inside of her. "Oh, shit," she gasped, tilting her head back against the leather headrest.

"Phew, you wet as fuck," Josh whistled, eyeing up his ex with a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "Ol' boy wasn't fuckin' you like he should?"

Before she could answer, he slid another digit into her wetness, drawing another moan from her. She moved her legs further apart, causing her dress to ride higher up, and grabbed his wrist with both hands. "Fuck, yeah," she sighed, going slack in her seat.

Maybe it wasn't the brightest idea, Josh realized, as the sound of her wanton moans filled the car. As her pussy tightened around his fingers. He wasn't doing much for his own erect state by doing this, but the look on her face convinced him to keep going. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, keeping his eyes on the road. "How's that feel, hmm?" he asked.

The only response she could muster was another breathy moan while strengthening her grip on his wrist. She didn't want to come just yet, but between his fingers twisting deep inside her tightening core and the added heat rushing through her, she knew she wouldn't last long. She wanted this to last forever, just like every time she was with him; she clung desperately to every second, because each one was always better than the last. He just hit different. He always did.

The spell broke when she heard him curse and he abruptly stopped, slipping his fingers out of her. "The fuck?" she whined.

"Sorry, I had to," Josh explained, pointing. The smoky haze of passion and frustration cleared quickly enough for her to realize they had left the expressway and were now pulling into the parking lot of a hotel. Crossing her arms petulantly, she sat up straighter and pouted. "Goddamn tease. You ain't slick," she grumbled.

"Nope. But you are," he emphasized, holding up his fingers covered in her essence and bringing them to his mouth. "Mmm, sweet and spicy, like always."

His dirty snicker had her pussy clenching again. This man was going to be the death of her.

Parking the Expedition in front of the hotel door, they rushed in with their bags to the check-in desk and found the exhausted-looking receptionist behind the counter. It was clear they'd had a massive influx of people and that she was the only one handling everything.

"You're just in luck. We have one room left," the lady replied when Josh asked her if they had any vacancies. "It's probably our smallest room and only has one queen-sized bed, but it's perfect for a lovely couple like yourselves," she smiled warmly.

"We'll take it," Josh responded, handing over his credit card before Malia could reject it. Given the state of the weather outside and that horrendous crash they came across, it was likely the best, safest option.

They got the keycards and made a quick stop at the nearby Chipotle to get some food. Josh paid again, boxing Malia against the counter with his big frame and frowning menacingly at the cashier who had the nerve to flirt with her. Though there technically was no territory to mark, she didn't mind. Besides, it was cold outside and his body heat was inviting and much needed. Afterwards, they returned to the hotel and made it into the small room that was warm, toasty, and quite clean, making them feel a bit better that they wouldn't be stuck in some Bates Motel-type murder house.

"Last time we were stuck in a room together, we spent all afternoon working out how many pinning combinations we could make each other come in," Malia reminisced as she bit into her burrito.

"Yeah. I remember winning," Josh grinned proudly. "You can have the bed, by the way," he gestured to her. "Imma sleep on the couch, give you some space."

"Why?" Malia gave him a stern look. "The bed is big enough for both of us. Plus, your back will be fucked up if you sleep on that lil ass couch."

She wasn't wrong; the couch felt rather firm and it wouldn't be pleasant. Josh was trying to be a gentleman, but he ultimately agreed since driving tomorrow with a backache did not sound ideal.

After finishing their meals, they settled in, and Malia texted the Talent Relations rep to inform them of her and Josh's whereabouts. Unfortunately, the weather forecast on TV was pretty grim as they were expecting upwards of forty inches of snow. Getting to their destination in time tomorrow would be a tough ask.

Josh used the bathroom first to give Malia some privacy. When he re-emerged, she was stripped down to a short white bathrobe that did nothing to hide that body of hers, giving him a little peek of her voluptuous behind as she picked up her toilet bag.

Fuck.

"Babe, do you got a spare shirt I can sleep in?" She stood back upright, her throat drying up at the sight of his towel hanging low on his hips. She watched the rivulets of water drip down his tattooed chest and felt parched.

Josh swallowed. "Sure, I got somethin'." He crossed the room, reached inside his open luggage and pulled out a 'YEET' hoodie. "This okay?"

He gazed into her eyes, and Malia felt her knees quiver, almost like they were threatening to collapse beneath her. "Yeah, thanks," she smiled, taking the hoodie.

"You called me babe again." There was a small, teasing smile on his face.

Malia felt her face burn. "Oh, um...Yeah. Habit. Sorry..." Lost for words, she quickly departed, silently willing her limbs to not give out on her.

Waiting until the door had closed behind her, Josh sank down on the bed and tried to focus on the TV. He could hear her moving around. Brushing her teeth. Undressing. Rubbing his face, he groaned when he heard the shower start. After their argument in the car and what he did afterwards, his emotions were all over the place, and now they had to share this bed. Keeping his hands to himself was going to be a tough ask.

Keep your hands to yourself, Malia repeated to herself over and over as she finished up her skincare routine. It's just one night. Behave yourself. What happened in the car meant nothing.

Yes it did, the voice she fondly named 'Delulu', debated, He misses you, he said so himself. That's why he acted the way he did in the car. That's why he almost bit that cashier's head off in Chipotle.

She had a point. She recalled the full-blown lust in his eyes as he touched her, the eager movement of his fingers inside her as though he couldn't stop himself. Overall, it felt good to know he wasn't quite over her just as she wasn't quite over him.

Don't do it, her other voice, dubbed 'You Right' because it always was, warned. You're just his plaything, always have been. Why do you want to play house with a guy who doesn't love you like you love him? He just misses the pussy. That's it.

Good point.

But I miss the dick too! 'Delulu' pouted.

'You Right' rolled her eyes. Too bad. Take another shower, a cold one this time.

With a heavy sigh, Malia wrapped up her hair and put on her pajamas for the night. The hoodie was big on her, reaching her thighs. She decided against panties, having made up her mind about the voice she was going to listen to.

She returned to the warmth of the bedroom, instantly landing on the ruggedly handsome man stretched out on the left side of the bed. His favorite side. His gaze flickered from the TV to her, his lips twitching into a small smile.

"You make my merch look so sexy, baby," he commented.

"Why thank you Daddy," she replied, then froze, her eyes wide. Shit, did she just say that out loud? Judging from the heated look in his eyes, the answer was yes. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as they regarded each other.

Sitting up straight in the bed, Josh clapped his hands. "A'ight, enough of this. Come here," he growled.

She thought he would never ask. She hurried to the bed and crawled towards him. He sat up straighter and reached for her, their lips crashing together before he had finished pulling her onto his lap. All the weeks of pent-up urges and desires came pouring out of them both as they kissed like the desperate, needy souls they had become. They only pulled back long enough to take off his t-shirt before they embraced again. His bronzed skin was warm underneath her palms, the touch of his hands seemingly burning through the hoodie onto her own.

Without breaking the kiss, Josh shifted so that they were lying on their sides, helping her tug his sweatpants down his hips. Once they were gone, he pulled her tightly against him as he slid his leg between hers, draping her top leg over his waist. He then pushed his hands under her hoodie, his fingers digging into her waist to grind her against his thigh. Malia smiled at his surprised gasp, his realization that she was wearing his merch and only that. She knew he could feel the moistness of her core, smearing his upper thigh as their kisses got even more heated. She let him pull off the hoodie, and Josh's eyes blazed with need as he gathered her right breast in his hand and devoured it with sucks and licks. Meanwhile her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking for a few moments before easing him inside her.

"Oh, shit," Josh froze, his expression slightly panicked, "I ain't got-"

"Calm down, I still got my IUD. You good." She kissed his lips and reared back a little, letting him push fully inside her, and he ripped his mouth from hers in a low groan and tucked his face in her neck.

"Fuck, Malia..."

She moaned with him, gripping his muscular shoulders as he moved inside her, and groaned again when his hand scraped down her back to squeeze her ass cheek tightly.

"Mmmph..."

"Yeah, I know you like that," he whispered, slapping her ass this time, his breath hot and heavy against her face. "Say my name baby, call out for me."

"Joshua...Daddy..."

"Mm-hmm, I love it. God, you're fuckin' beautiful," he said, his voice rough with need as he tongue-kissed her slowly, matching his grinding thrusts, sending chills running all over her body.

"Ohhh," she gasped, tensing in his arms, bewildered by her desire for him.

"Relax. I gotchu," he promised with another hungry, borderline sloppy kiss. He was nearing the pit of her stomach with his lengthening strokes, but he wanted more. He held up her thick thigh, automatically sliding him even deeper inside her. A big smile lit up his face as her mouth fell open; he knew she could feel all of it, the head of his dick toying with her g-spot, her breathing quickening as her slick moisture made its presence known with every push of his dick into her.

"Hear that?" Josh whispered, "Hear how wet you are?"

Malia dug her nails into his skin, staccato breaths pulling from her lungs as he rammed up into her again and again. "Shit," she whined, "Aw fuck, please don't stop," she begged, tears gathering in her eyes at the thought of him ceasing his actions.

"I ain't stoppin' baby." He couldn't seem to stop kissing her, doing it again as he increased his speed, his dick all up in her wet pussy. The sensations were dizzying, taking her to another dimension. "Uuuunh," she cried out with a shudder, the flutter of her pussy around his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

"You wanna come, babe? Wanna come for Daddy huh?" He pressed his forehead against hers, his hypnotic eyes holding her gaze as her whimpers for him grew louder. "Come, Malia," he urged with gritted teeth, his heart pounding from the emotions vibrating through him. "Come, baby girl. Nut on Daddy's dick. You look so beautiful when you come."

Malia heard what sounded like waves crashing in her ears. Immediately her body seized up, and her voice was a high-pitched cry as the pleasure ripped through her. Moaning his name repeatedly, her head fell back and she saw stars as the bliss took over.

Man, she missed being touched like this, kissed like this...fucked like this.

Still trembling, she was vaguely aware of him pulling out, letting her leg down and rolling on top of her. Stroking her face, he stared at her with a mix of wonder and tenderness and something else she couldn't quite determine in his eyes.

"What?" she pressed.

Josh licked his lips, looked away for a second and then back at her.

"I love you."

She expected to be shocked, stunned by his declaration. Instead, it felt more like a eureka moment, like she had finally cracked a passcode she had been struggling with for eons, like the world had at last righted itself after an eternity of confusion.

"What took you so long?" she asked, emotion seeping through her tone.

"I don't know," he confessed, and when her brows furrowed, he elaborated. "I just know I can't do this no more. I'm fuckin' tired. I been feelin' this way for too long. You the only one that makes me feel like this."

"Like how?" she breathed. She wanted to hear it, wanted to know if his agony has been anything similar to hers for the past couple of months.

"Like I'm empty inside when I'm not with you. Even when I'm with someone else, I feel like I'm cheating on you," he went on, suddenly feeling free, unburdened. "I can't stop thinking about you, can't function...I don't just want sex, Malia. That's all good but I wanna be your man. For real this time. I want you."

There it was again, that intensity in his eyes that never failed to steal what was left of her breath. If this was a dream, she did not want to wake up. "I love you too. I wanna be with you. Let's not break up ever again. I don't like not being around you," she admitted.

"Same here," he said, covering her mouth with his. This kiss was so passionate, so deep and all-consuming, that she struggled to hang on to her sanity. She groaned against his mouth as he found his way back inside her with a couple of swift, seamless strokes. Her wetness instantly enveloped him again, prompting his hips to roll seemingly on their own accord. Malia wound her arms around him, holding him as close to her as possible. There was no more talk after that, letting their bodies do the talking, writhing together as if they were meant to exist that way.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby," he told her.

Immediately, she wound them around his waist with her ankles locked tight behind his lower back as he rocked into her. She moved with him, matching his tempo in a sweet symphony. There was no space between their flesh; and whatever tiny space remained was closed off with delicious, decadent kisses with lots of tongue. They savored every second in each other, every gasp and moan they elicited from the other. Her wetness compromised the friction between them as his dick slipped in and out of her with ease that still kept her walls snug and taut around him.

"God, you feel so good, baby," she moaned in his ear, weaving her fingers through his soft hair, anchoring him to her as though fearful that he would slip away at any given moment.

"I can feel you dripping all over my dick. You make me wanna pound this good pussy," he mumbled against her neck, his tongue swiping over her heated skin.

"Then pound it," she murmured, spearing him with a hot, hungry look when their eyes met. "Pound my pussy, Daddy, I need it," she practically begged, her voice a pleading whine.

"Bet." Caressing her thighs for a few seconds, he then propped her legs on each of his broad shoulders. Her gaze met the ceiling, clouded over with lust as he hunched over her, working his big dick in her. All she could see within the bluish hue of the small room was his larger, muscular body looming over her, like a glowing, almost nightclub-like dreamscape. His chest tattoos were a beautiful mural that she couldn't stop herself from worshiping, and she leaned up to drag her tongue along his nipple, flicking the hard bud playfully as she caressed his triceps. She was rewarded with harder snaps of his hips, his balls mashing against her ass from how deep he was digging. Every time she tried to look at it, she would grow weak from the sensitivity and fall back against the bed.

"Fuck, Joshua..."

"Mmhmm, I know it feel good. Your tight little pussy is creaming for me," he rasped. Holding her down to the bed, he circled his hips while buried in her for good measure, making her pussy greedily grip the entirety of his girthy length and wringing moans of pleasure from both of them. Dipping her hand down between her thighs, she rubbed on her clit only for her eyes to roll back as an intense fire lit inside her like a firework. Then, clearly intending to destory her, he sat back on his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding them to his chest as he thrust faster and harder.

"Oh my god," Malia sighed, planting one hand up against the headboard to steady herself. She could feel her breasts bouncing recklessly with each stroke, felt his long fingers grab one and massage it in his hands, then the other, arousing her even more. His dick pulsed inside her as she tightened around him with increasing frequency. She willingly let him take her as he wanted, because she wanted to feel all of him, savor the sight of him breaking down and plunging headfirst into that secret place of pleasure that belonged to them and them alone.

The tricky part was Josh wanted to take her there first. He switched up again by pinning her knees into the pillow on either side of her head, opening her wide. He fucked her like a man possessed, the force of his movements knocking the bed hard and repeatedly against the wall. His hard, pounding thrusts had her pushing her face into the pillow and screaming into it. They hoped the room was soundproof. Either way, he didn't stop, not until the coil inside her body unraveled, and Malia screamed again as she came, hard and hot, her orgasm flushing through her like a tidal wave. It was the sweetest, the realest, the product of the joining of not just their bodies, but something deeper, too.

Josh must have been thinking the same thing, because when he stopped to stare her down again with those beautiful eyes of his, they glittered with warmth and affection. They gazed at each other, the stunned joy of their shared feelings morphing into something richer, something fiercer. He really did love her, she could see it right there on his face. She didn't quite know how she managed to miss it before.

The air between them thickened as they remembered they were still naked and entwined. Reverting back to their primal, passionate state, Josh moved again, thrusting all up in her dripping tightness. Malia gripped his hips to pull him deeper, her fingers digging into the flesh of his ass as he pounded into her with newfound ruthlessness. The mattress squeaked underneath them, mixing with their moans and whimpers and the wet slapping sounds of their bodies. He was close; his strokes became increasingly erratic, his grunts heavier and more vocal, his cock pulsing inside her pussy and his balls tightening.

"Fuuuck, I'm comin' baby, come catch this nut," he pulled out of her and quickly straddled her torso, stroking his dick in her face. Malia opened her mouth wide and poked out her tongue, watching his gorgeous face twist in painful pleasure as he unloaded in her mouth, thick spurts of his salty sweet cum flooding her tongue. Completely turned on, she rubbed herself with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, stroking him harder to milk him to the last drop. His deep, throaty groan broke her all over again, plummeting her into another incredible orgasm, brought on by the sheer power of his.

Josh's chest heaved as he watched her slap his dick on her open tongue, coated white with his release. He then ordered in a husky voice, "Swallow it."

Malia obeyed heartily, slipping his cum down her throat then gently sucked him off for a couple of seconds, moaning softly from the unique taste of him mixed with her. Josh fought off the urge to nudge his dick deeper into her mouth and pulled away to lie down next to her. The realization of what had just happened must have hit both of them at the same time, because with one glance at each other, they burst out laughing.

"Damn," was all she had the energy to utter, allowing him to pull her against him as their joint laughter rumbled between them. He fucked the shit out of her. She felt like a brand new woman, even now, as he ran his hands all over her body, gifting her with a breathless kiss to her succulent lips. "I guess Lina's plan worked," she giggled, snuggling against him.

"Yeah," Josh agreed, his features suddenly serious as he carefully tucked a loose piece of her hair back underneath her scarf. "I ain't like how you be pushin' me away, Malia," he grumbled, "Don't be scared of us and what we got."

Not for the first time, she wished she'd been brave enough to express her true feelings. "It's not you I'm scared of... I'm scared of us falling apart if we become serious, and I don't wanna live without you," she confessed.

Josh chuckled and pressed his mouth to each of her palms. "You already can't," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and smacked his arm. "You don't gotta agree."

"It's the truth though. But like I said, I love you and I'm not going anywhere. I mean that," he promised.

Hearing those three words from him again made her feel all giddy inside. "I love you, too," she whispered, smiling softly against his lips when he dropped a tender kiss to hers.

"How long's it been since we last fucked?" he inquired.

Two months and three weeks, but who was counting? "Couple of months," she answered, keeping it cool.

"Shame on us. I think we can make up for it, right?"

Malia raised an eyebrow when he started to crawl down her body, sprinkling butterfly kisses down her belly until his head was between her legs. Her body flushed with need. "You know we need to go to bed, right?" she questioned, her fingers sneaking into his hair despite her half-hearted protest.

"I know. But this pretty pussy is callin' my name." He winked at her and bit gently on her inner thigh, dangerously close to her throbbing treasure, soothing the skin with a wet lick. Her keening moan was all he needed to hear. "Now lay your sexy ass back and let Daddy eat."

And with that, he bent his head and spread his mouth over her, wiping every rational thought she owned with mind blowing pleasure.

THE END

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𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘; eren yeager featuring: eren yeager x fem! scout reader content: eren introduces you to his group of friends, but can't keep his hands to himself. content warning: semi-public masturbation, fingering hi it's malia: oh oh, those aot guys have a good grip on me.

When you agreed to this little gathering, you actually thought it would be a small one. Instead of inviting his two best friends, Eren decided it was time to meet the entirety of the group. Two turned into ten. The table at the small fast food restaurant was filled with the friends, talking away about their day and how they plan to spend the weekend. None had very specific questions for you, they only were curious about what you looked like, and if Eren treated you good enough.

For the past ten minutes, he did not fail to impress them, how kind he was to you. Sharing his drink with you because you wanted to taste the liquid mixture, or even placing those soft, featherlight kisses against your temple. It was adorable. It was a situation they have never seen Eren in. Sure, he dated Mikasa, but the black-haired female was into way more hardcore parts of life than you.

What none of them saw, was Eren's little devilish play underneath the surface of the table. A hand placed on your thigh, using his fingertips to spread your legs apart for him. The dress, you decided to wear earlier on, turned out to be your worst mistake. Eren already head a plan as soon as he saw the height of the table.

"Open up for me," The words were formed with his mouth, not speaking a sylabelle but you knew exactly what he wanted from you. Eren was just the kind of guy, who couldn't keep his hands to himself, and always loved the risk of such situations.

How embarrassing it could be, if his friends found out what was happening underneath the table while they sat around, and held a simple conversation. While Eren smiled at them, his calloused fingertips drew lazy circles over your hardened nub. Whimpers and whines swallowed by the clenched fist in front of your mouth, which offered your chin a place to rest. It was always the same with him, it was not the first time, Eren decided that waiting until their arrival at home was not an option.

"How long have you been together? I don't remember Eren telling us," Sasha clapped her empty hands together, the piece of meat in her mouth not completely chewed as she smiled. It was a normal moment, no one bothered how much she ate or how she combined eating and talking. It was Sasha, it was normal for her.

"Oh, it's been -" Your answer, infiltrated by sweet happiness, was interrupted by a deep breath. The conversations around the table ended abruptly as their caring stares landed on Eren and you. That little bastard, you thought, clenching your thighs together and squeezing your boyfrend's single finger.

While attempting to uphold a common conversation with one of his friends, Eren used the distraction simply to mess further with you, and your body. A long, slender finger gathered the wetness between your puffy folds and entered your sweet pussy without a warning. "Are you okay?" Armin worriedly piped up fron the side, his caring gaze switching between Eren's calm face and your furrowed eyebrows. You nodded your head as an answer, inhaling a deep breath to calm down your nerves.

Eren ran a hand through the front part of his hair, brushing the strands of chestnut hair out of his face and back behind his hair. He watched with hooded eyes, how you attempted to save the situation from being caught in the act.

"I don't think Eren's little experiment drink was good for me," You spoke up, forcing yourself to giggle lightly at your own words. The worry disappeared from several faces, while Mikasa's lingering glare made it difficult to focus. After all, the clenching of your thighs only animated Eren to fight more to receive what he wanted.

His long finger slowly moved, in and out only a bit but curling when his knuckles touched your folds. "Nothing for the weak stomach," Connie added from the other side, taking another gulp of his glass. Nodding your head again, you agreed before turning back to Sasha to answer her question from earlier. "Barely over a year,"

"Oh, that's longer than we imagined," Hange laughed loudly, patting Levi's back multiple times with her flat hand. Oh, the stoic man truly hated the touch of someone, holding the cup in his very own special grip while raising the hot tea towards his mouth. "Don't think about it, Levi's a little special," Eren informed from the side, nodding his head towards the black-haired with the tired gaze.

"Hm," You added, leaning further forward and spreading your legs for Eren underneath the table. After all, his knuckles rubbing against the insides of your thighs wasn't necessarily good for your skin, and the confident male beside you, would not accept a decline from your side.

So, you let him play his little familiar game with you, and your pussy. A second finger added, Eren switched between a calm or harsh pace to not draw any attention on the two of you, or the activity happening. By the time, the food plates decorated the table, the sweat gathered on your temples.

Eren wasn't going very easy on you this time, as if he wanted his friends to notice that he couldn't keep his hands off of you. Calloused thumb massaged your clit in circular motions, slipping from left to right with all the arousal that gathered between your thighs.

Oh, he was having so much fun.

Elbow propped up on the table, jaw placed in his unoccupied hand while smirking so confidently. Listening to conversations going on, Eren started eating, while having his finger still buried so deeply inside of his favourite warm place.

You were in for a long night, the sneaky glances coming from Eren already said so much. But therefore, he was in for a sweet punishment, once the safety of his apartment was reached. Plans started to unfold in the back of your mind, and a smirk, almost as equally mischievious as his, spread across your face.

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Monique at this point idk what associates with dilf!derek cuz he basically is now with Eli so😆 would you be up for something like Der picking you up from a night out all drunk and he’s all sweet and patient with you?

TIPSY | D.H.

word count: 1k

warnings: reader being a lightweight, mentions alcohol consumption- I included your idea of reader meeting eli as well, fem!reader, age gap

Derek was surprised, to say the least when you told him you were going out for some drinks with Malia, for many reasons but the biggest was the fact that he knew without a doubt that you were a lightweight and in comparison to Malia who quite literally couldn't get drunk, he knew the night wouldn't be ending all that well for you. So, when Malia called saying you refused to let her drive you to her place because you insisted that Derek pick you up, he wasn't surprised and didn't waste much time driving over to the bar to get you.

He heard Malia lovingly reprimanding you before he even turned the corner to see you sat on the curb, twiddling your feet to the beat of the music streaming out from the bar, looking a lovely mess as you hummed along. He couldn't help a small grin at the sight of you, already expecting a rough ride home when you jumped up and stumbled, caught by a very frustrated yet not any less caring Malia who was just as happy as you were when he stopped in front of you.

"Bear," you cooed, excitement earning a little hiccup from you as you reached for him, his arms ready to catch you as you hugged him, hands snaking around his torso as you brushed your face up and down his shirt, unintentionally mimicking a cat, delighted by the fact that he came.

"Hi, honey," he purred right back, a warm hand resting on your lower back as he shook his head, knowing the use of the pet name would keep your dazed mind busy long enough for him to turn his attention to his cousin watching the whole scene play out. "You were supposed to watch her," he reminded her and looked down at you, eyes fighting to stay open as you brought a hand up to fiddle with the zipper of his jacket. "How much did she have to drink?"

"Not enough to have her this drunk," Malia argued and she was right, you'd have defended her if you were more yourself, you truly only had a few cocktails, maybe a few more than you should've but definitely not enough to have you pushing a little past tipsy. "She only had a few of those sweet drinks, she clearly just can't hold her liquor."

"Okay, thank you for calling me and for staying with her, I'll take her to my place," you were happy with that, looking up at him with big eyes and your chin on his shirt as he brushed some smudged mascara from the side of your eye. "You like the sound of that?" he teased and when your smile grew he simply had to kiss your nose, it's boyfriend taxes for having to witness such cuteness without warning.

"Is Eli home?" now, were you sober that question would not have made you excited, were you sober you'd have been completely terrified to officially meet Eli for the first time in this state. You'd heard all about him and him about you, greeted each other over voice notes, or waved at him over facetime before he headed to school, but never the big deal first meeting.

"He is," you gasped, and pulled away, wiping at your face, then softer than a second ago you brought a hand up to wipe at his as well, fixing his beard and nodding when you approved of your work.

"Now we look pretty," you explained and turned to Malia who had assumed you'd forgotten that she was there, to begin with. "Do you want to come to meet Eli too?"

"I think we've had enough Malia time tonight, don't you?" Derek was already searching for his keys in his pocket, a little nod telling Malia that he owes her for looking out for you, the girl giving you a quick side-hug and pretending to ignore you very loudly saying goodbye to her.

It was a mission getting you into the car, you insisted on walking yourself and failing horribly at the act, you'd never really mastered walking in heels sober let alone a little drunk but Derek humored you. However, when you were trying to buckle yourself in with shaky hands and pouted lips he decided to step in.

"You all settled in?" he asked, looking around to make sure you were comfortable, a stray jacket he'd left in the car already propped behind your head and legs folded rather uncomfortably under you.

"Almost," you breathed and he raised a brow at you, curious about what you needed, trying to think of something to use in case you were feeling sick but you simply pouted your lips more, lifting a red-painted finger to point at your lips. "A kiss," you demanded and he would be cruel to make you wait, he wanted to cave instantly, but of course, he didn't.

"You want a kiss?" his hand was still on your stomach from where he held you back to buckle you up and he was happy for that because it gave you an excuse to touch him, both hands gripping his as you nodded. "Alright, since you asked so nicely," and he didn't make you wait any longer, brushing a quick kiss onto your impatient lips.

"Okay, now you can take me home," he laughed lightly at that, squeezing your hand before closing the door and walking around to the other side of the car. You took hold of Derek's hand again as soon as the car started, twisting yourself so you could watch him, the smile not leaving your lips as he drove, not even when you started falling asleep.

Derek carried you into the house, trying to be quiet in the living room but it wasn't much use when he bumped a lamp with your legs, cursing under his breath when the light in the hallway turned on a few seconds later, a tired and confused Eli stumbling into the room.

"Dad?" he was barely awake, looking around for context clues until his eyes landed on you, fast asleep in his dad's arms, snoring lightly and Derek quickly reminded the boy to be quiet. "Is that Y/n?" he asked, much softer this time, with many more questions on the tip of his tongue after his dad nodded. "Is she okay?"

"She's fine, I'm going to get her into bed and then I'll explain," and that's what he did, cooing softly when you moved around after he tucked you in, mumbling incoherently but cuddling further into his pillow, entirely unphased by your surroundings now that you were surrounded entirely by his scent.

"You have a girl in your bed," Eli noted from behind the kitchen counter, a smirk on his face as he took a long sip from his glass, the now empty jug of orange juice standing next to his fisted hand.

"I've never done that before," Derek replied, looking back to make sure he closed the door before joining his son in the kitchen. "I didn't want it to happen like this, I know she didn't either. We had a plan and I was supposed to talk to you about it first."

"It's fine, dad," he sighed, and Derek was surprised to see the smile on his lips, the boy looking rather smug from where he stood. "It's not like it's just some girl, it's Y/n," he stated very lightly, and he'd never say it out loud, but it was annoyingly obvious how much happier his dad was since meeting you and it was even more obvious how much he cared for you. "Your Y/n," he added and Derek wasn't sure his heart could be filled with so much pride because of such a simple sentence but he was wrong, very wrong.

"You'll love her," Derek beamed, in thought really, trying to figure out how to make the next morning as perfect as possible, for you and for Eli. "She's so special, Eli, you'll love her."

"I'm sure I will," he agreed and they shared a light laugh, them having a heart-to-heart was a foreign concept in the Hale house, foreign but entirely welcome. "So should I bring up her being drunk at breakfast?"

"Not if you enjoy living," and Eli knew the man was not kidding.

[b4rbi3l4nd]

SOS — i can't see it

NEW CHAPTER IS UPPP, again, I will never stop thanking y'all for all the support on the last chapters, y'all's comments make me so happy pls 😭 anyway, hope y'all like this chapter!! and i apologize in advance for what goes down in this chapter, also if this feels rushed, i apologize i was getting my hair done and i wanted to finish this chapter and put it out today, more was gonna go down but anyway. i also changed the age so y/n was 20 when she found out she was pregnant but she's 24 now and Shuri is 25, had to do it based on the MCU timeline lol, MB, also for some reason I cringed a lot writing the last scene bc the WORDS was just so unholy but ANYWAY ENJOY

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋

GIF by mandalor-din

series summary: you broke up with shuri a few years ago and left wakanda for good until namor. now that he's killed the queen and multiple wakandan civilians, he's seen as a great threat and as former second in command at shuri's lab and wakanda's loyal warrior it is your duty to return and fight for your country. but a certain somebody makes the mission way too hard to deal with.

episode summary: a hasty decision you don't agree with and an uncomfortable realization leads to you and shuri having to talk things out. one thing leads to another and the next thing you know, you wake up in her bed. awkward

genre: ANGST, slow, slow, slow burn, smut

pairing: shuri x black fem reader

episode warnings: mature dialogue, suggestive dialogue, suggestive scenes, smut, cursing, trauma, shouting, mentions of death, suicide, missing people etc. this is a series. you are currently looking at the fourth chapter of the series, please go to my profile to read the previous chapters before continuing (if you haven't read the other chapters yet, if so, please continue)

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proofread?: no but if there are errors then it's grammarly's fault.

word count: girl idfk

inspirations: 'SOS' — SZA

song: 'Blind' — SZA

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You sit in front of the throne room, your legs crossed as you nervously moved your legs up and down, trying to listen in on what the elders and Shuri were deciding on doing about the baby.

"I say we get rid of her and the baby." An elder proposed. "We don't need another repeat of Killmonger."

"Exactly." Another elder agreed. "And we don't even know is this baby is of royal blood."

"Not only that but this baby will be the grandchild of Namor. If someone like him has access to Wakanda? We've good for."

"This is an innocent baby you all are talking about." Shuri interjected, looking between the elders. "They haven't even been born yet, and you're looking to them as a threat."

"I say we let her have the baby and then once it's born we kill Malia and raise the child as our own." Elders added.

"We can't just kill her off like that.." Shuri muttered. "Eventually the child will grow up wondering what happened to their mom and then...killmonger all over again."

"So what do you suggest we do my queen?"

Shuri took a deep sigh, her fingers resting on her chin as she looked around the room.

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The doors to the throne room opened up as Shuri walked out, you immediately stood up, walking next to her.

"Hey, what are you all going to do in there?" Shuri looked at you and then back forward.

"We've come to an agreement of what we're going to do to the baby. If it's not mine then, she'll be sent back to country."

"And if it is?"

You didn't even give her a chance to respond as your eyes opened wide. "Wait what? Send her back to her country? Are you crazy?"

You guys turned a corner as she just ignored your words.

"If it is mine, then she'll be sent back to her country, after 9 months, the baby will return here to be raised in Wakanda."

"Why are we sending her back to her country? Are you trying to get us all killed?!" You whisper shouted at Shuri who sighed deeply.

She pushed open the door to the infirmary to see the doctor standing there, Malia laying down on one of the beds and Okoye and your mother standing next to the wall, shaking their heads.

"Well? How far along is she?" Shuri asked, glancing between her ex and the doctor.

The woman whispered as she spoke. "8 weeks my queen."

You bit the inside of your lips. Fuck, that means she was pregnant when you hit her. Are you serious?

You looked down, you knew what they were going to ask next, if the baby was Shuri's or not. And they can find that out. You know that because an elder of your tribe had it forcefully done on you when he suspected you of engaging in sexual activities with the princess.

When Shuri found out of course, he was executed.

"Well, is it of royal blood?" Shuri asked.

The doctor showed some papers as she answered "The blood came out a bit clotty and the tests were hard to run because of this but so far, yes. It is your child, my queen."

You let out a shaky breath you didn't know you had in you as images of Shuri and Malia filled your head. You puffed up your cheeks and looked down and turned around. "God."

Shuri also sighed deeply and pressed her temples.

"What are we going to do my queen?" Okoye asked as Shuri thought for a moment.

"Keep her locked up for now. She'll eventually be sent back to her country. After 9 months, the baby will be brought back to be raised in Wakanda. Yeah.."

"Are you serious?!" You turned around to Shuri, furious as ever. You deeply cared about your country and she was a horrible decisions maker.

"She goes back to her country, okay, what happens next? Namor is enraged that she's pregnant with your baby and he knows all the key entrances to Wakanda. We're doomed, dead. Gone." You add to it.

"Well we know what they're planning, so we'll be ready for him?"

"Really? Ready for him like how you were all 'ready' for those last 2 attacks? HM?! Why don't you just kill her and the God-forsaken baby."

"Y/N, that's inhumane. I can't just kill her and an innocent baby...especially since she was my girlfriend for almost 4 years.." Shuri added.

"OH BUT YOU CAN LOCK UP THE ONE YOU KNEW FOREVER?!" You raise your voice at her sharply. Your eyes had turned dull and the only thing behind them was fury. You were seeing red, you felt like you were going to kill Shuri and Malia herself.

"Don't think you're out of the clear because of this whole Malia thing because you're not." Shuri snaps at you. She didn't even raise her voice this time but it felt like she did. She walks past you, leaving the infirmary as Okoye follows her.

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You smile over to another person at the lab before turning back to your dehydration device. You were working on one of the heaters to try and distract your mind.

The whole Malia and Shuri situation had your head spinning in multiple different directions.

The guy you were working with at the lab was currently engaging with you in conversation and his voice kept getting drained out by your thoughts.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" You look at him and he smiles warmly at you, repeating everything. "Oh yeah, you're right...this goes here..." You fix some stuff on the heaters before you hear a voice speak above you.

"Y/N, can I talk to you alone please?"

You look up to see Shuri staring down at you sternly and you gulp silently before nodding, wiping your hands on your white suit. You were too distracted with your thoughts to change.

She walked down the stairs and out of the lab as you followed. In the hallway, she pull you to a corner but her grip was less strong than you thought.

"Look.." She started as you looked up to her. She was staring at the ground nervously and you raise an eyebrow.

"What, you sending me back to Nigeria?" You ask and she slowly shakes her head.

"No..um, Okoye said some things to me earlier that really stuck with me and I feel like I owe you an apology." She looks directly in your eyes after the last bit, her stare now more genuine and sympathetic.

Your posture straightened as you folded your arms. "I'm listening." What an interesting change in direction.

"Ever since you got here, I haven't been..myself and I know that now because...because.."

"Because?"

"Because I'm still in love with you Y/N."

Your eyes widened at this revelation and you blinked multiple times. "What?"

"I know yeah, it's inappropriate and I shouldn't be feeling this way but I can't help it and I expressed that in the worst way possible and genuinely, I'm sorry."

"Shuri I-"

"We don't have to talk if you're uncomfortable."

"No, no." You interjected. "I'm just surprised is all." You weren't expecting that and if you're honest, you are also still in love with her, no matter how many times you guys argued or you cursed at her, you've just been through too much together.

"I...I'm still in love with you too and..there's no running away from it. I'm a grown-ass woman...we're grown-ass women, I mean you're 25, I'm 24...we've got a lot of growing up to do." You finish.

"You've got a lot of growing up to do." Shuri said.

You rolled your eyes. "Don't start with me now Shuri."

A small laugh came from her as you looked up to see her chuckling. A smile formed on your lips as you laughed along with her.

"I missed this.." She said, looking at you with genuine eyes. Those beautiful eyes that once held hatred behind them looked at you with love, reminding you of how you used to wake up with her every morning.

"Shuri.."

"You know, you would make a great queen if you weren't so stubborn." She said sarcastically.

"I would make a great queen because I'm so stubborn." You corrected her.

"Ah-" She started.

"If- If that was what I wanted.." You backtracked on your statement, putting your hands out. A few moments of silence went by before she spoke out.

"I...don't want to fight with you anymore Y/N." She voiced out, a small frown appearing on her face. "And I'm not asking you to date me or anything I just..." She paused and sighed. "You came here under work circumstances and it was unfair for me to treat you inappropriately so, let's just keep it professional for the rest of your stay or we could be.."

"Friends?" You asked, raising your hand for a handshake.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

Your hands locked together and she shook your hand, causing you both to smile.

Finally, peace at last.

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It's been 2 weeks since you and Shuri made up and frankly, you've never loved being around her more. You were starting to see the more innocent and playful side of her that you loved being around. You 2 were always joking in the lab and you especially loved it when you and Riri joined forces just to bully her.

It was peace in Wakanda and the only thing stressful was the fact that Talokan could attack any minute now, which is why Shuri was taking out the whole staff to celebrate that night.

No guards, no work, just fun and dancing and that's exactly what you were doing.

Riri helped you get ready for tonight, she said you needed to get your "hoe" on. Not sure why, but whatever.

She had you wear RED lingerie because

"Red is the sexiest color duh," Riri said, shoving the savage x fenty set in your face.

And a bodycon black top that was slightly see-through, paired up with a leather skirt.

"Only on the cleavage and sleeve parts, I'll let you have your dignity."

Not that the top even had to be see-through for everyone to know what your cleavage looked like anyway.

"It's kinda your brand now, own it."

Matching black pumps and red lipstick.

"You're like the only person I know that fits red lipstick. Here, I'll do it. Not too much lipstick, only on the bottom, don't forget to blend in the liner and a bit darker on the top lip and ooo, gloss. Just a little bit tho, it works on you though right?"

Bold eyeshadow.

"We want them panties dropping TONIGHT!"

And for your hair, natural but with your edges done, of course.

"Your natural hair already looks like a Brazillian blow out so, not too much."

And a black purse with gold, to match.

"Okay, we're done and wow you look hot."

"I always do, let's be for real here." You say as you both laugh in your bedroom.

Currently, you were grinding with that same guy you were working with in the lab earlier. He had his hands on your waist as you guys moved in sync to the music.

Once it ended, you excused yourself from the dance floor, catching Shuri sitting down next to the bar with her shades on.

"Hey.." You wave at her, sitting a few seats away. You're not sure if she heard you but she gave you a slight not. You couldn't exactly tell if she was looking you because her shades made it hard to tell but you nodded right back.

You were planning to let lose tonight. "Can I get a bacardi please?" You signal to the waiter and they nod. You watch as they pour your drink before you smile and take it.

You down it like a shot, before placing it down on the table, feeling the burn as it slithered down your throat.

"Phew...I'm gonna go back over there." You were talking to Shuri but you figured she couldn't really care, she opened her mouth to speak but shut it just as quick.

"Okay.." You stand up and walk back over to the dance floor, feeling a bit nervous but relaxed soon enough thanks to Riri.

You guys hands interlocked as you both danced to the music. Eventually, as you pulled away, you felt 2 hands on your hips again and they felt way too familiar, like they've been around there before.

You figure it was the guy from before and you let it be, dancing along with them but your face dropped when you looked up to see Riri staring at you, eyes wide open, mouth hanging out.

Okay, it definitely was not the guy from before. You look over to her, raising an eyebrow as your eyes signal a "What?"

She mouthed with her hands desperately swiping over her throat. "The queen."

Horrified, you turned around to see Shuri looking down at you, her shades were gone and you could see nothing in her eyes but pure lust and arousal. And that she was definitely like half sober.

You don't say anything, your body unconsciously grinding against her. Her head lowered to your neck as you let out a shaky breath when her lips connected to your sweet spot. The spot that she just loved to tease.

"Shuri.." you muttered out, starting to get lost in the feel of it.

You were brought back to reality when a cold liquid hit your top. You look away to see Riri in front of both of you.

"Sorry. I guess I spilled, you might want to go to the bathroom to get things cleaned up." She signaled with her tone and her eyes.

"Oh yeah..sorry." You turned to Shuri who had stopped and broke through her grip. You walked over to the bathroom, your mind racing.

You let out a deep sigh as you entered. It was currently empty, which was great. You grabbed some towels as you started to wipe down your dress, your thoughts replaced with what would've happened if Riri never spilled her drink on you.

"Need help?"

You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard the door open, Shuri's voice along with it.

She walked behind you, taking the tissue from your hands as she wrapped on arm around your waist, the other helping you to wipe your dress.

As time went on, it felt more like her grazing your breasts than her helping you clean up. Eventually, she grabbed a handful of one of your boobs and you let out a soft and unexpected moan.

You immediately covered your mouth, embarrassed as she chuckled behind you. She let go momentarily, giving you a chance to leave but you didn't.

In fact, you did the opposite. It was clear that your body wanted her, craved her. That you craved her. You leaned into her and you watched as she smirked through the bathroom mirror.

She slipped her hand through your skirt, grazing over your pussy. You let out a small moan as she began massaging circles, applying pressure. You bit your lip as you threw your head back on her shoulder.

She took the chance to capture your lips with hers and you watch it all happen through the mirror but then she stopped and pulled apart.

"I think we should go somewhere more private."

Now that she had already given you a taste of pleasure, you couldn't stop yourself, you wanted more. You needed more.

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warning: it's getting hot in hereee

As you entered her apartment, you looked around. Everything was still in contact from when you lived with her. The painting you made for your anniversary, still up on the wall.

You felt Shuri's arms wrap around your waist as she kissed you again, slowly and more passionately this time.

"Tonight, baby i want you."

She whispers between the kiss as you feel her hands taking off your clothes. You kicked off your heels as well, helping her out.

You guys walked backward, lips still locked together and hands roaming each other's bodies. She gently pushed you back on the bed till you were laying on the bed then she pulled apart and stood, looking at you up and down.

"Fuck..." She muttered under her breath as her hands reached down to touch your body.

"I love when you wear that sthandwa(my love).." Her lips connected to your neck as she slowly kissed all around it.

One of her hands wrapping around your neck as she turned your head, finding your sweet spot again, sucking on it now, hard but passionately.

"Mmm.." you moaned out as you felt a puddle forming in between your legs.

She didn't stop until the spot was dark purple before she pulled back, looking at your breasts.

"I missed these so much usana(baby)" Her hands grazed over your nipples, making them hard. She lifted you up slightly to unclip your bra before laying you back down again.

Her hands grazed over your nipples as she slowly took off your bra. Her lips connected to one of them, causing you to bite your lip, holding back an unGodly moan.

She sucked on them until they felt numb before she turned her attention to the other one.

She was being so mean, taking her time with everything and you knew she knew that you were craving her.

"Shuri..." you breath out as she looks up at you, humming in response.

"I need you to touch me.."

"I am touching you," She replied, lifting her head up as her panther chain dangled in your face. You hooked your finger around it to pull her face closer.

"You know what I mean, I want you to touch me..there.."

You take her hand and slide it down and around your curves until she reaches your pussy. She pressed her hand on it, earning a moan from you. Wow, she barely touched you and you were already cumming. You really needed her, huh?

"Fuck, I love when you get vocal entle.(beautiful)" She groaned as you wrapped your arm around her neck to pull her closer and kiss her.

She rubbed circles on you, lowering her hand before you felt her slip your panties to the side.

"OH-!"

You were caught by surprise when you felt her finger suddenly just slip in your wet folds. She found your clit without even looking because of course would...this was like coming home to her, she's been here before.

"Hm...? It's just one baby, you can take more than that right?" Shuri teased as you sighed.

"It just got me by surprise, that's all.." You muttered out, feeling her pump in and out of you.

Another finger slipped in, causing your hips to buck unconsciously towards her, earning for more friction.

"I think you're slowly killing me here.." You throw your head back, rocking your hips along to her rhythm.

Shuri chuckled as she kept to her pace before adding another finger suddenly, causing you to moan out suddenly.

Her pace slowed down as she used her free hand to hoist your hips over her shoulders. Once you were secure, she fastened causing your hips to jerk upwards.

You didn't even get a chance to moan out because that's when Shuri suddenly stopped and then she started hitting again but this time with more intensity and she was hitting your spot every time.

The spot that made you twist and turn like a worm. That made your toes curl up and look like it was doing gang signs. That turned you into a dumb babbling mess, that she just called you.

"OH SHURI, SHURI, YES, YES, YES!" You moaned out in pleasure as your vision turned white.

"That's it baby...keep going." Shuri groaned in your ear as she quickened her pace, you held onto her arm, feeling her restraint.

She was holding back but it still felt like you were getting hit with the force of a thousand bricks. She was strong most definitely.

She wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly and it felt like she was breaking your windpipe but you loved it. Filthy.

It felt like she hated you so much with the amount of force she was using and it felt amazing, euphoric even.

Your hips jerked again as you squeezed your eyes shut.

"SHURI!" You screamed out her name as she moaned even louder than you when she felt you clench around her fingers.

"That's it beautiful, ride it out...just like that.." She kept thrusting in you but she slowed down, letting you get down from your high.

You thought it was over, you were starting to sit up when you felt her take a long lick of your pussy, making you squirm but she held you in place.

She released her grip on your throat and you were sure her handprint was going to be there tomorrow.

"Oh my..." you breathed out, your back arching upwards as she took more slow, long licks.

"Shuri please...." You moved your pussy along her mouth, rubbing circles as you moaned. She pushed her fingers that were just in you, into your mouth.

"Suck." She instructed and you did just that.

"Mmm..." She looked down at you with hooded eyes before taking her fingers out of your mouth. Both her hands gripped your thighs as she held you in place.

You closed your eyes as her lips made contact with your folds. She licked them slowly, sticking her tongue in places you didn't even realize existed. She had you seeing stars, especially since you were already sensitive from your last orgasm. But she didn't care.

Your thoughts scrambled and fuzzed as you felt her tongue enter deep into you and then back out before going in and out again.

"Shuri you're so...soo...meannn.." Your words slurred together as you tried to gather yourself.

"Really? I like to think I'm being generous tonight."

And she was true, on a daily basis, she did way worse, she was a completely different person when turned on, it was crazy, a whole 360 change.

Eventually, your breathing started to get hasty and rushed as your whole body felt numb.

You looked down to see Shuri staring right back up at you as she feasted on you and your juices. The eye contact you made was intense and hot. You looked over to the mirror next to your bedside and the sight was enough to get you squirming.

"Oh Shuri, yes...just like that baby, just like that.." You put your hands on her head, forcing her to go with your rhythm. You rubbed your clit against her face, the friction becoming unbearable, especially when she wouldn't stop doing that with her tongue. Deep and fast strokes, it was driving you crazy.

"OH MY SHURI, BAST, OH GODDD!" You felt her slip another finger into you and as soon as she did that, she slipped 2 more.

The pleasure was enough to drive you crazy and it did. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your body gave out as you collapsed and screamed out her name.

"SHURI, FUCK"

Your breathing was ragged as you tried to catch your breath, your hand over you chest as you watched her clean up every drop of your release with her tongue. You looked back up at the ceiling as you felt her leave from between your legs.

After finally getting a hold of yourself, you look up to see Shuri walking out from her closet, naked and, 2 black boxes in her hands. She looked at you tilting her head.

"Pick one."

"There's more?" You breathed out as Shuri laughed. You've already been overstimulated, cumming twice already. Frankly, you haven't had sex in 4 years, there's only so much your body can take now.

"You're cute...pick one." Shuri instructed again.

You laid back in the bed, lazily pointing to her right hand. You watched as she opened the box, setting the other one down as she pulled out a double-sided dildo, powered by vibranium of course. It was a personal project she made just for you. It transmits energy and pleasure between the 2 users so you both can get off.

It still looked clean and fresh so could tell she hadn't used it in a while.

You turned your attention over to her body, her tattoos, the way her hair was slightly wet from sweat, her posture, her everything. She was just so attractive. You forced your head to look back up at the ceiling, taking a deep sigh.

Shuri walked over to you on the bed as she just looked down at you.

"You look so beautiful like this you know..laid out on our bed, waiting for me.." She whispered, causing butterflies in your stomach and vagina. Crazy.

She took the dildo and inserted the tip slowly into you but then stopped, moving it in and out slowly, making a circle shape as your hips slowly followed the pattern, causing you to moan out slightly, your eyes fluttering.

"You like that huh baby?" She breathed out before stopping sharply. "Look at me."

"I can't, even if I want to Shuri...I can't see, I'm blind." You say and it was true, your vision was currently fuzzy as hell and this normally happened whenever you and Shuri slept together, she just had a way of touching you that made you lose all your senses.

Shuri smirked before shoving the whole dildo into you, causing you to scream so loud, you swear a glass must've shattered or something.

"AGH! SHURI! SHIT!"

She silenced you with a kiss as she brought the dildo back out again, rubbing your clit with her fingers gently and passionately.

She used her hands to put your thighs on her shoulders before inserting the dildo into you slowly this time as she rubbed in circles.

She then inserted her side into herself causing her to moan through the kiss, allowing your tongue to slip through and wrap itself in hers.

The room filled with the noises of both your moans and your skin slapping against each other. She was just hitting your spot again with just so much force and the fact that you knew she was holding back from going harder made your mind swirl.

Your toes curled, your breaths struggled, your hands gripping all over and onto the sheets, your hips bucking and moving with her pace, and your vision was currently gone.

"Mmm, baby..." Shuri moaned into the kiss as she kept thrusting. You could hear her panting and struggling to keep her pace and composure.

"SHURI! MM!" You shouted as you held tightly onto her arms and thighs.

Her pace started to become uneven as she threw her head back getting lost in the pleasure.

"Just like that baby...just...like..fuck.." She struggled before she finally pushed you to the edge.

You screamed out her name again as your back arched so high, you could kiss the ceiling. She fell into you, pulling out the dildo but still pushing up against you.

You felt her cum hit your walls as you sighed. You guys stayed in that position before she finally pulled away, using her finger to push some cum back into you, filling you up.

You fell on the bed, lifeless, breathless and visionless. The rest of the night consisted of Shuri running a bath for you and giving you a massage while saying praises to you, as well as her changing the sheets and slipping on one of her shirts on you.

You had your legs wrapped around her waist, her hands fixed on your waist, one of them, moving up, squeezing your breast and then going up to cup your face as she kissed you passionately.

You willingly opened up your mouth as her tongue slipped in. You moaned into the kiss. This felt amazing, like coming home. Her warmth that you had missed for years.

She eventually pulled away before laying you down on the bed, kissing your cheek sweetly. She grabbed a bonnet from her nightstand and put it on your head. You remember this bonnet, you used to wear it all the time back when you guys were still together..and she kept it.

She eventually got in the bed with you, slipping the covers onto both of you guys, her arm wrapping around you as you sighed.

She held you close, like if she let go, you'd disappear.

"I love you so...so much baby...my beautiful girl.." She whispered sweet nothings into your ear as she rocked you to sleep.

Fuck, I am going to regret this tomorrow.

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[brinleyparke]

Steve and Chin's friendship is so underrated.

Part 3

When Steve was younger, he'd make his mom drive him to all of Chin's games so that he could study Chin's footwork.

Chin would go with Steve's dad to Steve's football games.

When Steve runs into Chin after meeting with Governor Jameson in the pilot, Steve gets a huge smile on his face the moment he recognizes him.

When Steve recruited Chin to the team, he only asked him one question: Did he steal the money? Chin told him no, and that was good enough for Steve. Steve knew he could trust Chin simply because his dad had trusted Chin.

Steve stole/borrowed $10 million from the asset forfeiture locker to save Chin's life.

When Steve was framed for murder, Chin rejoined HPD despite everything they did to him because he knew he "could help Steve more as a cop than an unemployed civilian."

When Danny and Chin get to Max's house after Steve escaped from prison, Danny immediately starts yelling and ranting, but the first thing out of Chin's mouth is "are you okay?"

Chin, along with the rest of the team, went to North Korea to save Steve.

Chin asked Steve to be his best man.

Steve took 3-4 hits to the vest for Chin.

After Malia's death, Steve knew Chin wasn't sleeping, so he'd call Chin in the middle of the night to see if he wanted to go get coffee. Then, he'd meet Chin at a cafe/diner near Chin's place and just be there for Chin.

In 6x25, when they got the news about Steve's liver, Chin (and the rest of the team) offered to get tested to see if he was a match.

Chin, along with Kono and Lou, went to Morocco to help Steve. While in Morocco, they helped Steve sneak into a CIA blacksite to save his mom.

When Chin got the call that Sara had been kidnapped and ran out of his birthday party, Steve was the one to follow him out, catch up to him, and calm him down enough to come up with a plan.

Steve, along with the rest of the team and eventually Adam, went to Mexico to help Chin get Sara back. While in Mexico, Steve got onto a cartel leader's compound twice to have a sitdown with said cartel leader so they could figure out who was behind Sara's kidnapping. After Chin trades himself for Sara, Steve tortures a guy to figure out where Chin is being held.

Steve was the first person Chin told that he was going to propose to Abby.

While Steve is close to everyone on the team, especially Danny, Chin was Steve's dad's partner, so I think that creates a unique bond between Chin and Steve. Also, Chin and Steve lost their fathers in very similar ways.

[ellena-asg]

Malia's funeral is sad, very sad, but I can't stop smiling while watching this scene. Boys come there (for Chin) together, like lovers who want to console their friend - the friend who lost his love. They're sitting on their boards next to each other, so close. They're holding hands, so tightly. They're like One. One body, one soul. They're feeling the same.

And when you forget that it's a funeral... When you look at them holding hands, wearing lei, drifting on the water... It's so damn easy to imagine that it's a wedding on the ocean. McDanno wedding on the ocean. Oh, boys are always married but in this scene they're Very Very Married and the ocean is a witness.

Danno hates water? No. He feared it. He couldn't sleep while hearing ocean's sound. But the more Danny is with Steve, the more his heart changes. Danny learns how to love Hawaii, how to love the culture, the land, the ocean. He becomes more and more Hawaiian in spirit, Jersey is farther and farther away. He falls in love with his home just like he fell in love with Steve.

Yeah, I can imagine Danny marrying Steve on the ocean - marrying Steve and the islands.

[raybyanothername]

I don't want to give you any trouble, so I'll just ask for a few: 🫂💋🦊👑😈😎

🔥🔥🔥 Keeping me busy! Love it!

🫂 Perfectly Capable

This particular snippet feels so disjointed on its own... but I'm nearly done with the transition point! ...I have decided this fic will need at least 1 more chapter after this though. 😅🫣

"Aegon and Jace will be fine," Rhaenyra assured her younger son. She cupped his face in both of her hands as she smiled, "They shall make up, once they've both had time to calm down. All shall be well again." "You're sure?" Luke checked, lips puckering as he searched her face. She nodded and wrapped him in another embrace, hugging him tight. Rhaenyra exhaled, holding the back of his head as his fingers twisted in her shirt. He sniffled and held tight to her side as she turned out the lights in the playroom and headed for her own chambers. She was not anymore surprised to find Joffrey and Tyraxes curled up in the middle of her bed than Laenor was to see Luke climbing in beside his little brother. "Older boys settled?" Laenor asked, gaze rising to meet hers as he reached out to brush his fingers through Luke's hair. She circled around to kiss his cheek. "More or less," Rhaenyra sighed, smile tight. She slipped into her bathroom. Her braids came loose with ease and Rhaenyra found herself staring at her reflection, considering all the similarities she could see between herself and her eldest. Her own face and Aegon's.

💋 It Only Counts If They Kiss

I wrote nearly 10k for this fic last week... the hyperfocus was *strong.* And apparently still ongoing. ^^'

Biting at his lip, Jace pushed a hand into his hair and nodded, "Part of it. I... I just figured, I've known the three of you a while, you talk about your lives. I should share more. We're... friends." He let the statement hang between them. Jace didn't exactly have many friends outside his cousins, his brother. Cregan really, that was it. "Right?" Jace checked, throat bobbing as he glanced up, watching the other man through his lashes. Brandon grinned. "Yeah, I was under that impression," Brandon chuckled, rocking forward to lean against the counter. He dropped his voice, snickering, "I won't tell Lannister if you don't." Jace agreed quickly, nodding emphatically, "He'd be insufferable."

🦊 Cry Like A Coyote

Finally past the bit I was stuck on!

Malia watched the antics with a decidely warm feeling in her chest. Something like joy, but softer. Lighter. A certain... contentment. She knocked Theo's shoulder with her own and grinned as he turned to face her. His eyes narrowed on her, chin rising, "What's that look for?" "Nothing," Malia kept grinning, lips twisting even wider as his brow furrowed. He sniffed, but found nothing amiss. Nothing suspicious. She smirked, "I just enjoy being right."

�� Concubine Beats King

Oh dear... this one was a bit terrifying for me because I actually have an 'outline' for this chapter for once. I do not work well with outlines... ^^' But! Progress was made!

"Dracarys!" Daemon gave the command and Caraxes doused the ships beneath him in flames. Comparable sailors, the Ironborn, but their ships burned like any other. He let one slip away, let a single frigate flee back to the Iron Islands with singed sails and their brothers ash upon their face. Perhaps they would think better of challenging dragons next time.

😈 Less Evil, More of an Ass

"If I finish this do I get a reward?" Theo asks as he plops into his seat. Stiles is shaking with silent laughter, eyebrow arching as Lydia's jaw clenches. "You want a bribe?" Kira arches a brow. Theo rolls his eyes. In the next second, Scott is slapping his chest with a copy of The Dread Doctors. "You'll have to settle for my undying gratitude," Scott grins at him and Theo bares his teeth. That only earns him a laugh, "And I'll ask my mom about the peanut butter bars." Theo gestures wide, kicking his feet and making himself comfortable. He winks at Kira, "I prefer terms like 'compensation' and 'motivating factors,' just to be clear."

😎 The Omega Prince

I ended up writing like 500 words... but somehow the chapter isn't done yet. 🫣 Only including a tiny snippet as I'm probably going to rework a lot of what I've written after a nap!

"Come on," Baela grabbed his hand, dragging him with her as she started for the building on the right. The junior school. Stout and boring, made with red brick meant to mimic the Red Keep, but with signifcantly less luster. Jace hung back for a moment, watching his brother disappear into the building on the opposite side of the school yard. Luke paused in the door of the primary school and Jace waved at him. Neither Aegon nor Helaena would ever be so silly. His sister disappeared into the main building quickly in fact. Aemond glanced back to see Aegon strolling up to the central door. He tucked his arms behind his head and walking slowly, pausing to call out to people, to mock them.

[maria021015]

Summary: Stiles and Zaida have both been plagued by the Nogitsune are spending time in Eichen House to keep their Void counterparts at bay. Little does Stiles know, Zaida isn’t quite herself. Things get a bit spicy in the basement as they try to understand the Nogitsune’s connection to the space.

Stiles x fem oc

Exerpt from Rising Tides

Warnings: lime/mild sexual content, violence, possession

“Here,” Malia grunted slightly as she broke the handle of the door to the basement, effectively snapping off the lock as well. The door opened noiselessly and Zaida recognised the steps leading into darkness that she and the others had descended into what felt like a lifetime ago now.

“Thank you,” Stiles nodded to the werecoyote gratefully, the first to step through the doorway. Zaida was about to follow him, but something tugging at her gut forced her to look back at the girl.

“If we don’t come back, don’t come after us,” She advised Malia in a low whisper so as not to alert Stiles to anything amiss. “Go to Morrell and tell her that Zaida sent you. Tell her that you need to find Scott McCall. She’ll get you out of here and point you in the right direction.”

“Thanks,” Malia dipped her chin slightly, waiting until Zaida followed into the basement after Stiles before closing the door behind them.

As their eyes adjusted to the light they came to the bottom of the staircase and turned the corner. “Okay, so what exactly are we looking for down here?” Zaida questioned the boy’s urgency to venture down here.

“That night that I was sleepwalking and I thought I was in a basement, but I was actually in Malia’s den?” Stiles began to explain his reasoning for wanting to break into the space.

“How could I forget?” Zaida snorted, running her fingers along the wooden railing of the staircase. “Lydia heard voices that led us here for some strange, unknown reason.”

“Well Lydia was right,” Stiles’ jaw locked grimly as he scanned the area. “When I was dreaming, I was here. I saw it through the grate in the floor after Malia punched me.”

“Why would you have dreamed you were here?” Zaida mused, recalling a fact she’d learned years ago. “I thought you could only see things in dreams that you’d seen before in real life. But you’ve never been here before, have you?”

“No, but I don’t think I was in my head. I think I was in the Nogitsune’s.” The boy realised. “He had control over everything that was happening.”

“So you think that the Nogitsune’s been here before?” Zaida deduced his line of thinking, her curiosity spiking slightly despite the void within her heart.

“He’s either been here, or has a connection to this place. That’s gotta be why Lydia was led here that night.” Stiles confirmed with a nod, turning to the wall just beside the staircase. “In my dream, there was a marking on the wall.”

Zaida followed him towards the flat expanse of grey concrete and surely enough, there carved in the stone was a familiar symbol. “It’s the Japanese kanji for ‘self’. It’s what the Oni marked behind our ears when they were searching for the Nogitsune.” She identified, approaching and running her fingers over the deep grooves. “Why would it be here?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Stiles let out a heavy sigh, moving to the shelves full of boxes brimming with papers. “There’s gotta be something here.”

Following his lead, Zaida helped him scour the old records, pulling out pile after pile. She wasn’t exactly sure what they were searching for, but there were definitely a few things that stuck out to her. “This place definitely used to be a lot more fun - electroshock...ice baths...trephination?”

“Together we’re running two out of three,” Stiles snorted sarcastically, calling attention to the fact that they had endured both electrocution and an ice bath between the two of them. Unwittingly, he’d just given her an idea...

“No wonder this place is locked up so tight…” Zaida mumbled, putting the files back where she’d found them on a shelf just above her head.

“There's nothing here,” Stiles huffed, shutting the box he’d been searching through when he realised they were getting nowhere. Swallowing nervously, his amber eyes flickered to her. “Could you do me a favour? Could you just check the lines on my back? Just…tell me if they're fading?”

“Sure,” Zaida nodded and as she slowly moved over the boy turned around, allowing her cold fingers to brush over his spine as she drew the hem of his shirt upwards. She knew the effect she had on him. She could hear it in his sharp intake of breath at her touch. The darkened lightning strikes zigzagging over his back were almost completely retracted, and what little was left had almost faded too. A tickle of satisfaction rose within her and it brought a smirk to her lips. It wouldn’t be much longer now… “They're almost gone.”

Again, as she let the shirt drop leisurely, her nails scraped the warm skin of his back and he hummed with a slight shudder. “Too cold?” She questioned in a purring voice, leaning closer so her lips brushed the shell of his ear. She knew his reaction had less to do with the temperature of her hands and more to do with the fact that it was her touching him.

“Uh, a little,” He admitted in a hoarse voice. Stiles felt his heart race as Zaida's breath danced across the back of his neck, her proximity sending a shiver down his spine. He swallowed hard, his thoughts spinning like a whirlwind. Her touch, her voice, everything about her seemed to ignite a fire within him, one he struggled to contain.

“I can think of some ways you could help warm me up,” She challenged him, her hands snaking around his torso, venturing beneath his shirt once more to grip at his chest. She spun him around to face her, pressing her palms flat against his abdomen to push his back flush against the shelving. Looking up at him beneath a curtain of long, dark lashes, she watched his skin turn scarlet.

“Y-yeah, that would be...nice,” He managed to stammer out, his gaze locking with hers, the intensity of her amber eyes stirring something deep within him. Zaida's lips curled into a knowing smile, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. With a slow, deliberate motion, she closed the distance between them, her hand reaching up to brush against his cheek, sending sparks of electricity through him. Stiles couldn't tear his gaze away from her, his breath catching in his throat as he leaned into her touch, his heart pounding against his chest. In that moment, with her so close, he felt as though everything else in the world drifted away, leaving only the two of them suspended in time.

His eyes finally fluttered shut as she neared, dipping his chin and expecting his lips to be met with her own. Zaida had planned to kiss him - she truly had - but there was a sharp tug in her heart that made her pull back at the last second. Something cried out to her to stop, and she realised that despite it all she didn’t want her first kiss to happen like this. So she shifted her movements subtly, and instead of meeting his lips, her mouth traced a tantalizing path along his jawline. Her soft lips left a trail of featherlight kisses down his neck as her nails scraped along his abdomen, dragging towards his sweatpants. Stiles let out a shaky breath, his whole body trembling with anticipation. Her lips continued their exploration and Stiles felt a surge of heat rush through him, his pulse quickening with every touch. He tipped his head back slightly, offering her better access, a low moan escaping his lips as her kisses grew more urgent. Her warm breath sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, igniting a fire that threatened to consume him whole. With each kiss, Stiles felt himself falling deeper under her spell, lost in a haze of longing. Zaida's touch was intoxicating, her every movement sending him spiralling into blissful oblivion.

And as she finally pulled back, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips, Stiles could do nothing but stare at her in awe, his heart pounding in his chest. She disconnected from him only long enough to grasp his hand and lead him over to the old, sagging couch further into the basement. At that moment, he knew that he was completely and utterly enthralled by her, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Neither would she. There was a certain thrill that pushed through the emptiness in her chest, joined by a sorrowful ache that she forced herself to ignore. She had to do this - it was the only way to distract him and force him to drop his guard long enough for the Nogitsune to filter through and regain control. Whirling to push him down onto the dusty couch, Zaida climbed onto his lap, her thighs pressed against either side of his own as she lowered herself onto him. Stiles found himself blinking in disbelief, his chest heaving with the effort to catch his breath. His trembling hands rested on her hips, hissing through slightly gritted teeth when she pressed down upon him, feeling his body respond beneath the layers of fabric. Again it sent a jolt into her stomach, and she paused.

His eyes searched hers, trying to decipher the enigmatic depths behind them, but all he found was a glimmer of something he couldn't quite place. Before he could voice his confusion, Zaida slid her fingers over his body, weaving them into the hair at the nape of his neck before tugging lightly. His jaw tipped back at her coaxing, baring his prominent Adam’s apple to her. Stiles felt a surge of anticipation coursing through him, his blood thrumming in his ears, his eyes locked onto hers with a mixture of longing and anticipation. Zaida leaned in - battling her own consciousness threatening to creep back in - and pressed her lips to his throat in open-mouthed kisses. He tilted his head further back, pressing into her bruising touch as a coil wound tightly deep in the pit of his abdomen. Being touched by her was dizzying, but he needed more. His own hands shifted from her hips up to brush her hair back from her face, straightening his posture and tilting her face towards his own.

“I want to kiss you,” His voice tumbled from him in a low grumble, betraying his growing desires. As Stiles leaned in, his lips tantalizingly close to Zaida’s, he silently urged her to close the gap, longing for the connection he craved. But just as he felt her breath ghosting over his skin, a sudden hesitation rippled through her movements. She didn’t want it to happen now - not like this. Stiles furrowed his brow in confusion as Zaida's lips veered away from his, tracing a path along his jawline instead. Confusion clouded his features as he tried to guide her mouth back to his, but Zaida deftly avoided his attempts, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. A lurch of disappointment shot through him, mingling with a growing sense of unease.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he broke away from her, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he searched her eyes for answers. Was he doing this wrong? Did she not like it?

“I…” Zaida’s mouth parted to speak but no words would flow, her mind racing as she wrestled with conflicting emotions. He’d managed to break through to her in a way only Stiles ever could, and in that moment she wanted to tell him everything. She wanted to confess that she had brought him here to seduce him - to lower his guard so that the terrifying spectre could regain control over his mind. “I have to tell you something.”

“What is it, Zay?” His thumbs brushed her cheeks soothingly, striking guilt into her bones. Before she could confess to it all, images flashed behind her eyes. Images of him on this very couch with his head lolled back, throat sliced open and eyes wide and glassy with lifelessness. It was a haunting reminder of the darkness lurking within her, threatening to consume everything she held dear. She swiftly recalled why she was doing this. If she didn’t, the Nogitsune would make her kill him, and Malia, and everyone she loved. At least this way, they would still have a chance. This way, Scott, Lydia, Allison, and the others could still find a way to save them. After all, Scott always found another way.

"I...I'm sorry. I’m just…not ready yet," Zaida finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. It was only a partial truth, a carefully crafted facade to conceal the turmoil raging within her.

Stiles's expression softened, a flicker of understanding in his eyes as he gently caressed her face. "That's okay," He reassured her, his touch warm against her skin as he allowed her to slip back off his lap and onto the couch beside him. "This isn’t exactly the most romantic place.”

“That’s for damn sure,” She snorted, and he lay down across the sofa, gesturing for her to lie next to him. Relief washed over Zaida as she sank into his embrace, her heart heavy with the weight of her secrets. She rested her head over his bicep as though it were a pillow, feeling the reassuring weight of his arm curl around her waist.

They lay there for a while, Stiles mindlessly playing with the loose strands of her hair soothingly as his mind wandered back to the symbol carved into the wall. Who had put it there? How long ago? And why? Dozens of questions rushed through his head. Questions that he needed answered. Trying not to stir Zaida in case she had drifted off to sleep, she slowly untangled himself from her, sitting up.

“Where are you going?” She asked him in a tired voice, watching him walk back over towards the staircase.

“I just wanna check something,” He muttered, and the sofa creaked as the naiad got up to join him. She followed him over to the same wall as before, watching his rap his knuckled over the carved stone.

“What are you doing?” A stir of panic and anger rose within her that she recognised as foreign. Whatever was behind that wall, the Nogitsune did not want them to see it.

“Do you hear that?” The boy pressed his ear against the wall and knocked again, listening for an echo that should not be there. Reaching for a heavy metal sledgehammer on one of the nearby shelves, he pulled his arm back, preparing to swing.

“Stiles, don’t!” She cried out, but it was too late. The head of the hammer crashed into the wall and parts of the concrete crumbled away. “Stiles!”

The hammer landed against the structure again, and again, and again, until it gave way and revealed a dark opening. Dropping the hammer to the floor with a deep clatter, Stiles peered inside, and Zaida fought against her stiff muscles to do the same. Inside was a body, deflated into all but bones and wrapped in bandages. A sheathed katana lay cradled in the figure’s stiff body. Her stomach twisted as she recognised the figure from her nightmares.

“This is him,” The boy explained dryly. “The Nogitsune.”

“I know,” She croaked out, dread encapsulating her heart like lead.

“You’ve seen him too?” Stiles’ head whipped around to face her and she nodded solemnly as a slow knocking resounded through her head. She knew what that meant. She knew who was coming.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Reaching into the cavern, Stiles’ fingers opened the breast pocket of the body’s army jacket and pulled an old photograph from inside. His eyes scanned the faces of the two lovers in the image, immediately landing on the Japanese woman. “Recognize her?” He held up the image for Zaida to see what he was talking about. Next to an American soldier was a woman with dark hair and almond eyes who bore a striking resemblance to someone they knew.

Knock. Knock! KNOCK.

“Kira?” Zaida frowned in confusion as she felt herself slip away and her heart go numb. The photo had to have been several decades old. There was no way it was their kitsune classmate.

KNOCK. KNOCK! KNOCK!!

“Or an ancestor,” The boy suggested, pocketing the photograph. “I have to get this to Scott.”

Stiles slowly got back to his feet from where he crouched and as he turned a sudden urge overcame Zaida. She could do nothing but watch through the windows of her own eyes as her fist crunched into Stiles’ jaw. The boy fell to the floor, his skull hitting the concrete as he immediately blacked out. Trapped in her own mind, her limbs moved while she screamed at them to stop. The Nogitsune’s laugh echoed against the walls of her head as he controlled the strings that puppeteered her body like a marionette. She was helpless against it.

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 61: Are We Friends, Or Not?

Sam walked in her house that night, seeing her mom in the kitchen. She felt so stuck. Scott, Lydia or Malia can't remember who Stiles is, and the sheriff is denying ever having a son.

She didn't know who else to go to. Denise caught her daughter's glossy, reddened eyes and frowned worriedly. "What's the matter, baby?", she asked, walking up to the girl.

Sam sobbed, rushing into her mom's arms. "I don't know what to do. I want Stiles back…!", she cried. Denise held Sam tightly, rubbing her back. "Stiles, baby?", Denise asked. "Who's Stiles?"

Sam cried harder. "I don't know! That's the problem! I can't remember anything but he feels like he's missing and he definitely exists!", she exclaimed, wiping at her eyes and pulling out her phone to show a copy of the picture they took.

"Right there!", she points at the empty spot. "Someone was sitting there. But he's missing. I don't understand why.", she explained.

Denise hugged her daughter. "You'll figure it out. I know you will." Sam sniffled in her mom's arms before being sent to bed.

Feeling grass nipping at her skin, Sam's eyes open to the night sky above her. She doesn't sleepwalk…

She sat up and looked around before standing. She was in a clearing. The grass under her feet made her feel weirdly grounded.

"You've finally come back.", she heard. Turning around, her eyes widened at the sight of a tall woman peering back at her with a pleased expression.

The woman's dark head tilted in wonder. "Why do you look like you've forgotten me, child?"

Sam rubbed her arm, looking down at her feet. "Seems like I'm forgetting a lot these days…"

The woman moved closer to the girl, lifting a hand to raise her chin to meet her eyes. "You have to remember. You have to bring that boy back. He's on the brink of getting killed. Him being forgotten is only the beginning."

Sam's eyes widened. "I want to save him, but–"

The woman shook her head. "You'll figure it out."

Sam's eyes closed once more before opening them to find her room again.

That day, she decided to go to school, but it wouldn't be easy.

Sam couldn't focus on her classes. She spent her period in the library, researching the Wild Hunt. None of the research mentioned erasing people which frustrated her.

Later in the day, Lydia gathered Scott, Malia, and Sam in the hallway where she showed them a Library ID card of a boy that they didn't remember named Jake Sullivan. "It's a relic."

Malia looked at her, confused. "What's a relic?"

"It's an object with a fixed association to the past.", Sam said. "Like Indian artifacts."

"Exactly," Lydia nodded with a smile. "Jake's ID was left behind after he was taken. And Gwen found her sister's bracelet on her bedroom floor."

"How can someone be erased, and still leave something behind?", Malia asked. "A conservation of mass. The total mass of any isolated system remains constant.", Lydia explained.

"So, even the Ghost Riders have a weakness." Scott nodded, understanding.

Malia took the ID card from Lydia. "A relic would be proof that Stiles existed.", she said, inspecting the card front to back.

Lydia nodded again. Scott nodded. "And maybe we can bring him back." The school bell rang, interrupting their conversation. "Okay, we'll talk about this later?"

"Right.", Malia nodded, giving Lydia Jake's Library

ID card then left to go to her next class as well as Scott. Sam sighed as she stayed with Lydia. "You wanna get out of here?", Lydia asked.

Sam nodded, following the girl out of the school. Getting into Lydia's car, Sam looked at the girl. "How'd you figure the proof of existence was the way to get him back?", she asked.

Lydia sighed, starting up her car. "Ever since I found that card… I just couldn't shake this feeling that Stiles really does exist. If the picture wasn't enough, there had to be something else."

They arrived at the Police Station, headed towards Sheriff Stilinski's office. Explaining what was going on, Lydia handed him a library card. Stilinski looked at the girls, confused. "You want to search my house?"

"People are leaving things behind. So if Stiles left anything—" Lydia was cut off.

"Why — why would it be there?", Sheriff asked them.

"Because he was your son.", Sam said. "And besides, people don't just get erased. They leave things behind."

Sheriff sighed, thinking. "I couldn't sleep last night. So, um, I got up, figured I'd do some paperwork. The files were in the back of my car. So, I-I go to the garage, and some junk has fallen off a shelf and I stubbed my toe on an old baseball bat."

At the word baseball bat, Sam felt a twinge in her chest. One that made her want to let out a laugh. Why? Why was a memory, that for the life of her, so fond when she couldn't remember it?

Noah continued, "Without thinking yelled a name–" 

"Stiles. You said Stiles.", Sam said, smiling.

The sheriff allowed the girls to go into his home, only to be met with Claudia Stilinski.

"Is there anything I can do to help?", she asked. "No thanks, Mrs. Stilinski.", Sam dismissed. 

Lydia nodded. "Yeah, we should be fine. But thank you, Mrs. Stilinski.", she said, sweetly. Claudia nodded, clearing her throat. "Well, good luck." She sighed. "I'll leave you girls to it." Claudia leaving the girls to their assignment.

Sam looked around, frowning at the walls of the house. If her hearing were any better, she could hear the laughter of kids in the hall. It made her sad in a way.

There was a chance that Stilinski had a son, and he couldn't remember him, while Claudia is beyond blind to the preposition.

"You getting anything?", Lydia asked Sam. "Not really.", Sam says.

Sam looked at the pictures of Claudia and Noah that rested on the bar in front of her. In most of the pictures, Claudia seems more happy than Noah. What was the problem?

While Lydia searched some more, Sam's eyes caught a piece of folded out wallpaper on the wall. "That's awkward…", she mumbled, crouching near the wall, picking at the folded piece.

She almost jumped as she saw a figure beside her. Looking up, she saw a boy with pale skin, darkened bags under his eyes, and ruffled brown hair. He looked like he just came out of a fight.

"You didn't see it, did you?", he asked Sam.

"See what?", Sam asked. "It's right in front of your face.", he said, making her look at the wallpaper again.

Sam tugged at a loose piece, ripping it off the wall. She continued to do so until she felt someone's harsh grip on her arm.

She looked at the hand gripping her arm before looking to see Claudia looking at her with wide, concerned eyes.

"What are you doing?", she exclaimed. "It was bothering me.", Sam said, yanking her arm back.

"I'm sorry about this, Mrs. Stilinski. We'll leave.", Lydia said, tugging on Sam. "I think that's something we can agree on.", Claudia said as they left the house.

"What was that?", Lydia asked Sam as they got in her car. "Well, I saw a boy.", Sam said. "So you peeled off the wallpaper?", Lydia asked, confused.

Sam frowned. "It was just a little bit! It rubbed me the wrong way." 

"Something's off," Lydia said. "I understood if I took a permanent marker and went to town on her wall, but it's just wallpaper.", Sam said.

Lydia drove back to the school and managed to get into her mom's school computer, looking up Claudia's old school file. They read through, seeing nothing suspicious or unusual. They were back to square one again. Stuck.

She looked up once Natalie Martin showed up. "Were you two tearing Claudia wallpaper off of her wall?"

"No." Lydia spoke and Natalie tilted her head at the two. "Maybe. Yes.", Sam mumbled, looking back at the screen.

Natalie's eyes softened. "She's worried about your mental health."

"I saw someone in the hallway. Someone that Claudia didn't see.", Sam defended, frowning. "I think he was trying to help me find something Stiles left behind. A relic."

"Did you?", Natalie asked. "She stopped me before I could.", Sam said. 

Natalie chuckled, making her way around

the desk. "Probably because you were tearing her wallpaper." She looked at the computer screen, seeing Claudia's file on the screen. 

She sighed. "Oh, girls. I've known Claudia since high school. I trust her."

Sam frowned. "Just because you do doesn't mean that we do."

Natalie pulled up a chair, looking at Lydia and Sam. "You know, recently, Lydia has been bringing up theories about your supposed friend, Stiles.", she said then glanced at Sam. "I thought that it was her or Scott encouraging the thought, but it's you who's doing it."

Sam's eyes narrowed. "Are you really trying to blame me?"

"I just don't want my daughter to chase something that probably doesn't exist.", Natalie said and sighed. "Sam…do you know what a confirmation bias is?"

"The tendency to interpret information in a way that confirms an existing preconception.", Sam answered.

She nodded. "Yes. It's a biased perspective. You're looking for proof to support what you already believe is true. Only because you want it to be true."

Sam glared at her. "Stiles is real."

Natalie sighed. "But do you believe there's a possibility he's not?"

Sam's eyes blinked back unshed tears. What the hell was up with everyone telling her that Stiles wasn't real when there had been occurrences that showed the complete opposite?

"There are bits and pieces of things that I can't remember. There's a hole in memories I have and I can't figure it out.", she said, growing frustrated.

"You don't think I would want to give up this idea that Stiles doesn't exist? You don't think I wanna live my life with ease, to move on from this? Someone is missing from my life," she pointed at Lydia. "Our lives, and we are trying our damnedest to figure it out so everything can be fixed."

"I…I'm sorry." Natalie took off her glasses. "How about this? You tell me everything you know and I'll be your unbiased perspective.", she proposed.

Sam sighed and shook her head. "What I know are only bits and pieces, but they aren't getting anywhere. I saw that boy, I saw a woman the other day and she told me all stops have been canceled. But not just yet and I have yet to figure out what the hell that means."

It was an exhausting thought. She wanted to go to sleep if it meant that she could escape this reality to get her mind sorted out. Escaping from the reality that Stiles may or may not be real… she didn't like that.

If she was missing Stiles so much, she'd have to fight hard enough to bring him back. Later that night, she had to do her own research. The storm outside her house made her feel uneasy. She remembered that Liam mentioned that the ghost riders move through lightning and it was raining hard. 

The more she did her research on the Wild Hunt, the more she was sure that there could be a chance to bring back Stiles.

She'd have to.

Hours and hours pass by and she's barely able to keep her eyes open. She welcomed the sleepiness, easily falling into the slumber.

"Sammy! Hey, Sam!", she hears and opens her eyes. Squinting her eyes from the bright setting in front of her, she saw a little boy's smile. She could barely see his face, but she recognized the smile.

Why? Was this another memory vision? She heard his laughter and another boy's. The other boy, however, she recognized to be Scott. A younger Scott.

So they were best friends. All of them?

"Sam, you have to remember.", she hears the first voice say. She frowned. "I'm trying."

"You have to.", it repeated. "I'm trying!", she yelled. "I want you to be real! I want you to be here! I want my life back!", she cried into the blinding abyss.

"You have to find me…", she heard before waking up, slightly out of breath. It was morning already and she was more than frustrated.

The old woman's words rang through her head again. "All stops have been canceled."

She was running out of time.

Getting ready for school, she quickly drove her there, meeting up with Scott and the others.

"Everyone from the bunker has been taken.", she heard Scott say once she walked up to them.

"Everyone?", Mason asked, shocked. "How?"

"It doesn't matter how.", Liam said.

"Where's Malia?", Sam asked, gaining their attention. Scott frowned. 

"Malia is at the hospital. Argent's been hurt.", Scott said. "My mom's with them." Sam frowned. They were really losing.

If the ghost riders are too strong… how were they gonna be able to bring Stiles back and protect the others that got targeted?

Scott and Sam drove to the hospital to check on the statuses for both Malia and Chris Argent. On the way, Sam glanced at Scott as she drove. "I had a dream last night and you were in it.", she said, gaining his attention.

"Really?", he asked. She nodded. "You were younger. You knew me. You and another boy. I can only hope that the other boy was Stiles. Somewhere in my conscience… Stiles is real."

Scott frowned. He wanted to believe that too. He wanted to believe that they were fighting for a good purpose. To bring someone, that they couldn't really remember, back. From the dead or otherwise, it was a heavy thing to bare.

As they arrived at the hospital, they walked in and found Melissa McCall and Malia with another nurse as she pushed Argent back on his hospital bed.

"Mom, is he alright?", Scott asked. Melissa sighed. "He has blunt force trauma to his temporal bone, three broken ribs, and multiple surface lacerations which seem to be from…whip marks?"

Argent groaned a bit, wincing in pain. Scott walked towards him, ready to help him heal, but was stopped by his mom. "What he needs is a lot of rest.", she said and he frowned, nodding.

Behind them, they heard heels headed towards them and saw a stressed Lydia. "What happened?"

Malia spoke up. "The Ghost Riders took everyone. We barely slowed them down."

Scott shook his head. "Tell us you found something."

Lydia looked at the three sadly. "I found out Claudia never had children. So, Stiles can't be her son."

"What about a relic?", Malia asked and Lydia shook her head slowly. "There never was a Stiles, was there?"

Scott frowned, a shift in his eyes. "It doesn't even sound like a real name."

Sam frowned looking between Lydia and Scott. "Scott, I told you about my visions. This isn't something to give up on. We've come all this way."

"Yeah.", Lydia nodded in agreement. "We have to keep looking. Check the school records again. Or call Scott's dad."

"We're fighting the wrong battle.", Malia said.

"We're trying to bring Stiles back.", Lydia said.

"The Ghost Riders came back. We still have no way of stopping them. And whatever they are, they're real." Malia sighed. "We can't keep chasing someone who isn't."

Scott agreed with Malia. "He didn't leave anything behind."

"Just us.", Lydia whispered. Sam took a step back from them, her eyes stinging. "So that's it? We just give up? Since when have we done that?"

Scott frowned at Sam. "Sam–"

Sam held her hand out to stop him. "No. Because I have a feeling this isn't the first time you gave up on him."

Scott looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. She looked at all three of them. "I am so sick of everyone telling me that I need to move on or forget about him or forget the littlest speck of his existence. It's affecting my life as well as yours. And if we give up, shit isn't gonna be the same anymore."

She shrugs. "I dunno about you guys, but I would rather my life go back to the way it was than how it is now. I really think I'd prefer that over this bullshit."

Lydia frowned. "Sam–"

Sam turned to Lydia. "You were never like this. Helpful. Willingly helpful. Not unless it benefited you. But you changed. Why do you think so?"

Lydia's mouth shut. Sam lifted her hands to slap against her thighs as she rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "Hell, I even find the story of Jackson moving out of nowhere complete bullshit. At least not without you obsessing over him.", she said with a humorless chuckle.

Sam turned to Scott. "And you. We were friends when we were kids. We were. That dream was enough to tell me that and that picture is enough proof to me that somehow we are all friends. And that Stiles exists."

She shook her head lightly, a watery smile coming her face, "I can barely remember what he looks like, but he was there. He was there and he was telling me that I have to remember him. That I can't forget him.", she said, blinking back her tears. "So I won't. And I'll keep fighting because that's what friends do."

"Sam," Scott said. "We still need to focus on The Wild Hunt. We need to find a way to protect–"

"How the hell are we gonna fight the Wild Hunt and protect everyone when we let Stiles slip through our fingers without a fight?!", Sam yelled, overwhelmed now.

"There were a lot of people we disappointed and didn't save.", Sam said, her eyes burning with tears once more as she shook her head. "And I regret it every day. Matt, Allison, Erica and Boyd…", Sam said, making Scott's eyes widen.

The four went silent.

"How'd you know about Allison?", Scott muttered. Sam froze. How did she know…? Why did she list so many people as if she didn't know them? But she knew them? How?

"I-I don't know…", Sam said. "But this is what I mean. Everything's all jumbled up, and I feel like I'm missing so much more."

She looked down at her feet. "I feel like I'm missing so much. How did I become a werewolf? How did I get in your pack? How did all of this even happen?", she asked before looking up at the three before her.

"Everything's in bits and pieces for me and I can't get over that. Having memories that have holes in them isn't a good feeling. Which is why we have to bring Stiles back."

Scott frowned, a sigh exiting his nose. He didn't understand the girl or her ambition to bring this Stiles back. It didn't make any sense. None of it did.

Sam backed away. "I'm gonna keep fighting. You want to give up on him? Fine. But if he's the reason why I have the memories I have now, then I'm gonna fight to make them whole again.", she said and left the three in the hallway.

Getting in her car, she drove back to the school's parking lot and parked into an empty space. She took a few deep breaths and sighed. Sitting in the parking lot, she had one vision flash in her mind that confused her.

It was night. She remembered seeing an unconscious Deaton in the back of a black Camaro. She remembers a jeep. Someone in a leather jacket. A boy standing beside Scott. She still couldn't see the boy's face or hear their voices.

It was frustrating. The vision would just end with them outside.

Why?

She took another deep breath and got out of the car, deciding to walk around the parking lot. Why did she have that vision? Why would she be out in the school's parking lot at night with an unconscious vet in the backseat of the car?

What the hell happened?

Snapping out of her thoughts, a speck of light blue caught her sight and she looked to her right to see a lone light blue jeep.

She frowned, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief. Walking over to the jeep, it looked so old and banged up.

She ran her fingers from the hood to the passenger side where she could feel a little dent that made her shiver as well as causing her head to throb a bit.

She closed her eyes, hearing the same voice from before ringing through her head.

"Don't disrespect the baby!"

Her eyebrows rose.

"Hey, don't bleed out all over the seats, okay?"

She smiled a bit.

"Do you see the piece of crap jeep I drive?"

Her smile grew. "Hi, Roscoe.", she says.

[eneiryu]

pack finding out about homeless!theo fic, scene 2

[first part]

Liam isn’t exactly counting the seconds until Theo comes back into the house, but he isn’t exactly—not doing that, either.

Scott notices. He looks at Liam, brow furrowing, and then back at the door, and Liam can literally see it dawning on him that he’d missed something; that the scene he’d walked into out by Theo’s truck had been more than Liam had let on that it’d been. But just as he goes to ask—just as Liam finds himself thinking that he’s going to have to confess something, though christ knows what—the front door clicks quietly open, and Theo steps through.

He’s wearing a hoodie that he hadn’t been previously, zipped halfway up his chest. Scott’s expression immediately smooths out, and he smiles easy at Theo, claps Liam easier on the shoulder, and wheels away to pad deeper into the house; Malia had glanced around, looking for him. Liam follows his progress but only absently, reflexively. The next second he looks back at Theo.

But even as he is, Theo’s eyes are flicking back over Liam’s shoulder, and a split-second later his expression spasms with something too complicated to read. Liam glances over his own shoulder and sees Corey, his attention fixed on Theo and the muscles around his nose and mouth and eyes gone tight. Shit, Liam thinks, jerking back around to look at Theo, but he’s already on the move: he’s halfway towards the basement doorway already, weaving effortlessly through Ms. McCall and Stiles and Derek all milling around. Liam watches him go, his body already having taken a half-step in Theo’s wake before he consciously stops it—there’s only one way in or out of the basement, and Liam’s currently standing between it and the front door—and instead after a moment he reverses direction, and picks his way gingerly towards Corey, whose fingers around Mason’s standing next to him have gone a little white-knuckled.

“Corey—” Liam says, tone a mess because he’s not sorry, exactly, but he is something, but Corey just shakes his head.

“I get it,” he tells Liam, dragging his gaze away from the now-closed basement door, and to Liam’s face. Then his expression twists. “Or I don’t get it, but I—get it,” he concludes, kind of helplessly. His eyes and the quick shrug of his shoulders show the same.

He and Liam grimace at each other, simultaneously and without discussion, and then Corey shakes his head again and huffs out a breath.

“Just don’t ask me to—” he starts to request, quiet and really very almost pleading.

“I won’t,” Liam promises, interrupting. Corey’s eyes flick from him back over his shoulder to the basement door, and then he looks back and nods.

He turns and walks quietly away, leaving Mason with Liam.

Liam bites his lip. He realizes he’s got one eye squinted half-closed; a preemptive wince. “Mason—” he starts, but Mason just shakes his head.

“Just be careful, alright?” he murmurs, less a request and more an order, and Liam nods, fast and meaning it. He watches as Mason goes to join Corey, who’d slipped his way into the empty McCall dining room, and dropped down into a chair; he looks up as Mason approaches, and then reaches forward and buries his face in Mason’s stomach when Mason is close enough.

Liam looks away, but not before he sees Mason bring up his hands to wrap gently around Corey’s head, his shoulders, Mason tipping his head down to press his mouth lightly to the top of Corey’s bent skull.

In the basement, Theo is sitting on the futon that he and Liam had shared the night before, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He raises it when Liam comes down the stairs, threading his fingers together and then resting his chin on his thumbs. It leaves his mouth covered by his clasped hands, the color of his eyes above them somehow—heavy-looking, as he drags them up until he’s looking at Liam directly. Liam hesitates, feeling suddenly dry-mouthed, and then he swallows.

“Do you want to shower?” he asks.

Theo blinks at him, clearly thrown. He straightens up and drops his hands so they’re not hiding his mouth anymore. “Do I want to—shower?” he repeats, almost like he’s checking that he’d heard Liam right, like maybe he’s worried he hadn’t.

Liam nods a few times, and then glances away as he shrugs. “Yeah, I mean. You’re still covered in—” blood, both his own and Liam’s and several hunters’ besides. Sweat, tanged with that particular sharp edge that marks out stress, and random patches of grime, which Liam can see as much as smell; there’s a streak of it over Theo’s neck that he’s found himself staring at throughout various points. When they’d been standing close enough to share air in front of Theo’s truck earlier, Liam almost couldn’t separate out the lot of it from Theo’s own personal scent, and it’d set something in him to jittering. It sets something in him to jittering now.

“Yes,” Theo interrupts, before Liam can voice any of that. “Yeah, I’d like—” he starts to say, then stops, staring at Liam with this expression on his face like he’d said something he shouldn’t have. “Yeah,” he finally concludes.

Liam takes him upstairs.

Most of the pack pay them no mind, but halfway up the stairs to the second floor Liam glances down to find Stiles staring up at them, frowning. He blinks and looks away the next second, Lydia’s hand on his arm where she’d been trying to get his attention, and Liam loses track of him, then; the landing gets in the way. 

He drags his focus back to the task at hand, and jogs up the last few steps so that he can reach the hallway closet one door down just as Theo pauses in front of the bathroom door. “What are you—” he wonders, because Liam had started digging through the closet, but the answer ends up being pretty obvious the next second when Liam comes up for air holding a plastic-wrapped set of sweats. 

“Ms. McCall,” Liam explains regardless, waving them around a little. “She started stockpiling these things since we all kept coming back—”

—covered in blood and worse, and with most of whatever they’d been wearing pretty much a lost cause. Liam looks critically at Theo for a long moment, in particular the breadth of his shoulders, which even wrapped up in the relative bagginess of his hoodie are still pressing out at some of the seams. His thighs, too, jesus. Liam dives back into the closet and comes back out with the set of sweats switched out for a larger size. When he turns back, Theo is giving him a strange look, but whatever. Liam frisbees the sweats to him, since they’re just slightly too far apart to hand them over.

Theo catches them without difficulty, clapping his hands down around them like an alligator’s mouth slamming shut. It amuses the hell out of Liam for some reason, this small bit of absurdity in the midst of everything else, and when he finally remembers to look back up at Theo’s face rather than his hands, Theo is staring at him furrow-browed.

Liam frowns right back. “What?”

That seems to snap him out of it, whatever it was. “Nothing,” he says, shaking himself a little. He looks in at the bathroom through the open doorway, and then after a moment back at Liam. 

“Just—come back downstairs when you’re done,” Liam tells him, feeling compelled to say something in the face of Theo looking at him almost as if for instruction. “Towels are under the sink.” Theo stares at him for a moment longer, then nods absently, and finally disappears into the bathroom, pushing the door quietly shut behind himself. Liam stares at it for a few seconds—it’s paneled, one long rectangle covering just under two-thirds of it and then a square covering the rest—before he blinks and shakes himself out of it. He turns to head downstairs, just like he’d told Theo to.

Only—he hears the sound of the shower start up inside the bathroom, the steady monotonous fall of the water on tile, and after a moment he collapses sideways against the opposite wall, his eyes closing as he listens to it. 

He stays like that for a few seconds, breathing, and then he twists to put his back to the wall, and slides down it until he’s sitting. His head falls back against the plaster. He doesn’t open his eyes.

[trickster-archangel]

I was rewatching 4x01, and holy shit.

I had forgot the absolute disgust, I'd say the complete and mortal offense you can read on Steve's face when Danny more or less implies that he should, maybe, dunno, have told Gabby that he loved her (Danny, my dude, just a tip: I love you but you're an idiot. If you have to think about saying or not saying "love you" to your girlfriend you've been dating for one year, with whom you have, your words, something nice - wow, don't squander, isn't nice a bit too strong of a word??? - then you're doing it wrong, all wrong, epically wrong, and you better leave her and DON'T DATE ANY OTHER BREAST-EQUIPPED HUMAN because you're clearly dating all the wrong people since you refuse to say the word).

YoU wAnT tO tElL hEr ThAt YoU lOvE hEr?!?!1!1?1!

Steve, my dude, that's not what a supportive best bro should ask his best friend. That's a petty, peeved, jealous, annoyed, pissed reaction from someone who's painted green. Emerald green. Camouflage green. Bottle green. All the greens of the greenery.

Yes, sure, he backpedals by adding that he should say it only if he means it...which is the kind of manly bullshit that he thinks will make him look all wise and broody. Too bad, again, that Danny lasercuts through his bullshit (drunken confessions together on the lanai till dawn? sulky Catherine one afternoon at Kame's truck trading secrets about their favourite Neanderthal?) and snarkily calls him out on the fact that he, Steven McGarrett, definitely never told someone that he loved them so he cannot speak from experience.

Truth is, Steve doesn't want Danny to tell Gabby those three words. He doesn't want to her him say it, because if he says it then it's real, and if it's real then it's Rachel all back again because he fucking left a voicemail to Rachel, whom he had always sworn he hated and resented and with whom he had told Steve it was over, also the respect let alone the love (and he had lied to Steve, it was the only time but hell will freeze before Steve forgets that Danny couldn't tell him about Rachel like he's telling him about Gabby), and in the voicemail he said that he loved her, and if he loves Gabby then he's lost Danny again.

And then he proceeds to go save Catherine like his life depended on it. Sure, he's done the same shit to save Chin too, he almost died to help Jenna, and he'd do exactly the same for everyone in his team. And she's not his girlfriend anyway, right? Both Steve and Catherine agree on this, at least. She's team.

But Steve says I cannot lose her too. And sure, he's thinking about his father. But it does sound a little strange that he immediately feels the need to reaffirm Catherine's presence in his life, and her necessity, just when Danny tells him he should probably, dunno, maybe, tell Gabby that he loves her (as a treat, because she makes him happy.....I have no words).

When he found Danny with Rachel and understood that he probably would've left Hawai'i (and Steve) right away, his reaction was to bust his whole life and career and break into the governor's house. He had nothing left to lose anymore.

When he heard that voicemail and knew, just knew, that he could never compete with Rachel, his immediate reaction was to bring Cath to the charity event as his plus one. An event where only the members of Five-0 were present, with no plus one. No Malia, no Gabby (although abroad, yes) nor Grace, no Fong. No plus one. But Steve felt the need to reaffirm his grasp on Catherine exactly when he felt it slip away from Danny for good. Going away with her for his scheduled training. To mark his territory and make sure, to himself mainly, that at least he had Cath.

I cannot lose her too can be easily disguised as shock for another one of his people being taken away to punish him, but it also does sound, more subtly, probably unconsciously, as a knee-jerk reaction to having lost Danny, once again.

[sabokunsmalia]

ʚ 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞, 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬, 𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠 (𝗔𝗢𝗧 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡) ɞ

featuring: levi ackerman, eren yeager, erwin smith plot: very easy, asking them the fmk question, and seeing their reaction. mature content ahead!! content warning: mentions of sex, mdni!! hi it's malia: please, i can't get those hot aot men out of my hand anymore, but i will definitely do a one piece version too!

ʚ levi ackerman ɞ

"okay, listen," you raised your flat hands in front of your boyfriend, smiling widely. the way, you ran into his office without knocking, and how you stuttered between words because of your excitement, already informed levi that hange placed another parasite inside of your head. another little thing, she created. "let's play a little game."

"what game?" levi questioned, not a single muscle twitching in his face as he closely watched how you moved. and he already despised himself for even asking about it, and allowing you to explain further. "hange told me -"

"four eyes again," the captain scoffed, holding the small cup of tea in his signature kind of hold. bringing the brim to his mouth, he poured a sip of his favorite green tea into his mouth. eyes never leaving your face. "it's called fuck, marry, kill," you explained to him, clapping the flat hands together in excitement.

"fucking hange, what's that kind of fucked up game?" levi mumbled against the cup, holding it close in front of his mouth. actually, he wanted to smile, the left corner of his mouth already curling up slightly and the drink helped him to cover up. hange always came up with the worst games, and yet the funniest names. she was truly a specialist. "i give you three names, and you will tell me who you would rather fuck, marry or kill," you explained to your boyfriend, raising a finger with each choice.

"kill everyone, fuck and marry you," levi answered without moving a muscle, his voice still a deep and steady melody to your ears. blinking repeatedly at him, your lips parted and mouth opened, you wanted to scold him but the syllables died down on your tongue. "that's... that's not how it works, levi!" you complained, throwing the stack of papers placed in your lap on the table in front of you. the one piece of furniture which truly separated your two presences from each other.

"works for me," the captain shrugged the shoulders, the sole kind of emotion you were getting from him. a stupid answer for a stupid question. he would never decide between marrying or fucking you. what a stupid thing to even ask him.

ʚ eren yeager ɞ

"let's play a game," you suggested, turning around to switch positions. eren was sprawled out beside you in the double bed. an arm behind his head, a book placed in his lap as he read about several historical events. you turned from your side onto your belly, legs lifted and crossed in the air. elbow propped up on the comfortable duvets, the chin placed in the span of your soft palm.

eren seemed interested in what you proposed, wanting to hear more about the game. a thick, dark brown eyebrow raised in your direction, a couple of strands from his messy bun fell into his face. he looked way too good to be real, you always questioned how you ended up with such an attractive and sweet man.

"it's called fuck, marry, kill," you spoke up again, looking up through your thick, black lashes with a smile. oh, almost so innocent as when you tried to lure him into another exhausting activity. pull him into your deep spell again while hands wander. "continue," eren watched you closely, gesturing with his free hand in a circle to sign what to do.

"i give you three names, and you decide which one to fuck, marry or kill. you can only choose each option and each name once," you explained the instructions with raised brows, satisfied with how eren's attention lingered on your lips while talking. the brown-haired male nodded at your explanation, a one-sided smile on his face while waiting for the names.

"historia, me," you raised a finger for each name that once was spoken in connection with eren's relationship status. "and mikasa." and hers made you swallow as your throat tightened. you remembered exactly how long they had been dating, and that they still cared about each other, it made some situations difficult. "mh," eren hummed, closing his eyes as he thought about his answer.

"eren." you used your free hand to gently push your boyfriend, tellin him with actions that he was taking too long to answer. at least for your liking. you always felt like your confidence disappeared the moment mikasa was mentioned. "oh right," he chuckled confidently, playing with the messy bun on the back of his head. "easy, i would marry you because it's a lifetime thing. wouldn't want to waste my years with another woman when i could have you,"

you nodded your heart, feeling your heart thudding in your chest. eren's answer was sweet, so romantic but you still waited until saying a thing yourself. "kill historia, which would result in my own death trial, and fuck mikasa. just a one-time thing," eren shrugged his shoulders, not doubting his choices at all. you nodded your head, slightly disappointed about his choice but satisfied with his descriptions.

ʚ erwin smith ɞ

erwin had his gaze anchored on the stack of papers while trying to write down the notes of their last mission for the government. running his thick fingers through his blonde strands, the hair already looked like the greatest mess. "you need a break," you interfered with his circle of thoughts, raising your eyebrows at your boyfriend. he's been focused on his work for the past six hours, while you entered and exited his office multiple times. bringing him coffee, or a meal so he wouldn't avoid eating and drinking for an entire day.

"don't have time for breaks, babe," erwin answered, not even glancing up from the one paper in front of him. between the multiple files of murdered veterans and new cadets, erwin was responsible for them all as the commander.

"let's play a quick game, it will give you a slight stress reduction," you tried to convince him, leaning forward to place your elbows on your knees. the couch was starting to get uncomfortable from seating for hours, and waiting to finally receive attention.

"what game?" the pen slipped out of his grip, and he finally leaned back in the chair for the first time in hours. not even while eating the sandwich you made, he looked up or changed into a comfortable posture. "it's called fuck, marry, kill,"

"i'm intrigued," he admitted, placing his flat hand on his thigh, waiting for you to explain the rules of this little game. "i give you three names, and you have to give each name one of those, but can't use them twice. neither name nor option," you explained the quick rules, gesturing around with your hands. really hoping that it would not change his interest in the game. nodding his head repeatedly, erwin smiled. "alright, give me them names,"

"hm," soft fingertips rubbed along your chin, trying to find the perfect three names instead of speaking clear answers yourself. "levi, hange and me," you clapped your hands together, looking back at your boyfriend with a smile.

"interesting choice with levi," erwin chuckled quietly to himself, placing his thick fingers at his chin while overthinking. "marrying you, that's the easy answer for me, i would like to say kill both because i'm not entirely intrigued by the idea of fucking my subordinates but since hange's only loving titans, i would have to kill her. i'm not some fucking experiment," erwin did not look up from his thighs, overthinking what he was saying while trying to find explanations.

"you would fuck levi?" you raised your eyebrows, pupils slightly dilated while a smile crept its way on your lips. "for the game, it's my only leftover option," erwin did not seem pleased with the option but still somehow satisfied that his answers did not seem to bother you at all.

"great, that makes two of us," you clapped your hands together, stifling a laugh as confusion and surprise twisted Erwin's features.

[jjsstars]

for my fic One Last Kiss (wip) || art solo post

tags: major character death, angst, scott mccall/theo raeken

notes: thank you @thiamsxbitch for listening to me ramble about this <3 | we’re not gonna acknowledge that I drew this even though the full fic isn’t even close to done

The kiss is sudden, Theo’s lips pressed as firmly as they can be against Scott’s, there’s barely any time for Scott’s brain to catch on to what’s happening. He leans into it nonetheless, not exactly understanding why Theo’s kissing him so randomly, in front of the rest of the pack too. He knows Theo gets secretive around them, not wanting to be too open or vulnerable with the others.

It lasts longer than Scott thought it would. Standing in his driveway, Theo’s hands cradling his cheeks, the stunned silence of the pack allowing Scott to listen to how fast Theo’s heart is racing. It’s as if he’s just run a marathon to get here, and maybe he did. Scott didn’t hear his truck coming down the road like he normally does. It doesn’t seem to matter in this moment though, Scott too busy soaking in the taste of Theo’s lips, basking in the warmth of his hands that are placed oh so gently on Scott’s skin, every time they kiss he wishes he could stay wrapped in it forever.

But when Theo pulls back and Scott’s able to look at his face, his heart stops beating. There’s a drip of mercury spilling from his mouth, a drip that’s slowly growing bigger, almost hitting his chin.

“Theo…” He can’t think of what to say, what to do. Theo’s dying. He’s dying and Scott can’t save him, can’t help him, they don’t have a cure or a solution or a place to run to.

“It’s okay Scott, I just wanted one last kiss.” Theo looks tired when he tries to smile, tears slipping down his cheeks despite his attempts at nonchalance. Scott thinks he’s crying too, his face is wet and cold, he wants Theo’s hands back, wants his warmth and safety back.

“Theo.” He repeats and hates how his voice cracks with the word. This can’t be happening.

“It’s okay Scott, I promise.” There’s footsteps approaching quickly, Scott feels horror spread through his chest, it has to be the Dread Doctors.

He moves before his brain connects to his muscles, he’s holding Theo, wrapped around him with his face tucked into Theo’s neck, gripping his hands at the worn material of Theo’s t-shirt. There has to be a way to help Theo, he screams at himself, praying for a plan to magically appear in his head.

“Scott?” Melissa’s strangled call forces Scott’s head up, she’s standing with the rest of the pack, they all look horrified.

“Mama—.” He can’t get anything else out, Theo coughing across Scott’s shirt cuts him off. It’s more mercury, the red of Scott’s shirt now stained with a gray color that he thinks he could drown in.

“Scott….” They drop to the ground when Theo starts to loose his balance and reaches for Scott.

Scott moves him to his lap quickly. The moonlight dances across Theo’s face, his skin almost translucent with each passing second. Scott can barely breathe as he stares down at Theo, he’s in his lap, dying, it’s like Alison all over again.

“No, no, no, Theo? Theo come on, talk to me.” It’s shaky and too quiet, Theo does his best to smile up at Scott. Scott’s heart feels like it’s been ripped out.

“This can’t be happening, please just stay awake, stay with me.” His fingers tremble as he brushes Theo’s sweat covered hair off his forehead.

“Help! Someone help! Please!” In this moment Scott doesn’t think he’s an Alpha, or a werewolf, he’s just Scott McCall, a boy holding his dying lover in his lap. He needs someone’s help, he can’t do this on his own, can’t go through this again.

“Why aren’t you helping?!” Melissa’s hand is covering her mouth, Stiles right by her shoulder as he looks anywhere but Scott, Hayden and Liam are gripping each others hands, Malia is stepped forward but unmoving, Lydia’s lips are tucked into themselves, keeping a scream in. Scott can’t rationalize why nobody’s helping him. Why they won’t help save Theo? Why are they all just staring?

“No, Theo-.” His voice breaks. Theo’s eyes flutter and slip close, his hand loosing its hold on Scott’s, Scott doesn’t even remember him grabbing it. It’s too late now, Theo’s gone.

The seconds last decades, Scott screams, he can’t stop himself. It’s a Tuesday night, they were on their way to get pizza, and now he’s screaming for Theo to wake up because this isn’t how they’re supposed to end.

They’ve barely begun. Nobody in the pack knows what they have, they were waiting till things blew over to say anything. They had it planned out, it’d happen on a pack night and they’d finally be able to cuddle up on the couch while that weeks movie played. He was supposed to hold Theo in close, but not like this, not on the pavement of his own driveway, not with mercury drying on his shirt and hands, not with Theo’s heartbeat stopping to bring a deafening silence to Scott’s ears.

Somebody’s hand is on Scott’s shoulder, he can’t tear his eyes off Theo’s face. Even in death Scott thinks he’s beautiful, he’s always been so pretty, so easy to get lost in. The hand squeezes Scott again, he shakes his head. He won’t leave Theo. Not like he left Alison.

“Scott…” It’s Stiles, of course it’s Stiles, his best friend that hasn’t felt like his best friend in months because of how distant they are. Because Scott’s been keeping secrets, hiding his relationship in fear of how Stiles would react, it wasn’t just Theo that was nervous about sharing what they have. Had. What they had. Scott almost throws up.

“No.” It has more of a snap than intended. He can’t find it in himself to care. He’s waiting for Theo to wake up, it’ll happen, it has to, he won’t be able to survive if Theo doesn’t get up.

“Scott, honey, we have to call the sheriff and—.” No. He tugs Theo closer, ducking his head till he’s curled halfway on top of him. He doesn’t want to hear what Melissa has to say or Stiles or anyone. He just wants Theo to wake up.

[amatchinwater]

Devenford Academy

Chapter 5: Join the Hunt

Warnings: Blood, violence, hunting, full moon, "feral" behavior, eating of a fresh kill (animal),

Ao3 link Masterlist

Sorry, I didn't have the energy for am aesthetic

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Another week after the night of the dance, Stiles has stopped ignoring Brett’s advancements. For the most part. All they’ve really done is kiss. Not even that much either. Mostly only when the Alpha walks him home after dinner. They still snuggle one another during pack nights. Stiles has grown less hesitant in both showing and receiving affection.

They’re not exactly together, but they might as well be.

“I thought you were going to put him through the ringer forever,” Isaac flops on the spark’s bed. “I was quite enjoying watching the show.”

Stiles tosses his sketchbook on his nightstand, “the show?” He crosses his arms, cocking an eyebrow at his best friend’s cheeky grin.

“Of seeing how far you’d make Brett go to prove himself,” the wolf explains. “You know how mistrustful I am of people after my dad. I wouldn’t have agreed to be in his pack or be his right hand if he wasn’t worthy.” Isaac pokes the spark’s calf, “he’s not Malia. And he’s not a manwhore either, despite the appearance.”

Of course the wolf understood the nearly hidden hesitation Stiles harbored. The thought that tickles the back of his mind on rare instances. “Brett literally offered to jerk me off before even saying hello.” Stiles scoffs, but it feels halfhearted. “Can you blame me?”

“Fair enough,” Isaac cackles, looping his arm around the spark’s leg, nuzzling him. The whole pack has been a lot more tactile the last two days. He’s not complaining, it’s just different. “So are you two like together now? Officially?”

“He hasn’t asked, if that’s what you mean,” Stiles shrugs. It’s the question that’s been plaguing his mind. Someone knocks on their door, “just a sec,” the spark says, having to yank his leg free from the whining wolf to get up. Stiles opens the door and suddenly has an arm and mouthful of Alpha. Scooping Stiles up into his arms and kissing the functioning brain cells the spark has goodbye.

Brett pulls back, placing one last kiss on his lips, “I missed you, Gorgeous.”

“Okay,” Stiles breathes out, brain not properly processing what was said. He shakes his head, hoping to etch-a-sketch his mind. It half works. The spark is just a little stuck on the fact that that was a lot, even for Brett. He usually gets at least a hi first. Just confirms what he said about them all being more touchy. “I missed you, too,” Stiles lets himself admit.

“Sorry,” the Alpha sets him back down. “The full moon is tonight so everything is a bit more intense for us,” Brett explains. 

So that’s why the scenting has been more intense. Stiles snorts, “so you can’t control yourself is what you’re saying,” playfully swatting the wolf’s chest. He bites away the impulsive comment about them humping his leg next.

“I did,” Brett disagrees with a flicker of red eyes, yanking the spark close by his belt loops. He lets out a gleeful growl at Stiles’ noise of surprise. “I could have just bent you over and fucked you in front of Isaac like my wolf wanted to.”

“Oh,” Stiles gulps. 

The Alpha leans in, dropping his voice honey thick, “yeah, oh.” Brett taps the spark’s chin up, “so maybe don’t tease an Alpha or that’s exactly where you’ll end up, Gorgeous. Because the offer still stands.”

The spark squeaks, “noted.”

“We’ve got what, an hour until sunset?” Isaac sits up in the spark’s bed.

“Just about,” Brett confirms.

“He comin’?”

“Coming where?” Stiles asks, not having the slightest clue what they’re talking about.

The Alpha answers Isaac first, “that’s what I’m about to ask and find out.” The spark’s mouth is open in a confused frown. “This is your first full moon being a part of the pack,” Brett starts. “The reason everyone but you and Mason didn’t eat at dinner is because we all go hunting in the woods around school together. It’s a way of strengthening the bond we all have and learn to hone and trust our instincts.”

“Okay,” Stiles scratches his jaw, “but I’m basically human. So, what does that have to do with me?” He doesn’t have instincts to worry about. 

“Mason comes with us sometimes too,” the Alpha says. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. But it could be a good way for all of us to bond and have fun together. You can also see the more primal side of being a werewolf,” Brett’s eyes flash red and he squeezes Stiles’ hips, “I think you’d like it.”

“Is that even safe?” Stiles crosses his arms, “I mean if you all are running on instinct trying to kill something, isn’t that, I don’t know, dangerous for me? I have no idea what’s in those woods.”

Isaac laughs, burrowing his face in the spark’s pillow, “as if Brett would let anything happen to you. Me either, for that matter.” The Beta is dangerously close to humping his bed and Stiles might lose it. 

“I’m not going to lie to you and say it’s perfectly safe,” Brett tells him. “But you’ll be with all of us. I will keep you safe. Yes, we’ll be running on pure instinct. But protecting your pack is one of those instincts,” the Alpha reminds him.

Stiles still doesn’t quite get it. “But I’m not a wolf. Or even that athletic, I quit lacrosse. What purpose would I possibly serve? I’d just end up holding you guys back.”

“You can be there so I have someone pretty to show off for,” Brett suggests with a smile. The spark is surprised he didn’t wiggle his eyebrows too.

Stiles shoots him a glare, “you already do that.”

“Okay. Stiles,” Isaac sits up, clutching the spark’s pillow and smelling it, “have you ever seen Mason doing anything remotely related to sports?”

“Well, no,” the spark fumbles over himself. Brett comes up behind him to scent his neck, dragging his tongue along the sensitive skin. “My god, you two are incorrigible,” Stiles huffs, flopping down on his bed and dragging the Alpha with him. Brett and Isaac instantly move him so they can both snuggle and scent to their heart’s content. He understands it’s harder for them this close to the full moon, but fuck. Can’t they finish a conversation first?

Brett starts growling softly.

“Exactly my point,” Isaac states like they haven’t missed a beat. “Besides, you know damn good and well that I’d keep an eye on you. That’s if Brett even lets you out of his sight.”

“We’re the only pack in school that has an Alpha too,” Brett adds, “all of the other wolves are still tied to their parents or home packs. So if any of the other wolves are out there, they’ll steer clear.”

“Why?” Stiles asks.

“Too worried about pissing him off,” Isaac answers, “they won’t mess with another Alpha.” The Beta rubs his nose along the back of the spark’s neck, “come on,” he whines, “I wanna run and play with you.”

The spark can’t help but chuckle at how childish his best friend sounds right now. “Play?”

“After a successful hunt, we usually chase each other. Hide and seek by scent. Things like that,” Brett says. “It’s all in good fun.”

“Please,” Isaac draws the word out.

“Pretty please,” Brett paints the question on the spark’s lips, as if that’d help him think.

“Okay, okay,” Stiles concedes, “I’ll go.” Both wolves squeeze him tighter, rumbling with glee at the spark’s agreement. 

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The walk from campus to the front gate felt more ominous than it probably should have. But Stiles can’t help it. Even with the full moon casting a silver glow on the outskirts of the woods, it doesn’t do much. Inside the thick trees looks pitch black. The spark doesn’t even think he’ll be able to see his hand in front of his face. Forget the roots on the ground that he should avoid.

“Screw it,” Stiles mutters, conjuring a small orb of blue fire in his palm. It’s not perfect, but the spark is worried if he makes it bigger that it’ll float away and burn the forest. That’s the last thing he wants. 

“That’s a good idea,” Mason notes, forming a fireball of his own. The glowing purple eyes look beautiful on the young spark. Stiles beams with pride at his packmate.

Brett is ahead of the pack, leading them far enough into the forest that there’s less risk of running into students taking a stroll. Though most stay inside during a full moon. Better safe than sorry with other wolves possibly out here too. Stiles wishes he was closer, honestly feeling a shred of the longing in his skin for touch. Nothing remotely close to the wolves, though it’s there nonetheless. But he appreciates the Alpha making them all as safe as possible. 

Isaac and Lori cover the Alpha’s flank. Constantly checking their surroundings. For something to hunt or any unwelcome guests, the spark isn’t too sure. Honestly, it’s probably both. Liam is sticking close to Mason on Stiles’ left. More than likely keeping an eye on his own best friend. Brett assured him that once they’re far enough in that he and Isaac will be closer.

The spark understands he has Alpha duties. He’s okay to wait.

“Hey, Donovan,” Stiles whispers at the Beta a few paces ahead of him. He hasn’t had a chance alone to apologize for ditching him at the dance.

“Hey,” Donovan quips, falling into step with the spark, “you doin’ okay? The first hunt can be a bit crazy.” The Beta doesn’t seem angry or even upset, so that’s a good sign.

Thanks to the added glow of his fireball, Stiles is able to step over the large root. “I am now that I’m not blind,” the spark waves the blue ball around. “I actually wanted to see how you were doing. I still feel pretty bad about just leaving you at the dance without an explanation. I wanted to apologize.”

“No need,” Donovan grins, putting his arm around the spark. “Brett came back and told us you weren’t feeling so hot. Something about dancing and the loud music making you nauseous.”

The Alpha covered for him. Stiles didn’t even know what excuse he would have gone with. All he knew was he needed to say sorry to the Beta. “Yeah, I don’t think that cupcake agreed with my stomach,” Stiles agrees. “Everything else after that sort of just made it worse.”

“Probably didn’t help that you downed it in two bites,” Donovan snickers, pulling him close to bump their heads together lightly. “It was a lot of sugar. Even I noticed it.”

The spark smiles, returning the half embrace, “I’m just glad you’re not upset.”

“Hard to be upset with you.”

Brett whistles and everyone comes to a stop. Mason extinguishes his flame, so Stiles follows suit, cloaking them in darkness. 

“He found something,” Donovan whispers, letting go of the spark, “I’ll see you in a bit.”

As soon as the Beta leaves, joining formation with Lori, Liam, and Brett, Isaac falls back. Choosing to stay with both of the sparks.

“Don’t you want to join the hunt?” Stiles asks. The rest of the pack snarls, racing off into the darkness.

“Brett said he wanted to show off, remember? So I offered to stay back with you guys. Follow me,” Isaac says, taking the spark’s hand in his. “We’ll go wait at our spot.”

“Our spot?”

“It’s this clearing of trees with lots of flowers and stuff,” Mason explains, looping their arms together as they walk. “It’s the spot where we all meet up after they finish hunting. The trees open up enough to let us- me and you- actually see.”

“Speaking of seeing,” Stiles squeezes the wolf’s hand to steady himself from tripping over his feet. “How the hell is Brett going to show off his hunting skills if I can’t even see him anymore? Doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.” Stiles can’t see either boy and they’re literally right next to him.

Isaac just laughs at him, “just trust me. He’ll be able to show off.”

A few more steps and they cross a threshold of trees. Opening up nicely at the top to reveal the night sky. The full moon at its peak, shining brightly amongst the stars and offering substantial light. Tons of wildflowers litter the area, almost more than there is grass. Yellows, purples, and pinks. All surrounding a little stream that disappears into the forest. Stiles wonders if it connects to the lake considering its gentle flow.

The pack must come here every full moon because there’s a few tree trunks laying around the water for them to sit on. It’s really beautiful. Stiles is happy he decided to come. The spark would’ve heavily regretted not seeing this. 

He’s surprised with the level of composure Isaac seems to have. Then Brett’s words ring in his head. That one of their instincts is to protect their fellow pack members. The Beta being tasked with looking after the two sparks would make sense as to why Isaac’s pretty much himself.

A chorus of howls echo the surrounding area.

“Okay, Stiles,” Isaac squats in front of where the spark is sitting on one of the logs. “There’s something you need to understand and prepare for. Nothing bad,” the Beta assures him, “just something you’re probably not used to.”

The spark’s brows furrow, “okay,” Stiles draws out the word, very much confused.

“It sounds like they all made successful kills,” Isaac says, speaking fast as if he’s trying to beat the pack’s arrival. “Now, everyone’s kill is their own.” Stiles senses a but. “But Brett’s is an offering for you. I know you’re pretty much human and don’t eat fresh, raw meat. It’s just an Alpha’s way of showing that he can provide. Just show that you’re grateful and it’ll be fine. If you want to, you can spark up a fire and cook the meat real quick. You don’t have to. Appreciation will be enough, okay?”

“It wouldn’t be disrespectful to cook it?” Stiles asks, not knowing the proper etiquette. 

“No,” Mason shakes his head, “I did it last year with the giant hare he brought me. As long as you tear the piece off and don’t cook the whole animal, you’re fine. Alphas understand humans don’t eat their food raw.”

Stiles hums, “good to know.” He can handle a rabbit or a hare. Totally. The spark’s never eaten one before, but if Mason can manage, so can he. 

Liam is the first to come running back, a big rabbit in his teeth and a smaller one in his claws. The young Beta drops the extra by Isaac, since he didn't get to hunt. The bigger of the two, he shares with Mason. Or at least they will once Brett is back. Alphas eat first, that much Stiles knows. Lori skids to a halt beside him, her arms full of five or six squirrels. Donovan settles on the log next to the she-wolf, what looks like a raccoon in his lap. 

A roar erupts the outer perimeter of the clearing. Two vibrantly glowing red eyes are the only indication as to where Brett is. The Alpha breaks through the tree line and Stiles' jaw is ready to break with how hard it drops. No one prepared him for that. Slung over the Alpha's shoulder isn't a rabbit or a hare. Hell, it's not even a fox or something like that. It's a fucking deer damn near half the size of the spark. 

"Holy shit," Stiles mutters in awe.

Guess he's having venison for the first time in a while tonight. Of course he's going to eat some of it, Stiles agreed to be part of the pack so he's going to be thorough. Especially considering that Brett did in fact show off. That's a whole ass deer!

The Alpha drops the doe in front of the spark's feet, a satisfactory, prideful puff to his chest. Brett kneels down, the animal in between them.

"Thank you," Stiles says, waiting for the Alpha to dig in first. He can see Brett amidst his wolfish features and wild red eyes. But it's also crystal clear that he's more Alpha than teenager. Stiles doesn't plan on pissing him off and wants the others to be able to eat too. He can practically hear Isaac's stomach growling. 

Brett doesn't eat, rather growls softly and nudges the deer towards the spark. 

Stiles looks to Isaac for help, but the wolf's golden eyes are glued to his Alpha. Anxiously waiting for the approval to eat. 

Being the only one functioning enough, Mason says, "he's relinquishing first rights to you."

"Oh," Stiles quips, "okay. Thank you," the spark repeats, heeding Isaac's warning goes that appreciation and gratitude are key here. Hooking his finger, the spark slices into one of the legs with his magic. Once he gets the piece in the air, Stiles separates the skin and hair off. Stiles is no stranger to skinning game. He used to go hunting with his father as a kid. So long as the animal is being eaten or used for something and not just killed for sport, Stiles can handle it. A mindset his dad drilled into him. 

Just now that he has magic, Stiles doesn't have to touch it anymore. The spark keeps the meat hanging in the air as he conjures a small flame to cook it. Brett watches him intently. Once he can really smell the chunk of venison, the spark extinguishes his flame and grabs the meat. Stiles takes a bite, wishing it was seasoned, but food is food. Not to mention he already ate and this is essentially a ritual just for show. 

"Thank you, Brett," Stiles smiles after swallowing, tossing the last bit in his mouth. 

Brett throws his head back and howls at the sky, the rest of the wolves joining in. He can't help but smile. The moment the Alpha is done and he digs into the leg Stiles had cut, the rest of the pack tucks in as well. He honestly thought he'd be more grossed out. Watching werewolves dig into a carcass that hasn't even gone cold yet isn't something you see every day.

If anything, Stiles is fascinated by it. Brett was right. It's pretty interesting watching them act like actual wolves. Once the Alpha has eaten a sufficient amount, his features return more human. The red eyes, fangs, and claws are still there, but he's lost the extra hair, pointy ears, and rugged features. 

"Are you still hungry?" Brett asks, offering another chunk he tore off. "Or do you maybe want some of theirs?" 

"You can have some of mine," Donovan offers the half eaten animal. 

It has been a while since he's eaten squirrel and has never tried rabbit before, but he's honestly full. And he doesn't want to take their dinner. Stiles shakes his head, "I'm okay. Thank you though." 

The Alpha snorts, stuffing the bite into his mouth, "I'm me again, Gorgeous. You can stop being so formal now." Brett winks at him, "the Alpha is more than pleased." 

It's strange, hearing Brett talk about 'the Alpha' as if it's its own being and not a part of him. Is that how they all feel? That their wolves are separate from themselves.

"I haven't had venison in years," Stiles grins, a bittersweet feeling bubbling in his chest. "After my dad became sheriff, he didn't have a lot of time to go hunting anymore. It was uh," he clears his throat, "it was a nice little bit of nostalgia." 

Brett shoots a prideful, yes understanding smile, "I'm glad I could give that to you." The Alpha gets to his feet, lifting the carcass with him. 

"Where are you taking it?" 

"A little ways back into the trees," Brett tells him, "give the animals out there a chance to eat too. Or if the other Betas haven't any success, they don't go hungry. After that, nature will take care of the rest. Less wasteful that way." The Alpha calls over his shoulder, "we can play hide and seek when I get back. Whoever showed up last is the seeker!"

"Dammit," Donovan groans, burying the bones of his raccoon before washing his hands and face in the stream. 

The other Betas follow his lead, burying the remains and cleaning themselves off. Stiles was wondering if they were going to run around caked in blood all night. It’s still crazy how everyone seems like themselves. Apparently giving their more feral side a chance to let loose is very beneficial. 

Brett returns and washes off, “okay, Donati, since it’s Stiles’ first time, let’s do a thirty count. Give him a little more time to hide since he’s unfamiliar with the woods.”

“You got it, boss,” the Beta agrees, turning around and plugging his ears. “One, two, three…”

No one sticks around to hear four. Everyone runs in a different direction. Stiles chooses to take off between Brett and Isaac. Better safe than sorry and stick close to them.

He honestly has no clue how far away he got. Stiles found a tree surrounded by a circle of shrubs to hide in. He can’t hear Donovan counting anymore, so the spark is either pretty far away or the Beta is searching for them already. Stiles tries to calm his jittery heart from the excitement and running. Because if his scent doesn’t give him away, that definitely will.

There’s a growl somewhere to his right? Left? Stiles can’t be too sure, but he definitely heard Isaac cursing. The first packmate to be found. He tries to make his breaths shallow and silent. Soft inhales and exhales through his nose. A twig snaps far too close for comfort. Even though his eyes have mostly adjusted to the dark by now, Stiles can’t see for shit.

It doesn’t look like anyone is around.

But that doesn’t mean a goddamn thing.

An arm wraps around his shoulder and Stiles nearly jumps out of his fucking skin. “Holy shit!” The spark shrieks.

“Found you, beautiful,” Donovan whispers, kissing his cheek.

Kissing his cheek.

Why did Donovan kiss his cheek?

The Beta helps him to his feet, “sorry I scared you,” he snickers, patting the spark’s back. “Can you make it back to the clearing on your own?”

“I don’t even know where I am,” Stiles huffs, choosing to ignore and completely brush off what just happened. Because what the fuck just happened? He doesn’t want to think about it. “Which way do I go?”

Donovan moves the spark around by his shoulders, “walk straight in this direction, you’ll be there in no time. Isaac and Mason are already there.”

“Okay, thanks,” the spark takes a careful step forward, listening to the Beta’s instructions. Sure enough, what feels like barely two minutes later, Stiles makes it back to the clearing.

“Mother fucker,” Lori grumbles, coming up behind the spark.

“Took less time than you thought, too?” Isaac asks as the she-wolf curls around the spark’s arm, nuzzling his cheek.

“Hi, Sparky,” she says, nuzzling into Stiles’ cheek. They walk side by side with one another, joining the rest of the pack. Stiles and Lori have grown a lot close ever since she tried to help him through a panic attack. Brett’s sister snuggled with him the whole time until the Alpha got back. Similar scents, similar comfort.

Liam comes back sulking, “he’s definitely getting better.” The young wolf takes up Stiles’ other side where they’re standing. 

“You guys are so cute,” the spark says, letting them snuggle up.

Isaac perks his head up, “don’t be so sure,” he chuckles.

“What do you mean?” Mason asks, voicing Stiles’ own thoughts.

The other wolves whip their heads towards the tree line, laughter bubbling in their chests.

“Think he’ll make it?” Lori asks.

Stiles and Mason share an equally confused look. Until the rustling starts. And the yelled growling. What the fuck is going on? But then Donovan breaks through the trees, a red-eyed Brett hot on his heels. Yelling about how he made it back to base fair and square. The Beta doesn’t make it another two steps before he’s tackled to the ground. Lori laughs through her growls as they roll around.

The spark didn’t even realize she’d let go of him. Isaac quickly joins the two playing in the grass just as the she-wolf makes impact. Liam breaks free from Stiles’ grip, making a dash for Mason.

“Liam, no,” the other spark chuckles, trying to get away. But he’s not fast enough. “Oof,” Mason grunts on impact, the young wolf tackling into the dirt.

“So, what do you think about your first full moon?” Brett comes up behind him, wrapping an arm around his middle. The spark can feel the amused smirk on his face watching the pack play.

“It’s a lot better than I expected,” the spark admits. A shiver runs down Stiles’ spine when the wolf licks a stripe along the side of his neck, teeth touching the flesh just enough to know they’re there. He tries to hold up the conversation, assuming it’s just more of Brett’s instincts getting to him. “I kind of want to play too, surprisingly.”

The Alpha lets go to wave at the group, “have at it.”

“Well,” Stiles turns to face the wolf, “I mean with you.” Because he likes the idea of bonding more with Brett. Get him fully out of his shell and maybe they can finally decide what they hell they are. 

“Probably not the best idea,” Brett curls the spark back into him, grip pinching into his waist. “My wolf might get…confused with you.” Stiles cocks his head to the side. “Alphas see running- from someone of interest- as an invitation.”

The spark’s brows pinch, “an invitation to…”

“To fuck,” Brett rumbles in his ear.

Say less.

Stiles is very curious how far the Alpha would go given permission. How much Brett will give into his instincts. Would he actually fuck him in the woods if he ran? Without a second thought, the spark takes off into the woods. He may only be practically human, but maybe being part of the pack makes the full moon have some effect on him. Encouraging Stiles to let go of his inhibitions for once. The Alpha lets out a thunderous roar, ceasing the pack’s movements as he chases after him.

Stiles doesn’t know how far he makes it before impact, tumbling to the forest floor. Given Brett’s words, it must not have been far, “you didn’t stand a chance, Gorgeous.”

[free-to-be-no-one-but-mee]

Snippet Sunday

I was tagged by @dear-massacre​, thank youuuu

And as I literally just uploaded the latest chapter of my fic, so here are TWO snippets from two vastly different, very unfinished sterek fics that might never happen but i like the ideas of

Derek: Will I, you know, fit in?

Stiles: we’re going swimming?? Why wouldn’t you??

Derek: I don’t know

Stiles: bc you’re hearing? 

Derek: Maybe, I don’t know

Stiles: I think you’re being a little bit prejudiced right now Derek Stiles: deaf people don’t only have “deaf-people things” to talk about Stiles: and we also don’t just know deaf people

Derek: I know

Stiles: lydia yeah she got bored with ADVANCED LATIN and decided to pick up asl right Stiles: scott my best friend he was the one who dragged me to ASL class when I first lost my hearing because he wanted us to be able to talk like we’ve always done and he was more enthusiastic than even I was Stiles: neither of them are deaf or partly so Stiles: kira, Scott’s girlfriend, is legally deaf but she got hearing aids which makes her able to hear quite a lot still which makes it possible for her to talk aloud without bigger problems, and she can read lips (not jealous) Stiles: isaacs deaf on one ear but doctors thinks he’s gonna go deaf on the other one as well so he’s learned asl to not be completely lost once he loses all hearing Stiles: andddd malia was born deaf Stiles: so it’s a combination Derek just like any other group of friends

Derek: But I don’t speak ASL

Stiles: and I think we managed pretty good anyway??? Stiles: and now you know how to say ‘awesome’ so like what more do you need

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

“Get down to it, then, Mr. Hale?”

“Mr. Stilinski—”

“Stiles, please.” 

Derek is so taken aback, he completely loses whatever he was going to say. “Your name is Stiles Stilinski.” It’s not really a question, but Derek’s pretty sure that what his tone of voice doesn’t ask, his eyebrows does. 

Stiles shrugs. “Well, long story short: Jessica Jones had a big influence on my life.” 

“Your alias is Stiles Stilinski?” 

Stiles grins at that, and Derek has no idea why. “Laura?” he prompts instead, eyebrow cocked. 

Derek shakes himself a little. “Yes. She’s—”

Although, Stiles doesn’t seem like he wants Derek to talk because he interrupts. “She’s not your girlfriend, is she?” Stiles has put his chin between two of his fingers, and he absently bites at a third. “You two are not… romantic.” 

“I love her,” Derek says flatly. 

“Yes, but like a sister?” 

Derek nods short. “Brother in arms, all that. Neither of us have family to speak of. We keep each other afloat back here.” 

“Is it because you’re both gay?” 

Derek stares at him. “I’m not gay.” 

“If you say so,” Stiles replies with a hand wave. “Because she’s gay, then?” 

“She’s like my sister. That’s all you need to know.” 

“Ah, mhm, of course.”

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[dreamvisit]

malia wakes up to the a cough. wracking through her whole body and shifting her fully up, up, UP so that she might find the breaths that were avoiding her. she knows she should be happy to have a roof over her head at all. happy to have walls that block some of fall's harsher elements, elated that they didn't have to set up rudimentary camp with no locks, or doors, or way to know if someone was hot on their heels. SHE GETS THAT. something, something about being blessed and all, but the abandoned house they'd found had been more dust than concrete, and the constant drip, drip, drip from the water run-off after it's rained was slightly maddening. RUNAWAYS can't be choosers, but god she'd choose differently. knowing sleep wouldn't welcome her back, she gets up. walks with light steps to go and find some semblance of normalcy in the decidedly fucked up, and makes her way out the front door quietly, so as not to disturb anybody else's restless rest. when the lock softly clicks behind her and the morning chill tickles her cheeks, malia is pleased to see a distinctly blonde head already outside. @appleyed framed by the soft glow of dawn. ANDROMEDA. at least something's she'd choose over and over again. " hey. " she greets, folding down next to her new roommate and using the jacket covering her arms to bundle her head in. GOD, her head hurt. not all of their parents or hunters dreams were helpful. some were useless, personal, devoid of any real life stresses the kids might have caused. but SOME, ( with malia's generous guiding ) told her what was on their mind when they closed their eyes that night. what they expected the next day to look like and THAT, that was priceless. she speaks into her arms at first, initial words a bit muffled until she realizes that's unhelpful and props her chin on her bent leg. " they're going back to the train station today. they still think we took off east, should buy us at least a few days. "