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stripper-patrick · 5 years ago

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Speak to me 🤫 Chris Evans

Warnings: smut, language, daddy kink, straight up nastiness, choking, reverse cowgirl, spanking, dirty talk, silent treatment, dom!Chris, eating cat from da back, heel fetish, daddy kink

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl

Relationship: Chris Evans x black plus sized reader

“Hello” Chris pulls out his iPhone answering the incoming call “hey Scott what’s up” I’m laying on the bed on my phone when I perk up hearing Chris say “yea I’m free” this bastard

“No the hell you aren’t” I sit up crossing my legs

“Yea that sounds great I’ll meet you there” he looks at me, my face is painted with anger and frustration. I’ve been trying to plan this dinner with him at this new restaurant called Yard House but they’ve been booked since they first opened. Now tonight when I finally get us a reservation he makes plans with his brother. He got me fucked up.

Chris hangs up and I turn my head waiting for an explanation “honey I’m sorry but it’s Scott”

“Are you deadass? I told you I couldn’t get ahold of this restaurant for weeks and the second I make us a reservation you go and agree to plans with your brother” I’m furious at the moment “you know what go head”

“Y/N”

“Go” I yell. He sighs rubbing his eyes as I turn around going back on my phone. Chris leaves the room and I groan. I proceed to the shower turning it on rolling my eyes. The hot water runs down my back ultimately giving me time to think.

....

I’m woken up to the front door opening and shutting. I grab my phone seeing the picture of Chris flash on my lock screen and the time reads back 4am. I have 4 messages and 5 phone calls all from him. The door opens and I can see the tall figure moving around shimmying off his clothes.

“Hey babe” I roll my eyes turning on my stomach clutching the pillow. I hear a deep sigh come from Chris’ mouth “baby girl I’m sorry I know how important that dinner was to you” He slides in the bed next to me and his hand rests on my butt but I’m quick to move it “don’t touch me” I scoot closer to the edge closing my eyes hearing one last sigh before I drift to sleep.

....

The sun bleeds into the room brightening it up causing me to open my eyes. I get up and go to the bathroom doing my business and completing my morning facial routine. Washing my face, moisturizer, and toner. I walk out the bathroom and slip into some leggings, and a low cut crop top. I have a nail appointment today and I’m debating on making him pay just for fucking with me but I can’t allow myself to do that.

I step out of the room, the bright sun illuminating the hallway and I descend downstairs where I smell bacon and waffles cooking. I go into the kitchen crossing my arms watching him put strawberries in the batter. My favorite.

“Morning princess” I mumble sitting at the island and he sets a plate in front of me. His pretty blue eyes bore into mine just silently begging me to say something

“I’m sorry how many times do I have to say it?” He asks. I cut up my waffles and pour syrup on them without even glancing his way. I know this is torturing him. To go from talking and laughing one day to not speaking at all is destroying him especially when we live in the same household. I take a bite of the warm breakfast almost moaning at the taste. Damn he put his foot in these. “Why are you all dressed up?”

“Nails” I huff

“Ah I’m going with you”

“No you’re not”

“I am and I’m paying for them and while we’re at it we can go to the mall” I roll my eyes and he smirks sitting next to me digging into his plate “what will it take for you to speak to me baby doll. I’ll do anything” a smirk appears on my lips but I keep quiet.

“You know what fine” the rest of the breakfast is filled with silence and he takes my plate cleaning it.

I sit on the couch flipping through channels as Chris disappears upstairs. Finally some peace and quiet. The tv gets boring so I turn it off and go on my phone. After about 20 minutes of scrolling I look at the time seeing I should bust a move if I wanna make it to the nail salon on time.

I stand up and walk to the door leaving. I get into my car turning on the air immediately. Chris jogs out and opens the driver door “what are you doing?” I question

“Get out”

“I don’t have time for this I’m gonna be late then I have to pay a late fee”

“Get. Out” I huff taking off my seatbelt and getting out the car. Chris gets in the drivers seat and nudges too the passenger seat “you aren’t going with me”

“Y/N I won’t tell you again” his deep voice sends a heartbeat to my core but I can’t fold like this. I groan stomping to the passenger side. He gets out opening the door for me and I swing my legs inside as he shuts it. Chris gets back in the drivers seat and putting his seatbelt on before pulling off.

...

After getting my NAILS done we ended up at the mall but I still haven’t said one word to him. I’ve kept to myself and haven’t touched him or even looked his way. This may seem extensive but he needs to understand that I deserve some time with him as well. “Babydoll lets go in here” swinging his bags in his hand he takes me in the Louis Vuitton store. I set my eyes on this beautiful bag and I see some shoes I adore.

“I’m gonna step out real fast here” he hands me his credit card and I snatch it. I’ll teach his ass a lesson. I grab the bag and the shoes in my size taking them to the register. I use his card to pay for the stuff then head across the way to Prada where I find another gorgeous purse. I grab that but I don’t see anything else I want so I just check that out. The next store I walk to is Dior where I see some cute blue and orange slides and a beautiful gold necklace. The problem is it’s 2,000 dollars and I’ve already spent at least a grand. I think about Chris and he would be somewhat upset but I’m upset at the moment so he’ll be fine.

I grab the necklace and shoes taking them to the register. I use his card and the transaction completes. The woman hands me my bags and I smile thanking her. I walk out of the store and see Chris coming back. Poker face is on.

“I got a call from the bank saying my card was nearly shut off because they thought someone stole it. You spent about 10 grand”

“Oops” I stand up and he takes all my bags from me.

“It’s time to go let’s go” I stand my ground folding my arms again

“I wanna keep shopping”

“Any other day would’ve been a smooth yes, anything to get you to talk to me but today is not the day. Let’s. Go” he says sternly

“No” Chris adjusts the bags on his arms and grabs me by my arm pulling me along outside. I let my arm go once we get in the car. He sets the bags in the trunk and I get in.

....

We get home and I walk through the double doors. He sets the bags in the living room and I go upstairs not allowing another word to be said. I strip down bare and get under the navy blue fitted sheets and comforter taking a deep breath before I feel myself drift to sleep.

...

I hear feet shuffling into the room and I see Chris dressed in a fitted black button, dark jeans, and Stacey Adams paired with a gold bracelet and a watch on his wrist. I notice he decorated my choker.

“princess” I’m still mad at him for last night and haven’t talked to him the whole day. I groan pushing my arms above my head stretching my limbs before swinging my legs off the bed letting them dangle. “Y/N get dressed and ready” he speaks again this time more stern. I’ll admit it turned me on. I stare at him and huff “Do you really wanna test my patience darling? Get dressed now”

“I’m not going anywhere with you” I cross my arms in a fit of rage breaking my silent streak and turn away from him. Chris wraps his hand around the back of my neck with a smirk. A smile spreads across my face “did it sound like I was asking? I’ve had enough of your bratty ass today”

I roll my eyes earning a slap to my ass “don’t roll your eyes at me just do as I say” I go into the closet figuring out what to wear. The wet spot in my panties has me tempted to take them off and go commando today in the warm autumn air. Temptation gets the best of me and I pull them off grabbing a short DRESS and some HEELS. I grab a jacket just in case it’s cold wherever we’re going. “Christopher where are we going”

“Don’t worry about it” he looks up at me and his jaw drops when he sees my dress. I sit at my vanity and start on a simple makeup look not really wanting to get too much into it tonight. I keep my curls the way they are as I finish everything.

“Ready?”

“Mhmm” I follow Chris hearing him sigh. I walk downstairs and he extends his arm helping me downstairs. I walk past him into the car in the passenger seat where I just sit. At this point I’m completely over the situation but he needs to learn his lesson. Chris gets in and starts the car and I look at him “where are we going”

He ignores me and I roll my eyes huffing. He sets his hand on my thigh and I leave it there. His hand creeps higher but that’s when I stop him “if you think you can get any of this tonight you got me fucked up”

“We’ll see about that”

....

Chris makes a right and I see the restaurant. I’m very confused as to why we’re here. He pulls into a parking spot and gets out. Chris opens the door for me and at this point I’m curious as to what he’s got going on. I see a long ass line of people waiting outside.

“I’m not interested in waiting in line”

“That’s a good thing you don’t have to” he shuts and locks the car door walking up with me. We walk through the doors and immediately the host recognizes him “Mr. Evans right this way”

We walk through the crowd of people into our own little section with a dim light and a table for 2. “How did you do this?”

“I bought it. Now can you stop being mad at me it’s torturing”

“Maybe” he pulls out my chair for me and I sit watching him the seat in front of me.

“I’m sorry babydoll I was inconsiderate to how much effort you put into getting us a reservation” he says

“Truth he told I stopped being mad after I ran up your card but I kept my poker face”

“Well you’re pretty damn good at it” the waitress comes over and is star struck at the Chris Evans sitting right in front of her.

“Hello my name is Tiara what can I get you guys started off with?”

“Lemme get a coors and” he looks at me “a white wine?” I nod and she writes it down flashing him a big smile before leaving to put in our drinks. “Clearly you have a fan”

“I see but she’s not important right now. You are and if you think you can pull some shit on me like that again you’ve clearly got me fucked up”

“Oohhh the spicy white is coming out. I like it” the waitress comes back with our drinks and we order the food.

....

We’ve finished dinner and Chris pays the bill. The waitress is standing there and I’ve noticed her shirt is undone a little more than usual as in I can see her purple lace bra and I know Chris can see it too.

He fishes out a 20 from his pocket handing it to her and I watch her slip it in her bra. My jaw drops as she winks at him completely stepping over boundaries.

“Excuse me” she averts her attention to me and I’m start to shake. That’s how mad I am. “Try that shit again with my man and I promise you’ll be missing a couple teeth and a job”

Her eyes go wide and she leaves without saying anything else. Chris has his bottom lip tucked in between his perfect teeth with a smirk pulled against his lips.

“You’re so sexy when you’re mad”

“Yea whatever” I shake my head

“Do me a favor” I listen waiting for his request “take off your panties”

“It’s funny that you think I’m wearing any” his blue eyes turn dark as he nods

“That ass is mine” he laughs. The waitress comes back with a small white cake. Nothing special written on it or anything. I spin it around trying to find something then I look at Chris who had a cheeky smile on his face.

“Cut into it” I grab a knife and cut into the cake revealing a blue matte box. I look at him and grab the box opening it. I see a beautiful ring and engraved inside of the box is: ‘Will You Marry Me?’ A flood of emotions drowns me and now I’m sitting here crying.

“Stop playing Christopher” I say

“Y/N I want you to make me the happiest man alive” he takes the ring and slides it on my finger

“Is this why you left me today?” He nods smiling

“I can’t see myself without you” he whispers “so what do you say?”

“Yes yes yes a thousand times yes” I hug him and he holds me tight as more tears fall. I give him a nice kiss and he smiles holding me closer.

....

As soon as we hit the front door Chris’ hands are all over me. I open the door and he shuts it sliding my dress off my body to reveal I’m completely naked just as I said. I go to take off my heels but he stops me “leave them”

Chris picks me up with ease and something in the moment just told me to let him pick me up. In the year and a half we’ve been together I’ve never let him pick me up because of my size but tonight is different.

He takes me upstairs to our shared bedroom where he lays me down “I’m going to ruin you for what you put me through today”

I smile and he turns me around face down ass up “clearly you’re enjoying it more than I thought” he collects my wetness on the tip of his finger trailing it up to my clit rubbing torturously slow. I feel his large hands part my ass and his beard scratches me. I drop my face into the mattress feeling his tongue work inside of me while his fingers massage my clit. My arms stretch back and I pull on my heels holding my legs up and arching my back more. I hear Chris moan at my current position. I don’t know how much loner I can do this position cause I’m a big bitch and this shit hurts.

He stops eating me out and I hear his pants unzip then drop “keep that position baby doll” He pumps his dick and I feel his head push inside of me with ease. He fits the rest of his cock inside of me and replaces my hands on my heels with his. My hands extend above my head as he starts pounding me out making my body rock back and forth. My hands have a mind of their own gripping the sheets.

“You like that you little slut?” He spanks me and I cry out biting my lip “you’ve been such a bad girl” he keeps a tight grip on my hips holding me in place. I couldn’t run even if I really wanted to.

“Fuck daddy it’s too much” he chuckles maniacally

“Nah you keep playing with me” Chris pushes my back into a crazy arch pushing a little more of his weight on my butt. He continues pounding on me until my body is seizing and I’m crying out his name.

“That’s it you’re gonna be a mess by the time I’m finished with you” he moans still thrusting in me. He stops and pulls out leaving me empty and my cum dripping on my thighs.

“Ride me reverse” he lays next to me placing his hands behind his head and I grab his dick and swing my legs over his thick body. I guide him inside of me placing my hands on his calves bouncing my ass.

“Fuck” I moan. He smacks my behind and keeps a firm grip on my hips guiding me harder and faster. Chris wastes no time taking control pounding into me from below. His balls are slapping against my ass while he holds my wailing arms behind me keeping them steady. My jaw drops as he growls in an animalistic form. My breasts bounce as he continues torturing me.

“You’ve been a bad girl babydoll and I don’t appreciate it” he moans. I can see his piercing blue eyes through my hazy vision. I’m still sensitive from my last orgasm so I’m close already.

“Fuck daddy you’re gonna make me cum” I scream. My legs press together not sure whether to try to get away or sink further onto him.

He keeps going and just as I’m about to release Chris stops pumping altogether. He lifts me up putting me back on my hands and knees.

Chris enters me again but this time he grabs my hair pulls my back against his chest. Once he has me where he wants me, he envelops his hand around my throat squeezing the sides constricting air. He wraps his free arm around my breasts as he starts his fast rhythmic thrusting again. His moans are prominent in my ear as his hand on my breasts drop to my clit.

At this point I’m seeing stars and my moans are uncontrollable. My body trembles from being rocked into with each powerful thrust. My shaky hands hold onto his wrist leading to my clit as he kisses my cheek, shoulder, and neck. “You look like such a pretty slut taking my dick like this”

“Cum in me please” I beg. He lets go of my throat and grabs his belt nearby tying it around my hands. My hands are bound behind my back as he uses my arms to hold me as I’m leaned forward taking his dick.

“Cum with me Y/N I feel how close you are babydoll” he was right. I’m right on the edge when he gives me a good slap to my behind making my legs clamp together shaking tremendously. His name is all that I can call out making me see stars. “That’s my good girl oh shit” he lets out a string of curses and I feel my walls being painted in his children as he continues assaulting me in the best way possible.

Our juices collect around the base of his dick dripping on the sheets. As I drop my head completely spun. Chris extracts every drop inside of me before pulling out. He lays beside me with a smirk on his face pulling his belt off my hands “where the fuck did you learn how to tie me up with a belt”

“You’d be surprised what the Internet can teach you” he says “please don’t ignore me again” he lays on my bare chest

“Well don’t do any stupid shit again” I smile taking my fingers through his hair

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 5 years ago

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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.37

Word Count: 2.949

Characters: Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Peter Hale, Lydia Martin, Ethan Steiner, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey (mentioned), Aiden Steiner (mentioned), Kali (mentioned), Reader

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, some fluff, death

A/N: Season 3A is now complete

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You wrapped your arms around Derek’s unconscious body, pulling him to the bed as Cora sat up, groaning.

You felt slightly worried, trying your best to ignore it. He was no longer an alpha, but both of them would be okay. If Derek ever woke up.

“How do you feel?” you asked.

“Good… what happened to him?” she asked, motioning to Derek.

“He’s fine. Well, he’s alive. He’ll wake up sooner or later,” you said, walking over to Cora as you wrapped your arms around her tightly.

“He better wake up soon. There's a full moon tonight, which means his time is over, and Kali is on her way,” you looked at the sun setting as Peter paced around.

“Maybe you guys should leave,” you suggested.

“I’m fine,” Derek groaned, sitting up as you tensed slightly.

“You’re not strong enough to take on Kali. You and Cora should get out of town,” you said.

“For once, I agree with (Y/N),” Peter nodded.

“We’re not running away,” Cora ran to get Derek some water as you opened your mouth to speak, getting interrupted by a call from Lydia.

“Hey, what happened?” you asked.

“We found the nemeton. But, me and Ethan are right outside the loft,” she said.

You furrowed your eyebrows, running to the door as you pulled it open.

Ethan stood nervously, Lydia standing next to him.

“What are they doing here?” Peter groaned.

“We’re helping you to find a way to escape.”

---

“No,” Derek started.

“Uhm, yes.” you crossed your arms.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, we’re not running away.”

“Yes, you are,” you clenched your teeth.

“(Y/N), no-”

“Shut your stubborn ass up and get the hell out of here. You are not at full strength, Kali is coming here, right now. She's going to kill you. Peter is taking you and Cora to get another car, and then you’re out of here,” you continued to scold Derek as the rest of them outside the doors of the loft, not wanting to interfere.

“So what? You’re gonna hold her off? You and Ethan?” he scoffed, crossing his arms.

“Yes, we will. You’re leaving and you have no choice,” you pushed past him as he grabbed your arm, pulling you back as you glared.

“Then what if you get hurt? What if she hurts you?” he asked.

“She didn’t last time, she won’t this time,” you rolled your eyes.

You clenched your fist tightly, feeling an aching pain in your head as you tried to ignore it.

“But now you’re trying to protect me,” he pointed out.

“Look,” you started.

“Will you just listen to me for five seconds?” he raised his voice.

You exhaled sharply, looking up at him.

“I don’t want you to get hurt (Y/N), please listen to me,” he begged.

You stroked his cheek softly, breathing softly as he looked down at you.

“Somnum,” your eyes turned black, as he gasped softly, closing his eyes as he fell to the ground.

You closed your eyes, taking a breath as you walked to the rest of them.

“So, do we have a plan?”

---

“Isaac just said that Scott’s dad was at Argent’s house. He’s holding them right now,” you sighed, reading your texts from Isaac as you looked up.

“Okay, well, Derek and Cora are heading out of town now. I have no idea where Peter is,” Lydia shrugged.

You heard your phone going off again.

“It’s Stiles,” you said, reading the texts.

“Me and Lydia can hold her up. Aiden’s on our side too. You should go help your friends,” Ethan nodded softly.

You nodded, running off.

---

“What is it?” you looked at Stiles from the passenger seat as he anxiously drove through Beacon Hills.

“I’ve just had this big headache,” he sighed.

You looked outside the window, seeing lighting from the sky.

“Maybe I should drive then,” you offered.

“No, it's fine. I’ve just been feeling weird since we did that thing,” he sighed.

“What thing?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Sort of like what you did, when you lost your powers, the ice bath thingy. We made a sacrifice to the nemeton to try to find it,” Stiles swerved slightly, putting his hands on his head.

“Sorry,” he said.

“You did what?! You guys could've died! Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped!” you immediately scolded him.

“You were trying to help Cora,” he interrupted.

“I can’t believe you… you piece of-” you groaned, frustrated as you took a big breath, clenching your fist.

“Sorry, my head…” he swerved again as you tensed up, putting your hands on the wheel.

“Stiles?” he fell to the side, leaning on your arm as your heart began to race.

You could see the storm getting worse, hearing thunder as you turned the wheel, trying to keep the car in your control.

He laid unconscious on you as you pushed him aside as quickly as you could, trying to keep the car from hitting anything.

You could barely see the view in front of you, blocked out and covered by leaves and twigs. You winced as you heard someone screech, covering your ears with your head.

“Oh shit!” you turned the wheel quickly, taking a deep breath before seeing the tree in front of you. You quickly moved, trying to shield Stiles as quickly as you could.

“Stiles!”

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You opened your eyes, groaning as you felt blood trickling from your wound on your head. Stiles continued to lay unconscious as you tried to push him up. You tried to move, finding a sharp pain shoot up from your leg as you screamed. You could see your eyesight blurring as you yelled out for Stiles.

“Stiles!” you yelled, watching as he jumped up.

“W-What?! What happened?!” he yelled.

“We need to get out,” you said.

He pushed open his door, falling out as he gasped for air.

“H-How did this happen?” he asked, standing up shakily as he reached for your hand.

“Go find the nemeton and save them,” you said.

“I-I can’t leave you here. Y-You’re stuck,” he stuttered.

“Capitulum quintum,” you used your magic, forcing the door open as you fell out.

“I-I,” he stuttered, running his fingers through his hair as you stood up, leaning against the car, breathing heavily.

“You gotta go to the nemeton on your own… Lydia’s in trouble,” you said.

“What? How do you know?” he asked.

“I heard her scream. Just go. Take your bat in case there’s any trouble,” you said.

He reached for his bat, grabbing it before he gave you a look.

“Your head’s bleeding,” he said.

“Go,” your voice was distorted as you clenched your jaw, pushing yourself up as your eyes went black.

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You entered Derek's loft, immediately met with the faces of Derek, Jennifer, Lydia, and Cora.

You noticed Kali’s dead body on the corner, along with Ethan and Aiden’s.

“You’re supposed to be on your way out of here,” you raised an eyebrow.

“You little,” Derek pulled your arm, harshly yanking you to the side.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” he yelled, pushing you against the wall.

“I was trying to save your life!” you yelled back.

“By hurting yourself?!”

“In case you didn't realize, Kali is laying there, dead, and I wasn't even here to begin with!” you yelled.

“Why is your head bleeding?” he asked immediately, scrunching his eyes.

You twisted his arm back, pushing him away from you.

“What the hell are you doing here, Jennifer?” you clenched your jaw.

“I need yours and Derek’s help. To kill Deucalion,” she said.

“Let the sheriff, Melissa and Argent go and maybe we’ll consider it,” you said.

“She said she’ll let them go if we help her,” Derek sighed.

“First, I don’t trust you. Second, we should just kill you right here, right now. Third, Deucalion will be at his lowest right now. The rest of his pack is dead, we don’t need anyone else,” you said.

“Except he’s not alone. He has Scott wrapped around his little finger,” Jeniffer retorted.

“Well, Scott knows what he’s doing,” you crossed your arms.

“You haven't seen Deucalion at his strongest. I have. That’s why I need your help. If we help each other,” she started.

“Forget it,” you shook your head.

“We’re doing it to save them, (Y/N),” Derek said.

“So then what happens when you go fight Deucalion? Kill Scott too? Scott’s on his side,” you scoffed.

“We’re not gonna kill Scott. Look, we have the eclipse in our favor. Deucalion will be powerless, that’s when we strike,” he said.

“She’s worse than Deucalion! How can you not see it?!” you yelled.

“Deucalion was trying to kill me!” he yelled.

“That was Kali! God, you’re so stupid! How can you trust a single thing that comes out of her mouth?! Didn't she abandon you in the hospital? Kidnap Melissa and Argent and Stilinski! Why are you still covering for her?! She killed 9 innocent people, and she’s gonna kill more,” you could feel your head throbbing harshly as you clenched your fists as tight as you could, almost 100 percent sure your palms were bleeding now.

He looked at you silently, crossing his arms. He scratched his forehead twice, giving you a look as you inhaled deeply.

“So, fuck you, Jennifer, and goodbye,” you rolled your eyes, walking out of the loft as you pulled out your phone, texting Derek.

---

Your hands were shaking as you took a deep breath, hiding outside the building, awaiting the eclipse. The plan was fairly simple, wait till they all lose their power and then use a spell to trap both Deucalion and Jennifer.

Deucalion wasn't a bad person, you couldn't see him as one, for whatever reason. But Jennifer killed innocent people. She was selfish and only cared about power. You tried your hardest not to bring your own feelings into the reasons why you hated her. Derek cheated on you with her. But she did a spell on him, so it wasn't his fault. You kept thinking back to that fact, finding it hard to process that. It wasn't his fault. She manipulated him.

But he hurt you. He said he never loved you, not her. He said the two of you were a mistake, not her. But he didn't mean it, did he?

His words continued playing through your head on repeat, as you tried to ignore him. You let your emotions overcome your and your powers, now you killed your dad. Now you're always angry and in pain. It takes all your might to not try and kill everyone around you. But it was different with Derek. It was more painful with him. It’s like he was your anchor.

You looked up, seeing the sky turn an orange hue as you jumped up. That was your signal.

You ran into the building, looking around cautiously. Deucalion was nearly unconscious, laying on the floor, Scott staying in the corner. Jennifer stood up, towering over a bloodied Derek as your eyes went black.

“Lignum unum,” you pulled Jennifer away from Derek, using your magic to hold her down on her knees.

“Saepem coici,” you put a small barrier around the two of you, trapping her with you.

“That was a bad idea for you,” she chuckled, strained.

You squeezed your fist tighter, hearing her gasp for breath.

“(Y/N), d-don’t!” Derek yelled.

You ignored him, clenching your jaw as you tried to hold her down.

“She has her powers still! The plan didn't work!” he yelled.

You continued trying to hold her down, taking a deep breath. You could do this.

You could hear high-pitched ringing in your ears, wincing slightly as you attempted to hold the barrier together, attempting to hold her down.

“A te removere potentiam,” you continued going along with the plans, trying to stay strong as your head began aching from the noise.

“You can’t do that, (Y/N),” Jennifer began to stand up slowly, fighting your magic as you scrunched your eyes, trying to block out the sound.

“Oppilaverunt in perpetuum,” you let out a soft cry, saying one more spell as you fell to your knees.

“Your little plan backfired. It’s over for you. Stupid move, trapping us both in here. Now you'll die all alone,” she fake pouted.

“Inter duo,” you saw her stumble backward, looking at you.

“If you kill me, you die too. I linked us,” you struggled to speak as blood began falling from your nose, ears, and eyes.

“No, no you didn't!” she screamed.

She turned slowly, blood dripping from her as well.

“W-We…. can both die in here…. or you can stop,” you gasped for air as you laid on the ground.

You let out a cry, feeling pain ebbing throughout your body as blood dripped.

She whispered something softly, as you felt something break inside you as you screamed in pain.

“(Y/N)?!” you heard Derek yell.

“Let go of me. Now,” she yelled.

“If you hurt me, you hurt yourself,” you cried.

“Then I’ll hurt Derek,” she said.

You turned to him, watching as she used her magic to hold him against the wall, struggling for breath.

“N-No,” you whimpered.

“Let me go!” she screamed.

“Confractus link Index!” you screamed, breaking the link between the two of you, along with the barrier.

She kicked you harshly in the stomach, throwing you back as you groaned, Derek immediately falling to his feet, running to you.

“I-I’m sorry… It’s my fault. I-I thought she was going to lose her powers. God, you’re bleeding so much,” he wrapped his arms around you, lifting up your head as he held it in her arms.

“I-It’s not… your…. h-how long left till the eclipse is over?” you asked softly.

“Now,” you heard Scott’s voice.

Derek’s eyes turned blue, growling softly.

Jennifer grabbed a vial filled with mountain ash, throwing it around herself to keep the three of you out.

“Let go of (Y/N),” Scott growled.

“Or what? You can't do anything to me,” she scoffed.

You saw a small blue light shining, from the corner of your eyes as you squinted, watching Scott try and break the barrier.

“S-Scott,” you whispered.

You gasped softly, watching as Jennifer collapsed to the side, backing away from Scott.

“Let (Y/N) go. Stop the storm or I’ll kill you, I don't care what it does to the color of my eyes,” Scott threatened, his eyes flashing red.

“He’s an alpha,” you said.

“Shh, don't speak,” Derek whispered, holding your hand as he took your pain.

“It won't do anything to mine,” you watched as Deucalion stood up, walking past you and Derek as he used his claws to slash Jennifer’s throat, in one quick motion.

You gasped for air as his body fell limp, holding onto Derek.

“She’s dead. She’s dead,” he wiped your cheeks softly, cleaning away some of the blood.

It was done. She was gone. It was over.

---

“So, demon wolf? That’s how you knew so much about me turning into a demon,” you leaned against the door, talking with Deucalion.

“Yes, and also, I do have a few tricks up my sleeve,” he put his fingers on your forehead, as you closed your eyes, feeling a warm sensation pulse throughout your body.

“Thank you,” you replied, slightly shocked.

“Of course,” he nodded.

“Is there any way to stop it from happening?” you asked softly.

“I’m afraid there isn’t. At least not to my knowledge. But I will tell you this, witches don't usually have anchors. Consider yourself lucky for him,” Deucalion motioned to Derek.

You smiled softly, pushing yourself up as you put your hand out.

“Stay good, Duke,” you smiled softly.

“Duke?” he questioned.

“What? It’s short for Deucalion,” you shrugged.

“Very well then. Take care, (Y/N),” he shook your hand, before turning his back, walking off.

You walked to Derek and Scott, both of them turning to you.

“How are you feeling?” Derek asked.

“Good, Deucalion healed me. What about you two?” you replied.

Derek nodded, as the two of you looked at Scott.

“Well, I’m apparently an alpha now. My mom’s safe. So is Argent and Sheriff Stilinski,” he sighed.

“Well then, time to go home?” you suggested.

Both of them nodded, linking arms with the two of them, resting your head on Scott's shoulder as the three of you walked away.

---

“I’m going back to South America,” you turned to face Cora, your eyes watering.

“You’re leaving?” you asked softly.

She nodded, as you wrapped your arms around her tightly.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” you sniffled.

“Come with me,” she said.

“I can’t,” you shook your head.

“Why not?” she asked.

“Beacon Hills is my home, Cora. I’ve been living here for the past 19 years, I don't want to leave,” you said.

Cora froze for a second, before sniffling softly.

“You stupid bitch. Making me cry and crap,” she scoffed.

You laughed softly, looking at her.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you said.

“Well, you’re coming with me right now. Derek’s taking me to South America. You’re coming too,” she said.

“What?” you replied.

“You’ll be back in, like, a week. Come on,” she pulled you to the window, seeing Derek and Peter arguing about something, leaning on his car.

“Fine. But only if you promise to text me and call me like every day, okay?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Deal” she nodded, yanking your arm as she pulled you to the car, while you rolled your eyes.

“Hey,” you said to Derek and Peter.

Derek smiled at you softly, earning a glare from Peter.

“So, let’s hit the road, shall we?”

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Out With the Old, In With the New, Part Two -Because Men are Often Worse Still.

IT’S ALMOST 1 AM THIS TOOK SO LONG TO FORMAT AND YEAH I COULD’VE STARTED EARLIER BUT S T I L L-

Part Two of “Out With the Old, In With the New.” To recap, Piotr is kidnapped while on a mission, and you take things into your own hands when Nathan, Wade, and Neena turn up missing as well. In the process of tracking down Piotr, you run into and team up with Angel Dust -aka Christina--who’s looking for her missing daughter. You then ask Frank Castle for help in freeing your family, friends, and Christina’s daughter, then join him, Christina, Ellie, Yukio, and Russell on a mission to rescue everyone. Just when it seems like you’ve won, though, the mastermind behind the kidnappings --Nathaniel Essex--escapes with Christina’s daughter in tow, leaving you all with no other choice but to pursue him.

Yeah, it’s a lot. If you haven’t read part one, you definitely should otherwise this is going to be really confusing.

Rating: Tish for pyschological torture, injury, feelings of failure/probable rejection sensitivity dysphoria, and near death situations.

Pairings: Piotr Rasputin x Reader, Nathan Summers x Wade Wilson, Frank Castle x Karen Page, Ellie Phimister x Yukio, and Alexandra Rasputin x Nikolai Rasputin,

Taglist: @marvel-is-perfection, @chromecutie, @super-darkcloudstudent, @girl-obsessed-with-things, @nebulous-leo, @dandyqueen

Alright. Let’s start with the good news.

The good news is that Piotr is –mostly—okay. He’s a little dehydrated and a little roughed up from being knocked out and captured, but other than that he’s fine.

(According to him, Essex and his team of scientists seemed more interested in Neena, Wade, and Madeline; he and Nate were merely proxy captures.)

The bad news is that everything else is going to shit.

Scott basically hit the roof once he found out you left –with the teens, two known criminals, and a Hell’s Kitchen vigilante that is in the legal gray area in tow—without authorization, and is none too thrilled when you return with three more mutants that fall on the vigilante-assassin spectrum and a mutant super weapon with no tongue.

(Fortunately, Alex sends him packing with a none-too-welcoming glare before he can verbally rip you to shreds.)

Your home is a veritable madhouse, now. True to his word, your uncle flew in, and has since taken your dining room hostage with various laptops, weapons, and stacks of paper. Nate and Frank are shoulder to shoulder with him, going over various strategies and pieces of intel; Wade, Ellie, Piotr, and Christina are arguing about Francis and the Weapon-X program, while Mikhail, Yukio, Alex, and Russell are having their own other conversation about the lab and everything that happened there—

It all blends into a cacophony of noises, none of which is helping you think right now.

Shit.

You notice Neena sitting off to the side, staring out the darkened window that overlooks the back deck. You skirt the chaos that starts in your dining room, trails through the hall, and spills into the kitchen, and sit down next to her on the couch. “You okay?”

She sighs heavily, then gives you a weak, tired smile. “Not really. But I will be.”

You want to ask her what happened in the lab –what Essex was so interested in—but you know now’s not the time for that question. That there may never be a time for that question. “Why don’t you go lay down in the guest room upstairs?” You look over your shoulder at the multiple arguments and conversation, then back at her. “Not to say we don’t need you, but I think we’re covered as far as opinions go.”

“Thanks,” she says with a small smile, “but Wade actually called Dopinder for me. He’ll be taking me back to my place.”

“Are you sure that’s safe?” you ask with a frown.

“I’ve got a good feeling about it.”

You let out a little huff of laughter. “Well, if you want to go chill upstairs until Dopinder comes, feel free.”

“That actually sounds good. I think I’ll do—”

The sound of glass shattering cuts Neena off –along with every other person in your home, save for one.

“You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about!”

You whirl around and see Christina advancing on Wade, who quickly gets Russell out of her warpath before picking up the nearest, largest shard of glass from the broken mirror that he can find and angles it at her.

“I will fucking shank you,” Wade snaps, voice entirely lethal. “You –you, of all people—do not get to tell me what is and isn’t a job! Your fucking sugar daddy turned me into a moldy avocado that got facefucked by a naked mole rat! You two built an entire scam off torturing innocent, desperate people just so your psychopathic main squeeze could get his rocks off and feel like some sort of Zeus-wannabe—”

“You don’t understand shit!” Christina snarls, advancing on Wade. “You’ve never tried to take care of a kid—”

“—playing God and crushing people under his feet—”

“—with no way to get a decent job or pay child support—”

“—and then you helped kidnap my future baby momma—”

“—and no resources or avenues to help you out—”

“—and you think I’m just going to forgive that?”

“—so you take what you can get!”

“Alright, alright, easy,” Alex says with an air of unchallengeable authority. With a simple gesture of her hand, she uses her telekinesis to back Wade and Christina away from each other, before flicking her wrist again, sending every last splinter of glass off the floor and into the kitchen trash can. “There’s bad blood between you two, that much is obvious. None of that changes that we have child to rescue. You two can duke it out later; now, we focus. Ponimayu?”

“If you think,” Wade spits out, still glaring at Christina, “that I am working with some fucking Cara Dune knock off—”

“She will not be joining us,” Alex interjects. “So that takes care of that.”

“Since fucking when!” Christina growls, advancing on Alex with her fists balled up. “Maddie’s my daughter, I’m not—”

“Risking losing her permanently by possibly getting your ass caught in some less than legal actions, while associating with less than legal people,” Alex finishes, standing and crossing her arms over her chest. “Because you have criminal history, da? Which means you do not have full custody, da? And if you get caught in further such activity, you will lose custody to ex who decided to give your daughter to man we are tracking, da?”

Christina visibly seethes, but says nothing.

“Our goal is to protect your daughter, which also means protecting you,” Alex continues, voice gentler. “Otherwise, we end up right back here. So, you stay here, we bring Maddie back to you—”

“—and my ex still has custody rights,” Christina finishes, bitter and defeated.

Alex casts a glance at your uncle before shrugging. “Maybe not. We’ll work something out.”

Christina squints at her, expression perplexed. “Work ‘what’ out?”

“Also, sidebar,” Wade interjects. “Since when am I just getting looped in on this?”

“You want to leave young girl in hands of experimenting scientist?” Alex asks, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

“No.”

“Then you help. Anyone else want to say anything?”

“What about us?” Russell asks, gesturing between himself, Yukio, and Ellie.

“You three stay here as well –I will handcuff you all to chairs myself if it comes to that,” Alex adds before any of the teens can argue. “Anyone else?”

“How’re we gonna track this shitstain down?” Frank pipes up. “He could be anywhere.”

“We can go through the intel we already have,” your uncle says, jumping into the conversation. “Chances are he’s still local, since it’s not easy to keep multiple sites running across a widespread area. We sift through everything, we might find something—”

“I can do you one better.” Ellie rummages in the cargo pockets on her suit, then pulls out a miniature hard drive. “I downloaded the compound’s entire database while trying to open the last containment tube. If he’s got other contacts, other places he’s been setting up, it should be on here.”

Your uncle takes the hard drive from Ellie’s outstretched hand with an impressed nod. “Nice. I’ll get working on this, start doing some basic search eliminations so that we aren’t wading through so much information.”

“X-Men are still involved in this,” Piotr says, speaking up for the first time since Christina punched the mirror. “Things cannot go too far off rails.”

“I’ll go along,” you say quickly when you catch the expressions that flicker across Nate’s, Wade’s, Frank’s, Mikhail’s, and Alex’s faces. “To make sure things don’t get too crazy.”

Piotr frowns. “Myshka—”

“I’m already knee-deep in this shit when it comes to Scott,” you mutter, shrugging. “No need to yank anyone else in. And you need to rest. So there.”

Piotr purses his lips, then nods towards the stairs. “Can I talk to you for moment? Please?”

***

By the time you step over the threshold to yours and your husband’s bedroom, your stomach is in your shoes. You don’t need to see Piotr’s face to feel the disappointment, disapproval, and dissatisfaction radiating off him.

You knew it’d be coming. You’d just hoped that it would wait a little longer than this.

Piotr sits on the bed, waiting until you close the door behind you. The door latches shut, and then he lets out a sigh twice the size he is.

This fucking sucks.

“I wish I knew where to start,” he says quietly, gazing across the room at you.

“You’re upset,” you manage, throat already tight with emotion.

“I am,” Piotr confesses, still quiet. “I know you knew better. Are better.”

And there it is. Less than ten words, and he’s already got you on the verge of tapping.

“I didn’t have any other options,” you say, voice shaking. You sniff, then swallow hard and tilt your chin up. Don’t break down. Not now. “I really didn’t.”

“You always have other options, myshka. Options better than involving children and likes of Frank Castle. You could have asked X-Men for help—”

“Scott was the one on patrol monitor duty. Do you really think he gave me the time of day?”

Piotr frowns deeply. “You are X-Men. If you request assistance—”

“I’ll never be an X-Men in Scott’s eyes,” you spit out, voice breaking embarrassingly. “Look –there’s a young child missing, and she’s in the hands of a fucking maniac. Right now, that takes priority. You’re already disappointed in me—” You choke back a sob, then spread your hands in a ‘what else can I do’ gesture. “We all knew that was coming. So, let’s just leave it there, and next time I’ll try ‘extra hard to be good,’ or whatever.”

“Y/N—”

Whatever he’s going to say next you can’t bear hearing it.

You turn on your heel and all but run out of your bedroom and back downstairs.

***

You catch your uncle as he leaves the dining room.

“Woah, punk –you okay?”

“Yeah,” you lie, scrubbing your face dry. “You get through everything?”

He stares at you, hard, for a long time, but ultimately drops your evident falsehood. “Yeah. Team’s in there concocting a plan right now.” He nods towards the dining room. “Should probably hop in if you want to keep tabs on shit.”

“Yeah, yeah. Look, uh, could you do me a favor?

“Sure. Name it.”

“Can you get her—” you nod towards Christina, who’s sitting on your family room couch and staring off aimlessly into space “—on one of your teams?”

Your uncle raises an eyebrow. “I thought she and your brother had bad blood.”

“I’m more worried about her daughter. If we can give her something mostly legit to do, she’s more likely to be able to keep her, and then…” Images of your childhood flash through your mind, and you swallow hard. “And then another little kid doesn’t have to spend the rest of their life with someone who hates them.”

Your uncle’s expression softens. He nods. “Yeah, punk. I’ll get her set up.”

You nod in thanks –then hug tightly before heading into the dining room. Job’s not over yet. Not by a longshot.

***

Ellie’s mass download turns out to be more fruitful than anticipated –namely in that Essex has a righthand man that never visited the compound –to avoid potential capture if the location was compromised. A string of email communications shows that the righthand man knew about all of Essex’s secondary locations and developed the teleporter for Nathaniel.

And, with a little bit of working and some mostly illegal hacking, Nathaniel’s righthand man can be traced back to an apartment in Northern Manhattan (thank you, Micro, aka “Lieberman”).

The plan is simple. Mikhail teleports the rest of you inside the building’s stairwell to avoid being caught on camera. From there, you follow Alex, Mikhail, Nate, Wade, and Frank up to the proper floor.

Simple. Now all you have to do is execute it.

Your heart starts pounding in your throat as you follow the gaggle of assassins into the hallway. You’d agreed to come along, and you’d known that things would get… less than kosher…

But for the first time, you really take in the various guns everyone else is packing, and the body armor that Frank, Mikhail, and Alex all wear, and your stomach churns.

Dammit, Y/N, what did you just get yourself into.

Both Frank and Wade make to kick the door in –and then get yanked to the opposite wall via telekinesis.

“What, you want to alert entire floor?” Alex hisses, pulling on a pair of black leather gloves. “And get your fucking gloves on, Castle. We are not leaving prints if this guy decides to squeal.” She puts a glove hand on the doorknob, then frowns in concentration—

The door unlocks with a quiet click and swings open with a barely audible squeak.

You trail after everyone else, careful to stay outside any lines of fire—

And then everything happens in the blink of an eye.

The righthand man –Jason Cross, according to the name on the WiFi bill that Frank’s tech spook had tracked down—gets up out of his chair and makes a dive for a cell phone, only to hit the floor empty handed.

Alex summons the phone to her hand with her telekinesis, then swiftly pockets it. “Quiet, or this gets worse for you.”

“Get him in a chair,” Nate growls.

Frank, Wade, and Mikhail all rush Jason, physically picking him up and manhandling him into a wooden chair.

Mikhail pulls out a roll of duct tape from the duffel bag slung over his shoulder, then restrains Jason’s legs and arms with several loops of the stuff –all while whistling what sounds suspiciously like Katy Perry’s “California Girls.”

Because this night can’t get any weirder.

Wade rubs his gloved hands together, and the eyes on his Deadpool mask widen as he stares down at Jason. “Ah, this is gonna be fun! Whatcha feeling, baby boy? Chinese hot sauce water torture? Car battery to the nips? Poptart up the ass?”

“Why overcomplicate things,” Frank growls, voice sounding less like a human’s and more like if a pile of gravel learned how to talk. He towers over Jason, glaring down at him like Death personified. “Talk.”

Jason, to his credit, doesn’t piss his pants –though it’s probably a near thing. “L-look, man, I –I don’t know what you want, or what you’re hear for—”

“Wrong answer,” Frank snarls, then rears back and balls his hand into a fist.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Alex snaps, voice hushed. She bats his hand away from Jason with her telekinesis, then glares Frank down. “Eat a damn Snickers and sit the fuck down! For fuck’s sake!”

“He knows were the girl is,” Frank argues.

“And we are not going to get information if you start messing with his head –or if neighbors overhear you beating his ass. Sit down! Just –give me a minute.”

Frank scowls, but sits down on the nearest chair.

Alex lets out a huff, then starts stalking around the apartment.

You visually follow her trail as she snoops around Jason’s apartment. She does a cursory search of the kitchen, eyeing the pristine white coffee mugs all arranged with the handles facing left. She glances over the meticulously maintained coffee pot, then goes about checking through the cabinets.

“Whoa. Looks like someone’s a caffeine fiend,” Wade jokes when she opens one cabinet door to reveal several unopened bags of the same type of coffee.

Alex ignores Wade as she continues her circuit around Jason’s apartment. She eyes the immaculately white area rug and furniture, the precisely spaced pictures, and the flawlessly dusted coffee table before moving into his bedroom.

“Is there something specific we’re looking for?” Frank grumbles.

“Patience,” is Alex’s only reply. She opens the nightstand drawer, then pulls out a black leather-bound journal.

You get that sinking feeling in your stomach as you watch her flip through the journal’s pages, but stay quiet.

At this point, there’s really not much you can do to stop this ride.

Alex strides back out of the bedroom and tosses the journal onto the coffee table next to Jason, letting it land with a resounding thwap. She stares him down for a moment, then heads back to the kitchen.

“We’re looking for a missing kid,” Frank points out irritably.

“I am well aware,” Alex fires back, tone dry. She casts one more glance at Jason, then starts to shuffle through the rows of coffee cups –messing up their arrangement, touching them all over, sending the handles askew. She eyes one, coughs on it, then sets it back in the group before picking one from the back.

Jason stares after Alex, jaw clenching and unclenching feverishly. “Look, whatever it is you want—”

Alex ignores him as she withdraws the coffee pot from the machine. She turns towards the sink, then freezes halfway and sneezes into the pot.

Jason goes whiter than a sheet. “Just –look, I can’t tell you anything—”

She fills the pot with water, then sticks it in the machine. Alex tosses the already opened bag of coffee around for a moment –spilling a sprinkling of grounds on the counter and floor—before yanking one of the cabinet doors open and pulling out an unopened bag.

“Look, I –just stop!”

Alex pauses in her actions, glancing over her shoulder. “You know where the girl is.”

“I already said, I don’t know any—”

She turns away from him and rips the bag in half, sending coffee flying all over the kitchen.

Jason lets out a noise close to a sob.

Mikhail tosses a knife up and down as his mother portions out coffee grounds into a filter. “Is going long? Because, if is, I order pizza.”

Wade perks up. “Ooh, yeah! Burnt crusts and pineapple with olives!”

“No fucking pizza,” Frank growls, grimacing at Wade’s topping choices. “‘Specially not like that.”

“Terpeniye, ognennyy shar. We are just waiting for coffee to brew.”

“Betcha there’s a Postmates option that gets the pizza here faster than that.”

“Later, gorgeous,” Nate murmurs, gently squeezing his boyfriend’s hand.

Alex sets the coffee to brew, then strides into the main living area of the apartment, trailing coffee grounds with her. “Alright, we have few minutes. Let’s talk.” She fixes Jason with a stern glare when he all but lets out a shriek of agony. “You stay quiet, or I make this worse for you. Ponyal?” When his mouth screws shut, she nods and leans against a marble topped end table. “You know where the girl is. Where Essex took her.”

“Look, I don’t know—”

“Your email is listed in compound records,” Alex lists, starting tick off items on her fingers. “You own the blueprints for teleporter –which you also designed. Your journal mentions Essex by name and working with him. You have record of unethical scientific practices and aligning with agencies that promote or practice testing on mutant individuals. You know exactly why we are here and what we want, you are able to give it to us, and there is no ending in this that you do not come out fucked.” She stares him down for a minute, then shrugs. “You only control just how much it hurts.”

Jason gulps, then looks away. “Okay, look, I admit I know the guy –but if Nathaniel finds out I told you anything, he’s gonna kill me!”

“Should’ve thought about that before you sided with the guy that experiments on kids,” Frank growls.

“He’s going to kill you either way, considering we’ve been here,” Nate adds, leaning against the nearest wall. “You want to save a little girl’s life, or not?”

“You guys don’t understand,” Jason says, voice and expression suddenly earnest in a way that makes your skin crawl. “The gift this child possesses is too extraordinary to simply pass up on. The advancements that could be made for mankind are innumerable.”

“She’s a kid,” Frank snarls, finger tapping against his thigh. “Not a resource for you shitbags to exploit.”

“What even do you want her for?” Wade pipes up. “Aside from whatever sick torture porno collection the two of you are creating.”

“Subject Fifty-Eight has the ability to mimic other mutation sets and already displays remarkable ability to control and use said mutation. On her own, she could be an amazing asset in law enforcement and conflict de-escalation—”

“Which means you want to use her as a gun,” Wade surmises. “You sick cumsock.”

“It’s more than that!” Jason insists, leaning towards Wade as much as he can until the duct tape restraints stop him. “Nathaniel was making good headway on isolating the chromosome that carried the mimicry ability. If he’s able to separate it out, stabilize it, there’s not limits to what it could be used for. Soldiers and policemen with the ability to mimic fighting styles or power sets of alien opponents. Weapons with artificial intelligence interfaces that can adapt their ammunition to whatever they’re up against. Technology with programming that lets them adapt and overcome any type of malware. Vaccinations that could adapt to viruses—”

“We aren’t your ‘Godsend!’” you interrupt, crossing your arms over your chest. “Mutants aren’t a resource that you can just exploit for some type of breakthrough!”

“Not to mention, you held us against our will and put us in giant test tubes,” Wade adds furiously. “And we’re talking about a kid!”

“Sounds like dystopic book,” Mikhail interjects. “Like Hunger Games.”

“I think it’s more of a Divergent, technically—”

“I can’t let you stop the pursuit of science,” Jason says, so sincere and earnest that it’s disgusting.

You stare at him, shocked to your core. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

Mikhail turns to face his mother. “Mozhem li my prosto udarit' yego uzhe?”

“Almost.” The coffee maker beeps, and Alex strides back into the kitchen. She pours herself a cup, then walks back into the living area and sits on the couch, directly across from Jason. “Alright. Let’s try this one last time.”

Jason watches her, shifting in his seat (as much as the duct tape lets him). “Look, I already told you—”

“All you told me was a bunch of self-congratulating bullshit that, frankly, made me want to put your face through that end table,” she cuts him off, nodding at the marble end table to her right. “I’m giving you one last chance to do something other than waste my time, and then I’m personally shipping you out to a Siberian gulag, where you can spend the rest of your pathetic, disgusting days sniveling in a cold, dark cell and getting pissed on by gangsters who think you’re a fun bitch to bend over.”

As a credit to his tenacity, if not his common sense, Jason holds strong.

He gulps, and lets out a shaky breath, but shakes his head. “I can’t. I won’t.”

“For fuck’s sake, why aren’t we just breaking this shitbag?” Frank snaps, lurching up off the couch.

“Oh, we are,” Alex says, voice eerily soft and a calm, as she slowly raises the coffee cup to her lips. She maintains full eye contact with Jason as she takes a small sip—

Then she lifts the cup over the immaculate, pure white carpet, and tips it over.

Jason panics, lurching and struggling against his restraints. “No! No, no, no, no—”

The coffee stops, hovering in the air in a massive, rippling, dark brown blob.

Jason pants and gasps, eyes darting between Alex and the coffee.

Alex gently sets the empty mug down on the end table, expression completely inscrutable. She keeps her eyes locked on Jason, practically staring down into his soul.

If he has one left, you think bitterly.

Jason’s chest heaves, breaths slowly relaxing as the coffee continues to float in the air—

And then the blob begins to slowly –inexorably—pour towards the carpet.

Jason’s expression contorts into one of grief. His brow furrows. His eyes widen. His mouth strains into a grimace. His hands grip the armrests of the chair, knuckles going stark white. “Look –I can’t –I’m not—”

Alex merely raises an eyebrow –looking like the pinnacle of unimpressed—and continues to let the coffee flow sluggishly towards the ground.

Jason’s face goes deathly pale, then flushes as he starts to cry. Tears form in his eyes as he yanks at the restraints on his wrists. “Stop it… just –stop it!”

“Careful,” Alex says, voice perfectly smooth and neutral. “Struggle too hard, and you’ll knock over your chair. Might break something.”

His shoulders shake as he watches on, as he stares at a small drip of coffee that rolls down the outer edge of the blob and drops off, falling away from the liquid mass and towards the flawless white carpet—

And he breaks.

“Okay! Okay, okay, okay.”

The drop halts mere inches away from the floor.

Alex raises an eyebrow expectantly.

Jason sniffs and shudders, then hangs his head and starts talking. “The teleporter’s a prototype. It works, but it has a limited range and limited coordinate functions.”

“Useful stuff,” Alex says, voice going gravelly for the first time. “Or I’m dropping this whole cup and going back for the damn pot.”

“It’s in New Jersey. Near Cape May. There’s a second lab there that Nathaniel planned on retreating to if shit hit the fan.”

“And he’ll be there? With the girl?”

“Unless he’s decided to take her somewhere else, yeah.” Jason sniffs. “It’s the only other place he has that has the equipment he needs.”

Alex narrows her eyes. “Coordinates.”

“There’s a flash drive in my safe, underneath my bed. It has a backup of all the information and programming for the teleporter, in case the thing wiped itself clean.”

“Encryption?”

“Yeah; Nathaniel was paranoid about opposition from other companies and scientists. I can—”

“We’ll manage,” Alex interrupts him briskly. “Security measures on the safe?”

“There’s an alarm wired to the door that texts Nathaniel’s phone when it’s opened without the proper code.”

Alex nods at Mikhail. “Cut the back open.” She goes back to staring at Jason, bracing her elbows on her knees. “Security measures at the compound in Cape May.”

Jason squirms. “Look, I’ve already told you—” He lets out a pained whine when the coffee mass drops two inches, then starts talking once more. “It’s pretty spare. We couldn’t afford to have it equipped like the New York one. There’s some cameras, maybe three or four moderately armed guards, and some lockdown functions on the lab doors and windows, but that’s it.”

Alex watches him for a few moments longer, then turns her attention to everyone else. “Anyone else have questions?”

Frank scowls and shakes his head. He lurches off the couch, stalking towards the bedroom where the sounds of Mikhail cutting through the safe drone on. “Broke for a fucking carpet. Disgusting son of a bitch.”

Nathan shakes his head when Alex looks at him. “I’ve heard everything I need to hear.”

You pass on asking any questions, which only leaves Wade—

Who is staring off into space, fists clenched at his side.

You look at Nathan –who shakes his head—then back to Alex. “I… think we’re all set?”

Jason lets out a whimper when Alex collects the coffee back into the cup –mass, single drop, and all—then crumples as much as his restraints let him. “So, what are you going to do with me now?”

Alex shrugs. “Nothing.”

He frowns. “What?”

“Well, you said it yourself,” Alex says. “Essex will kill you just for ratting him out. We don’t have to do anything.”

Jason sputters, mouth opening and closing as he stares at Alex. “I—”

“I mean, look at you,” she continues, smiling enough to show a hint of teeth. “There’s not even a mark on you. Your apartment’s in one piece. All we really did was tape you to a chair and just… talk to you.” Her smile grows as Jason’s expression morphs to one of horror. “You broke for a carpet. If he doesn’t kill you for that, I’d be amazed.”

Jason’s chin trembles as tears roll down his cheeks.

Alex smirks, stands, takes a sip coffee, then grimaces. “You have shit taste in coffee.” She chucks the cup against the nearest wall –which elicits another groan from Jason—then peers into the bedroom. “Ognennyy shar! Skol'ko dol'she?”

“Uzhe sdelano!” The sound of the safe-cutting stops, followed by some rustling noises, and then Mikhail appears in the living room. He tosses the flash drive to Nathan. “Here goes.”

Nate catches it, then raises an eyebrow at the manila folder and envelopes in Mikhail’s other hand. “What are those?”

“Identity thieving.” He crams them in his duffel bag, then nods at Jason. “What do with him?”

Alex makes a ‘hmm-ing’ noise, then glances over at Jason—

Who promptly passes out.

“What did you do to him?” you ask.

“Pressure point and telekinesis.”

“And we’re just leaving him here?” Frank growls, emerging from the bedroom. “Letting him walk away?”

“With any luck, Essex will handle him for us,” Alex says, dropping the empty coffee mug in the kitchen sink. “If he doesn’t, we take things from there.”

You gulp. You know you should protest the idea of executing another human being –on some level, you want to, the justice system exists for a reason—

But you also know there won’t be any swaying any of the people around you. And… you doubt the world would mourn the loss of someone that broke for a damn carpet.

“Alright, we’re done here,” Alex declares as she strides towards the front door. “Let’s go.”

***

“What the fuck was that?”

You’re all back at the van –which was parked a few miles away from Jason’s apartment—stationed around it while you all wait for Frank to finish his argument with his “tech spook” and for the flash drive to be unencrypted. Frank’s at the open tailgate, doubled over a laptop while grumbling into a shitty flip-phone. Mikhail and Nate are going what the former lifted from Jason’s safe, and Alex—

Is currently being glared down by one very, very irate Wade Wilson.

He has his mask off, which is the biggest tip off that he’s genuinely furious and not just making an argument for the sake of making an argument. The dim lighting and the scars covering his skin cast his face in shadows, but it isn’t hard to miss the sound of his ragged breathing, the way he keeps clenching and unclenching his fists, or how his body is so tensely coiled that it seems like he’s only three seconds away from physically lashing out at Alexandra.

Everything goes silent –save for Frank’s frustrated muttering—as you all glance between the two assassins.

Alex, to her credit, seems none too ruffled. She blinks slowly, raises an eyebrow, and calmly crosses her arms over her chest. “In regards to what?”

“That fucking interrogation!” Wade snaps, sounding almost like a feral dog. “You said we were going in there to squeeze this guy until he coughed up his juices, and then you just –you just—”

“Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.” She shrugs. “Evident from the state of his apartment, his reactions to his order and cleanliness being disrupted, and the journal entries talking about his therapy sessions for the condition.”

“You fucking—”

“I got results,” Alex states. “Without alerting neighbors, authorities, or leaving a trail of evidence that would lead back to us or X-Men.” She raises an eyebrow. “You have problems with that?”

“Oh, I have fucking problems,” Wade seethes. “You don’t just… you don’t just force your way into someone’s brain and turn it fucking inside out! You don’t use something against them that they can’t help or control!”

Even Frank’s staring now, having stopped his quiet swearing and arguing.

“How many therapy sessions do you think this guy is gonna have to go through, now, just undo everything you did to him? You don’t –you don’t just—”

“Presuming he lives that long,” Alex interjects, leaning against the side of the van, “that is not my problem.”

Wade shakes his head vehemently, mouth twisting into a scowl. “We’re not supposed to be that. We bend the rules, we’re morally gray, but we do not sink to the bad guy’s level.”

Alex stares at Wade for a long time before finally speaking. “If you think you’re the first man who has problems with how I operate—”

“It has nothing to do with me being a man!” Wade shouts. “It has everything to do with you emotionally manipulating that shitbag on stuff that he can’t help and can systemically destroy his mental well-being! You beat the shit out of them, you make them piss their pants in fear, but you don’t purposefully look for their weakest spot and keep beating on it until they have nothing left to give you!”

Silence falls, save for the sound of taxis honking and various sirens in the distance.

Nathan steps towards Wade, gently putting his arms around him while Wade gasps and shakes. “Easy, sweetheart. Deep breaths.”

“Semantics of the ‘ethics of interrogation’ aside,” Alex continues once Wade catches his breath, “you are not the first person who takes issue with how I operate. Our goal tonight was covert operation and quick answers. I did both. That nets a win.”

Wade shakes his head against Nate’s shoulder. “You can’t.”

“You don’t want to. I don’t take issue with it.” She shrugs. “Next time we have to do something similar, we stick you on lookout duty instead. Simple.”

You swallow hard as silence stretches on once more, gaze darting between Wade and Alex as the two stare each other down—

And then Frank’s phone starts yelling.

Frank blinks, then lifts his phone’s speaker to his ear. “Yeah, I’m here… dammit, Lieberman, why didn’t you say you were fucking done? …yeah, yeah…” He crouches and peers at the laptop screen, where there’s a few different folders open. “Alright, what are we looking at?”

***

The secondary compound is markedly smaller than the first. It’s fairly non-descript, planted in the center of a vast, weed-choked, otherwise abandoned parking lot.

“Used to be a pharmaceutical processing center,” Nate says as scans the warehouse through a pair of night vision binoculars. “Records say that Essex bought it through a third-party once they shut down due to budget cuts.”

“Good for him,” Frank grumbles as he sips down a cup of coffee. “How do we crack this place open?”

“Should be able to break in through the South entrance,” Nate reasons. “It’s the least defensible from the inside. Get in, gun our way to the lab.”

You drink from your own cup of coffee as you mull your dad’s suggestion over –it’s three in the morning, and it’s only going to get rougher from here on out—then shake your head. “No. We can’t risk losing Madeline.”

“She’s right,” Alex chimes in. “Going in ‘guns blazing’ will alert everyone and give Essex time to escape.”

“Anything we do is going to alert him,” Nate huffs. “The lab has security camera feeds that let him see the whole base. At this point, it’s about speed.”

“Unless we draw him out,” Wade suggests.

Silence falls over the group as you all consider the idea.

“How would we do that?” Nathan asks.

“Like you said, he has the camera feeds,” Wade explains. “So, figure out where the cameras are, and send out a ‘bait team’ to trigger them and bring him out. Then, while they have Essex distracted, the rest of us go in and save Madeline.”

“Is good idea,” Mikhail agrees after a moment of thought.

Nathan considers, then nods. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

***

“Do you really think he’s gonna come out here to fight us?”

You’d teamed up with Alex and Nate to distract Essex, leaving Frank, Wade, and Mikhail to extract Madeline from the compound.

At the time, it’d seemed like a good idea.

But now, as you’re strolling up to the warehouse-style building, in full view of any cameras and with no other cover, you’re starting to have second thoughts.

“He’ll come,” Nate says, charging up his gun.

There’s an undercurrent to his voice –tension, anger, you’re not sure what—that makes you think he knows more about this situation than he’s letting on—

But then there’s a flash of light, and Nathaniel’s standing less than twenty feet away from you, and you don’t have time to second guess anything else.

“You really thought that splitting up would work?” He smirks, self-assured. “Like I don’t already have your whole plan figured out.”

“Working so far,” Nathan grits out, setting his sights on Essex. “You’re out here.”

Nathaniel’s smirk broadens into an arrogant, borderline crazed grin –and then whips his hand to his left.

A rusted metal shipping container, long since left discarded by the previous owners, scrapes across the pavement as it moves towards you three. It picks up speed, moving faster and faster, until it’s practically hurtling towards you.

You gasp and crouch, split seconds away from grabbing your dad and Alex and flying for it—

And then Alex flicks her hand –deftly, casually—at the container.

It stops in its tracks, crumpling in on itself like an empty Pepsi can.

Nathaniel stares at her, mouth gaping in awe and horror.

Alex glares mutely at him, stalking across the parking lot towards him before pulling out her own gun and opening fire.

Nathaniel erects a telekinetic shield to deflect the bullets, then reaches for the teleporter mounted on his wrist.

Before he can touch it, though, Alex flicks out a thin cord of energy from her hand, wraps it around his upper body, then flings him across the parking lot.

Nathaniel grunts as he tumbles along the ground, teleporter sparking when it smacks into the hard pavement. He rolls to his feet, tapping at the device’s display screen, then curses when it doesn’t work before launching more scattered debris at Alexandra.

You watch, somewhat awestruck, as Alex deftly dodges the various projectiles as she charges Essex once more. “You think she’s got that covered?”

“Here’s fucking hoping,” Nate grunts as several black-clad, well-armed men sprint out of the nearest entrance to the warehouse.

The fight becomes less of a ‘fight’ and more of a ‘dodge the multiple flying chunks of metal’ challenge as you and Nathan try to take down Essex’s hired muscle and Alex deals with Nathaniel himself.

You yelp as you duck a straight blast of energy from Alex, which goes on to score out a chunk of the asphalt behind you. You try to fly into the air to avoid getting hit by anything else –then nearly get taken out by a spray of gunfire from one of the guys Nathan’s chasing down.

You’re in over your head. You’re in way over your head. This is so far above your pay grade it’s not even funny anymore. You can handle the various scrapes the X-Men get into, and you’ve managed to come out on top in a few rougher fights than that, but trying to keep pace with literal professional soldiers and assassins is a step too far for you. Several steps too far.

Get home to Piotr, you chant in your head, like a mantra. Get home to Piotr, get home to Piotr, get home to Piotr.

You unleash a whirlwind of air, knocking several gun-bearing men away from you.

Get home to Piotr.

You bounce away from what sounds like a grenade going off, sailing through the air and dodging pieces of shrapnel as best you can as you go.

Get home to Piotr.

Something hits you hard in the back, and you plummet to the ground with a choked grunt. The pavement is none too forgiving to your comparatively fragile, fleshy body; pain sparks in your head and your right knee, alerting you to their discontent with being abused like this.

Your vision goes blurry, and the world slows for a minute as you try to get your bearings back about you.

Get… home…

“…hardly even a challenge.”

You look up, and see Nathaniel Essex standing over you.

He’s grinning nastily, which only further offset by the blood caked to the side of his face. He flicks his hand, and sends you tumbling across the ground once more. “I know the X-men have low standards for fighting capabilities, but this is depressing, even for them.”

Get home… to…

You stagger to your feet, gritting your teeth together as your head and knee throb in vengeful unison. Your stomach drops when you think of Alexandra –granted, your vision’s blurred, but you can’t see her anywhere—but you quickly push it aside when Nathaniel launches a steel beam at you.

He has the decency to look somewhat impressed when you bat it away with an air shield. “Not bad.”

Before you can think, you feel an invisible hand close around your neck, shutting your airflow off as it lifts you off the ground.

“But not good enough.”

You claw at the invisible force –not that it does any good. Your feet kick and thrash as you cough and sputter—

And slowly, the world goes dim.

Piotr.

I’m sorry.

Your face throbs, pulse slowing as you begin to pass out—

No.

Absolutely. Not.

I refuse to go out to this jackass.

With your last bit of consciousness, you force yourself to stop struggling against the pressure around your neck and focus instead on the air around you –to do something with it, anything.

You manage to create a shockwave, sending it out in all directions around you—

It’s enough.

You drop to the ground as Nathaniel goes flying –hitting your other knee in the process, because that would be just your luck—gasping and sobbing as oxygen flows back into your lungs and body. Your ears are ringing slightly, and you throat feels like you’ve been drinking sandpaper—

Get home to Piotr.

You’re alive. Now you just need to do something with it.

You get to your feet, vision swimming as your eyes adjust from having hit your head and then nearly been strangled, but you manage to make out Nathaniel, groaning and laying a few yards away from you.

Get home to Piotr.

You clumsily unleash another blast of air at him, shoving him further away from you and getting a few good, pained swear words out of him for your efforts. You stumble to the side, then gear up to hit him again—

A flash of brilliant, golden energy slams into Nathaniel, rocketing him across the lot and into one of the warehouse walls. A few seconds later, it’s followed by a none too happy Alexandra, who storms after Nathaniel like the human equivalent of a particularly angry swan with a gun.

Seeing that Alex has Nathaniel well handled, you opt to drop down to your knees –hurting both of them this time, fan-fucking-tastic—then crumple against the asphalt on your side and curl into a ball.

Get home to Piotr. Get home to Piotr. Get home to—

A pair of hands grip underneath your armpits, and then someone hauls you to your feet.

“Come on, Rasputin,” Frank grunts, steadying you as you whine and curse. “We’re not done yet.”

“I am,” you mutter. “Hit my head.”

“Yeah, that’s probably why you’re bleeding.”

“Shit.”

A few feet away, you can see Mikhail handling the last of the gunmen, while Wade sprints clear of the fracas, holding a crying little girl in his arms.

Further away, you can make out Nathan and Alex, who’re working on taking down Essex.

You squint, then let out a frustrated sigh when that does nothing to clear your vision. “Who’s winning?”

“Your guy’s mom,” Frank says, sounding somewhat… amused? Impressed? It’s impossible to tell, with him. “She’s uh… she’s pretty much stomping him.”

There’s a few more flashes of Alex’s energy powers, accompanied by the tell-tale sound of your dad’s “future gun”—

And then there’s a flash of white light, and everything goes silent.

Dread sinks in your stomach. “He’s gone, isn’t he?”

Frank lets out an irritated grunt that confirms your fears.

“Okay,” Wade says as he gently rocks Madeline back and forth. “Who pressed the Staples’ button?”

Mikhail looks around for any sign of Essex, then looks to his mother. “Chto teper'?”

“Now, Alexandra sighs as she flicks the safety for her rifle on, “we go home.”

“What about Essex?” Mikhail asks.

“He will surface again, eventually. For now—” she nods at Madeline “—we get her back to mother.”

You raise your hand. “Question: does this mean I can pass out now?”

***

The ride home –since Mikhail’s too tired to teleport everyone and the van you’ve been using back to Xavier’s—is exhausting. By the time you reach the school, the sun’s already rising into the sky.

The process of going through the medical checks –which takes even longer for you, since you have a definite concussion—is excruciating. You’re past running on fumes; all you want is a hot shower, a warm bed, and to not be interrupted for about seven to twelve hours.

It’s all worth it when you see Madeline dash into her mother’s arms. For all your misgivings against Christina –and, considering what she did to Wade, there’s plenty—there’s no denying that she and her daughter have a good bond.

Your uncle intercepts you as you trudge up the porch steps, steadying you as he guides you towards the door. “We’ve got her—” he points discreetly at Christina, who’s still hugging Madeline “—step up. She and her kid should be safe.”

You nod, too weary for words, then make to enter your home—

Except Christina stops you, quickly ushering Maddie inside while your uncle leaves to talk to Nathan and Frank. She steps between you and the door, gaze darting between your uncle and you. “Who the hell is he?” he hisses, jerking her chin towards your uncle. “And why did you even help me? He told me you asked him to set me up with… basically everything?” She narrows her eyes at you, regarding you with hostile suspicion. “The fuck are you trying to pull?”

You want to say something about morals and doing the right thing, about taking the high road, about mutants needing to stand together regardless of their respective pasts…

What comes out, though, is, “My parents paid a telepath to remove my mutant abilities, and all it wound up doing me was nearly killing me and left permanent psychic scarring on my brain.”

Christina blanches, blinking repeatedly. “…Shit.”

You shrug. “Pretty much. Look, your daughter needs a safe space to grow up in, and despite my vast misgivings against you… it’s clear that the two of you love and trust each other. As far as I’m concerned, I did all this for your daughter, so that…” You throat constricts with emotion, and you swallow hard before pressing on. “So that she wouldn’t have to endure the kind of childhood I had.” You sigh, wipe away a few stray tears, then level Christina with an exhausted glare. “Let’s be clear, though –you hurt Wade again, and I’ll fly you out to the middle of the fucking ocean and drop you there.”

Christina rolls her eyes. “Ooh, I’m so scared.”

“Whatever. Please get out of my way so I can go take a fucking shower.”

She smirks, but steps aside nonetheless.

You sigh heavily, then finally step into your home.

Somewhere during the period when you were gone, Illyana and Nikolai showed up –and brought Karen Page with them, too. They, in tandem with Piotr, are monopolizing your kitchen, making breakfast for everyone.

You wait until everyone else from the “rescue group” files into your house, then use the distraction of everyone being reunited to slip upstairs unnoticed. You beeline straight for the bathroom in yours and Piotr’s bedroom, shucking your clothes as you go, then step into the shower and turn the water on full blast.

You can barely keep your eyes open. The only thing that’s keeping you from curling up and going to sleep in this shower is that you don’t fancy the thought of drowning… or accidentally plugging the drain with your foot, flooding the basin, and soaking the bathroom floor.

(You’d been sick; it’d been an accident.)

You do the bare minimum to get yourself clean, then shut off the water and sag against the tile wall. It’s a full five minutes before you can convince yourself to get out of the shower, and even then it’s with a great deal of mental swearing and complaining.

You get dry, find some pajamas (which are really just one of Piotr’s shirts and a pair of clean underwear), then crawl onto the end of your bed and curl up under the throw blanket you keep there for decorative purposes.

And, finally, sleep claims you.

***

You get all of five minutes before the door to yours and your husband’s bedroom opens.

“Myshka.”

You groan and crawl further under the throw blanket. “Y/N is not available right now. Please leave a message at the sound of the ‘fuck.’”

Piotr laughs softly, and you can hear a plate and a glass clatter against his nightstand before the soft, rustling sounds of the blankets and pillows being moved fill your ears. “Come on, moya lyubov’. Breakfast is—”

“I will jam a pancake up your ass.”

He laughs again –then gently cradles you in his arms and sets you at the top of the bed, against a pile of pillows. He sets a warm plate of food in your lap, then sets a fork and knife on the top edge of the plate. “You need to eat, myshka. You have had long night.”

You groan, reluctantly pry one eye open, then sigh resignedly when you see a stack of chocolate chip pancakes, a helping of bacon, two slices of banana bread, and a heap of hash browns. “Carbs. You would know the way to my heart.”

“I would hope so.” He sits next to you on the bed, takes your hand in his, and kisses your bruised knuckles. “You are moya zhena, after all.”

He looks better than when you rescued him from Essex’s clutches. He’s showered, shaved, put on fresh clothes, combed his hair. There’s still shadows under his eyes and a bruise on his cheek, but he looks more like the Piotr you know and love.

You lift your hand to gently rub your thumb along the swell of his cheek, skirting the edge of his bruise –but then your low mood catches up with you, and you drop your hand and look down at your breakfast plate. “You don’t have to stay with me. I know you probably don’t want to.”

You can hear the frown in his voice when he speaks. “Why… why would I not want to be with you?”

“Because you’re ashamed of me,” you eke out, fighting back tears.

Piotr sighs heavily, then leans over and kisses your temple. “I am not ashamed of you. I love you. And… I owe you apology.”

“Apology?” You frown, then set your plate aside before looking up at him. “For what?”

“For not standing up for you more, to Scott.” He grimaces. “Ellie told me what happened. How Scott treated you.”

“That –that’s not your fault, Piotr,” you protest. “Scott’s an asshole because he wants to be; you’re not responsible for his dickotry.”

“Perhaps not—”

“And I can stand up for myself,” you add, eager to soothe his worries. “It’s –it’s not your job to have to do that for me. I’m more than capable of standing up for myself, I promise.”

He smiles softly, then kisses the back of your hand. “I know. It is nothing about ‘capable’ or ‘job.’ I… I know he picks at you. And others. And perhaps it is because I am complacent or non-confrontational, but… I do nothing. And that is not okay. And for that, I am sorry. I am sorry I have not protected you better, and I hope you can forgive me.”

You sniff, then wipe away the tears trailing down your cheeks. “Of course, I can forgive you, sweetheart. I…” You sniff again, and –finding yourself at a loss for words—repeat yourself. “I forgive you, Piotr. Always.”

“Spasibo, moya serdste.” He kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment, then leans back to rub at his own damp eyes. “Ellie also told me about… conversation she and you had before rescue mission. About position she and others put you in. We had long talk about respecting authority and listening to those with more experience; she wants to apologize, once you are ready.”

You let out a shaky breath, then nod. “I think I want to sleep first.”

“Konechno. After breakfast.”

You laugh wetly and roll your eyes. “Yes, fine, after breakfast, you big dad.”

He chuckles along with you, then none-too-subtly sets your plate back in your lap. “Shoe fits, I wear. Plate in front of you… you eat?”

You laugh at the adorable, impossibly hopeful look he gives you, then heap up some hash browns and pancake on your fork and shove the bite in your mouth. “There. Happy?”

“Immensely.” He hands you the glass of orange juice he brought up, but it slowly ebbs as he watches you eat, contemplation evident in his expression. “Why… why did you think… that I was disappointed in you?”

“Is this your way of saying you weren’t?” you ask tiredly.

He purses his lips, then sighs heavily. “Initially, I was… frustrated. And small bit disappointed. But once I understood,” Piotr says, angling his head to catch your gaze until you relent and look him in the eye, “I was not disappointed with you in slightest. I know you. I know you are not needlessly reckless. I know you would not carelessly put Ellie, or Russell, or Yukio in such dangerous position.”

“But you thought I was. Reckless and careless.”

“It looked that way, but I knew it was not you,” he says, sincere. “And I knew that you had to be desperate to turn to Mr. Castle, I just… did not have all pieces. So, again, why did you believe I was disappointed in you?”

“Because why wouldn’t you be?” You set your fork down, chest tight with hurt and sorrow and regret. “I –I failed! I couldn’t do things the ‘right’ way, I asked a vigilante and a –a murder for help, I couldn’t –I couldn’t keep Ellie and Russell and Yukio out of it—”

“You did your best,” Piotr says softly. He sets the plate back on the bed and draws you into his arms when you start crying again. “You knew that we were in danger –that child was in danger—and you had no help, so you went and found it.”

“But –but Ellie—”

“Put you in unfair position and did not respect your authority, so you did what you could to keep her and Russell and Yukio safe,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. “You did your best, myshka. And that is something I am very proud of.”

You burst into sobs, relief pouring over you, washing away the grief and hurt and self-loathing you’d held in over the course of the night. You cling to him, clenching the material of his shirt in your fists as you shake and sniff and whimper.

And Piotr holds you. Rocks you back and forth. Whispers how much he loves you and how proud he is of you and kisses your hair and the bridge of your nose and your tear-streaked cheeks.

Eventually, you calm down. You catch your breath, inhaling and exhaling shakily as your husband rocks you back and forth. You lay your head on his shoulder, blinking the last of the tears away. “She’s right, you know.”

“Who is?”

“Ellie. About being an adult. We won’t be able to… to tell her what to do forever.”

“Nyet,” Piotr agrees, kissing your forehead gently. “But this is different. And she understands that now.”

You let out a shaky breath, then hug your husband tightly. “I love you, baby.”

He hugs you back just as tight. “And I love you, myshka.”

You tip your head back so you can kiss him, then let out a contented, relieved sigh when he presses his lips against yours.

You’re okay.

#sass writes #piotr rasputin x reader #colossus x reader #nathan summers x wade wilson #cablepool #frank castle x karen page #negasonic x yukio #alexandra rasputin x nikolai rasputin #tw: psychological torture #tw: injury #tw: near death #tw: feelings of failure #deadpool fanfiction #x men fanfiction

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What a Furry Ride

Chapter 10 Set in Episode 9

***I don’t speak Spanish so yes I used google translate...sorry hehe***

Stiles walks through the cafeteria and sits down next to Scott. He sets his tray down, dumping his bag onto the floor before glancing over at Dani. Dani decided to join them for lunch today due to the new Jackson situation. “Did you get her to give you the necklace?” Stiles asks.

“Not exactly” Scott shrugs.

“What happened?”

“She told me not to talk to her...at all.”

Stiles bites off a chunk of his roll, giving a slight nod. Dani sighs, poking her food around her plate. “So, she’s not giving you the neck-”

“She’s not giving me the necklace” Scott snaps, interrupting Stiles.

“Okay, did you find anything else out?” Stiles asks.

“Just that I know nothing about girls and that they’re totally psychotic.”

Dani looks up from her tray and slaps Scott upside the head. “What the-?!” Scott grabs the back of his head.

“Excuse you, I am not psychotic!” Dani snaps.

“I didn’t say you!”

“You said ‘girls’, I’m a girl you idiot!”

The siblings glare at each other for a moment before Stiles refocuses them. “Okay, I came up with a plan B in case anything like this happened.”

“What’s plan B?” Scott asks.

“Just steal the stupid thing.”

“That’ll work.” Dani chimes in.

Stiles gestures to her like it will enforce his idea. Scott sighs heavily. He didn’t want to have to do that, going through Allison’s things and all. She’s so upset with him already. He didn’t want to make it worse and lose the possibility of being friends with her. “Couldn’t we try at least getting to Harris?” Scott asks. “My dad put him on a twenty-four-hour protective detail, okay? The necklace is all we got.” Scott lets out another sigh. He’s already hating plan B.

Scott looks up and finds Jackson staring at him from several tables away. Scott straightens up and swallows hard. Dani notices her brother’s uneasiness. “Scott, what’s wrong?” she asks. “He’s watching us” Scott says. Dani and Stiles share a glance before looking around the cafeteria. Dani’s gaze lands on Jackson who is practically glaring holes into her little brother. A flare of protectiveness ignites in her belly and she tenses. “Act normal” Scott whispers. Stiles gives an awkward nod, focusing on his tray. Dani sighs and runs her hand across Scott’s back trying to calm him.

Jackson takes a bite of his apple. Scott cringes as the sound echoes in his ears. Jackson notices and frowns.

“Scott”

Scott’s eyes widen slightly.

“You can hear me?... You can, can’t you?”

Dani watches Scott slightly squirm in his seat. “What’s wrong?” she asks. “Jackson’s talking to me, he knows I can hear him” Scott says. Dani clenches her jaw while Stiles looks right at Jackson. “Look at me! Talk to me, act like normal- pretend like nothing’s happening” Scott says.

“What, are you trying to pretend not to hear me?...”

Stiles and Scott’s minds scramble as they try not to panic. “Where’d he go?” Dani asks. Scott looks over finding Jackson’s seat empty. “Where the hell is he?” Scott scans the room, trying to find him.

“Looking for me, McCall?”

“Scotty, just ignore him” Dani says.

“I can’t, he’s in my head!” Scott whispers.

“I’m right here…So what else can you do? Can you see better, are you stronger, more powerful?”

Dani and Stiles watch Scott very carefully as he grips his water bottle.

“I knew there was no way you just suddenly got that good at lacrosse. Which means you’re actually a cheater. Aren’t you?”

Scott stares forward, glaring at nothing as Jackson’s words start to get under his skin.

“Can you even play lacrosse?”

“Yes” Scott growls to himself.

Dani and Stiles look at each other again. They can see how tense Scott has gotten so whatever Jackson is saying it’s starting to get to Scott.

“I bet my new co-captain is going to score a bunch of shots tonight, aren’t you?”

Scott becomes more visibly agitated and Dani glances down at Scott’s hand. His right hand, gripping the water bottle is shaking. Dani clenches her jaw. “I’ve had enough” she says, getting up. She’s sick and tired of Jackson tormenting her little brother. No one comes after her family. She doesn’t care that Jackson is friend, he’s crossed the line.

Dani walks around the cafeteria, finding Jackson leaning against the wall. She walks right up to him, getting his attention. “Dani! Happy Birthday!” He says, acting like nothing was going on. “Hallway, now” She says through gritted teeth. Once they’re in the hallway, Dani throws her bag on the floor. “¿Qué demonios estás haciendo?” (What the heck are you doing?) Dani shouts and shoves him. Jackson blinks at her. “¡Si lastimas a mi hermano, quemaré tu casa!” (If you hurt my brother, I will burn your house down!) she shouts. “¡Y también conseguiré tu estúpido auto!” (And I’ll get your stupid car too!) “English, Jesus Christ!” Jackson shouts back at her.

“What the hell are you even saying?” Jackson asks. Dani glares at him, her anger practically radiating off of her. “Leave Scott alone!” she shouts. Jackson stares at her, everything coming together in his head. Dani watches his expression fall and how it’s quickly replaced with surprise and anger. “You know?” he says, staring at her in disbelief. “You know?!” He repeats, raising his voice. “Of course I know, he’s my brother!” Jackson’s lip twitches up as his anger boils. “I knew you all were a bunch of freaks” Jackson says. Dani scoffs and folds her arms over her chest. “Freaks? What an original put down” she says. “I find out about you threatening and blackmailing my brother, how do you expect me to react? You’re my friend Jackson, so I’m trying to be-” Dani trails off watching Jackson stand there texting, completely ignoring her. “-What the hell are you doing?”

Jackson slips his phone into his back pocket and looks up just as Dani’s phone dings. Dani glares at him, pulling out her phone. She scoffs, seeing that the text is from Jackson. She’s so close to beating him over the head with her shoe. She unlocks her phone and reads the text.

‘It’s over. Friendship terminated. We’re done. Please return my sweatpants as soon as possible.’

Dani looks up from her phone, just staring at Jackson for a moment. “What?!” she says.

“Did you not read it?” Jackson asks.

“Yes, I did.”

“Well, obviously not thoroughly because it clearly says that we’re not friends anymore so I’m not sure why you’re confused.”

“Jackson, what the hell?”

“I’m cutting the dead weight out of my life to make room for some new changes your brother is going to help me with.”

“What?!”

“Alright, I’ll make this short so you can understand. Friends don’t keep secrets from each other Dani. Why you didn’t tell me about this, I have no idea, but I’m over it and I’m over you.”

Dani stares at him in disbelief. It was never his business. He had no right to know about Scott being a werewolf. Jackson’s completely obsessed with being the best. It’s almost like he’s trying to prove himself to someone who’s not even there. “I’m not cool with your brother, so I’m not cool with you” Jackson adds. He pulls a small bracelet out of his back pocket and holds it up so she can see it. It’s one of the friendship bracelets they made together in third grade. He pulls out his pocket knife and cuts the bracelet in half before handing what’s left it to Dani. “This should solidify the termination of our friendship” he says.

Dani stares down at the ruined bracelet, tears forming in her eyes as Jackson storms off without remorse. Dani slowly pulls her matching bracelet out of her pocket and lays it in her hand next to Jackson’s. It’s really over. 11 years down the drain. Her chest is unbelievably tight with rising emotions, the stress of the situation, and being overwhelmed by everything that’s happened in the past few days. Now this? Is she really being punished for something her brother never asked for? She pulls out her inhaler and inhales a puff, trying to calm down. Dani places the bracelets in her back pocket and picks up her backpack off the floor. She quietly makes her way into the bathroom. She can’t handle anymore input today. She’s reached her max.

~~🌻~~

After school lets out, Stiles rushes home. He dumps his book bag in the floor of his bedroom, happy to be away from the stressful morning, but he has work to do. He sits down at his desk and logs into his laptop. “Hey Stiles” he hears his dad call from down stairs. Stiles spins his chair around. “Yo da-Derek” Stiles freezes. Derek is standing just by his door in his room. Stiles gapes at him for a second trying to regroup. Derek raises his finger to his mouth, gesturing to be quiet and then points at the door. Stiles looks over seeing his dad approach and he launches out of the chair, scrambling for the door. He grabs the door pulling it mostly shut, standing in the doorway nervously. “What’d you say?” Noah asks. “What?- I said ‘Yo dad’” Stiles says as calmly as possible, shrugging off the response. “Listen, I got something I gotta take care of, but um… I’m gonna be there tonight, I mean, your first game.”

“My first game. Great, awesome uh… good” Stiles says. He was trying very hard to stay chilled out so his dad would leave as quickly as possible or even worse, step inside his room. Noah pauses for a moment, smiling at his son. “I’m very happy for you” he says. “And I’m really proud of you” he adds. “Thanks. Me too I’m happy and proud” Stiles says. The awkwardness is so thick in the air around him he just wants the moment to end. “Of myself” he adds.

“So they’re really gonna let you play right?”

“Yeah, dad I’m first line.”

“I’m very proud.”

“Me too.”

Noah moves in, pulling Stiles into a hug. “Hugy” Stiles mumbles, pulling away awkwardly. “Hugy hugy…” he trails off. Noah frowns at his son for moment. “See you there” he says, turning for the stairs. “Take it easy” Stiles says. Stiles drops his head back against the door letting out a sigh of relief, practically deflating against the door. He slips back into his room only for Derek to pin him against the door. “If you say one word-” “What, you mean like ‘hey dad, Derek Hale’s in my room, bring your gun’?” Stiles interrupts. Derek bites his tongue for a moment, letting go of Stiles. He doesn’t have the upper hand in this situation so he can’t exactly force him to submit.

“I mean, do you have a death wish?! My dad is the sheriff!” Stiles says. “You can’t stay here, man” he adds. Derek nods and backs away from Stiles. Stiles moves back over to his desk and studies him for a moment. “I’m guessing you’re here for a progress report” he ventures. “Scott didn’t get the necklace?” Derek asks. “No, he’s still working on it…but there’s something else we can try.” Derek steps forward, shrugging as if to ask, ‘What?’.

“The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there.”

Derek frowns. “So?” he says.

“So, it wasn’t Scott.”

“Can you find out who sent it?”

“No, not me…but I think I know somebody who can.”

Derek nods, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Okay now…out you go” Stiles says, waving his arm at the window.

“Where am I supposed to go, Stiles?” Derek asks.

“Oh, I don’t know, have you thought about hiding out with the only person who likes you?” Stiles suggests. Stiles stares at Derek, unable to read his expression. “Personally, I think it’ll make for a fantastic birthday surprise.” Stiles flashes Derek a shit-eating grin and Derek rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, she never locks her window. Now would you please go?” Stiles says, waving his arm at the window again.

~~🌻~~

Dani swung by Taco Bell after school and hit the Dollar Cravings Menu for some grade A stress eating. She bought two twelve packs of Cinnabon Delight’s and a large Dr. Pepper. She’s spent the last five minutes just driving. Dani’s been overemotional for a good portion of the afternoon and she has no idea what to do with herself. She just knows that she doesn’t want to go home. She wants somewhere safe to go. That’s not home, or school, or the diner, or Derek’s, or Stiles’s. That leaves only one option left. Dani quickly turns around and heads toward the only safe place she has left.

Dani pulls into the driveway of the Argent’s house and parks Chloe. She takes off her seat belt and inhales deeply. She lets out the breath in a heavy sigh, her emotions starting to get the better of her. Dani grabs her Taco Bell bag and drink before getting out of her car. Her chest feels so tight it almost hurt. She walks across the driveway to Mr. Argent’s SUV, knowing it’s unlocked, and climbs into the backseat. Her last safe place.

Chris is in the kitchen washing the dishes that had been left in the sink from breakfast. He rinses off the last pan and bends over, setting it in the dishwasher. He dries his hands off with a paper towel before quietly making his way over to his study, at the front of the house. He sits down at his desk and opens his laptop. He glances out the window for a moment and frowns when he sees Dani’s car. Allison isn’t home right now, and he didn’t hear Dani come inside earlier. Where is she? Oh.

Chris steps out on the front porch, closing the door behind him. He glances over at Dani’s car as he walks down the steps, moving towards his SUV. He reaches the car and opens the door. His frown melts off his face in an instant at the sight. There’s Dani, stuffing a Cinnabon Delight in her mouth, eyes full of tears, her messy hair sloppily tied back in a slouching bun, her cheeks stained from trails of tears, sniffling. She looks up from her bag and gives him the tiniest smile before going back to chewing. Chris sighs, climbing into the backseat and pulls the door shut. He watches her quietly, eyes full of concern. She’s a wreck. He wants to reach for her, to hold her, but he doesn’t want to push her. The car is quiet for a while, except for the occasional sniffle or slurp of Dr. Pepper.

“Hey” Chris starts. “Hi” Dani says in a small voice, not looking up from her bag of delights. Chris turns his body so he’s facing her. He reaches over, touching her thigh. “Dani” he says softly, trying to draw her out. Dani shifts her attention from the bag to Chris’s face. Her eyes are glassy, full of tears and she sniffles again. “I didn’t want to go home” she says. Chris nods, studying her. “What’s wrong?” he asks, gently. Dani tosses her hands up, giving a distraught sigh. “So many things” she whimpers. Chris sits quietly, watching her face, and waiting.

“What happened?” Chris asks after a moment. Dani remains silent, eating another Cinnabon Delight. “Dani, do you trust me?” he asks. Dani nods. “Then talk to me” he says. “I don’t-” Her voice breaks and she trails off, shaking her head. “You can’t eat an elephant in one bite, so how do you eat an elephant?” Chris asks. Dani shrugs, taking a sip of her Dr. Pepper. “One bite at a time” he says. He taps her knee, getting her attention again. “Start slow, tell me little by little.”

“No,” Dani whimpers. Chris frowns, watching her take in a shaky breath and pulling her sleeves over her hands. “Because then I’ll start crying” she says. She brings her sleeve-covered hands to her face, pressing the soft cotton fabric to her face to dry the tears that were already threatening to fall. “Crying isn’t something to be ashamed of,” Chris says. “Well, that’s how I feel about it,” Dani says letting out a sigh. “Dani…I want to help, but I need you to tell me what’s going on- to tell me what you’re feeling so I can try.”

Dani lifts her head, meeting his gaze again. The pain in her expression only makes Chris’s concern grow. He’s never seen Dani like this. He’s sure not many people have. Dani takes a deep breath and wipes her eyes again. “Do you know what…a friendship breakup is?” Dani asks. Chris nods slowly. “Yes, I do” he says. “Yeah…Jackson walked out on me today” Dani says quietly. “My oldest friend.” Chris lowers his head slightly. He knows how it feels to lose someone you’ve been close with for a long time. He’s lost more than a few with his line of work. Just because it happens often doesn’t mean it makes it any easier.

“I won’t beg him to stay. If he wants to leave, fine.” Dani says. “It’s fine…” Chris looks over at her again. “It’s okay to be angry, Dani” he says. Dani shakes her head, a tear slipping down her cheek. She sighs, looking away. “It’s a waste of time” she says softly. They sit in silence again, Dani eating another delight. Chris thinks on her words, rolling them over in his head before coming to a small conclusion. “Dani” he says, getting her attention. “Do you think a part of why you are so upset is because of your father?” He asks. Dani’s jaw clenches and Chris notices. “Something happened with Jackson that you don’t totally understand and now he’s leaving you” he adds. “I see the parallel” Dani says quietly.

The last time Dani crawled into his backseat she told him about what happened with her father and how he left. That was a long afternoon. She told Derek a piece of the puzzle about a few weeks ago when they were resolving a fight after he’d been shot. Chris is the only one who’s heard most of the story. She didn’t tell him everything, I mean, how could she? She’s been trying to void those memories her whole life. “Are you okay?” Chris asks, pulling her from her thoughts. “No” she says. Chris nods. “Well, before you go anywhere else in that head of yours, I need you to know that I’m not going anywhere. I promise you that. I will always be here for you and you can always count on me to leave my car unlocked for you to hide in” he says. Dani gives a short laugh, a smile replacing her pained expression. “There it is…” Chris says softly, brushing his index finger against her cheek.

Chris watches her for a moment. “You done talking, huh?” he says. “Yeah” Dani answers. Chris nods and leaves it at that. He reaches over, pulling her across the seat and into his arms. Dani sighs and nuzzles into his chest, feeling his warmth seep into her. “Thanks Mr. Chris” Dani says softly. “You’re welcome, sweetheart” he says, kissing the top of her head. They sit in a comfortable silence, Chris rubbing her back and Dani’s head tucked under his. “I’m sorry about your birthday” he says softly, breaking the silence. “Me too...” Dani whispers. “You’ve got some unpacking to do on this one, kid” He says. Dani sniffles, “Yeah I know.”

#WAFR #what a furry ride #Daniella McCall #derek hale x daniella mccall #derek x daniella #dani mccall #derek hale #derek hale imagine #Scott McCall #scott mccall imagine #stiles stilinski #stiles imagine #stiles stilinksi imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine

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beneath the cut , you’ll find random tidbits of info that i thought up at unholy hours of the night. took all day but tbh ..... this was therapy. i really said, “i’ll make my own damn self happy,” and it shows.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟏. › alicia marie levesque boyd-whitley.

► hobbies ➔ painting and decoration, primarily. for the most part, this is due to the nostalgia of doing it with her moms. she’s not awful at it, but she’s not van gogh levels of good, either. it’s just for fun, as all things should be. she’s also incredibly creative, so things like renovation ideas come easy to her. she did ballet for several years, but dropped it before she moved to beacon hills. ► social media handles ➔ she’s aleesha on just about everything. ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ mostly conventional, with a series of emojis attached to every name. ► favorite color ➔ green. but sea foam-ish green. ► favorite video game ➔ animal crossing new horizons. she’s a simple bitch; she sees cute animals, she plays the damn game. ► favorite song ➔ style by taylor swift. ► favorite scent ➔ pumpkin spice! not to be totally cliché, but that scent is unbeatable. she has a million candles with that scent alone. ► favorite band/artist ➔ taylor swift, of course. ► favorite place to be ➔ nana’s house! ► favorite season ➔ winter! she had so much fun with lucy over this past winter and if that’s the way lucy acts every year for christmas, then alicia looks forward to it! ► favorite word ➔ squishy. ► favorite meme ➔ maybe so.gif ► if they were an animal ➔ cheetah! ► if they were a color ➔ beige. no longer the pure white she once was, but not the tar pit that she could have been, either. a beautiful mixture of purities and imperfections. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ *going through the five stages of grief* HHHHHHHHH !!!!! someone just slid in my dms and *voice cracking* this is what they said.... *sobbing* gIRL.... *sniffle* HNNNNNN..... you should sell hoT DOGs.... ‘cause you know how to make a weiner stand. hNNNNNN.... HNNNNN!!!!!! ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ shake it off. ► aesthetic ➔ paint-stained overalls, tear tracks covered in glitter and flower petals, crooked fingers snagging the last slice of pizza out the box, thick-framed glasses with the lens popped out, it’s for the aesthetic, sharpie’d converse kicks and open hearts doodled onto the palm of your hand –– darling girl, someone will really love you one day. ► motto ➔ “it really do be like that sometimes.” ► theme song ➔ lights up by harry styles.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟐. › amari rose kent.

► hobbies ➔ writing, mostly out of spite. in middle school, she had a meeting with the principal, during which he told her she was at risk of being expelled, due to how many teachers had issues with her. this was the same principal who told her she would never get anywhere, hanging off of tate’s coattails, so she wrote a 50-page paper in the span of one week, shaming the school for its discrimination and unethical practices when it came to students. instead of giving the paper to the principal, she submitted it to the board of education and got the man fired. not only did the essay make it onto local news, it also got her a scholarship to devenford prep; lucky, since tatum had already been offered a scholarship and was on the verge of turning it down because she wouldn’t go without amari. though she hasn’t spitefully written anything that huge since, she is still not afraid to thinkshame. also dabbles in poetry and collage-making. ► social media handles ➔ amari_rose on twitter and instagram. she surprisingly does not have a snapchat! ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional. at best, she’s giving nicknames. ► favorite color ➔ black. ► favorite video game ➔ she doesn’t play video games, so she doesn’t know. ► favorite song ➔ bad guy by billie eilish. ► favorite scent ➔ not to kinkshame, but.... leather. ► favorite band/artist ➔ billie eilish, she is not ashamed! ► favorite place to be ➔ wherever tate and owen are, honestly. ► favorite season ➔ summer. ► favorite word ➔ bullshit. ► favorite meme ➔ thA’TS MY OPINION !!!! ► if they were an animal ➔ panther. ► if they were a color ➔ silver. black is a hard color to obtain and she hardly comes close. she’s got all the darkness she doesn’t need, but the world put that in her. still, she’s close to light, too; close to breathing in sunlight. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ to the mIDDLE SCHOOL TEACHER –– yes, YOU, you know who you are –– who said EYE would never be shit, LOOK AT ME NOW, WHORE ! LOOK AT ME NOW .... not shit. and HOW YOU LIKE IT ? *twerks belligerently* ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ sad beautiful tragic. ► aesthetic ➔ messily chopped hair in the bathroom sink, tongue poked out to lick ketchup off of nimble fingers, rushed words in a lost diary, a bottle drifting out at sea, cigarette smoke and tequila-coated daydreams, harsh breaths in and out and in and out, bruised knuckles and bleeding lips, we’re not done here. ► motto ➔ “chin up, chest out.” ► theme song ➔ all the good girls go to hell by billie eilish. alternatively, kiwi by harry styles.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈��𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟑. › camden wesley layton lahey.

► hobbies ➔ he took up woodworking a few years back. therapy and whatnot. he likes making little birds and figurines out of wood, keeps a box of them in his nightstand. ► social media handles ➔ he’s not on social media! he’s old, leave him alone. ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ very conventional. again, he’s old, leave him! ► favorite color ➔ grassy green. ► favorite video game ➔ he’s always going to be a sucker for mario party. that game is unfairly frustrating, but he would ride or die for it. ► favorite song ➔ i of the storm by of monsters and men. ► favorite scent ➔ peppermint! it used to make him sick, because it’s such a strong smell, but it’s now his absolute favorite thing in the world. ► favorite band/artist ➔ gorillaz. ► favorite place to be ➔ he honestly prefers closed spaces? tight spaces where he can see every corner, every entrance, every exit, every tile on the floor. whenever he starts panicking, he will sneak away to the nearest closet or something. ► favorite season ➔ spring. rebirth, babyyy. ► favorite word ➔ dammit. ► favorite meme ➔ it’s free real estate. ► if they were an animal ➔ german shepard. ► if they were a color ➔ light pink. this strange mix between the pure white of being a blank slate and the awful red of having spilled more blood than he can even remember. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ AWWWWWWW 😍😍 awww, i’m gonna die alone 🤗🤗🤗 awww !!! i’m never gonna know what it’s like to be LOVED, AWWWWWW !!!! ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ holy ground. ► aesthetic ➔ sweat-dotted skin, racing heart, jingling dog tags, checking the locks on the door once and then again and then again and once more just to be sure, hesitant hands and wet eyes, a smile that’s easy even when nothing else is, sunlight pouring in through a cracked window, a step closer to an answer, five steps back. ► motto ➔ “sure, jan.” ► theme song ➔ clint eastwood by gorillaz.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟒. › charles gerard argent.

► hobbies ➔ someone should tell him that working out isn’t a personality trait, but it really is his hobby. your depression can’t catch up to you, if you’re getting these gainz. ► social media handles ➔ he’s charliecharlie on everything, because he’s funny. ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ it used to be creative, but man, that depression hit him hard and he switched to conventional. ► favorite color ➔ white. ► favorite video game ➔ fortnite, shut the fuck up, liam, he doesn’t want to hear it. ► favorite song ➔ perfect ruin by kwabs. ► favorite scent ➔ salt water. ► favorite band/artist ➔ clairo. ► favorite place to be ➔ at the beach. he takes frequent drives up to the closest beach, ► favorite season ➔ summer. beach time! all the time! ► favorite word ➔ yeet. ► favorite meme ➔ y E E T. ► if they were an animal ➔ raven. ► if they were a color ➔ a myriad of colors; there are so many facets to charlie and until he figures out exactly where he is in life, he’s going to keep creating a puddle of colors. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ *dancing and singing to the tune of under the sea* ptsd 🤪 anxiety 🤪 crippling depression, there is no question, you should kill me !! let me be with HARAMBE 😤✊ i feel like shit every day ! i’m asking nicely, do it by drowning, under da sea 🌊🌊 ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ getaway car. ► aesthetic ➔ that damnable water’s edge, the view from the top of a mountain, gnawed fingernails and scraped skin, 11:11 and back again, holstered knives and picturesque smiles, droplets of blood spilled into cold coffee, palm grazing the door to happiness but not quite opening it yet ––– another day and you might just make it. ► motto ➔ “que ce sang protège ceux qui ne peuvent se protéger.” ► theme song ➔ broken bones by kaleo.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟓. › cora vienna hale.

► hobbies ➔ lowkey has a love of mechanics. she doesn’t trust anyone else to repair her bike, so she learned how to do it herself. also learned how to fix cars, because scott is always messing his up. also still plays soccer when she has the time. ► social media handles ➔ she’s just corahale on everything. it’s more “professional” than what she had before. which was... a series of expletives that made lydia blush. ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional, unless she really hates you. then she can get creative. ► favorite color ➔ black. ► favorite video game ➔ detroit: become human. ► favorite song ➔ hold on just a little while longer from d:bh. luther snapped. ► favorite scent ➔ pinecones. ► favorite band/artist ➔ bryson tiller. ► favorite place to be ➔ the hale house. it feels good to be able to go there again and not be assaulted with all of the reminders of what she lost. ► favorite season ➔ winter. ► favorite word ➔ buttercup. look her in the eye and tell her it’s not the cutest word you’ve ever heard. exactly, you can’t. ► favorite meme ➔ looks into the camera like she’s on the office. ► if they were an animal ➔ lion. ► if they were a color ➔ gold. pure and beautiful; maybe not innocent, maybe not for everyone. but royal and bold and unrelenting. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ sO... .i just went to starbucks and i got my iced coffee and i was standing in line and these little girls were looking at me. *sniff* and i was like, “okay, funny joke.” so i, um, i’m s–– i’m waiting for my coffee, uh, at starbucks, and these other little girls were just, like, LOOKING AT ME and they kept on staring and then this DAD kept on looking and then he kept on staring. and *uncomfortable laughter* ....... *more laughter* ..... *turns on music* *keeps laughing* *turns music off* what kind of sick fucking joke ? .... *uncomfortable shrugging* ...i EXIST ? *more laughter* ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ clean. ► aesthetic ➔ a horrid red fire meets a river of blue, gasoline stains on faded tees, an unexpected smile on a rainy day, the way the forest breathes after a rainstorm, skintight dresses and haughty gazes, a smirk that rests for no one, the innocence of a white wolf in a prom dress. ► motto ➔ “flectere si nequeo superos, acheronta movebo.” ► theme song ➔ big god by florence and the machine. alt. the man by taylor swift.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟔. › daniel nahele mahealani.

► hobbies ➔ he no longer loves hacking or music, because... whew, high school killed everything he cared about. mostly sticks to being lydia’s dress up doll. ► social media handles ➔ he’s d-annyboy on all things, because it’s easy! ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional, unless he’s trying to hide something from jackson and lydia. lydia is not afraid to go through his phone, which he genuinely doesn’t mind, that’s why she knows all of his passwords and stuff. but he does not need her to know how many guys he’s fucked that she didn’t like, he’s not here for the lectures. ► favorite color ➔ red. ► favorite video game ➔ wii sports still outsells, he is not taking criticism or debate on this topic. ► favorite song ➔ magic in the hamptons by social house. ► favorite scent ➔ hot chocolate. ► favorite band/artist ➔ childish gambino. ► favorite place to be ➔ at the risk of being gay, wherever theo is. ► favorite season ➔ autumn. ► favorite word ➔ pack. he loves feeling loved, sue him. ► favorite meme ➔ kermit spreading his asshole. ► if they were an animal ➔ elephant. ► if they were a color ➔ orange; just on the cusp of happiness, but always holding back. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ hEY GUYS, i’m just really co–– really confused, ‘cause what does fall have to do with fuckboys 🧐🤔 ‘cause I’VE been fucking boys .... EVERY MONTH, winter, fucking februarymarchaprilmay, june, december... dULY ... *someone taps on the trunk of the car* *looks back* ...that’s my dad *frantic zoom-in* ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ afterglow. ► aesthetic ➔ scar-littered skin and callused hands, abandoned hobbies and hopes and dreams, all stashed to the back of the infamous closet, dimples cheeked and optimistic eyes, high school jerseys folded in the drawer, letterman jackets treated like sacrosanct, the memory of when things were simpler and the rain didn’t last so long. ► motto ➔ “this could be worse.” ► theme song ➔ clementine by halsey.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟕. › derek alexander hale.

► hobbies ➔ book collecting. as their lives continue to not make sense, he collects books on any and every odd ‘myth’ out there and just waits for the day it comes in handy. ► social media handles ➔ lydia has made him dhale on everything, because he’s boring. ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ very conventional. he now has a lock on every app in his phone, because fiona and lydia will happily break into his phone to change his contacts, if he’s not careful. ► favorite color ➔ black. ► favorite video game ➔ he doesn’t often play video games, but he will school these youngsters in a game of yahtzee! ► favorite song ➔ when doves cry by prince. ► favorite scent ➔ something baking in the oven. ► favorite band/artist ➔ prince. no, he is not talking about it. ► favorite place to be ➔ the hale house, when the entire pack is there. close second is the loft, when everyone is there. he’ll complain until he’s blue in the face, but everyone knows he’s secretly weak for that. ► favorite season ➔ winter. ► favorite word ➔ no. ► favorite meme ➔ blinking white guy. ► if they were an animal ➔ i... a wolf. ► if they were a color ➔ tree bark brown; steady and stern and stable. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ *standing at the bathroom door, glaring* if it breaks. one more time. don’t ––– shut your mouth. if it breaks while i’m sleeping, i will grab you by the neck and shove you down the shower drain. *continues to glare* ......... i’m going to take my shower now. *slowly and threateningly closes the door* ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ daylight. ► aesthetic ➔ shattered handcuffs, ashes spread across the floor, delayed inhales and painful exhales, a pool of flowers at your feet ––– begin again. ► motto ➔ “no.” ► theme song ➔ sinnerman by nina simone.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟖. › dominic joseph kim.

► hobbies ➔ yoga, meditation, brewery, skin and haircare routines, and swimming! a king stays busy. ► social media handles ➔ he’s domkimi on snapchat, instagram and twitter, but he’s baddiebbarbietingz on reddit. he has a tumblr account, but he refuses to tell the pack what his username is. ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ creative. feel free to look through his phone, but good fucking luck figuring out who is who. ► favorite color ➔ gold. ► favorite video game ➔ sims 4. he gets the chance to actually build a sustainable life? with a family? in a house? with cheat codes? and love? and aliens? and lovers who become plants? sign him the fuck up. ► favorite song ➔ would you mind by prettymuch. good form by nicki minaj is a close runner-up. ‘cause he do, in fact, be the baddie b barbie tingz banging body b, everybody be on his d, cause he gotta be in reality–– ► favorite scent ➔ pizza! if it’s not good for you, why does it smell so good? make it make sense. ► favorite band/artist ➔ prettymuch. ► favorite place to be ➔ tate’s lab! it’s where he and owen do most of their brewing, aside from their field trips to the greenhouse to get more ingredients. it’s basically where dominic does his best and calmest work. close second is his own apartment, because he does yoga in the living room each morning. ► favorite season ➔ summer. ► favorite word ➔ cecelia. ► favorite meme ➔ who said that.gif. ► if they were an animal ➔ a turtle! specifically, one of the turtles from finding nemo. ► if they were a color ➔ blue. calm and collected. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ so i said i’m a switch on tiktok, right ? and now all these ladies are comin’ out of the woodwork like, “hey, i got a strap-on and a dog collar with your name on it ! ” 😳😳 and i’m like... you put my name on it ? 😍👉👈 /// alternatively: theee necklace my boyfriend bought me just came in the mail *zoom in on necklace* ....I��M my boyfriend ! i bought this for myself ! EEE *excited grin* ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ style. ► aesthetic ➔ the push and pull of a tidal wave, a dash of eyeliner here and a bit of mascara there, collared shirts and wrinkled jeans, overrated pop over a bluetooth speaker, a fascination with milkshakes and musicals, a heart that beats out of rhythm but never misses a step. ► motto ➔ “the birds work for the bourgeoisie.” ► theme song ➔ good thing by zedd and kehlani.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟗. › elliot james aldridge.

► hobbies ➔ aside from his bathtub poetry and crime, he has revived his love of cooking and music. is masterful at the piano, guitar and harp, dabbles in cello and flute. he likes his music pretty, okay, sue him. ► social media handles ➔ redacted by the fcc. ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ depends on how much he likes you! if you’re kosher, you get a creative name. if not... you get your own name. ► favorite color ➔ blood red. unironically. ► favorite video game ➔ he’s a poker man, but if he has to choose a video game, meet him in super smash brothers. ► favorite song ➔ say so by doja cat. ► favorite scent ➔ blood. ► favorite band/artist ➔ hozier. ► favorite place to be ➔ no offense, but the french quarter in new orleans. ► favorite season ➔ summer. ► favorite word ➔ self-care. ► favorite meme ➔ why would you say something so controversial, yet so brave? ► if they were an animal ➔ hyena. one of the asshole ones from lion king. ► if they were a color ➔ red. he’s not hiding that. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ i’m not falling, i’m not falling, i’m not falling, i’m not falling, i’mnotfallingi’mnotfallingi’mnotfalling, i’m not f a l l i n g, i’m not FALLING, i’m not falling, i’m not falling, i’m not fALLING....... !! *deep breath* oKAY, i’m falling. /// alternative: the oNLY reason i have not destroyed the world is because i have not had ice cream in a while, i want some ice cream. but tRUST ME, when i get some ice cream ? your ass is grass and i’m the lawn mower ! ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ ready for it? ► aesthetic ➔ a hoop of sterling silver, initials carved into dying trees, tempting eyes and a charming smile, cufflinks left on the nightstand, a prison cell and a funny story, top three buttons left undone, far too aware for his own damn good. ► motto ➔ "excuse me, i'm new in town and it gets worse." ► theme song ➔ sunlight by hozier.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟎. › erica juliet reyes.

► hobbies ➔ tracking deucalion and peter, for one thing, but that’s more of a job than anything else. does raving count as a hobby? she’s officially taken up rock climbing, by the way. a huge slap in the face to her epilepsy. ► social media handles ➔ she changes her handles frequently, because she’s indecisive, she can’t decide–– but she’s currently reyofsunshine on everything. shoutout to fiona. ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ creative and often explicit! ► favorite color ➔ sand brown, don’t @ her. ► favorite video game ➔ until dawn. understand the palm of my hand, bitch.... jesus hot sauce christmas cake.... what were you tweeting, hashtag there’s a freaking ghost after us? your fave could never! ► favorite song ➔ hot girl bummer by blackbear. ► favorite scent ➔ lucy or fee’s baking. she’ll come home just for that. ► favorite band/artist ➔ blackbear. ► favorite place to be ➔ at a party. she’s very into raves. ► favorite season ➔ summer. ► favorite word ➔ motherfucker. ► favorite meme ➔ respect the drip, karen. ► if they were an animal ➔ a horse. enticingly beautiful but will also kill you. ► if they were a color ➔ gold. not as pure as cora’s gold, but twice as inviting. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ all i’m gonna say is that i didn’t take ap classes in high school, escape the friend zone, graduate with honors, get cheated on, go to college, mentally deteriorate, become addicted to nicotine, sign a year lease, drop a sorority, fail chemistry and dye my hair purple, just to cry over the frat boy leaving me on read that smokes weed for breakfast, lunch and dinner 💁🏼 ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ false god. ► aesthetic ➔ push-up bras covered in black lace, smeared lipstick against the bathroom mirror, jeans that leave nothing to the imagination, a wolf that lies in wait and fears no god, the epitome of poison. ► motto ➔ “meanwhile, back at the ranch...” ► theme song ➔ needed me by rihanna.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟏. › fiona evelyn porter.

► hobbies ➔ baking, pinterest, cheer, volleyball and softball. truly depends on the season. ► social media handles ➔ feezypeezyporter stays true to her brand. ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ creative! her contact ids are indecipherable, the only people who can understand them are katie and cass. dom gave up. ► favorite color ➔ light green and light pink! ► favorite video game ➔ beat saber! ► favorite song ➔ love again by carly rae jepsen. ► favorite scent ➔ is.... is it gay to say cass? ► favorite band/artist ➔ carly rae jepsen. ► favorite place to be ➔ the loft! it really is her happiest place. alternatively, wherever cass is, ‘cause that’s home, babey! ► favorite season ➔ spring! baby sticks to her brand. ► favorite word ➔ braggadocio. how on EARTH is that a real word? ► favorite meme ➔ let me see what you have. a kNIFE! NO! ► if they were an animal ➔ cardinal. ► if they were a color ➔ green. the color of grass, covering everything, everything, everything. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ *crying and sipping tea* it... is ver .... very b... bold of you to assume ............. ! *pained smile* /// alternatively: ONE OF YOU FAT BITCHES UNFOLLOWED ME !!! *manic laughter* i’m not mad, but like...... *climbs onto bathroom sink and leans in very close* what was the last straw ? ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ me! ► aesthetic ➔ bare lips passing over green leaves, a lullaby to a struggling orchid, spanks and sweat drops and a desperate need for approval, a digital scale blinking red numbers back at you, pills of white and blue and yellow, maybe tomorrow you’ll be happy again. ► motto ➔ “team work makes the dream work!” ► theme song ➔ work this out from the high school musical 2 soundtrack.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟐. › hayden louisa romero.

► hobbies ➔ she has a love of sports. got into lacrosse before her imprisonment, though she was a little too fragile to play a real game. was a soccer star as a kid. also puts on glamour shows for the kids and the dogs, if they ask. ► social media handles ➔ she doesn’t have social media. imprisonment tingz. ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional. at best, you get an emoji or two at the end of your name. ► favorite color ➔ ocean blue. ► favorite video game ➔ will forever be weak for pokémon. ► favorite song ➔ 1985 by bowling for soup. timeless. ► favorite scent ➔ french vanilla. ► favorite band/artist ➔ she’s getting into melanie martinez. ► favorite place to be ➔ bias goes to being with the ito pack, but the preserve is pretty much paradise. ► favorite season ➔ winter. ► favorite word ➔ covenant. ► favorite meme ➔ and i oop––– ► if they were an animal ➔ manta ray. harmless babey. ► if they were a color ➔ prism clear. a maze of reflections, but so fucking breakable. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ you mess with ME ? w ..... ! y...... ! *vague hand movements* you probably aren’t gonna experience any problems, because i’m afraid of confrontation !! /// alternative: *struggling to place lamp inside of another lamp* i JUST TOOK A TEN HOUR NAP ??? *panic* ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ it’s nice to have a friend. ► aesthetic ➔ scars lifted among tanned skin, wary glances to read every room, crop tops floating above your belly, a lack of cares for a world that cares a little too much, marked skin and glossed lips, wanna make a deal with an angel? ► motto ➔ “my priority is me.” ► theme song ➔ i know by pink sweat$.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟑. › judith wendy mayer-argent.

► hobbies ➔ biking! she does it primarily for work, but she also does it for fun. also, huge gamer. and protestor. baby keeps busy. ► social media handles ➔ mayerjude. she can make so many jokes out of her own last name, don’t tempt her. ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ creative! unless it’s someone important or authoritative. then they get their own name. ► favorite color ➔ sunshine yellow. ► favorite video game ➔ fornite. ► favorite song ➔ sunday candy by donnie trumpet and the social experiment. ► favorite scent ➔ cupcakes! the frosting! the delicacy! ► favorite band/artist ➔ maroon 5. ► favorite place to be ➔ in the middle of a protest, rally or march. if she’s not in action, then what is she doing? ► favorite season ➔ spring. ► favorite word ➔ audit. ► favorite meme ➔ surprised pikachu. ► if they were an animal ➔ dolphin. ► if they were a color ➔ sunset orange. no, i will not elaborate. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ *walking down the street* so we were peer reviewing papers in one of my classes aaaand this girl goes, “you use some FANCY LANGUAGE ! ” and i was like, “what word ? ” and she was like, “perpetuate.” .........on GOD, we gon’ get you a dictionary. ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ don’t blame me. ► aesthetic ➔ sunflowers pushing up from freshly dug graves, a smile away to keep the doctors away, sprained wrists wrapped in inappropriate laughter, bruised knuckles and black eyes, drink in hand, swinging your hips to that voicemail left by your toxic ex-boyfriend. ► motto ➔ “just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming...” ► theme song ➔ modern love by david bowie.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟒. › kali kaira laghari.

► hobbies ➔ knitting. she has abandoned all of her self-care and therapy ideals, now knits and talks to ghosts. mind ya business. ► social media handles ➔ she’s not on social media, either. ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional. she has no times for games. ► favorite color ➔ red. she’s a scorpio, what do you expect? ► favorite video game ➔ not to be controversial, but she’ll take mortal kombat any day. ► favorite song ➔ nintendo game by alessia cara. ► favorite scent ➔ tea! ► favorite band/artist ➔ alessia cara. ► favorite place to be ➔ aside from wherever rohan is, she prefers the bookstore. confrontations aside, it’s a very small space, quiet and relaxing. ► favorite season ➔ winter. ► favorite word ➔ goddess. and yes, for exactly the reason you think. ► favorite meme ➔ as a treat. ► if they were an animal ➔ scorpion. ► if they were a color ➔ smoky grey. everything’s a little hazy with this one. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ *staring at the food on the table, slowly losing her mind while everyone else argues over murder* *holds head in hands* *bangs hands on table repeatedly, screaming* WHAT ARE WE THANKFUL FOR !!! ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ i did something bad. ► aesthetic ➔ cross-legged sitting in the middle of the road, waiting for a new thrill, fingertips grazing the harsh blade beneath your skirt, popcorn and wine with a man you could’ve loved if you were both a little less fucked up, a question that should never be answered, a world-view that should never be defiled –––– and you did it all. ► motto ➔ “i don’t need permission or advice; just help.” ► theme song ➔ simmer by hayley williams. you should see me in a crown by billie eilish.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟓. › kira fuyuko yukimura.

► hobbies ➔ she trains to keep herself calm. often talks with her fox nowadays; she wants to build trust. and given that kira is doing fuck all to deal with her issues, she needs someone to talk to her. she and her fox get along a lot better these days. she also runs, practices lacrosse maneuvers on her own and plays with lightbulbs. ► social media handles ➔ she’s a simple woman: kyuki. cut the fluff, cut the extraness. also, kyuki is what she’s named her fox. ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional, save for people who warrant a creative one. aka those whose names she doesn’t know. you would be surprised at how many there are. ► favorite color ➔ purple. ► favorite video game ➔ also a fan of animal crossing! ► favorite song ➔ ahead of myself by the ambassadors. ► favorite scent ➔ cinnamon. ► favorite band/artist ➔ the ambassadors. ► favorite place to be ➔ it’s dorky to say, but she likes being with her parents! they’re still in new york, so she doesn’t get that chance as much. however, her second favorite place to be is.... her bed. ► favorite season ➔ autumn. ► favorite word ➔ poppy. ► favorite meme ➔ guess i’ll die.png ► if they were an animal ➔ truly a fox. ► if they were a color ➔ steel blue. baby is electric. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ i might be a BIG, DUMB, GAY BITCH ................ !! *smirks at camera* ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ cruel summer. ► aesthetic ➔ a thunderstorm in your bedroom, leather gloves pulled over dainty hands, quick footwork and sly gazes, untied shoe laces dragging across the floor, leggings beneath skirts, quiet meditation before bed, sharp teeth poking into bruised lips. ► motto ➔ “yeah, this isn’t weird at all.” ► theme song ➔ fall in line by christina aguilera and demi lovato.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟔. › liam stephen dunbar.

► hobbies ➔ lacrosse no longer counts as a hobby, considering he made it his entire life. does training with allison count as a hobby? does texting gwen bad jokes count? ‘cause that’s all he does, my guy. ► social media handles ➔ he’s dvnbcr on everything. ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional, until fiona gets her hands on his phone and changes his ids again. ► favorite color ➔ red. ► favorite video game ➔ he’s that guy who plays all of the 2k nba games. like, he has to stan. ► favorite song ➔ i don’t care by fall out boy. ► favorite scent ➔ turf. he’s a loser, what do you expect? ► favorite band/artist ➔ fall out boy and kendrick lamar are tied. ► favorite place to be ➔ the lacrosse field. he does not stray from his brand. ► favorite season ➔ autumn. lax season! ► favorite word ➔ shit. fuck is a close runner-up. ► favorite meme ➔ i’ve won.... but at what cost? ► if they were an animal ➔ rhinoceros. ► if they were a color ➔ gray; that perfect intersection between white and black, good and bad, wolf and bomb. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ *talking to his mom while she’s watching tv.* hey, mom? will you pause that? you know that guy i’m talking to is 6′4″? can’t wait to get my shit wrecked. so you are a bottom. ...wait. okay, i.... that’s not what you’re supposed to say! what am i supposed to say? don’t –– not that! *goes to sit next to her* i’m 👏 not 👏 a 👏 bottom 👏. bullshit. *confused look of betrayal* is this legal? have you ever done anything for anybody else? no, you’re a taker. /// alternatively: *trying to start a fire* hope so ! you gonna let the fire breathe or you gonna fuckin’ suffocate it ? i will end your goddamn short ass piece of shit useless life. ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ this is why we can’t have nice things. ► aesthetic ➔ a rage that you can never quite tame, hand broken from too many punches, the green of fresh cut grass, car mileage piling up, miles and miles and miles left to go, bashful smiles and reddened skin. kid, you’re not nearly as bad as you think you are. ► motto ➔ “i blame scott.” ► theme song ➔ dr. whoever by aminé.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟕. › lydia charlene martin.

► hobbies ➔ sewing clothes, throwing parties, picking up new languages, ruling the world, saving this pack from falling apart, doing everything in this goddamn house! ► social media handles ➔ queenlydia, but who’s surprised? ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ convention meets creativity in lydia’s phone. everyone has their first name, with a lord/lady/duke/duchess/etc. attached to it. jackson is the only one with king, obviously. you know you’re in trouble when she attaches peasant to your name. good luck climbing your way back up the ladder. ► favorite color ➔ pink. ► favorite video game ➔ not to be controversial, but dead by daylight is that bitch. ► favorite song ➔ honey by kesha. ► favorite scent ➔ strawberries. ► favorite band/artist ➔ kesha. ► favorite place to be ➔ in jackson’s arms, she is not taking that back. ► favorite season ➔ winter. ► favorite word ➔ throne and jackson are tied. ► favorite meme ➔ why are you booing me? i’m right! ► if they were an animal ➔ swan. ► if they were a color ➔ purple. royalty is not a game, kids. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ not a vine or tiktok, but yes, it’s me 💅🏽 & you guys are mad about it ohmygod i make y’all feel that 🤢 well, i just wanted to pop up here & show y'all how i'm doing ! i'm doing great. i'm looking great, i'm feeling great, y'know 💇🏽 i'm obviously over here very booked & busy, while you bitches over here are still looking raggedy & not doing shit ! hahaha ! WOW ! 💁🏽 but anyway, um, i just wanted to let y'all know i'm not going anywhere. so talk your shit, you shitholes ! you can't defeat a bad bitch ! you just cannot do that ! i rise above that ! EW 🤮 so i just wanted to say hey ! & that i'm here to stayyy ! & you gon' be mad everydayyy ! HAHAHA ! SUCCESS ! ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ paper rings. ► aesthetic ➔ a crown that fits just perfect, newly manicured nails, breakfasts at tiffany’s and on decorated balconies, the picture on the altar, damp curls and loose braids, tight dresses and sinful heels, brave but never fearless. ► motto ➔ “i’m lydia fucking martin.” ► theme song ➔ okay, okay by alessia cara.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟖. › scott lucas mccall.

► hobbies ➔ video games! he also likes helping the pack renovate whenever they decide to. though he has put fiona on a limit. after she redesigned her room five times in two weeks, he finally had to put his foot down. ► social media handles ➔ he is the most disorganized of the bunch. he’s scootermccall on snapchat, scottymccall on instagram, scotthewmccall on twitter because he’s weak for whatever fiona asks. it’s a mess, but he’s not changing. ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional, but with lots of emojis to show he cares. ► favorite color ➔ red. ► favorite video game ➔ he wants to say mario kart, because that’s his and lucy’s thing and, um, he’s in love with her. but other than that! life is strange. he hasn’t figured out how to win yet, but gosh dammit, that’s not going to stop him from trying. ► favorite song ➔ dna by lia marie johnson. ► favorite scent ➔ lucy’s perfume! ► favorite band/artist ➔ panic! at the disco. ► favorite place to be ➔ at the vet! he’s so happy when he’s around animals and it feels good to know that he’s helping these animals get better? ► favorite season ➔ summer. ► favorite word ➔ lucy. ► favorite meme ➔ i’ll be honest, i can’t read. ► if they were an animal ➔ golden retriever. ► if they were a color ➔ yellow. speaks for itself. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ i had an essay that was due at 11:59. instead of being a smart, responsible student, i decided to wait until 11:40 .... to START my essay. i finished the essay on time. but the gag is............. it was a five-page essay. and i got it done in sixteen minutes. *dancing* they gon’ hate me regardless, that’s why i do what i do ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ state of grace. ► aesthetic ➔ a lighthouse drawing in the lost, the open door of a sunken ship, wrongly buttoned plaid shirts, clumsy fingers and stumbling feet, saddened eyes that follow healing hands, the suspension of disbelief ––– whatever that means. ► motto ➔ “everything will work out!” ► theme song ➔ only the young by taylor swift.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟗. › tatum coretta bellfleur.

► hobbies ➔ nanotech mechanics! she learned as a way to make things for owen and amari that they couldn’t afford to buy. won a few competitions, got a few scholarships, got into programs that taught her how to do greater things than she’d ever imagined. took up baton twirling at devenford, but gave it up when she got to college. fiona is trying to convince her take it up again next year. ► social media handles ➔ she’s tatertot on everything, courtesy of one judith mayer. ► conventional or creative contact ids ➔ conventional. keep it simple, thanks. ► favorite color ➔ silver! it’s so pretty. ► favorite video game ➔ death stranding. no, she will not elaborate. ► favorite song ➔ mo money mo problems by notorious b.i.g. ► favorite scent ➔ flowers! ► favorite band/artist ➔ tupac. yes, she is that bitch. ► favorite place to be ➔ her lab. ► favorite season ➔ winter. ► favorite word ➔ free. ► favorite meme ➔ you know i had to do it to ‘em. ► if they were an animal ➔ doe. ► if they were a color ➔ white. no matter how much she hates being protected, she’s the picture of purity. ► if they were a vine/tiktok ➔ *sitting in front of a mirror.* maybe.......... i’m the problem 🤨 ► if they were a taylor swift song ➔ out of the woods. ► aesthetic ➔ a blanket of snow covering the grime and pain of yesterday, contained explosions and soft humming, tight ponytails breaking cheap rubber bands, tongue poking out the side of your mouth, the sun peeking through the slits of your blinds, wondering where you’ve been these last couple’a days. ► motto ➔ “i’ve lived through this before, i’ll live through it again.” ► theme song ➔ 100 years by florence and the machine.

#ii. study. › a. boyd .#ii. study. › a. kent .#ii. study. › c. argent .#ii. study. › c. hale .#ii. study. › c. lahey .#ii. study. › d. hale .#ii. study. › d. kim .#ii. study. › d. mahealani .#ii. study. › e. aldridge .#ii. study. › e. reyes .#ii. study. › f. porter .#ii. study. › h. romero .#ii. study. › j. mayer .#ii. study. › k. laghari .#ii. study. › k. yukimura .#ii. study. › l. dunbar .#ii. study. › l. martin .#ii. study. › s. mccall .#ii. study. › t. bellfleur .

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acoyotesmate · 6 years ago

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Anything stalia pleaseeeeee

I hope you like this! can also be read here

–

“Stop staring at them.”

“I can’t!” Stiles exclaims, turning to look at her across the table. “It just doesn’t make any sense!”

“They’re going on a date, what doesn’t make sense about that?” Lydia questions, clearly annoyed with him. “Besides, it’s not really any of your business, is it? You broke up with her.”

Stiles huffs. “Yeah, but I mean…Malia deserves better than Isaac who’s clearly just using her to get over his crush on Scott.”

Lydia eyes him critically. “Isaac’s nice, loyal, and hot. He’s a perfectly decent choice for her, so what’s your damage? Do you still have feelings for her?”

“No!” He says, then, “Maybe! I don’t know!”

“Then maybe you should keep your opinions on who she’s dating to yourself until you figure that out.” Lydia gets up, and walks over to where Malia and Isaac stand in line for lunch.

Stiles just blinks after her, getting the sense that she was angry for some reason, but unsure why. He already knew she didn’t have feelings for him so it wasn’t jealously.

Maybe she likes Isaac, he thinks, but no Scott liked Isaac, and Lydia was getting cushy with Parrish lately.

Scott joins him a moment later, kicked puppy look on his face. He never explicitly mentioned his feelings for Isaac, but Stiles knew - everyone except Isaac and he guesses Malia knew. He’d been walking around with that sad look in his eyes since two days prior when Isaac announced he was going to ask out Malia, sadder since Isaac asked her out the day before and she’d said yes.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to let packmates da - ”

“Stiles, don’t ask questions you’re too smart for,” Scott cuts in.

Stiles huffs. “Well one of us deserves to be petty.”

Scott frowns in confusion. “Why would I be petty?”

Stiles gives him a look, but Scott just stares back, oblivious. He rolls his eyes. “I know you have a crush on Isaac, Scott.”

Scott’s eyes widen. “No I don’t!”

Stiles snorts. “Don’t think I haven’t seen how you’ve been checking him out ever since he came back.”

Scott sputters, face turning ever slightly red.

“It’s okay, Scott,” Stiles says. “Kira told you not to wait around for her, and while I don’t understand how you could like Isaac of all people, you liking a guy doesn’t change anything between us and it won’t change anything with any of the pack either.”

Scott doesn’t seem to know how to react at first, but then he smiles.

“But I think your mom’s going to give you another sex talk when she finds out.”

Scott’s smile vanishes instantly and Stiles laughs.

“Finds out what?” Isaac questions as he slides in next to Scott.

“That I’m…um…” Scott trails nervously as Lydia sits next to Stiles.

“What?” Malia asks, sliding in next to Isaac.

Stiles eyes the lack of distance between them, hating how closely pressed together they are. His gaze slips over to Scott who’s still struggling to respond. “Uh, um - that he’s got an STD.”

Scott glares at him, while everyone else just stares at Scott with wide eyes.

Sorry, Stiles mouths. He’s definitely going to pay for that later.

“I don’t have an STD I just…I think I’m Bi,” Scott says. “I don’t really know what label to use yet.”

And Stiles watches Isaac like a hawk, sees the mix of emotions on his face - confusion, hope, fear.

He is just using her! He’s totally got the hots for Scott! The bastard!

It was his duty as Malia’s friend to warn her so she didn’t get hurt in the long run, right?

–

Stiles waits until him and Malia are studying in his room later that night to bring it up. She’s laying on his bed, and he’s settled at his desk trying his best to focus on reading his history textbook.

“So your date with Isaac is tomorrow,” He starts, deciding to just get it over with. “Are you excited?”

“Definitely,” She answers a little distractedly, highlighting something in her textbook.

“So you like him then?”

Malia shrugs. “He’s funny, and I like being around him. He’s also insanely gorgeous.”

Stiles’ eye twitches, jealously burns underneath his skin. “Do you think he likes you too?”

Malia frowns, looking up at him curiously. “He asked me out, so I think so.”

“Right, but…have you not noticed the way he looks at Scott?”

Malia sits up. “What way is that?”

“You know, like he’s got a thing for him,” Stiles says.

“He doesn’t,” She insists.

“He does.”

“How do you know? Did he tell you he likes Scott?”

“Well, no, but - ”

“Then for all you know, he likes me.”

Stiles struggles to respond for a moment, then he blurts, “Scott likes him. He told me today at lunch. That’s why he said he thinks he’s Bi.”

Malia frowns at that. “Oh,” she says. “I…I didn’t know, Scott liked him.”

“Big time.”

Malia hums. “Well then I’ll tell Isaac and see if that changes anything.”

“And if it does?”

“Then I’ll move on,” she says.

“Just like that?”

“We’re not even dating yet,” Malia points out. “Besides, I’d rather know now if he isn’t into me as much as I am into him. Don’t want my heart to get broken again.”

And doesn’t that make him feel like a selfish dick.

“Malia - ”

She stands up and starts collecting her stuff. “I should go.”

Stiles jumps to his feet, and walks over to her. He grabs her hand as it reaches for her phone.

She looks at him curiously, hurt coloring her expression just enough for him to recognize it.

“I’m sorry,” he tells her. “I’m sorry for breaking up with you how I did I…I was an asshole and you didn’t deserve it.”

Her lips twitch into a small, appreciative smile. “Thank you for apologizing,” she says quietly.

He nods, letting go of her wrist.

She grabs her phone and starts to leave.

“You know,” he starts as she reaches the door, “It wasn’t that I didn’t like you as much as you liked me. I was just scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of how much you liked me. How much you’d let me get away with,” He answers, staring at her back. “Donovan wasn’t a good guy I know that, but I killed him and that’s not something I knew how to deal with on my own - and I didn’t want you to carry it too so when you said you already knew and it didn’t matter to you - that terrified me because it should have. I took someone’s life and that has to matter.”

She turns to face him. “I get that Stiles, and when I said it didn’t matter to me I just meant that I’ve killed too. That I wasn’t judging you for it the same way you’ve never judged me for killing Kiley and my mom.”

“That was an accident,” he points out.

“And so was Donovan.”

He nods slowly and she starts to leave again, only to pause in the hallway.

“I didn’t just like you, Stiles,” Malia admits.

“I didn’t just like you either.”

Silence.

Dead silence then he says, “Have fun on your date tomorrow.”

“Thanks,” and then she’s gone, and he finally knows for sure how he feels about Malia. He also knows that if Isaac chooses her, he can’t ask her to choose him instead, even if it hurts.

He ruined things between them and he only just now apologized for that. Realizing he was in love with Malia didn’t change how shitty he had been.

But it did change how he felt about her date with Isaac and the talk he planned to have with him.

—

Stiles is laying on Scott’s bed, playing with a lacrosse ball while the Alpha studies at his desk, when Isaac appears in the doorway. Stiles’ attention snaps to him instantly.

He’s dressed in a dark blue Henley, black skinny jeans, matching converse. His hair is freshly cut, and he’s wearing too much cologne.

“How do I look?” Isaac asks, eyes darting to Scott as he turns in his chair.

Scott freezes briefly, then swallows and clears his throat. “Handsome,” he answers before turning back around. “Have fun tonight.”

Stiles’ attention returns to Isaac, noticing the disappointed look in his eyes.

“Right well…I’m going to wait for Malia on the porch.” Isaac says before leaving.

Stiles follows him after a moment without a word to Scott, finding Isaac sitting on the front porch. He sits next to him.

“Need something?” Isaac asks.

“Just wanted to talk.”

“About what?”

“Malia.”

Isaac snorts. “You know you two are broken up, right?”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t still care about her,” Stiles points out. “Or that I’m going to stop looking out for her.”

Isaac furrows his brow. “Do you think I’m going to hurt her or something?”

“I just want to make sure you’re not using her to get over your feelings for Scott.”

Isaac studies him a moment then says, “Are you sure you’re not just jealous?”

“Malia deserves to be with someone who actually wants her.”

Isaac has this unreadable expression and Stiles wonders what he’s hiding. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I am jealous, okay? And I just want to protect her.”

“But you’re not going to fight for her?” Isaac questions.

“I want to,” Stiles says. “I want to tell her that I still love her and ruin your whole stupid date, but I’m not going to.”

Isaac tilts his head. “Why not?”

“Because she’s excited about it and that means you better give her the best date she’s ever had or I’ll cut off your little werewolf testicles.”

Isaac blinks at him a moment, then bursts into laughter.

Malia’s highbeams flash across the yard as she pulls into the driveway.

“You got that?” Stiles questions.

Isaac laughs harder and jumps to his feet. He grabs the back of Stiles’ shirt and drags him over to Malia’s car. He opens the door and shoves Stiles inside the passenger seat.

“It worked,” he says before shutting the door. Stiles watches him run into the house.

“What…what the hell is he talking about?” Stiles questions, turning to face Malia.

Malia looks at her lap guiltily. “It wasn’t my idea.”

“What wasn’t?”

“The whole fake date thing,” Malia mutters.

Stiles furrows his brow. “Fake-date? You mean you two weren’t actually going out?”

Malia shakes her head. “We were just gonna go eat pizza and watch movies at my house.”

“But..why would you lie?”

“Isaac said he was tired of me moping around over you, and he thought that if you saw me with someone else you’d either get jealous or you wouldn’t and then I’d know it was really over between us,” Malia explains. “ I said it was stupid, and mean, but he said so were you and then he wouldn’t drop it so I finally caved and I tried to call it off yesterday because of what you said about Scott liking him, but he said we were in too deep at this point.”

Stiles gapes. He doesn’t know what to say to being duped like this.

“Are you mad?” Malia questions.

Stiles gestures inarticulately until he figures that out and answers. “No I…I’m really confused, but I’m not mad.” He sits up straight in the chair and turns to her. “Wait, does this mean you still want to be with me?”

Malia scratches at the steering wheel lightly with a claw. “I do…do you still want to be with me?”

Stiles smiles. “Yeah. More than anything actually.”

She looks over at him shyly. “Yeah?”

“You remember yesterday when you said you didn’t just like me and I said it back?” He questions.

She nods.

“Well I loved you,” he says, “I still do and I’m sorry it took you fake-dating my arch nemesis to realize it.”

Happiness lights Malia’s eyes, and wow, isn’t she beautiful? The sight of her smile makes his heart stutter.

She kisses him, soft and sweet, before muttering. “I love you too.”

And Stiles doesn’t think he’s ever been happier than in this moment. He kisses her again, firm but gentle, smiling when she cups his face and kisses back harder.

He pushes her away gently after a moment. “Go on a date with me?” He asks.

She grins. “Of course.”

He kisses her cheek and settles back in his seat. A thought strikes him as he puts on his seatbelt.

“Wait, is Isaac - ”

“He’s telling Scott everything now,” she cuts in, tapping her ear meaningfully. “And I want to get out of here before they start making out, so where to?”

Stiles grins, and takes her hand in his, interlocking their fingers. “Wherever you want.”

#unbeta'd #since i just started typing this on my phone and couldn't seem to stop #stalia #stiles x malia

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gumnut-logic · 6 years ago

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The Bellini Incident (Part Six)

Title: The Bellini Incident

Author: Gumnut

Apr 2019

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: Kayo was going to kill him.

Word count: 2288

Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Virgil!whump with a side order of Scott!whump.

Timeline: Standalone, not Rain Series.

Author’s note: For @soniabigcheese who threw the prompt at me, and @i-am-chidorixblossom who suggested some Virgil whump. Scott got a bit whumped, too, I’m branching out as a writer, blame @scribbles97.(And thanks to her for the read throughs :D )

The prompt: The character who doesn’t realize they’ve been hurt trying to see if everyone else is okay only to slowly realize that everyone is looking at them with mounting horror. Then they touch their side to find it’s wet and oh no…

Why do I do this? Stuff happens, I hope you enjoy it :D

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

“Mr Tracy!”

Virgil startled out of sleep. The voice was sharp and authoritative.

“I told you to rest in bed. Do I need to list the complications of an untreated concussion? The possibilities for disablement should the injury worsen?”

“I’m just sitting at his bedside.” Scott.

Virgil frowned.

“Honest, Doc, he hasn’t been doing anything but sitting there.” Gordon.

“We’re just waiting for him to wake up.” Alan.

“I know you are worried about your brother, Scott. But you must take care of yourself. That was no low-grade concussion you received. You need bed rest. Especially after the strain from this morning. It is late. Rest.”

The woman’s voice had gone from anger to pleading in one paragraph. Obviously, she had become familiar with his brother.

“Scott, do as she tells you.” His voice came out as a rasp.

“Virgil?”

He didn’t need to open his eyes to know he suddenly had everyone’s attention. A hand wrapped around his.

A frown and he pushed his eyelids up, finding exactly what he expected minus one very important person.

“Where’s Kay?”

He turned his head slightly to his left and found Scott sitting beside his bed. The man was pale. Virgil’s frown deepened. “Scott?”

“Virgil?” It wasn’t his brother speaking. The doctor moved around the bed and approached him. He blinked. He’d seen her before. His eyelids closed on him and he had to open them again. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.” Another involuntary blink. “Where’s Kay?” Another frown. “Where’s John?”

“I’m here.” John’s voice came from the corner of the room. Gordon moved aside and Virgil saw his brother sitting up against the wall manipulating his tablet and a hologram. “Kayo is on the ground doing the necessary footwork to get this bastard.”

“What?!” He tried to sit up, but several hands held him down. A gasp as he was reminded why he was in a hospital bed. “‘S not safe!”

“She’s fine, Virgil. She has IR security with her.”

“Still not safe.” His heart rate was up. Worry clawed through his mind.

“Virgil?” That doctor woman again.

“What?”

“I need to check you over.”

The hand holding his tightened. He frowned and found it was Alan clinging to him. His little brother was almost as pale as Scott. “Alan?”

“Maybe you should do what the doctor asks as well.”

Another involuntary blink. “Kay...”

“She will be fine.”

He turned his head back to Scott. “You should be in bed. You look horrible.”

“Pot, kettle, Virg.”

“Yeah, but I’m already in bed. Do as you are told.” A frown. “Where’s Grandma? She can kick your ass.” God, he was tired.

“Virgil.” The doctor patiently drew his attention again.

The woman had very pale blue eyes. Quite lovely contrasting against her dark hair, porcelain skin, like a painting.

She blinked. “I hope you’re not referring to a Picasso, Mr Tracy.” But her lips were curving into a smile. “Now let’s see how you are.”

There were pokes and prods, a touch to his forehead and his blood pressure was taken. Didn’t nurses usually do that?

“I’m afraid you are under strong security arrangements, Mr Tracy. Usual doesn’t apply.”

Alan was still holding his hand.

“You are always so entertaining when you’re on the hard stuff, Virg.”

“Shut up, Gordon.” His eyes suddenly closed of their own accord and he had to force them open again. “Scott, bed.”

“Virg-“

“Now.” He winced. “Before I make you.”

His brother sighed and with a touch to Virgil’s arm, stood up.

A frown as he swayed. “Damn it, Scott!”

“I’m fine.” But he put a hand to his head and the doctor and Gordon grabbed him. His protests petered off as they dragged him around Virgil’s bed to his own. Virgil didn’t let his breath out until his brother was as prone as he. He watched Scott close his eyes with relief.

Alan still hadn’t let go of Virgil’s hand, but his worried gaze was now on his eldest brother.

“Allie, it’s going to be okay.”

His little brother turned to him and pained blue eyes hit him hard. “It is not okay, Virgil. You were shot.”

“I’m still here.”

“That bastard wants you dead.”

“I’m not dead.”

“Yet.”

“Alan!” Gordon stalked over to his brother. “We can’t afford to think like that. John and Tin will find proof. We’ll take him down.”

Alan’s hand tightened around his again. Virgil squeezed his brother’s smaller fingers. “It will be okay.” A second and he was pulling his little brother down into a one-armed hug. “It will be okay.”

The younger man submitted to the awkward embrace and Virgil hoped it provided even a little reassurance. He couldn’t help but feel he was lying through his teeth. Kay was out there. His Kay.

Alan pulled away suddenly. “Virgil? What did you say?”

“Huh?” His eyelids dropped of their own accord again and he had to force them up to look at his brother. He let out a breath. God, he hated this.

“Don’t sweat it, bro. We’ve all seen it before. You is a dopey dog on da drugs.” Gordon’s grin split his face and spoke of blackmail material stocked up for the next decade.

“Shut up, Gordon.”

The doctor was standing to one side her gaze bouncing from one brother to another as the by-play jumped about the room. “I think we should probably let these two rest.”

Virgil frowned again. “Where is Grandma?”

-o-o-o-

Sally glared at Val Casey. “I thought we had an agreement.”

“Sal, don’t push it. This was unexpected and we are doing our best to remedy the situation.”

“I know it has been some time since I wore the uniform, but this does not appear to be a remedy.”

Casey sighed. “The threat uncovered by John negates moving your family immediately. That conversation led to the Network. Do you know what that means? There is enough money behind this to take out the entirety of Tracy Island and half the South Pacific with it. These bastards have their fingers in everything. International Rescue is not the only issue currently at hand.”

“International Rescue is not an ‘issue’, Val. They are my family.”

“I know!” The woman bit her lip. “They’ve angered the wrong people, Sal. People with power. You know the deal. You fought them for years.”

A sigh. Damn it, she did know it. “I had thought I had left that all behind.”

“Unfortunately, assholes in power are a worldwide phenomenon.” The colonel sighed again and put her hand on Sally’s shoulder. “Sal, Kayo is out there. We have the information John dug up. She will find the connection between Polominka and the assassin. He will go down. The boys will be safe.”

Sally straightened shrugging off the other woman’s hand from her shoulder. “How? You said it yourself, this goes beyond Polominka. The man’s an idiot, but he has lit a fire. He’s obviously thrown money at the right people to get what he wants done, done. You need to kill this and kill it now.” She glared. “And I find it very interesting that despite everything we still have to dig ourselves out of this. Where the hell is Rigby?”

“Rigby is on it.”

“He better be or Penelope will have him. She and Parker are not any happier than I am.”

“I have no doubt.”

“You promised, Val. You signed the agreement. The damned world government signed the agreement. International Rescue operates to save lives. All you have to do is protect six so they can do what they need to do.”

“I know that, Sally. Believe me, I do.”

“Well, prove it or I will do it myself.”

Brown eyes caught hers. “That will not be necessary.”

“I define ‘necessary’, Val, and believe me, I will follow through if ‘necessary’. I’m not completely out of the game, I have contacts.”

“Sal-“

“No.” She held up a hand. “This is my family, Colonel.” She spat the rank. “I will do what I have to do.”

“Very well.” But the woman’s lips were thinned with displeasure. “Rigby will be in contact.”

“I can’t wait.” Sally turned. stalked out of the room and slammed the door.

She had grandchildren to attend to.

-o-o-o-

Every town had a place like this. An establishment tucked into a corner, hidden in an alleyway. The graffiti on the door was stylised, a little too stylised to be the real thing, planted like the paint over one of the windows and the scratching that had half peeled it off.

It was an ‘in’ place, a trendy drinking spot that claimed to be one thing while actually being completely another. It tried to look rough, low on the IQ scale, but was actually smart in all the dark places.

The sign above the sill said ‘O’Connors’ in roman letters. Beside it was a spray-painted Japanese scrawl that basically said ‘All comers’.

Kayo stepped through the door; her tight jeans low on her hips. Her equally high cut shirt left her navel to sparkle in the dim light, her emerald piercing a silent reminder of why she was here and the man she needed to protect.

And what would that man say if he could see her now? Her dark hair was now a deep red, plaits mixed with ringlets cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes were pale blue and she wore dark green lipstick to match her long green nails. She was a sight that might have set Virgil laughing or lusting. She wasn’t sure which.

Aiden was already in the bar. An unassuming bearded individual faking one too many drinks over in the far corner. Jo would be entering two minutes after her, pink in her hair and hanging off Chu as if he was the love of her life. The two definitely had a relationship, but it was one of sparring rivalry that often led to bruises.

This was Kayo’s front-line team. Three trusted friends who had trained with her, known her and her father for a long time. They were IR security before there was an IR.

She called them in the moment Virgil was safe.

Walking up to the drink service, she asked politely in Japanese for a mineral water and once delivered, she holed up at a table in a dim corner and awaited her contact.

Exactly two minutes later, Chu and Jo laughed through the door and planted themselves on the far side of the room going all out and ordering a meal.

The room was full of people.

Most appeared to be locals, some were definitely not. Japanese outnumbered other peoples, but there were still a fair few westerners dotted amongst the crowd.

She waited, eyeing her phone.

Three men entered the establishment several minutes after her friends. A split-second assessment summed them up as dangerous. The man in the middle scanned the crowd, his eyes brushing across her as if she was nothing of interest.

She wanted to be nothing of interest.

“Kim?” The young woman who sat down opposite her was not what she expected. White blonde hair, porcelain Japanese complexion. A small tattoo of a bird high up on one cheek. “You are looking for someone?” Flawless Japanese as expected, but the smile on her face was suspect.

“I am.”

“I could be your someone.” Her tongue brushed over her lips as she smiled.

“And you are?”

She shrugged. “Useful.” A pause. “You GDF?”

“Of a kind.”

“The bad kind?” The smile turned smug.

“Depends who you speak to.”

“Oh, I’ve spoken to a lot of people.” Again with the smile. “Some say you’re not GDF. Some say you are worth so much more.”

Kayo frowned. “Some people have no idea what they are talking about.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” The woman leant back and her smile growing more confident by the moment. “Why’d you come here?”

“I need Network access and what I can offer in return is to your benefit.”

The woman leant forward. “Do tell me, what can you offer me, Ms Kayo Kyrano?”

She didn’t blink, but her heart sank. “At this point, that is entirely up to you.”

“Kayo, get out of there now.” John’s voice was little more than a whisper in her ear, but she couldn’t agree more. This end was a dead one.

The woman’s eyes sparkled. “So, you are open to negotiation?”

Kayo kept a straight face. “What are you offering?”

That sickly smile turned into a grin, her tongue teased between her teeth. “Oh, your boyfriend. Word is he is worth a lot of money...dead.”

Do not react.

John yelled in her ear. “Kayo, there is movement in the alley behind, get out of there!”

Aiden had climbed to his feet and was wobbling between tables, a haphazard trajectory that no doubt would end up in her lap before he made it to the bar.

Useful sighed and raised a single finger.

Aiden collapsed where he stood. Several people gasped, crowding around him.

“You don’t really think we wouldn’t identify your companions, did you?” On the far side Jo and Chu were limp at their table. Dead or unconscious, Kayo did not know. How?

“Ms Kyrano, did you think a history with your petty criminal uncle put you in the big league? This was far too easy.” The woman leant back and crossed her legs. A finger toyed with her lips. “Far too easy. I do hope your dear Virgil is more of a foe or this could just get boring.”

Kayo stared at her, her calm slowly beginning to crack.

The woman waved her hand. “Take her.”

Something bit Kayo in the neck, and the world went dark.

-o-o-o-

End Part Six.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #scott tracy #grandma tracy #sally tracy #virgil/kayo #the bellini incident #kayo kyrano

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sssssssssssssaint · 6 years ago

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June 2019 (Summer Playlist)

000000 - A.CHAL

20 Min - Lil Uzi Vert

25 Lighters - Wifisfuneral

40z and Shorties - Ramirez

A.D.H.D., Pt. 2 - Sad Frosty

Aero - seiji oda

affection - BETWEEN FRIENDS

All In - ZaeHD & CEO

All Over You - Majid Jordan

All The Time 2 - Wintertime

Aloha (feat. GUN40) - 10k.caaash

Always You - mAsis

Anarchy - Lil Yachty

As A Young Boy - UnotheActivist

Assume the Worst - DRAMA

Awesome (feat. Matt Ox) - Valee

Baby Powder - Bandingo YGNE

Bacc At It Again - Yella Beezy

Bad 2 da Bone - Queen Key

Bad Luck - Khalid

Bastard - Freddie Dredd

B.B. Simon - Surf

Beef FloMix - Flo Milli

Been 2 Hell & Back - Wifisfuneral

Better - Khalid

better friends - BETWEEN FRIENDS

Better Than Me - Q Money

Beverly Trillz - Charles Goose

black on black - Geeyson Chance

Blast Off (feat. Pharrell Williams) - Gesaffelstein

bleed you still - Greyson Chance

Blinded - Freddie Dredd

Blowback - Galimatias

blushing! - BETWEEN FRIENDS

Body Talk - Majid Jordan

Bolder Feelings - The Ivy

BOOM! - Lil Yachty

Borderline - Tame Impala

Boy Afraid - Saro

Breath - N i G H T S

Canada - WIINSTON

CAN'T GET OVER YOU (feat. Clams Casino) - Joji

can't leave without it - 21 Savage

CAN'T SAY - Travis Scott

bury a friend - Billie Eilish

Carpet Burn - DaBaby

Cash Walk - Fast Cash Boyz

Casper - Takeoff

Charcoal Baby - Blood Orange

Cheap Cheap - Felly

Cheat Codes For Hoes - Shotgun Willy

Chewing Gum - Blood Orange

Chun Swae (feat. Swae Lee) - Nicki Minaj

CODY BANKS - Jack Harlow

Communication (feat. DRAM) - Arin Ray

Cotton Candy - Weston Estate

Crème De La Crème - Surf

Crybaby - Waterparks

Crying On The Bathroom Floor - MUNA

Dagenham Dream - Blood Orange

Dance To This (feat. Ariana Grande) - Troye Sivan

Dancing With A Stranger (with Normani) - Sam Smith

Dangerous - Roy Woods

Days - Tcvvx

DEMAR DEROZAN - Comethazine

Does It Make Me Wrong? - Kid Bloom

Don't Pretend - Khalid

Dream Girl - Ir Sais

Drip or Drown - Gunna

Drown The Lovers - Ritual

Eastside Sliding (feat. idontknowjeffery) - Xavier Wulf

Electric Love - NIGHT TRAVELER

Energy (with A$AP Rocky & Sabrina Claudio) - BURNS

Ever Seen A Demon - Wifisfuneral

EVRWNDR - Kid Bloom

Excuse Me - $NOT

Eyelids - Saro

Familiar - Agnes Obel

Fangs - Matt Champion

Fast - Sueco the Child

Fetish Remix (feat. Young Thug) - Lil Keed

Floodgates - Radio Edit - ZES

Footsteps in the Dark, Pts. 1 & 2 The Isley Brothers

Frá mér - Floni

Geek It Up - 10k.caaash

Get Dripped (feat. Playboi Carti) - Lil Yachty

Give Me A Chance - Hish

Give Me Everything - Nayer

Go (feat. Kid Kenn) - Queen Key

Got In Mind - The True Blue

Grim Reaper - Surf

GRoCERIES - Chance the Rapper

GTG - Freddie Dredd

Have You Ever Been in Love - The Ivy

Henny Hardaway - Wintertime

HER - Chase Atlantic

High Like This - Kevin George

hold on - flor

How I'm Living - Quin Nfn

HP - Maluma

hyrule temple - bbno$

I Don't Think We Have It - Future Jr.

If I Can't Have You - Shawn Mendes

iloveyou - BETWEEN FRIENDS

I'm Sorry (feat. Shiloh) - Swell

i'm so tired... - Lauv

In The Night - Deb Never

Joggers (feat. Stunna 4 Vegas) - DaBaby

Keyra - Herra Hnetusmjör

King City - Majid Jordan

Kiss It Better - Rihanna

Knockout - Cfn58babyt

Kolors ft. Smino - Monte Booker

Legacy (feat. 21 Savage & Travis Scott) - Offset

Let Go Today - Shoffy

Let's Fall in Love for the Night - FINNEAS

Lil Flip - UnotheActivist

Looking at Life - Blai$y

Lottery - K CAMP

Love Me Like That - Acoustic - State of Sound

Love/Paranoia - Tame Impala

Lovers Like You - SWIMS

Loving Come Easy - Kevin George

Lucky Strike - Troye Sivan

Mac - The Future Kingz

Make Me Feel - Janelle Monáe

Mayday - Surf

Midsummer Madness - Joji

mio - WIINSTON

Movies - Yoshi Flower

Mueve Mueve - YOUNGFACE

Must Be Nice - Lyfe Jennings

My Bad - Khalid

Næsta - JóiPé

Narcissist (feat. The 1975) - NoRome

Neat (feat. Young Dolph, YFN Lucci, Peewee Longway, Flipp Dinero, G Herbo) - Q Money

Never Heard Of You - D Savage

Next Song - DaBaby

No I Don't Want, Just Anyone - Shiloh

Obsessed (feat. Otis Junior & Nemo Achida) - Jack Harlow

Off Top - DaBaby

OG Heartthrob - Majid Jordan

Only You - ELHAE

Outta My Head (with John Mayer) - Khalid

Øynene lukket - Lars Vaular

Painkiller - Ruel

Past Life - Tame Impala

Please - Saro

Plus - Peach Tree Rascals

Poison in the Brain - Ondi Vil

Poledancer (feat. Megan Thee Stallion) - Wale

PRADA - Tommy Revenge

Private Eyes - Remastered - Hall & Oates

Promises (with Sam Smith) - Calvin Harris

pushin - Shoffy

Put a Date On It (feat. Lil Baby) - Yo Gotti

Red Light! - XXXTENTACION

regular life - bloody white

Request Refused - Xavier Wulf

RETROMODERN- Indica

roo doo - bbno$

Rosa - WIINSTON

Sad People Dancing - La Bouquet

SaintLaurentYSL (feat. Lil Baby) - Lil Yachty

Saturday Nights - Khalid

sex money feelings die - Lykke Li

Shadows - Mansionair

Shake - Queen Key

Shotta Flow - NLE Choppa

shut up - Greyson Chance

Since 6ix - Key Glock

Sky Doesn't Blue - Saro

Slow Love - TENDER

SMASH- ZaeHD & CEO

Snowblind - Saro

Sober - Childish Gambino

Solar Swagg - Maxotrill

Somebody Like You - DVBBS

So Shy - Tom Tripp

SPACE PUNKS - Xavier Wulf

Splash! - Deep Ends

Spoken In Tongue - UnotheActivist

Stay a Little Longer - Lostboycrow

Stick By My Side - NLE Choppa

Straight Thru - Quin Nfn

Strawberry Kisses - Amber-Simone

Studio - Young Nudy

suburban wonderland - BETWEEN FRIENDS

Suge - DaBaby

SUNDOWN - Jack Harlow

Sunglasses At Night - Corey Hart

Sunset Lover - Petit Biscuit

Sweet Holy Honey (feat. Xavier Omär) - Sango

take your time- josh pan

Taking It Out - DaBaby

Talk - Khalid

Talkin' My Shit - Quin Nfn

Taught Me Better - Amber-Simone

The Devil's In The Details - Mac Ayres

The King - Conan Gray

The King of Wishful Thinking - Go West

Through and Through - khai dreams

Throwaway (feat. Clairo)

Tidal - Alex Vargas

TIME MACHINE- Indica

Today - Intro - DaBaby

tokyo - joan

Too Hotty - Quality Control

Too Much - B. Lou

Tragedy - Always Never

Tunneler - TØFL

TYPE - A.CHAL

u can still come over - BETWEEN FRIENDS

Unforgiven - Secret Weapons

Vapor - Saro

Vay - Aron Can

Veist Af Mér - Huginn

Vintage Like Lee - Vintage Lee

Waiting on You - Breakup

Walker Texas Ranger - DaBaby

Wanting You - PLAZA

Water, Pt. 2 (feat. Valee) - Yung Tory

What You Do To Me- Majid Jordan

who dat boi - bbno$

WHOLE lotta GUAP - Lil Yachty

Wii Tennis - 420 Unlovable

Wild Wild West (feat. Gunna) - Offset

WINE & DINE - Comethazine

Woah - Nahzzy & Legend

Womp Womp - Valee

Words From The Wise - UnotheActivist

WORKIN ME - Quavo

Wylin' - Always Never

Yikes! - Billy Marchiafava

YOSEMITE - Travis Scott

You - LINES

Young Rich And Radical - Club Cheval

Yr Love - Roosevelt

ZEZE (feat. Travis Scott & Offset) - Kodak Black

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Chapter 5: The Tell

Pairing: Stiles x OC (eventually)

Warnings: Language, mention of dead bodies, blood

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I sift through the DVDs on the rack, trying to find The Da Vinci Code. It is one of mine and Griffin’s favorites, and he wants it for movie night. Suddenly, the bell on the door jangles. I look up to see Jackson looking around. I close my eyes. Great. Just what I needed, to see this asshole. I finally spot The Da Vinci Code on the shelf behind me and grab it.

“Can somebody help me find The Notebook?” Jackson calls. He turns and spots me. “Hey,” he says to me. I half-wave in response. He glances at the DVD in my hand, raising an eyebrow. “The Da Vinci Code?”

I nod. “It’s one of my favorites. My brother wanted it for movie night.”

Jackson shakes his head in disbelief. “How do you like that movie?”

I scoff. “Tom Hanks is one of the greatest actors,” I defend. “What's so great about The Notebook?”

Jackson sighs, exasperated. “It was Lydia’s idea.”

I smirk. “I’m sure.”

He turns away with a huff. “Hello!” He calls, walking further into the store. No one answers. “Hello? Is anybody working here?” It’s silent except for the broken light buzzing on the ceiling. Curious, I start walking behind Jackson.

The phone starts ringing, but nobody answers. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jackson sighs. I look around the corner and see a pair of feet sticking out of the aisle.

“Hey,” I say, tapping Jackson on the shoulder. He turns to see what I am looking at and we start walking toward the feet. Please be just unconscious, please be just unconscious. We round the corner and I let out a strangled gasp, quickly covering my mouth. Definitely not just unconscious. I look down at the body of an employee, blood gushing from his neck.

Jackson backs up into a ladder, sending the light crashing down. He falls to the side to avoid getting hit as the power goes off. Red lights flash as Jackson gets up. We turn and see a pair of glowing red eyes at the other end of the room. Eyes wide, Jackson grabs my arm and shoves me next to him between two aisles. I am crouching on his left, my back against the shelves.

Jackson peeks around the corner of the rack, but quickly looks away. I take deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I am determined to not die in the fucking vampire romance section next to Jackson fucking Whittemore.

Movies fall around us, signaling the creature is moving. Suddenly, I hear banging and realize the aisles are falling like dominos. Jackson and I attempt to get out of the way, but the aisle falls, trapping us underneath.

I can’t see anything around the piles of movies around me, besides Jackson’s feet in my face. I try to shift, but realize the entire weight of the rack is on top of me. My vision slowly fades to black.

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Next thing I know, I am sitting on the step of an ambulance holding an ice pack to my head and sitting next to Lydia. Two police cars pull up, and Noah gets out of one of them, my brother getting out of the other. I look inside the sheriff’s car and am relieved to see my best friend sitting in it.

“Vivian,” Griffin sighs in relief, wrapping me in a hug. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” I say.

He pulls away, keeping a grip on my shoulder, and turns to the paramedic. “She’s just fine, sir,” the paramedic says. “One of the aisles collapsed on top of her; it’s a miracle she doesn’t have any broken bones. Not even a concussion.”

“Why the hell can’t I just go home?” Jackson demands, gaining our attention. I can feel him getting angrier by the second. I wince at his volume. “I’m fine!”

“I hear ya, but the EMT says you hit your head pretty hard,” Noah says, walking up to us. “They just want to make sure you don’t have a concussion.”

“What part of ‘I’m fine’ are you having a problem grasping?” He asks, keeping one hand latched to Lydia’s, his free hand waving in the air with his words. “Okay, I wanna go home.”

“And we understand that,” Griffin says, moving to stand next to Noah, in an attempt to calm Jackson down.

“No, you don’t understand,” Jackson insists, “which kind of blows my mind, since it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp for a minimum-wage rent-a-cop like you two!”

I glare at Jackson as I shoot up from my seat, totally done with his attitude. “Hey!” I exclaim. “There’s no need to take your anger out on them!” Stiles gets out of the car and moves over to me.

Jackson ignores me and keeps yelling. “I want to go home!” At Jackson’s volume, Stiles steps closer to me. Before he can speak, a movement to the side gets his attention.

“Oh, whoa, is that a dead body?” Stiles exclaims. I turn to see the gurney with the dead employee on it, and immediately tense. Noticing this, Stiles places a comforting hand on my shoulder.

Throwing Stiles a look, Noah starts shouting orders to the crowd. “Everybody back up,” he says.

As he does that, Griffin turns to me. “I’m going to get you home, okay?” I nod, and he walks over to Noah to tell him we’re leaving. I turn to give the ice pack back to the paramedic, but she shakes her head. “You keep it, honey,” she smiles.

“Thanks,” I say quietly.

“You okay?” Stiles asks, his hand still on my shoulder.

I shrug. “I’ll be fine.” I must not be very convincing because he puts an arm around me in an awkward hug.

After a second, he lets go and Griffin reaches us. “You ready, kiddo?” I nod.

“I’ll see you,” I say to Stiles as Griffin and I walk toward his car.

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“Hey, Byrne,” a voice behind me calls the next day at school. I turn to see Jake Johnson, one of Jackson’s buddies, come up behind me.

“Oh, uh, hey Jake,” I say, fiddling with the strap of my backpack.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Where is he going with this?

“What’s that gnarly scar behind your right shoulder?” He asks, no reservation in his tone.

I laugh nervously, tensing. “What? What are you talking about? How do you even know about that?”

Jake shrugs. “My girlfriend saw it in the locker room, before gym. What’s it from?”

I start to shrink away, trying to make myself smaller. “Not your business.”

“Oh, come on, just tell me,” he insists.

I shake my head. “No.”

“Viv, come on.”

“Don’t call me Viv,” I snap.

“Fine, Vivian,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Is it from the car accident?”

I freeze. “How did you-?”

“Jackson told me about it last week,” he informs me. I hold back a groan. Great. Yet another reason to hate Jackson Whittemore. “Come on- is that it?”

“It’s not your business, Jake,” I say, starting to walk faster.

“Vivian-” He grabs my shoulder and I don’t waste a second to whip around, bringing my fist back and slamming it into his nose.

He stumbles back, blood gushing from his nose, shouting, “What the hell? Why did you do that?”

I don’t answer, instead breathing hard, rubbing my hand. Wow, punching someone hurts.

Before I know it, teachers are surrounding us. I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up to see Stiles. “You okay?” He asks, concern in his eyes.

I nod. “I’m fine.” I turn back to Jake. “Leave me alone,” I say, cursing myself when my voice cracks. With that, I walk off.

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“Just a friendly reminder,” Harris says. “Parent-teacher conferences are tonight. Students below a ‘C’ average are required to attend. I won’t name you, because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment.” He stops at the desk Stiles and I sit at and asks, “Has anyone seen Scott McCall?”

We shake our heads when Harris looks to us for an answer. We saw Scott this morning, before classes, but haven’t seen him since.

Just then, the door opens and shuts, Jackson walking through. As he sits at his desk, Harris goes over to him and leans down, obviously trying to have a private conversation, but since no one is talking, everyone can hear his words. “Hey, Jackson. If you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know.” Jackson nods and catches my eye, and I give a small smile and a thumbs up to let him know I’m fine. He answers with his own thumbs up. I don’t like the guy, but he did make sure I stayed safe last night, even if a shelf did end up falling on me.

Harris turns back to me. “Vivian, that goes for you, too.” I shrink back as everyone’s eyes dart between Jackson and I.

“Everyone, start reading chapter nine,” he continues, walking up to the chalkboard. “Mr. Stilinski. Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. It’s chemistry- not a coloring book.” Stiles and I exchange an eye roll, and he spits the highlighter cap that was between his lips into the air, catching it before it lands on the ground.

Glancing at Jackson, he leans forward to get Danny’s attention. “Hey, Danny. Can I ask you a question?”

“No,” Danny says simply.

“Well, I’m going to, anyway.” I snort. “Um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?”

Danny sighs, glancing at Jackson before answering, “No.”

“Can I ask you another question?”

“Answer’s still no.”

“Does anyone know what happened last night?”

Yes, I do. And I told Stiles what happened last night, when it happened.

“He wouldn’t… tell me,” Danny admits.

“But he’s your best friend,” Stiles says. Way to state the obvious. Danny just shrugs, and Stiles leans forward again. “One more question.”

“What?”

“Do you find me attractive?”

I facepalm. Danny doesn’t answer, and Stiles leans forward more, but the stool slips and he falls forward with a clatter. He catches himself and I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to hold back a laugh as everyone looks in our direction.

“Graceful as ever,” I whisper as Stiles sits back on his stool, which earns me a small glare, but I just smile at him.

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The bell rings and I walk out of science class with Stiles, who is leaving another message for Scott. As students move quickly through the hall, I keep my head low and hug my books close to my chest. Maybe coming to school today wasn’t such a good idea.

“Hey,” Stiles says, falling into step with me. “How you doin’? How’s your hand?”

I shrug. “I’m fine.”

Stiles furrows his eyebrows. “You’re sure?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, Stiles, I am sure.”

He examines my face to determine if I’m lying or not. “You could’ve stayed home. I would’ve brought your homework to you.”

“Yeah, I probably should have stayed home,” I acknowledge, facing forward. “I just... I needed a distraction today.”

“If you want a distraction, I’m going to check on Lydia, if you want to come.”

I tense. “I think I’m just going to head home.” I know that if I see Lydia, I might lose it. It’s best if I stay away for now.

Stiles nods and we continue walking down the hall toward our next class.

“You know,” he says, “it’s about time someone punched Johnson.”

We share a small laugh as we walk into our history class.

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A knock on my door causes me to look up from my book. I see Griffin standing in the doorway. “Please tell me I’m going to hear good things tonight at this parent-teacher conference,” he says.

I smile nervously. “I’m not failing any classes,” I say.

He chuckles. “I’ll see you later tonight. Get some rest.” I nod, and he leaves.

My phone chimes and I see a text from Stiles. Have you heard from Scott?

I text back that I haven’t.

After a minute, he texts me again. I found something on Lydia’s phone. She caught the alpha on video.

I gasp. That was not what I was expecting. You know you have to delete the video, right?

I know. I already did.

After another minute, I take a deep breath and send another text. Hey, can I come with you to the school tonight, so I can meet Griffin? I don’t really want to be home alone right now.

It takes only a few seconds for Stiles to respond. Of course. I’m on my way.

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3rd Person POV

“Jackson’s a highly motivated student,” Mr. Harris begins his conference with the Whittemores. “In fact, I’d describe him as ‘unusually driven.’”

Mr. and Mrs. Whittemore both nod. “Yeah, we were hoping he might ease up on himself a little,” Mr. Whittemore says. “He’s always been real hard on himself. It’s just, you know, something we assumed was an effect of him being adopted.”

“I think I understand,” Mr. Harris says. “He’s never met his biological parents.”

“Yeah, that’s right. It’s the need to please, the overachieving, the desire to make someone proud- someone he’s never even met.”

“Something certainly seems to have recalibrated his desire for achievement several notches higher. Not to be too blunt about it, he seems almost obsessed.”

~~~

“Let me tell you, there’s plenty to say about Lydia,” Ms. Ramsey smiles at Mr. and Ms. Martin.

“Did I not predict this?” Mr. Martin asks, turning to his ex-wife.

“Here we go,” Ms. Martin sighs, shaking her head. “Total nuclear meltdown as usual.”

“What is it?” Mr. Martin asks Ms. Ramsey. “Is it her grades, concentration issues, erratic behavior?” He throws each statement over to his ex-wife, who is not having any of it.

“I’m not the one who told her she had to choose who she wants to live with, as if that wouldn’t warp a sixteen-year-old girl,” she shoots back.

“Just tell us what the problem is,” Mr. Martin says to Ms. Ramsey.

She chuckles. “I wasn’t aware that there was a problem.” Ms. Martin tosses a smug look over to her ex-husband, who gives an annoyed look in return. “Academically, Lydia’s one of the finest students I’ve ever had. Her A.P. classes push her GPA above a 5.0. I’d actually like to have her I.Q. tested. And socially, she displays outstanding leadership qualities. I mean, she’s a real leader.”

~~~

“Stiles, that’s right,” Coach Finstock says, sifting through the messy pile of files on his desk. “I thought ‘Stiles’ was his last name.”

“His last name is ‘Stilinski’,” Noah says, already slightly annoyed with the teacher.

“You named your kid ‘Stiles Stilinski’?”

“No, that’s just what he likes to be called.”

Coach goes back to searching the files, saying, “Oh. Well, I like to be called ‘cupcake’... What is his first name?” Noah reaches over and points to the file that had been at the top of the pile the whole time. Coach’s eyes bug out. “Wow, that’s a form of child abuse.” He brings the file closer to his face, turning it this way and that. “I don’t- I don’t even know how to pronounce that.”

“It was his mother’s father’s name,” Noah says, smiling slightly.

“Wow,” Coach laughs. “You must really love your wife.”

“Yeah, I did,” he nods.

Coach stops. “Well, this just became incredibly awkward.”

Noah leans forward. “Hey, what do you say we get to the conference part of this conference, cupcake?”

“I like your thinking.” He flips through some papers, and continues, “So, Stiles. Great kid. Zero ability to focus. Super smart. Never takes advantage of his talents.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, for his final question on his midterm exam, he detailed the entire history of the male circumcision.”

“Well, I mean, it does have… historical significance, right? I mean-”

“I teach economics,” Coach says bluntly.

“Ah, crap,” Noah sighs.

~~~

“Where the hell are you?” Melissa snaps into her phone, leaving yet another voicemail for Scott. “Get to the school now.”

“How about we get started?” Harris suggests as Melissa hangs up.

“Sure."

“Lately, Scott’s mind has been somewhere else, as has his body. Personally, I think it may have something to do with his home situation.”

“Oh, well, personally, I’m not sure what you mean by ‘home situation.’”

“Uh, specifically the lack of an authority figure.”

Melissa shakes her head, still confused. “Yeah, I’m the authority figure, so…”

“Sorry, allow me to clarify. I mean the lack of a male authority figure.”

“Oh. Well, trust me, we’re much better off without him in the picture,” she says, checking her phone to see if Scott answered back.

“Well, does Scott feel the same way?” Harris asks.

“Yes,” Melissa answers immediately, before switching to, “I think so. I hope so.”

“Scott’s one of my most intriguing students. You can tell there’s something different about him, something special. But he’s going through some difficult changes. He just needs a… little extra attention, a guiding hand through this crucial stage of his development.”

~~~

“Now, Vivian is extremely bright; she is my brightest student,” Mr. Brennan, Vivian’s history teacher, says. “I’ve been going over her files in other classes, and her A.P. classes push her GPA above a 5.0. I would actually like to have her I.Q. tested.” Griffin smiles to himself, proud of his sister. “Socially, she hasn’t been doing too well. So far, she hasn’t joined any clubs. I’ve only seen her talking to a few kids in the school. She seems to be close to one of my students in particular- a Stiles Stilinski.”

Griffin nods. “Yeah, we actually grew up with the Stilinskis. Stiles’s parents were mine and Vivian’s godparents.”

“Well, I know she’s new, and it may take her time to make more friends, but I suggest that she branches out a little more.” Griffin nods again, and Mr. Brennan continues. “However, despite her grades, she is slightly violent.”

“What are you talking about?” Griffin asks, the smile fading. “Vivian isn’t violent.”

“This morning, just before my class, Vivian punched a boy in the nose. It’s not broken but he’ll be wearing an ice pack for a few days.” At the shocked look on Griffin’s face, Mr. Brennan continues. “I’m guessing she didn’t tell you about this.”

Griffin shakes his head. “No, this is the first I’m hearing about this. Do you know what happened? Did Vivian have a reason?”

“She wouldn’t say. I know that she had a few incidents like these before.”

“When she was younger,” Griffin nods. “After our parents and sister died. But the last time this happened was last year. And it only happened two times besides today.”

“Has Vivian gotten any professional help back then? Someone to talk to?”

“Like a therapist? No. I tried getting her to go but she never wanted to.”

“If these incidents continue, I think she should seek help,” Brennan suggests. Griffin opens his mouth to speak, but Harris interrupts. “It does not have to be a professional therapist, but I at least advise the school counselor. It might do her some good.”

~~~

“Allison Argent,” Ms. Ramsey says. Allison’s parents, Chris and Victoria, sit in front of her. “An incredibly sweet girl.” Both Chris and Victoria smile at that. “And quick to adjust, despite all the moving around.”

Allison’s parents exchange a glance, and Chris says, “We know it’s hard on her, but uh, it’s a necessary evil.”

“Necessary or not, I’d be prepared for some…” Ms. Ramsey sighs. “How do I put this?”

“Rebelliousness?” Chris guesses.

“We appreciate the concern,” Victoria says, “but we have a great relationship with our daughter. Very open and honest.”

“I’m happy to hear that,” Ms. Ramsey says. “And let her know that I hope she’s feeling better.”

Both Chris and Victoria send the teacher a confused look. “Oh, she wasn’t in class?” Chris asks.

“Oh, she wasn’t in school. I checked with the office.”

~~~

“So, how’d it go?” Noah asks as he falls into step with Griffin.

“Well, Vivian punched a boy in the nose this morning,” Griffin says simply. Wanting to change the subject, he asks, “How’s Stiles?”

“Oh, you know, he doesn’t know one class from the other,” Noah sighs.

“Oh.” Griffin pauses. “Hey, do you ever feel like you don’t know what you’re doing?”

Noah shrugs. “All the time, son. That’s the secret of parenting.”

“It’s just- when it comes to kids, the plan was always that I would be married first… in my thirties, with a partner that I love. And when I had them, they would be babies.” Griffin sighs. “I wasn’t supposed to be a twenty-four-year-old guardian to a sixteen-year-old girl, and I don’t even have a partner.”

Noah stops walking, placing a hand on his godson’s shoulder. “Look, Griffin, it’s always going to be hard looking after Viv. It’s hard looking after any kid by yourself, not just in your situation. But, you are not by yourself. You got me. I may not always have the answers, but I like to think I’m doing okay with Stiles.” He sighs. “Anything you need, you come to me.”

“Thanks, Noah,” Griffin says.

____________

Viv’s POV

“Hey, kiddo.” I look up to see my brother walking out of the classroom.

“How’d it go?” I ask nervously, getting up from the bench I was sitting on.

“You are doing amazing in all of your classes,” he starts. My face brightens. “All your teachers raved about how despite the recent move and everything in Los Angeles, you’re doing better than most of your classmates.” He takes a breath and says, “However-”

“There’s a however?” I ask, fidgeting anxiously. “What’s the however for?”

“However, I had a chat with Mr. Brennan a little while ago,” Griffin says, sitting down on the bench, and I follow suit. “Said you punched a boy right before his class.”

I close my eyes, wincing. “Viv, what happened?” He continues. “You haven’t had an incident like this since before we moved here.”

“He was asking about the accident,” I sigh. “Said his girlfriend saw the scar on my shoulder in the locker room during gym and wanted to know where I got it. I couldn’t take it, so I punched him.”

Griffin sighs. “Viv, you can’t keep punching people every time they annoy you."

I nod. “I know that. This wasn’t some kid annoying me. This was a dick harassing me about my personal business, and he wouldn’t let up.” I shake my head. “Look, I’m sorry I keep doing this.”

“I know you are,” he says, smiling slightly. He nods toward my hand. “How’s the hand?”

I flex my fingers a little. “A little sore, but fine. Why?”

“Because when we get home, I’m going to teach you how to throw a proper punch.” I look at him in shock. “First tip: keep your wrist straight so you don’t jam it.”

I nod. “Good to know,” I say, smiling.

Griffin stands, smirking, and says, “Come on, let’s get out of here.” As we walk outside, we hear screams coming from the parking lot.

I look around, but can’t find the source of the panic. I spot Scott, Allison, and their parents and we quickly head over to them. Griffin begins walking quickly toward a group of people to see what is going on. “Griffin,” I call, fear creeping into my voice.

He turns back to me. “Stay there,” he tells me before walking away.

As I hear a growl, I slam my eyes closed as flashes from last night appear in my mind. I hear a car horn and open my eyes to see a vehicle speeding toward me. I realize I won’t be able to move fast enough to get out of the way. Suddenly, someone picks me up by my waist and puts me down a few feet away. I look up and see Stiles standing in front of me, his hands on my shoulders.

“Are you okay?” He asks, concerned-filled eyes flitting between my own widened ones.

I nod quickly, clinging to Stiles's wrists, trying to calm down by taking deep breaths, but it’s not working. My eyes flit around the parking lot, trying to find my brother. Suddenly, a gunshot rings through the air, and Stiles instinctively pulls me closer as we duck behind a pillar.

Everyone begins to crowd in one area and Stiles and I follow. On the ground is a mountain lion, now dead thanks to Mr. Argent. That’s when I notice Noah on the ground, my brother kneeling next to him. “Dad!” Stiles cries, immediately kneeling down to check on his father. People crowd around Noah, but he waves them off as my brother calls dispatch.

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officialthiamlibrary · 7 years ago

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Welcome to another profile on Behind the Screens, giving you personal insight on who your favorite creators are and what they do when they aren’t wowing you with their creative ability.

Hiya! I’m popping out of my writing cave to share with you the greatness of another artist, Glitter-cake20, also known as Sammy. You’ve probably seen her awe-inspiring manips, gifs, incorrect quotes, and stories floating around your dashboard. In our talk, she shares her #1 guilty pleasure ship, creates her optimal Teen Wolf Puppy Pack spin-off, and lets us in her creative process.

Sammy! Why don’t we start off simple? Tell us about yourself. The catch: the word count is either to or less than the number of letters in your two favorite Teen Wolf episode names. (ex. Raving + Galvanize = 19)

Memory Found + Smoke and Mirrors = 25

I’m really lazy. I like reading. I’m great at killing zombies on Xbox. I have blood in my coffee stream. I have resting bitch face.

Ooh, what makes these two your favorite?

Memory Found because i feel like that is really where Theo learned to be selfless. He fought with Liam knowing he could get killed or taken, and then later he literally sacrificed himself for a pack that wanted him dead.

Smoke and Mirrors - the entire Mexico trip was great but the part that really stood out in Smoke and Mirrors was when Berserker Scott had Liam pinned to the wall and Liam said “Scott listen! You’re not a monster, you’re a werewolf like me” which parallels to earlier in Season 4 when Scott had said that same thing to Liam. It was just beautiful because it showed how Liam had accepted himself as a werewolf. Also, Derek evolving was just wow!

And how did you come to the Thiam fandom? What about them drew you in?

You know, I had just created a twitter account and I was just following few accounts for Teen Wolf, kind of just bopping along with all the other popular ships, and then someone made a post about “OMG what was THAT” and I opened the video and it was Theo and Liam making glorious eye contact, and I was never the same again.

What drew me in the most was that Theo was so vulnerable when Liam brought him back. He was once such a badass and now he was suddenly latched on to Liam - just made my heart melt. And Liam is my boy, but he made me so angry when he was mean to Theo! Like no boo, that’s not how Scott raised you!

Lately, there’s been exclamations from our pack about Thiam bleeding into their real lives (like, seeing their relationship in every movie/song or experiencing story plots in real life, etc.), have you felt this sensation recently? If so, in what ways?

Yes! I was sitting at a coffee shop writing the other day, and this adorable couple walked in. My brain immediately went “That’s Theo and that’s Liam” And I’m like, what is actually wrong with me? And literally every epic movie quote is now about Thiam, I’ve actually done a bunch of edits about that, which I will share for the Thiam Movie Fest.

Omg! That totally happens to me all the time, everywhere!! Since you see Thiam in anything, would you say they’re your #1 guilty pleasure ship? If not, what are your guilty pleasure ships, couples where you don’t care who knew or who disagreed, you ship them regardless?

Oh gosh I’ve had many. Stalia was one. I really liked the dynamic, in the same breath I was also pining for Stydia. I loved Jethan when that teaser came out. Briam, although I don’t think anyone would disagree. Brett and Mason! And even when Scott and Allison broke up I was like, no but Scallison. I literally ship anything.

If you could build the ultimate paintball/laser tag team from any five characters on Teen Wolf, who’d be on your team and why? Twist: now, choose one Teen Wolf villain who’d be your secret weapon, provided they don’t double-cross you first, mwhahaha.

Mmm okay…(this actually makes me excited!) So for paintball, first of all I’d choose Corey for his ability to disappear and strike from a position unknown to our opponents. Then I would pick Theo, he’s proven to be quite strategic and cunning in mapping out a plan! Peter, because he just no objection to kicking ass, any time any place. Kira, because she can divert the paintballs with her sword (and yes in my mind they would allow her to take the sword onto the field, shh). Braeden, because she’s just a total badass and I just love her. And for my secret weapon I would choose Jackson so he can paralyze the opposing team with his Kanima venom!! Ha!

Jackson would be a total knockout secret weapon. The game would be over in seconds lol! Let’s jump into your works. Like @da-smiley99, our artist last week, you also create a little bit of it all: drabbles, gifs, manips, and incorrect quotes. For you, which would you say is your favorite art form? How do you balance creating them all?

I really love doing the incorrect quotes, they are fun and I enjoy looking for gifs to match!

Whatever inspiration hits first is what I will do, most of the time its manips/aesthetics that I do for other writer’s work. I love appreciating and promoting what people have created because I know the effort that goes into it. There are still so many works I would like to do an edit for!

If your creative process for these pieces was a person, describe him or her to us. What do they do? Wear? Listen to? How do they handle conflict?

She’s running around in a pink fur coat, stilettos, champagne in hand, chocolates stuffed in her cheek yelling “OH MY GOD!” at everything. I imagine her in a clothing store, the clothes being ideas, and she’s just grabbing everything pilling it onto her arm in a heap, eventually losing her balance and falling over. So when the shop assistant (my family) is like “Mam, you need to calm the hell down” she just runs to the next store, her champagne spilling as she wobbles down the sidewalk in the way-too-high stilettos. She probably listens to Taylor Swift in her pink drop top.

And what’s hers (and your) writing Kryptonite? How do you two battle it?

With regards to writing -I come up with the most amazing and original idea for a story and I manage to write one mind blowing paragraph and then I’m stuck. That’s why I take so long to create a story, it just takes me forever to get inspired again. I have a few WIP’s and I don’t know what to do with them!

Creating comes pretty easy and I haven’t had many hiccups while editing. I just suck at making video edits and I honestly wish I was better at it because I have so many ideas! I usually fight writer's block with generous amounts of wine.

If you did become that video-making mastermind, which one of those ideas would you explore first?

I always wanted to do an AU vid of Thiam just living life you know. Id also like to do a “trailer” for these amazing fics that’s been written, kind of like what was done for Airplanes!

I sense a perfect opportunity to practice your videographer skills, mentally, of course! Say you were the Jeff Davis of the Puppy Pack Teen Wolf Spin-Off. Describe your very first and last scene of the pilot episode? How would you put your personal touches on those two scenes?

Personal Touches: A-class lighting because we suffered enough with the ever loving darkness of Teen Wolf. I’d like to see the characters develop more of a personal style, Liam would probably wear more ‘jock’ outfits as he plays varsity lacrosse now. I’d love to put Theo in shorts for a change, maybe an early morning kitchen scene where he is wearing boxer shorts…okay I’m getting distracted.

Eeek! Okay so, the Opening scene would be Theo, Liam and Alec running from hunters, Theo has Liam by the arm, he pushes Liam and Alec into his truck and ducks in behind them. They speed off. Then he starts yelling at Liam “Are you crazy, Li?! I’m getting real tired of saving you!” (que fandom freaking because he is calling him “Li” now) and then at Alec “And you! What the hell did we tell you about sneaking out with Liam!?” Liam and Alec are just out of breath trying not to laugh at Theo. Theo calls Mason to confirm that they are fine.

Closing scene: Liam flops down on the couch in the McCall house, next to Theo (because that’s where he is staying now) “So, uh, thanks for coming to get us today”. “You’re an idiot” but Theo smiles. “How did you find me anyway?” Liam is twiddling his thumbs, “Tracked your scent” Theo gets up abruptly and leaves. Yup it’s going to be a slow burn!

Oooh, and which TW characters would you bring back as cameos or minor characters?

Frikken Danny! I feel like the guy deserved better. So definitely Danny. I’d make him the supernatural privy teacher at the high school. Brett would also come back -as a ghost haunting Liam, especially when Li gets angry then Brett would just be in the corner jabbing insults at him and the pack would look at him like he’s crazy when he yells at the wall to shut up. Scott would make regular appearances. Deaton, Argent and Melissa would be regulars, and I think a guest appearance by Jackson because for some reason they are going to need a vile of his Kanima venom. Kira’s going to come looking for her sword at one point. And Isaac shows up with Scott a few times.

I agree with you about Danny; we needed more of him! We should petition to get you in the writer’s room because I need your ideas to happen!!

How about gifs/manips specifically? Where does your inspiration for those stem from?

I would think of a scene that I really would have loved to happen and then I try to match it as best I can using existing material. Sometimes i would just be scrolling through gifs and I’d be like “oh wait! This with this is perfect!”

Ooh, up for a quick demonstration? Let’s pick one of your favorite fanfiction scenes lately. Which images/thought processes would stick out to you? Any specific gifs come to mind?

So let’s take Airplanes 28 for example. The scene where Liam is weighing up all his options about how to deal with his feelings and Theo asks what his problem is. I would use the scene from S6 in the locker room where Liam is punching the locker, it had a few different shots of Liam being frustrated. For Theo’s part I’d use the scene form 6x16 where he actually says ‘what is wrong with you”. Then I just use the app to edit and merge them and voila.

That’s pretty neat. I didn’t even know you could use apps to mash gifs together! If someone wanted to get started with creating manips/gifs, what advice/steps would you give them?

If you’re doing it from your phone, like me, you have to firstly find the right gif app preferably one that does video to gif and vice versa. There are a few that work really well, so hit me up if you want more detail! I’m also still learning so if anyone has any suggestions let me know.

We’ve chatted about your art for Thiam. Do you also create outside of the Thiam fandom? Original Fiction/Artwork? Other Fandoms?

I used to write and draw when I was younger, the Thiam fandom actually got me back into all of that! I don’t have any of my earlier writing works anymore but I still have drawings.

Aww, can you remember what you liked to write back then?

It was all fictional stories, mostly horrors! I loved writing scary stories, short or long and I would sometimes freak myself out a bit, especially late at night. I remember the one was about a guy whose car ‘broke down’ on a deserted road and he went looking for help at an old farmhouse and couldn't figure out why the people were so weird towards him, so after a few days he left, walking back down the road and he came across his car completely wrecked, his dead body hanging halfway out the door...he was a ghost haha.

Looking ahead, what’s one piece you’re working on that you’re dying for the pack to see?

Yes! This is a snipped of the AU I’m doing for the Movie fest:

-“That’s him,” Corey said nodding in Theo’s direction “that’s the Judo champ”,

By the time Liam realised he had been staring it was too late, Theo’s head was tilted to the side, an amused grin spread across his face as he looked down slowly at this abdomen and then back up at Liam. There was no reason for Liam to deny that Theo Raeken was gorgeous, that he looked like a demigod in the golden light of the street lamps, but this was not the time for these kinds of thoughts. ‘Get it together Liam’, he shook his head as if to rid his mind of Judo Boy.-

I will also attempt some manips for this piece!

Ooh, intriguing. How dare you stop there! I guess we’ll just have to wait until next week, smh. One final anecdote before we wrap up?

Characters often find themselves in situations they aren’t sure they can get themselves out of. When was the last time you found yourself in situation like that and what did you do?

The PA of our department at work tried to sell me sex toys from this ridiculously expensive catalogue and tried to make me have a sex toy party for my birthday because she would get a free gift and commission for it. First I said, but my friends and family ain’t about that life, and she’s like “No I’ll just invite all my friends it's fine” (to my birthday?? Okay bih). So then I said I’ll think about it hoping she’d forget. She didn’t. Eventually I told her that I’m not doing anything for my birthday but thanks.

Oh no, she didn’t! It was your birthday smh. You’re stronger than me! Not only would she convince me to throw the party, I’d have bought at least two things from that freaking catalogue haha! Well, we’re coming to an end, but first, what’s next for you? Both in life and in the creation world?

Career wise I’d like to do a few courses, and really start going into the direction of what I really love, which is anything creative, instead of just doing a 9-5 to pay bills, you know? So I’m going to look for a way to bring these two worlds together so that I can always do what I love. Fandom wise, I really want to do more writing, explore different characters and ships!

And, we’ll be over here, looking forward to more of your writing! Finally, Is there anything else you’d like to say? The floor is all yours. Dance away!

I hardly get to writing my own ideas so I’m reluctant to say that I'll take prompts for fics and frankly I take so long to write that it will be disappointing, however, if someone has a scenario/idea for an incorrect quote, manip or aesthetic requests, I’m all for it! I would love to do it! Other than that i just want to thank this entire fandom, you guys are keeping this ship sailing and its beautiful! Keep doing what you’re doing!

Aww, thank YOU for writing, creating, and giving us a lens into your world! I’ll be looking forward to the day you gift us with all the Thiam videos haha. From there, we give you Glitter-cake20.

As always, you can keep the conversation going; respond to any of her thoughts, ask more questions, send a prompt, or simply swing by for a chat with Sammy anytime. To dive into her works, check out her Tumblr. You can also find her on instagram!

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That’s all for now, so stay warm, amused, and tuned for next week’s Movie AU edition with @underthegallowws.

Over and Out <3

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rebootrevolution · 7 years ago

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X-Men Novelization Ch. 53

Chapter Fifty-Three

When the Mutant Registration Act hit the floor of Congress it put everyone in the Xavier Institute on edge. The nervousness was in the air, felt in the pause of every conversation and in the jingling of tea cups on their trays. The TVs in the common areas of the mansion did not show the proceedings on the floor, but there the other students made sighs or little twitches of the eyebrow when they looked at their phones that showed they were masochistically looking up scraps and clips here and there. The tension of the other students kept Jean up during those first few nights, and she could tell in the mornings that Scott and Ororo had the same lack of sleep.

As usual, Scott felt that the solution to the problem would be training. “Just a distraction for the kids,” he explained to Jean and Ororo on the latest in the string of tired mornings. “Something a little different from their usual Danger Room sessions. The training isn’t doing its job if it starts to feel routine, and it will do them good to keep busy.”

The session that Scott developed was simple enough. With Ororo and Jean behind him he explained it to Bobby, Kitty, Piotr, and Kurt outside the hedge maze. “The name of the game is capture the flag, but the real goal here is teamwork. You four will be going against a stronger opponent currently in the center of the maze.”

“Rogue,” Bobby cut in. “It’s obviously Rogue. She’s the only one not here.”

Piotr gulped. “It could be Wolverine? He would be throwing us in with Wolverine, da?”

“The mystery is part of the fun,” Scott said, but Jean could sense his annoyance at being interrupted. She told him telepathically to lighten up, but he continued on without acknowledging it. “The target has four flags pinned to his or her body. Each flag you grab can be used to skip a future Danger Room session. If everyone on the squad gets a flag you get a week off Danger Room sessions.”

“Oh hell yeah,” Bobby cut in once more. Scott barrelled past it.

“You each have a flag of your own though, and if you lose that flag you’re out of the game. Your target will try to get your flags while you try to get the targets. Clear enough?” In response, Bobby and Piotr armored up while Kitty and Kurt did warm up stretches. “Good. We’ll go speak with the target now and you will start on our signal. Good luck.”

Bobby was right that the target was Rogue, but the three X-Men still had a surprise in store that they might not see coming. Jean lifted Scott and Ororo along with herself and moved them through the sky, touching down in the center of the maze where Rogue waited, a flag on each shoulder and thigh.

“So if I get a DR session off for every flag I grab and every flag I keep? No foolin’?”

Rogue asked. Scott held out a bare hand. “See if I’m honest for yourself.” Rogue took his hand for a moment, clenching her eyes shut. She opened them tentatively, but they did not fire off. Next she took Ororo’s hand, once again taking a moment thereafter to compose herself.

“Okay, I think I’ve got it under control,” Rogue said. Jean smiled at her and offered her own hand. Rogue took longer composing herself after absorbing some of Jean’s powers, and when she opened her eyes she gave Jean a puzzled look.

“Is everything okay?” Jean asked with concern.

“Yeah...yeah everything’s fine,” Rogue said, stepping back.

“Alright, let’s go topside,” Scott said with a clap of his hands. Jean took the cue, lifting the three of them once more into the air going higher and higher until they had a spot on the roof of the Institute. They looked down on the hedge maze able to see both Rogue in the center and her four pursuers at the entrance. Scott cupped his hands around his mouth. “MISSION IS A GO!” Jean linked Ororo and Scott to her own mind as it surveilled the students, giving them a sense of what the mission was like on the ground even as they saw it from above.

Scott had a point that it would distract the students. Jean could feel their eagerness to earn a prize right from the start. Without prying into any mind in particular she could sense that it was not the free Danger Room pass itself that they most anticipated, but the sense of accomplishment that would come with it. They all still seemed so young, but ever since their trial by fire with Juggernaut there was so much less doubt in them, so much more assurance that they could really grow up to be heroes.

That said, they still had a lot to learn. Kitty and Kurt took off at once, breaking away from the others. Kitty at least had some hesitation as she passed through the walls of the maze, peering out cautiously before stepping out fully, but Kurt filled the air with his acrid smoke as he teleported to every corner of the maze he could imagine. Bobby and Piotr were more cautious, both of them recently out of the infirmary, but Jean knew that Bobby’s patience would burn out quick.

Rogue proved her advantage quickly. Not only did she have the powers of the three X-Men, but their combined training and acumen as well. Her first move was to settle a thick fog over the maze, clouding the passageways as best she could. She then used Jean’s telepathy to feel her way around, stopping before turning corners that would give away and honing in on her first target. She walked slowly and surely, but froze all of a sudden when she sensed something. Nightcrawler appeared right in front of her, but with his back to her. Rogue reached out and cupped his mouth, draining the boy’s powers and knocking him unconscious. She held him tightly and teleported just outside the maze, removing his flag before returning back into the maze.

By this time Bobby’s patience had long run dry. Piotr urged him to wait, but Bobby brushed him off, insisting that he’d get all the flags himself. Like that Bobby raised himself above the maze on an ice slide, skating above the green passageways in search of something he could not face alone.

“That boy,” Ororo said, “How is it possible to learn so little after so long?”

“Complete lack of discipline,” Scott muttered. “He’s not the only one, though. Why did they all separate? I explicitly said that the point was to work together.”

“I think they took that as a challenge,” Jean said with half a smile. “Still, you have to admire an independent spirit.”

The independent spirits were failing pretty quickly. Bobby made a giant target of himself and Rogue let off an optic beam that dropped him in a far corner of the maze. Not expecting her to move so quickly, Bobby was caught unawares when Rogue teleported right behind him and grabbed at his wrist.

By sheer dumb luck Bobby made it through. Rogue’s fingers slipped off his ice armor and Bobby instinctually encased her in a block of ice. He stopped to let himself catch his breath, laughed, and then started to try to puzzle through how to get Rogue’s flags while they were encased in ice. Rogue’s response was to blast her way through the ice, the ensuing beam sending Bobby straight through three walls of hedges before he dropped.

Rogue freed herself and started to advance on the boy, but by this point she had attracted attention. Kitty slipped through one of the walls, snatched a flag from Rogue’s thigh, and disappeared behind another wall before the Southerner could respond.

“Hit and run,” Scott said. “Clever.”

Piotr let out a battle cry. “Woooooaaaaagh!” he let off, barreling through wall after wall toward the commotion that he heard. When he crashed through his last wall running toward Rogue she whipped up a small tornado underneath him, spinning him around as she reached out with her telekinesis and plucked the flag off his belt, letting the tornado hurl him outside the maze.

Kitty came back for a second hit, but this time Rogue was ready. She teleported just behind Kitty and timed an optic blast for the brief moment that Kitty solidified. The blast was light enough to knock her over without knocking her out, and Rogue retrieved her third flag from Kitty’s form as Bobby prepared a counterattack. By the time Bobby was ready, however, Rogue was gone in a puff of smoke.

Bobby was clearly unnerved. He looked down in all directions trying to decide which way to go. Then, instead of heading down any of the paths, he began forming thick icy walls to block himself in.

“There we go,” Scott said. “Now that’s a plan.”

“It’s not a very good plan,” Ororo added, “But yeah, it’s a plan.”

Unfortunately for Bobby, Rogue had a plan too. The skies above crackled with thunder and a heavy downpour started over the maze. Rogue concentrated it as best she could to the area where Bobby walled himself in, filling it with gallons of water with each passing minute. By the time it got up to his own chest Bobby looked around in desperation.

“If he freezes anything he’ll trap himself,” Scott observed, a wide grin on his face. The way that most teenage boys smiled at a woman in a slinky dress was the way Scott smiled at a well thought out tactic.

“Her plan doesn’t end there,” Jean said, guiding the others psychically into Rogue’s mind. While Bobby waded through the water, now up to his shoulders, wondering what to do, Rogue teleported beneath the water and crouched down. She clasped Bobby’s flag.

All at once it was all over. The storm stopped, Rogue teleported back to the entrance of the maze jumping up and down screaming “I got ‘em all! I got ‘em all!” as the others sauntered toward her. Jean, Scott, and Ororo all floated down with congratulations.

“Really well thought out, Rogue,” Scott said.

“Marvelous job,” Ororo added.

“We didn’t win did we?” Kurt asked, and the unarmored Piotr shook his head in response.

Rogue was beaming, clutching the flags in her fists like a prize and counting them over twice. And then Bobby came storming out of the maze.

“That was total bullshit,” Bobby said, the ice crumbling off his sour face.

“She won fair and square,” Scott said.

“Fair and bullshit!” Bobby stopped and pointed at Rogue accusingly. “She’s overpowered! That’s what we call characters like her in video games because they aren’t freakin’ fair to play with!”

“I’m not overpowered, I---” Rogue tried to start.

“Huh huh, sure. And I’m sure we all have to avoid bumping into you every day because you’re the one who would end up in a coma, right?”

All went silent. Rogue’s bottom lip quivered. BAMF! She was gone.

“Bobby!” Jean said, giving him a look that could melt concrete. She floated into the sky and took off, searching for the spot on the mansion grounds with too many minds bustling around one head.

By the time Jean found her in the hangar underneath the Blackbird Rogue was crying, but the girl wiped away what tears she could once Jean landed and she heard her footsteps. Rogue sat on a stack of boxes, thick gloves pulled back onto her hands and her hood drawn up over her head.

“Hey,” Jean started, “That was totally unfair of Bobby, alright? He was just being a sore loser and I’m sure--

“He had a point.”

“Come on. Don’t be hard on yourself.”

“He did. He and all the others are scared o’ me. I’m scared o’ me. All those people on TV are scared o’ me.”

“They don’t know anything about you!” It was a weak defense, and Jean knew it wasn’t convincing. She tried to come at it from a different angle. “We all feel the same way, Rogue. We’re all in this together.” Rogue stopped sniffling and stood up, turning to walk away. “You’re not alone in this!” Jean pressed on. Rogue whirled around with a sudden fury.

“I am always alone. Don’t pretend like those men in suits are scared o’ you. You’re the pretty all American dream girl. You could have any guy you wanted any time you wanted. Don’t act like your powers are a curse like mine are. Yours are icing on a dadgum cake!”

“Please. We all struggle for control.”

“And everyone except me gets results!” Jean didn’t know what to say, and Rogue knew that she didn’t know so she continued, “What, you gon’ tell me about some bad dreams you had where the furniture shook? You gon’ tell me about bein’ in that Australian scumbag’s head and how you wanted to rip his childhood out?”

A sick smile twisted on Rogue’s face at look of Jean’s shock. “Yeah, that’s right. I know you’re as messed up in the head as I am, but don’t act like our problems are the same. They ain’t.”

With that she stormed off, leaving Jean in the hangar under the Blackbird where she sat and thought well into the night.

#x-men #marvel #comics #reboot #cyclops #scott summers #ororo monroe #storm #jean grey #rogue #anna marie #nightcrawler #kurt wagner #iceman #bobby drake #colossus #piotr rasputin #kitty pryde #shadowcat

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master-sass-blast · 7 years ago

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I’m Not as Think as You Drunk I Am.

OH, WHAT’S THIS, ANOTHER FIC?

YES. YES IT IS.

And, like the title suggests, it involves drinking; this is your obligatory PSA to drink responsibly and legally. It may seem like fun, but you can actually kill yourself if you drink too much. Stay safe, kids.

Summary: Wade gets the Reader DRUNK during a New Year’s celebration at the X-Mansion. Piotr finds out and gets pissed, then helps the Reader recover from their hangover the next morning.

Rating: T for strong language and alcohol consumption.

Warnings: Vomiting, legal alcohol consumption, hangovers, etc.

Pairings: Piotr Rasputin x Reader.

(Title from “Don’t Threaten Me with a Good Time” lyric by Panic! At The Disco.)

You’re minding your own business, just hanging out in the library while you innocently sketch in your drawing pad.

But, then, that’s usually how these things happen.

Wade bounds into the library, skips towards you, and hops over the couch before crouching behind you and putting his hand over your mouth. “Don’t scream. It’s just me.”

“I literally just saw you come in,” You mumble against his palm before pushing his hand away. “What’s up?”

Wade yanks on your arm until you climb over the back of the couch and crouch next to him. “Okay, so this is for your ears only, okay? Wolvie and I managed to hide some booze in the mansion for the New Year’s party tomorrow. There’s going to be a party in the basement after the fireworks go off. Anyone under twenty-one, Mr. Pole Up the Ass, and Colossus are absolutely not invited, capiche?”

You frown. “And you’re telling me this because...”

“Uh, because drinking alcohol is a great rite of passage in America. I’m Canadian, and I know that. You’re legal, right?”’

“Yeah.”

“Then you’re invited. Look, it’s better to drink with friends for the first time. We’ve all drank alcohol before --I can’t drunk anyway, so I’ll be able to keep an eye on you--and you’ll be at a safe place with literal doctors on staff if you get sick. It’s perfect!”

Hindsight will tell you that this is a bad idea. Horrible. Utterly stupid.

But, right now, you don’t have hindsight. All you have is foresight, and you’re foreseeing a lot of fun and new experiences in the future.

You grin. “Awesome.”

“And just what are you two doing?”

You and Wade both jump and stare guiltily up at your boyfriend.

He’s in his metal form right now, thick arms crossed over his burly chest. “Why are you hiding behind couch and whispering?”

“Hi, Pete!” You chirp with a sunny grin. “We’re booby-trapping Scott’s underwear drawer for New Year’s!”

“Don’t tell him!” Wade hisses, playing along with your deception.

Piotr simply shakes his head --but you can seem him repressing a smile. “Play nice, you two. No pranks tomorrow.”

“Aw, babe--”

“Nyet, myshka. Not tomorrow. Tomorrow is celebration, not time for pranks.”

You pout, slump your shoulders, and hang your head. “Okay.”

“Hey! I didn’t agree to this!”

“Fine! Do it without me!”

Piotr chuckles and turns to leave. “Behave, you two.”

“I make no promises!”

You opt to blow a kiss at your boyfriend --and he blows one back, which makes your cheeks flush--then grin at Wade when he’s gone and hold up your fist. “How awesome was that?”

Wade returns your fist bump with an equally devious grin. “So awesome.”

“Five... four... three... two... one!”

People cheer, fireworks go off, and camera lights flash as the world officially rolls over into a New Year.

Piotr grins down at you, holding you to him with one hand and using the other to caress your face. “S noyvm godom, myshka.”

You grin back. “Kiss me, darling.”

He does. Passionately, and longer than he would normally dare in other public displays of affection. When he pulls back, his cheeks are flushed and he looks immensely pleased. “A New Year.”

“A New Year,” you repeat. You grin, then lean up on your toes. “To all it may bring.”

“Da.” He kisses you again, then breaks it with a sigh. “I am on teenager duty tonight, unfortunately.”

“I know.” You feign a yawn and give him a sheepish look. “I’m actually kind of tired...”

He pats your shoulder and kisses the top of your head. “Go rest, myshka. One of us should.”

You press a kiss against his cheek, then head upstairs. Phase One: Complete.

You and Wade had constructed a damn near fool proof plan to sneak you downstairs without your mother hen boyfriend noticing. Wade had paid Russell fifty dollars to light something outside on fire to create a diversion, and he’d text you once it was safe for you to come down.

Within two minutes of skulking around the hall, you hear the loud ‘fwoom’ of one of Russell’s fireballs; mere seconds later, your phone chirps with a text from Wade.

Bro: Silver ballz is outsies. Bring on da booze!!! Get ur ass down here. XD XP

You: Don’t ever call him ‘silver ballz’ again. That’s just gross. And I’m on my way.

You creep back down the hall, listening for any signs of approaching residents.

Fortunately, almost everyone’s outside, distracted by Russell’s explosion.

You hop over the railing by the staircase and make an air current to float down to the floor. The backdoor’s open, and you can actually see Piotr outside in defense mode, trying to put out a burning rose bush.

“Psst! Come on! Stop ogling and get down here!” Wade hisses through the barely ajar basement door.

You dart over and slip down the stairs, an excited grin on your face.

Logan and Nathan are already down there, drinks in hand. Neena’s with them as well, along with Peter, Kurt, and Bobby.

“Rogue and Gambit should be joining us later,” Wade says as he joins you at the bottom of the stairs. “In the meantime, let’s get this party started!”

“For once, Wilson, you’ve had a good idea,” Logan growls as he takes a swig from his red solo cup. “Colossus’s kept us from having adult New Years for a while now.”

“Yeah, well, the world’s largest Silver Bullet ain’t got nothin’ on me!” Wade pulls out a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. “First shot of the night goes to Princess here, since it’s her first time.”

“Oh, everyone, you know what that means,” Neena says with a grin.

You frown as the others refill their cups. “What does it mean?”

“Everyone downs a drink once you take your first shot,” Bobby says as he blows on his cup to cool it down.

You blink, then eye your shot glass suspiciously. “That sounds... dubious.”

“Don’t worry, that’s just your inner Piotr talking.” Wade holds out the shot glass to you. “He’ll shut up after the second or third shot.” When you hesitate, his face softens. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

You eye the glass in his hand, then shrug. “Hashtag YOLO.” You pick up the glass, lift it to your lips, then tilt your head back and down the shot in a few swallows, just like you’ve seen in the movies.

Well, almost like you’ve seen in the movies. It takes a couple tries for you to swallow it all down, and you cough once the glass is empty. “Oh my gosh. That burns.”

Wade cheers and claps his hands. “Well done! Considerably less flailing than I was expecting. All right, everyone else, she’s done it; bottoms up!”

You watch, stunned as the other adults drain their cups --cups, not shot glasses--in long, easy swallows. Your mind already feels a little hazy, but you still can’t fathom drinking this stuff that easily.

Nathan finishes first with a growl. “Keep it coming, Wade. It’s been a hell of a year.”

A couple hours in and you’re feeling great. The shots just get easier and easier to take the more you drink, and each shot you take has you feeling more and more relaxed.

Beer, however, tastes like piss; you have no idea how Nate and Logan stomach the stuff.

“It’s an acquired taste,” Nathan says with a crooked grin after he lets you trip a sip of his drink; his cheeks are flushed --apparently, he can drunk, just not as fast as you.

“An’ you keep callin’ Wade the s-su-stupid one.” You giggle and rock back in your chair, almost knocking it over. “You’re the one wi’ the stupid hair, ‘fter all.”

“My hair... is not stupid,” Nathan grumbles, pointing a finger at you.

“Maybe not, but Wade doesn’ have any, which jus’ leave you.”

“She’s got a point,” Logan says with a chuckle as he watches Domino destroy Bobby, Kurt, and Peter at beer pong. “The default answer is you.”

Nathan flips him off.

You laugh again, flopping around in your seat. You feel amazing. Normally, there’s always an underlying current of stress and worry, but right now it’s gone. You feel completely relaxed, without a care in your mind.

Your ‘Piotr’ voice --it’s not gone, just really hard to hear right now--is saying something about it being fake and one of the addictive side effects of alcohol, but you’re too busy taking another shot to focus on the actual words.

“Okay, pumpkin!” Wade lifts the shot glass out of your hand. “That’s the cut off point for you. You’ve had seven, and I’m not trying to give you alcohol poisoning.”

You pout at him. “I was havin’ fun! The fuck?”

“You can have it back in a couple hours, once you’ve guzzled some water, peed, and eaten something. The bathroom’s right behind you. I suggest you go there, because pissing your pants isn’t as fun as it sounds. Believe me, I would know.”

You blink owlishly at him. “Huh?”

“Maybe you should cut her off for the night,” Logan suggests. “She’s clearly a lightweight.”

You can’t really process what they’re saying. You’re too busy rubbing your hands all over your face. “I can’t feel my face,” You sing. “She tol’ me... don’ worry... ‘bout it!” You slap yourself across the face --it takes a couple tries, but you manage--and gasp when no sting of pain follows. “Holy shit! I don’ feel pain anymore!”

Wade laughs hysterically as he holds your hands away from your face. “I wish I had a camera! This is fucking priceless! Y/N, you’re completely toasted!”

You open your mouth to say something, but there’s a loud banging noise that distracts you. You loll your head back and try to see what’s going on.

Piotr tromps down the stairs in his human mode, fists clenched at his side. His blue eyes are wide with fury, and his mouth his clenched shut. He stops at the bottom of the stairs and glares down the room. “What is going on?”

“Shit,” Wade mutters under his breath. He forces a grin and stands, partially hiding you from view. “Colossus! Buddy! Welcome to the party!”

“Enough. Where is Y/N?”

You gasp once your brain catches up with your eyes. “Oh! Piotr’s here!” You smile --because you’re genuinely happy to see him, even though you’re too drunk to think right now--when his gaze snaps to you. “Hi, baby! How’s it goin’?”

He relaxes, just a little. “You’re going to bed. Now.”

You nod, happy to along with whatever he says. “Okay.” You manage to get out of your chair, but start falling over as soon as you try to walk.

Piotr darts forward and catches you, clutching you against his chest to keep you from toppling over.

You nuzzle your face against his chest, marveling at how soft his shirt is. You can’t really hear what he’s saying to the others, but you can feel the resonance of his voice in his chest. It tickles your face, and you let out a soft giggle as you wrap your arms around his waist. “You’re all buzzy.”

Piotr sighs and pats your back. “Come on, lyublyu. To bed with you.” He places his hands under your shoulders and tenses. “I’m going to carry you, okay?”

“Right.” You gasp when he lifts you --then groan when the room spins. “Oh shit. Everything’s sideways.”

Piotr tucks you against his chest and walks towards the stairs. “Close your eyes. Just let me take care of you.”

The trek to his room is mercifully short --though that might have to do with your passing out halfway through. Your eyes pop open when he sets you on his bed. “Huh? Where am I?”

“In bed.” He kisses your forehead. “Stay here. I’ll get you one of my shirts.”

You whine as he walks away. “No! Don’ leave me!”

“I’m just right here, at the closet. You can still see me.”

“But you’re so far ‘way!” You sob into the bed. “‘m all alone.”

“No, you’re not,” he says as he kneels in front of you. “I’m right here.”

You gasp. “You’re back! You were gone f’rever!”

He kisses your temple and wipes the tears off your cheeks. “I’m sorry. I’ll be faster next time.” He sits you up and starts peeling you out of your clothes.

“Bow chika wow wow,” You mumble as he strips you out of your jeans. You start singing the intro to ‘Careless Whisper,’ but give up about halfway through. “Pete?”

“Da, dorogaya moya?”

“I think ‘m drunk.”

Last night, you felt great.

This morning, you abso-fucking-lutely do not.

Your head feels like someone’s driving an ice pick into it. Your body aches, and your stomach feels like it’s about to commit mutiny.

And you’re tired. You feel like you got hit by an insomnia train.

Piotr’s hand rubs up and down your back in soothing circles. “How are you feeling, myshka?”

You bury your face into your pillow to try and block out the light streaming through the windows. “Oh God. I think I’m gonna die!”

His lips press against your shoulder. “You’re hungover. Wade said you had seven vodka shots last night.”

“I didn’t mean to! Holy shit, this sucks! Why didn’t Wade tell me about this? I’m gonna murder him!”

“Later, dorogoy. Try to focus on getting rest for now.”

You would, but at that moment your stomach decides to launch its mutiny into motion. You lurch out of bed and bolt for the bathroom, diving for the toilet as the first round of stomach contractions start.

You’re not sure how long you spend vomiting into the porcelain bowl, but when you finally get a reprieve you realize Piotr’s sitting next to you, holding your hair back. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s natural reaction for hangover.”

“No --well, yeah, but not what I was talking about. I’m sorry that I went to the party behind your back, and I’m sorry I drank alcohol when I wasn’t supposed to. I’m sorry I broke the rules.”

He rubs your back with his free hand. “We’ll talk about it when you’re better --but you are very much forgiven.”

Once your body settles, he leaves your side to turn the shower on.

You grimace at the sound of the water pelting the shower floor. “That’s so loud! Turn it off!”

“Sorry, dorogoy, but you’ll feel better after shower.” He helps you out of your pajamas --then strips down and joins you.

Normally, you’d be delighted by that, but right now you’re entirely consumed by how shitty you’re feeling. All you can really do is stand under the spray of the water and squeeze your eyes shut to try and block out the pain.

Fortunately, you don’t have to do more than that. Piotr’s in full ‘mother hen boyfriend’ mode right now, determined to help you survive your first ever hangover. He gently washes --and conditions--your hair and lathers your body in soap with such nurturing tenderness that you don’t even get turned on from having your boyfriend literally rub you from head to toe.

That, and you feel like shit. Actually, it might be more of the latter than the former.

Once you’re all rinsed, Piotr turns the water off and dries both of you off before helping you into a fresh set of pajamas. Then, in a gesture of ultimate chivalry, he carries you the ten foot distance back to the bed and tucks you in. “I’m going to make you some breakfast. Rest in meantime.”

You groan. “No. No food.”

“Your body needs food to help process alcohol out of system. Trust me, da? I have been hungover before. I know what helps.”

You snort, which makes your headache worse, but you can’t help it. “You? Hungover? Likely story.”

“I had rebellious phase!” He sounds indignant. “I was not always like I am now.”

“Sure, babe.” You manage to find his hand and pat it. “What, did you jaywalk instead of using the crosswalks like a law-abiding citizen?”

He huffs and kisses your temple. “Very funny, myshka. Get some rest while I make food.”

You’re out before he closes the door.

Nearly an hour later and he’s back, gently rousing you from sleep and helping you sit up.

“Breakfast in bed? What sort of alternate universe is this?” You grumble, feeling somewhat better after a nap.

“Special circumstance.” He sets up a tray table next to his bed, then sets a bottle of water and a couple ibuprofen pills on the table. “Take these and drink some water. I’ll be back in few minutes.”

Now that he’s mentioned it, you realize your mouth is bone dry. You take the pain pills and guzzle half the bottle, but your mouth wicks all the water away like one of those miracle drying rags Wade keeps buying off the infomercial channels.

Speaking of Wade, he’s walking into the room. “You okay?”

You glare at him as you gulp from the water bottle. “I’m gonna fucking murder you.”

“Figured. Look, I’m sorry I didn’t warn you about the hangover. I don’t get hungover anymore; I didn’t even think about it.” He sets an orange prescription bottle on the tray table. “But I brought a peace offering. Prescription painkillers. Best shit you can get.”

“Absolutely not.” Piotr storms into the room, sets the plate he’d been carrying for you on his desk, and yanks Wade away from you. “You’ve done enough damage already.”

“Piotr, calm down!” You exclaim, wincing at how loud your voice is. Quieter, you add, “He’s just trying to be nice.”

“By offering you stolen prescription. After getting you overly intoxicated.”

“They’re mine!” Wade insists as he flails in Piotr’s grip. “Legal and all that shit! I still have cancer, asshole. They prescribe painkillers to help with that.”

Piotr picks up the bottle, then sets Wade down after reading the label. “I am sorry. I should not have assumed. But you still got Y/N drunk --after you were told to not bring alcohol in for New Year’s. And you bribed Russell.”

“Look, babe, he wanted to introduce me to alcohol safely.”

“By breaking rules, causing damage, and lying.”

“By doing it in a safe place, with people who know me and know how alcohol effects the body, and where we had access to a doctor if things went super sideways. He didn’t take me to a bar, he didn’t force me to drink anything, and he cut me off before I got too out of control. I think he deserves some credit for that.”

Piotr mulls it over, then sighs. “Your intentions were... good, Wade. Even if your techniques were... misguided.”

“Thank you.”

“You still have to answer for your actions. You broke many rules last night, and bribing Russell to cause damage to property is unacceptable. He or any number of others could have been seriously hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Wade waves his hand dismissively before plucking his bottle of painkillers out of your boyfriend’s hand. “I’m going now. Before you get too far into lecture mode.”

Piotr glares after him, then shakes his head and retrieves the plate from his desk. “Sorry about that, moya lyubov’.”

“It’s okay.” You gratefully accept the plate --you’re hungry now, ravenous beyond belief.

The plate is loaded with all your favorites --including a small stack of golden, perfectly fluffy chocolate chip pancakes.

Piotr kisses the top of your head as you dig in. “I will be right back. Do you want more water?”

“Yes, please.”

He returns a few minutes later, water bottle tucked under his arm and two glasses in hand. One is filled with an orange liquid and almost looks appetizing; the other...

“Is that... pickle juice?” You grimace when you give the contents of the glass a precursory sniff. “Why? Haven’t I suffered enough?”

“Salt will help your body. Take sips. Don’t try to drink it all at once.”

You take a sip --and it’s a disgustingly salty and sour--and eye the other glass with suspicion. “Do I even want to know what that is?”

Piotr holds it out to you. “It is Russian hangover cure. I think you will like this better.”

You sniff the contents --it smells decidedly better, just barely not like orange juice--and take a sip. “Oh! I like that!” You down the glass easily and set it on the table as you smack your lips. “Can I have more of that?”

“Maybe later, if you still need it. Try to keep eating.”

You manage, growing more subdued and sleepier as you fill your belly. Eventually, Piotr says you’ve eaten enough --and drank enough of the pickle juice, which is still gross--and lets you flop back down on the bed.

He pulls the blankets up around your shoulders and smooths your hair away from your face as you settle back in. “I will check on you later. Rest well, myshka.”

You wake up several hours later, feeling considerably less fucked over. Your head no longer feels like it’s being scooped out by a melon baller, and your stomach is considerably less grumpy. You manage to get yourself upright and pad out of Piotr’s room on shaky legs.

The mansion is practically silent as you wander through the large halls. Most of the mutants visit their families during Christmas and New Year’s, meaning that there’s no one to run into while you search for your boyfriend.

Which is probably for the best. You can walk, but you definitely don’t feel human enough for conversation.

It takes a while, but you manage to track him down; he’s outside, in full on defense mode, watching Nathan, Neena, Logan, Kurt, Wade, Peter, and Bobby clean up the remains from Russell’s bush burning.

Scott’s also there, supervising, which briefly makes you hesitate; you ultimately decide that you want your boyfriend, so you jam your boots onto your feet and brave the cold and snow.

The sunlight hurts your head, and you tromp towards Piotr as quickly as you can.

He starts slightly when you wrap your arms around his waist --considerably harder than usual since he’s in defense mode--and turns around with a concerned frown on his face. “Y/N? You should be inside.”

“I wanted to come find you,” You mumble as you press your face into his coat to block out the piercing sunlight.

He makes sure Scott is good to go, then scoops you into his arms and carries you inside. Before you can think of anything to say, you’re back in his room and in bed again with the blankets tucked over your legs.

He hands you the water bottle as you prop yourself into a sitting position. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. My head still hurts, though.”

He kisses your forehead, almost like a parent kissing their child’s scraped knee. “Do you want some more painkillers?”

“Later. I saw that you had the guys and Neena doing due penance. Why didn’t you have me out there, too? I was part of last night.”

Piotr takes one of your hands in his and kisses your knuckles. “Scott and I talked it over with the Professor. We decided better ‘penance’ would be to have you take course on alcohol safety.”

You frown. “Scott agreed to that?”

“Eventually. Wade made very compelling case for you this morning. He said you had no experience with alcohol previously, and that you had no basis to know why New Year’s rule was in place to begin with.”

You make a mental note to thank Wade later.

“The Professor and I agreed --and Scott added the safety course, which is not that unreasonable, I think.”

“It’s not,” You admit. “But I might bitch about it anyway.”

“And I will be there to pat your hand and remind you that it is due consequence of your choices.”

“Like the wonderful boyfriend you are. Pampering me and keeping me grounded.” You smile softly. “I like to think you bring out the best in me, Pete.”

He smiles back and kisses you gently. “I like to think you bring out best in me, Y/N.”

Despite the pounding in your head and the knowledge that you’re going to have to take a pain the ass course eventually, you melt into the kiss.

There’s no place you’d rather be.

#sass writes #piotr rasputin x reader #colossus x reader #piotr rasputin imagine #colossus imagine #tw: alcohol #tw: vomit #it's your first time drinking and wade starts you off with vodka shots #like any good friend would #note: the reader does soberly consent to drinking #wade doesn't force you because wade is ALL ABOUT CONSENT #mother hen piotr #the best kind of piotr #x men fanfiction #deadpool fanfiction

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rudemaidenswrite · 7 years ago

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Ice Cold and Mind Games 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Also starting with this chapter a crossover with @pusantheamazonian‘s You Can Hide Here will start.

To read more of You Can Hide Here and it’s sequel’s click hereeeee.

Warnings: Language. Threats. Jean is a bitchhhh. Scott and Logan’s bromance.

“I’m sure you’ve all heard a little bit about what happened in the danger room earlier this week. With Miss Barcus and her injury due to the accident in the Danger Room.” Professor Xavier starts talking with the rest of the teaching staff, who are standing in a circle in the med bay.

“Professor, how exactly did she get so injured in the danger room? It’s supposed to all be a simulation. The worst that has ever happened was a sprained or broken leg or two from people tripping.” Storm asks confused, the rest of the staff look to the professor for an answer.

“Well, it seems our very own Miss Barcus is considerably stronger than even I originally thought.” He clasped his hands together. “Since she is currently on suppressants and in a drug induced coma I am currently unable to test the full limits of her powers.”

“How exactly do you plan on testing her, it could be catastrophic. She did affect the danger room in a way we never thought possible. It could have injured everyone in there.” Scott asks honestly concerned.

“Well that is where Hank will come. Hank can you try to make the old bunker suitable to run some tests in?” The professor asks looking at him.

“With just a little bit of work the bunker will be suitable to withstand almost anything she can throw at us.” Hank beamed.

“Good then as soon as she is healed enough, we will begin finding out what she is capable of.” The professor says to the group. “Jean, do you have something to add you look like you’ve been holding something back.”

“Well professor is it really safe for her to even be here in the first place if she is as powerful as you think?” Jean states. “What happens if Hank can’t secure the bunker like he thinks he can? Then she could possibly destroy the whole school and all of us.”

“I have faith in Hank and I believe you should too.” The professor says matter of factly.

“I know you do it’s just what happens if she can’t be controlled, maybe we should think of an alternative.”

“What are you trying to say Jean? She is one of the students here, and as a student it is our job to protect her.” Scott says sounding annoyed with her.

“We need to think about the lives of the other people that are around here, not just hers! She’s not the only person around here-“

“Jean shut the fuck up.” Lana half shouted. “The world doesn’t fucking revolve around you. There are other people besides you in the goddamn universe.” Her face was red with anger.

“Lana honey, calm down.” Lukas wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer.

“Alright, alright please. We do need to look at what is in the best interest of our students, and that does mean all of our students, including Miss Barcus.”

“But, Professor, she’s 19. Legally she’s an adult; we could just ask her to leave the school and we wouldn’t have to worry about it.” Jean says trying to defend her opinion.

“And what about the other one?” Warren asks. “Her friend that’s here and for that matter what about Peter?”

“Jessie.” Logan says suddenly. “Her friend’s name is Jessie. Neither her, Peter or their other friends would be very pleased with Stacie being asked to leave the school.”

“We will not be asking them to leave the school, every student here is entitled to an education, and we will not be taking that opportunity from any of our students if we can help it.” The Professor informs the staff. “And that is final.”

“She has to stay. If she leaves we will be sentencing her to death. We all know what happened before Stacie and Jessie arrived here.” Wade spoke up after being uncharacteristically quiet throughout the entire meeting.

“Wade is right.” Jean-Paul agreed. “The safest place for her is with us. If we were to send her away The Brotherhood would snatch her up as soon as she steps off the property. And if they didn’t who knows what might happen. We would be marking her for death.”

“Look I’m not saying she’s right but Jean does have a point what happens if she can’t control her powers, what do we do then?” Kitty asks.

“Seriously you guys are questioning this!? It’s not like we don’t have a super group of intelligent mutants here that could figure out how to deal with that if it came up.” Negasonic says facetiously, before being fist bumped by Wade.

“That’s what I like to hear Mon Chéri.” Remy says in his thick Cajun accent.

“Da they have a point.” Colossus agrees.

“That is why this school was created. We are here to help any young mutants that want our help. Like the Professor said we will just have to be patient until Stacie wakes up. And if we have to give her doses of the suppressant then so be it. Whatever arises we can and will fix.” Storm stepped out of the crowd and defensively stood by Stacie with Lana.

“Then it’s settled. We will discuss it further if needed, please return to your duties.” The professor says, as Jean leaves with a huff.

“Aren’t you gonna follow your woman?” Logan asks nudging Scott.

“Would you follow her right now?” Scott asks. “It’s easier to just let her cool down on her own. Speaking of which hey Lana, do you wanna trade shifts tonight I’ll stay down here and you can head on to bed.”

“Hell no I don’t want to murder your girlfriend tonight after all that crap she just spouted.” Lana starts, before being interrupted by her husband Lukas.

“Yes, Scott she will trade shifts with you. Come on Lana let’s get you in bed all wrapped up and we’ll put on Space Jam, okay?” Lukas says as he pulls Lana towards the med-bay doors.

“Thank you, Scott.”

“Ugh fine you’re lucky Lukas is here or this would so not be happening.” Lana yells as she is being pulled out the doors.

As the rest of the staff slowly leaves Jean Paul and his husband Kyle even stop by Stacie to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. Leaving just Scott, and Logan discussing the events of the night.

Suddenly hearing a crashing sound from one of the supply closets Scott turns his head towards the noise.

“Did you just hear that?” Scott asks turning to Logan.

“Better go investigate.” Logan huffed.

“I swear to god Peter if you get us discovered I’m going to shove your own dick up your ass.” Jessie hissed as she covered his mouth with her hand.

His eyes widened in fear as he quickly nodded.

The door to the supply closet was suddenly jerked open and the small room was flooded with light. Jessie, Peter, Kurt, and Alex all froze in fear as they saw Scott and Logan standing in the doorway.

“Why are you guys in here? You’re supposed to be in bed!” Scott’s eyebrows furrowed.

BAMF! Kurt disappeared quickly.

Logan laughed. “They’ve been here since before the meeting started.”

“Alex. I’m slightly disappointed in you.”

“I was roped into it.” He shrugged.

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running-in-blind:

“Chris…” was all he muttered in response to her calling him Spy, he was too tired to play the whole mysterious game to his teammate as he fought the urge to just close his eyes and sleep.

“Jus… call me Chris” was all he got in before she went to make her phonecall to whoever, he didn’t actually know cause he was way too out of it. His eyes shifting to look at Nancy in the meantime, taking a moment to let his mind truly register her as a person before him. “Sorry fer scarin ya…”

Scott had been packing his stuff to get ready for his own weekend at home with his son when he heard the phone ringing, he was tempted to to answer it himself but he knew that it might lead to something that really wasn’t worth the hassle. That’s when he heard Nathan picking up the phone, the realisation of which allowed him to zone out while finishing up with his packing, making sure to put the gift he got for Donovan in there too. The sound of frantic footsteps running down the hall caught his attention as he glanced over his shoulder just in time to see his boyfriend running towards his door.

“Ya okay dere? Ya look like ya gotta take a nasty shit.” He hoisted his now packed duffelbag onto his shoulder, stepping over to his dresser to pick up his keys and shove them into his pocket.

“Waddaya mean ya need me ta drive ya to yer sistahs place? Whats da rush?” Scott knew that Nathan wasn’t really one to joke around about serious seeming things so he opted to just follow along and get to the car, vibrant blue eyes watching as Nathan then hurried off to the medbay… what the hell was going on? A knot of worry formed in his stomach as he threw his bag into the back seat of Nathans car, next climbing into the drivers seat and fishing out his keys to put them into the ignition and start it up, glancing up just in time to see Nathan sit down with a small cooler on his lap. Thats when the knot of worry quickly changed to dread.

“Okay what da hell is goin on?” He dared to ask before being shut down by being told to just drive. He furrowed his brow and did so, speeding out of the base and out onto the desert road, a trail of dust being kicked up behind them as they went.

Once they were at a good distance and nearly on their way to her place, Nathan finally told him. “You won’t like what I’m telling you, love.” He let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his temple. “It’s your brother. He’s injured, badly. That bad that my sister and Nancy have to treat him in her bathroom and he needs a blood transfusion.” Patting the cooler he’s holding tightly.

The same hand that patted the cooler patted his boyfriend’s thigh, trying to reassure him. He knew Scott and Chris were never on good terms due to bad family history but, somewhere, deep down in his heart, Nathan knows Scott still cares for his twin. “He’ll make it. My mother made sure to teach us some skills to treating serious wounds.”

“How is he so far?” The stitches he made were cut away and Nancy was cleaning away all the blood to see the wound clearly. Yikes, looks like someone really made a mess on Chris. From the looks of it and the way he was screaming, someone has hit his vital point or close to it. She can’t tell. All they can do is extract the bullet out and stitch him up until either one of her relative can arrive with a blood bag.

“Hey, hey,” A bloody hand smoothed over his head, making his eyes look into hers. Determined to save him with signs of gentleness knowing what kind of pain her teammate is going through. “I’ll save you, Chris.” The way she said his name for the first time with assurance of her promise was tender and soft. Even the way she cupped the side of his face was gentle before she pulled away.

“Nancy, I need you to hold him down.” It was time. “Chris, bite down on this.” Using a clean hand towel to gag him so his screams were muffled as she proceed to pull the bullet out.

His muffled screams were enough for two BLUs to rush in and see what is happening. Natasha was completely focus on her task, unable to look up or talk to either one of them, Nancy did the talking. “You got the blood, Master Corbett?” “Yeah,” breathlessly patted Scott knowing fresh warm blood was better from stale chilled blood, “here he is. I’ll prepare the transfusion.” “The tourniquet is in the medkit.”

Nathan made Scott look at him after he’s seeing what is happening to his own twin. “Scott...you ready?”

unexpected guest (Chris, I guess lol)

A call from her apartment was fine since it could be mundane related like buying more dog food or sweets as she's driving back there for the weekend. But to have a frantic call from Nancy about someone inside their apartment as they're currently outside, the Sniper drove back recklessly on full speed.

The maid was not looking to investigate as she found blood on the door handle and a handprint on the kitchen counter before she made her escape with the children. Who the hell broke into her apartment?

Armed with her Kukri and a revolver, she silently entered inside her home. Threading room to room until she reached for the last room. Her bedroom. A figure in her bed, she scanned the corners and her closest before turning the light and see-

"Spy?" A scream was nearly made. "What the hell are you do-" She stopped, taking notice of his state. Nancy mentioned blood. "What the hell happened to you?"

#runninginblind

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like-a-bag-of-potatoes · 8 years ago

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My Bestfriend - Two

A/N: This is my first ever Teen Wolf fanfiction. I recently started watching the show, so I'm sorry if my characterisations isn't on point, I'm also sorry if it completely sucks. For now, this has three parts, but I might add to that if there's any interest in that and I get good feedback. I will post the three parts that I have already written either way. Thanks to @thorne93 for betaing for me.

Characters: Stiles x Reader, Readers Dad, Scott, Lydia, Allison.

Warnings: Fluff, some angst.

Wordcount: 2322

*not my gif*

As you slowly woke up the next morning, you were lying with your back pressed up against his chest, one of his arms under your head and the other securely wrapped around your waist. It was an amazing feeling to have him this close, and for the first time since you learned about all of the supernatural stuff in the world, you felt safe. You didn't want to move a muscle, you wanted to stay like this for awhile longer, feeling Stiles against your body, listening to his soft snores, reveling in the memories from last night.

“What the hell is going on here?” a loud voice bellowed from the door, making both you and stiles jump up to a seating position.

You looked over to your door and saw your father, still in his uniform, his one hand making a fist at his side and a furious look on his face.

“Dad,” you said in surprise, looking from your father to your new boyfriend. Stiles looked like he was contemplating if he should run for his life or not. It wasn't like your dad didn't like Stiles, and it wasn't the first time he had come home to find the boy asleep in your room, but it was the first time he had caught you two in bed together. “This isn't what… We were just sleeping,” you tried, your tired brain not able to think properly.

“It's like walking into my worst nightmare,” he said, mostly to himself.

Stiles who was normally very quick witted, and he always had something to say, in fact, making him shut up was not an easy task, but now… He had nothing to say.

“I'm sorry, dad,” you tried.

“Just.. Get ready for school okay? We'll talk about this later,” he said, no anger in his voice, more like he was dejected over this whole occurrence. “All three of us,” he added warningly, pointing at the two of you before leaving the room.

“That was… Not how it was supposed to go,” you said, still staring at the door your dad had disappeared through.

Stiles wrapped his long arms around your waist and pulled you back into him, kissing your cheek as your head met his shoulder. “Good morning,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. You turned your head and let your lips find his for a moment, before pulling back.

“Good morning,” you returned, smiling.

Despite the rude awakening the two of you had, the morning wasn't all bad. Your dad had picked up coffee and bagels on his way home from work, for both you and Stiles since he knew he was spending the night, which you grabbed from the kitchen before heading out. Stiles drove by his house to get a change of clothes before you made your way to school.

“You ready for this?” he asked, his golden brown eyes glowing in the morning sun as the two of you sat in his car, getting ready to tackle the day.

“I am,” you said, offering him a weak smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. “I have a bad feeling… Like something bad is about to happen,” you confessed as you felt a growing pit in your stomach.

It was probably nothing to worry about though, it was just you feeling anxious because things had been calm for so long and you were finally feeling happy, but you knew that happiness never lasted long in Beacon Hills.

“I know what you mean… I have that same feeling,” Stiles admitted, his hands on the steering wheel as his eyes traveled the school ground.

Now that had you worried. He had like a sixth sense about these things, and you had learned long ago to listen to his gut feeling.

“We’re going to be fine,” he tried to assure you.

“Yeah,” you sighed, before opening the door to get out.

Stiles jumped out of the car and ran around it to meet you on your side, instantly taking your hand and lacing your fingers together. You didn't know why, but you could feel a blush creeping to your cheeks at the contact. Just as the two of you were about to head into school, you heard the sound of Scott’s dirt bike behind you, making you turn around again.

“What's this?” Scott asked, his eyes traveling from your hands to your faces as he put his helmet on the bike, a smile breaking on his handsome features.

Neither of you said anything, you just looked into each others eyes and smiled before looking back at your best friend, Stiles giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Well… It was about time,” Scott confessed before wrapping you both up in a hug. “I'm happy for you guys.”

The rest of the school day was pretty uneventful. You had a couple of classes with Stiles, but you spent most of the day in different classes. The smile on your face was pretty permanent though, so was the butterflies that had taken up residence in your belly. You were happy.

When the final bell of the day rang, you headed straight to Stiles’ car as you had agreed and waited for him there, although it didn't take long before you could see him jogging towards you, a wide smile on his face.

“This day has been absolutely torturous,” he said as he stopped in front of you, leaning in to place a chaste kiss to your lips, the first one since this morning, making your heart skip a beat. “It's getting better though,” he admitted.

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” you joked, reminding him that you still had that talk with your dad to get through.

“It's gonna be fine,” he tried, unconvincingly. “I'm not scared of him… or… maybe a little… okay, a lot actually, but you can't blame me for that, he's a big guy and he owns a gun…” You leaned up and pressed your lips softly to his, effectively stopping his rant.

“I finally found something that worked,” you said as you pulled away from him, giggling at the confused expression on his face. “A way to shut you up,” you said innocently.

“You can shut me up anytime then,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist, leaning into you so that your back hit the car. He pressed his lips to yours again in a soft, tender kiss before he reached around you to get your door opened.

The drive over to your house was quiet, none of you knew what was waiting for you at home, but both of you knowing it probably wasn't anything good.

Your dad was sitting in his recliner in the living room reading a newspaper as the two of you came through the door. He motioned for the two of you to sit down on the couch, which you did with an exaggerated amount of space between you. No one spoke for what felt like hours, but was in reality more like thirty seconds, but then your dad finally cleared his throat, ready to speak.

“I've been wracking my brain all day to try and find out what to say to you kids, and here’s what I've come up with,” he started, folding up the paper and placing it on the coffee table. “It's not like I haven't seen this coming, I've known since you were children that this day would come, although I wish I had found out another way…”

“I'm really sorry da--” you interrupted him, but he held up his hand for you to be quiet, and you didn't dare defy him right now, not that he seemed angry or upset, but you still respected him and chose not to push him right now. This was sensitive for all of you.

“Just let me get this out, please,” he said, taking your nod as a signal to continue. “My first instinct was to lay down the law. No more sleepovers, no more hanging out in your room with the door closed… you know, pretty normal things, but I'm not going to do that. With all the crazy things going on in this town, I actually feel safer knowing that my daughter isn't alone here when I'm working nights, and as for the other thing…” he paused. All of you knew he was talking about sex, so he didn't have to say it out loud, but that didn't make it any less awkward. “Believe it or not, but I actually remember what it was like to be young and in love, so I know that you’re going to do… whatever it is you do regardless of what I say… so to sum it up, Stiles can stay here, or you with him when I'm working nights, as long as Sheriff Stilinski is on board as well.”

The two of you sat there motionless, not believing what had just been said, trying not to let it get too awkward. You thanked your dad before taking Stiles by the hand and leading him towards the staircase.

“Oh, and Stiles,” You dad said as soon as the two of you reached the stairs, making you both turn around. “Remember that I own a gun, and that my daughter's happiness is the most important thing in the world to me,” he said in the most casual tone while he unfolded his newspaper again.

“Of course,” Stiles said. “It's important to me too,” he assured and your dad gave him an appreciative nod.

“That could have gone a lot worse,” you said with a breath of relief as you closed the bedroom door behind you.

“That's true,” he agreed. “Even though he did technically threaten my life, but I saw that one coming,” he said, wrapping one arm around your waist, the other coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I would never hurt you,” he said with a soft voice, his face so close to yours you could feel his warm breath fanning over your face.

“I know,” you said, smiling softly at him, wrapping your own arms around him.

You had known Stiles all of your life, but you had never seen this side of him. Of course you knew he would never hurt you, that was still true even when you were just friends, but this tender and soft side of him, that was all new to you. You didn't complain though, you liked this side of him.

You were just about to close the small gap between you when his phone sounded from his pocket, effectively pulling you apart. He was quick to pull his phone out, reading the text quickly before flipping the phone around for you to read.

Scott: SOS… get here ASAP.

The two of you shared a look before hurrying out of your room and down the stairs, yelling a goodbye to your dad before sprinting outside and jumping into the Jeep. The ride over to Scott’s felt like it took forever. Neither of you spoke. You knew that a text like that was never good news, and all you could do was hope that all of your friends were unharmed.

When Stiles pulled the car up in front of Scott's house, you just sat there for a moment, trying to mentally prepare for what was waiting for you inside the house. Stiles looked at you, worry clouding his handsome features as he reached over and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, giving you the strength you needed to get out of the car.

Scott, Lydia, and Allison was gathered in the kitchen, the somber looks on all of their faces instantly filling you with dread.

“Lydia found a body,” Scott informed, making your body tense up.

Stiles was standing right behind you, placing a hand on your lower back to let you know he was right there. “What are we dealing with? Another werewolf?” he asked. You didn't have to look at him to know that his brain was already working on overdrive.

“Looks like it,” Scott said, nodding his head. “This was a pretty messy kill though, Derek seems to think it might be a new werewolf, someone that hasn't learned control yet,” he explained. “I caught his scent, so I might be able to track him.”

“How can we help?” you asked, wanting to contribute in any way possible.

“Tomorrow is the full moon, so if Derek is right and this is a new wolf, it will most likely be out of control and most definitely be dangerous. I need (YN) and Lydia to head over to Deaton to get some wolfsbane, Stiles and Allison will come with me to Derek's loft so we can come up with a plan.”

A round of agreement went around the room and everyone started getting ready for what they were doing. You and Lydia were the first ones out the door, but halfway towards her car, you hear your name called out behind you. You turned around to see your boyfriend jogging towards you.

“Be careful,” he said as he came to a stop in front of you, his hand grabbing yours, worry evident in his brown eyes.

“I will,” you assured him, but it didn't give him much comfort. “We’ll just get what we need from Deaton and we’ll meet up at Derek's.”

“I don't like splitting up,” he confessed.

“I don't either, but you know as well as I do that when something needs planning, you’re the go to guy,” you said with a little smile.

He leaned in and kissed you, resting his forehead against yours when your lips disconnected. “See you soon,” he whispered before letting go of your hand.

He stood there and watched as you got into Lydia's car, dread growing in the pit of his stomach as he watched you drive away from him.

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