#so he pulls out a lollipop and gives it to Scott

[thegrandharveyspecter]

Scott: Hey, do you want a lollipop? -whips out a lollipop from nowhere- Look at that! ✨Magic.✨

Harvey: So, what, you're a magician now? God, I have weird...people in my life.

Scott: Dang it. I almost got you to say the f-word.

Harvey: The 'f-word', huh?

Scott: You have to admit you treat friend like it's a swear word.

Harvey: That I do. I won't deny that.

[seasons-of-death]

hidden away

pairing: brother's bsf! rafe cameron x reader

genre: smutsmutsmut, minors DNI!!! / oral (m receiving)

synopsis: your brother's best friend convinces you to give him head in a closet

word count: 1.9k

a/n: part three of brother’s best friend but can be read as a standalone!

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Music blared in your headphones as you closed the front door behind you, a heart-shaped lollipop between your lips, still on a high from spending time with your friends, moving your body along to the music that came from your headphones, one of your favorite songs playing as you kicked your shoes off of your feet and made your way to the kitchen.

However, when you arrived at the kitchen doorway, you almost let out a loud yelp, startled by a blonde guy you had never met before standing at the fridge. As he turned to face you, you removed your headphones and put them down on the counter, now hearing faint music coming from the living room. "Who are you?" you asked him, your brows furrowed, and you could basically see the lightbulb above his head light up in realization. "Oh, I'm Topper, one of Scott's friends." The stranger said with a smile. "You're his sister, right? We're hanging out in the living room."

You scoffed, storming off to the living room, hell-bent on giving your older brother a piece of his mind about how even if your parents were away, it didn't mean that he had free range to have his friends over at whatever time he'd please, and if he didn't get his friends out of the house, you'd-

Your train of thought was cut off when you felt yourself bumping into someone's broad chest, a pair of piercing blue eyes looking down at you accompanied by that same grin you could make out from a mile away, causing the annoyance in your chest to die down as you cleared your throat, stepping away from him.

"Rafe." You said his name softly, the self-satisfied grin on his face only widening further as he placed his hands on your waist to help keep you steady, causing you to furrow your brows and look up at him like he was insane. "What on Earth are you doing?"

"What's wrong?" He arched his brow suggestively, his hands slowly moving to your hips as his tongue flicked out of the mouth you had gotten to know quite well as of late. The tall blonde brought his lips close to your ear, causing shivers to run down your spine as he whispered into your ear, "From what I remember, you were asking for much more the last time I saw you."

You were suddenly attacked by memories of his head between your legs, of him pressing kisses down your neck as he fucked into you, making you tremble and-

Forcing yourself to stop thinking about what had happened, you tugged him by his hand to the closest door, forcefully pulling him inside and closing the door before realizing you had just trapped yourself into a small broom closet, Rafe's semi-hard cock now pressing into your abdomen as the blonde sported a shit-eating grin on his face, leaning down slightly to bring his lips closer to yours.

You put your hands on his chin, keeping his lips away from yours as you looked into his eyes sternly, "Rafe, you can't just... put your hands on me when anyone could see us, especially my brother. He'd kill you if he found out what we've been doing behind his back."

"I could easily take him. It's not my fault you look so fuckin' tempting... You wear those shorts just for me, or what?" The boy grinned, bringing his hands down to cup your ass, pulling you closer to his body. "Rafe," you looked up at him, noticing that his pupils were dilated and his eyes slightly pink, "are you high right now?"

"Just a tiny bit." Rafe grinned, taking your chin between his index finger and thumb, "But that doesn't change how much I wanna fuck you right now..." He sighed, one of his hands slipping under the hem of your shirt, the feeling of his cool hands against the bare skin of your back, your breath catching in your throat as your back automatically arched into his touch.

"Rafe..." You sighed, his lips finding their way onto your neck, latching onto the skin as you wrapped your arms around him, wanting nothing more than to give into him, to give in to the arousal you could feel stirring inside of you. "Rafe, we can't..."

"Come on, you know you want to..." He whispered, sucking on your neck slightly, the suddenness and intensity of it causing you to let out a small whimper, "I heard that cute little noise... You clearly want it..."

"It's not about that." You said, forcefully pulling him away from your neck, Rafe grinning at the red mark he had left on the skin on your neck before his gaze finally roved over to your eyes, the blonde cocking his head to the side expectantly, silently implying you to give him the reason to your refusal. You sighed, knowing just how insistent he could be, so muttered your reasoning quietly, causing Rafe to furrow his brows.

"Princess, you know I can't hear you."

You rolled your eyes, looking at him with an irritated expression, "I'm on my period, Rafe."

"So?" Rafe shrugged, making you widen your eyes, "You know, I hear that orgasms help with cramps." He grinned, and you softly smacked his forearm, the blonde feigning offense with a small laugh, "I'm just trying to be of assistance!"

"Well, unfortunately, I'm not really into period sex. Even the idea of that mess..." You shiver dramatically, causing him to chuckle as Rafe rests his head against the wall of the broom closet, looking at you pleadingly. "What?"

"Well, could you at least... suck me off or something?" Rafe asks, pouting at you pleadingly, the fakeness of the gesture causing you to roll your eyes in exasperation. "Princess, it's been two weeks since I last saw you, I need something... I'll make it up to you, I promise..."

"How?"

"By returning the favor to you when you're no longer on your period..." He said in a gruff voice, biting down on his lower lip as he sized you up, clearly enjoying the sight of you in nothing but your frayed denim shorts and tank top, "Until you've come on my tongue so many times that you can't even remember your own name."

When the words left his lips, you could feel your breath hitch in your throat, the memory of his mouth sucking greedily on your clit still vivid in your mind as you stepped closer to him, pressing your chest against his, looking up at him through your lashes. "Promise?"

He placed his hand on your jaw before bringing his lips down to yours, kissing you intensely, his hand going to your hair, running his fingers through it softly before pulling away, his kiss still leaving you just as dizzy as it had the first time he had kissed you. "Promise." He said huskily, bringing your hand to the front of his pants, the blonde letting out a hiss as you palmed his erection through them.

Within seconds, you were on the floor of the broom closet, on your knees in front of Rafe as he looked down at you, his pants at his ankles, the blonde quietly groaning as you palmed him through his boxers. He held onto one of the shelves as he threw his head back, more than eager for you to finally stop teasing him. "Come on..." Rafe breathed out, making you chuckle softly before finally giving in, pulling down his boxers to let his hardened cock spring free.

You spit onto your hand, wrapping it around the base of his long cock and giving him a few strokes, the boy letting out ragged breaths as he opened his eyes to look down at you, mouth open as you were preparing to take him into your mouth, his hands running through your hair as before gathering it all into a makeshift ponytail.

When you licked a stripe up the vein running across the underside of his cock, he couldn't help but shiver and slightly tug on your hair as your lips wrapped around the sensitive head of his cock, your tongue darting to get the drop of precum that had leaked onto his tip into your mouth.

With your cheeks hollowed out, you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, a wave of arousal washing over you as you took half of him into your mouth, bobbing your head at a slow pace as your hand was at the base of his cock, stroking the part of his cock that you hadn't yet managed to get into your mouth.

The fact that you hadn't been able to take all of him into his mouth didn't seem to bother Rafe, though, the blonde's head thrown back in pleasure as you picked up your pace, and when he tugged your hair, you couldn't help the small moan you let out around his cock, causing vibrations to go through all throughout his body, his cock twitching in your mouth as he groaned your name, "Fuck, you're so good..."

When you finally dared to take even more of him into your mouth, his grip on your hair tightened once again and a small whine left his lips, the sound going straight to your core, the sight of the pleasure you were giving him turning you on.

Once you had all of him in your mouth, you gagged around him when the swollen head of his cock hit the back of your throat, causing tears to well up in your eyes. You picked up your pace, Rafe biting down on his lower lip to stop himself from letting out the loud, needy groans that were just begging to get past his lips.

When he let out a shaky breath and tightened the grip he had on your hair, you knew that he was getting close, his already unsteady breaths turning into pants as he opened his eyes, looking down at you with glassy, blue eyes. "Gonna cum in your mouth... Want you to take it all, baby, take all my cum into your pretty mouth..."

You moaned around his cock, causing another wave of vibrations to hit him as he closed his eyes and thrust himself deeper into your mouth, now guiding your head by your hair, the head of his cock now hitting the back of your throat repeatedly until you finally started feeling hot, salty ropes of cum coating your tongue while you helped him ride out his orgasm.

Rafe's eyes fluttered open, looking down at you with a grin as you pulled your lips away from his cock, his grip on your hair loosening as he ran his hand through your hair gently before his index finger and thumb went to your chin, making you look up at him. "Open your mouth."

You felt shivers run down your spine from the commanding tone of his voice, and you did as he told you to, showing him that his release was coating your tongue, the blonde boy letting out a low groan. "Swallow." He said hoarsely, and you closed your mouth, swallowing his cum.

He helped you to your feet, looking down at you with a small grin as he shook his head, pulling his boxers and pants back on. "Do you know how adorable you look when you do what I tell you to?"

Rafe's hand is on your cheek, and you lean into his touch as he brings his lips closer to yours, but just as your lips are about to connect with his, you hear a familiar voice outside of the closet.

"Rafe?" Your brother called out, causing all of the color to drain from your cheeks as you looked up at Rafe with wide eyes.

[stylistic-nightmare]

Title: Moments Chapter: 02 - The Tree Lighting Ceremony Fandom: Teen Wolf Ship: Scott/Malia Rating: T+ Word Count: 3,017 Summary: At the annual tree lighting ceremony, Scott and Malia end up on their own, and things start feeling a little strange for him.

Preview:

“God, I love Christmas,” Malia said, shaking the small bag of candy-coated popcorn she’d picked up at the latest booth. “Look at this. I can’t believe they’re just giving it away. It really is the most wonderful time of the year.” Then she tossed back a handful, red and green sprinkles going everywhere, as he hid his grin behind what was left of his hot chocolate. “Holy crap, this is awesome.”

“Better than those maple syrup lollipop things you tried?”

She let out a little hum, considering the bag for a second, then shrugged. “Not better. Just different. Really good, though.” She extended it to him. “Try some.” He reached for the bag, only for her to jerk it back a few inches. “Some,” she stressed, amusement dancing in her eyes.

With very slow, exaggerated movements, he pulled three out of the bag, and held them in the palm of his hand so she could see them. “Is this okay, or do I need to put one back?”

“Three is fine,” she said through a grin. “Now, if you’d grabbed four…”

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[xconstantblur]

lost in the summer breeze

The courtyard is empty save for two people, one in shorts and a cap and the other tucking her skirt around her legs as she sits, pulling the lollipop from her mouth. There’s a few abandoned basketballs too, and pink chalk written on the concrete that reads: Gabby + Scott, Forever and Ever. There’s no heart, and Liam almost laughs because shouldn’t there be a heart? He pulls the cigarette from between his lips and leans forward, drawing it in himself with ashes. Nora snickers beside him, lips curling up in a way that makes Liam’s nerves spark and dance.

“Aren’t you a romantic,” Nora quips, plucking the cigarette from Liam and bringing it to her mouth. Her lips are ruby red, sticky and shiny from the lollipop. Liam drags his eyes away. He looks at Nora’s knees instead, peeking out from beneath her white skirt.

“Just doing what I can to help young love thrive,” Liam murmurs lightly.

“Does it matter that it was drawn with cigarette ash?” Nora laughs, smoke carrying away on the sound. “Kinda seems like bad luck, doesn’t it?”

It would just figure, Liam thinks ruefully, that he tries to bless a relationship and winds up cursing it instead. “It needed a heart. Everyone knows you’re supposed to draw a heart.” Probably not with nicotine and formaldehyde, but it’s all Liam had on hand. “I always drew a heart.” And in trying to defend himself, he’s gone too far. Liam feels his face burn; if Nora notices, hopefully she’ll just think it’s from the sun.

“Oh, Liam,” Nora says, and it’s a cruel mix of fond and mocking, “you really are a romantic.” She puts out the cigarette right on the + in the middle of the heart. “It’s cute.”

Her tone says: It’s not cute at all. It’s sad.

“It was years ago,” Liam says. Not true. One year, if he’s being generous. And then he’d realized how Nora would take it if she ever saw them, so he’d stopped. Now he doodles birds and bicycles in the margins of his notebooks, and hands that reach out for unseen things. “I just did it when I was being silly and stupid over a crush. I grew out of it. I haven’t even had a crush in a long time.” That’s true. It stopped being just a crush a long time ago.

Nora hums with amusement. “Well, a crush is called a crush for a reason. But you’re not the type to grow out of it. You’re the type to want to stargaze and eat breakfast in bed and kiss under mistletoe. The dreamer type.” Nora glances at Liam with a crooked grin. “Such a dreamer. Sometimes I think you’d jump off a building believing you were gonna fly.”

I would if I could believe for one second that you’d catch me, Liam thinks. He says, “Well at least I don’t draw hearts anymore,” and matches Nora’s grin.

There’s a chopping sound above. Wings. The blades of a passing helicopter. It almost makes Liam wince as he frowns up at the sky. It makes him think of Nora flying away. She could. She will. Someday. Any second.

“It’s just chalk,” Nora says, and Liam looks back down at the pink inside the ashes. “Pretty, but it’ll be washed away.” She bumps Liam’s shoulder with her own, smiling. “You don’t have to worry. You can’t cause any lasting damage to something that wasn’t going to last anyway.”

But Liam is selfish and wishes he could. He thinks he might be willing to do anything, if it means Nora will remember him after she takes to the sky and doesn’t look back.

“But it does look better with a heart,” Nora says. “You made it look complete.”

If Liam opened up his chest and said, I made this for you, would it mean anything at all, or would Nora just look away?

“Let’s hope it doesn’t give them cancer,” Liam says, dry as the concrete they’re sitting on, and Nora leans back on her hands howling her laughter at the sun.

Nora’s heart is a highway, and Liam is just a child playing in traffic.

[elisaphoenix13]

Delusional (Ch.1)

Okay, so this is something that won't be for everyone. It's a trope that me and my friends got into while RPing so this was born. I think this will be one of those fics that I'll only continue if there's enough interest. Let me know what you think!

Tony had been pissed when his parents told him that his mother was pregnant. He had no idea what possessed them to think having another kid was a good idea when they could barely pay attention to the one they already had, and he even said that. It ended up turning into an argument between him and Howard and Tony gave them both the cold shoulder for the entirety of Maria's pregnancy. Whether it was because of her age or possibly because of Tony's ongoing silent treatment stressing her out, his mother went into labor a month early. Tony couldn't even bring himself to visit his parents or the new baby at the hospital, but they eventually came home with his new baby brother that he almost considered ignoring completely.

But then he realized that would make him exactly like Howard.

So when his parents went gallivanting off to some party one day, leaving their preemie baby in the hands of the maid, Tony finally decided to properly meet his brother. A seventeen year age difference wasn't unheard of, but it still felt weird to walk into the nursery with the knowledge that the baby inside was a sibling. He decided he would make sure the baby was still alive and then go back to his bedroom to study for his physics final, but when he approached the crib the baby was sleeping in...he softened.

His baby brother slept peacefully on his back with his arms stretched out on both sides of his head and every so often snuffled in his sleep. He wasn't covered with a blanket and he vaguely recalled hearing that he shouldn't be at his age, but he was at least dressed warmly in tiny blue footie pajamas. He had wisps of dark hair that looked like they would be soft to the touch and Tony was tempted to reach out and see but he refrained. He didn't want to disturb the baby.

Tony had been so focused on ignoring Howard that he had to wrack his brain for his brother's name, which he knew his mother had told him. He was pretty sure he had been studying at the time and was only half listening, but it eventually came to him.

Scott.

Scott Harris Stark.

It was barely seconds later that the baby started to fuss and Tony looked around a little lost before finally giving in and leaning down to scoop him up. Tony was a goner after that. Scott's hair was just as soft as it looked and Tony was worried he could break his brother if he so much as sneezed. It didn't stop him from taking over most of the responsibilities of caring for Scott from that moment on though. Tony did his research, watched his mother, and even asked the maid for advice, but soon he was changing diapers. He fed Scott, stayed up for hours on end when he was colicky or sick, dressed him, played with him…

Tony was determined to make sure Scott had the love and attention he was deprived of. At least Maria tried with both of them.

But when Scott was just under a year old, tragedy struck. Both their parents died in a car accident on the way to a party, leaving Tony alone with his infant brother. Fortunately he was freshly eighteen so he could have legal guardianship over Scott and Tony had Rhodey and Obadiah for support and help with the company he now had control over. Scott always came first though. Tony made sure he had a decent childhood despite the fact that he easily got sick, and the adorable smiles he got in return were well worth it as Scott grew up.

So was the boy's first word. Dad. Tony never corrected him since he did raise Scott, and his brother never knew their parents. So as far as Scott knew, Tony was his father and Tony made sure to hide away the truth. As far as he was concerned, the lie wasn't hurting Scott and it was partly true in a sense.

He didn't expect it to be easy and it wasn't. Because Scott was born premature, he had special needs in the form of allergies (both food and environmental), asthma, and he even got sick constantly. Most days found Scott in Tony's room because the boy whined whenever Tony tried to put him in his own room, and he was terrified Scott would stop breathing in the middle of the night. Scott slept in Tony's bed until well into his grade school years when he finally started to grow out of his need to be near his father. Tony was still nervous and checked on Scott before he went to bed and at least once in the middle of the night when he woke up.

When Tony first found out Scott was allergic to peanuts, he was a wreck. He threatened the doctors to help his kid when he heard Scott wheezing for breath, and when the boy was finally recovering, he demanded they do whatever they had to do to check for any allergies he might have had. Tony didn't think he could handle seeing Scott as sick as he was again. The wheezing, the hives, the overall misery his little boy had been in…

It turned out Scott was severely allergic to all types of nuts. Peanuts, cashews, almonds, walnuts...if it was a nut, Scott couldn't have it. That was easy enough to plan meals around but then there was also shellfish, sesame, parsley, and pineapple. Whenever they went out to eat, Tony scrutinized every ingredient on the menu if it was available, and if it wasn't, he demanded to talk to the chefs. Fortunately once he learned what food Scott could have, it became second nature.

Tony always made sure to carry an inhaler and epipen with him, had extras held for Scott at school, and more in the boy's backpack. He taught Scott as early as possible what he couldn't eat because it would make him very sick and for the most part, things went well enough. There was only one incident at school when Scott unknowingly ate something he wasn't supposed to, but he was quickly treated with one of his pens and sent to the hospital. Scott was quick to bounce back from that since the school staff had been prepared, so the only constant issue was his asthma.

Scott never let it slow him down and Tony swore he was going to either go gray at 25 or suffer heart failure. The little boy was constantly climbing everything, and Tony once had to pull him off the bookcase that he managed to climb up to the fifth shelf. The fifth shelf. Rhodey had his fair share of retrieving Scott from high places whenever he visited too.

Before Tony knew it, Scott had grown into a young man with a talent for hacking and engineering and had a penchant for tacos, oranges, and lollipops. He helped Tony with a lot of his projects but absolutely refused to help with anything related to weapons. Scott never liked violence and always hated that Stark Industries was solely based on weapons making. Tony never faulted him for it.

"Scott, have you seen my--?" Tony stops mid sentence when he looks over at the young man and finds him at his computers with his feet kicked up on a small part of the desk, dozing with a lollipop in his mouth. "Oh, that's safe."

He walks over and takes the lollipop out of Scott's mouth and he jolts awake. "Hey! I was eating that!" Scott complains.

"Yeah, you were very proactive about it. I didn't raise you for 21 years so you could choke and die because you fell asleep with candy in your mouth." Tony rolls his eyes and sticks the candy back in Scott's mouth before he could protest. "Now have you seen that little screwdriver you like to steal?"

"You had it last, and I've been busy updating Jarvis's code." Scott answers.

"I saw that. I guess you're so good you can do it in your sleep."

"It was uploading!" Scott drops his feet to the ground with an annoyed huff. "And I told you I wouldn't help you with your stupid weapons. That includes finding misplaced tools."

"Fine, fine."

Tony tries fixing the cow lick in Scott's hair and rolls his eyes when it only floofs back into place. He learned very early on that his kid's hair was untameable but that didn't stop Tony from trying. Hair gel, pomade, hair spray...none of it could contain and style Scott's hair. The cow lick worked for him though so Tony wasn't too obsessed with trying to find something to keep it in place.

"Well while you wait for your new code to upload, why don't you make me a sandwich?" Tony says. "I gotta get the Jericho prototype finished tonight."

Scott frowns. "Why do they want you to fly all the way out to Afghanistan? What's wrong with how you usually sell this stuff?"

"It's just for a couple of days volpino. Now where's my tuna sandwich?" Tony asks.

"Probably in the fridge. It's deconstructed." Scott says as he leaves the lab.

"Oh, haha. Funny. I like mine constructed so get on it. Chop chop."

Tony smirks when he hears Scott mumble something under his breath along the lines "slave driver", but with no heat. Things had gotten easier as Scott got older but he never really grew out of his physical problems. He still had his food and environmental allergies, his asthma, and even his tendency to get sick, but that had mostly been remedied when Tony moved them to Malibu. The warm weather helped with that and Scott didn't get sick nearly as often as he did in New York, and that had been a huge relief for the both of them. Tony only wished he had thought of it sooner.

When Scott comes back with the sandwich and sets it nearby for Tony, the man looks up at him and rolls his eyes when he finds the younger man drinking out of a juice box. "You know you can have beer now right?"

"Juice is better." Scott says. "When are you leaving tomorrow?"

"You'll probably still be asleep. Even if I leave late." Tony grabs the sandwich and takes a bite. "So try not to blow up the lab while I'm gone." He adds around his mouthful.

"That's no fun." Scott says sarcastically. "Pepper called by the way. She said she has some paperwork for you to look at before you leave."

Tony groans. "Tell her I'm not home."

"It'll be true in a few hours anyway."

"Don't underestimate Pepper. She'll be waiting on the tarmac for me to look at those papers if she has to." Tony grumbles and then looks up at Scott with a suspicious smile that makes his son narrow his eyes at him. "You're 21. Maybe it's time to start giving you some responsibility with the company."

"I do. It's called making sure my dad doesn't blow himself up because he writes codes when he's half asleep. How are we still alive?"

"Rhodey and Happy." Tony replies dryly before whapping Scott upside the head. "Don't sass me."

Scott rubs the back of his head as he walks back over to his personal workstation to check on the progress of the code. When he had shown an interest in engineering and computers, Tony had immediately set up Scott's own work area with age appropriate equipment that he either replaced or updated as Scott got older. He was good at it too. Tony couldn't count the number of times he got calls from the FBI asking him to get Scott to stop leaving them viruses with laughing cat videos or something. They were always harmless and easily fixed, so Tony's response was to tell them to update their security so Scott couldn't get in.

Apparently they had yet to find a way to keep Scott out and Tony wasn't about to take away one of his son's very few joys in life. As long as it all stayed harmless, Tony would look the other way. He knew Scott was very capable of hacking into pretty much anything, and he was glad his kid was a pacifist. Because Scott was definitely very capable of getting his hands on nuke codes.

Tony actually wouldn't be surprised if Scott had already gone in and changed them.

Some whirring pulls Tony out of his thoughts and he looks over at the kitchenette to find DUM-E making smoothies again. A quick glance told him that there was at least peanut butter and almond milk in it so it wasn't safe for baby boy consumption.

"Hey! Are you trying to kill your little brother with that?" Tony asks and DUM-E beeps sadly when the blender goes off. "You know he can't have nuts!"

"There goes my social life." Scott says and Tony makes a face.

"I don't want to hear about that."

"Says the man whose one night stands I had to chase away."

Tony laughs. "To be fair, it was funny to see them get creeped out when you just stood in the kitchen and stared at them while drinking your juice box."

"...yeah. That was pretty fun." Scott admits.

"Sir, Miss Potts is on her way down." JARVIS says and Tony groans.

"Ugh the dreaded secretary with her paperwork."

There's a few beeps before the lab door hisses open and then the sound of heels clicking across the linoleum.

"Tony-"

"I know," he sighs. "Paperwork. Give it to Scott."

Pepper places the small stack next to his arm. "He's too busy making sure you don't blow yourself up."

"You know I had to teach him how to do that right?"

"And now he's better than you." Pepper says and Scott cackles.

"Ouch. My pride." Tony clutches at his chest in mock hurt.

"Please just look at this and sign. It won't even take you ten minutes." Pepper sighs.

"I trust you."

"Nice try."

[avengingnomad]

Day 21- Adult Halloween Buckets

“Hey Steve, have you started filling those bowls yet? The crew will be here in a little bit.” Natasha finished cleaning the kitchen, readjusting some of the decorations hung around the house. It was their turn to host the Halloween movie marathon. Most of the Avengers were coming, including their kids. Scott, Hope, and Scott’s daughter Cassie, Thor’s daughter Torunn, Morgan Stark and Francis Barton were bound to show up as well.

Steve called from the foyer, “Just about done, now.” He dumped a large bag of candy into an orange bowl and pushed it back away from the edge. As he walked away, he snagged a lollipop from the pile, ripped off the wrapper, and popped the candy into his mouth. Natasha appeared in front of him and walked over to the candy and picked out a Tootsie Roll for herself. “These kids are so lucky.”

“Because they get candy?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah. They get to look forward to a sugar high.”

“You know, no one’s stopping you from giving yourself a sugar high, too. You’re an adult.” She held up a Reese’s peanut butter cup in front of his face, offering it to him.

“I do enjoy a good piece of candy,” Steve took a bite and continued, “But i was thinking something a little stronger.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “Well that gives me an idea. Who says the kids are the only ones allowed to indulge tonight?”

“I like the sound of that.”

Their plan was set. Steve went to the store for supplies, and Natasha stayed to finish some of the setup.

Steve came back fifteen minutes later, arms filled with bags. He placed them on the counter, and then dashed out the door. When he came back, his arms were full again, but this time he was carrying six plastic neon jack o lantern buckets. Two bright green, two yellow, and two electric blue. He lined them up on the counter and began placing items in each of them. A bottle of vodka, white chocolate covered pretzels decorated like mummies, and gummy worms soaked in vodka. Steve also bought the stuff to make Butterbeer.

Once all of the buckets were assembled, Steve stood back and admired his work. He nodded approvingly. Natasha strolled in the kitchen. She strutted around like a model. “You like my Halloween pajamas?” She stood with her arms out and she turned in a full circle. She was wearing the black skeleton pajamas she, Steve, and James got a few weeks prior.

Steve smiled at her. “Very nice, Nat.” I guess I should go get dressed, too.” He passed by her and kissed her cheek. “I’ll get James ready, too.” And he did. The pair returned shortly, and joined Natasha on the couch, who was setting up the movie. “ Everyone should be getting here soo-“ Before he could finish his thought, the doorbell rang.

Without waiting to be let in, Tony, Pepper, and Morgan came in carrying a bag. “Uncle America, Auntie Nat, we brought the popcorn!” Morgan called out.

“We also brought a pie.” Pepper chimed in.

Thor, Scott, and Clint arrived shortly afterwards. Before they knew it, the house was full of chatter and laughter. Kids were running around, showing off their pajamas, grabbing snacks, and claiming their spots on the couch. Several popcorn bowls were placed on the table, and kids and parents alike were munching on the crunchy snack.

“Steve, you wanna grab the buckets?” Natasha called over her shoulder, as she and Pepper chatted.

“Yes, ma’am.” Steve slipped the baskets through his arms and gave one to each of the adults.

“This is my kind of treat. Thanks guys.” Tony pulled out the gummy worms.

“Careful man, they pack a punch.” Steve sat next to Natasha.

“Oh I’m fully aware, Cap. I could smell ‘em when we walked in.” Tony popped one in his mouth and chewed. “Mmm that’s damn good.”

Morgan piped up. “Can I have one, dad?”

“Sorry, honey. These are special gummy worms.”

Natasha went to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of non-boozey worms for Morgan. “Here sweetheart, you can these.” She threw a bag to the rest of the kids as well.

Steve turned off the lights and grabbed the remote. “Alright, alright ladies and gents. Let’s get this party started.”

[akkeyagentofhelheim]

Chatroom

30: bro I found someone!

27: ooohhh who is it?

18: lololol finally!

30: His name's Scott, he's part of a competitive dance team at Yrus.

18: fuck yes that's a good one

17: When are you gonna start?

30: Tomorrow probably, he has a rehearsal. I can watch then.

[26 is online]

18: eyyy look who it is. did u get them?

26: nope... actually there's a bit of the problem. Is Naga on?

15: ooooh shit

17: yikes, you need to talk to Naga?

18: @NAGA

26: Yeah, there were some... complications.

15: Oof

[NAGA is online]

26: Hey, Naga. So you know how tonight was supposed to be Deo and Iona's pick up?

26: Everyone kinda... died. So they escaped.

17: yikes

26: Yeah, that car jacker... the Bloedrest girl showed up? Plus that fucking agent again.

18: Oh my goddd the one who killed 8

22: Dude you killed 8

18: Yeah bec he was gonna rat us out! He was giving her the kill list so i had to turn on the switch

17: she was gonna shoot him anyway

22: Jesus christ

15: We gotta get those hel agents off our tail

17: Yeah can we like kill them now or something

30: Yo 26 do you know where they went?

26: I heard they're going to a safehouse, but I didn't catch the address. They took 11 and 9 too, but i think they're in a different place

18: Okay so we just get 2 to figure out the kids' location then rain it down on them

17: Yesss

15: Fuck yeah let's go i want in

26: Naga? What do I do? Should i talk to 2?

She smacked her lips, twirling the lollipop between her fingers. Naga leaned back in her gaming chair, her toes curled under bare legs while she adjust the cat headphones around her ears, the background music of the game she had paused still playing. What to do indeed... she thought to herself as she read the chat room logs speed by. She smacked her lips again, then sat up in her chair, cross legged, quickly typing away on her keyboard.

NAGA: Yeah, go ahead and get 2 to locate them. And 9 and 11. But don't do anything yet, just be on standby. Otherwise I'll kill all of you ;3

The chat room started pinging in a chorus of 'yeses' and 'yes ma'ams', and she immediately logged out. Disgusting. She swiveled around and hopped off, pulling on a pair of pants, her blond twintails bouncing in the computer light as she did so. She grabbed another lollipop and her car keys, then headed out the door.

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Coming home, Little light

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“Good morning angel. It’s time to wake up now” Bucky spoke softly as he kissing her forehead trying to wake her up gently. Steve in the other hand was not so gentle instead of kisses he gave her bright lights.

“Rise and shine Honeybunny. We’ve got work to do” Steve said as he owned the curtains to the bright lights of the day. (Y/n) moaned and pulled the covers her head shielding her eyes from the light.

“too bright” she whimpered.

Bucky got up from the edge of her bed walked over to close the curtains and returned back to his baby girl’s side. He did all this while glaring at Steve. Steve just shrugged his shoulders and went to her closet to get a selection of outfits for her to pick from for the day. (y/n) sat up in her bed pouting once the curtains were closed she was very upset and her poking out lip and watery eyes made that very clear.

“What’s wrong little light?” Bucky asked poking her lip 

“you’re leaving today and taking everyone with you but me” she said clearly hurt. 

“not everyone”

“yes, you are. You’re taking Uncle Bruce, Tony, Vision, Thor, Rhodey, and Sam, Aunt Nat and Wanda on a mission. Uncle T’challa and Aunt Shuri are in their country. Uncle Scott is with his daughter. And Aunt Pepper is on a business trip. I’m going to be all alone.” tears were now rolling down her cheek as she cried 

“no, no baby”

“please take me with you”

“I can’t do that Baby”

“hey” Steve said dropping her clothes at the foot of her bed and kneeling at the side of her bed he takes her hand and gives her knuckles a kiss “ Peter is going to be here he is going to watch you. And you know what we’ll be watching you through Friday. We’ll still be around just not physically” 

“and it’s only for a day Angel. We’ll be back and making you breakfast tomorrow morning” 

“worse case you get brunch and Uncle Clint gets a new ouch” 

“At this point I think he’s collecting them” Bucky jokes “ his body is his scrapbook.” 

(Y/n) doesn’t laugh as her parents do instead she wipes her eyes and lets them laugh. “ You’ll come back?”

“before you know it love” Steve kisses her forehead “ Now come on, lets stop pouting and pick out todays outfit” 

-

At breakfast (y/n) did not speak instead giving everyone the silent treatment course that didn’t stop people from having one side conversations with her and talking around her. Honestly they thought her deep glare was adorable and her addition pout just melted their heart. Everyone knew why she was upset the always happened when they went out for mission, she was very much attached to everyone in some way, but this time it was a bit worse because all of them were going and no one was going to stay back to take care of her and reassure her. Peter was going to be there but he was basically a kid too so he wasn’t really reassuring. If it wasn’t for the pretty heart shape pancakes and yummy bacon and eggs she wouldn’t have sat at that table. Food was always a good bribe for the growing girl. 

“we’ll have fun I promise” Peter whispered to her as he stood next to her. They were waiting for the other to set off. He knew she wasn’t to thrilled to be left alone with him but he was going to make the most of their day together.

“Hey little light” Bucky said waving (y/n) over she shuffled over grumpy “ Do you know why I’m leaving?”

“to fight Hydra” she mumbled under her breath

“do you know why I’m fighting Hydra?”

“because they’re bad”

“True, but the main reason is so they don’t get back to you. I’m doing this to protect you and make sure that they never have do what they did to me and you ever again to anyone else. I’ m never going to leave you. I’ll always come back” he kissed her forehead and pulling her into a tight hug. He basically tried to suffocate her with love he only let go when she start to wheeze uncomfortably.

“you’ll come back?”

“I always come back little light” He pinched her cheeks and gave her his biggest and brightest smile as promised. 

(y/n) stood by Peter as she watched everyone board the jet and take off to some unknown location to fight Hydra once again. Once they were far off no longer being seen or heard. They continued to stand there for a couple of mi-nutes Peter waiting on (y/n) and (y/n) just sitting in the moment.

“okay” (y/n) finally says “ what are we doing today?”.

-

They had rushed home faster than they should have in all honesty. Everyone was worried about (y/n) and wanted to return home soon as possible. Arriving home around 4am they asked Friday where (y/n) was and rushed to the common room.  Everyone began to ask questions and where she was Peter shushed them all and pointed to his lap where (y/n) was curled up in her Captain America Pajamas holding her Winter Soldier stuff toy sleeping soundly. 

“She’s sleeping” he said as Bucky and Steve kneeled before him softly stroking their daughter’s cheek. The others looked around the room at all the toys and clothes that littered the floor.

“was she good?” Steve asked 

“She was an angel.”

“a messy angel” Tony said picking up some of the toys before giving up and leaving it to someone else.

“looks like she had fun” Sam asked flopping down on the couch next to them

“yeah, we had fun. We played games, played dressed up, read books, watched movies, danced, sang, we... we did everything” Peter said as he gently poked her cheeks.

“Thank you, Peter” Bucky said ruffling the boys hair as Steve took (y/n) “ I should ask you to babysit more often”

“I wouldn’t mind”.

-

Steve stood in front (y/n)’s bedroom door holding her in his arms he didn’t want to put her down not yet at least. This mission was rough and he had a few scares all making his more eager to get home to his baby girl not that he had her he didn’t want to let her go. Not now or ever. Bucky came around and saw Steve standing in front of her door he didn’t question him instead took his hand and let him to their bedroom. Steve laid her down in their bed waking her for a moment.

“dad?” her voice croaked as she was still half asleep.

“sleep, Honeybunny” Steve said 

“daddy?”

“we’re home, baby, sleep now” She made grabby hands and whining. The laughed for a moment before crawling into bed and cuddling sandwiching her between this. Giving a kissing and ignoring the whining child between them.

“I love you” 

“and I love you”

“ew”

“go to sleep (y/n)”

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Sexual Tension

So.... I did another thing right?

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•Marcel's POV•

At first it was small. Just little shared glances and small sweet smiles exchanged. We never got too close. We both knew what would happen if we could feel the other's presence. So sometimes there would be the occasional teasing. He would be on his phone and I'd come behind him and look over his shoulder. Inching my lips to his neck where I can just see his head adjust to allow me more access if I were to advance. But despite my every sense to do so, I declined. I would just stick to breathing on his neck getting shivers and sometimes whimpers. Or if for whatever reason he was in front of me he'd lean on my chest and rub himself against me to where I had grip my pants so I didn't grip his hips. And right before I would grab him he'd move away from me. God where those the days I'd live for. We would both make jokes with everyone else around and act like we didn't mean a word. But when I joked and said "I'm going to fuck you so hard Scotty." With a smirk plastered on my face invisible to everyone. The group would laugh, and continue to joke but I can point out Scotty's rather nervous laughter. He knew I meant it and some part of me believed he anticipated it. But that was all we could give. We were seeing other people, really good people. But he could never make me feel the way I do around Scotty. At the end of our group's get together, everyone left. All who remained were just me and Scotty. In the house. Alone. God it was eating at us alive. We both sat on the opposite ends of the couch and watched tv. I heard slight slurping noise coming from the man beside me and curiosity got the best of me. I looked over to see Scotty sensually licking and sucking on his lollipop. His eyes were glued to the tv screen, however, I do believe he knew I was watching him. That's what I at least thought as I gaze upon him and he sucks it a little bit more sexual and licks the lollipop a lot more whorishly. Once I returned my gaze to the tv. I struggled to keep my attention in whatever show he put on. Images of all the things his tongue could do replayed scenarios in my mind and I shut my eyes and growl in arousal. I bite my lip hard to try to get all the images out of my mind. I took a quick glance at Scotty to see him licking the lollipop then putting it in his mouth to hold it in his cheek to check his phone. When he's done he pulls it out with a 'pop' and he's right back to sucking it. At this point my blood is boiling and I break the silence.

"Can you fucking not Scott?" I hiss lowly as I try to keep my attention on the show rather then Scotty's sexual actions. I look towards him when I say this and he turns his attention from the show to me and raises his eyebrow. "Stop doing what?" He asks acting like he has no idea what he's doing as a sly smile creeps onto his lips. "You know exactly what you're doing." I tell him and his smile widens as he sticks his tongue out and licks the lollipop while looking at me dead in my eyes. That action was enough to get my blood boiling all over again. "Did you mean that~?" He asks as he tilts his head slightly and batts his eyelashes at me. And I growl. He then crawls towards me on the couch and leans over me with our faces only inches apart. "Don't be so mean to me Marcy~" he coos at me and smiles brightly. He knows being to close to me is a bad idea. We try to keep our distance because the amount of sexual tension that can form between us is suffocating. "Don't fuck with me Scotty. You know where that will get us." I hiss at him and try to push him off of me. The small tent in my pants that formed is luckily being covered by a blanket. If Scotty were to have seen how aroused I was by just him sucking a lollipop where we would go we could never return from. "That's the thing though..." he begins and I'm snapped out of my thoughts. "I want to see where it takes us. And I think you do too..." he says and leans closer to me and I realize I'm leaning in towards him as well. Soon his lips capture mine and we move in sync. He moves his body closer to mine so he winds up straddling me. My arms go from his thighs to his hips. And he drops his lollipop on the floor and cups my cheeks. I begin to pull his body closer to mine until I realize how bad this really is. Me and Scotty have already came out to the guys that we were gay, but not gay for each other. We both have boyfriends and they're amazing people although sometimes I really want to punch his boyfriend whenever I see him hold Scotty close to him. He's a real solid guy and cares for Scotty. And the guy I'm seeing is amazingly sweet and makes pancakes for me in the morning. I'm... just no good for Scotty. I quickly push him away and look away from him. "Marcy?" He asks but I just keep my head away from him, refusing to look at him and biting my lip at the nickname. "Marcel....?" He asks again this time a lot more sadness in his voice. "We can't do this Scott." I begin. "We can't be together..." i say and I await for his response which is exactly as I predicted. "Why not?" He questions a little bit pissed off. "Because... we aren't good for each other. We are friends and if something were to happen it would ruin our friendship and possibly the friendship with our other friends as well." I say honestly. He's still sitting on my lap but he's quiet he hasn't moved for a while but I refuse to look at his face, I'm afraid if I do I wouldn't be able to hold back. But then he starts shaking a little I look at his hands to see that they're gripping the blanket rather hard. "At least..." he says in a shaky voice. "At least have the balls to look me in the eyes and say it to my face." He says in a wavering voice. I bite my lip, "We can't be together, Scotty." I say while I look up into his eyes and what I see shocks me. His lips are quivering and there are tears running down his cheeks and his ocean blue eyes are watery with tears. He slightly shakes his head and looks down sniffling. I go to reach out towards him but he smacks my hand away and climbed off me. "Fine." Is all he responds with as he looks at the ground and turns to grab his coat and his shoes along with his phone. "Scotty! Scotty wait!" I call out to him as I jump to my feet but before I could do anything. He's already at the door and I can see him wipe his tears away even with his back facing me. "Goodbye Basically." And then he slams the door when he exits the house.

I stay staring at the door and I slowly sit down. My fists are balled up and my nails are digging into my palms. My jaw clenches and I my brows furrow with anger. "GOD DANMIT!" I yell as I grab I glass cup that was on the coffee table and I throw it at the wall shattering it. I then put my face in my hands and when I look up at nothing in particular I grip my hair in my hands. "God fucking danmit.." I repeat.

+++Time Skip++++

It's been two weeks since what happened with me and Scotty went down. He's ignored all my texts and never answered any of my calls. He even changed his answering machine to just "stop calling me." I bite my lip as I hung up the call. It's the fifth time I've called Scotty in the span on three days. I lay down on my bed and slam a pillow into my face and let out a frustrated scream. Scotty hasn't posted in a while and I'm very worried. I've tried texting the guys if they knew what was up but none of them knew either. Mini told me that every time he tried to record with him he would deny but something seemed off in his voice and that his joyfulness seemed forced but that every time he went to ask what was wrong Scotty would either change the subject or hang up all together. Everyone seemed to think that he was becoming depressed, but they thought that rather trying to push and make it worse they thought it would be best to have his space for the time being. And now I was getting scared. What if he tried to hurt himself because I rejected him? I didn't even want to reject him! I just did what I thought was best for him. I then got a call and I threw the pillow and grabbed my phone but the corners of my mouth fell into a frown when I realized it was only Evan. I picked up nonetheless. "Hey Ev what's s up?" I ask him. "Nothing dude, have you heard from Scotty?" He questions me. "No, why would I if he hadn't answered you guys?" I respond to him while rolling my eyes and getting slightly annoyed. "Danm.... we thought he would've contacted you by now." He says, "Why would he contact me out of any of you?" I ask shifting on my bed to be a little more comfortable. "Well you guys are like the closest to each other out of everyone." He says almost like it was common sense.

I stop and I take a breath. He was right. It was me and Scotty. We were like a dynamic duo on most games we played. It was like Mini and Tyler or Delirious and Evan. "Why don't you call his boyfriend and ask him if he knows what's up with Scotty?" I ask Evan as my eyebrow twitches in annoyance. "Dude didn't you hear?" He questions as if I asked the most retarded question. "Hear what?" I ask hesitantly.. "Scotty broke up with him." He says and with that I quickly tell Evan bye and I'm racing out the door I needed to get to Scotty's place as soon as possible. If I wasn't worried about him hurting himself before I sure as hell was now. I'm driving as fast as I could until I reach his place and I fondle with the keys till I found his. He gave it to me before all the feelings started to develop between us. When there was nothing wrong between us. I enter the house and close the door behind me. I then hear some footsteps coming from upstairs. And when I look at the top of the stairs I see Scotty but he's rubbing his eyes so he hasn't noticed it was me yet. "Jesus Christ Craig I told you I'm fucking fine." He says with the most forced laugh I've ever heard and it made my heart clench. When he looks to the person at his door he freezes and his eyes widen. "Scotty..." I say and I look at him. He's wearing a large sweater that covers his hands and shorts that go up to his knees. His hair is a mess and his eyes are puffy, and there are bags underneath his pale blue eyes. "Scotty please.... we need to talk." I tell him as I walk up the stairs cautiously, when I'm half way to him he snaps out and his eyes tear up and he races to another room. I chase after him and call out his name. He runs to the bathroom and locks the door behind him. "SCOTTY OPEN THE DOOR NOW!" I yell at him and pound my fist on the door. He's quiet, too fucking quiet. "SCOTTY I SWEAR TO GOD YOU BETTER NOT BE DOING ANYTHING STUPID!" I yell. God please don't let him be doing anything stupid. I don't think I could live with myself. I hear him chuckle darkly and it makes me gulp. "Fucking relax. I couldn't bring myself to do it." He says and mumbles the last part. And it makes my blood boil. "YOU TRIED TO CUT YOURSELF?! SCOTT LET ME IN!" I yell and bang on the door again. "LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE BASICALLY!" He yells back and now I'm aggravated. "IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR IM GOING TO BREAK IT DOWN!"

He stays quiet and I hear quiet sniffling coming from inside and some small movements which only allows my imagination to think the worst. "Scotty..." I plead. "Let me in..." I rest my forehead on the door but it remains quiet and I can feel my eyes becoming watery. I quickly wipe them and clear my throat. "The count of three Scotty. You have till the count of three and if that door isn't opened I'm going to kick it down." I wait for his response but he doesn't give one. "One... two..... three." I say I kick the door right open and I hear Scotty squeak. I see him on the other side of his pretty spacious bathroom. "Scotty please..." I ask stepping closer to him. "Get away from me." He hisses and moves father back. He now has tears rolling down his cheeks and it's breaking my heart. His lips are quivering and his fists are balled up. Despite all his protests I continue making my [(A/N): WAY DOWNTOWN WALKING FAST FACES PAST AND IM HOME BOUND DUN NA NA NA NA NA NA NA I'll stop.] towards Scotty until he's backed against the wall and I'm right in front of him. He's looking at the ground with his head faced away from me. I grab his chin lightly and I make him face me and all I see his more tears rolling down his cheeks. I look into his sad eyes and I can see nothing but someone who is broken hearted. I find myself leaning in closer and closer until I'm kissing him. He stiffens at my actions but then whimpers and shakes slightly. My hands move to his cheeks where I cup them lovingly and wipe his tears away. His hands move to hold my wrists and holds them while our kiss holds. But then his hands go to my chest and he pushes me away. "S-stop I-it.." he pleads quietly. My eyes are dark with lust and I can't hear his pleads over the sound of my own heart beating. I go back to kissing him, his jaw, his neck and then back to his now slightly swollen lips. "Pleas- ...... sto- ...... it-" he tried to makes words form but I'm just blocking out his words with kisses on his lips. "I can't stop..." I tell him quickly and go back to kissing him.

It's not till he started shaking harder and whimpering louder that I actually stop and take in his state. He's pressed up against the wall with his back slightly arched off the wall and he's crying. His lip is quivering and his eyes are red and puffy. I then use my thumbs to wipe his tears away and he looks up at me with eyes that resemble a puppy that had been kicked. "H-how could you do this to me? H-how could you be so mean..." he starts to sob. "Marcel why would you do this to me when you know how I feel about you..." he closes his tired eyes and starts to sink down the wall but only a small bit. Everything was blocked out except my name.... that's all I heard.... all I needed to hear. "Say my name again..." I say and look at him with hungry eyes. He looks at me and for a second he stops crying. "Marcel...." he repeats and that was it for me. I smash my lips against his and I grab his thighs and lift him up still pressed against the wall. He then wraps his arms around my neck and kissed back. He then wraps his legs around my waist and I smile in the kiss. I then carry him to his room and gently place him on the bed. I then take my shirt off but Scotty still has his legs wrapped around my waist. I move away from him and he whimpers. But I only take off my pants and his whimpers cease. Instead he looks at me with lust filled eyes. "Strip." I demand and he bites his lip. He sits up and unzips his sweater. Revealing to me that he wore nothing underneath it. And it makes me want to rip the rest of his clothes off but I wait patiently. He climbed off the bed and shimmys his shorts off until he's just in his boxers. I grab him by his wrist and lead him back into my arms. Where I lay back on the bed with him on me and I begin kissing him. This time the kiss is a lot more passionate as I slide my hands up and down his body. I roll over so he's underneath me and I begin to trail butterfly kisses down his chest. Leaving hickeys in my wake as he begins to squirm under me. I keep continuing down my path until I get to his v-line where he moans. I look up at him and I dip back down and kiss the bulge in his boxers and he gasps out. This caused me to chuckle happily. And I remove his boxers. I can hear Scotty gulp and a smirk as I kiss the head of his dick and I take the tip into my mouth. He moans out and it just encourages me to take more of him into my mouth. I flatten my tongue and start to  bob my head. He grips my hair and moans a string of curses and my name. I take him out of my mouth and I lick up the side of it till I get to the tip and I dip my tongue into his slit. When I take him in my mouth again I hollow out my cheeks and his moans just continue to get louder and louder till he climaxes in my mouth. I swallow his cum and I look back at him hungrily and I lick my lips. He looks at me with half lidded eyes and I crawl on top of him and I kiss him hungrily. He groans tasting himself. When I allow him to breathe we both pant and I smile down at him, "You taste sweet Scott..." I say in a deep voice and he just seems to melt at it. I then place three fingers near his lips and he looks at them and then at me. "Suck." Is all I say and he complies whole heartedly. He begins to lap my fingers with his tongue as he sucks and covers my fingers in his saliva. I growl out of pure lust as I realize just how skilled he really is. I take my fingers out of his mouth and a string of saliva connects Scotty's lips to my wet fingers. "You're so gonna regret that." I groan as I place one digit into him. He moans out and squirms. I make quick work of him because my aching dick just wants to be inside of him already. I've been focused on getting him prepped but then he moans out something that makes the blood rush to both my flushed cheeks and my dick.

"Mmm~ daddy~" Scotty moans out as I scissor him with three fingers. I stop and look up at him and his face turns beet red and he covers his face with his arm. "Really~?" I question with a sly smile. "Shut up... its a habit." He begins and I raise an eyebrow. "Habit?" I ask, "Yes a habit... it's what my.... my ex liked and it just kinda stuck and I...." before he could finish I take my fingers out of him and I slam myself into him. "OH MY GOD MARCEL~" he yells out and his back arches like a bow. He wraps his legs around me. "You won't mention any other guy when you're here with me." I growl out. He pants and moans quietly. "I'm s-sorry Marc-" he begins but then I cut him off. "Wrong answer..." I say and I snap my hips into him harshly. He moans out loudly and grips the bed sheets "DADDY!" He cries out and I smirk. "Good boy~" I coo and I snap my hips against him again. I begin at a swift and harsh pace right off the back and it has Scotty on a high. He's moaning and squirming and gripping the bed sheets for dear life. When I pick up speed Scotty starts worshipping me. Moaning out to me telling me to never to stop or to move faster and it's music to my ears. "Oh my god daddy~" he moans out as we both begin to reach our ends. Scotty's eyes roll to the back of his head and throws his head back as he orgasms. When he does he clamps around me and it's enough to throw me over the edge. I pull out and collapse next to Scotty and we both just pant trying to get our breath back. I finally sit up and move off the bed to go to his bathroom to get a towel for him. I then fetch some pain killers and a cup of water for him as well. I return and hand him the painkillers and the glass of water. He takes them and I begin to clean him up. He whimpers as I do so at the feeling of my hands gently moving on his body. But then I hear sniffling. I look up to see that his eyes are watery again and tears roll down his face. I stop what I'm doing and I cup his cheeks worried that I hurt him too much. "Scotty? Are you okay Scotty? Are you hurt? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry Scotty." I ask and whisper to him as I rub his cheeks lightly. "How.... how could you be so cruel to me..." he sobs out. "What do you mean Scotty?" I begin to get worried as I wait for his answer and he begins to hiccup and sob. "W-why would you do this to me? Knowing h-how I feel about you..." and then it all hits me like a train. "Scotty no I-" I try to explain to him but he cuts me off. "Why would you do something so mean to me! You made how you feel *hiccup* very clear and I basically gave you my heart and you r-ripped it! Now this is too much and it just *hiccups* it hurts s-so much..." he sobs I hold him close to me and now I realize why he never answered any of my calls.

"You- you said we were no good for each other... but you were the only good that I w-wanted.." he continued. "I love you s-so much and now I feel like you're just using me and my feelings and it hurts me so much more than I thought..." he whimpers out and continued to sniffle. I grab his shoulders at his last remark and I look at him "Now wait a danm minute Scott." I begin but he just shakes his head. "What you just did with me was wrong and cruel... we did that out of the heat of the moment and it meant so much more to me then that... are you- are you trying to make me kill my- *hiccup* self.." he finishes and he just sobs uncontrollably. His last statement had my blood boiling and I don't think any game had made me as angry as I am right now. "Don't. Don't you ever say that ever again. Do not! Ever! LET ME HEAR YOU SAY THAT AGAIN!" I yell out and it shocks him and his eyes widen but he looks down at the bed and bites his lip. "Scotty please... don't ever say that again. I don't think I can live without you in my life." I make him look at me and my eyes begin to water. "Scotty I love you. I. Love. You. Please..." I say as my shaky hand cups his cheek and my head hangs and I feel hot tears run down my face. Before I know it I'm embraced with so much force that it makes me fall down with Scotty having his arms locked around my neck. I then quickly wrap my arms around his waist and I put my face in the crook of his neck. "I love you too Marcy.." I hear him mumble against my chest and it makes me chuckle and I can hear him giggle. We pull apart only enough so that we can look at each other. He then showers me with kisses all over my face, neck and jaw which makes me laugh. I finally place my hand on the back of his neck and pull him into a loving kiss. When we break we are both giggling. "I love you." I tell him again. "I love you too Marcy~" he coos and he places his forehead on mine. We sit in a soft and comfortable silence until I break it to crack a joke. "Soooo~ daddy kink huh?" I ask and I raise an eyebrow with a smirk plastered on my face. I see his face flush and he pushes away from me to punch my chest jokingly. "Shut up!" He yells and laughs afterwards. "No no I like it~" I say and wiggle my eyebrows and he giggles. I tackle him into another kiss. "Oh my god~ Marcel~!" He cries.

Music to my fucking ears I tell you.

[muskyfictionmen]

The dirty Riverdale/Teen Wolf crossover no one asked for.

((First attempt at a crossover- I loved writing it, so lemme know what you think! Super raunchy and NSFW, for anyone who doesn’t follow my blog who comes across this ;3)) ((You can also find this on AO3 Here))

Stiles wouldn’t have had a problem staying in Beacon Hills while his dad was called out of state- but according to the older Stilinski getting away from the stress of the Supernatural would do him some good. Brighten his cheeks again (If only he knew how bright they got when he was with Derek...lord) After promises from Derek that he’d visit while they were stationed there, he’d less-reluctantly packed his bags, and traveled with his dad all the way to upstate New York. Riverdale, a small town, with a big mystery, that despite not wanting to be there intrigued Stiles to no end. Apparently their sheriff had been recommended to the Beacon Hills Police Department- now that Stiles’ dad knew about the supernatural, their rate of unsolved mysteries were lower than they’d ever been before. Sure a lot of it was cover ups, but it still looked good. Riverdale Sheriff, Sheriff Keller, welcomed them into his home with more or less open arms- not too happy to have to be deemed incapable of solving this murder on his own, but he and John hit it off well enough. Stiles and Kevin? Not so much.

With more than enough permission from Derek, Stiles’ insatiable need for sex was easily sated in Riverdale.  He particularly liked the older, rougher men from the south side of town. Southside Serpents. Seedy men who loved to fuck him in groups, some of them never having had their asses eaten before, more than a little surprised when Stiles would suck on their balls, then slither (Ha) his tongue down to their hairy dirty puckers, and suck there too. Derek had come across Riverdale once or twice when he lived in the city and made it out to the woods for full moons- after getting more than a few raunchy videos from Stiles, he booked a ticket out for the end of the month. A promise to be used just like his bitch boyfriend by one of the more vocal men in the bar.

Maybe it’s because Kevin wasn’t as comfortable with sex, or he was jealous that he was reduced to fumbled hand jobs in cars late at night or tight balls from the cold when he hooked up out in the woods. Whatever his problem, he made it clear he didn’t like Stiles. But Stiles had met guys like him before. He was envious, angry more so at himself. For not giving in. Stiles was only too happy to help. Sneaking out one night when their dads had gone to bed after pulling a double, and smirking to himself when Kevin was waiting up for him when he got back. Hissed whisperings about treating their house with respect, not to slut it up all over town, bringing back god-knows- what. Stiles huffed, holding up a hand to stop the other boy mid-sentence, checking down the hall that both of their dads were still snoring in their rooms, before clearing the space between he and Kevin in a few long strides- watching as he held his breath, nose twitching at the scent of ass and cum on his face- and then he kissed him. Spitting out the last load of cum he’d had the pleasure of taking into Kevin’s mouth, and swirling their tongues together to share it. Reaching down with one hand to hitch their hips together, hard cocks sliding too perfectly. It was a mess of fumbling zippers, dry strokes, and spitting back and forth into each other’s mouths- two chaffed orgasms later, and they were in Kevin’s bed, playing scratch and sniff with each other’s holes, iris’ swallowed up by pupils- windows growing hot and steamy as they sloppily sucked around each other’s fingers, and slid them into one another. Licking around filthy digits to keep the slide wet, before sucking two more loads out of one another- Stiles teasing Kevin’s prostate for the first time, and massaging his taint as it twitched and he filled Stiles’ mouth with two swallows of cum- the second of which they shared lazily before falling asleep. Scrambling the next morning as their dads came knocking, wondering if Kevin knew where Stiles was, since he wasn’t in his room. Needless to say two things were set in stone by the end of breakfast- their slow acceptance of one another was to come to fruition over the next few days in front of their dads- and outside of their sight, Stiles and Kevin were two inseparable sluts.

Stiles’ first day at Riverdale High school was as uneventful as anyone’s first day at school was. He kept to Kevin’s side, made a note to give Betty Lydia’s number, and drifted. There were quite a few primo meat heads he wanted to get smothered by, but none of them could hold a flame to the fiery red headed stud who slid into the seat next to his own in Chem. A bit of his old insecurities flaring up as the other boy smiled, and extended a hand with his free hand- he was just so fucking pretty. “Archie Andrews, hey. You’re new right? Kevin told me to look out for you in my schedule. Hope it’s cool I sat.” Stiles had b ut a moment to curse Beacon Hills for not producing any memorable gingers, before smiling the way Scott liked to say it looked like /he/ was the wolf, and Derek told him it made his cock drip. Reeling it back a bit when he realized this was the first introduction. Wouldn’t do him any good to scare him off. “Stiles, yeah. Cool to meet you.” Shaking hands, and turning to their work as class started, Stiles nibbled on his lip nervously as he tried not to stare to intently at Archie. What the fuck kind of name was Archie anyways? Adorable. That’s what. Stiles wanted to eat him. They parted ways for their next class too soon for Stiles’ liking, but they’d meet once again at lunch. Stiles practically swooning when he approached with Kevin, and Archie was strumming a guitar. In a fucking Letterman Jacket. “So he plays football. And guitar.” He stated as though it weren’t obvious, and Kevin sighed dramatically. “And he’s straight.” Stiles couldn’t hold back a snort, pulling out his pone to scroll through his collection of pictures of the pack. Handing it off to Kevin, and hiding his snort around a cough as the boy choked. “Lots of ‘straight’ guys back home too.” Stiles winked, laughing as he took his seat and Kevin started zooming aggressively. “Haven’t seen you like that since Moose first propositioned you.” Archie laughed, and Kevin blushed- Stiles just holding his hands up like he was being left out. “Oh, Moose. Big-“ “Oh! Oh, okay yeah…yeah.” Coughing again to hide his own flaming cheeks, Stiles nodded and made a motion with his hands to show he understood. “Thank god for Moose.” He said around his soda, reaching across the table to shuffle through some of Archie’s sheet music carefully. “Not a lot of guys around to here to help Kevin have a good time.” He said without looking up, not missing the way Archie’s eyes shot up to try and catch his, before falling back to his guitar. Kevin pressing an insistent hand to the small of Stiles’ back. Warning. Don’t push. But he knew, he wasn’t an idiot. “There was a bar that got shut down in LA a couple years back? My mom and dad used to go there when they were in college, so he wanted to snag a few of the trinkets on the walls. I got my hands on some really old sheets of music, a little wear and tear, but vintage- they’ve just been in a folder under my desk since then. Wanna take ‘em off my hands.” He asked, palms getting a little sweaty at the way Archie smiled. “Hell yeah! Got any idea what kinda music?” “I scanned them all online at some point, I’ll bring you a drive with them on it tomorrow, and have a friend send them out next-day if you want the physicals.” Stiles assured him, winking at Kevin when Archie finally turned back to his guitar with a ‘thanks’. Pulling the other boy close when the bell rang, and Archie hurried off to his practice. “Archie is incredible, but god do I want to taste that. Don’t act like you don’t want in. Lemme work some old Stilinski family charm on him, get in his head.” “Just don’t push him to a psychotic break, I couldn’t bear not hearing that boy never sing again.” Kevin said, slinging an arm around Stiles’ shoulder, before nodding. “You’re kind of evil. " He added simply, and Stiles nodded. “I’m the thin line between demonic possession, and erotic self-expression.” “I...I don’t know what to say to that.”  “It’s fine, no one ever does. Kind of an inside joke. Lets just get to class.”

It took a whole hell of a lot of consulting with the pack, since they were all basically sexual deviants, and Stiles hadn’t had to deal with a real ‘straight’ all American beefcake before. Not that Archie was blind to all of his silent advances. Eye contact with the sucking of various things-pens, lollipops, popsicles- the quiet praise over practices, and cologne, and music- guy things. Stroking the ego. After a few weeks in town, when they were more than little friendly, he stepped it up a notch. Close to dropping to his knees after giving Archie the typical ‘bro’ hug after a game, the cheers of the crowd drowning out his words to everyone but Archie, as he pulled back- an inch or so away from the boy, and licked his lips. “You smell hot Andrews.” He laughed it off, but he didn’t miss the way his eyes had tracked his tongue, the way the flush on his cheeks deepen and spread down his neck, below and his pads. Stiles had to be peeled away by Kevin. The two of them taking his dads truck out to the boonies and fucking like rabbits all night. Both of them crying out Archie’s name when they painted each other’s faces with cum.

A hitch in his plan came in the form of a dirty jock, and a sweaty tank top. Isn’t that how it always is? …Probably not, but whatever. Scott had sent out the sheets of music he promised Archie almost a month before, but problems with the package had kept it held until then. He and Kevin had gone over to the other boys house to drop them off, not hesitating when they were invited in. Archie seemed almost nervous as he looked over his shoulder at them as he lead them upstairs to his room. Stiles wasn’t entirely sure why, until he and Kevin tore their eyes away from Archie’s plump as to look at one another- surprising each other by the intensity of their gazes. Archie probably felt like he was being hunted. God that was hot. Stiles didn’t have many moments of feeling powerful- it wasn’t when you were surrounded by werewolves, but this? Seducing another human,  it made his skin hot, and his lips tug into the tiniest smirk, as he leaned forward and drug his nose along the seat of Archie’s jeans. Tripping up and pressing further on purpose, squawking as he did so, flailing a bit to play it up- Archie and Kevin both hurrying to catch him before he smashed his face into the upstairs landing.  Thanking them, he flushed purposefully, before pressing a rough kiss to Kevin’s lips, and hissing about the scent of Archie’s ass as they dropped back for a second when Archie turned into his room. Despite wanting to wreck him within an inch of his life, Stiles also found it odd he could so easily be Archie’s friend. He was kind, adorably, tooth achingly sweet even. With the voice of an angel, and the body to match. Derek rarely turned all jelly legged and bumbling for anyone but Stiles, and under very specific circumstances, but Archie was going to drive him crazy when they met. Archie was practicing and playing the new music for them, but Stiles tiny bladder was getting the better of him, and he excused himself halfway through a song to head to the bathroom. Pissing and washing his hands, almost out the door before something in the mirror caught his eye. His head thumping quietly against the door when he realized what it was. So much for keeping it cool. Hanging on one of the linen closet doors was a jockstrap. A dirty jockstrap. A dirty jockstrap Stiles would bet money on had been used for at least a week of practices. In his haste to get back to his friends, he hadn’t focused in on the scent of ripe jock balls and cock that was filling up the room. Shutting the door quietly, he kicked off his jeans and underwear, reaching forward to scoop up Archie’s jock- pressing it to his face- sniffing tentatively at first, and then snorting like a damn crack whore- cock hard and spitting, the slide of his hand on his shaft making sloppy guppy noises from all the pre. He was huffing on Archie Andrews cock and ball musk, and he was going to cum in a good thirty seconds.  A knock on the door, quiet, had Stiles nearly sliding off the toilet as he jerked around- calling out weakly that he was still in there, scrunching his brows up when he saw the shadow of feet under the door slide from left to right a few times. Kevin then? Even better, really. Stiles loved sharing.  They’d need to be quick, and quiet, and Stiles whispered as much to Kevin when he let him into the bathroom- the boys eyes wide as he looked him up and down, before zeroing in on the jockstrap in his fist, jaw practically hitting the floor. Grunting at the effort it took to get Kevin’s belt and painted on jeans down around his thighs, Stiles pressed the jock between their faces as they kissed- both of them breathing in the aphrodisiac that was Archie Andrews. Kevin noticed the tank, and while Stiles wasn’t the biggest pit man, he could appreciate the sweat and scent of what poured from those fiery underarms, so he rubbed the jock along Kevin’s cock- the rough fabric scraping almost too roughly against his sensitive cock head as he breathed in the pit stains of Archie’s undershirt, balls tightening up just as Stiles saw another pair of shadowed feet under the door. Bare, shuffling as to keep quiet, then the shadow of Archie’s upper body. Stiles shouldn’t have, he could have been blowing everything, but he couldn’t help himself. “Fuck, Archie smells so good.” He moaned, just loud enough for the boy to hear outside- his shadow stilling, almost like it was painted there, and Stiles cursed, and came- coating Kevin’s cock, and the jock, Kevin following seconds after- an almost scared looking taking over when he realized what they’d done, and Stiles simply smiled. Bringing the soaked jock up to lick at, Kevin getting with the program with a uttered ‘nasty slut’ as they cleaned away their mess, and dressed. Stiles taking it one step further by putting the shirt and jock back as they’d been, only on the opposite cabinet door. Archie would know. If he didn’t quite understand what they’d been doing, now he would. Kevin didn’t know Archie had overheard them, Archie was under the impression he’d done some Grade A peeping, and Stiles was a terrific liar, so the afternoon wasn’t awkward after that. Only when Archie went to show them out, and he squeezed past Stiles, did his nose scrunch up, their eyes meeting and Archie’s brow rising as he visibly sniffed at Stiles’ face. “Kevin makes great cupcakes; I probably still have icing on my face.” Was all Stiles offered, slipping past Archie with a brush of their hands- calling up to him that they’d see him at school, and he hoped he’d enjoy the rest of the music. 

  The next few days were a bit Awkward, not uncomfortably so, but the tension between them and Archie was more than palpable.  It took about a week for Archie to start coming around to their conversation again, and one more to be his happy, bubbly little self again. Stiles was happy he hadn’t ruined all their chances, any lingering ideas about that out the window when Archie cornered them on Friday, and asked if they’d help clear out his garage, and maybe paint. Stiles wasn’t one for manual labor, but he’d do anything for Archie at that point. Literally. Derek was coming in a week, so that meant he either confronted Archie with Kevin some point before then, or not at all. So this seemed the perfect opportunity. Stiles didn’t dress as nice as Kevin, both because he lacked the funds, and the fashion sense. Plus he didn’t care too, but he did like to look sexy when the time called for it, so he was happy he’d packed some of his more revealing things when they’d come down. Short board shorts, and a plain blue and yellow shirtless workout T he’d snagged from the boys locker room. What he’d been doing in there was no one’s business. Kevin dressed down similarly, and Stiles appreciated the view as he lead the way to Archie’s house- both of them regretting their decision to go without underwear when they rounded the boys house, and saw what he’d chosen to wear.

Or chosen not to wear was better. Nothing but a pair of short cotton work out shorts, light green in color that contrasted coolly against Archie’s pale skin. Pale skin not unlike Stiles’ own, though Archie may have ad him beat on the freckles and moles. All shiny and glistening with sweat. Stiles wanted to kiss each and every one of them, and if the tent in Kevin’s short was any indication, he was on the same track. Ducking down quickly to grab some boxes to conceal themselves for the time being, they called out their greetings, and got to work. It was one of the warmer days in the weeks before summer finally turned over to fall, so they were all sweating a few hours in. Archie more so then Stiles and Kevin both, and it wasn’t long before he had a ring of sweat at the top of his shorts, pooling from his back- a nice thick patch of sweat between the cheeks of his ass, and Stiles was going to die. He and Kevin had debated quietly whether or not they should sneak inside and jerk off as quickly as they could, but they were sadists apparently, and the Andrews tease was too great. And that’s exactly what it was. A tease. Stiles wasn’t sure about it at first, but when Archie had gotten on a ladder to reach some high shelves- muscles straining as he pulled down cans of paint, he’d seen the strap of his jockstrap. He couldn’t be sure about another suspicion until he’d dropped to re-lace his shoes when Archie had  come down, but the whiff of musk he caught as Archie carried the cans outside was unmistakable. He was wearing that same nasty jock from the bathroom. That fucking ginger demon. Archie even had the audacity to smile at Stiles like he was being perceived as the angel he, usually, was. Stiles would’ve admitted being wrong as the day carried on, but when the sun had just started to fall behind the houses across the street, and the garage was clear, the outside covered in a fresh layer of paint, he knew Archie was fucking with them. He wasn’t sure how to feel about it at first, but he guessed he’d been doing the same to the other boy, so whether or not he knew how hard he was teasing didn’t matter. Stiles was going to do something about it. As the garage door shut, Stiles and Kevin crashed together on the small couch in the garage, making room for Archie when he came to sit- Stiles immediately moving his head into his lap, watching him tense with a huff. “You reek.” He said with a tug at the waist band of the boys shorts, Kevin giving an affirmative thumbs up as he checked his phone. “Should’ve got a whiff when I was working construction this summer with my dad. He said I would’ve curdled milk with my pits.” Archie chuckled, extending both arms over the back of the sofa, Stiles gaze immediately sliding from his face, to the dark patches of sweaty red hair. He could already smell them. “You’re missing out on a lucrative money making venture by not selling your used gear.” No going back now. Archie stilled, lifting one perfectly thick brow up under his sweaty fringe of hair, as Kevin looked between the two of them, Adams apple bobbing nervously.   “What do you mean?” “Don’t act like you don’t know.” Stiles flicked a hand up at him dismissively. “Used shit, like your underwear? Tank tops, undershirts, jockstraps, cups, socks...” Reaching down to run a hand over the boys ankle, picking at the rim of his sock, stuffed inside his beat up chucks that he could smell when he brought his hand back up. “Some of my friends back home do it all the time, it’s great cash. Men love all American beef stink. Can’t say I blame them.” Pressing one hand into Archie’s side, Stiles pressed his nose along his waist, squinting at Archie when he tried to push him away. “Whoa, dude-“ ‘Stiles, maybe don’t-“ “He’s wearing the same jockstrap.” Stiles muttered, licking his lips as they twitched into a smile, Kevin staring confused for a second, before he shot a knowing look at Archie. Archie who was the definition of a deer caught in the headlights. “Didn’t think I’d say anything? Or what? Wouldn’t care? I saw you outside the bathroom, Andrews; you know what we were doing. Question is, are you gonna let us get at it from the source, or what? “ He hadn’t told Kevin about Archie having been outside the bathroom door, but if he cared, he didn’t show it. He just looked nervous- hand shaking as it played with the hem of his shorts, right near his cock. His hard cock. Sliding down from the couch, wincing at the concrete floors against his knees, Stiles gripped both of Archie’s knees- spreading them with little resistance, and sliding his open palms up against his thighs. Creamy white, and covered in as many moles and freckles as his back. Stiles never dropped eye contact, instead motioning Kevin to follow his lead, and making room for him in front of Archie. The same look of nerves flashed across his face as it did that day on the staircase. Only now was totally different. Whether he knew it or not, Stiles and Kevin were giving Archie control. Since he didn’t know what to do with it, they showed him. “I’ve wanted to taste you since you introduced yourself, fuck.” Stiles growled, kissing his way u the inside of the boys thighs, Kevin helping him kick off his shoes- Archie, always the gentlemen, going to apologize, when Stiles shushed him. “First thing to understand about sluts like us? The filthier the better. Leave me one of his feet Kevin, I wanna smell how sour they.” Odding as he pressed his nose into the wiggling toes of one of his feet, Kevin moaned- giving Stiles a weak thumbs up when the other boy tugged Kevin’s shorts below his balls. Pretty uncut cock bobbing and already leaking into the humid air of the garage. Archie’s feet already permeating the air, as Stiles continued upwards- slipping his fingers into Archie’s leg holes and massaging his upper thighs- watching his abs quiver as he finally pressed his nose into the growing mound of is bulge. “Jesus Christ Archie.” He whined, voice cracking as he sniffed along the outline of the others hardening cock, glancing back briefly when Archie’s eyes fluttered closed, to see Kevin taking his toes into his mouth- gripping the base of his cock with his free hand, like he was about to shoot off if he didn’t. Stiles understood the feeling all too well. Massaging and sniffing and licking at Archie through the fabric of his jock and shorts was fun, sexy even, but Stiles was done taking things slow. Archie was hard when he shifted him to pull his shorts down, his cock flopping out of his jock and slapping against his hard stomach- smearing pre into his fiery happy tail, and Stiles bit his lip hard enough to draw blood- leaving the garments at Archie’s knees, as he pressed his nose right at the seam of his nutsack. Big and uneven, jumping as he mouthed and sucked one of them into his mouth reaching up to grip Archie’s cock and shake it at him, smirking around his mouthful as Archie groaned, settling his hands back on the back of the sofa, and giving in. “My balls reek.” He grumbled, almost high, as he looked back down, pupils wide as he watched Stiles nod- suck more enthusiastically, and run his tongue just below Archie’s sack of his furry taint. The taste tangy and the sweat their making it so slipper. As much as he wanted to taste his ass, that could wait. Popping off Archie’s balls with an audible pop, Stiles slid up to his cock- slapping it against his cheeks, and lips- smearing them like lipstick with the head of Archie’s cock, laughing under his breath as he choked. “Never had anyone want your cock this bad, Andrews?” Stiles was teasing now, kitten licking the head, before sliding it past his lips, and suctioning hard, Sucking on the head of Archie’s cock like a lollipop, the smell of his sadly trimmed bush assaulting his nose the further down he went, until his nose was buried in what bush of pubes Archie had- swallowing around his cock, throat constricting around the boys length, drawing curses from his beautifully bitten lips. Pink and plump like he couldn’t stop nibbling on them. Kevin watched from behind, reaching forward long enough to tear Stiles’ shorts down- smacking his plump little ass playfully, lifting Archie’s foot back up to smear the stink of it all over his face- knowing he’d smell it in his pores for days. Taste them on his breath all night. Had Stiles come along sooner, he could’ve been doing this forever. Glancing up at the boys pits, he made a note to get a sniff later- for now though, he took Archie’s free foot and pressed it against his cock- not taking it personally when he didn’t move it. He was a bit preoccupied with Stiles swallowing the impressive length of his cock without gagging. Archie had to be at least seven, at most nine- kind of hard to tell when Stiles had it in his throat- an impressive feat. Kevin was only slightly jealous. Humping his own cock against Archie’s smelly socked foot, hunching forward and sucking his big toe when his toes curled against Kevin’s cock head- his orgasm too close for his liking, but he knew he’d cum again if he did, so he wasn’t too worried. “You’re feet fucking reek Archie, don’t you ever change your cocks?” Kevin mumbled around his mouthful, licking from heel to the tip of Archie’s big toe, cock pressed too tight and too right against the arch of the other foot. “He’s a nasty boy and he knows it. Right Archie?” Stiles asked, challenging as he pulled off of the boys cock and stroked it slowly- slapping the head against his tongue, waiting. Archie tried to compose himself, gulping audibly, sweat dripping from his hair onto his chest. “Nasty for sluts like you. Fucking pigs.” His voice was shaky, but Stiles didn’t care- his cock jumped, pressing against the leather of the couch as he swallowed back down around Archie’s cock- picking up speed as he kneaded the balls below, keeping them pulled down and away from tightening up. He wanted Archie to cum all over h and Kevin, so edging him up was the best route. Whining when he was suddenly pulled form Archie’s dick, Stiles raised a questioning brow, mimicking Archie when the boy opened his mouth- Stiles’ eyes going wide when Archie spit into his mouth, before shoving him back down roughly, cock fucking so fast into his throat he started to tear up. Cock so close to bursting it wasn’t even funny. “Like that? Nasty bitch.” Archie groaned, lifting his sweaty as up off the couch to pound into Stiles’ throat, only pulling him off when it looked like he was going to pass out- Stiles coughing and sucking in air when he was able to, before diving down to lick up all his spit from Archie’s cock. “Again, Archie ordered, and Stiles knew what he meant- opening his mouth up at him, and taking his pit- going back down on his cock like a champ, as Kevin came across Archie’s socked foot for the first time- grinding through his orgasm, watching the scene in front of him with glossed eyes. “I wanna suck his cock now.” Kevin gasped, still sniffing between Archie’s toes, as Stiles pulled back, and nodded. “I wanna taste his funky ass.” Blushing, Archie hesitantly reached down between his legs- running two fingers over his hole and up his crack, before bringing them up to whiff like he’d done it before. Nose scrunching up, he held them out to them. “Be my guess if the smell doesn’t kill you...I’ve never..had my hole licked before.” God Stiles was going to die tonight. Pulling back, Stiles stood, kicking off his own shoes and shorts, Kevin following his lead, as they helped Archie out of his shorts and his last sock- Stiles sucking out Kevin’s cum and huffing on the funk for a few seconds, before tossing it aside, and telling Archie to get on his hands and knees. “No funny business.” He muttered, flushing as he eyed he and Kevin’s cocks, and Stiles smirked. “Don’t worry big boy, not in the cards for you tonight. But I’ll get you there.” Archie rolled his eyes as Stiles laughed, holding Kevin back, and shuffling through a few empty boxes for a blanket to put down, so their knees wouldn’t be too fucked after they were done. “Arch your back.” Stiles instructed, laying a hand over Archie’s spine and pressing down, smacking one of his cheeks, and watching it turn red as the bubbled globes parted. The ring of fire around Archie’s hole was oh so tempting, the scent of it pure teen raunch at its finest, but Stiles held back, despite practically drooling as Archie popped his ass up and down- large cock and balls swinging between his legs as he did so. Positioning Kevin comfortably under Archie- the boys feet crossed at the ankles over Kevin’s chest, Stiles tugged on his nuts, and pointed Archie’s cock at Kevin’s pursed lips- the red head taking the lead and fuck into the tight circle of wet with a moan, head down between his shoulders as he watched Kevin with a smile and winked. “Gonna do this for me when Stiles leaves?” He asked, chuckling as Kevin nodded around his mouthful, reaching his arms around to intertwine his fingers at the small of Archie’s back, pushing him down to fuck into his mouth like he’d done Stiles. Stiles was already sniffing along Archie’s heated crack, slick with sweat from his football practice, and their long day or work.  Archie fucking stunk, there was no way around it. His ass smelled like an ass, a funky teen jock trench, and Stiles was in love. On top of everything else, Derek was going to be putty in Archie’s hands when they met. He’d probably even bend over and let Archie stuff his tight wolf hole dry. Fill him with cum, then scoop it out to taste it. That dirty fucker. Cupping Archie’s feet together to slide his cock into the tight channel between them, Stiles finally spread the boys cheeks- watching his bright pink hole wink and tighten, the sight something Stiles would remember till the day he died. Fuzzy red hair almost too light to see covering his cheeks, but inside was like a forest fire. Dark and red, slicked back away from his hole with sweat. Stiles pressed his nose into Archie’s hole and sniffed, smirking at the muttered ‘Fuck, that’s gross’ from in front of him. “You’re the one who’s letting me eat out your dirty ass.” Stiles reminded him, flicking his tongue out against the sensitive fluttering rim, laughing out loud when Archie tensed and slid forward-before falling back on Stiles’ tongue. Fucking deep into Kevin’s throat and grinding into the constricting heat as Stiles licked around his hole, before slipping his tongue against an in each of the folds of his pucker. Tasting every ounce of sweat that had passed over it, and finally spreading him wide with both hands to start digging his tongue inside. The red heat of his hole gripping down on Stiles tongue like a vice, as he fucked with short quick thrust into Archie’s smelly feet. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Archie moaned, crying out when Stiles reached down- Archie’s cheeks closing around his face, leaving him tasting and smelling nothing but his ass- to grip his sac and tug down, his other hand squeezing the base of his cock roughly as Kevin slid off just far enough to suck on only the head of Archie’s cock. Nursing there, moaning around the flood of pre that hit his tongue. “You fucking dick.” Archie sighed, making a noise somewhere between a laugh and a huff as he ground his ass back against Stiles’ tongue- reaching back with one hand to slide his fingers through Stiles’ hair- holding him tight, and mashing him impossibly deeper into his ass. “Eat that fucking hole, Stilinski. You like nasty jock hole? Like how it smells tastes? Fucking slut, Christ.” Gyrating his hips, winking against Stiles’ hole, his breath came in short bursts as he looked back- only able to see the top of Stiles’ head buried in his ass. “Jughead has got a wicked ass, I’ve got whiffs of it when we’re hanging out- farts like there’s no tomorrow too. But you like that, don’t you? Farts?” He pulled Stiles back far enough to see him nodding furiously. “Fuck yes!” “God you’re nasty!” Archie practically shouted, shoving Stiles back against his hole, and loosening up enough that Stiles slid his thumb in with nothing but some spit- parting Archie’s hole open to dig his tongue deeper into the dirty pink insides- Archie arching (Ha) his back even further, sweat pooling on his belly, and sliding down his cock and making a mess of Kevin’s mouth. When he clenched his toes against Stiles’ balls, he came- grunting into Archie’s ass and cumming across Archie’s soles and toes- pulling back away from his ass to drop on all fours himself and lick it up. Tasting between each of his sour funky toes, a mix of foot funk and musky cum. Pulling his cock out of Kevin’s mouth, and stretching out, Archie grinned-swiping his hair out of his face and flinging the sweat from it off to the side. “I wanna cum. Make me cum.” Was all he said, and both Stiles and Kevin scrambled into new positions. Stiles working Archie’s cock with a tight grip and fast strokes, mouthing at his balls as Kevin finally indulged in sniffing and licking out each of Archie’s pits. Whining at the gentle, sure hand behind his head pressing him deeper into the dense smelly hair. When he’d gotten is fill, he dropped to his knees, Archie watching them intently as they each took one side of his cock, and met at the base, kissing and sliding their mouths from base to tip, before alternating between ends, and his balls. Stiles’ wet fingers still massaging his hole, and Archie didn’t stand a chance. “Fuck, open up, take it.” He grunted, face red as he took his wet cock and stripped it fast, head thrown back when his balls tightened up, and he gushed. Cumming all over both Kevin and Stiles, hitting their chests first, then their faces. Stiles’ forehead and hair, and chin- Kevin’s eyes and lips and nose. Swatting Archie’s hands away to milk him for every last drop, nearly fighting over his now softening, sensitive cock. Archie shivered and it was his turn to whine, trying to get them off, but they weren’t having it. Stiles’ gripping Archie’s hands tight while Kevin sucked on his cock, flicking his tongue across the head as Archie cried out, a spurt of piss leaving his cock, as Kevin groaned and swallowed it down. “S-Stop! Stop, please, have mercy guys.” He whined, and Stiles pulled Kevin back, licking across his face to clean him up as Archie stumbled back and crashed onto the sofa- watching with a smile as Stiles and Kevin licked each other clean like animals- before making out, Stiles tasting the piss on Kevin’s tongue and angry that he hadn’t let him suck it all out of Archie. Archie who had slid down on the sofa to lie down, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. “I’m not gay.” He muttered when Stiles and Kevin slid in on either side of him- Kevin holding him against his chest, as Archie did the same for Stiles- always a sucker for cuddling, ever since he’d been little. “It doesn’t even sound you like believe that.” Stiles muttered, testing the very statement by pressing a kiss to Archie’s lips- the red head hesitating for only a moment, before giving in, even tasting Stiles’ tongue with his own. “God, I can taste my ass….that shouldn’t be hot, why is that hot?” He laughed, kissing Stiles more roughly, before turning to give Kevin the same attention. “Welcome to the world of…whatever the fuck it is we’re into, Archie Andrews. Welcome.”

[trilliastra]

Anon bc my sterek blog is a side blog but - those prompts, omg. They're all so good! Maybe start with #7?

7. Is that blood?” “No?” “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”

[I’m sorry, this wasn’t supposed to be sad but my brain works in a weird way]

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Stilesknows many things, some useful other not so much, but what he doesn'tknow is how to properly use a hammer. Now, one might say if you don't know how to use a hammer, then don't try to use it, but Stiles is stubbornand – as his dad sometimes points out – a little stupid.

“Ah,shit.” Stiles yells, dropping the hammer on his desk. Great, nowhe has a scratch on his desk and a broken finger.

“Stiles,what is –” his dad shows up at the door, the burger he'ssupposed to be grilling for dinner in his hand, “fucking hell, isthat blood?”

Stilesbites at his lip to hold back another curse. Damn, it hurts. “No?”

Hisdad strides into the room, glaring between Stiles and the desk. “That's not a question you're supposed to answer with anotherquestion.” He sighs, inspects Stiles' hand. “Come on, I'll driveyou to the hospital.”

Stilessighs too. Yeah, maybe he's more than a littlestupid.

–

Melissadoesn't laugh when Stiles shows up at the hospital and shows her hisbloodied finger, but her lips curl up and she gives his dad anexasperated sigh before guiding Stiles to the emergency room. “Do Iget a lollipop after this?” He asks her, barely suppressing awhimper when she begins to wipe the blood.

Shedoesn't answer, cuffs him on the back of the head instead and tellshim the doctor will be there in a second to stitch him up. “Don'ttry to hurt the other finger!” She says, turning around.

Stilesglares at her retreating back and makes a mental note to call Scottand tell him his mother is mean.

Thewait takes longer than a second and Stiles kind of wishes he hadremembered to grab his phone before his dad manhandled him inside thecar. As it is he walks around the room, looking for stuff to distracthim but won't cause any more damage. See, dad? He can be responsible.

He'sreading a pamphlet about gonorrhea when the doctor finally shows up. “Sorry.”He apologizes. “We had an emergency with a kid. So you hurt yourfinger?”

Ah,shit. This cannot behappening.

WhenDerek looks up and recognizes him, Stiles shakes his head and says,“ah, shit.”

–

The thingis – Stiles wasn't supposed to be living with his dad aftercollege. He had plans, big and beautiful plans. He was going to askhis boyfriend to move in with him, they'd get an apartment togetherand then some years later a house for the kids. They'd get marriedand live happily ever after with each other.

And then one morning, his boyfriend was gone, taking Stiles’ plans and his heart with him.

“Ididn't know you were living here.” Derek says, still standing onthe same spot near the door.

“Movedback.” Stiles mumbles. “You too?”

“Yeah.”Derek says. “I'm finishing my residency.”

“That'snice.” Stiles says and means it. Derek always wanted to be a doctorand Stiles agrees that he's amazing at it. “And I'd love to hearmore about it but I'm kind of still bleeding here.”

Derek'seyes widen as if he'd forgotten where they were. “Oh, right.” Hemoves quickly to take a look at Stiles' finger and Stiles has to restrain himself from flinching away when Derek toucheshis hand. “Can you move it?”

“Yeah,”Stiles says, gritting his teeth when Derek touches the cut, “but ithurts like a motherfucker.”

Dereksnorts. Stiles wishes he wasn't looking down, he always liked Derek'ssmile. “I will give you something for the pain, if you want.”

“That'dbe good.” Stiles says and tries not to think about all the timesDerek took care of him when he was sick.

It's beensix months and it still hurts.

He watchesDerek working, face focused and hands steady, like he's done this amillion times. And he probably has, Stiles wouldn't know, but God,he wishes he did.

“There.”Derek says as he finishes dressing the wound. “Try to keep it dryand change the dressing twice a day.” He keeps saying, his backturned to Stiles as he disposes of the gloves and the bloodiedcotton. “You can come back in two or three weeks to –”

“Why?”Stiles blurts out. “You owe me at least an answer.”

Hewatches Derek's back stiffen, braces himself for the words eventhough he still doesn't feel ready for the truth. If Derek foundsomeone else he – doesn't know how he's going to react.

“Iowe you?” Derek asks. He turnsaround, stares at Stiles angrily. “How about you tell me why youwere pulling away? Why you weren't telling me where you were goingevery other morning? Why you were lyingto me?”

“What?”Stiles stands up, narrowing his eyes at him. “I was looking for ajob!”

“See?”Derek gestures at him. “You can't even tell me the truth now!”

“Whatthe fuck?” Stiles shakes his head, realizes he's screaming at ahospital but he really can't stop. Derek can't be twisting thisaround to blame him.Stiles wasn't the one who walked away in the middle of the night withthe only explanation being a note saying 'live your life'.“Why did that bother you so much? Why did you fucking walk awayinstead of talking to me about that?”

“Itried!” Derek says back. “But you kept saying you needed moretime to tell me, that it would 'make sense later'.” Derek snorts,humorless. “And you know what? It didmake sense later when I saw you getting out of that apartmentdowntown with a woman.” Stiles blinks, tries to remember what thehell Derek is talking about. “You wanted an out so I gave you anout.” Derek says. “Are you enjoying it with her?”

“Areyou fucking kidding me?” Stiles yells, reaches out for an unusedbag of cotton and throws it at Derek's perfect face, he bats it awayeasily but Stiles still feels a sense of victory when Derek's eyeswiden comically at his outburst. “I was looking for an apartment tolive with you!” He says, stalking towards Derek and punching hischest with his non-injured hand. “The one I was going to tell you about onour anniversary dinner.” Derek opens his mouth and Stiles can heara soft 'oh' escapinghis lips. “Yeah, remember that one? No, because you didn't showup!”

“Iwas studying!”

“Iknow!” Stiles groans, frustrated. It's not about that.“And I admired you for that! But you can't accuse me of cheating onyou just because I wasn't around much when you were doing the exactsame thing!”

Derektakes a step back, expression dazed, like Stiles had just punched himin that beautiful stupid face. “I didn't –”

“What?You didn't think about it?” Stiles cuts, anger finally starting tosubside and being replace with hurt. Derek really didn't trust him,huh? “Or you just didn't trust me?” When Derek's about to answer,Stiles shakes his head. “No, forget it.” It's too late now. Toomuch. “I thought wefelt the same, but apparently I was wrong.” And damn, that makeshis heart ache even more. Stiles poured his everything into theirrelationship, but Derek didn't even trust him enough to start aconversation. To try to fix things. “Thanks for the finger.”Stiles turns around but realizes he can't go without sayingeverything he has to. “I really loved you, you know?” He closeshis eyes when he feels about to cry. “I still do.” Hewhispers to himself and finally, finally,walks away.

–

Hisdad doesn't ask what happened, only looks at him curiously and drivesthem home. When they walk into the house, Stiles immediately pullshim into a hug and just lets himself feel the comfort of being withfamily. “Is everything okay?” His dad finally asks, patting hisback affectionately.

“No.”Stiles answers. “But it will be. Just –” he doesn't finish, buthis dad understands anyway and tightens his hold, letting Stiles cryon his shoulder.

–

Stilesis dozing off on the couch when the doorbell rings. Years of being acop's kid make him stand up immediately, only to relax when he seeshis dad walking down the stairs.

“Whatthe –” he says, opening the door cautiously, “fucking hell,kid. Do you know what time is it?” He doesn't wait for the personto answer, just turns to Stiles and says “you deal with this, I'llgo back to bed”, pats Stiles' shoulder in a way that says hedefinitely won't be sleeping any time soon and walks back to hisroom.

WhenStiles takes a look outside and sees Derek standing at the door,looking completely devastated,he wonders if it's too late to go back to sleep.

–

“Iwas scared.” Derek says as soon as Stiles closes the door behindthem. “I've always been scared.”

“Ofwhat?”

“Oflosing you.” Heanswers, turning to Stiles with wet eyes. “I'm – I'm not goodenough. I've never been – worthy of you.”

“Whatthe fuck?” Stiles rolls his eyes, taking Derek's shirt and slamminghim against the door. “Am I some fucking princess? You don't get todecide who's good for me! I do!”

“Butthat's the thing!” Derek says, slumping against the door. “Ithought you did! I thought you decided I wasn't good enough! And youwere preparing me for the end.” He closes his eyes, taking deepbreaths. Stiles watches him try to calm himself down and waits,angry, confused. “You were pulling away, talking more about yourfriends, about going on vacations, wanting to climb a mountain. I'm –I'm not like that. Inever was. I just thought – that was the end, you know? That wasthe limit of where we could go together.”

Stiles feels himself breaking and lets go of Derek's shirt only to slump against his chest. “Youidiot.” He whimpers. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”He whispers, feels the tears beginning to drop. He can't believe he'sthe cause of this, the cause of Derek's suffering, of his ownsuffering. He can't believe he let Derek think he wasn't good enough,even though he is. Heis everything. “I didn't – I never –”

“I'msorry too.” Derek says, arms circling Stiles' waist and pulling himcloser. “I should have talked to you. I should've tried harder.”

“Weboth should.” Stiles says, hears a sniff and realizes they are bothcrying. God, what a fucking mess they made. “You're more thanenough. You – I love you.I've never loved anyone else.”

“Meneither.” Derek answers. “I love you so much, it hurts me. I wantto keep you forever. And losing you, I can't –”

“Youdidn't.” Stiles touches Derek's hair, holds onto his shouldersbecause he can't trust his legs anymore. “You won't.”

“We'llbe together?”

“Yes,”Stiles laughs, cries, breathes forthe first time in months, “together.”

Forever.

[tony-luvv]

Can you do this old Prompt: Tony mpreg –> After Civil War (-movie) Tony has a one night stand and ends up pregnant, he’s far too much focused on his high risk pregnancy to care about the avengers legal troubles. Vision and Rhodey overing,and more tony mpreg.

ANON HOW DID YOU KNOW!!! Day and night I think about Post CACW Tony not giving a single fuck about Team Cap, his only concern going to his child(ren). I literally could not stop thinking about this and i had to write something. I hope you like it.

“Mr. Stark?” The Doctor was leaning over him, trying tocapture his wandering attention span.

Weakly, almost like his brain couldn’t put together thesounds to respond, “Yeah, I’m listening.” He wasn’t. The doctor went back toexplaining the ‘next steps’ as they were putting it. But Tony was stuck atstart.

Pregnant. Henever thought that word would be directed at him. He was careful, he took everystep into making sure this wouldn’t happen. Condoms, birth control but stillhere he was. Sitting, alone with the only doctor he could trust enough to examhim.

Dr. Michael Oddman (and boy did he live up to the last name)was someone that Tony had stumbled across years ago. It took a real long timefor Tony to be comfortable with the man, but Doc never changed just smiled thatsame goofy smile and told Tony if he was good he’d get a lollipop. Aside fromhis out-there personality Dr. Oddman was a great doctor and has been able to keepup with Tony and his own out-there personality for the past decade or so.

“You’re not listening to me Mr. Stark and I was going tothrow in a sticker with your lollipop today.” Dr. Oddman sighed and shook hishead at the omega. “Honestly I don’t know why I bother to explain anything, I’llmake sure to send all the correct information about the next steps of yourpregnancy to Ms. FRIDAY.”

Dr. Oddman was shuffling papers on his desk when Tony finallyseemed to come out of his shock a little bit. “Doc what do I do?”

“That’s for you and your alpha to figure out….” The betadoctor scribbled down a few more annotations and then turned around to face hismost loyal patient. Looking at the omega the doctor jumped and then quicklymoved to bring the younger man into his arms. Tears were streaming down thebillionaires face, eyes wide open and looking lost.

“I don’t,” He choked back a sob, “I don’t know.”

“Know what Mr. Stark?” The doctor was shocked, all the timesthe omega came to him, whether it was reluctantly or barely conscious andheavily injured, he never saw Mr.Stark shed a tear.

“The alpha, I was upset, drunk. Hooked up with a randomstranger, I don’t even know their name.”

Dr. Oddman just pulled the disheveled omega closer, rubbinghis trembling back while he shed silent tears into his doctor’s coat. “It’s goingto be okay Mr. Stark, we’ll figure this out. I promise.”

When Dr. Oddman made a promise, he kept that promise. True tohis word the doctor helped him figure everything out. When Dr. Oddman’s shift endedthat night he ventured to Mr. Stark’s San Francisco condo, where the omegawould stay when he was recuperating or needed to see his primary doctor. Acouple years ago Dr. Oddman had moved to San Francisco when he got offered a positionhe could turn down. When he told his patients about his move most were sad tosee him go but wished him the best of luck. When Mr. Stark found out, he boughta condo within walking distance of his job.

So that’s where the doctor went, together with the help ofFRIDAY they got to work. They set up a doctor’s schedule for Mr. Stark and showedthe man a few trusted doctors that he would have to see throughout hispregnancy. Laying out the basics of his new diet (which was very strict due tohis health issues, arc reactor damage was not good for baby conception), someexercises that he should start now to help with his ankles and back furtherdown the road.

It was a lot to take in but Tony was feeling a lot betterthan he had when the news was broken to him.

Later that night after Dr. Oddman had gone home in search ofsome much needed rest and he had his next four steps planned out and FRIDAYlooking into someone high rated parenting books, Tony laid in bed. Curled tightaround his stomach, one hand gently rubbing over his still flat stomach Tonywhispered into the dark of his bedroom, “We’re going to be okay.”

Months later hidden in the depths of Wakanda, a team of felonsraged on.

“I can’t believe! A year, a full fucking year we’ve been hereand Stark hasn’t done a damn thing to bring us home.”

“Clint please…”

“No Cap, this is bullshit. We’ve been here a year and are nocloser to going home than we were three months ago. I would have thought thatwe would have been home months ago, yet it’s a year and not a single thing hasbeen done to get us back to the US.” Clint was furious, he was missing precioustime with his kids and wife, he hasn’t even been able to communicate with themoutside of a few letters he was able to get to the with T’Challa’s help. Scottfelt the same, although he was feeling less anger than the archer.

“I hate to say it Cap but I miss being state side, Wakanda’snice and all but I feel like were just sitting pretty in a fancy cell.” Sam wasright, The UN was still out for them, arrest warrants out for all of them afterGermany and him breaking the team out of the raft. During their time away Stevehad tried to reach out to Tony but he never heard anything from the other man.

T’Challa was an amazing host, keeping them safe in hismansion while also trying his hardest to clear their names without rising anysuspicions. One night he had pulled Steve aside and admitted that short of somesort of disaster that without Tony’s help, he didn’t think he’d ever be able toget them home.

For months the UN argued and debated on what to do about theRogue Avengers. Some wanted their blood, others were trying to be practical.

“Without Iron Man we need other supers to help protect us.”

“They are nothing but criminals, why let them off so easily?”

“We need a defense in the case of another event such as NewYork.”

“They deserve to rot in jail cells for the ignorance and destruction.”

“I’m not sure if I or my people would feel safer at the handsof the Rogue Avengers.”

“After all that I’ve seen I’d rather put my trust and safetyin the hands of Iron Man.”

“Iron Man isn’t here, who do we have?”

“We could work out a deal with the Rogue Avengers, or reachout to Mr. Stark.”

“Where isTony Stark?”

And there it is. The million dollar question everyone wantsanswered. Where is the superhero Iron Man?

A few miles of the shores of Lake Eire, a baby cried in thearms of his mother.

“Aw baby,” Tony Stark, the man everyone was looking forgently lifted his 3 month old baby boy into his arms. Bouncing and rocking therestless pup in the cradle of his arms. “Shh, hush now little one.” The omegarocked back and forth, his pup held tight against his chest, gently rocking himand cooing to calm his cries. When his baby started to calm he brought him awayfrom his face so he could see those pudgy cheeks. Hazel eyes that flashed goldwhen the sun caught them just right stared up into the geniuses eyes.

“There you are,” He gazed adoringly at his child. Littlehands waved about and the little tatter tot gurgled at his mother happily. “Comeon nugget, the stars shine bright tonight.”

Happy gurgles and breathy sounds seemed to agree with him sohe made his way to the second floor back deck that was just outside hisbedroom. Outside Tony stood under the dark night skin that shined bright withhundreds of stars. To most the sky would have been breath taking but to Tonynothing compared to the little bundle of life in his arms.

That night, the stars shined bright, glittering in greetingas if the universe was speaking to them, whispering with the cool breeze.

Because the universe knew, Julien Edwin Stark was going to be okay.

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Injections - Pack Mom (part one)

Scott hurried down the hallway of the school to see his best friend, Stiles talking to his beta Liam at his locker. "Hey" Scott greeted them happily relieved that the school day was almost over. "Ok so to over the plan one last time, after school we meet up at my jeep and head to the Hale loft. The girls will meet us there for the pack meeting." Stiles recapped. "We need to stop by work first," Scott told him. Stiles and Liam looked at him confused. "Liam and I need to get the shots Deaton made especially for us", Scott told him. Stiles remembered and nodded. "Shots?" Liam asked nervously. "You'll be fine, I'll explain everything on the way down", Scott reassured his beta. For the rest of the afternoon during his Biology and English class, all Liam could think about was the need for werewolf shots that Scott had mentioned. He couldn't help but feel nervous. "Come on, dude. You're a werewolf? You can handle some tiny shots", Mason reassured him as they walked to their last class together. Liam sighed. He secretly hoped that the class would drag as slow as possible but 50 minutes, the bell rang and the teacher dismissed everyone. Liam said goodbye to Mason and went to meet his alpha and his best friend at the jeep like they planned. "Come on, Liam. Where have you been? We're going to be late" Stiles expressed in annoyance as Liam slowly trudged to his jeep and got in. "Do we have to have the shots?" Liam asked the older boys. "Depends, do you want to live?" Stiles asked sarcastically glancing at the nervous beta through his mirror who huffed in response. They arrived at the clinic in no time and were greeted by Deaton who lead them to the back room to administer the shots. "Welcome, boys. Derek informed me you have a pack meeting so I'd think you'd want this to be over as quick as possible?" He stated picking up the needle and looked between the true alpha and his beta. "Who wants to go first? Liam?" Deaton asked but the beta shook his head. Scott went instead taking the shot like a champ. "See? There's nothing to be afraid of", he reassured the young beta as he rolled down the sleeve of his shirt. "Your turn, Liam", Deaton said picking up the second needle. "No!" The beta yelled and ran out of the clinic. "Liam!" Scott yelled and chased after him with Stiles and the veterinarian behind him. They found the young beta outside hugging the large metal pole reusing to move. Scott wrapped his arms around Liam and tried to pry him off of it using his werewolf strength. "Liam, you're being a baby. Come on, it's not that bad." Scott told him trying to pull him off but the scared beta only held on tighter. "No!" Liam yelled back. "Liam, what do we have to do for you to get the shot?" Stiles sighed. "I want momma". Liam replied timidly. "Really? You can't get a small shot without your mommy being here?" Stiles teased him joking. "Get momma or I'm not moving!" Liam yelled tightening his hold on the pole. Scott sighed and began to dial Y/N's number. "Hello?" She immediately picked up. "Hey, Y/N. Are you busy?" He asked down the line. "Hey Scott, no I just finished putting snacks out for the meeting. Where are you boys? I didn't think getting shots would take this long?" She asked them. "Yeah, about that...?" He began. "What is it?" Y/N asked concern lacing her tone. "Well I've had mine but Liam refuses to have his unless you're here", Scott told her. "Where is he? Put him on the phone." She instructed him. "It's Y/N, she wants to speak to you", Scott told Liam as he put her on speaker. "Liam, baby are you there?" She asked. "Momma?", Liam replies. "Hi baby, what's wrong? Scott said you haven't had your shot yet?" She cooed at him. "It'll hurt, momma", Liam told her. "Only for a second, honey and that's it. Do you want me to meet you there?" She asked him. "Yes and hurry", Scott told her down the phone answering for Liam. "I'll be there in a minute", she told them and hung up. Y/N took the keys to Derek's Camaro and told him she was meeting the boys at the clinic and would be back soon. She pulled up at the back entrance of the animal clinic and saw Liam hugging the pole as Scott and Stiles both attempted to pull him off of it. "I'm here!" She yelled as she slammed the door shut and clicked the lock button shoving the key in her jeans pocket as she headed to the boys. "Liam, baby", Y/N called him softly. "Momma!" Liam cried and let go of the pole as he raised his arms at her like a needy toddler. She engulfed him in a hug and helped him up as the boy now clung to her waist. "Hi baby, Scott says you haven't had your shot yet?" She stated. Liam nodded his head. "I don't want it, it'll hurt", he pouted up at her. She pressed a loving kiss to his forehead. "It'll only hurt for a second, sweetheart. I promise", she told him. "Come on, let's go inside". She instructed him. She followed the older boys and Deaton back to the room. "Sit on the table please, Liam", Deaton asked him politely but Liam shook his head tightening his grip on Y/N. She sighed. He wasn't going to budge. She instructed the older boys to go to the waiting room. She then sat down on the chair and pulled Liam onto her lap. She gently rolled his sleeve up for Deaton to access a part of his upper arm. "No momma!" Liam began to sob scared of the needle. She hushed him softly and gently rocked him in her arms to calm him down. "Sssh, it's ok, baby. It's going to be ok. Momma's here". She cooed. "This is what we're going to do. You're going to lay your head on momma's shoulder, close your eyes and count with me ok?" She told him making sure he was comfortable in her arms and began counting. "Ok, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5", she began. When she got to 6, she gave Deaton a nod who knew it was then he would have to administer the shot. "6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11" she continued. Liam began to count with her. His eyes closed as he rest against her shoulder just as she had asked. Deaton wiped Liam's arm with a warm cotton pad doused in alcohol acting as a disinfectant and within a second the shot was administered. Liam didn't flinch and instead continued to count. Y/N pressed a kiss to his forehead and gently rubbed his forearm with her thumb as she looked down with a smile at how adorable he looked bundled in her arms. "12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20" the young beta continued. "Liam, you can stop counting now sweetheart. It's over. You did such a good job, I'm so proud of you, baby", she told him pressing a kiss to his cheek. "It's done?" Liam asked. "All done", Deaton confirmed with a nod and smile. "Good job, that wasn't so bad was it?" He asked the young beta who blushed in Y/N's arms. "Thank you, Alan", Y/N smiled up at the vet. "My pleasure", he simply responded. "Are there any side effects to this?" She asked him standing up as Liam continued to hug her waist as she played with his hair idly. "There may be a slight rise in his temperature but other than that, he's should be fine." Deaton told her. "Thanks again, Alan. Take care." She smiled as she walked out with Liam clinging to her hand. "Did he get it?" Stiles asked. "He did, like a champ. Didn't you baby?", she cooed playfully at the young beta. "Did he also give you a lollipop for being a good boy?" Stiles playfully teased Liam ruffling his hair who turned away from him and hugged Y/N. "Stiles." Y/N warned him in an authoritative tone. "Great job, Liam", Scott praised his beta patting him on the shoulder. "We'll meet you at the loft. Derek and the girls are probably waiting for us." Scott added to which Y/N nodded in agreement. "We should head back". She stated. The boys nodded and got into the jeep. "Come on, sweetie. Buckle up so we can head home". She told Liam putting on her seat belt and starting the engine. Liam nodded and rest his head against the headrest as Y/N drove them home. "Momma, I don't feel well". Liam told her as Y/N pulled up at the front of the loft seeing that they were the first to arrive with the older boys probably behind them. "What's wrong, honey?" Y/N asked taking off her seatbelt and turning to face Liam seeing the beta slumped down in his seat. "My head hurts". He pouted. Y/N pressed the back of her hand against his cheek to take his temperature and could feel he was slightly warm. "Deaton said you'd get a little temperature. Don't worry, sweetheart. Momma will take care of you". She told him pressing a kiss to his forehead. They headed into the loft. Y/N was greeted by Derek who pressed a kiss to her cheek and ruffled Liam's hair followed by "heys" from Lydia and Malia who were sat at the kitchen table going through homework notes together. "How did it go?" The older alpha asked. "He did really well." She told him smiling down at Liam. "Great job, pup". Derek praised him. Not long after, Scott and Stiles finally arrived and walked into the loft carrying pizza boxes. "We brought food!" Stiles yelled as he walked in carrying boxes behind Scott who also had boxes and litre drink bottles in his hand. "I guess we're having dinner first". Derek stated as he went to the kitchen to get plates followed by Lydia who offered to give him a hand. Y/N had Liam sit on the couch as she went to plate up the food for everyone making a plate for Liam. "Here you go, honey". She smiled handing him his plate as she took one of the large napkins and put it around his neck like a bib. Liam hungrily dug into his plate and even welcomed seconds. After dinner, everyone was in the living room laughing and talking casually as others sat at the dining table continuing research. Y/N was stood talking to Derek when she noticed Liam laying down on the couch and approached him. "Liam, are you feeling ok sweetheart?" She asked leaning down kiss his cheek and brush his hair away from his face. "Everything hurts, momma". Liam whined. "I know baby, you just need to rest." She reassured him. Liam continued to whine and made grabby hands up at her. Y/N couldn't say no to him. She sat down beside him and the young beta immediately crawled on to her lap and rest his head against her shoulder. She smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead gently rocking him in her arms. "Momma?" Liam asked her sleepily. "Sssh, just rest baby. Momma's right here". She cooed softly. "Should we postpone the meeting until tomorrow?" Derek asked her with a smile on his face as he sat down beside his girlfriend as she took care of the pack's youngest beta. "I think the shot scared him a little", she told him looking down to see Liam's eyes fluttering shut. "That and he wants all of your attention", Derek chuckled at how Liam was tucked up in Y/N's arms like a toddler. "He's allowed to, he's my baby", she told him. "Mama Wolf is coming out", Derek teased her playfully as Y/N chuckled shaking her head at him. "Go ahead with the meeting. I can fill Liam in tomorrow", she told him. Derek nodded and asked everyone to get settled so he could begin. The meeting lasted for 30 minutes and everyone soon dispersed and headed home leaving Y/N, Derek and Liam at the loft. Liam was still asleep so Y/N had Derek carry Liam up into the spare bedroom where he mostly stayed. She followed behind, tucking Liam into bed and pressed a kiss to cheek. "Goodnight, sweetheart", she whispered checking to make sure he had everything one last time before leaving him to sleep.

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BLOODY SUNRISE CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The next two days were spent fortifying their temporary home in case it needed to become more permanent. Safety measures were taken for each entrance. Downstairs windows were boarded up to prevent Geeks from smashing inside. Caitlin devised a latch and rope mechanism for both the front and back doors, so they could be barricaded quickly with just the yank of a cord. And the bodies of the Geeks they’d killed were left to add their repulsive stench to their wards.

They turned the farmhouse into a fortress.

The perfect place to get their bearings. To debate their future. To plan.

Caitlin first noticed something was wrong when Booker reached for a can on a high shelf and halted stiffly.

It was only for a second or two, and he shook it off, but she couldn’t deny the pit that formed in her stomach.

That night, when he’d playfully hauled her close, she’d instinctively grabbed his shoulders and Booker grunted in pain, flinching away from her.

“Jack?”

Then she remembered. They’d never cleaned his wound. They’d been stuck in that filthy basement for a whole day, praying the Geeks wouldn’t notice them, and had completely forgotten his cut.

“Let me see it,” she ordered, already pulling his shirt up.

“Cae, don’t—”

“Would you stop fighting me, and just take your shirt off?”

He snorted. “Wish you were sayin’ that under different circumstances.”

“Off. Now.”

Booker relented, tugging on the fabric. But as he went to lift his arms, he hissed in pain, and Caitlin helped him the rest of the way.

The gash on his shoulder was a deep, angry red, the skin around it inflamed and swollen. Just looking at it made her queasy.

“Jack, this looks infected,” she said, barely touching the skin around it and feeling how hot it was.

“Nah, it’ll be alright.”

She glared at him. “What, are you gonna wish real hard and hope it goes away?”

“I’ve been washin’ it, keepin’ it dry…”

“I don’t think any of that matters if you were cut by a rusty nail.” She frowned as she inspected it again. “I’m getting Nicole so she can look.”

Booker grabbed her wrist to stop her. “Darlin’ don’t, she’s prob’ly asleep.”

“And you’re gonna end up with gangrene or something.” She was out the bedroom door before he could convince her otherwise.

Luckily Nicole wasn’t asleep at all, and in another moment Booker had two women concerned over him.

“That’s definitely infected,” Nicole said.

Caitlin tossed a look at Booker. “See?”

He huffed. “Fine, I’ll wipe it down with somethin’ and slap some Neosporin on there.”

Nicole frowned. “I don’t know, Booker… When was the last time you had a tetanus shot?”

Leaning his forearms into his thighs, Booker shrugged. “Dunno… When I was in the service maybe?”

“How long ago was that?”

“A while.”

Nicole chewed her bottom lip as she looked over his wound again.

“Scott would know more than me…” She murmured. “But I think the best thing to do now is try to clean it with something like rubbing alcohol and put a compress on there to draw out the infection.”

Booker glanced at Caitlin. “The kit have rubbin’ alcohol?”

“I think so.” She was already on her way to getting it from downstairs. When she returned, she opened it up on the bed. “There’s alcohol wipes… Will that work?”

“It’s better than nothing,” Nicole told her. “Is there gauze and tape?”

“Yeah,” she said, holding it all up.

Nicole took it from her, ripping open a wipe. Caitlin found the small bottle of rubbing alcohol, but it was nearly gone. They used it anyway.

Booker flinched when Caitlin poured it over his cut, but he didn’t say anything. After a minute of tending to him, they covered his gash with gauze and tapped it up, careful not to push too hard on the irritated skin.

“Take a couple Tylenol before you go to bed and sleep on your other side,” Nicole told him, helping to repack their First Aid kit. “We’ll have to keep an eye on it for the next few days and change the bandages as often as possible to keep it clean.”

“Thanks, Doc,” he said with a grin, standing up.

Patting his arm, Nicole wished them both good night and shut the door behind her.

As soon as the lock clicked, Booker was reaching for Caitlin, but she swatted his hands.

“You need rest.”

“Cae—”

“Nope. I’m getting you Tylenol and water and you’re going to bed, mister.”

He rolled his eyes but there was a fondness in his smile that warmed her chest. Booker was letting her take care of him for a change. He’d let her in.

Heading for the hall bathroom, she searched the medicine cabinet and found the right bottle of extra strength pills. She paused, filling a water cup, staring at the pale green pattern around the rim.

If the world wasn’t broken, their life would look an awful lot like this.

The house from her dream, with the butter yellow curtains and big kitchen table. The ring on her finger. Dinners together in front of the TV. Getting a wine buzz at eight-thirty at night on a Tuesday. Lazy weekends spent tangled together in bed.

Work. Neighborhood cookouts. Anniversaries. Maybe even kids.

It would have been a good life.

But if the world wasn’t broken, they may have never found each other.

A trade off she didn’t have the heart to wish for.

Going back to their borrowed bedroom, she handed Booker his medicine and the water glass, and watched him swallow.

“Don’t I get a lollipop for bein’ a good patient?” He winked at her.

She grinned and motioned for him to get into bed. “When you’re healed up I’ll give you a surprise.”

“Lookin’ forward to it.”

She fell asleep with Booker’s arms wrapped around her, and dreamt of the house, the ring, the life they’d just have to do without.

                                                               ***

Caitlin awoke to a room cast in grey light and a strange shuddering noise in her ear.

Blinking, she rolled her head on the pillow, trying to get her bearings.

The mattress was trembling behind her and she turned to look. “Booker?”

He had the comforter pulled all the way up to his temple, arms crossed in front of him as he shivered.

“Jack?” She turned over, facing him. “Hey, Jack…”

“Cold in here, ain’t it,” he muttered, teeth clacking together.

Panic spiked through her. The room was balmy no thanks to the summer heat and she was sweating through her tee shirt. She hadn’t felt a chill in weeks.

Pressing the back of her hand to his cheek, she gasped. “Jack, you’re burning up.”

He grunted, damp forehead wrinkling in a frown. “’M’alright.”

“No, no you’re not.” Flinging the blankets back, she clamored out of bed, running to get more Tylenol and water.

The noise of doors slamming open brought Nicole out of her room, rubbing her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

Caitlin didn’t slow as she rushed back to the bedroom. “Booker’s sick.”

That woke Nicole up immediately. “Fever?”

“And chills,” Caitlin told her, kneeling on the bed. “Jack? Jack, sit up, you gotta take this.”

Barely aware, he pushed onto his forearm, but was so weak he couldn’t keep himself up. Cupping the back of his head, Caitlin angled him to open his mouth for the tablets and water.

“Do you have a thermometer?” Nicole asked, rummaging through the kit.

“No, and there isn’t one in the bathroom.”

Nicole mimicked Caitlin’s test, pressing her hand to Booker’s face.

“Jesus, he’s on fire.”

Caitlin’s throat threatened to close. “It’s the infection, right? It got worse, we didn’t catch it in time.”

Nicole grimaced. “I think so.” Looking to her friend, she said, “We gotta get his fever down.”

Ripping the blankets off him, Caitlin was already fighting to lift Booker off the bed. “Help me get him to the shower.” Looping her arm under his, she said, “Jack? Jack, I need you to stand up, okay?”

He was ghostly pale and shivering so badly he couldn’t walk a straight line. It took an incredible amount of effort, but they finally got him into the tub, propping him against the wall.

Caitlin winced as she turned the cold-water knob. “Sorry, Booker.”

He let out a surprised groan as the spray hit him and ducked his head to keep his face out of it.

“This isn’t going to be enough,” Nicole told her. “We need ice.”

“You saw the fridge downstairs, it’s been busted for weeks. We don’t have ice.”

Nicole’s concerned stare darted to Booker. “How much Tylenol do we have left?”

“Half a bottle,” she said, splashing cool water on the back of his neck and the insides of his wrists.

Caitlin’s rib cage suddenly felt too tight under her skin, organs being squeezed. She couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t how this was supposed to happen…

“’M okay, songbird,” Booker mumbled, streams of water running down his brow ridge. “I’ll be alright.”

She wanted to cry. He was on the verge of blood poisoning, fever nearly frying his brain, and he was still trying to comfort her.

“Nicole, double check the bathrooms, the kitchen, anywhere you can think. Pain meds, antibiotics, look for it all, okay?”

Nicole nodded and hurried out, leaving Caitlin to tend to Booker.

“Y’getting’ bossy?” Booker asked, tilting his head to try to look at her.

She smiled, despite the fear bubbling up her esophagus. “You know you like it.”

Combing her fingers through his wet hair, she comforted him as the icy water rained down. He was drenched and shivering but never complained.

She cupped his jaw, running her thumb over his cheek.

You’re gonna be okay.

I’m here.

I love you.

Nicole returned minutes later carrying a grungy bottle of generic aspirin and a couple washcloths. “This was all I could find.”

Caitlin nodded her thanks, but dread had a firm grasp on her insides.

Booker was only going to get worse. He needed antibiotics to fight the infection, more Tylenol to bring his fever down.

They were already running out of time.

“Songbird,” he mumbled, reaching for her hand weakly. “Don’t…”

Don’t worry.

Don’t leave.

Don’t put yourself at risk for me.

Gripping his fingers, she clenched her jaw.

It was the only time she’d ever refuse to listen to him.

                                                               ***

Zipping her pack, Caitlin ran through the list in her head.

Enough water for a day, the revolver was loaded, and she had half a box of ammo, she was taking the hatchet from the shed, the map…

“Caitlin, I should go,” Nicole said from behind her. “You should be here with Booker.”

She shook her head. “You’re still recovering, I’m not going to make you go on a run by yourself.”

“Then let me come with you.”

“Booker’s in no condition to take care of himself, especially if another herd of Geeks comes through.”

“It’s too dangerous,” Nicole said, pitch rising with worry. “And we’re miles from any store—”

“I can make it.” She finished checking her pack and slung it over her shoulder.

“At least take the Jeep.”

Caitlin shook her head. “You need it. In case something happens, you take Booker and you get the hell out.”

“What about you?”

Her gaze was level on her friend as she said, “I’ll find you.”

Nicole blinked back angry tears. “How? How will you know where to go, how will we find you?”

“I found you once before, I’ll find you again.”

Nicole gripped the back of the kitchen chair so tight her knuckles went white. “Caitlin—” She cut herself off, taking a deep breath. “This is reckless. You shouldn’t go out there alone, without anyone to watch your back. And what if something happens to you? How will we know? What do I tell Booker if you don’t come home?”

Her resolve was already steel in her bones.

“Booker’s infection is only going to get worse,” she said. “I will not just sit here and watch my lover die knowing full well there’s something I can do to help him. I survived almost a month on my own, I can handle a day trip into town.”

Anger and worry etched deep lines in Nicole’s face. “Caitlin—”

“I know. I’m scared too.” After a moment, she jerked her chin at the paper clutched in Nicole’s other hand. “Did you write down what I need to get?”

Nodding, she handed it to her. “I wrote out the three antibiotics I remember, and the generic name in case that’s all they have.”

“Thank you.” Tucking the paper into her jeans pocket, Caitlin adjusted her pack. “If I’m not back by tomorrow—”

“Please don’t,” Nicole interrupted, tremor in her voice. “It feels like you’re jinxing it or something.”

Caitlin held her stare and said, “The Jeep is packed with emergency supplies. It’s enough to last you a week. Booker will fight you tooth and nail, but you have to promise me you’ll get him out too.”

Nicole nodded once.

“Good.” Caitlin headed for the door. Hand on the knob, she glanced over her shoulder. “Stay safe.”

She left before she could hear Nicole’s teary response.

                                                               ***

She prayed to a god she wasn’t sure she believed in.

Booker believed. Maybe that was enough. Maybe God would listen on his behalf.

It was well past noon before the first viable township came into view. She could see the clusters of Geeks trudging through the streets, but nothing like the herd from days before.

She could outrun them. Fight them if she had to.

The broken Walgreens sign was her only beacon, a filthy lighthouse she couldn’t help but place all her hope in.

She managed to avoid a few Geeks by sheer speed alone. She stuck to alleys, careful not to get herself trapped in with any undead.

Clearly the place had been looted weeks before, the back door swinging open with ease. She wanted to rush in, but she knew the odds of a zombie being inside and she couldn’t risk being hasty.

Holding her breath, she listened.

Something was knocking around in an aisle, maybe a few meters away.

Adjusting her grip on the hatchet, Caitlin slipped inside, easing the door shut behind her.

Head on a swivel, Cae, Booker’s voice echoed in her head. Slow and steady. Clear a place before you start scavenging. Don’t need any surprises.

He’d been such a stickler for securing a building. Military training rearing its head each time they went out for supplies.

Aisle by aisle she searched for the thing making noise—metal on metal, clink-clinking and scuffling.

Rounding a corner, she saw movement and jerked back, pulse spiking.

Easy. Don’t get spooked. Just take it out clean, just like I showed you.

Inhaling, she tightened her grip on the hatchet and moved forward.

The possum devouring the contents of a busted can lifted its head and hissed, clearly upset at the disturbance.

Caitlin covered her mouth to stop from crying out, and then to stifle her laughter.

A possum. Of course.

Booker would have killed it anyway—good meat, he’d say—but she left the thing alone. They both needed the win.

She finished clearing the small store and beelined for the pharmacy at the back. Surprisingly most of the prescriptions had been left alone, but that was probably due to the fact they were almost all antidepressants and allergy medicine.

Pulling out the slip of paper, she reread Nicole’s writing. There had to be at least one bottle of antibiotics…

Groaning in frustration, she hopped over the counter, heading for the back. Searching the shelves frantically, Caitlin discovered bottles marked alphabetically and squatted down near the section she thought might prove fruitful.

Reading a label again, she checked the paper once more and nearly cried. It was the brand name antibiotic Nicole said would work fastest.

“Oh, thank God,” she whispered, grabbing the container and dumping the pills into the plastic bag she’d brought.

In her elation she spotted a small amount of Vicodin and grabbed that too, stuffing it into her pack.

Her last item—fever reducer—was easy to find closer to where the filled prescriptions were kept. She had just tucked the bottle in with the antibiotics when she heard another door swing open, heavy boots crunching on debris.

“Man, I told you—”

“Shut up, idiot, it’s in the back.”

Caitlin dropped down into a squat, hiding behind the counter. These were not Geeks, nor were they the voices she expected from a military goon squad.

Two sets of boots stomped through the store, kicking at cans and casually searching the shelves.

“Ain’t nothin’ left in here t’eat,” one man said.

“We’ll eat after we get what we came for.”

Her heart thundered in her chest. They were coming closer.

Caitlin scanned the back of the pharmacy section. No exit.

Shit.

Silently crawling behind another shelving unit, she hoped she could wait them out. The two men were making enough noise to bring down a cluster of Geeks if they weren’t careful.

“What’s Well-Bu-trin?” One sounded out.

“I dunno, I think it makes ya happy or sumthin’.”

Caitlin prayed they were there for allergy pills.

She was wrong.

“Oh, shit man, grab that Xanax.”

“Why?”

“You ever crush that shit up and snort it? Fuckin’ get ya lit, man.”

Caitlin scowled. Great, she was trapped with a couple of pill poppers.

The world might’ve ended, but people never changed.

She waited and waited but they didn’t leave. And then one of them said to go to the back ‘where the good shit was’ and she knew she was in trouble.

Just when she thought running for it might be her only option, a pair of filthy boots came into view and suddenly she was staring up at one of the guys hunting for something stronger than Claritin.

“Oh-ho!” He hollered. “What’ve we got here?”

He had her by the arm before she could blink, hauling her up.

His face was streaked with dirt and his breath smelled rotten, like he hadn’t used a toothbrush in years.

“Earl?” The other hopped the counter. “Ohhh shit.”

The one holding her arm—Earl—glared down at her. “Whatcha doin’ hiding’ back here, girl?”

Yanking out of his grasp, Caitlin backed up, putting some distance between her and the two men.

“I was just leaving.” She gripped the strap of her pack and started to walk around Earl.

The other stepped in front of her. “What you got in that bag, lil girl?”

Caitlin sneered. “Tampons. Lots and lots of them.”

Earl grimaced while his buddy laughed.

“Ain’t none of those back here,” he said, glancing around at the pharmacy collection.

“Mack, they ain’t got any Oxy,” Earl called from where he was searching the shelves.

Caitlin’s stare bounced between the two men. For a moment she thought about bribing her freedom from them with the Vicodin but decided against it. They wouldn’t get a thing from her.

Mack turned to look at her. “What you really got in that bag, huh?”

“Nothing you want.”

“Oh?” Mack took a step forward. “You sure about that?”

Earl was circling behind her while Mack moved closer. They were pinning her between them.

“Betcha she took it,” Earl said, boots scuffing on the tile.

“Betcha she’s got somethin’ good in there,” Mack added, eyeing her bag.

“I don’t have anything, you assholes.”

“Oh, she’s a live one, Earl.” Mack chuckled, glancing at his buddy. “You’re sure holdin’ onto that pack awfully tight.”

Caitlin didn’t even blink.

Show no fear.

“Look, I don’t want any trouble,” she said. “Like I said, I was just leaving.”

“’Cept you might be leavin’ with what we want.”

Trying not to curl her lip, she said, “I don’t have any OxyContin.”

Earl slammed his fist against the shelf, making her jump.

“Then where’d it all go?”

Idiots. Two pill popping idiots.

“Probably with one of the other hundreds of people who looted this place,” she snapped, glaring over her shoulder. “Looks like you boys were too late.” Gaze shifting to Mack, she added, “Now, I have somewhere to be. So—”

Mack lifted the tire iron he’d been carrying, pointing it at her. “You ain’t goin’ anywhere ‘til we look in that bag.”

“I’ve got a water bottle, a granola bar, and a map.” She pegged him with a hard stare. “Are you really gonna kill me over that?”

His grin was jagged and pure evil. “You think I ain’t killed for less?”

Caitlin’s blood ran cold. These were not men she could bargain with, reason with, or even appeal to their selfish natures. They would take whatever they could from her, and that wasn’t limited to narcotics.

Before she could react, Earl was shoving her forward, grabbing her pack off her shoulder. Mack caught her as she stumbled, twisting her around and holding her by the throat.

“Gotcha,” he laughed in her ear.

As she struggled against him, Earl unzipped her bag to find the Ziploc filled with pills.

“Looks like you’re a lyin’ bitch,” Mack snarled.

“It’s antibiotics,” she told them, straining with his hand around her windpipe.

Earl shook the bag and Mack tsked.

“Yeah, and I’m Santa Claus.”

If someone’s got you from behind, whaddya do? Booker’s voice echoed, the self-defense lessons he gave her rushing back. Easiest parts of a man to hit are his feet, his shins, his groin, his nose.

Mack laughed next to her head, breath just as rank as Earl’s. Caitlin forced herself to inhale deeply, steadying herself.

Strongest weapons you got are already a part of you. Heels, elbows, skull. G’head, show me.

She closed her eyes.

Show ‘em, Cae.

Caitlin brought her heel down on Mack’s toe, and the man yelled. Before he knew what was happening, she reared back, slamming the back of her head into his nose. Blood splattered onto her shoulder as he screamed. With as much force as she could gather, Caitlin jabbed her elbow into his side, and then again lower, and Mack buckled like he was made of popsicle sticks.

“Fuck you!” He rolled on the floor, arms doubled over his groin.

Earl dropped her stuff, rushing for her.

Keep your thumb over those two knuckles, don’t aim for the jaw, go for the nose.

She did just that—Fist colliding with Earl’s nose with a sickening crunch. Blood poured over her hand and down his face as he toppled.

While the men reeled from their injuries, Caitlin ran to gather up her stuff, shoving all the medicine back into her bag.

“You fuckin’ bitch!” Mack yelled, forcing himself to his knees. “I’ll kill you!”

She started to run but Earl grabbed her ankle and she tripped, sprawling on the floor. Kicking out, her heel landed against Earl’s thumb, and she heard it snap. He screamed and let go.

Scrambling, she grabbed her bag and darted for the exit.

Shocking pain lanced up the back of her head and for a split second, her vision was black. Caitlin dropped to the floor again, clutching her head.

The clatter of metal was the only clue as to what hit her. Mack had thrown his tire iron.

Her ears rang, and she curled onto her side as blood seeped through her fingers.

Booker... She had to get back to Booker.

Flipping onto her stomach, she clawed at the tile, dragging herself forward.

“I’ll kill you,” Mack was shouting but it sounded distant to her. “You think you can get away from me?”

The pain was so intense it made her queasy, but Caitlin kept moving, kept pushing onto her hands and knees. Her pack had skidded under a shelf, but she could see it through her tunneling vision.

A hand was on her leg, yanking her backwards. She screamed, flailing her arms out, trying to grab onto anything.

Her fingers circled around something heavy and solid and she twisted, trying to stop herself before she was too close to her attacker.

She registered the sound before anything else.

Like ice crunching under a steel-toed boot.

Blinking, she could finally focus. Could finally see what she’d swung, and what she’d hit.

Mack’s tire iron was bloody and clutched in her hand.

His head was split, gushing red like something out of a horror movie.

Mouth gaping, he collapsed in a heap next to her, unmoving.

If he wasn’t dead, he would be soon.

Gasping, Caitlin pushed away from his body, forcing her feet under her. She was finally upright, but she was swaying violently as she ran to grab her pack.

She heard Earl yelling behind her. He was calling out for Mack, screaming at her, saying she’d killed him.

Better him than her.

Retrieving her backpack, she yanked it onto her shoulder and stopped.

She was injured, concussed, weak. She’d just murdered a man, and his friend was close to coming after her.

Her gaze drifted towards the front of the store.

At first, she thought the shadows were spots in her vision, but when she focused, she could make out the heads and hands all bobbing and grabbing at the windows and doors.

Geeks. A horde of them.

The commotion from their fight had gotten the attention of all the undead nearby.

Before she could even take a breath, the glass shattered, and dozens of decaying bodies tumbled inside.

Earl was closer now, but the impending swarm of zombies had stopped him in his tracks.

Caitlin’s hand found the revolver in the front pocket of her bag, her gaze never straying from the wall of Geeks moving through the store. Swiftly, she yanked it free and pulled back the hammer.

Booker always said she didn’t have it in her to kill. She wasn’t cold enough, wasn’t self-serving enough.

But her hands were caked in evidence to the contrary.

And she’d promised to make it home to him.

Turning her head, she found her target, aimed for Earl’s knee, and pulled the trigger.

To Be Continued…

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Not Just a Pelvic Thrust: Stratford's Rocky Horror Picture Show Entertains

I have been a fan of Richard O’Brien’s 1975 cult-classic, “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” for such a long time. I remember setting my sights on Tim Curry (who played Frank N. Furter) in fishnet stockings, smudged lipstick and eye liner and feeling that twinge of excitement. I had no idea boys (other than my heart throb Robert Smith of The Cure who smudged his makeup proudly) could look so feverishly handsome this way and I had even less knowledge about what a sweet transvestite from Transylvania was all about. One thing that was crystal clear, I knew early in my life that I was not quite like the other girls and that was okay. I had the pleasure to see a stage play of Rocky Horror before, which was really impressive. I bought my first pair of fishnets for the event, put on gobs of makeup and looked like a walking dominatrix.  I felt really uncomfortable until walking through the theatre doors and saw everyone was dressed in a similar fashion. For one night, no one was judging.  I could swoon over all the boys who looked liked girls, or maybe it was girls who looked like boys. It was hard to tell at times.  I hung up my fishnets that night after coming home with a little jump to the left and then a step to the right. Fast forward to the present day. When I found out that the Stratford Festival was putting on the broadway musical at the Avon Theatre (produced by David Auster),  I was incredibly excited to see what this version would look, sound and feel like.  Of course after seeing the movie countless times (note the tv special in 2016 was cringe-worthy and I couldn’t even get through it) and getting a taste of a live theatre performance, it wasn’t just about the music, the characters really needed to WOW me. I have a lot of praise to give, which I will go into more detail later, but unfortunately, it wasn’t a flawless performance in my eyes. Here’s why: One of my favourite songs “Eddie’s Teddy” was a huge letdown. How can I describe Eddie’s (Trevor Patt) character? It felt like a fake orgasm.  Sorry, I had to be so blunt but where was the hyper-masculine, bad-boy, you’d never bring home to your parents that we all grew to love? He was lost in a sea of air guitars and broad way smiles. Nope, pass. Then there was Rocky (George Krissa). I’m going to be superficial but it was something that really stood out. Rocky’s hair was poofy and kind of reminded me of Carrot Top. His physique was... perfection and even being higher up in the balcony section, I could count his glistening abs. His hair though was another story. I much rather preferred the slick down hair cut, just like what was in the movie. Character wise, I don’t think he was able to get the right balance of passive creature and aggressive. Plus during Touch-a-Touch-Me, he should have looked at Janet’s ta-ta’s with awe and lust, yet his facial expression told a different story. Instead it felt like “yeah i’ve seen these before, let’s move on.” For a song that is meant to be highly sensual and sexual, my libido fell flat. Next, oh Janet! (Jennifer Rider-Shaw). Although her voice was angelic and her look was pure as snow, I didn’t really get the demure vibe even at the start of the show that Susan Sarandon (1975 movie) pulled off so wonderfully convincing. Also, where was that repressed sexual tension? It was really missing for me. Then we have Columbia (Kimberly-Ann Truong). When I think of her, all I can envision is the phallic lollipop sucking. It was really distracting and not in a good way. I felt her role was really over the top, yet in the scenes where she should have been highly dramatic (when Eddie’s death was announced), it felt like she was holding back.  She hit that level of crazy that just didn’t work for me. Her whole character was really quite confusing to be honest, but despite those flaws, she had quite the voice on her! Magenta (Erica Peck) didn’t really grab me. Magenta was the spitting image of Tim Burton’s ex-wife, Helena Bonham Carter, yet she kind of blended into the background with the phantoms. Plus where was her inappropriate lusty self? Lost in the shadows, I guess. Dr. Scott...well this was played by the same person as Eddie, so I definitely didn’t enjoy this performance. Now onto the positives! Riff Raff (Robert Markus) and Frank N. Furter (Dan Chameroy) were incredible, beyond anything that I really could have dreamed of! You could see the passion and love in both of these characters.  To me, they were the stars of the show. Brad (Sayer Roberts) also did a great job, exuding in overt geekiness and awkwardness, just like what I remember. Plus, what a voice! The narrator (Steve Ross) was also enjoyable. His deep voice gave me chills and he never broke out of character once, even when he went down to his skivvies and fishnets! The choreography (done by Donna Feore) for the dance scenes were wonderful. I loved hearing all my favourite songs with a few surprises along the way. The set, lighting, and costuming (kudos to: Michael Gianfrancesco, Dana Osborne, Michael Walton) were done really well. I have to find out where Frank N Furter gets his lingerie. Ooh la la! Also, despite a lot of the character flaws, the vocals of everyone really blew me away, especially Frank N Furter’s solo part of “I’m Going Home.” I almost shed a tear. I loved the audience hecklers who blurted out random comments throughout the show. They had the audience in stitches. Be warned that they don’t hold back. You will hear lots of profanity! Nothing is off limits, including a quick shout-out for the legalization of marijuana, which fit in rather perfectly since it was actually legalized on the day we went; Oct. 17, 2018 and some mentions of sexual positions that you may or may not have tried already at home.  There are audience alerts up mentioning mature themes and offensiveness, so if you tend to trail along the overly-sensitive path, this show is NOT for you. Despite some criticisms, I really loved the show. I understand the blood, sweat, and tears that go into making these productions and I can appreciate that they didn’t want to stick to the film entirely and used their own creative juices to add a bit more flair. If you are looking for a fun-filled, gender-bending good time, then I would highly suggest you book your tickets to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show. They have added a number of new shows, but they sell out quickly, as does everything in Stratford because this is truly world-class entertainment. The show runs at Stratford Festival until Nov. 25, 2018. Tickets start at $25 and are available online. Read the full article