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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 3 years

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WPP - Kenny (We’re The Millers)

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Being in the witness protection program was...interesting.

It definitely was not what you were expecting, but then again, you didn’t know helping out a person you cared about would get you involved in a murder, yet here you are.

You had to leave everything behind, not that you had that much of a life to begin with, but it was comfortable. Now, everything was different. New home in a new state, even a new last name. Thankfully, you got to keep your first name, you were grateful for that at least.

You were surprised to find the most annoying thing was the neighbourhood that the program placed you in. It’s like it was made for Mormons or something, your neighbours were too nice, at least the house to the right of yours. You didn’t really know who lived in the house to the left, working from home had the benefit of never going outside and the only reason you knew who lived to your right was cause those neighbours were the type of people to introduce themselves.

Yuck.

But still, you couldn’t help but be a little curious.

You did know, however, that they had only recently moved in since the one morning truck woke up before your alarm rang that morning. You were grouchy the rest of the day, thus you’ve been slightly petty towards your “new” neighbours since then. You definitely needed to work on your attitude...one day.

After being inside your house for more than a week, you decided you wanted some vitamin D, which you rarely ever did so you must’ve been seriously deprived.

You walked out of the door leading to the backyard with a book in hand, frowning when you saw how overgrown the grass was from your laziness. You told yourself you’d do it later, and by later you meant you would mow your yard when you started to hate yourself enough to the point where you felt too guilty leaving it alone.

You huffed as you sat in one of your lawn chairs that you bought when you moved in, lying to yourself that you were going to spend more time outside when you knew you wouldn’t. A first for everything, you supposed.

A few chapters in, you heard a door open and shut in your neighbour’s backyard, but you thought nothing of it, almost too entranced in your book.

You smiled to yourself when you started to hear 1990s R&B playing softly, not your cup of tea but you enjoyed it occasionally. Don’t Go Chasing Waterfalls had just started playing when you heard the neighbour’s back door slammed. “Dude, turn that shit off! You’ve been playing that song constantly and I’m actually getting sick of it. God.” You heard an angsty female voice.

Oh no...you lived next a family.

“Hey!”

You flinched, noticing a blonde girl was talking you. “Uh, hey?” You slowly closed your book, reluctantly walking over to the fence separating the backyards when the girl motioned you over.

“Haven’t seen you around before, just move in?” She asked, smirking slightly, looking you up and down.

You mocked her smirk, not liking the almost condescending look she was giving you. “No, been here for awhile. That’s how I know you’ve only just moved in a few weeks ago.”

The girl’s smirk only grew. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Yours?”

“Casey, and that loser is Kenny.” She pointed to the table behind her, seeing a blonde boy sitting somewhat dejectedly in one of the chairs fiddling with a small CD player. “Hey, TLC, get over here!” The boy looked to Casey with a panicked expression, visibly looking like he wasn’t sure if the girl meant it or not. She rolled her eyes, “Come on, dude!”

The boy nodded, frantically walking away to join Casey at the fence. “Hey.” He stuttered, blushing when he noticed your eyes on him.

Casey rolled her eyes yet again. “Yeah, this is Kenny.”

Kenny waved quite adorably, giving you a tight lipped smile. “Did you just move in?”

“No, I-”

“We’ve already had this talk, she’s been here longer than we have.” Casey interrupted, making your blood boil a little bit, her attitude almost worse than yours.

Kenny frowned slightly, but covered it up with a smile. “Oh.”

“Yep. We’ve already become besties.” You said sarcastically, grinning widely, making Kenny genuinely smile a little.

“Kids!” A middle aged man with a stupid haircut, to you anyway, walked over with hesitant look on his face. “Who’s this?”

“Y/N, your neighbour that’s lived here longer than you have. Saved you the trouble of telling him yourself, Casey.” You sneered.

“Oh. Well, I’m David and we’re the Millers! My wife, Sarah, is at the market right now, but I’m sure she’d be glad to meet you sometime.” He smiled widely, making you uncomfortable.

“Uh, dad, chill out. You’re gonna scare away the only girl I find suitable to be friends with in this shit neighbourhood.” Casey whispered harshly.

You didn’t really want to be friends with Casey, you never really got along with girls. Clearly, reading outside was a bad choice...

“Ha ha, if you sass me one more time today, you will be grounded young lady.” David forced another smile.

“Uh, Dad...”

“Shut up, Kenny.”

You quickly realized where the Kenny kid was in the family food chain. It was a shame, the dude was pretty easy on the eyes and seemed nice from what you’ve seen. “Look, I’m just gonna go. Nice meeting you fine folks...” You waved awkwardly, turning around and practically speed walking inside your house.

Well, that was fun...never going outside ever again.

The overall encounter put you in a sour mood, so when the doorbell rang you prayed to god that it wasn’t the yearly check in with law enforcement cause you’d probably get yourself in trouble with that attitude of yours.

You were mildly shocked to see that awkward Kenny guy outside your door, his eyes trained on his feet before you opened the door. “Kenny Miller, right?”

“Uh...yeah, Miller. Uh, I just want to apologize for my, uh, family’s behavior. They don’t have the best of manners, but they’re good people, I swear!” He ranted at such a quick pace that it almost flew right over your head. “So, yeah, sorry.”

You chuckled at his nervousness. “You don’t have to be sorry, especially on the behalf of your family. They don’t seem like the type to appreciate it anyway.”

His eyes widened, holding up his hands and shaking his head. “No, no, no, it’s not like that! They, uh, appreciate me.” You kept your mouth shut, giving him a sympathetic look with a soft smile. He sighed. “It’s that obvious, huh?”

“To me, it is. I’ve been in that situation before, so it’s not that hard to notice.”

“Oh...well, they can be nice sometimes I guess.”

“I hope so. Well, it was nice to meet you, Kenny.” You stuck your hand out, smiling when he hesitated but shook your outstretched hand gently.

A week later, you and Kenny actually became friends despite the two of you being almost complete opposites. He was able to poke through your cynical exterior, which was extremely rare for someone to do. He made you laugh, smile, and actually enjoy life when you were with him. You didn’t like it at first, but his adorkable personality won you over.

Kenny was more than overjoyed, he finally had a friend, not one out of pity anyway. The first time you two had hung out, he came “home” with a huge grin on his face. Of course, Casey had to tease him about it all the time.

“I still don’t understand how she can be friends with that loser and not me!” Casey ranted. “It doesn’t make sense!”

“Casey, stop calling Kenny a loser, please.” Sarah sighed, tapping away on her keyboard.

As soon as Sarah said that, Kenny walked through the door with another grin on his face. “Hey, Ma!”

“You don’t have to call me that here, hon.” Sarah voiced, shutting her laptop and walking out of the kitchen, but she smiled to herself.

“Pop your cherry yet?” Casey smirked evilly.

Kenny immediately blushed. “I told you, we’re just friends...”

She rolled her eyes. “You obviously want to be more than just friends with her. You should just ask her out and get it over with.”

“But...Melissa...”

Casey huffed loudly. “Dude, I already told you, she’s probably moved on by now. She was a total babe, she can and probably has done way better than you.”

“Hey...” Kenny frowned, to which Casey just shrugged, her eyes training back to her phone. He sighed as he sat down across from his “sister.” “I do like her...but I don’t know how to bring it up. I’m awful at talking to girls about...that kind of stuff.”

Casey snorted. “Yeah, no kidding.” But she dropped her amused smirk when she saw Kenny glaring. “Sorry, sorry.” She sassed. “I mean, it did work out with the ginger to be fair, but we have to stay in this shithole until further notice. But I really do think you should shoot your shot with what’s her name.”

Kenny rolled his eyes. “Y/N.”

“Yeah, whatever. Just-”

“That girl is bad news.” David suddenly voiced, walking into the kitchen.

“What do you mean by that?” Casey asked.

“Uh, hello? Pay attention to your surroundings instead of that stupid phone of yours to see that we are in witness protection. We can’t trust any of these creepy neighbours.”

“Uh, I think you’re a tad bit paranoid, father dearest.”

“Y/N’s really cool though!” Kenny expressed.

David rolled his eyes. “But we don’t really know her, we don’t know if she’s a snitch or something.”

Casey laughed. “Wow, you really are paranoid, dude.”

“Ha ha, very funny, just go to your room and listen to your Metallicas and AC/DCs.”

Casey’s face contorted into a disgusted scowl. “I don’t listen to that garbage.”

“Shut up.” David simply replied, making Casey stand up and storm out of the room and up the stairs. “Look, Ken, I get you like this girl, but you need to be careful. Don’t say things you shouldn’t and all that. You have a tendency to not know when to shut your mouth. So, don’t do that, kay?”

Kenny nodded curtly, avoiding David’s eyes as he felt his face heat up in slight anger. He knew he had some...issues with keeping his mouth shut about things that should be kept a secret, but he grew up, right? He’s not as naïve as he was before they went to Mexico, but his “family” still treated him like he was five. Plus, he knew you weren’t the type to be a snitch.

While Kenny was dealing with feeling underappreciated, you were having your own set of issues to handle. Today was the day for a check up with law enforcement to make sure you were on your best behavior. You always were, but it still made you anxious to no end. And you prayed that Kenny wouldn’t rush in to your house like he got into the habit of doing when you were interrogated.

Of course, that didn’t happen.

“For fuck’s sake...” You muttered under your breath when you saw Kenny’s shocked and scared face when he saw you sitting with a couple local police officers.

On your end, it just looked like he was scared of police officers. But Kenny’s mind immediately went haywire, thinking that you called them over to investigate them even though the police were already informed of “the Millers” situation.

“Kenny, now’s not a good time.” You sighed.

“No, no, it’s okay.” The police officer in front of you said. “We’re done here anyway.” He walked out of your house with his partner, leaving you and Kenny in an awkward silence.

“What was that all about?” Kenny asked, not being able to control the bitter tone in his voice. “Did you think we’re that bad or something?”

“Kenny, I-”

“We’ve been doing really well here!” Kenny interrupted. “No problems with anybody, been on our best behavior.”

“Kenny.”

“I don’t wanna go to jail. I can’t go to jail. We’ve only been here for a couple months.”

“Kenny, stop!” You finally yelled, losing your temper. “They were here to check up on me, for fuck’s sake.”

Kenny’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but still had a slight expression of panic. “Here for you? B-But-”

“I’m in witness protection, you dweeb, same as you.”

“Oh...Wait, how did you know I’m in witness protection?”

“Your family,” You finger quoted, “looks nothing like you. All of you don’t look anything alike. How paranoid and secretive that David is, it wasn’t too hard to put things together. You rambling off like an absolute moron a minute ago just reaffirmed my theory.”

Kenny frowned. “Dang, I thought I had worked on that.”

You smiled slightly. “It’s alright, Ken. I’m no snitch, and I’m not very judgmental about someone’s past. What did you even do though? You’re definitely not the type to break the law.” You chuckled.

“Oh, well, we kinda smuggled some drugs across the Mexican border.” He stuttered.

“Holy shit, dude! That’s sick! What was it? Was it coke?” You grinned, eager to learn.

Kenny blinked at your excitement, but obliged to all your questions, sitting down next to you. “No, it was marijuana.”

Your face slightly dropped in excitement. “Oh. I really think weed should be legal. It’s stupid, it’s not even a hard drug.”

“Well, we’re lucky we even made it out alive. But what did you go through to get yourself here?”

Now, you definitely didn’t judge past crimes of others, if they’ve atoned for it and changed that is, but you had no idea if Kenny would judge you. You actually found yourself not wanting him to look at you in a different light, and you’ve never felt that way before.

Kenny seemed perfectly sweet, almost too sweet to judge anyone, but on the other hand...the stuff that had landed you in the program was definitely heavier than some weed smuggling.

Maybe it would be too much for him. Maybe it would be best to just make something up, something less horrible, something he wouldn’t be too shocked by. As tempting as that route felt, the idea of lying to him weirdly didn’t sit well with you, though.

Kenny was quick to notice the lengthy pause that followed his question, as well as the way your shoulders tensed and your eyes averted to the parquet floor. Oh no. Had he pried into something too personal? Was he an idiot for asking?

“Oh, um...you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to!” Kenny hurried to assure you, slight panic beginning to etch his bluish-green eyes, his fists clenching and unclenching involuntarily. “I was just curious, is all! I’m sorry if it’s too persona-“

“It’s okay!” To his surprise, you pulled on a tight-lipped smile, giving him a look as nonchalant as you could manage at the moment. “Really, you don’t have to apologize for asking. Plus, you already told me about your thing, so...” You trailed off, softly, wondering how to proceed.

As much as you resented the thought of Kenny seeing you differently, you decided even that unpleasant outcome would still be better than lying to him. You’d rather not. You liked Kenny. Despite not having spent a tremendous amount of time together, you could tell he was a genuinely good person, and you definitely enjoyed his company. Not to mention, it would be a blatant lie if you said you weren’t at all attracted to him.

Casey may have spent most of their interactions calling him a “loser” in some form or another, but you couldn’t be farther away from agreeing with her. A part of you was positively annoyed with the way she treated him. Then again, taste is subjective. It wasn’t Casey’s fault if she didn’t have a good sense of it.

With a deep intake of air, you nervously flipped a loose strand of hair over your shoulder, still avoiding direct eye-contact with Kenny. “I, uh...It’s a rough one, really. And kind of a long story. I wouldn’t wanna dump something like that on you, if you’d rather not hear it”

He tentatively pursed his plump lips, but nonetheless nodded for you to keep going. “I’m sure I can handle it! Whatever it is, I’m not gonna judge you, Y/N. I promise!”

Promise, huh? Guess you were going to have to see about that.

Trying to ignore the rapidly increasing pace of your heart and slight tremble in your fingers, you began your story.

You didn’t want to go into too much detail, for the fear of oversharing, but you did tell him as much as you felt you could. About how you used to have a friend...a pretty close friend, who you cared about a great deal, who had always been kind and generous, alas, a bit of a troublemaker.

About how she had fallen in with the wrong crowd, something you admittedly failed to see coming. How that crowd turned out to be a notoriously vicious gang that had it out for some other poor girl, who had apparently slept with one of the gang leaders’ boyfriend without realizing it.

How that gang, your friend included, lured her onto a rooftop to “fuck with her” and “teach her a lesson.” Only that night, they went too far and ended up pushing her off. The girl died instantly, and due to the heaping pile of evidence, it wasn’t a particularly long investigation. Almost everyone involved were arrested shortly after, and you, having been brought in as one of the witnesses, had a choice whether you wanted to testify against your friend or not.

At first you weren’t sure if you wanted to do that and make matters worse for her. However, after some much-needed reflection and consideration, you decided it would be the right thing to do. Someone had died, and your friend played a part in it. You couldn’t turn a blind eye to something that big simply because you two were close.

Your friend was put away, along with several other gang members. Still, quite a few of them were still out there, and they definitely seemed like the type to hold serious grudges. You were no longer safe at your former home, and now...well, there you where.

Kenny listened intently all the while, not once daring to interrupt, not even to ask a question. By the way your breathing had hitched and your lips had stuttered at certain parts, he could tell how hard that must’ve been for you to go through in the first place, and how unsettling it was for you to revisit those moments in order to share your story with him.

You didn’t notice, but as you were nearing the end, Kenny had inched to sit closer to you, his large hand carefully landing on your shoulder with a soft but warm-hearted squeeze. He had briefly hesitated in making that move, but the need to offer you comfort and reassurance overpowered his nervousness. His only hope was that you wouldn’t flinch at his touch, and so he felt a huge wave of relief wash over him when you did no such thing.

“So...that’s about it. Sorry, I know it’s a fucking bummer story, compared to your weed smuggling adventure.” You attempted a chuckle, only it came out as more of a sad scoff.

Your heart was still pounding and you were still reluctant to look up at him. Although, as you finally noticed Kenny’s warm hand gently squeezing your shoulder, you felt a soothing brush of comfort spread through your limbs, and you couldn’t deny how nice it felt.

“Whoa...that’s...I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” Kenny frowned, unsure of what the right thing to say could be.

“It’s okay, really. I’ve had some time to process it and move on. Well...not completely, but I’d say I’m doing much better now.”

Kenny went silent for a minute, clearly still digesting the information, and the worries you had about him looking at you differently came back in full force. You opened your mouth to ask him about it, but he beat you by a millisecond, speaking first. “Why...why were you so nervous about telling me?”

So he had noticed. Figures. The art of the poker face wasn’t something you’d ever truly mastered. It sometimes annoyed you how easy your anxious state was to spot, but there wasn’t much you could do about that.

“I don’t know, I...I guess I didn’t want you to see me as a snitch or judge me-“

“Judge you?” Kenny interrupted, sounding confused about the mere insinuation. “For what, not sticking up for your friend when she had got herself involved in a murder?”

“I mean, she was still my friend, so...”

“So what? That doesn’t change the fact that she got in the middle of something so horrible, that could’ve been avoided, if she had paid more attention to who she hung around.”

You couldn’t say you had expected that. It was almost weird hearing Kenny talk that way, but you were definitely relieved to hear where he so firmly stood in regards to the whole “judging you” idea.

You bit your bottom lip in agitation as a thought you had been wrestling with for a while creeped its way into your mind again. “Sometimes I feel like maybe I could’ve done something...could’ve checked up on her more or somehow stopped her from hanging out with them...maybe I could’ve kept her from having anything to do with it.” Your voice grew quieter, sounding barely above a whisper as guilt flashed through your eyes, your muscles tensing, uneasily, at the thought. Kenny was immediately closer, his arm wrapping around you, as if trying to shelter you from your own thoughts.

“Come on, don’t do that to yourself, Y/N. You can’t control the actions of others, not even your friends. Least of all your friends, probably.”

You allowed a small smile to touch the corner of your lips as you instinctively leaned into Kenny, his closeness calming you, his soft reassurances shushing the self-deprecating thoughts he could sense looming over you.

“Yeah, you’re right, I guess. I just try not to think about it often, it really sucks diving into that stuff.”

“Of course it sucks. I just hope you know that none of it was even a little bit your fault. From what I can tell after spending some time with you...you’re a really good person, Y/N.”

You looked up at him, noting the way your faces were only a few inches apart by that point. The close proximity brought a rosy tinge to your cheeks. “You think so?”

“I do! Why wouldn’t I? You’re smart, you’re funny when you want to be, you’re great to be around, and heck, you’re one of the very few people I know who doesn’t make me feel like I’m constantly doing something wrong.”

Hearing that made you simultaneously happy and sad. With the way Kenny’s “family” treated him almost around the clock, it was no wonder he felt that way. You wished he didn’t have to. You believed someone as wonderful as him deserved so much better. If only he had at least one person close to him who would tell him how much better he was than most guys out there, how anyone should be lucky to call him a friend... or maybe more than just a friend.

In that moment, you found yourself thinking what it would be like if you were that person. You imagined it would feel the same way it always did when you were around Kenny, only better. In all honesty, you couldn’t find a single reason not to try. What harm was there in trying? Oh, that’s right...something could go badly wrong, and then whatever friendship you had with him would be in shambles.

That’s what the pessimistic side of you thought about it. But the other side, the more hopeful and affectionate side, had other ideas.

Even though you and Kenny were brought into the witness protection program by very different circumstances, you were still in it together. You didn’t have to hide your true identities or your past, at least not from each other. That had to count for something, right?

While you were taking a second to collect your thoughts, Kenny was facing some inner turmoil of his own. With the newfound closeness of the two of you, his cheeks were positively crimson, his pulse quickening, heart thumping against his rib cage. Any doubts he’d had about whether or not he wanted to ask you out had vanished - he absolutely wanted to do that. But how? When? Would now be a good time? He wasn’t sure. Yet, he was very aware of the fact that if he were to lean in just a little bit closer, he could just kiss you right then and there...

Kenny briefly remembered David’s “count to three” method, but for some reason it didn’t feel right to use. Not with you, not like that. All he wanted was to just go with the feeling, and that feeling was beckoning him to your lips.

Oh, screw it. If you were to push him away, so be it. He would probably die a little inside and never attempt to do anything like that ever again, but at least he would know your immediate answer.

“Kenny...?”

Your soft questioning voice reached his ears as his gaze trailed over your delicate face, taking in every feature, and with a soft but resolute breath, he leaned in.

Your eyes went wide when Kenny’s lips landed on yours. You froze for a second, not knowing what to do. Luckily, your instantly skipping heart gave you the hint you needed to flutter your eyes closed and melt into it.

He kissed you so gently, so carefully, but not like he was afraid of scaring you away. More like he wanted you feel completely safe and give you every chance to stop it the second you wanted to.

You didn’t.

Instead, you wrapped an arm around his neck, your fingertips brushing the ends of his short sandy hair, your lips moving seamlessly and warmly against his own.

Kenny couldn’t believe you were actually kissing him back, but damn, he was thrilled that you were. He felt the affection in him surge as the softness of your lips put his mind in a haze. His hand timidly slid down to your waist, bringing you closer to him, and you willingly went, deepening the kiss as you did.

After a few blissful moments you finally broke away from his lips, your noses nearly brushing each other as you looked up at him through glimmering eyes. “I was almost convinced I would have to do that myself...”

Kenny breathed a soft chuckle, not taking his gaze off of yours. “To be honest, so was I...”

You grinned at his burning cheeks, releasing a light chuckle of your own before reconnecting your lips for another kiss, swallowing the muted grunt that rumbled from Kenny’s throat.

Things were going to get better now. For both of you, you were sure of it. Kenny was finally going to have someone who would show him what it’s like to be truly wanted and appreciated, and you were going to have someone who wouldn’t dream of hurting you and who you knew would always do his best to understand you, give you everything he could give.

Maybe this whole witness protection program thing wouldn’t be such a tedious affair, after all.

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Thanks again for helping me @gladerscake , you’re the sweetest ❤

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a-hundred-jewels · 3 years

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cruel summer ch 12: i have these lucid dreams

Ao3 Wattpad

Summary: sabrina starr, pegasuses, and oh no! the fourth wall broke! do we have a carpenter in the audience?

Word Count: 9000 ish

Tags: Rachel Elizabeth Dare/Jane Penderwick, Rosalind Penderwick/Tommy Geiger, Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Jane Penderwick, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Rosalind Penderwick, Skye Penderwick, Chiron (Percy Jackson), Martin Penderwick, Elizabeth "Batty" Penderwick, Elizabeth Penderwick (senior), Iantha Aaronson-Penderwick, Ben Aaronson-Penderwick, Nico di Angelo, Will Solace, Annabeth Chase, Jeffrey Tifton-McGrath, Percy Jackson, Demeter (Percy Jackson), Apollo (Percy Jackson), Camp Half-Blood (Percy Jackson), Camp Half-Blood AU, Demigods, demeter!elizabeth penderwick, demeter!rosalind (second generation), demeter!batty (second generation), apollo!alec mcgrath, apollo!jeffrey (second generation), demeter!jane (second generation), demeter!skye (second generation), all of that's in no particular order, main focus is on jane because i love her and she's so so fun to write, tomsalind is there (and stuff will happen - i can't really say what, it will really be eventful though), yes of course there's solangelo, takes place right before Penderwicks In Spring, After Trials of Apollo, more tags to come??, Minor Swearing

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Hello everyone and welcome back! I'll admit, this is a little later today than I'd been planning to post (was hoping to get an early start), but hey! If the Puppet History season 4 finale can be late, then so can I!

First off, a massive massive thank you to waterbottle_stickers for being the best beta reader ever. This chapter would be a mess without you. Also, if you haven't already, please check out their enola holmes fic wherever you stray, i follow it's truly wonderful.

If you've been following me on tumblr, then you'll know that, in addition to reblogging an alarming quantity of good omens fanart, I've been making some plans for fics this month. The original plan from back in august was to post every day of the month, but... ahhh.... I just don't work that fast lmao. I'll have to be content with just posting a fair amount this month. Happy october! Anyway, stay tuned.

On this fine day, we've got two lovely QUEER fanfic recommendations that I'm very excited to share. Up first is one from the tumblr blog izzielizzie (which you should all absolutely check out! especially if you're into the one of us is lying fandom!). it centers around the skye/melissa pairing and their senior prom, which Skye is said to have only gone to last minute, and also wearing a lab coat, in a passage of the penderwicks at last. featuring some oblivious lesbians and also jane. once again a massive thanks to izzielizzie, as this fic is one of my favourites!. click here to take a look! (also keep an eye on her blog in general bc her penderwicks fics are awesome!)

The second fanfic is also one I'm very fond of, as it focuses on the siblinghood of skye and jane, which is one of my favourite topics on earth. check out rolling down the ancient high street by hanchewie/ramblemadlyon (tumblr and ao3 respectively) for the sibling antics of aroace skye and bisexual jane when the latter visits the former at her college in california! and, if you like it, ramblemadlyon has two other penderwicks fics from the past couple days that look fantastic as well, and that I look forward to reading.

This chapter is dedicated to my therapist, since I've decided this will be the month of oddly specific dedications. thank you for telling me to stop referring to cruel summer as my "trash baby" and help me recognize the true worth that it holds in my life.

Disclaimer: not my characters, you know the drill. Jeanne Birdsall and Rick Riordan are lucky ducks indeed. chapter title is (obviously) from "lucid dreams" by Juice WRLD.

FROM THE POV OF JANE PENDERWICK

The woods loomed around me, seeming as tall as buildings as they invited me in further. I took another step, the sharp pain of a pinecone digging into my foot barely registered in my mind. I kept walking. A crack sounded throughout the air, and, behind me, a tree splintered round its base and fell down, only inches away from crushing me dead, and completely blocking the path out.

Frightened, I began to run, looking for a way out of the forest. But no matter which way I went, there were only trees in front of me. Where was the path? Where was the grassy hill I had walked down to get in here in the first place. Had I even walked down that hill to begin with? Now that I thought about it, I wasn’t sure I remembered coming here. I wasn’t sure I remembered waking up this morning, or going to bed last night, or anything besides existing in the forest. Who was I? What was I doing here? How could I get out?

Panicking, I stood in the middle of a clearing, looking frantically at the trees around me, trying to find something familiar. Nothing. I was exhausted. How long had I been here? An hour? A day? A lifetime? I collapsed at the base of a tree, sobbing as I tried to remember. Something. Anything.

Then, a voice echoed around me. “Welcome,” it said, and my mind went black.

I bolt upright in bed, a scream halfway out of my throat. I clamp it back, not wanting to wake my cabinmates. Thin light whimpers through the window--enough for me to see my white-knuckle grip on the sheets, but not enough to pass as daylight.

What time is it?

Our cell phones don’t really work here--that was one of the first things Miranda told us when we arrived, and Batty’s been gleefully lording it over us that her Mp3 player will still play music and, like, function, while our smart phones recline sadly in our duffel bags. That being said, I don’t feel quite brave enough to get out of my bed just yet and tiptoe over to the big analog clock that Rio bought at a pawn shop in Colorado. Maybe my phone will at least show the time.

I reach under my bed and fumble for my duffel, hooking my pinky through the zipper loop and yanking it out onto my floor. My phone’s in the front pocket, buried under two pairs of headphones, several gum wrappers, and some strawberry leaves (?????). A piece of gum peels off the screen as I disentangle my phone, and I mentally chide my past self for being so messy.

My phone does not turn on. Big clock it is.

I tiptoe across the cold tile and peer around the tree.

5:45 .

Jesus Pagan Christ.

It’s too early to wake anyone up (as I think this, Batty lets out a snore to rival any crabby Tyrannosaurus Rex), so I wrap a blanket around myself like a criminally attractive burrito, and creep out onto the porch, with my notebook and pen tucked into my shirt.

As long as I live, I will never get tired of summer mornings. There’s something deeply lovely about the soft light of the still-sleepy, pink lemonade sun, the quiet anticipation of the cool air, damp from dew and preparing for the upcoming heat. At home in Cameron, Skye’s woken me up many an early morning to go for a run or do soccer drills or for a grueling “Seven Minute Workout Except You Don’t Follow The Rules And Torture Your Sister by Making It Actually A Forty-Nine Minute Workout.” (But it’s okay, I’m not bitter). But, as delightful as those experiences have all been, I don’t think Skye really gets it. The beauty of the summer morning is not what it can do for your workout schedule, but rather in its gentle softening of an otherwise boiling day. It is to be appreciated in the way that I am now, sitting curled up on this frighteningly creaky porch (I mean, seriously, who built this?) and calling up the Sabrina Starr section of my brain to try and write away the residual panic from my nightmare.

Sabrina sighed as the plane took off. She wasn’t sure if she should have followed the voice in her head telling her to come here. Saying it out loud--even just thinking it--made it sound ridiculous. A dream, a voice in her mind. Barely more than a whim.

Worse than that, Sabrina wasn’t even sure where this whim was taking her. On a napkin in her pocket, she’d scrawled everything she remembered about the dream from the night before. The dark sky, lit only with spiderwebs of lightning, the shadowy figure huddled on a beach and soaked through with rain. The voice crying for help.

And a name. Aeaea.

After she’d woken up, Sabrina had looked up Aeaea, too tired to fully connect why the name felt familiar. Her heart had sunk further after reading the Wikipedia entry, and a breath of hopelessness had left her lips. According to the internet, Aeaea was not a real place. It had been the island prison of Circe. Fiction wasn’t new to Sabrina, and neither was mythology (she recalled an adventure spent with a ghost called Rainbow from a few years back).

Fictional places, though, were another matter. How could she get somewhere if she didn’t know where she was going? Was she trusting her gut with too much this time?

Sabrina folded up the napkin and put it back in her pocket. There was no point in worrying about that now. She’d looked at enough maps to make a guess at where Aeaea might be if it was real. When she got there, she could get more information. Sabrina Starr had survived this long in her career of rescues and whims. She could survive one more adventure. Worst case scenario, she said to herself, I spend a few days running around for nothing and have to brush up on my Greek.

She repeated it to herself like a promise. Worst case scenario, worst case scenario… Eventually, tired out from all her anxieties, and from trying desperately not to worry about what would come next, Sabrina fell asleep.

FROM THE POV OF RACHEL ELIZABETH DARE

“Okay, I give up. Tell me what’s wrong.” Annabeth’s voice startles me away from my plate of eggs, which I had been pushing around with a fork. Anxiety bubbles in my throat, just as it had been since I woke up, and food just doesn’t sound like a good idea.

“I--what?”

Annabeth waves her hand impatiently. “Don’t play dumb. I’ve been talking to you for five minutes and I don’t think you’ve looked up once. Also you’re always hungry in the mornings, so unless you, like, ate an entire cow before I got here, this ,” she gestures to my uneaten eggs, “is unusual behaviour.”

I give her a look. Sometimes, I get the feeling that Annabeth exists as a part of multiple different dimensions at once, like she’s having four other conversations that I can’t hear, and is still ten steps ahead of me in the one I’m actually a part of.

Or maybe I’m just easy to read.

“Nothing’s wrong.” I don’t want to talk about it. “I’m fine.” I’m terrified.

Annabeth sighs. “Is this about the prophecy?”

“No,” I spear another piece of egg, and don’t eat it. “Maybe. Yes.” I feel like going back to my cave and staying there for the rest of my life. Waiting with a book and some paints for the prophecy to get bored and go away. Maybe I’d take Jane with me, or Nico, for some company. That sounds nice.

My plate is pulled away from me as I aim my fork again. “I can’t pay attention when you do that,” Annabeth huffs. I think I wouldn’t invite her to stay in my cave. She’s too on the nose when I want to mope. Then again, she says the same about me.

“Fine,” I turn and face her. “Let’s talk feelings.” Connor Stoll, who had been making his way towards our table, abruptly turns around and walks the other way. I should get Chiron to hire a therapist. Gods know we need it.

Further proving my point, Annabeth’s eyes widen a little, before she remembers it is I who will be spilling. (I make a point to corner her later. It’s a routine we have). “Wow. You broke fast.”

I nod. “I’m tired and you’re annoying.” (False. We both know it. Another routine). “Like you said, I’m nervous about the prophecy.”

Annabeth nods. “And?”

I frown. “What do you mean, and ? There’s no and.”

Annabeth frowns back at me. A mirror, a mime, an annoyance. The nerve to look disappointed in me. “I thought you were spilling, Red.”

I roll my head back and study the roof of the pavilion, which Annabeth designed, and slowly lean my head down to stare at the table. I really don’t want to have this conversation. I go along anyways. “I’m worried about Jane.”

Annabeth leans back, triumphant. “Ah, yes. Your girlfriend.”

Maybe if I try reeeeeeeally hard, I can activate the Oracle of Delphi and freak Annabeth out enough to make her go away. “ Not my girlfriend. You know that.”

“You called Percy my boyfriend for weeks before we actually officially decided.”

I wave my hand dissmissively. “That’s different, you guys were dancing around each other for like three years. You needed a bit of a push. Jane and I kissed once! Over a week ago! And nothing came of it.” We actually haven’t really talked about it. We’re in this sort of in-between zone where we spend a ton of time together, but don’t have a label for it. Honestly, it’s been nice.

Annabeth grins, apparently reading my thoughts. “You’ve been eating lunch with the Demeter cabin, like, every other day. I saw you doing archery together yesterday. Both of you were awful at it, but you stayed there for hours. I’ve never seen you focus on something that long outside of your paintings.”

I stare at the ceiling again. Maybe Annabeth designed it so that a single square foot of rock might fall down onto my head and relieve me from this conversation. “Yes, fine, we spend a lot of time together. But that doesn’t make us a couple, and has nothing to do with what I’m actually worried about!” I can see in her face that Annabeth is more serious now, and is about to fully listen to me, when Percy and Malcolm show up, sliding into the seats across from us, and clanging several plates of pancakes down onto the table in front of them.

“Made them ourselves! Wanna share?” Percy gives Annabeth heart eyes and a kiss on the cheek when she folds a large blue pancake into thirds and bites it like a burrito. I roll my eyes at them because they are a horrifying and disgusting couple and also I kind of want to be them when I grow up. Malcolm ignores them, instead turning to me. “Were you talking about Jane?” he asks, pushing wire rimmed glasses up his nose.

I frown. “Sort of. Why?”

He shrugs, sheepish. “You know. Just, uh, just wondering.”

I narrow my eyes at him, then Percy, who tears himself away from looking at Annabeth to sigh dramatically. “Malcolm wants to ask out Jane’s sister. You know, the blond one.”

I snort. “ Skye? Seriously?”

Malcolm looks vaguely offended. “What’s so weird about that?”

“Sorry, it’s not weird.” I reach over the table to pat him on the shoulder with my fork. “Perfectly normal teenage hormones.” He glares at me and I smile sweetly back. “I just can’t imagine Skye going out with anyone, that’s all.”

Malcolm stares down at his pancake, disappointed. “Oh. You sure?”

I nod, feeling a little more normal with my friends and less doom-related breakfast conversation. My eggs are past the threshold of “warm and appetizing” but I take a bite anyway. “Pretty sure. Jane told me that she’s aroace and, based on past occurrences, there’s a seventy percent chance she’ll punch anyone who asks her out. Anyway, why the interest? I didn’t know you guys talked.”

Malcolm shrugs. “We don’t, really. She just seems cool.”

Percy pipes in, “He’s been practically obsessed with her since she won that soccer game against the Nike kids and made them cry.”

I nod approvingly. “Well, Malcolm, at least we know you have good taste.”

Annabeth pats him on the head, ignoring his complaints that her hand is covered in blue maple syrup. “Better luck next time, brother of mine.”

Piper and Leo join us next, contributing an alarming volume of grapes and a single hardboiled egg to the breakfast display. Leo grabs a pancake and wraps it around some grapes, before taking a big bite. “I hear you’re discussing Malcolm’s romantic failures,” he says around the world’s worst breakfast burrito. Piper gasps in mock offense, then swallows the unpeeled hardboiled egg whole, like a snake. (This is a regular morning routine. She’s trying to work up to being a sword swallower, since her dad did it in a movie once and she thought it looked like fun). “ Malcolm, why didn’t you come to me? I could have given you a verdict within five minutes!”

“I wanted advice on whether I should ask out that Heaphestus boy two weeks ago and you told me to fuck off.”

Piper pouts at him. “That’s on you, you caught me at a bad time.”

Annabeth holds up a pancake with the air of a respected royal and we turn to her. “As delightful as this is, Rachel and I were initially talking about her romantic prospects and also her worries and fears, and I feel that we should get back to that before she slinks off and avoids the rest of the conversation.”

I glare at her. “Why would you bring this away from the very nice conversation we were having about everyone else’s problems? Do you hate me?” Annabeth rolls her eyes. “No, dumbass, I’m just not letting you walk away from a potential breakthrough. Now, where were we? You were saying that you’re worried about Jane but it has nothing whatsoever to do with your relationship, or lack thereof.”

I give a long suffering sigh, and try to communicate telepathically with Piper that she needs to Save Me Now, but she’s looking at me in interest with her chin resting in her hands, her long fingers adorned with rings sent to her from her Mortal girlfriend, Shel, who bought them at a vintage punk store. The traitor. Defeated, I turn back to Annabeth.

“It’s just that, whatever ends up happening with this prophecy, I don’t want it to fuck her up, in the way the quests have sometimes done to us. Like, we’re used to this by now, but it hasn’t been a smooth road. I don’t exactly like going on quests, and at first I was really worried at the prospect of being included in a prophecy, since that’s fairly abnormal, but Jane was only made aware of her heritage a couple months ago! What if this turns out like Silena or Beckendorf or-or Jason, and the prophecy destroys her, and it’s all my fault because I’m the one who pulled her into all this?”

Everyone tenses up at the mention of Jason, but they continue to look at me with a mixture of concern and love that makes something soften inside of me. For the hundredth time, I think of how lucky I am to have these people who love me unconditionally. Even if they really, really need therapy.

“I know that I didn’t plan any of this, but we’re both tied in now, especially since both Chiron and I had the prophetic dream and I actually gave the prophecy that day in the woods, and, well, this isn’t her world yet. She’s only got a little bit of ichor in her, and she grew up knowing nothing of any of this. In a way, I did too, and I have no ichor, but I had clear sight. For me, it was ineffable, but she could technically leave any time, if it weren’t for the prophecy. She can leave, and I feel like it’s up to me to make sure that doesn’t change.”

“Oh, Rachel.” Annabeth reaches her arms out to me and I let myself be pulled into an embrace. “Jane’s going to be okay. We’ll make sure of it.”

Sabrina stood in line at the boat rental hut, her arms crossed and a frown plastered on her face. It had not been a successful afternoon. For hours, she’d been searching the coastal towns near where her plane landed, looking for some trace of Aeaea, or anything else she’d seen in her dream. She was used to working with dregs. It was normal for her to have to squint a little at the evidence, have to shuffle things together around big holes of “Maybe,” like she was working a jigsaw puzzle with half the pieces missing.

But this was something else.

Sabrina had read about places where mythology shaped the culture. Places where the tourist draws were events that had supposedly happened thousands of years ago, or creatures that only existed in grainy photographs and people’s imaginations. Hell, she’d met the Loch Ness monster. Was it insane for her to have assumed she’d be able to find the same kind of thing here? All her training and years of experience had told her that, if you sniff around long enough, you’ll find a conspiracy theorist or a slightly off-the-rails guidebook.

So far, though, Sabrina had found nothing. Absolutely nothing. She hunted around, searching up library catalogs, checking every store on the street. “Aeaea,” “Circe,” even “the Odyssey.”

Nothing.

The line edged along slowly, and Sabrina ran her hands up and down her arms. The air was chilly from its proximity to the cold sea water. There were three people in front of her now. She just had to wait a little longer, then she would have a boat and be able to explore these waters herself.

Something was wrong with this place. Something was wrong with all of these places. And Sabrina was going to figure out what.

Later, Jane and I are taking our time walking to the pegasus stables to watch the riding lesson that Rosalind has reluctantly agreed to let Batty take (provided that Percy, who’s teaching today, doesn’t let her fly high enough that she’ll die if she falls off, and that Batty wears all of the necessary protective gear). Jane looks lovely, wearing a sunshine-y yellow bandana that sets off her dark curls and warm sepia skin. She has on her Camp Half-Blood shirt again, and a short green skirt, and all of it should clash horribly, but it doesn’t.

We’ve decided to cut through the strawberry fields, and I swallow a sun-warmed strawberry while Jane tells me about the dream she had last night. I think back to my conversation with Annabeth this morning when she tells me of the dark woods and the feeling of drowning, the memory warping and the echoing voice. At some point we sit down in a patch of grass, a simple circle amidst strawberry plants with a couple logs where the campers and satyrs take their breaks when they work here. Jane finishes her story and we sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, only broken by the grunts of annoyance Jane makes while trying to get her plant powers to activate again. She’s been doing that a lot.

“Well that sucks,” I say finally. “Have you been having other dreams like it?”

Jane shrugs, the neon orange fabric of her shirt wrinkling on her shoulders. “One or two, I think. Last night’s was the first one I really remembered. ” She smiles out of the corner of her mouth. “I hardly ever remember my dreams. It used to upset me. I thought I was losing potential writing material.”

I laugh. It’s such a Jane thing to think, that I can’t help it. She goes quiet, like she’s reminiscing, and I picture a tiny version of Jane, sitting crossed-legged on her summer quilt, writing. I look at her now, scrunched up nose and big brown eyes. Oh gods, she must have been an adorable child.

“My mother used to say that my imagination was the eighth wonder of the world,” Jane says. She’s looking down the hill at the cabins, plant powers temporarily forgotten, and I remember her telling me about her mother, the first Elizabeth Penderwick, who came here and was a daughter of Demeter and loved opera. The Penderwick siblings’ beloved mother who died so young.

I move closer to Jane on the log. “I can understand why she’d say that.”

Jane smiles again, a little sad this time, a little absent, but full to the brim with love.

“Bet you she’s in Elysium,” I say softly. I explained the Underworld to Jane a couple weeks ago, and she’d gotten this same absent look on her face, that I now know means she’s thinking about her mother. Jane nods, now, then turns to me. “Could we talk about something else?” Her voice is quiet, her eyes a little shiny.

“Course,” I say. “Shall I regale you with tales of dimwittery at this camp in the years past?” I told her last week about the time some Hermes kids tried to order pizza to the camp, accidently causing Chiron to think we were under attack. Jane had nearly fallen off the bench laughing.

She grins now, but shakes her head. “Tell me what it’s like being an Oracle.” I give her a look. She’s asked me before and I never really know what to say. When I give prophecies, it’s like I black out. I’m taken over by another entity who shares my body. (“Like that lady in Suicide Squad ,” Leo had said when I tried to explain it to him once, but I’d refused to be compared to such a gods-fucking-awful movie). So, in a way, I don’t know what it’s like to be the Oracle.

As if reading my thoughts, Jane shakes her head. “Not that part. I’ve seen you all green and smokey, and I know you can’t feel it. I mean the other stuff. How did you know it was you? What did you have to do to become the Oracle? That kind of thing.” I relax a little. Jane’s asked me all sorts of weird questions about Greek mythology and the gods recently. She calls it “research for her book,” but sometimes I think she’s just nosy. It’s cute.

Jane shrugs and looks off into the distance. If you tilt your head a little you can kind of see the stables from here. We have fifteen more minutes to get there, according to my watch. I decide to take it easy. “Delphi is this weird ethereal spirit,” Jane continues, “but there’s also just everyday, Oracle you, who likes paint and denim and bagels.” At that, I laugh. “I actually don’t like bagels that much. I’m just late to breakfast so often that they’re usually the only things available.”

Jane pouts at me and plays with the bracelet tied around my wrist--the one she gave me. “You know what I mean! You know all this weird shit about me because my siblings don’t shut up at lunch, and I know stuff about you, like the denim thing, which I still think is funny by the way. But you’re also the freaking Oracle! Your dormant self lies waiting!” I laugh at her, and she rolls her eyes, but I see the corner of her mouth tilting up. “Rachel, that’s very cool!”

I give in. “Honestly, there’s not much to say, that’s why I don’t talk about it.” I pause. “Well no, it’s that a lot of the stuff beyond the obvious is actually sort of creepy and weird, and not in a good way. There’s stuff I try not to think about, is what I mean.”

The edge of her yellow bandana sticks up as Jane tilts her head at me. “That makes sense. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

I shake my head. “No, it feels okay right now.” I mean it. Now that I’ve gotten into the swing of it, I do want to talk about it. Still, a small sigh escapes me. “I like being the Oracle, because that’s what brought me to a place where I feel like I belong and I have people who love me. It’s nice to know that I’m fulfilling my purpose in life.”

Jane pulls her knees up to her chest. “But?”

“But I also get lonely.” It comes out in a rush. “There are other oracles, but I didn’t know about any of them until the Apollo thing happened, and even then, they’re all supernatural beings--I know, I know, but not in the way I am. It’s not the same. Also, there are all these weird rules. Like I have to stay an unmarried virgin my whole life.”

“That’s fucked,” Jane says softly.

“I know! Chiron won’t even tell me why, just that it’s ‘the rules’” I let out an annoyed huff. “And, like, it’s not even that the idea itself bothers me. That’s pretty much what I was planning to do with my life anyway.”

“Same.”

“But it’s the principle of the thing!” I flick a strand of hair out of my face, offhandedly noticing that the tip of my pinky finger is slightly green. I ignore it. It’s not important. “Just because I don’t want to have sex or get married doesn’t mean it’s a fair rule to impose on me! Besides, why is it always the women in these things whose identities are tied up in who they do or don’t fuck? Last I checked, Grover didn’t have to sign an ‘I shalt not fornicate’ contract when he became Lord of the Wild!”

“Exactly!” Jane raises her hands and shouts up to the sky. “Don’t you fuckers realize we’re more than that?”

“The Hunters of Artemis, too!” I’m a jack-in-the-box, and something’s winding me up. “Thalia and Reyna send me letters all the time, and they seem really happy! Which is great!” I pause to emphasize the greatness of their happiness. My pinky is completely green, now. “But, they also had to make a stupid ‘ode of chastity,’ like I did!”

“Are you kidding me?” Jane’s hair flips as she turns to me. “I thought Artemis was one of the good ones!”

My voice lowers to a husky rumble, and I stare into the distance towards you, the reader. “In a broken system, there are no good ones. Abolish the police.” I clear my throat and my voice turns back to normal. “Sorry, zoned out for a second.” My green pinky has begun to vibrate.

“Happens to the best of us,” Jane’s voice is light and nonchalant. “And yeah, I know. Pretty much all of the gods have skeletons sitting on their shoulders, but it just seems out of character for her. I thought all of Artemis’s groups were supposed to be safe havens, not oppressive structures in their own right.”

I frown. “Yeah you’re right, that is weird. I’d never thought of it much beyond the gods having weird rules, but I wonder if something bigger is at play. The gods might be fucked up in the way that regular people are, and are undoubtedly responsible for all sorts of crap. But then there's more personal things, like the ‘chastity vows’ the Hunters and I had to take, and the fact that Nico was initially outed by Eros, and the weird unexplained eye condition that Piper had during some of her quests that made her eyes a bunch of bright, Eurocentric colors, rather than their natural brown. All sorts of other stuff, too.”

“Wow!” Jane says, sitting up straight on the grass. Her hand moves from where it was resting in her lap to cover her heart. “It’s almost like a bunch of genuinely good and inspiring material, such as including prominent queer people and characters of color in fun children’s fantasy, as well as having an immortal group of warrior women who support each other and are free from the gaze of men, was taken into the hands of a cis white man armed with unchecked misogyny and a fair amount of white Twitter feminism, both of which really showed when he tried to create an inclusive and empowering book series for children! Like yeah, it had its moments, and definitely some good characters, but overall, a lack of meaningful research in certain areas really made it fall flat!” Once again, I stare through the bindings of URLs and internet coding, now joined by Jane as we lock eyes with you, the reader. This time, we hold eye contact for nearly a minute, giving you time to read and process the long tangent spat out by this fanfic’s author, who, if we’re being honest, has gone just a tad off the rails right now. Finally, Jane and I look away from you, and resume our roles as fictional characters, still shaking off that strange cloud that comes with staring into the soul of those who give you life.

“Ugh, what’s going on with me today?” Jane groans at the same time I mutter, “What’s Twitter?” We turn to each other, blinking in the sunlight, then grin. This is normal. We’re fine. Jane looks up at the sky again. “I wonder if the gods are watching us. Maybe we should make them think we suck so they’ll leave you alone.”

I laugh as she sticks her tongue out, grinning wickedly at a nearby cloud. “Better yet, make them think we’re too powerful to be messed with,” I say. Jane sees me watching her and opens her mouth, sucking the cloud in between her teeth. The sky seems bluer in the space where it had been, and Jane’s eyes glitter with mirth as she swallows. “Mmm, tastes like sugar.” I giggle, feeling a small shiver on the top of my head. When I peer up, I see another cloud has floated over to me. I open my own mouth, and take it in, just as Jane did hers. “Sugar, yes. But there’s a touch of blood, too,” I say. Jane nods sagely. “What were we talking about?”

“The inherent misogyny in much of Greek mythology and the world of Camp Half-Blood in general.”

Jane nods again. “Right. A very important topic. It makes it weird when I’m writing sometimes. You know, cause I want to bring in Circe and Zeus and Apollo and all these fascinating characters, but there’s just so much bad stuff tied up with them that comes up when I research.” She looks down at our feet, which are standing in the midst of a strawberry patch. We seem to have been walking, crushing sweet summer strawberries as we go, which is odd because I don’t remember getting up. “You know Rachel, I’m feeling a bit strange.”

I look at her, and see an odd blankness in her warm brown eyes. “Now that you mention it, Jane, so am I.”

“My thoughts and words are my own,” Jane says, “But there’s something up with my body. I can’t really feel it.”

“I agree, I’ve honestly gone a bit numb.” I try to glance down at my fingers, wondering idly if they’ve gotten any more green, but find that my neck won’t bend.

Jane’s eyebrows furrow. “Yet, at the same time, I feel as though I could do anything. Grow another grass blade. Grow a flower. Grow a tree. Bend the world to my will if I wanted to.”

“Or is it the world bending me to its will.” I grin at my own philosophical point, but find that the smile won’t go away. Pretty fucking inconvenient, since the next thing I was going to bring up was part of the whole serious misogyny conversation. I decide to go for it anyway. “And I’m not the only one with weird rules!” Jane nods, as if this is a perfectly normal segway, and the only extraneous thought that floats through my mind as we find ourselves walking down a hill is how unfair it is that she still has control over her neck and I don’t. “Remember when I told you about the Hunters of Artemis?”

“Oh yeah! Your friends Reyna and Thalia, right?”

“Yeah, them! They send me letters sometimes, and seem really happy, which is great.” I pause, meaning to add emphasis, when I’m hit with a great sensation of deja-vu. “Wait a second, we already talked about this, didn’t we?” I try to remember, but something in my mind is rapidly melting. I cannot find it. I cannot find anything.

“Jane?” My voice quivers, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Oh gods, please let this be a dream. For a moment, I try to convince myself that it’s the Oracle of Delphi taking over, just like she did the other day and generally does a couple times a year. But I know that I’m lying. This is not what that feels like. “Jane, where are you?” I can barely move my mouth to say the words. I can feel nothing but the frozen fear of paralysis, of lost control. When I open my eyes, this other thing in my body has brought me to the edge of the forest. “Jane? Jane?” She could be right beside me, unable to speak, and I wouldn’t know because I can’t turn my head, can’t move my eyes, can barely even hear right now.

It’s okay, something says.

“Jane?” It’s not her voice. It’s no one’s voice.

It’s okay. You’re home.

With every cut the wooden oars made through the choppy ocean water, Sabrina knew she was getting closer. She could feel it in her bones, in her brain, a little voice that whispered in her ear. It had been three hours. Her body was worn down, energy levels dipping dangerously low, when she felt something scrape the bottom of her boat.

A rock.

Frantically, she peered through the fog that had begun to surround her boat a mile ago. The island. Had she finally made it?

As if answering her call, a peel of thunder rang out, and Sabrina’s boat began to fill with rain that pounded down from the sky. The storm from her dream. She rowed even faster, then, fear sparking a renewed strength in her tired muscles.

Just as Sabrina was about to reach the shore, a massive wave crashed over her, and her boat capsized. She came back up, sputtering, holding her sopping wet bag above her head. Another wave swept against Sabrina’s face, and she found herself spitting out a mouthful of saltwater. Finally, she washed up on the shore, heaving breaths raking through her lungs.

Sabrina blinked, pushing herself up onto her elbows. It was real. She was here.

She had made it.

FROM THE POV OF ROSALIND PENDERWICK

It’s been a pleasant day so far. Breakfast with my siblings and some of the Demeter cabin (though Jane did seem a bit absent-minded). Miranda, Florien, and Rio convinced me to practice some plant magic with them for a couple hours and I built up to growing a small sunflower. Lunch (again with Jane seeming distracted, though Rachel ate with us this time, which appeared to help). Then, Skye and Jeffrey disappeared with some of the older campers (supposedly for a regular game of soccer, but the unsettling gleam in their eyes had me doubting that was all there was too it), Jane and Rachel went to take a walk in the strawberry fields, and Batty and I were left to prepare for a pegasus riding lesson. If it had been up to Batty, the latter could have easily taken up the entire afternoon, but changing into durable pants and finding a bandana can only take so long.

After a somewhat restless hour, during which I grew three peonies and Batty rhapsodized about the stable of unicorns that another demigod camp apparently has, Batty and I arrive at the stable. We’re ten minutes early, and she’s been talking a mile a minute the whole time, not stopping from before. I swear I now know as much about pegasuses as she does. According to Rachel, the teacher today is Percy, her friend, who’s very responsible “when he puts his mind to it.” I wasn’t sure how to tell her that’s actually not very comforting, but Batty looked so excited and I figured there will be plenty of other people there, so. Why not. She’s been spending so much time there anyway.

Needless to say, I very much regret my decision now.

The stables are modest, made of wood and painted green, and I’ve been there several times by now. There’s a long line of stalls visible when we first walk in, but Batty skips straight to the far end, where a massive pegasus the color of a carrot pokes its head over the door and nuzzles Batty’s hair. She looks up at me with a smile that could melt anyone’s heart, and pats the horse on the nose. “Rosy, this is Queen Lotus Flower. Percy said we have a impenetrable bond.”

I look at the two of them with a questioning gaze. How can they both have the exact same puppy-dog eyes? I swear to god. The gods. All of them. “Batty, sweetheart. That horse is like ten feet tall.”

She nods enthusiastically. “I know, she’s so much taller than any other horse I’ve seen. Percy says she has the biggest wingspan of any horse at camp.”

I nod, slowly, wondering why my sister picked the biggest pegasus to fall in love with. At that moment, Percy pushes the door open. “Hey Batty! Ready for your lesson?” Batty leaves her post by Queen Lotus Flower to wrap her arms around my waist and nod. I look Percy over. He’s a few inches taller than me, with brown skin and curly hair. A beaded camp necklace, orange tshirt, and jeans. Weird arm tattoo aside, he’s one of the most normal-looking people at camp. I’ve only met him a couple times before, but, my nerves over Batty flying around on massive horses aside, I do trust him. Rachel seems to have a good taste in friends. Also, Batty likes him, and she’s still shy around a good number of Skye and Jane’s friends back in Cameron.

For the next few minutes, I watch as Percy instructs Batty on buckling Queen Lotus Flower’s giant saddle and looping the bridle over her nose. Not wavering a bit from the “lesson” aspect of all this, he steps back to let her show what she’s already learned from hanging around the stables so often, only stooping in to guide her when she gets confused. As the minutes tick by, more people show up for the lesson: three other students, and a good sized crowd of people who just like watching the pegasuses. By then, I’m seated on the grass outside the stables, soaking in the blistering sun and watching as Percy (seated atop a wiry black pegasus who Batty pointed out as Blackjack) darts around the large dusty enclosure, making final preparations for the lesson.

Skye and Jeffrey show up then, and sit on either side of me. I want to ask them where Jane and Rachel are, but they’re talking non-stop about a game they just played in the woods with some of the other campers, only switching the subject when Percy and Blackjack return and they begin discussing whether or not it should be scientifically possible for a horse to fly.

Just as Batty and Queen Lotus Flower begin a gentle trot around the enclosure, I feel a tap on my shoulder, and hear the familiar sound of Tommy’s chuckle. “She’s got a weird knack for that,” he says. I nod, grinning.

It’s been good with us. We’ve had breakfast together a few times, even played a game of basketball one afternoon. Our conversations aren’t the same as they used to be, and there’s a sense of newness that feels cold and strange every so often. But it’s good. It feels right. At least for now, this feels like where we’re supposed to be.

As Percy starts demonstrating how to take flight, I look around again. Jane and Rachel still aren’t here. They promised to come. (“For moral support!” Jane had said. “Wouldn’t miss it,” Rachel had added with a smile). I try to push it out of my head. This lesson is a big deal. Batty’s going to be flying.

She leans forward on Queen Lotus Flower’s neck.

They begin to run, moving together like a single being.

Just as they burst into the air, Batty’s euphoric smile lighting up the sky, Katie grabs my shoulders from behind. I shush her so I can lean forward and watch Batty silhouetted against the pegasus’s wide orange wings.

“Rosalind. Rosalind, guys. ” Something about the panic in Katie’s voice makes me turn around. Her usually tied back hair is loose and her clothes rumpled, giving the impression that she was dragged out of bed for this. (Some part of my brain distantly remembers her saying she was going to take a nap). Skye and Jeffrey turn around, too.

“What, what’s happening?” I reach out my hands, trying to calm her as she collapses into a squat, breathing heavily.

“Billie… found me in the cabin… had been looking for you guys… been running all over the camp… lucky I remembered about the riding lesson…”

Jeffrey leans over and puts his hands on her shoulders. She stares down at the dirt while her breathing levels.

“Katie, what are you saying? Why were you and Billie looking for us?”

She looks up, and I see that her forehead is drawn into well-worn creases of worry. “Jane and Rachel have gone into the woods.”

Something was wrong. Sabrina crouched on the wet sand, straining to see through the heavy rain. In her dream there had definitely been someone else on the island. She remembered the hunched figure, the sound of sobs leaking through the rain.

But she’d circled the shore at least twice by now, and there was nobody to be found. “Am I late or something?” she wondered aloud. Somehow, she’d gotten that dream It felt like it had been sent to her. Why did it show a person when there was no one?

Sabrina sighed and began to traipse inland, tucking a knife in her pocket. It wasn’t a big island, and she might as well find some shelter aside from her boat, which was now overturned somewhere on the beach. Circe lived here, didn’t she? There must be some sort of roof, especially if this kind of weather was standard.

Or maybe this was just a random island and there was no Aeaea and Sabrina’s dream had just been the unhinged work of her unconscious mind.

There was a small grassy hill set aside from the sand, which Sabrina crawled up with the determination of a dying warrior. Something was pushing her back. An invisible force, a last crumb of survival instinct, plain old fatigue, she wasn’t sure. But something wanted her out of here, and it pushed back harder and harder as she climbed.

She let out a cry of frustration, clawing at the ground, at the air, at whatever this goddamn thing was, and found a renewed burst of strength that pulled her to the top of the hill. Once there, the force that pushed back ebbed a little, like it was giving up. Sabrina let herself relax, and simply took in the view for a moment.

The hill she lay on top of gave way to a deep valley, sprawling and green. In one corner, there was a cluster of trees that looked healthy and comfortable, despite being on a random Greek island in the middle of the ocean. A modest garden lay next to it, somehow appearing unaffected by the rain, and a narrow river wound around the whole scene.

There was also a house.

Sabrina wasn’t sure what she might have expected from the lair of an infamous Greek enchantress, but it wasn’t this.

She hauled herself up on the hill and started down, rushing through the rain onto a wide wooden porch. There was a large stone vat of something dark and crumbly, with a heavy looking staff of sorts leaning against it. The door to the house was short, and Sabrina heard it scrape on the floor when she pushed it open.

The scene awaiting her was surprisingly cozy when she stepped inside. There was a fire in the hearth and rows upon rows of little viles arranged on a set of shelves beside it. A broom leaned against the wall. Sabrina looked around, noting the way that the rain didn’t make any sound as it thrashed against the roof and window, and the almost drug-like stupor that threatened to take over her brain, whispering that everything was fine, she was safe, nothing bad could happen to her.

Sabrina had encountered hypnosis before, and it only ever made her more jittery.

There was an open hatch in the floor with stairs that lead into darkness. She followed them down, feeling the air grow cooler with every step. Sabrina was quiet, taking tiny steps on her toes, and wincing when one of the stairs creaked. She didn’t know what was down there, and she didn’t want to find out the hard way. But there were no arrows flying up from the space below, no sounds of footsteps or slashes of swords.

Sabrina stepped onto a dirt floor and let herself exhale, shuffling along until her toe hit something hard. Only seasoned reflexes made her reach for the knife in her pocket instead of crying out in fear. She knelt down and squinted in the darkness, trying to see what she’d hit.

A leg.

She frowned, shaking it until she heard a low growl. “Stop that.” She stopped.

“Who are you?” Sabrina leaned closer. If they hadn’t killed her yet she was probably safe.

Instead of answering, they reached out a hand. Sabrina could see a gold ring on the thumb that glinted in a little sliver of light that had crept down from the room above. “Pull me up,” the figure said. “I’ve been paralyzed by the witch.”

Helping the stranger sit turned out to be no simple feat. They were tall and muscular, wearing a cape and a heavy metal chest plate. “The witch?” she questioned, propping them up against one of the cellar’s dirt walls. Her eyes were beginning to adust to the dark, and she could just make out their sharp chin sticking out as their head lolled back.

The figure made a noise. “The witch, the sorceress, the woman. Whatever you want to call her. I figure she sent you down too?” They snorted. “Good luck. I told Zeus not to sent mortals, but does he ever listen? You’re gonna die.”

Sabrina tried to piece together what she could from all this. The witch must be Circe, unless she’d wound up on an entirely different island. And if Circe was going around paralyzing people, then something must be going on. She must be hiding something. As for the person in front of her, Sabrina wasn’t sure who they were. By the way they talked about Zeus, and casually said “mortals,” she’d guess some sort of god? As if that narrowed it down. She’d have to be careful.

“Why did she paralyze you?”

Another weird gutteral noise. “She didn’t like my offer. It’s not the first time this has happened.”

She was growing impatient. Why’d he have to be so vague? “What?”

“Yeah, I don’t know why he always sends me. I don’t think he trusts me. He’d rather me stay her paralysed in the basement of a witch than come back home.”

Sabrina let out an exasperated sigh. This wasn’t working and she needed answers. A whole coast of people with mythology-shaped holes in their memories awaited her. “You’re going to need to be a little more specific. I don’t think we’re on the same page.”

The figure sounded confused. “What do you mean? Don’t you know who I am?”

She leaned forward and inspected them in the darkness. “No. No I don’t.”

They slid their eyes down to her face. “I am the god Apollo. I came here for Circe and she did this to me.”

“What? Why?”

The stairs creaked behind Sabrina and she felt a long nail drag up her back. “I just want to be left alone,” said a voice as deep and powerful as the smell of red wine. “You don’t mind, do you?” Before Sabrina could grab her knife and turn around, before she could even scream, strong arms had surrounded her shoulders and a hand was clamping a damp cloth over her nose and mouth. Shock made her breath in, sharply, and she smelled the sweetness of sleeping drugs.

A heartbeat, a brief struggle, and Sabrina Starr was gone.

#cruel summer fic #cameron writes #the penderwicks #penderwicks #camp half blood #camp half-blood #rachel elizabeth dare #jane penderwick #rosalind penderwick

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faithfulcat111 · 3 years

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Alright guy, we've reached the Hatchetfield era of shows. Note: I tried to do Movies, Musicals, and Me, but I just don't care for that show. Clark was the only good part. I loved him. So we are just moving forward. Starting with TGWDLM act 1. Favourite bits under the cut:

Jaimie's voice

The choreography in this opening song

Mariah's voice

This song is so fun the first time you hear it, but so creepy the more and more you hear it

'Where the fuck is he?' 'I have no fucking clue.' Jeff's face *shrugs* 'The guy just doesn't like musicals!'

The costume for Mr. Davidson

Jon just walking on stage with his chair at the end of the song.

Robert and Lauren then calling him a piece of shit with zero reaction

I have so much headcannons about Melissa for someone that only has two lines, I love her. But what is with the softball league girl

Charlotte putting the cigeratte away just to pull out a flask.

'The touring production of Mama Mia!' 'Wow, she'll like that just as much as Hamilton.'

'She thinks you're cool! Maybe you can talk me up a bit? Let her know her old dad is pretty cool too.' 'Bill, no.' 'You got other plans?' 'No.'

'You going to Beanies?' 'Yeah.' 'You didn't invite me.'

Okay, Ted is someone I would hate in real life, but I love his character.

LATTEE HOTTEE

'Oh my gosh so mean!' *flips him off*

*slowly backing off-stage* 'I have very low blood sugar.'

'I've been brewing up your coffee!'

'You meant this just for me. I don't have to split this with anyone?' 'Oh no, that's for you. I don't give a shit about them.'

Paul is trying so hard to flirt with Emma

'Excuse me!' Paul and Emma's faces as Hot Chocolate Boy comes back onstage. (I also have so many hc's about him)

'Oh shoot, I forgot about Bill's carmel frappe. Ah, fuck Bill.'

Greenpeace girl and Homeless guy saying hi to each other

'You know that money you're raising? You know how much of it actually goes to the turtles?' 'Well, none of it. I just made that up.' 'That's right none!'

'Zoey, you need a ride?' 'In your shitty car? I'd rather not crash and die, thanks.'

Okay, I love how they quickly flash between the different characters in this scene.

Wait, did Joey switch pants between Ted and Smoke Club guy? I backed up to check and he did! Damn, I knew Mariah and Lauren and Jaimie all changed here, but they put clothes on over top of what they were wearing and entered where they exited. Joey had to put a shirt and hat on, change pants, and get to the other side of the stage. 62 seconds, actually plenty of time. Still impressive.

Peanuts!!!

'That was interesting...' *Smoke Club girl and Hcb doing a leap spin* 'That seems like a lot.'

Paul having some sort of weird rivalry with Greenpeace girl

Greenpeace girl giving herself a high-five when Paul wouldn't.

Homeless guy's whole verse for La Dee Dah Dah Day (also this is way more tragic after Nightmare Time, but ignoring that right now)

Paul trying to crawl out the spinning circle of singing people

'Lights down, quick change, quick change.' *all the others running off stage already removing costume pieces, leaving Paul*

'Charlotte, you got enough coffee in the sugar?'

'Like a flash mob?' 'Yeah, what else could it have been?' 'Did you get a video of it?' 'No.' 'Fucking useless, Paul.'

Ted accidentally outing that he knew Charlotte's husband didn't come home last night and trying to cover.

These guys came so close to figuring stuff out before Melissa called Paul into Mr. Davidson's office

The whole of What Do You Want, Paul?

Jeff is is so unhinged during this (and Jon is trying so hard not to laugh at some points)

'Get my wife on the phone for me.' 'Mr. Davidson, I think I should leave.' 'No Paul, I want you to hear this. If you leave, you're fired.'

'I want to go home!'

'HELLO! PLEASE I JUST WANT A BLACK COFFEE!' 'Black coffee, I'm your coffee gal-' 'NO!!!'

Emma's expression not changing from utterly done for the entire tip song

Cup of Poisoned Coffee is so good

'Well, how the hell am I supposed to pop out of a trashcan and not scare the shit out of you?'

'We were just at Beanies!' 'YOU DIDN'T INVITE ME!'

'Paul, get in a trashcan. You, beat it.' 'Uh, fuck you.'

Robert making siren noises

Ted knocking Sam out with a trashcan lid (actually the choreography here at the end chasing everyone around is good. I wish i could see the whole thing at once to track everyone and there is a gap from different filming days, which annoys me)

'His brain fell out!' 'Well, put it back then!' 'I don't know how, I'm not a doctor!' 'Charlotte, look at that. That's not his brain! It's blue!' 'Well, how do you know, you're not a doctor either!'

'I am a presbyterian, I'm not going to die in your dirty-ass methodist church.'

'These are my friends! This is Paul and them.'

'What on earth does that look like to you?' 'I don't know, some kind of blue shit?' 'Exactly, Emma! What the fuck is this shit?'

'You bet your ass we got booze.'

The whole kick your head scene

'Could be worse. Could be dying in Clivesdale.'

'Fucking Timberwolves! We hated you guys.' 'We hated ourselves!'

Jaimie holding that note at the beginning of Join Us and Die

Actually her voice through this whole song

Ted's expressions during this song

Also him picking up a chair to fight the aliens

Hidgins just coming out with a shotgun

'Sing the beginning of Moana!' *cocks gun and points it at the others*

Bill singing The Circle of Life instead and Paul's expression when they realize.

'Alright, that was terrible.'

#faith talks #rewatch #starkid #tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #hatchetfield

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when-they-write-stuff · 4 years

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If you’re free and up to writing is there any chance you could please give prompt #13. “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.” A try?

The first time Stiles took care of Derek Hale, it was in the silence.

The rest of the pack was out; chasing down the omega that had been bothering Beacon Hills or getting milkshakes at this point, Derek didn’t know for sure. The only thing he did know was that Stiles was at his side. Always at his side. With a cool cloth pressed against the claw marks going across his chest and warm amber eyes that never left his face.

Derek would like to say he’d never noticed them before, but he had. And he’d started to keep track. The times Stiles took care of him, that is. And the very first time, it was in the silence.

The second, there was howling all around them.

The howls of the pack. One after another, shattering through the air and making Derek wince. There were two hands pressed against his shoulder and he knew Stiles thought that somehow that would stop the bleeding. He always did. He always forgot Derek wasn’t human.

With him, Derek liked to play human.

So he didn’t growl or push the boy away. There was blood splattering his lips and he wrapped a hand around Stiles’s arm, searching his face. Derek didn’t like to admit when he was really afraid, because maybe that made things too real. But he could admit to being afraid when the blood was coming too fast and Stiles’s face was too pale.

“Hey,” Stiles said, pressing harder against the gunshot wound to his shoulder. “Hey, you’re not allowed to die on me, Sourwolf.”

As if he somehow had control.

But Derek could always agree with that voice. To those eyes. They were full of a million things; determination, hope, worry. Stiles had never looked at him without emotion. There was always some expression on his face. Some emotion in his words. His eyes.

“Stay with me,” Stiles would say. “Don’t die on me.”

And Derek never did.

The third time Stiles took care of him, it was after an encounter with a particularly mischievous witch.

Derek wasn’t used to getting sick. He especially wasn’t used to being spoon-fed soup or wrapped in blankets while some soft voice read him stories. Because Derek wasn’t a child, okay? He didn’t need caretaking.

But then the entire pack had been incapacitated and what else could Derek do but go along with things? Stiles made enough chicken noodle soup to feed them all, but he only stayed in Derek’s room. Crashing in an old armchair next to his bed that couldn’t have been comfortable, but the boy never made a sound of protest.

There were cuddles that Derek would never admit to, storytelling nights that the rest of the pack enjoyed without being vocal about it, and then suddenly, they were all better.

No one ever really thanked Stiles for that. No one ever said a word.

Then the fourth time, Derek nearly died.

He woke up in the hospital. There may have been a couple of tubes in his arms and a head resting on his chest, but he stayed quiet, lost in the scent and feel of Stiles. Until the boy woke up with a tired blinking of eyes, that is. Then Derek blinked his own and Stiles’s face turned a dozen shades of red, a nervous hand running through his hair as he drew back. As if nothing had just happened.

Derek swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a little nervous too.

“Derek,” Stiles said softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “How are you feeling?”

“W’happened?”

“Oh my god,” Stiles said, smile slipping. “Seriously, dude?”

“What.”

“Okay, just let this be clear. The next time one— or multiple!— members of the pack are in trouble, try to at least resist throwing yourself right in the path of it all. Let Scott take a hit once in a while! It’s not going to do anyone any good if you suddenly up and die one day. You know?”

Derek blinked silently at him. Stiles blushed and ducked his head.

“I’m just saying.”

“Huh.”

Stiles rolled his eyes and grabbed the cup of water off the side table, pushing it into Derek’s hands. Derek took it carefully, watching Stiles over the top as he took careful sips. But the boy was looking anywhere but his face now. And before Derek could say another word, the hospital room door was opening and Melissa was stepping inside.

Her eyes darted between Derek and Stiles for only a second before she was stepping forward. And once more, Derek felt like his face was much too warm.

“So, Derek,” Melissa said, shuffling through the papers on her clipboard. “The good news is, I’m hoping to get you out of here tonight. And I sent the rest of your pack home hours ago. They’ve been here all weekend and that isn’t healthy for anyone, werewolves or not.”

Derek stared. “How long was I out?”

“That’s the moderately bad news. It’s been going on three days now.”

Derek looked sharply over at Stiles, feeling a little betrayed. But the boy was still avoiding his gaze. Instead, Stiles picked at the edge of Derek’s bed as Melissa continued to read off Derek’s vitals and standings. And by the time she’d finished, they were both giving Stiles what could only be considered a pointed look, and the boy’s gaze was firmly fixed on the floor. Derek sighed and Melissa shook her head, turning back out of the room.

The moment the door closed, Stiles’s eyes snapped back up. Derek glared at him.

“Three days?”

“Okay, hey, dude. It’s not my fault the wendigo decided to take a few good chunks out of the Beacon Hills grumpy-growly werewolf, alright? I told you to stop throwing yourself in the way of danger. But do you ever listen to me? No!”

Derek sighed. “So how long have you been here?”

The boy’s scent automatically changed and he dropped his gaze. Derek growled a little and Stiles’s eyes snapped right back up. “Only a little while!”

His heart audibly skipped a beat. Derek gave him a disbelieving look and Stiles deflated.

“Okay, fine. Maybe more than a little while.”

“How long is that?”

“... Uh, going on three days now?”

Derek growled again and Stiles ducked his head, scent warming up a little. It took Derek a moment to realize the boy smelled embarrassed, not scared. And when Derek’s growling had stopped making Stiles nearly wet himself, Derek didn’t know. But the boy didn’t seem very affected now, other than running a hand through his hair with a shrug.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

And what?

Because Derek had started keeping track of it all, hadn’t he? Every single time Stiles took care of him, that is. From the quiet nights in the loft to the loud fights in the preserve, to everything in between. But he’d just… he didn’t understand why. Why Stiles was always there. Why Stiles never left.

“But I could go,” Stiles said, looking uncertain. “If you want me to.”

Derek looked at him for a long moment, his mind still spinning. Then silently, he shook his head and a small smile tugged at the corners of Stiles’s lips again. The boy leaned forward, studying Derek’s face.

“Okay, Sourwolf. I’ll stay.”

And although Derek didn’t know why, although he didn’t know what possibly entice the boy to stick around, stay Stiles did. Always being there, always staying, no matter what. No matter how big or small the reason was.

Then the fifth time, Derek realized maybe he'd been thinking about this all wrong.

The pack decided it was ‘bonfire night’ which was much different from their usual ‘movie nights’. And usually, Derek couldn’t care what the hell they did. Except then Scott had sprayed too much charcoal lighter on the wood and the flames had roared up into the night sky the moment the match struck. The rest of the pack had just whooped, gathering close around it, but Derek found himself frozen in place.

For a moment, all he could do was stare. Stare at the flames, stare at the heat. There were echoes in his head and he didn’t realize he was trembling until there was a hand cupping the back of his neck and someone was leading him away.

Derek found himself on the porch of the Hale house, still shaking. Stiles sat him down and sunk down beside him, fingers still ghosting over the back of his neck. Moving up through his hair. Brushing against his forehead before moving through his hair again.

“Hey, Derek, you’re alright. You’re alright.”

Derek just whined, unconsciously leaning in closer to the boy’s warmth. His scent. Stiles continued to murmur soothing things, fingers scratching through his hair as he guided Derek’s head against his chest.

And Derek could smell Stiles’s nerves. His uncertainty. But for the moment, he just relaxed against the boy. Let himself be calmed by Stiles’s careful touches as the sounds of the crackling fire faded out. And Stiles’s touch never left. Not as the night went on. Not as Derek felt himself relaxing more and more.

If he listened hard enough, he could hear Stiles murmuring soft nothings. Words of; “You’re alright big guy, I’m here. I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.” The same things, the same comforts over and over again. Until Derek really found himself believing them.

Because Stiles was always there, wasn’t he? From the silence, to the noise. To the empty loft and everything in between. He was always there. He'd always been there. Always around. Always close enough that Derek could find solace in his scent, his heartbeat, his laughter.

And Derek would know. He’d been paying attention.

But just for that night, he didn't pay attention to anything. He just closed his eyes and let himself be pulled into the feeling of Stiles’s warm scent through his thin t-shirt. The fingers in his hair. The arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him in close.

For that night, Derek only paid attention to the feeling of touch, comfort, right.

Of Stiles. Of his

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I feel like it’s well established by now that I love a good angsty hurt/comfort fic! I love this prompt so much, my friend, thank you so much for sending it!

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#teen wolf #sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #derek x stiles #prompts #all the hurt/comfort #foreverthemomfriend

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isthatbloodonhisshirt · 4 years

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If you could change ten things about Teen Wolf what would you change??

OMG BUCKLE DOWN BECAUSE IT’S GONNA BE A LONG ONE! Do asks have a word limit? Guess we gonna find out! (Sometimes I wish I could speak these replies, they sound much funnier when I am speaking out loud to myself and then they are just weird and flat typed up but I DIGRESS! I do that a lot, have you noticed? Doesn’t matter.)

(Also, I did put a “Keep Reading” but for some reason it’s not working. Or it’s not showing as working on my end. But it’s right under this paragraph I swear so if it’s not working, that isn’t on me....)

1) SO! Trauma. People be dealing with their traumas. That’d be a thing I’d like, thank you. Like, I’m sorry, but there is a fuckton of trauma in this show and everyone like, goes to bed at night and wakes up cured. Like MAGIC! I mean, yes, I get that magic is a thing in the show (is it? I mean kind of? Idk, I never saw past season 4, they alluded to magic and then SNATCHED THAT AWAY so, side-note, that’s coming up later!) But yes, I would’ve very much liked for people to, you know, deal with their traumas in a realistic fashion. Let’s get some therapy going, or like, idk, some actual negative reactions to thing! They kind of had that with Stiles every now and then, but he seemed to be up and down episode to episode so like, it’d be like they wrote an episode where he reacts to what happened to him and then four episodes have gone by where he’s fine and the writers were like “OH YEAH SHIT HE JUST MURDERED LIKE A WHOLE HOSPITAL, make him have a panic attack randomly over dropping milk, that balances out, excellent, we’re so smart.” So yes. DEAL. WITH. THE. TRAUMA! Thanks.

2) LESS CHARACTERS, MORE DEVELOPMENT! I mentioned this in another recent ask about relationships but like, they just kept shoving characters in there. Like one of those clown cars. So we got like, 30% character development on the core group and then the rest was like “wait, who are you again?” Like, legit, I have a bad memory, you put too many people in front of me, I ain’t gonna remember them unless they have a good personality or a reason to be there. And like, develop their relationships! Not even romantically, but like, Scott’s mom loves Scott, that is sweet and lovely, but like, we never really… see… that… developed? Idk man, like again, I have a bad memory, but when you really develop relationships WELL (ex: Brooklyn-nine-nine), that shit sticks with you and you CARE about people. The friendships are important, and the familial relationships are important and just developing all the dynamics is important! They spent more time showcasing how much everyone hated each other and lied to each other and stuff and that just got really tiring. Yes, you’re allowed to get mad at your friends, but if you’re a Werewolf, and your human friend is calling you when there is a fucking monster running around killing people, can you maybe stop making out with your girlfriend and answer your phone so your friend isn’t treading water with a 200+ pound Werewolf for 2 hours? Like, JUST SAYING! (Spoiler alert: Me and Scott would not be close friends. Like, I think we’d be friends, but not so much that I’d trust him with my life. If I wanted to grab pizza and a movie, maybe play some video games, he sounds like a treat, but if my life was in danger, thanks I be callin’ someone who answers their phone).

3) Actual consequences for their actions! Okay like, I am also guilty of this in fanfic, but at the same time, my writing is free, I don’t get paid for it, and I write what I want because that’s how it works, so I can do whatever I please (If I wanna make the Hales royalty for the millionth time, ain’t nobody gonna stop me!). But like, when you are a legit paid screenwriter who is writing a show? Consequences! Just because it’s a show about Werewolves doesn’t mean there can’t be any consequences! Like, the best scene, and I feel like we can agree, because fuck it like, hurt my soul and my heart and I was just so like ;~; was when the sheriff got fired (fired? suspended? TEMPORARILY UNEMPLOYED!) because Stiles stole a police van when they locked Jackson up in it. Like, that shit was REAL LIFE CONSEQUENCES for actions, and that shit was intense and it HURT and omg I loved it! Give me more of that! Like, I’m sorry, but you gonna tell me Nogistune!Stiles walked through the hospital murdering a bazillion people and not one camera was working the whole time? Not one? Nobody saw that? Nobody went “hey, isn’t that the sheriff’s kid?” Like, CAN. YOU. IMAGINE?! That would’ve been so amazing, a bunch of episodes of the pack scrambling to keep the Supernatural a secret while also trying to stop Stiles from GETTING ARRESTED because saying “Sorry ma’am, I was possessed by a demon fox who likes chaos and thought murdering a bunch of people would be fun” ain’t gonna fly in court and the FBI sure isn’t gonna believe that but like, UGH! Again, bad memory, but was the fact that Dark!Stiles wandered through the hospital killing people EVER brought up again???? CONSEQUENCES. Woulda really liked that.

4) STOP with unnecessary romances. Like, yeah, I get it, the allos like their romances, but shockingly, you can still have a good show without focussing on the romance. Like, it can be there, I’m not saying don’t put it in, I’m saying DON’T MAKE IT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING! Like, the entirety of season one was Scott chasing Allison and Stiles chasing Lydia. This… this does not make an interesting show? Like, is that just me? And then as the season progressed, EVERYONE had to be in a relationship? WHY? Again, haven’t seen past season four, but I mean, I know Scott and Kira were a thing, and then Stiles and Malia, and Liam and some… person? Idk. And Ethan and Danny (congrats Jeff, you get to tick your “I had representation in my show!” box, well done, gold star, or whatever). And Isaac and Allison, and Melissa and Chris (apparently?). And then Stydia was alluded as being canon, and Scott ended up with Malia somehow?? And Derek slept with half the town and all of Mexico, idek. Like, stop it. Stop. Shows work without everything being about everyone banging each other. (See again: Brooklyn-nine-nine, or Avatar the Last Airbender, or The Good Place, or even fucking Supernatural!) You can have a good, interesting story without everyone banging each other. It ain’t necessary.

5) More actual storytelling (again, this woulda worked better without the unnecessary romances taking up 49 of the 50 minutes of air-time). Like, yes, I get it, pilot’s gotta have some pizzaz! Gotta be spicy and sparkly to make people interested (and like, fucking hell, all I can remember of the pilot is sobbing Allison soaking wet–LIKE, WAS THAT NECESSARY???–about the dog she hit and oh noes is it dead well thank God the lead character works for a vet! And somehow has keys and access to the whole clinic like nbd at all hours? Whatever. I wasn’t even allowed inside my blockbuster as a shift lead if it was off-hours but apparently a high school student doing paperwork at a vet clinic is different, I’m not a vet so what do I know? I HAD A BAD DAY OKAY, I GOT FEELINGS ABOUT THIS RN!) I went off-topic, what was I saying? Oh yes, storytelling. You know what woulda been nice? Werewolves! It happens, we find out about Laura, we find out about Werewolves, Scott gets bitten, all that jazz. And then like… ease in the Hunters? Like, why was there Laura/Derek, Peter, AND the Hunters all crammed into the pilot? Yes, I get it, you need the SUSPENSE and the DRAMA, but you can do that without the Hunters right off the bat. Just, how CONVENIENT~ that the same day Derek and Laura come back, Hunters move to town? That’s just lazy, and again, I can be guilty of laziness, I admit to it, but I literally get paid in—like, do hearts count? I get paid in hearts and pats on the back for my fics, I can write whatever I want. If you’re getting paid to write something, try a bit harder, yes? Yes???

What number am I on? Oh good Lord, I got things to say, okay.

6) MAGIC! Can you like—I feel like this one is self-explanatory. Stiles did the whole mountain ash thing in season one, and it was SO PROMISING, and then that just died. It died like Maes Hughes getting shot in a phonebooth (spoiler, but really, you haven’t seen that yet, that’s a you problem). Why even bother introducing magic if you weren’t gonna use it? Like, was it because people like Stiles more than Scott and the showrunner was like “nonono. If we make him magic, he’s TOO cool, and then Scott is unimportant.” I mean, you coulda worked that in your favour, but no. You just murdered the fuck out of it, like straight up took it out back and shot it. Like, yeah, Derek went kiddo again and Jennifer was apparently all magic beauty spell or whatever, but like?? That’s it??? You had a show about Werewolves and you didn’t even try to make it more interesting by making some of the characters magic? Lydia’s basically the closest and they didn’t even explain her powers that well. Magic would’ve been dope and they totally shoved that to the side. That was dumb. Shoulda done something with that.

7) Explain things more? Don’t mention them once and then do nothing? Like, we got some brief stuff about anchors, and emissaries (which are super duper secret according to Deaton but then like, EVERYONE KNOWS HE IS EMISSARY SO WHICH IS IT DEATON? YOU TELL ME!) Like, they had so much opportunity to talk about so many things and again, maybe that comes out more in the later seasons, idk, but they likely coulda done with more explanations and they didn’t and this angers me GREATLY. They mention something once and then it never comes up again. That’s some Lost bullshit right there. Don’t start something if you’re not gonna commit. You tell me the beginning of the story, I wanna fucking know the end, don’t forget halfway through and wander away, that ain’t right, I NEED ANSWERS JEFF! And like, as above, never really got Lydia’s powers. I know what a Banshee is, but her powers did NOT make sense to me. Idk, could just be that I’m dumb, but similarly, don’t write something so convoluted that it confuses people, that is also dumb. As dumb as I am so like, well done there. And also do we get more on Parrish? I know he’s a Hellhound, but how does one get born a Hellhound and not know until you are conveniently lit on fire by someone trying to kill you for money? (Also, you bean, you absolute treasure, “I’m worth five dollars?” You’re so cute. Silly child.) I feel like being a Hellhound is something that woulda come up before getting barbecued in his cruiser. Like, he works a stressful job, you gonna tell me not ONCE while getting shot at he didn’t have a massive heart attack over a close call and like, burst into flames? No? Is that just a me thing? I feel like the slightest annoyance and I’d be fully on fire, not gonna lie. (I’d be on fire a LOT… CLEARLY I AM AN ANGRY PERSON! No, that’s not true. No yes it is, I am angry, but more angry lately because I’m sleep-deprived and work is dumb ANYWAY back to this)

8) EMBRACE THE SIDE CHARACTERS! Okay, so MAYBE Scott is meant to be the golden child. The Dick Grayson of the show, if you will. The original Robin, the creme de la creme. That’s all fine and dandy if he is, no judgement (little judgement), but you know what you don’t do when your side characters are getting a lot of attention and love? What you DO NOT do is give them less screen time. Because then you’re being petty and, shockingly, you get more positive results when you give the fans what they want. I’m not talking about pairings, because everyone is different, and you can’t cater to everyone, but like, the more people moved away from liking Scott, the harder the showrunners pushed him into our faces. And like, that isn’t how this works. If I like side character 87 a lot, and the lead’s getting annoying, you know what’s gonna make me NOT watch the show? Cutting out side character 87 (hey, for shits and gigs, let’s call him DANNY, just, not coincidentally at all) and then just shoving the lead into my face. That is what makes someone go “Well, four seasons is enough, I can happily live knowing I didn’t waste my life watching two more of them.” Like??? I’m not saying cut out Scott, because the show is ABOUT Scott, but the more everyone tried to showcase how amazing and wonderful and pure and perfect he was, the more annoying it got? Like, Scott has flaws. THEY ALL HAVE FLAWS! If you don’t admit that they all have flaws, it gets boring, and you hate the characters. I know that Scott turned into a douche later (apparently, again, haven’t seen it), but even in the early seasons by trying to make him this pure True Alpha golden angel child who spreads love and hope and trusts everyone, it just got boring. He was vanilla, and also a bad friend, because he was too “perfect” to be around someone “imperfect” like Stiles, and even like, the rest of the pack overall. He was always put on a pedestal and it made the show really… irksome? Idk, I just feel like yes, SCOTT is the Teen Wolf, but you added all these damn side characters, maybe use them a bit more? At least Stiles was interesting, and Lydia was fucking badass, and fucking hell, if you’d done right by Boyd and Erica, the actors wouldn’t have left for better shows so like, come on man, you coulda done better. We coulda had such a dope show, why you gotta crush my dreams like that Jeff? What did I ever do to you?

I know this is only eight, but this is long enough, if I go two more, this is gonna be IN.SANE. And also it’s late and I haven’t finished my fic for the day (I mean, I’m almost done, but I’m not done yet!) So like, I’ma stop here. But yes, hopefully this answered your question. Sorry I got REALLY PASSIONATE about it but it’s been a day.

Also, I feel this needs to be said, but obviously these are my own personal opinions, and as opinions, you are not obligated to agree with them. But you are also not allowed to tell me my opinion is wrong. You can disagree with it, but this is an opinion, not a law, so there is no right and wrong. Don’t @ me, my day’s been bad enough kthx!

HAVE A GOOD NIGHT, BE BACK IN LIKE TWENTY(?) MINUTES!

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Changing Tide

@xfilesfanficexchange @today-in-fic @rationalcashew

2020 Fluff Exchange

ugh. This is so late. I’m so sorry. The wonderful Cate wanted a season 7 date night. I hope this is close to what you imagined. This takes place after Brand X.

A soft light of the monitors captures her eye as she walks into Mulders hospital room. The learva in those tobacco beetles almost took him from her forever. Her partner, best friend and now lover. God the way he was coughing, she felt each cough as if she herself was gasping for breath. She takes a seat near his bed, his soft brown hair turns slightly as he shifts towards her.

“Hi” he breathes and she is so very very thankful to hear his voice with as raspy as it might be.

“Hey,” she can barely control the tremor in her voice.

When mere hours ago she felt sure this would be their tragic end. He reaches for her, desperate to hold her hand and caress her fingers in his. She can’t deny him, hasn’t been able to deny him anything in so very long. She thinks back to a few short days ago when Skinner called her home to have her and Mulder come to North Carolina, unknowing that Mulders arm was slung around her bare stomach, his lips traveling down the curve of her back. She thinks about the way he laughed at their matching blue outfits. Her thoughts shift to the present as his lips find each of her knuckles.

“Come here, honey.” his whisper sounds like him.

After 2 days of barely talking finally he sounds for a scrap of a second like himself. She still can’t deny him as he scoots over and gestures for her to come to him. The bed sags ever so slightly with her weight. She can barely adjust before he pulls her firmly against him. His nose nuzzling her hair.

“How can I already be missing this so much. It’s only been a few days.”

She can’t help but smile against the cool sheets. His hand has already snaked under her shirt resting on her taunte stomach. She remembers the way he trailed kisses there when they tried for a baby. She wishes she could give him that, wishes she could give them both the family they desire so desperately.

“When we get back, I want to go on a date. Fancy restaurant, the works, Scully. Maybe we could even go away for the weekend.”

She can’t help but chuckle.

“We go away on the weekends all the time,” she can’t help mutter as he finds the spot under her ear that makes her whimper.

“Not work Scully, you and I have tried vacations apart and all we do is miss each other and you always seem to find a crazy cool x-file.”

She turns to face him. Stroke his stubble cheek “That sounds amazing.”

Her eyes are bright and so are his. His raspy lips brush hers, god even like this it’s still tingles, still makes her stomach drop in excitement. This man who has gone through heaven and hell for her, who challenges her mind, and loves her soul. She thinks back to the years she tried to deny herself his love. How impossible it was, how the proof and evidence of everything they were to each other was written so very long ago.

A week later after they have spent most nights just making love over and over, he almost begs to take her on a real date. He’s made reservations at a beautiful restaurant along the potomac. One of those places that is covered in white linens, with an enchanting view of the water, he knows how much it calls her. She’s been there once, when her cancer went into remission he took her here. She joked that she must have died when he surprised her at her door. They both knew that she was here because of him, that the two of them will always save the other. He gives her a heads up this time, tells her about that dress he knows is in the back of her closet. A gift from Melissa when Scully came back, Missy always knew where they would end up together. Her sister's voice still in her mind. Jesus dana, that man is in love with you, and you need to wear this dress for him when you finally figure it out for yourself. How right Missy was. Mulders love and devotion is as overwhelming as she feared and yet, it's better than she could have ever imagined.

He goes home to shower. When he knocks on her door with a dozen roses wearing his best suit, part of her thinks she might cry. His hands slide down her sides as he admires her dress. It hits all the right places and he can’t help the cheshire cat grin that spreads across his face. On the drive in the light rain he holds her hand. HIs fingers play with hers as they drive the familiar streets. They have lived through nightmares together, had tragedy take away so much for both of them.

The restaurant is just as stunning as she remembered, almost too nice for a first date. They laugh, he pulls back her chair for her, even though he’s done it hundreds of times this feels different and the same all at once. They share an appetizer, and she thinks about the time he wiped bbq sauce off her chin. Hundreds of meals together, stealing fries, he loves pickles and she hates olives, she thinks back to the buckets of chicken, the greasy pizza. The times he brought her chicken soup when she went through chemo. The times she ordered chinese and argued with him over acceptable expenditures. She scans the menu but he just scans her face, watching as she bites her lip and smiles when she finds the fresh salmon on the menu. He can’t help but chuckle at her predictability, and yet just when he thinks he has her figured out she orders the lobster. She always keeps him guessing in the best ways. Her order might change but her heart and her loyalty are tried and true. The way she stretches against his skin in the morning, the way she laughs when he grabs her just so. He is still memorizing her whimpers and gasps when they make love, he isn’t sure he wants to memorize them anymore. He loves her mind, her body but mostly her soul. As they share a chocolate souffle he watches her lips pull across the spoon. Those lips that have argued and shot him down, have been frozen against him in antarctica. That have kissed his forehead, sipped impossibly hot coffee, and made him feel things he didn’t think were possible.

This date is both new and not. It might be the most romantic but in a way it isn’t. Their romantic moments aren’t ordinary. They aren’t just confessions of love, they are moments of dependability. When she went to Alaska and Africa for him, he went to Antarctica for her. There really isn’t anything they wouldn’t do for one another. He wants to move in together, but it’s only been a few months. He knows that she can be a little skittish and likes her space so he has been buying his time in asking. He doesn’t tell her about the houses he looked for when they went through the inverto. He doesn’t show her the pictures of the farm house in Falls Church. How it would have been perfect for a tire swing and a garden in the back. He doesn’t talk about the fact that he bought a ring. His Scully is perfect and everything they have is perfect, he doesn’t know for how much longer it will be like this. How much time they have already borrowed from the devil, even if he secretly thinks she might be immortal. He sees why his other relationships failed. Why every single time he thought he found the one it was just a placeholder for her. He still gets a flutter when he touches her back. Still smiles when he hears her voice or heels down the hall. He realizes how silly it was to ask her out on a real date, especially under the guise of it being a first. Not even the hundredth first date. No the two of them have been courting through the ages, in past and future lives using intellect and mystery to seduce one another. Through a series of extraordinary events they have found the loyalty and love they sought and not in the stars that twinkle above them as they walk beside the river after dinner. But in a small laugh, a warm smile, in a tearfilled hug. They fell in love during stakeouts and bad french fries. Hours in the car listening to pop songs watching the world pass at 60 miles an hour. They saw each other's soul in empathy that they showed others, in the way they didn’t miss a detail, didn’t discount the others theory. They found love the right way, on the path of respect while they searched for the truth as partners. He couldn’t imagine a better love story, although he could imagine a happier one yes. But a better one? No. As they stand at the edge of the dock, watching boats lights twinkle across the water. This is so nice, holding hands simply watching the world go by and not thinking about the shadows in the darkness. Next weekend he will take her out to Falls Church, have her look over the adoption papers his lawyer printed up. Show her that ring, that seemed possibly too simple and yet utterly stunning. He figures now is their time, and he is over spending it chasing monsters. He’d rather get out of the car, chase butterflies and fireflies with his kids, regardless of if they are biologically his.

He’s been drifting off thinking about it that he misses her softly turning to him drawing him out of the deep trance his mind has taken him.

“Mulder? Did you hear me?”

He looks at her, the light reflecting on her auburn locks.

“What did you say?” he asks and this time he does what they do best, focuses right on her.

Right on everything she has to say, because she is the one person who doesn’t waste her words. She smiles that she isn’t mad, especially if she knew what he was imagining.

“I saw a file labeled Falls Church? Did you want to check that out tomorrow?” he can’t help but grin.

Intrigue is her weakness, curiosity and information, something she will seek.

“It’s not super pressing, but I wouldn’t mind sleeping in a bit before driving out there. There is a house I think we should check out.”

Her face turns up in anticipation.

“Haunted?” she asks.

Her eyes twinkle but concerned is etched into the fine wrinkles on the side of her mouth. He can’t wait to kiss them away tomorrow.

“I think it definitely warrants investigation.” He plays it coy, because that's how he got her.

She doesn’t want the answers given to her, she wants to find them with him. He can’t imagine a better way to go through life. She grins leans up on her toes, that despite her heels force him to still lean down. He realized early in this new dynamic of theirs that she loves being kissed. A lot. He is happy to oblige her. She strokes his face letting her hand press into his chest slightly.

“You know Mulder, we've been spending a good amount of time at my place… I know we’ve only been doing this for a short time, but umm...maybe you should I don’t know move some stuff in, not like move in move in...unless… ?” her voice hesitates.

“Scully if the in vitro had worked, would we be living together now?” he asks.

Because in truth she might have said that he could be involved in any way he wanted. But she knew as he did, that he was all in, just like her. All in for them and whatever the future held for them. Like all things when they finally are on the same page it’s the same paragraph, sentence, word.

“You know, I umm was kind of thinking maybe we could... I don’t know, get a place somewhere new? Fresh start?”

He looks at his shoes and he wants to tell her. She grins, that grin that he has longed for, this is right. Them.

“Yea, I umm think we could both use change.”

He smiles, his eyes drift past the water out to the stars, out towards their future together.

“As long as we are together.” She states her eyes following his into the sky.

“Always.”

#mulder and scully #fluff2020 #fic exchange #myfic #datenight #season7 #all the feels?#hopefully?#late to the party #stupid real life #x-files #msr

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shesawriter39049 · 5 years

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|THE PLUG|M|JIMIN|3|

SMUT/ANGST

***While out at a bar…one of Jimin’s “customers” finds out the hard way that he’s not one to be fucked with! And you find out he looks reallyyyy hot when he’s angry! Like..let’s have sex in the bathroom hot***

-JIMIN’S YOUR PLUG…AND HE’S KIDNA BECOMING YOUR MANS!

The OC is finally getting to see him in his...element...but can she handle it?

Dark haired Jimin has arrived…

The OC is officially his baby, he’s soo damn soft for her

Jimin’s smooth and fine AF and he knows it

Tatted and pierced Jimin’

Slight cliffhanger.....

7k -

***This can be read as a stand-alone, without confusion but the topic of “TIM” which is discussed towards the end... Won’t have the same effect....until you go back to the previous chapter! ***

NOTE- I’m not sexualizing violence, what I AM saying is, yes it’s sexy when your partner can hold their own when provoked. Let’s be real nobody wants to see their man get his ass beat!

WARNINGS:Bathroom/ Public sex,Dom Jimin, Oral I.E you let Jimin fuck your throat, then he goes down on you from the back, Dirty talk, Overstimulation, Light praise kink, Light daddy kink, Implied cumplay (it will make sense once you read it) A ton of teasing prior too soo ugh yeah, have at it!

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“Do you ladies mind if we join you?” The sound of his voice alone had you shifting in your seat, a slight arch curling up your spine, subtly crossing your legs, butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach. Well, isn't this a pleasant little surprise? Already well aware of who it was before you even turned around, there was only one person that could have this kind of effect on you without even seeing their damn face.

Trying to play it cool as your gaze fluttered to your left, eyeing him under your full set of lashes though you failed miserably! Once your eyes finally took him in, like..really took him in, it’s just...fuck it’s only been two days...since you’d seen him! Two fucking days man! Apparently, within those two days, Jimin decided to wake up and choose violence, and his main attack was apparently opting against being a bottle blonde. Obviously, you knew that wasn’t his natural color, I mean...duh, but that's the only one you've ever known when it comes to his appearance.

And if you thought that look was lethal apprently you aint seen shit yet..

Currently standing in front of you with an almost jet black mane of hair on his head, holding it’s usual slightly tousled look, a couple pieces falling in his face. Though you can’t even deny how much healthier it looks, full of volume, damn near a Panteene commercial at this point! The dark contrast only amplified his features especially his cherry-stained lips and caramel complexion. Bouncing against a barely buttoned leopard dress shirt and distressed black jeans, you had to give it to him, Jimin had style. He’s a subtle flexer if you will, far from the stereotype that probably pops in your mind when you think of your “Local plug” A little less gaudy monogram designer, and a little more... Urban Outfitter. He didn’t want you to look at him and just “know” who he was or what he did…

I’ll tell you one thing, there wasn’t a damn thing subtle about how hard you were staring, eyes undressing him from head to toe without even trying. A slight hiss leaving your lips in the process, the smirk on his face proved he was pleased..gazing back at you, eyes demanding your undivided attention which you gave effortlessly. Head cocked to the side as he appraises you, piercing teasing at the corner of his mouth as it runs along his bottom lip.

“Hi” Lashes fluttering in there direction, Melissa’s delivery was strong enough for both of you and you didn't blame her, I mean fuck, you really couldn't! Not when he was standing in front of you looking like the whole damn menu and the dinner mint! He was also accompanied by an equally attractive slightly taller gentlemen, dark wavy hair, dressed in all black. Thankfully he seemed to be the one she was automatically drawn too, would've been kinda awkward if her eyes swayed in the other direction.

“This is Tae, and I’m Jimin…” Licking his lips slowly teeth grazing his bottom lip, eyes locked and loaded in your direction, this man just really wasn’t trying to give you room to breahe! Just permanently keeping his foot on your neck and there wasn’t shit you could do about it. Thankfully your already sitting, so he can’t tell your knees are knocking together. Though, you already knew the game you just walked into, almost feeling like an unintentional form of roll play if you will. As both of you decided to keep this very, very low key until you figured out what “This” actually is.

“Melissa..”

“Y/n..” Purred off your tongue, casually flipping your hair over your shoulder, cocking your head to the side slightly as you continued eye fucking the hell out of him. Let’s just say you were a little more than thankful that this was just a little “Game” and Jimin’s already going home with you tonight if you even let him make it that far. Thighs already humming, you’d be down to bend over the bartop right now to be honest, fuck before the nights over you just might.

A pleased little humm leaves his lips in response, eyes flickering down to your almost empty martini glass. Bracing his weight on the bartop, diaglog to yours, fingers gently grazing your arm.Blunt nails teasing against your skin in the process...

“Aye Kol,” Flicking his head twords the four of you, indicating he wanted the bartendrs attention. “Let me getttt..mmm” Whisitling absently filling the silence while he contemplates on his posion of choice. Though all your thinking about is how good his lips look pouted out like that, and the way they feel wrapped around your-

“Four shots of Don..add it to my tab... “ Eyes drifting away from the bartender, only to shamelessly let his gaze drop down to your breast which you currently sitting and on full display in your LBD. “You are absolutely stunning by the way…” A slight smile tugging on his lips as he raked his fingers through his hair. Casually invading your space placing a thigh between your legs just enough for his cologne and body heat to slowly consume you. I swear your a second away from melting against your seat as we speak! There was just something about the current gleam that laced within those big puppy dog eyes of his that just had you melting in your seat.

You couldn't even help the giddy, almost nervous chuckle that left your lips at that, feeling almost uncomfortably flustered actually, finding it hard to even hold steady eye contact with the man before you.

Jimin shakes his head absently “Fuck adorable” Rolls off his lips low and warm, more so for him than anyone else, though you heard and it instantly rips you right out of whatever little world you were just floating in. Smacking him in the chest playfully, eyes rolling with all the sass in the world which only has him smiling even wider. So fuckin fond it’s ridiculous!

I guess becase in all actuality the two of you technically skipped this phase in a sense. So having Jimin walk up to you at a bar, smooth as can be, flirting as if it was his first time meeting you, as if he was trying to make a lasting impression, was one of the sexiest things he’s ever done.

Before you could even respond the drinks were placed in front of you,and these were the biggest “shot” glasses you’d ever seen but okay, pop off I guess. Nose burning from the smell alone, a second a way from growing chest hair.

“Are we toasting to anything?” Your eyes snapped in his direction and holyshit, that was the first time you heard this Tae human speak and his voice did NOT match his face! Like at all...the deep baritone caught you completely off guard, and that was clearly all it took before Mel was damn near in his lap doubling over.

Jimin shrugged short and nonchalant, waving the class around as he speaks ”Shit why not..” Pausing so you could all raise your glasses “Here's to us having a damn good night” Eyes wandering in your direction, gaze dropping, right along with his voice... “...with two beautiful women…” Yup, theres a slight chill moving up your spine.

“Ohhh” Eyes flickering between both men “The toast is in our honor? Aren't you charming” Mel bit back playfully, something a little wicked playing within her iris which earned a quick wink from Jimin. Leaning in to click your glasses together,taking it straight to the head and instantly regretting the shot all in one gulp! Chest burning slightly once it slid down your throat, you watched Jimin bite into the lime with a smirk, clearly liquor was equivalent to water when it comes to him. He didn't even flinch, just as you were about to grab yours he grabbed your jaw, holding it ajar as he slid his tongue into your mouth. Letting the two of you volley the tiny piece of lime against your tongues before he ultimately ended up swallowing it. A slight moan leaving your chest as you relaxed into him the bitterness of the lime and tequila melting along his tongue.

Before you even knew it, your hands are hangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, he was pulling a way and you were damn near chasing after him. “God I can’t wait to take you home…” Slurred off his tongue, never fully pulling away from you..the admission ripped a smile from your lips.

“Who's to say I’m going home with you?” Eyes heady and full of mirth as you rake your nails down his neck “We just met sir…” Breaking away from the kiss, reclining in your seat,lashes fluttering up at him far to innocently for overall motive. Coly teasing the pointe of your stiletto up his inner thigh and the level of smugness that curled up his face let you know you really didn't wanna hear a damn thing he had to say.

Leaning down so his lips were brushing over yours, halting your motion, with a hand firm around your thigh, spreading them apart slightlu. Teasing towards your heat which you know actualy feels like heat because your currently sitting here clenching around fucking imagination as his hands briuse against your skin. Fingers trickling up twiards the edge of your panties, toying ith the lace,and it took every once of self contraol not to grind into his hand. Not that You already knew he got what he wanted, you were already wet … question answered! Brow arched arrogantly, pulling back signaling for you to hop off the barstool.

Casually dusting his tongue over his fingertips though you know in all actuality theres nothin there...but fuck man!

“That’s, how I know your going wherever the fuck I want you too…” Grabbing your hand to pull you in front of him before letting his hands find their home on your waist. Leaning don to pres another firm kiss along your lips. Now that ”Introductions” Where out of the way, Jimin didn't need to censor himself anymore. Realistically if you really had just met..this is the perfect setting for the two of you to be all over each other with no questions asked. “

“Aye Tae” flicking his head to the side slightly gesturing he wanted them to leave, Jimin lead the way..guiding your hips where he wanted you to go.

“Sooo, is this the part where you actually do something about the current situation you caused between my thighs orr” Tilting your head up so your lips brushed against his ear, nipping the lobe between your teeth, the bite wasn’t the most playful to be honest, he sensed how impatient you already where. Not that he cared, Jimin loved getting you riled up, needy, begging...all the things you hate because you HATE to be teased.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, hands stroking up your sides, nosing at the rook of your neck “Not yet baby...daddy still has some business to handle first…” Fingers trickling down your forearm before intertwining your fingers, leading you through the sea of people.

Business? What kinda business are you handling at Orleans on a Thursday night? You knew better than to ask, so you just conuntied walking. You weren’t expecting to see him until close to midnight. if you even saw him at all so just his presence alone was welcomed, sexual or not!

Jimin lead the four of you to this area in the back of the bar, it was tucked into a niche within the wall, you’d noticed it before typically reserved for private parties. Once you enter you see about 10 people spread out around the black leather couches, a couple bottles sitting in the middle. The majority of them were girls, as expected but that’s when you realize you've seen this group of guys around before..with Jimin actually. Eight months ago at Jhonnys wasn't the first time you’d ever seen him it was just the first time the two of you actually spoke. Considering these faces were very familiar you couldn't help but wonder if two of them where Yoongi and Namjoon, especially considering the way they looked at you. As if they knew you weren’t just some random chick from the bar that Jimin planned to take home for a one night stand! A combination of a smile and a smirk tugged on there lips as you walked past.

“Business” Is exactly what this was though...a business outing if you will, Jimin was here for a reason, more than just drinks and domb brick oven pizzas! Since he lives almost 40 minutes away from where it appears he does most of his business which is probably intentional and really smart actually. Once or twice a month to cut down on the commute he stays stationary in a public..crowded place, like a bar or a club...and make himself accessible to his regulars. That’s also the reason he’s not alone..why he has backup if need be!

Giving daps to a couple of the guys sitting around, you noticed the way some of the girls attempted to size you up. Not that you gave less than a damn, flipping your hair over your shoulder as you swayed in Jimin direction. Little did you know they all took turns throwing themselves at him one by one and he respectfully declined...nothing but salt dusting along there face.

Letting your hips get lost in the music as a mix of “LUV” By Tory Lanze came on...dancing your way back to him, eyes trailing you before head to toe. “Come’re” Biting down on his bottom lip as he signaled for you to follow him as he walked backwards. Actually he swayed backwards, body rolling effortlessly against the beat, luring you away from the group. Leading you towards the back of the room until he was happy with the amount of ‘Privacy” the two of you had, pulling your waist against his, until your lashes were almost touching. Eyes leveled, while both of you found the rhythm of the song. One thing you knew for damn sure is Jimin could dance, and he danced just as smooth as he fucked! You found that out the first night you met him, in a setting very similar to this actually, pressed against one another in the back of a bar, grinding the night away.

He was a smooth, effortlessly sexy.. he knew how to grind against you without just slamming his hips into you, like he was playing bumper cars! The dim lighting in the bar only added to the overall aesthetic. Adding the perfect glow to both of your skin, making you look even more alluring than usual..almost mysterious the way the lights hit your features. Brining your hands up to caress the back of his neck, eyes prying into Jimin’s merrsically as you rolled your hips with the beat. Effortlessly matching your rhythm with his hips as they swayed along with yours, letting you take the lead for now. Lips purposely ghosting over yours, refusing to give you what you needed..just enough to drive you insane.

Jimin’s hands were itching to get closer to you, soothing them down to take a possessive hold on the curve of your ass. Tiling your lips up to ease at his ear ”I need to feel you closer than that…” Purred off your tongue while your nails clawed at his scalp. Not even bothering to respond, grabbing your wrist to spin you around so your back was flesh against his chest..ass at perfect height to grind against his hips. Resting your head on his shoulder, gaze slightly hazy, caressing the back of his neck in one hand. Lips trickling up the side of his neck “You look really sexy tonight by the way…” left your lips in nothing but a moan. Pushing your ass back to grind into him even deeper, Jimin's hands taking a firm grip on your waist,

Now it was his turn to be in control.

“Yeah? Is that why you’re practically fucking me right now?” Breath hot and heady against your skin “ You’d let me have you right here wouldn't you?” An all-knowing chuckle rattled through his chest, fingers teasing the hem of your dress, edging it further and further up your waist “ You’d let me do whatever I wanted to you..” Nipping at your ear, guiding your hips to match the deep waves of his, lips panting into the side of your neck.

A low whine leaving your throat, eyes fluttering shut “You already know I would…..fuck your so hard right now…” You could literally feel his dick pressing into your ass, the imprint was so strong you almost questioned if he actually whipped it out! Slipping your hand between the two of you, cupping him in your palm until you were satisfied with the slight whimper that left his throat. “Thatt’a boy..”

The two of you carried on like that even into the next song,,breathing each other in, hands gripping onto any and everything they could reach. Jimin started whispering in your ear , everything he wanted to do to you tonight everything he was going to do to you tonight, and at that point it was game over! Your entire body was aching for him, one more deep roll of the hips was all it took to snag his last ounce of self control. Swinging you around so your back was flush with the wall “Jimin fuckk-please..” Whined from your lips and you weren’t even sure what you were asking for...were you asking for him to fuck you!? NOW!? In the back of a VIP room..hell yeah you were, a second away from begging for it actually...until

“Tae-TAE! Aye...come’re man, come look at this shit!”

The words, more importantly, the delivery had Jimin halting momentarily, it was actually scary how quickly he could switch gears. While you were left totally breathless and a little confused as he pried his eyes from yours letting them flutter over his shoulder. Observing the way the younger slid Melissa off his lap so he could see what was going on. The voice flooded from behind the set of deep red curtains which acted as the “door” if you will. Letting your hands smooth up his back, naturally you find yourself intrigued by the situation just as much as Jimin.

“Who is that by the way ” Eyes flickering in the tallers direction observing the way he actually almost appears to be arguing with whoever he’s talking too.

A slight smirk tugging on Jimin’s lips as he brought his focus back to you, caging your body between his and the wall with one deep roll of the hips. Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. In an attempt to distract you as he knew you wouldn’t like his response. Trailing open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, teasing your skin with the cool metal of his piercing until he pulled a restrained moan from your throat. “Just… one of my boys baby…”

His very VERY vague response triggered an exasperated huff to leave from your chest eyes rolling to the back of your head. This only made Jimin chuckle unbothered as ever, as he continued trailing kisses up the side of your neck.

“Listen, when it comes to my feelings I’m an open book, whatever you want from me you can have.” Pausing slightly smiling at how adorably bratty you looked, a slight pout moving up your face.Flicking at your bottom lip with his thumb, soothing over the soft skin.

“Buttt, when it comes to my business…” Brow tilited in your direction “For your safety as much as mine…for now…the less you no the better.” Leaning down to place a kiss along your forehead “ He’s a good kid though, if he wasn’t I wouldn’t let him within breathing distance of anyone you know…trust me baby..” Lips heading south until they finally met yours, the strong bite of tequila still laced against your tongue as he kissed you!

You wanted to continue pouting and argue but realistically you had no right so you checked yourself real quick ! This was still fresh, and Jimin’s not some pretty boy in a suit, he’s a pretty boy who also happens to be a drug dealer!

Hands slowly soothing up his chest before letting them have free reign to get lost in his freshly dyed locks! Hiking one of your legs around his waist so his hips could be buried as deep as possible. Yet Jimin couldn't focus, as much as he wanted too..and he really wanted too,he found himself constantly distracted by the bits and pieces of conversation that kept bouncing in and out of his ears! Hoping Tae could handle it on his own, but considering the way things kept escalating he knew he’d be forced to step in..and just like clockwork.

“Nah fuck that! You're not running this game one me! He’s right over there, I’ll just go take my issues up with your boss..” Jimin was waiting for it, it was clear as all hell he wanted to be heard to begin with. “Since you wanna act brand new! AYE PARK!”

Pulling away from you with a growl that made your chest tighten. Tossing his head back, taking a couple slow steady breaths as if he's tryng to recenter himself. Doing some form of inner “Don’t kill this motherfucker” mantra, the pause is so baited it’s almost as if he was debating weather to respond or not!

Once Jimin’s eyes fluttered open his entire aura changed withi seconds... “There better be a damn good reason for you to be interrupting me right now...” Gaze daggering in the duo’s direction jaw tight, brow arched. Gently unwrapping your leg from his waist, ushering you to sit on his lap as he sat on the couch.

“No there's not! Ignore him he’s fucking wasted!” Tae tried, oh he tried, to cut in and end whatever “This” was but clearly that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

“Yes there is-”

“No there’s not-”

‘What the fuck is the issue!? I don't have time for dumbshit.” Though he wasn’t yelling the sudden grit within Jimin’s voice was something completely foreign to you...his demeanor was something completely foreign to you. “Who the hell are you, and what’s your malfunction?? “ Flagging his hand haphazeradly as if to say “Hurry the fuck up!”

A dry scoff left the mans chest at that, almost charging in your direction, Jimin didn't flinch but the grip he held around your waist tightened on instinct. You’d be lying if you said you didn't get a little nervous, body tensing slightly under his hold.

“Fix this shit!” Pouring out an entire eight of weed onto the table...just casually...in the middle of a bar, throwing the black plastic bottle in the process. Making it rithoche off the table, almost hitting you in the face actually, Jimin’s reflexes coming in without a second thought, swatting it out the way. The way Jimin’s eyes cut into however the hell the idiot was..let you know he just royally fucked up! The sharp breath that slipped past your lips did not go unnoticed…it’s like the sound suddenly set a bomb off inside Jimin’s head.

“Joon…” Sliding you off his lap gently almost ushering you to the left, but it was clear you had no idea what he wanted that’s when Namjoon spoke up.

“Over here sweetheart..” Signalling for you to sit next to him, the warmest smile on his face, his gesture not at all matching the setting, but you couldn't complain. His voice extremely soothing which helped since you were feeling a little more than uncomfortable right now!

“Min, Escort all of the ladies out of the room please…..”

Jimin’s delivery mirrored Namjoons, calm, collected, unbothered actually... which had you questioning if stuff like this was a common occurrence for him! Just as you went to get up Namjoon grabs your wrist.”Not you..stay where I can see you love…”

Ohh..Ohhh..Kay??! I mean to be fair you’d prefer not to be here right now but sure okay!

Mellissa’s eyes searched yours cautiously because again, she didn't know your history with Jimin but you flagged her along. Thankfully Tae whispered something that must've put her at ease because she left.

Jimin's eyes cut down to all the contorbant lying out in front of him, he knew it would only be minutes before the smell flooded the entire back area of the bar. His crop was cured to perfection, every batch.

“I paid for an eighter , look at that shit! That’s not a fuckin eighth...I want my shit fixed, and weighed out in my damn face!”

A sigh of almost embarrassment left your chest at that, you could see the issue off rip, so could Jimin. Outside of the fact that you could literally smell the cheap vodka pouring off his tongue as he spoke…Whatever strand he got was dense...so on the surface until it’s broken apart it may not “look” like an eighth. That’s why you weigh your weed...the nugs weren’t even open. All he did was open the cup ...poured it out ...and bitch!

Jimin raised up from his seat slowly, walking in his direction, nodding actually..almost as if he was genuinely taking in what this guy had to say. Not stopping until the pair were eye level, yet surprisingly whoever this dude was, he didn't back down. Eyes narrowing in Jimin’s direction, as you sat back anxiously, waiting for someone to say something!

“Get the fuck outta my face.” You damn near choked when you heard that,who the hell is this man and where's Jimin!?

“After all that...” Flicking his hand around as if to reiterate all the previous bullshit as he pointed down at the table “I don't give a fuck what you paid for what you THINK your missin!” You could see his jaw twitch from where you were sitting, you’d never heard his voice that dark, stern, this level of dominance was a completely 360 of what he’s like in the bedroom. This was “The Plug Jimin”, the one that lies beneath the pretty face when you push his buttons...and he was a different type of beast, literally!

“I just paid your boy $80.00, weigh my shit and fix it! I’m not fuckin leaving until you do...I got all night” Shoulder taut, chest puffed, though he still looks a tab bit ublanaced, you could probably knock him over right now.

An almost inconvience sigh leaves Jimin’s throat, merely risiting the urge to smooth out the crease forming between his brows“I’m not askin. But for the record, what you paid for is lying on the table…” Pointing at the gangle of weed just chillin, again in the middle “And that’s exactly where it’s gonna stay-”

“The fuck if it is …” Pressing both hands firm against Jimin’s chest, not knocking him back hard enough to earn the reaction he was clearly looking for though!

“Oh shit…” Accidently slipped past your lips thankfully in nothing but a whisper but Namjoon heard you, a low chuckle forming in his chest.

Leaning over to whisper in your ear ‘Yeah, he’s fucked…”

Jimin stagers back into frame, fingers clenched at his sides..“You came in here, disrespected me and my space, threw a bottle that almost hit my girl in the face…” There was a slight pause and you swore you heart about fell out of your ass, did Jimin just call you

“His girl”!?

‘And you think I give a flying fuck about your eighth?” Head cocked to the side, looking genuinely perplexed as he posed the question “Again. Get. The. Fuck.Out.Of.My.Face.” Jimin’s push had more impact, damn near shoving him out of the room

At this point Tae stepped in standing in between them holding Jimin's arm slightly once he noticed the guy attempt to walk back in.

Ohhhhkay, now you were nervous, I mean you assumed Jmin could fight right!?HE IS a drug dealer pretty boy or not he has to be able to hold his own right!? RIGHT!?

“So this is the way you run business Park?” He has the nerve to look amused, a dirty little smirk tugging on his lips “Pulling slick shit on your customers ?! What you thought you could scam the white boy from the burbs and I wouldn’t notice? That's a bitch ass move even for you!” An arrogant chuckle leaving his throat “I bet you Tim’s reallllllllll fuckin proud, such a fuckin joke!” Shaking his head mockingly…

Did he just!? Tim? Really!? Hell you were ready to knock his ass out yourself at this point, you wouldn’t even fault Jimin for whatever happens next! EVEN if he swings first, drunk or not there’s fucking boundaries!

Tae could feel Jimin’s body go completely rigid, it was almost scary how quickly he switched from frustrated to straight furry. Jaw sitting so tight yours was throbing at just the site alone, “What the fuck did you just say!?” You swore Jimin’s eyebrow was damn near touching his hairline it was quirked so strong, God you were hoping he wasn’t stupid enough to respond..the shit-eating grin and arrogant chuckle that feel from his lips said otherwise though...

“I said-“ The smile was knocked right off his face , literally Jimin's fist connected with his jaw so hard you almost felt the need to stroke your own! Especially with the amount of rings he had on, you knew that impact was nasty as he hit the floor, the little shit was resilient though! He tried to pop back up and Jimin literally pounced on him, you weren't even concerned or scared anymore you were lowkey cheering him on in your head! Not saying you want to see anyone get physically abused but fuck, he knew what button he was pushing when he mentioned Tim’s name and that’s exactly why he did it. He wanted this kind of reaction from Jimin, maybe he felt as though that was his “Win” if you will, being able to pull Jimin out of his typical calm, restrained persona! Well, you won...now you get to get your ass beat, and go home weedless so good on you sir good on you!

All you could hear was blow by blow, as Jimin’s fist repeatedly connected to his jaw, each grunt that left Jimin's chest deeper and darker than the last! The boys had somehow managed to step out into the main area which is what caught the bouncers attention. Jimin’s men were the ones prying at him, while security tried to free whoever this clown was from Jimin's wrath. It was clear at that point he gave up, not even trying to fight back.Your first instinct was to try and hide the weed that was literally laying across the table because you didn’t know his relationship with the club employees. The last thing you wanted was for Jimin to possibly get arrested thanks to whoever this asshole was!

That’s when you realized the guards were calling him by his name, which let you know they were very comfortable with Jimin, even there tone as they tried to calm him down. All you could hear was them saying was different variations of “Relax man, relax, he ain't even worth it!!”.

To be honest, it seemed as though Tae and yourself were on the same page as he was only half heartedly helping! Jimin was clawing at every piece of clothing he could reach, he was not trying to let this man walk free. What made it even worse is it was like he enjoyed this? You swore you could still see that shit eating grin on his face once they finally pried Jimin off! A gritty chuckle leaving his lips as he spit on the floor nothing but blood leaving his lips, aiming in Jimin’s direction. “Bitch” Slipped past his lips, as they rangled him to his feet, funny how that's the first thing to leave his lips as he just got his ass beat!

Yoongi ended up being the one to actually get Jimin to let up, arm wrapped around the front of his chest, pulling his backwards by shoulder. Finally able to see how hard Jimin was panting as Yoongi whispered something in his ear which you assumed was in Korean because you couldn't even remotely understand what was said.

“Get him the fuck outta here!!” Growled from Yoongi’s chest with so much rage,and unrefined emotion,and that alone let you know how much he cared about Jimin. You could feel his anger as held his friend, who finally appeared to be calming down. Reclining almost fully into the man behind him, essentially dead weight as he tried to calm his body down. Not even notcing once the bouncers pulled the “customer” out of the room, he was still yelling some obsenary but that this point nobody even cared enough to feed into it! The room slowly started to clear out, I guess everyone got the unspoken memo to give the two of you some space! The air felt almost suffocating once they all left, not sure what to say, or how to approach him after what just took place.

Jimin just stood in the middle of the room for a minute, hands braced on his hips, head slouched slightly as he tried to pull himself together. Little did you know he was actually nervous, wondering if he just comepley shattered any and every chance he had with you after what just happened! Walking over to plop down next to you on the couch panting heavily, ruffling his fingers through his slightly damp locks. For some reason the minute he sat down, you could sense his body language, how uneasy he felt, so you made the first move. Silently playing with the strands of hair behind his ear until his eyes fluttered over at you. Before you even had time to say anything he moved you onto his lap, a slight squeal leaving your lips in surprise. One hand finding its home on the curve of your ass while the other caressed your jaw, a deep exhale leaving his chest before he posed his question.

“You okay?” Tone slightly weary as if he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know the answer to his own question.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you gazed down at him with nothing but fondness! Already well aware he wasn’t just referring to the bottle almost hitting your face he meant in general, especially where he was concerned!

Leaning down to kiss his nose, not even caring that he was slightly sweaty, keeping your lips in place for a moment, feeling the way his entire body lax around you. “I’m good baby…. but I’m also an educated weed ...connoisseur, who understands density levels...within different strands soooo.....”

The ugliest cackle ripped from Jimin’s lips at that tossing his head back in pure amusement, the entire vibe took a complete 360 which is exactly what you were aiming for! Yeah, shit got crazy, your original plan when leaving the house was just to grab some drinks with your girl but hell here you are!

The smile that laid along his face was short lived,it was written all over his face how mentally and physically disturbid his spirit was! And it had nothing to do with the fight and everything to do with you, cocking his head to the side slightly so his eyes could lock with yours....

“I know-I don’t get to pick and choose but fuck, I really didn't want this to happen this way, I keep telling you “For you safety the less you know the better” yet... I damn near walked you straight into it tonight! You didin’t ask for this shit!” You could hear how frustrated he was with himself as he spoke, tone getting extremely gritty! “I-You sure your okay? You sure your still down for all this?” The intinisty that laid within his eyes as he said that was almost stiffeling, Jimin was searching for even a flicker of uncertainty. He wouldn’t find it though,your mind was already made up! “I wouldn't blame you if you weren't at this point!You havent even gone a full month with me and your watching me step out of character on some dumb shit!”

God you hated how hard he was being on himself right now, especially considering tonights circumstances “I literally got into a fight because some drunk idiot can’t weigh his own weed, and I physically brought you right in the middle of it, I told myself to leave you alone. Let you just chill with your girls but I just-couldn’t” Shaking his head in almost disgust as he relived the past half hour in his head,hearing how shaky and vunerable he sounds had your heart sinking “Fuck- I dont know, I don’t even knnow what I’m trying to say right now, I mean I can’t apolgize because this is my life, yet I feel like I owe you one…” Tossing his head back ruffling his fingers through his scalp hastily.

Jimin’s never promised you rainbows and butterflies, and he damn sure never once sugarcoated his lifestyle! All he promised you was him...all of him, and he’s delivered every time! Cupping his jaw between the palm of your hands “Jimin, baby stop, I’m not goin anywhere.... don’t worry about me, I’m a big girl! I got this, plus “that” Gesturing at the weed still sprawled out along the table “ Was NOT your fault, the last thing you owe me is an apology,that asshole deserved everything he got! You warned me what I was stepping into with you, I CHOSE, to say yes, nobody forced me into this...and I still want it , I still want you! You never promised me a cake walk... you promised me you...as long as you give me that, I’ll figure the rest out on my own!”

You could litterally feel the tension leave his body as he melted into the couch while you soothed your palms, down the side of his neck, over to his chest, fuck he was so damn soft for you! You could see it in his eyes how much that confirmation meant to him, taking your hand in his, kissing the back of your palm. “Thank you” fell from his lips in nothing but whisper.”You already know you got me, in anyway you want me....I told you..you can have anything you want from me” Pulling you down for a kiss, just letting his lips linger against yours...not in any rush to do much else, he just wanted to feel you!

That alone had you moaning into his mouth, he had you wrapped around his finger jus as much as you did him! “I’ve missed you by the way, my beds been a little lonely” letting your hands have free reign under his shirt, your warmth pressing against his skin. “Plus.” leaning down to bury your face in the crook of his neck “I really want your dick in my mouth..,I still can’t get over how sexy you look when your angry... ” Sinking your teeth into “Your spot”, with a moan grinding your hips down into him.

“Babyyy, fuck” Moaned from his lips bucking his hips up into you making sure you felt how hard he was,but more importantly reminding you who was in control .

“You still feel really tense baby...I think we need to do something to release all this pent up adrenaline..” Rolling your hips into him even deeper

“God yes, you dont even know how bad I wanna fuck you...how hard I wanna make you come” Just like clockwork, bedroom voice activated, panties completely soaked! “Babyyy let me fuck you!”Not even attempting to pose it as a question because he already knew the anwser!

“Fuck, I’m not stopping you!”

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Within minutes your back was slamming against the bathroom stall so hard the divider was shaking, Jimin threw his entire body onto you, as he slid his tongue into your mouth with zero warning. Not even bothering to ease his way into it, he started off deep, needy, both of you needing so much from each other all at once .Hands romaing up your body, hiking your dress above your waist, not even caring to be quiet, if someone heard they heard, fuck it!

His hands were everywhere and so were yours tugging on his hair, his clothes, any and everything you could reach! Damn near ripping his shirt open you were growing so impatient to feel his skin against yours. Guiding your hand down to work his zipper, sliding his jeans down his thighs, while he pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the ground in front of his feet.. ‘Knees baby….” rolled off his tongue and to be honest you couldn't drop down fast enough, you already knew he was rock hard. No “Prep” was needed, this was solely for his pleasure as much as your. Mouth watering the minute you freed him from his boxers, he was thick and veiney, and just fucking perfect.

Glancing up at him almost doe eyed, adding a deep arch into your back as you blew on the tip “Fuck my throat…”

A smirk moved up Jimin’s face at that, letting his hand stroke your cheek“Open up, show me how much you can take baby”

Wrapping your lips around his tip, suctioning your lips around it, slowly massaging the head with your tongue. Eyes fluttering up at him, reaching over to dig your nails into his thigh, until his hand moved over to your hair, moaning out around his length at his tight he gripped your scalp. It was literally throbbing but that's why you wanted, slowly rolling his hips into your mouth “Oh fuckkkk..” head hitting the wall as he felt your jaw lax. Not stopping until he hit the back of your throat, pulling back tentatively, you could feel his muscles tensing beneath your hand. Not expecting you to start off that deep, you decided he needed a little push so you slowly started sucking him deeper, and deeper, until he yanked your head back. Holding you in place the smirk more than evident in your eyes “God I’m gonna fuck you sooo damn hard..” Growled from his lips as he slowly started to roll his hips into your mouth, everytime your mouth came flesh with his pubic boone his hand caressed the back of your head.

“Babbyyyy fuckkkkk” there it was, your favorite sound ...Jimin whining! Glancing up only to find him completely lost in the moment, eyes shut, jaw slightly ajar. His opposite hand soothing it’s way up your back as he started to pick up momentum. Rolling his hips into your mouth at a deep steady pace almost making you gag, making him feel like you were almost swallowing his dick. “Mm, your soo good baby that feels so good” the words were so faint, the fact that you already had him THIS GONE, in combination with his words of praise had your entire body tingling. Jimin’s dick was throbbing from how tight your lips were wrapped around him, fluctuating the pressure you applied, while stroking his length with your tongue. His fingers taking an even stronger grip on your hair, as he bucked up even harder into your mouth. “Fuck stop, baby stop, stop!” Almost begging at this point, and when you decided to be a little shit...he pulled you up by your hair. Lips swollen and wet, licking his way into your mouth just enough to say to tease you, spinning you around, letting your face almost slam into the wall in the process.

“You reallyyy fuckin askin for it tonight!”

Dress sitting mid stomach, “Well, I have been ask-fuckkkk” hand connecting to your ass with such impact you literally screamed, your skin was throbbing under his palm. Somehow you missed the part when Jimin dropped to his knees the realization came once you felt his teeth sinking into the curve of your ass. Sucking down on your skin until it was the shade of his liking, keening out in the perfection combination of pleasure and pain! Spreading your cheeks, leaning up to bury his face within your heat, Jimin wasn't teasing tonight he was on a damn mission. “Jimin fuck-” Reaching up, to hold onto the top of the stall devider for support, actually you were falling into it! Jimin's tongue was every damn where, the perfect angle to get his tongue deep into every crevice within your folds. Body jerking, at every lingued stroke of the tongue, still not used to the added pressure Jimin’s piercing added, and honestly you never wanted to get use to it! ‘Oh my godddd..” Eyes squeezed shut as his name fell from your lips repeatedly as if that was the only thing you knew how to do right now.

You could fee the tip of his nose brushing against your lips as he worked your entrance with his tongue, waving it in and out until you started trying to clench around him for more stimulation. You could hear how wet you were, how messy he was, the sound of your juices sliding around as he laped his tongue from top to bottom, teasing at your ass slightly. Moaning out as your juices slide down his face, the added vibration almost had you toppling over yourself. Wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking, hard..as if he was trying to suck your soul out of your pussy you couldn't even breathe. “Jimin-Jimin-fuck please...just fuck me pleasee…..”

Soothing his hands up your thighs, laying his tongue flat against your heat, taking a couple long slow strokes, kissing his way up the curve of your ass as he finally got off the floor. Pressing down on your back “Arch for me baby….” Spreading your legs apart, as you lowered your spine “Put your other hand up here...your gonna need it..” God you could hear the arrogance within that but you were too needy to be a smart ass right now! Running his fingers up and down your lips which were currently dripping down his hand sliding in three fingers deep, with ZERO warning. The high pitched moan that left your throat bounced off every wall in the bathroom, and you couldn't even get yourself to care. Not wasting any time as he curled his fingers upwards pumping them in and out, just enough to have your walls slightly at ease. “Fuckkk…baby “ face contouring in nothing but pleasure as he felt how wet and warm you were. He knew you really weren’t stretched out enough but fucking you open with his fingers felt like pure toture at this point. Sliding his fingers out, using your juices to coat his length, making sure he was nice and wet before he slid in.

Lips kissing along your shoulder as his tip teased up and down your folds “Jimin pleasee fuck me!”

You were getting bratty, and impatient as you rocked your hips into him. Forcing his tip in slightly rocking back until his hands met your scalp, pulling your neck back onto his shoulder. Sinking his teeth into the base of your neck “Don’t fuckin rush me!” Growled against your neck as he dug his nails into your thighs, finally sliding in completely. You almost choked, as you felt him force his way through your heat in one steady stroke.His body flush against yours. Even though you were dripping , you still needed a moment to adjust to his stretch and he could tell. Massaging your ass gently kissing his way up your neck. He could feel you pulsing around him as you tried to adjust both of you moaning from how good he felt inside you. You couldn't help it, you were just sucking him in, involuntary clenching and releasing, and you heard him wince every time. “You ready for me baby?.” His tone was different this time around, more..intimate if you will ...instead of physically responding you just rolled your hips back into him which was all he heeded, to get him going.

Suddenly the two of you heard the stall open, the person actually into the one to your right “Good luck with that…” before you even had time to process what he meant he slammed his hips into you, a gritty chuckle leaving his throat once he heard the squeal that left yours! “Sorry...”Nothing about that even seemed sincere, considering the way continuously kept pounding into at that pace. The grip he held on your waist was so tight you knew you’d have bruises in the morning. “Shhhh” taunted off his lips with a smirk as he pounded into you …

The sound of his skin slapping against yours was enough of an indication as to what was going on, not to mention you weren't even close to quiet at this point which only added fuel to the fire. “God your so fucking loud!” gritted through clenched teeth “You like having daddy cock inside you that much baby? Hmm you don’t even care people can hear me fucking you right now? Hear how wet your pussy gets for me” He was right you could physically hear your wetness as he slide in and out, you were dripping down his balls.

“Yes, fuck, feels so good-” you were practially whsipering you were so winded Hhs strokes were long ...deep, but fast, he was trying to ruin you and he was succeeding. Everything was hazy you didn't care who was or wasn’t around, eyes rolling to the back of your head, your body so desperate for realise you were milking every inch of him. You could feel him hitting every spot, unraveling you never by nerve, he was all you needed, and more right now. You felt high when he was inside you, everything was just hypersensitive, It was like you could feel every detail of him. From how veiny he was to the way his dick curved,as he coursed through your walls,coating every inch of him in your juices. And the best part is, he wants some fling at a bar he was yours..alllll yours!

“You wanna come so bad don’t you baby, look at you..dripping down my cock, such a good girl for me . I can feel you sucking me back in, fuck…” His hand smacked against the wall, as he continued to roll his hips into you, one hand digging into your hips, neck reclined, jaw extremely tight. He was just as fucked out as you were trying to hold it together,until he had you were he wanted you.

“Fuck, please, please let me cum god I can't-” You legs were starting to give in, you needed him to give you that little bit of stimulation you needed or let you do it yourself. You felt his hand move over to your bottom lip, eagerly sucking them into your mouth, moaning against skin. His hand finally meeting the area that’s been crying out for him, and your body almost caved in, at the sudden stimulation and he wasn't gentle. Attacking your already overly sensitive bud, moving his fingers in a counterclockwise motion as he kept steady pressure on your clit. You felt the familiar feeling start to build up in your core again, you were clenching around him so tight you almost felt light headed . His lips met the side of your neck again as he flicked the skin with his teeth.

Not even able to fathom how you hadn't passed out and how he was able to continue at this pace, as he slammed into you. He’d rock his hips into you fast and hard, yet almost rolling them out of you, so it felt like he was almost..curling upwards..hitting every inch perfectly . “Right there baby? Is that what you need? You wanna make a mess all over my dick???” Nodding frantically, because you really couldn't hold it anymore..”Fucking cum then…” That was all you needed your body was quaking, clenching down around him so hard, you almost lost you balance. Eyes squeezing shut, you skin was on fire, not even able to fully process all the feelings that were taking over your body you were in such intense pleasure. Almost cumming in silence, because you forgot to breathe..”Fuck yes, that’s my baby,soo good for me..keep coming”

“Oh my- fuck, god...yes...” Your cry wasn’t even audible as you pressed your face into the walls. nails clawing at his clothed thighs, surprised you actually didn't rip a hole straight through ..as pure pleasure rang through your ears feeling yourself drip down your thighs. You felt his hand take a firm grip around your neck, almost knocking the wind out of you as he rolled his hips into you.. deeper..teeth grazing the skin beneath your ear .

“Louder..” The command coming out in the form of a growl coursed through your veins as his opposite hand stayed connected to your clit almost making your knees buckle. You were already so swollen and beyond sensitive ”I said..LOUDER.. You've been begging to come let everybody hear you..let everyone know how good I’m fucking you, and how wet, your pussy gets for me..fuck baby your so wet..” Still amazed how he could sound just as needy as he did dominant, because all of that rolled off his tongue in nothing but a moan..half of his words slurred together.

Continuing to rock his hips into you as you rode out your high, you felt limp at this point your body was drained..Not even able to cry out anymore instead you were just dry heaving. You honestly weren't sure, how much more you could take, you were starting to get extremely sensitive. Every stoke made your body shudder around him, each stoke made you clench even tighter. Luckily you also felt how hard he was and how sparatic his thrusts were becoming so you knew he was close. He finally removed his hand from your clit, which allowed you to pull yourself together enough to coach him on “Is daddy gonna come for me? You made me come so fucking hard, You fill me up so good baby..” You started rocking back against him slightly, you felt his damp head of hair hit your back, as his faint moans grew stronger as they got lost against your hair.

“Is that what you want? You wanna feel me between your thighs until we get home??” He was so damn close you could hear it in his voice

Wrapping his arm around your waist his thrusts slowed down but got deeper , reclining your neck, reaching back to grab the back of his head, making him look at you. Eyelids heavy, skin damp as he sucked his bottom into his mouth, fuck he looked so good. “Yesss, come for me baby pleaseee I need it, fuck you feel so good, ” A deep husky moan left his lips at the sound of your parise,, he fucking loved, it, damn near melting at your touch.He crashed his lips into yours. Tighten your walls around him, as hard as you could and that was all he needed, hearing him moan against your tongue was probably one of the sexiest things you've ever heard. The harder he came the deeper he kissed you, as the grip on your waist got tighter.

Even after he came, while his breathing was still erratic, his lips never left yours, just letting his tongue play with yours lazily and he sucked it into his mouth. You honestly lost track of how long the two of you stayed like that, both of you were sweating hard as hell.You felt his hands sooth up your thighs, as you massaged his scalp, you could the mixture of both of your arousals still running down your thighs.”Your fuckin amazing…” Something about his delivery let you know he meant that more than just sexually! Smiling into the kiss he pressed along your lips as he pulled out,spinning you around so you were finally facing him. “My pretty baby..” Fell from his lips, as he gazed down at you, eyes glazed over, skin dewy, hair a tousled mess over your head..your loose curls now long gone.Panting hard as hell yet in his eyes you looked fucking perfect!

The feeling of both of your arousals slicking down your thighs, had you ready to come all over again, Jimin filled you to the brim. Holding onto the top of the divider for support, thighs still shaking especially because you were wearing heels! “W-What are you doing??” Staring down puzzled once you saw him sink to his knees….

“Look how much of a mess I made…” Teasing his fingers up your folds, playing with his cum that was currently seeping down your thighs “Your drippin everywhere baby..I gotta clean you up a little before we leave..”.

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The two of you walked out of the bar hand and hand, both still head and body high, legs feeling like complete mush in your heels as you clung to Jimin for dear life. Face nuzzled in his side, the cool breeze was more than welcomed, while the two of you maneuvered through the lot. Still full of druken people moving far too slow for your liking! Alll you wanted was to get Taco bell, shower, and crawl in bed with Jimin...in that order!

“Fuck where the hell did I park!?”

Slapping Jimin’s chest playfully ‘How the hell should I know I rode here in a Uber! I swear to god Jimin I’mma make you carry me in a minute my thighs are not set up for this right now, hit your damn panic button!”

“Aye Park…” A voice whispered through the parking lot, the sound alone had Jimin head spinning, squeezing your hand a little tighter, pulling you behind him slightly. Almost as if to shield you from the gentlemen that was currently posted on the hood of a lime green Camaro.

“What’s up?” You could read it in his tone, it was friendly but somewhat cautious all at the same time...clearly, you weren't the only one who picked up on it either. Am amused chuckle rumbled in the stranger's chest, as he wrapped his lips around a cigarette.

“Don’t sound too excited to see me...I drove all the way from Cleveland JUST for you, you should feel special. Plus..ya boy needs a favor”

You watched Jimin’s eyes flutter shut briefly, reaching into his pocket to hand you his keys “Hey baby..go wait in the car for me...” His blatant shift in demeanor had you a little concerned, more so now than earlier, you weren’t good at hiding your emotions either so he read it all over your face.

“I’ll be there in a minute….” Flicking his head to the left, indicating you needed to dismiss yourself..so that’s exactly what you did! Slipping the keys from out of his hands, scurrying to find his car. A million and one scenarios spinning through your head in the process!

“Who’s that?” Cocking his head to the side slightly, eyeing your ass, as you walked off...Jimin didn't say shit though, and it took everything in him not too! He didn’t want him to know that he cared enough about you to say something, the less he knew about you the better!

“Don’t worry about it! What do you need Jay?”

THAT'S ALL SHE WROTE FOR NOW! IF YOU LIKED IT “LIKE IT” COME HIT UP THE ASK AS LONG AS THE SERIES KEEPS GETTING LOVE I’ll CONTINUE IT! LOVE YOU GUYS AS ALWAYS,

ROCKI!

FINAL NOTE- OH, IF YOU FOLLOW THE SERIES THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER 21 QUESTIONS BUT THERE WILL STILL BE A PART TWO.THE QUESTIONS THAT ARRISE WITHIN THAT MINI SERIES WILL CORRELATE WITH THE MAIN SERIES...HINTS WHY TIM WAS DISCUSSED IN PART 1! SOOO IN PART 2 THERE WILL BE A HINT AS TO WHO “JAY” IS AND GIVE YOU A IDEA OF WHAT HE WANTS.

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kanene-yaaay · 4 years

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Random Fun Facts While My PC is Charging

[~*~] I literally have just ONE Oc who doesn't has a happy ending. I always feel a little bad about her and now I propably will think about a good end for this girl because she deserves. :3

(✒) It would be a very visual fic if wrote that, because it's gore. And that is exactly why I'm not writing XP.

(✒) It was to happen in the world of Magnus Chase (from Rick Riordan) but I guess it could work being original? :'3

[~*~] My very first OC was for a Naruto Fanfic. Her name is Mika and her power was summon clones but as part of her personality. It was crazy. I literally just remember about her today, like, five years after The Big Creation. Sivsjgsugsyfakba. I'm clearly an awesome mom.

(✒) She had chapter about her, though. This is rare between my OC's (poor babys :'3 I'm sorrey).

[~*~] I have a OC called Times and he is, like, an humanization of references about all the fandoms I was at that time. I used to talk with him to calm myself. He is very cute and logic. -w-)b

(✒) The fandom was: Sherlock Holmes, FullMetal Alchemist, Undertale, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Percy Jackson.

[~*~] My first OC (COF COF which I didn't ignore the existence and REALLY elaborate a decent plot COF cof) is called Melissa and she has a spirit sharing her body with her. Non of them wanted that, though, and it just happened for a revenge prank. The storie happens in Percy Jackson.

(✒) The spirit is called Inner. It's pretty powerful, but doesn't can use her powers most of time because she doesn't have a body.

(✒) Melissa isn't really daughter of any god, but she can get in the Halfblood Camp because of Inner (and in the future she got some god's blood mixed with her own. Long short story: She almost died and Apollo is a little sorry for some prank [that will endure the rest of her life but that's okay :3] and try to do some good action.)

(✒) The godly blood unblocked some strange powers from Inner. They can talk with water, now! :D)/

(✒) Inner is not bad, is not very good, though.

[~*~] I like to created OC that could easly be just a secondary character. I find it cool.

[~*~] The OC who I am always desevolving the storie is Alex, who is like a psicologist for the characters of every fandom that I am. XD. She can travel to their universes and help them. However, she doesn't choose where, when or who she will help/find. And everytime she gets out from a Universe everyone forgets about her, just rembering when she is back. Even in her own. She also change gender nor apparence in some Universes. And when Alex really needs help, she travels too.

(✒) "But this means that, when she die, everyone will just forget about her?? Im every Universe??" Almost like that. In that case will not just 'forget' her existence will be ereased. She bought that power for this price.

(✒) About Alex, yup, she has a happy ending! (Happy as it can be) and in a quite... Ineffable way. ~

(✒) She already went to TMNT 2012 (But can't come back to there), Batman, Avangers, Transformers and Good Omens.

Okaaaay. The computer is full now. I will keep putting random facts here day by day. Most because I really don't want to forget about they and because is really fun remember all of this!!

Feel free to ask about them! I would love answer! ^w^)s2

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Thank you very much for reading!!! Eat chocolate!! Yaaaay! Byeioo ~ ('u~)s2

#fiction #original #OC #Kanene's OC #Off topic #KaneneArt #yeah just random stuff #sorry any spelling mistake!#<33

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stereksecretsanta · 5 years

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Merry Christmas, @glorious-spoon!

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Holly jolly christmas

He’s been out of it for a while. He just knows it the moment he wakes up with the familiar peeping sound of hospital machinery in his ears. Dry mouth and stiff muscles. Shit. He groans as he tries to sit up and stretch out a little. Why is he here again? He tries to remember why and most importantly how! He scratches an itch on his side and oh. As soon as he does, he kind of remembers being stupid. Very very stupid, but by now that’s a knee-jerk decision. It’s the natural order of things, if someone comes charging at his friend with a big ass knife, he will dive in front of it before remembering that said friend has immunity against big ass knives by being a werewolf. Fucking hag. Not that he’d insult an old murder lady, but she was a literal fucking hag as in creepy voice and wanting to eat children and like 500 years old. The stab-wound is healed now, and she didn’t eat him, but it’s also not just scabbed over, it’s healed. Fuck.

It takes about an hour after a nurse walks in and almost drops the bag of, well, medical stuff before scurrying out. A faint “MELISSA” echoing through the halls.

“Nice to meet you too lady.” He grumbles alone in his bed. Fuck he’s stiff.

Melissa rushes in, very much in a bulldoze kind of way as the doctor is looking him over.

“You missed Christmas!” She states first of all, a big grin on her face.

“It’s November, how can I possibly have- Oh.” He says, her smile falters but she still looks so happy.

“Mr. Stilinski, I need to do a few cognitive tests now.” The doctor says and Stiles mumbles and repeats all the doctor wants him to, says ball, blue and house in the right order after a twenty-minute distraction and the doctor seems pleased.

“You will need to get on your legs a little, but you’ll be able to go home soon.” Melissa says as soon as the doctor is out, placing two cups of jell-o on his little table.

“Sweet, how is everyone?” he asks.

“Your dad is on his way right now. Everyone else is fine too. Scott has been worried, the whole pack has.” She hums. “Even Isaac.”

“Ahhw, he does love me.” Stiles coos to Melissa but his thoughts stop at Derek. Shit. He dived in front of a knife for him. Wonder how he’ll feel about that.

He plans to walk into the loft as casually as he can muster, knowing he won’t fool the wolves but still. They all look at him like he’s an alien. He has never felt as winded by the stairs as this day and not even a week of physical therapy could’ve prepared him. Melissa promised she wouldn’t tell them he’d be “released” today rather than in two days and he wanted to surprise them. He stops at the top step looking at the entire pack, all collected in the stairway.

“Fix the fucking elevator Derek. I don’t want to kick the bucket because I hyperventilated to death. God damn.” He folds in half and almost everyone takes a scared step forward.

“Let’s get your clumsy ass away from the stairs, huh buddy?” Scott says, and stiles stays folded like towel and just gives him a thumbs up.

“So, anyone wanna give me a hug or am I gonna have to go to the shady parts of town and get one on the black market?” he wheezes, barely having time to finish before he’s surrounded by pack.

“We missed you bud. We were scared there for a while.” Scott says and Lydia whacks him on the head.

“Don’t ever be so dumb again. You’re to smart to do stupid shit” she huffs and Stiles grins as they drag him inside. He sits on the couch with Derek and Isaac as Scott gets him some water.

“Hey big guy, I missed you too.” Stiles says as he hugs Derek on the couch. Isaac nestling in behind him.

Derek grunts. “I’m sure you did.”

Stiles pulls away with is brows furrowed. “Are you mad at me?!”

“Of course I’m mad! You were stupid and risky, and it shows just how reckless and stupid you are!”

“You said stupid twice.” Stiles points out because he doesn’t know what else to do, it’s not like Derek is wrong is it. Derek just stands to leave.

“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have but I just reacted! I didn’t think, and before you say ‘That’s what I mean, you never think’ just now, that there was no fucking time to think because I’d jump in front of all my friends when there is a 500 year old human-eating hag with a fucking machete. I had a choice and my instincts made that choice for me before I could supply my heroic mind with ‘the dude behind you can heal in ten seconds from that stab’. Cut me some slack, I just didn’t want you to fucking die. It seems that no matter how long we’ve done this, fought oni and werecougars and what not I keep forgetting that not everyone is as breakable as me so shut up, sit the fuck back down and let me hug you! We can fight about my recklessness some other time.” he says it all in one breath and Derek just mutely nods and sits back down. Isaac is trying to contain himself at the sight of Derek’s red cheeks, he doesn’t say anything more but a faint, I did miss you Stiles, before they all fall asleep in the den.

“YOU MISSED CHRISTMAS!” Scott yells one afternoon, reminding Stiles that Melissa had said the same thing. Derek is fixing the elevator, greasy jeans and a wrench in his hand.

“It’s February Scott.” Stiles says but he loves Christmas, it’s nice, nostalgic and it’s the one time of the year the tears for his mother are only happy, because she fucking loved Christmas too.

“So? We fix Christmas! We’ll go get a tree, decorate it, listen to music, have hot cocoa, my mom makes the best and you know it.” He shoots out and stiles just grins.

“She truly does!” he agrees.

“Then we go skating, you used to love skating! We’ll make sure to decorate the rink, get a speaker in there. We eat Christmas dinner and open gifts afterwards and oh candycanes!” Scott is all worked up by now and drags Isaac into it. “Isaac can you get candycanes and decorations?!” he pleads and Isaac groans.

“No more Christmas please I’m tired of eating leftovers.”

“But Stiles MISSED Christmas.”

“Oh, well, I’ll go get the decorations.” Isaac says and picks up the car keys.

“I’ll get the tree for the dinner I guess.” Derek shrugs and Stiles fall into laughter.

“Thanks guys.” Thanks.

Derek doesn’t hate Christmas, he kind of always liked it but it’s hard to have to reset all thoughts and norms of how it’s typically done. Going from 30 or so from the Mexican and American side of the family in one house and food made for 50 to having nothing. His pack isn’t nothing but it’s still not the same, its good, but he just didn’t know this is how it would be. It’s a painful time of the year. And here he is, on his way to chop down yet another Christmas tree voluntarily. For Stiles: his mind supplies and sure. He’d do next to anything for Stiles. He can’t say when he stopped looking at him as superimposing and started seeing him as a friend. A confidante. And now, suddenly, he has rose tinted glasses. He slams his fist into the wheel and groans.

He ends up picking a better tree than he did for the real Christmas. For Stiles.

No one told Derek he’d have to skate if he came along and now, he’s bringing down the joy. He hates skating. He doesn’t hate having fun, but he’s not made to be on ice. He’ll look dumb. So dumb

He’s clutching the railing, a little bit scared of going out on the actual ice.

“Oh my god Stiles you can skate. I forgot.” Lydia says happily as they walk towards the ice, skates in hand. Derek had picked the hockey-things, because the guy at the counter said that was the male ones. Lydia’s looked impossibly white and had a heel, he had no idea if that was normal. Considering that Stiles’ looked the same but were dark blue instead seemed to answer it. Did he have girl skates? Derek looked at his own feet again in question. Maybe these were beginners skates.

“You can?” Scott

“Yeah, bro, you knew this, I also may have continued now and then since mom died.” He said as he laced the skates up.

“Oh right, I’m sorry!”

“We were kids it’s fine, if I hadn’t continued, I probably would have sucked.”

“How come Lydia knows? Did you do cool stuff when we went skating with Allison and Lydia sophomore year?!”

“Meh,” he shrugged “you were just to busy sucking and falling on your ass to see all the cool stuff I did, also I was wearing jeans.

“What are you wearing this time then? Spanx?” Lydia giggles.

“What, no, these!” he pints to his sweats, not very fashionably and Derek assumed they were for warmth. They aren’t very baggy but he still looks like a thug with heels. He tells Stiles as much.

“What you can’t say thug with heels! Not my fault you didn’t pick the superior skates.”

“They have deathtraps at the front!” Scott yells and shoves one of Stiles skates into his face, they have tiny teeth in the front. “you get these into the ice and you fall flat on your face once and all of the ice rink is laughing at you. I’m with you Derek, hockeyskates are the only ones that wont kill you.”

“They aren’t made to be traps, it’s for figure skating. Pirouettes if you may.” Lydia says and she glides onto the ice.

“You do figure skating?” Derek asks shocked.

“My mom did, so naturally she dragged me along, it was fun, better than hockey, they tackle you in hockey!” Stiles grimace.

“Come on Stiles you’re making cool things with me.”

“Sure, by the time we’re done Derek might have dared to go onto the ice.”

“You really should’ve worn tights.” Lydia says in distaste at his werid fitting sweats. Derek can’t help but agree. Stiles just groans and pulls his sweats off.

“You happy??”

“You were wearing tights!!!” Scott laughs.

Stiles flails as he goes on the ice and starts chasing Scott.

“Don’t laugh at me!! It’s practical! I wasn’t just gonna drop the sweatpants two seconds after you said spandex!” he groans as he keeps gliding behind Scott.

Derek thinks he’ll taste ice more than once, considering he not only have to stay upright on ice but also has the distraction of Stiles ass in his face. This wasn’t going to work.

They knew so many things about each other, like how Stiles knew what happened before Kate burnt the house down, how Derek led her right to it. He knew how stiles handled the Nogitsune, how he still woke up counting fingers some nights before texting Derek. They had exchanged methods of handling stress and anxiety. They had made silent pacts of secrecy. It never before dawned on Derek how much he relied on Stiles being there for him, keeping him grounded.

Stiles watched as Derek slipped once more and landed on his butt, growling at the ice, fangs out and eyebrows angry.

“Go skate with your boyfriend” she says and pushes him towards Derek.

“Boyfriend?!” They both say in unison, Derek tries to stand up but instead lands on his tummy.

“You have been dancing around each other, pining since you met. In all this destruction and supernatural frenzy, I really thought you’d come to the conclusion yourselves. But alas: not.” She shrugs and skates away from them both. Scott claps Stiles on the shoulder, “You two were probably the last to know.” He says before staggering away towards the others. And he was right wasn’t he, as they looks at each other it all piles up. Neither leaned more on anyone other than each other. Stiles had stopped going to Scott’s, he went to Derek’s. Derek had stopped keeping everything to himself, he included Stiles.

“Shit, she’s right isn’t she?” Stiles says and scratches his neck.

Derek tries to stand before falling again, earning a laugh from Stiles before giving up and crawling towards Stiles. “I guess she is. I didn’t realize you liked me.” Derek huffs as Stiles meets him halfway.

“Well, neither did I, so. But you like me?” Stiles asks.

Derek knits his eyebrows together. “Of course. I would not have patience for you if I didn’t.” He smiles as he says it and Stiles drinks it all in, the cute bunny teeth Derek hates because it doesn’t make him look macho.

“Well of course, god forbid it’s my charming sense of humor or my hot self-sacrificing ass, or…” he doesn’t get further before Derek has yanked his leg and made Stiles get down on his level since he possibly can’t stand. Before he has time to protest he feels warm lips on his own and the chill that has bitten into his cheeks melts away.

“ABOUT TIME!” he hears Scott woop happily and he makes sure to point his middle finger in the right direction.

“So,” he says as they break apart, Stiles thanking upper powers that his cheeks are already rosy from the cold “let’s teach you how to stand on these bad boys huh?”

Derek growls but he let’s Stiles guide him along.

“Merry Christmas Derek!” Stiles shouts as Derek gets to put the star on the top of the Christmas tree.

“It’s February Stiles.” He says with disinterest.

“February schmebruary.” He says and puts the gravy on the table. Scott snorts.

“Son, calm it, open some gifts or something.” The sheriff says and shakes his head in between sips of scotch. Stiles does. Derek comes to sit down beside him in front of the tree. The lights and baubles glistening in the room. Stiles places his head on Derek’s shoulder as he carefully peels of the wrapping to a flat tiny box.

“Movie tickets?” he asks and Derek hums.

“What about a real date, popcorn, curfew and all that it should be. Neither of us have been on a real date. I’d like to.” Derek says lowly.

“Me too Derek. Let’s go, but you have to ask my dad for permission first. Going by the rules and all.”

“Just take him son, it’s bout time he leaves the nest anyway.” Noah grumbles as he joins Melissa in the kitchen.

“Guess that’s that, Christmas almost over, date planed for ,” he checks the date on the two stumps. “tomorrow. What else could we possibly have to do to get this more right.”

Derek takes his hand. “You can’t do that again.” Derek strokes his thumb over the back of his hand. “Don’t get stabbed anymore, don’t.”

“You know me.” Stiles says with as much cheer he can muster in the situation.

Derek huffs and smiles a little. “I do, don’t I?” he sighs. “Just, stay behind me from now on. Please?”

Stiles put on a shit-eating grin. “You know me!”

Derek groaned before dragging him into a kiss, the Christmas tree full with bright lights before them, wrapping-paper all around. A little mess of their own.

#glorious-spoon #stereksanta15 #*fic18 #*gifts18

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have you seen her?

pairings: reader x stiles stilinski.

warnings: meh, a bit angsty, some smut. nothing much.

a/n: I wasn’t going to publish it in the first place, however I though I would risk it and post it. I really hope you all enjoy it!!

ps.: you might have some characteristics that don’t belong to you.

word count: 6867

The park was pretty crowded when I arrived. Like most days, some kids played happily in the small playground, yelling cheerfully while their parents were sitting on the nearby benches, watching them from afar. Birds chirped excitedly, eating bread crummies that were scattered by the lake’s margin, the sunshine enlightened the clear water and, due to all of that, she popped into my mind. All the memories we built on this very same place and the reason why I came back every single day.

Y/N/N was the woman of my dreams and, at the same time, my personal hell. Someone who was permanently etched to my brain. Either way, I didn’t want to forget her. Not ever.

The day we finally met each other, was also the one I had given up on giving my heart to the wrong girl. I had wasted years of my life chasing after Lydia and now I was forced to watch her gushing over Jackson, which definitely was not good for my mental health, because I knew I would be a much better choice for her. Yet, when I came clean about my feelings, Martin didn’t pick me, making my heart shatter into tiny little pieces. In that moment, I thought I would never feel okay again, however, Y/N quickly proved me wrong that night.

Loud music was throbbing on the sound boxes when I downed my first glass of vodka. This party, so far, had gone incredibly wrong for me; I had come to put the whole revealing to Lydia she was my crush and getting turned down by her aside, but, as if fate wanted to take a good laugh at me, I bumped into her and her new boyfriend. God, I got so enraged I left Scott there with his new girlfriend, Allison, and went after a drink.

Obviously, I was never much of a drinker, so the transparent liquid went down my throat, I felt it stinging, burning. Yet, despite the feeling, I actually enjoyed, so I kept drinking, fact that drove me to get tipsy in, roughly, twenty minutes. The whole place began to spin, double people speeding in front of me; it was when I preached myself I needed some fresh water on my face, just to sober up a little bit.

Tripping my way into the restroom, I bumped into someone, spilling their drink on both of us. A gentle voice cursed, making me look up, only to find a beautiful set of grey eyes staring at me narrowed; I was so stupidly mesmerised by them I didn’t even understand what she said, I just… Got lost on her.

“Are you even listening?” The light pink haired girl quizzed, cocking one of her eyebrows at me. “Fuck, you must really be shitfaced, huh?”

I should say something.

Why wasn’t I saying something?

Without hearing any response, she sighed, shaking her head. I was still breathless by the look in her eyes.

“Okay, come with me.”

She gripped my hand, intertwining our fingers, and dragged me through the crowd, pushing me to enter a dark room. Once inside, the beautiful woman let go of my fingers, disappearing in the darkness for a second before the light was turned on. Again, I was in awe by her beauty.

“My name is Y/N, by the way, but everyone calls me Y/N/N.”

“U-Uh, mine is… It’s nice to meet you, I mean, no, wait.” I babbled, saying everything at one strike and making absolutely no sense. However, instead of running away scared, she just laughed and it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. “Stiles.”

“What the hell is a Stiles?” Y/N asked, pulling a tissue from her purse and rubbing it against the stain on her baby green dress.

“M-My name.”

“Oh.” Another smile pulled the corners of her lips. “Well, Stiles, you kind of own me a new book. And very likely a new dress.”

“A book?”

Y/N used her chin to point at the a dripping wet hardcover book thrown over the sink. It was about matching signs or something. Either way, I swallowed thickly, nodding shyly, and then took the courage to go over to her side; taking a deep breath, I turned on the faucet, washing my hands. When I was finished, I rubbed both of them on my eyes, trying to make the spinning stop. The alcohol was still making me dizzy.

“Need a tissue? Maybe some coffee too? I have been told I make the greatest coffee around.”

“Uh, sure, why not? And yes, I do need one.”

Smiling, the woman handed me the requested object, which I used to clean the drops sliding down my face. As soon as we got rid of all the spilt drink, she boldly took my digits on hers again, guiding me towards the kitchen room, where she did not hesitate to grab all the goods necessary to make us coffee.

The place was huge mess, but I still managed to find one empty seat by the table. I sat down, supporting my elbows on the cold marble and licking my lips that were immeasurably dry. Now that I was slowly recovering my senses, a light shade of pink painted my cheeks; how could I be nervous about a girl I had never seen before in my life? Was that even possible?

She quietly put the trash out and found herself a chair, occupying the spot next to me. Her Y/S/T arms hooked my shoulders, her thumb massaging my shoulder lightly, like she was trying to comfort me somehow.

“Is it a girl?”

“What?”

“I have seen that bummed out face on plenty others before. All of them had had their hearts broken by a girl.”

“Lydia Martin.” I exhaled, the name fluttering on my lips. “I fell for her back in the third grade, but she never noticed me. Now she has found a crappy boyfriend and I just wish… Fuck, nevermind.”

“Okay, wait a second, because I think the coffee is ready.” Her chuckle filled my ears, making my heart skip a beat. “But our talk isn’t over.”

The girl stood up in a jump, found two mugs in the old cabinet, poured the black, strong liquid and then went back, the glass hitting the marble sound echoing. She pushed my mug so it was in front of me.

“Alright, listen to me now. Uh, I know we have never seen each other before and I know it sounds crazy that a stranger is giving you advice, still, I feel like you should let go of her, really. Don’t hurt yourself because she can’t feel the same about you. Honestly, you seem like a pretty nice guy… If she can’t see that, well, you better off without her.”

“You’re right.” Sipping on my coffee, I agreed with a slight nod. “And you do make a great coffee. Never enjoyed it this much previously.”

“Thank you.” Y/N nudged my upper arm with her shoulder, giggling.

She too drank a little bit of her drink, us both remaining in a nice silence for a tiny moment. Afterwards, she crinkled her nose, laughed and started talking. Random stuff at first, however, once three hours had gone by, I already knew all about her family, her friends, her dream job, her love towards animals… This particular side of her made me even more enchanted by the new girl. I was simply fascinated by her personality and strong will.

“God, it’s so late. I gotta go!” Y/N/N said, right after she checked her watch.

“Wait, can I… Shit, can I have your number?”

“Absolutely. I would love to get a call from you when you’re all sober.”

Y/N ripped a piece of paper from her ruined book and wrote down her number in it. She pecked my cheek swiftly then left me standing alone in the kitchen, not sure of what should I do next. The second she had disappeared from my sight, I picked up the note, seeing numbers, but also a small message: ‘Looking forward for us to have good time. Call me ;).’

I smirked, running a finger through her pretty handwriting; by being so deep within the fresh memories of the mystery girl, I never noticed Scott stepping in. He had a torn appearance and I was clearly drunk when I set my eyes on him.

“Where have you been all night?” My friend queried, his tone sounding demanding and upset. “Allison’s father came to pick her up a while back and I was alone with both Lydia and Jackson.”

“Poor you, Scott.” I tried to suppress a smile, upon seeing his true drunk state. “What about we head home, huh?”

“That would be nice.” Scott mumbled, trying to clumsily hug me. “What’s that on your hand?

“A phone number.”

“Wait, what happened?”

“I met a girl.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, her name is Y/N and she’s pretty cool.”

“Uh, niceee.” His voice was strangled and weirdly excited, pushing me into shaking my head. “Oh no, I think I am going to throw up.”

“Not on me, you loser. Now let’s go.”

That rising morning was one of the best of my life and I couldn’t forget the way she smiled, showing off her cute dimples, or the funny way she got excited when talking about her pet cats not even when she choked, laughing at one of my jokes. I just couldn’t wait to call her up and ask her out.

I solely knew I had found the woman of my life.

When I got home that night, after carefully putting Scott in bed and making sure Melissa wouldn’t see his wrecked state, I, out of sudden, experienced a sinking feeling reach my stomach. And my heart was acting just as weird. Yet, despite being uncomfortable, I understood, right away, what was all of that about. It was, as I began to call it later, “Y/N/N side effects”.

Life, on the hand, tried to warn me I shouldn’t be so smitten by someone. The first warning was: I lost the little paper with her number. I searched through every single one of my pockets, my car, my room, even Scott’s place. It was not anywhere to be found. Still, I wasn’t going to give so easily.

Digging a little, I discovered she was friends with Allison and, the second I learned that, I went straight to my best friend’s girl, wanting meet with Y/N again.

Allison had a cheerful smile on her face when I approached her six mornings later after the party. Yet, when I brought it up the subject of the pink haired girl I got know in the party, the smile faded to a sympathetic one. Like those you give when your puppy dies or something.

“Please, Allison.” I begged, squeezing her delicate hands on mine. “She was so warm, so nice to me… I need to see her again. I don’t know, I might have fallen for her.”

“Look, Stiles, I am sorry to break to you, but I don’t think Y/N/N is the person you should be falling for.” The brown haired woman pulled her hands away and placed them on my shoulders, the sympathetic smirk never leaving her lips. It seemed as if she was sorry for me. “Put her out of your mind, honestly.”

“But I don’t want to, Allison!” A tired sigh left my lips while I glared at the girl a bit saddened. “She was perfect. How can I put her out of my mind?”

“Stiles, listen to me.” Her traits suddenly contorted into a serious expression. “I love Y/N/N, she is indeed a great person to be friends with, still… Not the type any good boys should be falling for. I have seen her do this to men a thousand times.”

“Do what?” The question slipped, me getting more and more frustrated by the second.

“Make them in love with her, even though she has no plans on staying.”

“No, Allison, it was different with me. I don’t know how to explain it to you, but I felt it.”

Allison exhaled, shaking her head. Without saying anything, she pulled both a pen and a paper from her backpack and scribbled down a phone number, handing it to me with a disappointing look burning in her irises. I, on the other hand, was cheering on the inside.

“Here’s her number, since you’re so desperate to reach her, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

I happily kissed her cheek, hearing her laughing as I walked away to find a calmer place to call Y/N, for I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to hear her voice again, her cute giggle and, obviously, I needed to ask her out as soon as possible. A girl like her… Well, she doesn’t stay single for long.

The phone rang, rang and rang, however, the call was only picked up after the sixth time, which got my heart beating too fast I could hear it pumping on my ears.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?”

“Yes, that’s her.” The phone call went mute for a second. “Who is this?”

“Uh, it’s Stiles.”

“Oh, Stiles… The one who owns me a book, right?” Her laugh echoed on the speaker and I could swear I was in heaven all over again. “I thought you would call me the day after, but you never did.”

“Uh, I-I lost your number.”

“That’s too bad.”

This moment had been planned by me so many times and I now I had no idea how I should ask her out. What exactly I should say. My hands were stammering and I knew if I spoke, my voice would be shaky too. Her breathing was regular on the other side, which made me sigh, giving up on being like that.

“Can we, you know, go out sometime?”

“Oh.” Her voice sounded surprised, but I understood she was just messing with me. “Obviously. But we have to make it to today.”

“Why?”

“Some dork should have called me five days ago.” I could mentally see her rolling her eyes. “What about you pick me up at seven? I’ll text you my address.”

“Sounds great.”

“It’s a date, then.”

“Yes, it’s a date.”

Y/N bid me goodbye then hung up and I, once more, got left alone, standing like an idiot in the middle of the school hall. Yet, I couldn’t care less about it. Despite all odds, I had a date with her: the girl I had been dreaming about for the past days. The one who, out of the blew, won my heart.

The satisfied smirk never faltered on my mouth throughout the whole day. Everyone kept asking me why I was so damn happy, but I didn’t want anyone minding my business, not for now anyway. For this short while, I would keep it secret, in a way of protecting this new relationship that was coming to life today.

I wasn’t even certain if it was going anywhere, still, I sure as hell wished it was.

The memory of our first date was carved into my brain; about ten minutes to seven P.M., I parked outside her home, only to find her sitting at swing on her porch’s home. Y/N/N had a fine black dress and a light makeup on her face, very different from what I remembered. Still, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life.

We went to a small but cosy restaurant outside Beacon Hills. Clearly it was nothing fancy, yet, it meant a lot to me to take her there, because that was the place my father took my mother on their first date. Or so the story tells. Either way, I was sure she had enjoyed it, for the smile shone on her poison red lips all night long.

After she and I finished our meals, I decided to take her to a park nearby. One I played a lot as a kid. She nodded enthusiastically, accepting without think it twice. That was the place where we had our first kiss.

A round moon and a bunch of stars enlightened our walk to the empty park. Y/N had her hand carelessly linked to mine, her digits squeezing it gently. By this simple act, my heart was pounding like crazy against my chest, sweat coating my forehead. As for her, she looked peaceful, her loose hair breezing to the wind and her cheeks a bit flushed. God, how can someone be so beautiful?

“This night was amazing, Stiles.” She whispered, a while after we were sitting by ourselves in a bench in front of the lake. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“I am just happy you said yes.”

“I am too.”

I noticed her leaning in to lie her head on my shoulder, sighing. Upon her latter action, I dared myself to hook an arm around her shoulders, comforting her on my chest, which the girl accepted happily. And, for several minutes, we stayed in that position, contemplating the dark sky, the soothing water waves… Tonight indeed was a breathtaking night.

Y/N, then, abruptly unhooked herself from me and glared at me with a mischievous glint on her hazel irises.

“I have a crazy idea. Want to do something fun?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well…” She began tugging at the hem of her dress, pulling it up. “Have you ever skinny dipped?”

“No.”

“I am glad I will be your first.”

Laughing, the girl skilfully took off her dress, standing before me in a sinful scarlet red lingerie set, and ran to the lake’s margin, calling me up with a finger once she got there. I lowly mumbled a ‘what the hell’, got rid of my clothing too and joined her, our arms tied together.

“Nice underwear.”

“Yours is pretty nice too.”

“Okay, ready?”

“Yeah.”

We jumped, without think twice, in the cold water, feeling it swiftly numb out our bodies. Y/N did not hesitate to cling herself to me, her arms linking behind my small back, she had a gorgeous smile lying on her lips whilst her chin jittered to the low temperature. Our faces, as noticed rapidly, were dangerously close, so much I had to stop myself from leaning in.

The water moved around in smooth movements, making us both swing lightly. I cupped her cheeks, wiping the drops sliding down on them, which pushed her into biting the soft flesh of her bottom lip. I swallowed thickly, tracing a line on it, getting her lids to fall shut. In a hushed action, I pressed my mouth on hers, kissing her passionately.

I had never been kissed like that before; her lips applied a soft pressure to mine, her tongue moving in sync with mine. It was like we were meant to do that. My hands were on her neck, my thumbs caressing it slowly, provoking a small moan to slip. Hers were on my back, her nails digging it as they glided down, eliciting goosebumps on my skin. I wished this moment to never have an end, still, we needed breathe.

“I-I think we should get out of the water.”

“Yeah.” I answered in a whisper, however, before the magic was over, I kissed her again, lasting it enough for us to be begging for a warmer place.

In the road back to Beacon Hills, I gazed at her by the corner of my eyes, a goofy smile plastered on that pretty face. I understood I didn’t want just one night like that, I wanted all nights. All mornings. All afternoons. I wanted everything with her.

Throwing some crummies to the birds, I remembered how incredibly happy I was that day. The sweet taste of her lips lingering on mine, her gentle hands stroking my back while we exchanged a fond act. Who would have guessed how ephemeral our relationship was going to be? I certainly wouldn’t. Not for a while, at least.

Y/N/N and I had an amazing month together before things started to fall apart. I, then, understood what Allison had said about her not committing problem. Well, she had all sorts of issues, and not wanting to settle down was among them. The second things began to get serious between us, she started to push me away, refusing to get any deeper than the mainly sexual relationship we built in the meantime. Of course I wouldn’t give up on that girl so easily, I loved her with all my heart, which was why I decided to do something.

On the week of her eighteenth birthday, I planned a little surprise party. I invited some of her friends, some of mine. Decorated my entire place with her favourite kind of flower, bought her favourite cake and simply transformed my place into her dream place. Ah, yes, it was a magical night for both of us.

All lights were switched off when I got back home that night with Y/N. We had gone out to celebrate her birthday, going to the small restaurant I took her on our first date; I could see by the sparkling of her hazel eyes she was happy I had done that. Her family wasn’t exactly the type who would do some big gesture for their daughter; from the little she had told me, I utterly hated them for the lack of love towards her; I mean, she was so damn amazing it was a crime to do that to someone like her.

“A penny for your thoughts.” Her soothing voice filled the room. “Oh fuck, you look so hot when you’re serious…”

“Oh shut it, Y/N.”

“I would like you to call me Y/N/N, or at least Lis. Not boring old Y/N.”

“I love your name and you know that.”

“Oh shut it, Mieczyslaw.” She rolled her eyes, laughing afterwards, her hand lying careless on my thigh. “Shall we go inside? I sort of want to see what you saved underneath those clothes for me today.”

“Oh, you naughty thing.” I cupped her cheek, stealing a quick, but passionate, kiss from her lips, sensing her smile against my mouth. “Let’s go.”

Y/N wrapped her arm around my waist, placing her head on my shoulder as we walked towards my home. Everything was so silent that, if I didn’t know better, I would say everyone had forgotten about the thing I had arranged about two weeks ago.

As a way to let them know we had arrived, I started to fumble through my pockets, making an awful lot of noise, which drove the girl to direct me an odd looking glare. If only she knew what waited her behind that door…

“Okay, found it.”

“Yay!”

The money I had wasted on it was definitely worth it after I saw the glowing in her eyes to the small gathering I had architectured. Flowers were covering every inch of my living room, petals scattered the way up to my room; a table was set in the middle, the cake positioned in the centre of it, a couple of drinks beside it. Party lights were blinking and all her favourite songs were playing on the background.

Allison was the first to come over to us, hugging her tightly. The brown haired woman whispered something funny on her ear that made her laugh loudly, but I, sadly, was able to hear it or know what it was. She shook my hand then went back to Scott’s side, who, by the way, winked at me, raising his red cup. I did the same, lacing my arm around my girl’s shoulders, making us get even closer.

While watching her talking cheerfully to her other friends, I could not avoid my constant contemplation of her. The way she moved, or crinkled her nose, squinting her eyes to laugh, also throwing her head back. How she would put her hands on her hips, leaning in to pay attention. All the little things that made me head over heels for her.

Y/N didn’t know but I was going to say 'I love you’ to her for the first time tonight. Later, obviously, when we were alone at my bedroom, possibly staring at the stars… Oh God, I just couldn’t wait for it.

If only I knew what was going to go down later… I would never have said those three little words to her. My Y/N/N was an wonderful person, she was the moon holding all the stars together… Maybe it was why I couldn’t have her all to myself, I mean, who can own such a beautiful thing like the moon?

When the party finally ended, I took her upstairs, to my room, so we could spend some little alone time with one another. I liked Y/N better when she had no masks on and that usually happened within closed walls. Just me and her.

“Thank you for tonight.” Y/N whispered, walking around the dimly lit room, stripping off of her coat. “The party, this! Oh god, Stiles, you’re perfect… I don’t know if I am deserving of you.”

She stood by the window, gazing at the empty street; I approached her, giving a subtle massage on her shoulders, hearing the girl moan lowly under my touch. The mere sound made me tense up, like I did whenever she produced those noises. It was, again, “Y/N side effects”.

Abruptly swivelling herself to face me, Y/N captured my mouth with hers rapidly, not even giving me a chance to pace myself to the contact. Her lips were thirsty, sucking at mine as if she wanted to take a bite or anything like that. I chuckled at her exasperation, gripping her upper arms and leading her to the bed, where I pushed her to fall with a small thud.

“Uh, someone’s eager to be dominant tonight, huh?”

“Don’t spoil the moment, will you?” I asked huskily, kneeling in front of her and sliding down her skirt, finding a violet coloured underwear under. “Nasty, babe.”

“What can I say? Not just you are the one with the surprises tonight.”

Us both shared a laugh, then, not wanting to waste any more seconds apart from her, I started kissing her inner leg. Leaving a red stain behind wherever I applied a little pressure. She, a long ago, had fallen back, her hips lightly buckling to my caresses. But I wouldn’t cave in so soon… Nah, I would tease the hell out of that woman.

My hands perked up to meet the waistband of her panties, playing with them while I was fanning warm breaths over her clothed core. She barely moved, only begging for me to get over it, eliciting a ironic giggle from me; I began, after a while, to kiss her crotch, scattering sloppy open mouthed kisses across the region. The buckling started to get a little bit hash.

“Easy, babe.” I pinned her down, strongly grasping her soft skin. “Let’s not rush ourselves, shall we?”

“You son of a bitch.”

I went back up to her toes, getting one inside my mind and swirling my tongue around it. Somewhere in internet I read this was an erotic zone or so; might have been in porn, but I am not admitting that. Either way, she seemed to be enjoying, because I did hear some meawls slipping from her mouth soon afterwards. A couple of minutes later, I caressed her legs, going down again, this time actually pushing her knickers to one side and revealing all her nudity to me.

For a moment, I gasped, always being struck of how beautiful she looked when she was like that: surrendered. I glided my tongue up her folds, using it to find her sensitive nub; the second I hit it, her hands flew to my hair, pulling it tightly. She also moaned a bit louder than usual. I dared to look up whilst circling her clit, she had her grey eyes pierced on me and they were soaked in pleasure; my name vibrated on her lips, pleading with me to go faster.

I pushed her down, supporting my hands on her thighs, deepening the contact, zigzagging on her core, erupting a string of curses to echo across the room. Those pretty sounds I grown used to hearing whenever I did that to her. In one sudden movement, I pushed two fingers inside, my saliva making it wet enough for it not to hurt. Her walls complained against my digits and Y/N screamed, mumbling disjointed words while I pumped, scissoring sometimes, experiencing the feeling of her clenching anytime I went a little further into her.

“Please, Stiles… Shit, I am going to…”

“Cum to me, honey.” My voice spoke up, so hoarse I almost didn’t recognise it as mine. “I want to be the one to take you to heaven tonight.”

With one last push, she broke down, yelling and arching her back, her toes curling on my back. I couldn’t help but groan along, mesmerised by her.

“You’re not taking me to heaven.” Y/N replied, once she had rode out of her high and was up on her elbows. “You dragging me towards hell.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“Damn good, baby, now come give me a kiss.”

Nodding, I slowly made my way up, lifting her shirt alongside it while scattering pecks on her torso, feeling the girl shudder. At her neck, I sucked the smooth skin, leaving a purple mark behind and earning myself a low gasp. Her nails dug in my shoulders, sliding down my back, very likely scraping it too. I couldn’t mind less, though. I loved when she did that anyway.

I linked our mouths in a savage kiss, noticing perfectly she taking her skilful hand to the growing length forming the bulge under my khakis. She squeezed it softly, summoning a raspy moan from my throat; I closed my eyes, poking her cheek with my nose as our lips brushed. Y/N massaged me for a while longer, then she struggled with the button, popping it open a second later. Her hand job got me feeling like I was in paradise.

“Fuck, Y/N/N…” I murmured, nibbling at the crook of her neck, still maintaining my weight on my knees and elbows, otherwise I would crush her. “You’re so good at this…”

“I love when you’re talking dirty to me, Stiles.”

Y/N intensified the movement on my dick, making me twitch a bit. If she kept going, I would spoil all the fun, that was why I stopped her and stood up, obviously gaining a grunt of complaint. I merely smiled, kicking off my shoes, trousers and anything that could prevent me from diving into her. Yet, once naked, I still lacked the protection, so I went to my drawers, collecting one; then I put it in place, going straight to the action, only to be astounded by the scene of her rubbing herself, providing pleasure to the body I loved so much.

“That’s how you do it without me, Y/N?”

“Oh yes, baby… But nothing feels better than you.” A whine escaped her lips when I harshly pushed her legs, getting my cock lined up to her entrance, teasing it a bit. “Fuck… Damn, please, Stiles. Do it.”

“That’s what you want?” I pushed inside one bit, taking an achingly long moment. “Do you want me to wreck you good?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Then I must fulfill your wishes.”

Gripping the base of her Y/S/T thighs, I sheathed myself inside her using one sharp thrust. We both groaned to the touch, our bodies mingling, turning into one. It was cheesy, but it was how I felt when I was with her like that… Two pieces forming one. Like it was meant to be.

I slammed into her almost as if I thought that was no tomorrow, the sound of our skins collapsing filled the room, just as much as her silky moans and my constant grunts. My palms glued to her breasts, to which, I had realised, I have given no attention until now; Deciding to make up for the time lost, I used my thumbs to circle her nipples, getting them hard effortlessly. Matter fact, Y/N’s whole body was over sensitive to tact, meaning anything I did would get goosebumps crawling on her skin.

She forced her bottom half forward, meeting mine with a noisy clap. I smirked cocky, leaning in to savour her boobs for a while, for I wanted her to get the best experience of this whole thing. Nothing plausible came out of her during the time I continuously buried myself within her tepid core, experiencing it chewing me like my cock was some sort of gum.

“Shit, babe. I’m close.”

“Hold on there, Stiles, I want to… Fuck. Just like that, keep going.”

Upon being aware there was nearly nothing left of me, I took my digits to her clit, rubbing it fast; noticing her legs tensing up around me. A couple of movements later, the girl came undone for the last time, right after I did it myself, growling her name. So loud anyone nearby would have known who I was fucking. I thrusted a little more, riding us out of our peeks, then I rolled to her side. Once free from the condom, I lied down again, pulling her to my chest; the jittering figure heaved still.

Y/N caressed my hair, pecking my cheek; afterwards, she started drawing figures on my chest, us both enjoying the healthy silence.

“This was amazing.” The pink haired girl muttered. “And thank you again for tonight.”

“Anything for you, darling.”

I winked afore we fell into a deep silence again; I knew I couldn’t wait any more. I had to tell her how I felt so this heavy pressure on my heart would be released; Y/N needed to know she was loved.

“Can I confess you something?”

“Of course you can, baby.”

“I love you, Y/N. And I have been loving you from the first time I saw you.”

The woman went mute for a second and, after it, she sat up, her eyes widened in shock, her mouth gaped open from what I had said.

“You what?”

“I love you.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Spoil things. You’re not supposed to love me!”

“But I do! Very much!”

Her hazel eyed gaze was sad when she looked at me the last time before she got up from the bed, quickly gathering her clothes and putting them on, totally ready to leave.

“What are you doing?”

“I-I need to think.”

“Excuse me?”

“Please… I-I can’t do this. Oh fuck, I-I need to go.”

Those words said, the girl ran away, slamming the door shut behind her and leaving me, this time, heartbroken, because I knew, the second Y/N glared at me with those scared eyes, she wouldn’t ever be coming back.

Ever since Y/N/N walked out of my life, almost three weeks ago, I had been a total mess. To be honest, the first couple of days I had been in such a bad shape, even my father came up to me to ask what had happened. It was still fresh in my brain how he had gaped his lips slightly, a low 'oh’ falling from his mouth; more than anyone, Noah Stilinski adored her and I fully knew he was sad we were over. For now, at least.

I threw the last pieces of bread to the birdies, cleaning my hands on my blue jeans and standing up, deciding it was time to go home. Drowning myself in my memories, going to back to the time I was with her, it was all good, but I couldn’t go on like that. It wasn’t healthy, actually, once it was over, I got even more wrecked.

A soft sigh crawled out my mouth as I gazed at the darkening sky, reminiscing on the countless afternoons we spent lying on the grass, laughing and just being ourselves. Without any feelings getting in the way. Fuck, I missed her so much…

“I knew I would find you here.” A voice whispered shyly from behind me, one that made me spin on my heel so fast things went blank for a second. “Hi, Stiles.”

“Y/N/N?”

“You never call me that before… What is up with you?” The smile shining on her face made my heart warm up, beating at an inconsistent rate. I was definitely not ready to see her again so soon.

“W-What are you doing here?” I stammered, noticing my eyes go wide whilst hers glared at me a bit unsure.

Y/N/N bit her bottom, hiding her hands within the pockets on her leather jacket.

“I wanted to talk to you, if that’s okay, obviously.”

I nodded, sitting back on the bench again and watching her do the same on the corner of my eye. We stayed in an uncomfortable silence for a bit, neither wanting to be the one to break it, but, in the end, she ended up clearing her throat, trying to make out a coherent sentence yet failing miserably. I shot her a sympathetic glance, in hopes the Y/S/T girl would feel more comfortable.

At last, Y/N/N took a deep breath, soothing herself before saying:

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what, exactly?” I quizzed, bluntly, daring to connect our gazes.

“For being a bitch to the only person who truly loved me for what I am.” She look at the ground, her knuckles white from squeezing strongly her thighs. “I shouldn’t have ran away like that.”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t. You almost tore me apart and it wasn’t fair.”

“I know messed up big time, baby, but that’s why I’m here anyway. This time we spent apart made me see some stuff clearer and, damn, I can't… I can’t be without you. I miss our early morning walks; you petting my cats while I made you coffee; we talking until late night… I miss us. I can’t live without us, to be entirely honest.”

“You can’t?”

“No…”

For a moment, I was shocked. Was she really saying all those things to me? Saying she had missed me, like I dreamt about for weeks? That was indeed real life? It was so unrealistic I thought I might be hallucinating, however, when the gentle touch of her hand met my knee, I knew it wasn’t, so I smiled. Genuinely, like I hadn’t ever since she walked out on me.

Her hands met my cheeks, cupping them, and her thumbs massaged the cheekbones underneath; I noticed she leaning in, her beautiful nose poking my playfully; then, the gorgeous looking woman pressed her lips on mine, waking me up to reality, making me feel alive again. I snuck my hands down to her waist, pulling her frame towards me, deepening the kiss and letting out all the stored emotions.

The kiss lasted a couple of minutes, afterwards, we had to break it to breathe, our lungs complaining for the lack of air. While our breathings normalised, I took the chance to lose myself on her smouldering green eyes, wanting to savour that moment at its fullest.

“Stiles, I… Fuck, I missed you.” Y/N/N pecked my lips again, this time scattering kissing my entire face. “And now I can say it was all bullshit.”

“What was?”

“The whole act I put on, saying you had spoilt everything… You didn’t do anything wrong. Not ever. The truth is, a while back, I fell in love with a wrong person. It destroyed me, so I learnt to protect myself, I wore a thick layer around my heart. However, when you showed, it all went down and scared me.” A tired exhale left her pink lips. “But I love you, Stiles. Like I have never loved anyone in my life before.”

Those three little words hit my chest like an right aimed punch, driving me to lose a breath. And a beat. God, I was so head over heels for her!

“I’m glad you know that now.”

“Jerk.” She rolled her eyes, lying her head on my shoulder, her gaze lost on the darkening sky. “Be cute to me.”

“I’m always cute.” We chuckled, intertwining our fingers. “Can I ask you something?”

“Obviously!” Y/N/N replied cheerfully. “Anything you want!”

“Promise me you’ll never leave my life again. That even if we don’t work out as a couple, we will still be friends. Promise.”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“Because I lived without you and I came to the realisation I don’t want to. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me!”

“Lies!”

“Excuse me?”

“You, Stiles, is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Not the other way around. Also, of course, I promise you that. From now on, we’re stuck with each other.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

Absently minded, I glued our mouths once more, finally feeling, after so long, whole again. And I was aware that, as long as she was with me, as long as she loved me, I would always feel this way. Always.

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Norikateatro’s Bootleg list! 💙

As of: December 3rd, 2017😄!

Please message me if you want a bootleg! Do not comment *If you want to trade with me that’ll be really cool!

Miss Saigon Manila: December 24th, 2000 Full Show Cast: Lea Salonga (Kim) , Will Chase (Chris) , Leo Tavarro Valdez (Engineer), Ron K. Smith, Lisa Capps (Ellen), Robert Seña (They), Isay Alvarez (Gigi)

Miss Saigon London 5/19/14 Highlights (Tanya Manalang as Kim) Cast: Tanya Manalang, Alistair Brammer, Jon Jon Briones Highlights include: Kim's Nightmare - The Fall Of Saigon - Sun and Moon (Partial), Sun And Moon (Reprise), Movie In My Mind, The American Dream, Maybe, I Still Believe, The Last Night Of The World - Morning Of The Dragon (Partial), Why God Why. Musicalmania123's master.

Miss Saigon 5/13/17 Lianah Sta. Ana as Kim Lianah Sta. Ana (alt. Kim), Jon Jon Briones (The Engineer), Alistair Brammer (Chris), Katie Rose Clarke (Ellen), Nicholas Christopher (John), Devin Ilaw (Thuy), Rachelle Ann Go (Gigi)

Aladdin (OBC)

Anastasia: Broadway June 28, 2017 Cast: Christy Altomare, Derek Klena, John Bolton, Ramin Karimloo, Caroline O'Connor, Mary Beth Peil.

Beauty and The Beast: Broadway- April 28th, 2002 Cast: Sarah Litzsinger as Belle, Steve Blanchard as Beast, Bryan Batt as Lumiere, and Beth Fowler as Mrs. Potts, and Nicholas Jonas as Chip

Chicago US tour: November 23th, 2005 Chicago, IL Cast: Paige Davis, Brenda Braxton, Tom Wopat, Carol Woods

Cats- UK tour, Wolverhampton 30 March 2013 full show Cast: Joanna Ampil (Grizabella) Katie Warsop (Rumpleteazer) Clare Rickard (Jellylorum) Melissa James (Bombalurina) Lily Fraser (Demeter) Alice Redmond (Jennyanydots) Alicia Beck (Victoria/White Cat) Dawn Williams (Jemima) Nicholas Pound (Old Deutoronomy) Ben Palmer (Munkustrap) Oliver Savile (Rum Tum Tugger) Joseph Poulton (Quazo/Mistoffelees) Paul F Monaghan (Asparagus/Bustopher Jones/Growl Tiger:) Barnaby Thompson (Mungojerrie) Ross Finnie (Skimbleshanks) Jessica Buckby (Cassandra) Lizzi Franklin (Tantomile) Joal Morris (Carbucketty) Richard Astbury (Coricopat) Cameron Ball (Admetus/Macavity) James Darch (Alonzo) and Will Lucas (Bill Bailey).

Cats Broadway: July 2016 VOB (no small) Cast: Leona Lewis (Grizabella), Tyler Hanes (Rum Tum Tugger), Ricky Ubeda (Mistoffelees), Quentin Earl Darrington (Old Deuteronomy), Eloise Kropp (Jennyanydots), Giuseppe Bausilio (Carbucketty), Jeremy Davis (Skimbleshanks), Kim Faure (Demeter), Sara Jean Ford (Jellylorum), Lili Froehlich (Electra), Daniel Gaymon (Macavity), Shonica Gooden (Rumpleteazer), Christopher Gurr (Gus/Bustopher Jones), Andy Huntington Jones (Munkustrap), Kolton Krouse (Tumblebrutus), Jess Le Protto (Mungojerrie), Georgina Pazcougin (Victoria), Emily Pynenburg (Cassandra), Arianna Rosario (SIllabub), Ahmad Smmons (Alonzo), Christine Cornish Smith (Bombalurina), Corey Snide (Coricopat), Emily Tate (Tantomile), Sharrod Wiliams (Pouncival)

Come Far Away (OBC) Dear Evan Hansen (Broadway) Cast: Ben Platt, Laura Dreyfuss, Will Roland, Kristolyn Lloyd, Mike Faist, Rachel Bay Jones, Michael Park, Jennifer Laura Thompson (OBC)

Falsettos Broadway: October 28th, 2016 Cast: Christian Borle (Marvin), Andrew Rannells (Whizzer), Stephanie J. Block (Trina), Brandon Uranowitz (Mendel), Anthony Rosenthal (Jason), Tracie Thoms (Charlotte), Betsy Wolfe (Cordelia) Link:

Finding Neverland (OBC)

Wicked Broadway: Preview October 12th, 2003 Original Broadway Cast Cast: Idina Menzel (Elphaba), Kristin Chenoweth (Glinda), Norbert Leo Butz (Fiyero), Carole Shelley (Madame Morrible), Joel Grey (The Wizard) Michelle Federer (Nessarose), Christopher Fitzgerald (Boq), William Youmans (Dr. Dillamond)

Wicked Chicago: July 1, 2005- Cast: Ana Gasteyer (Elphaba), Kate Reinders (Glinda), Kristoffer Cusick (Fiyero), Gene Weygandt (The Wizard), Steven Skybell (Doctor Dillamond), Rondi Reed (Madame Morrible), Heidi Kettenring Nessarose), Telly Leung (Boq)

Wicked (Broadway): January 8, 2006 Cast: Shoshana Bean (Elphaba), Megan Hilty (Glinda), David Ayers (Fiyero), Rue McClanahan (Madame Morrible), Ben Vereen (The Wizard), Michelle Federer (Nessarose), Rob Sapp (Boq), Sean McCourt (Dr. Dillamond). notes: Shoshanna's, David's, Rue's and Michelle's last performances. Camera wanders at points due to the master's blind filming.

Wicked (Broadway): May 28, 2006) (Megan’s Last) cast: Eden Espinosa (Elphaba), Megan Hilty (Glinda), David Garrison (The Wizard), Derrick Williams (Fiyero), Carol Kane (Madame Morrible), Jenna Leigh Green (Nessarose), Rob Sapp (Boq), David McCourt (Dr. Dillamond)

Wicked First National Tour PROSHOT May 2006 - Victoria Matlock (s/b Elphaba), Kendra Kassebaum, Nicolas Dromard (u/s Fiyero), Jennifer Waldman (Nessarose), Alma Cuervo (Morrible), PJ Benjamin (The Wizard) *Proshot from one camera at the back of the house. Sound is patched in from the soundboard and is incredibly clear. Some washout, but amazing to see the set and choreo like this.

Wicked Broadway: July 17th, 2008 Cast: Kerry Ellis (Elphaba), Kendra Kassebaum (Glinda), David Burnham (Fiyero), Cristy Candler (Nessarose), Ben Liebert (Boq), Lenny Wolpe (The Wizard), Jayne Houdyshell (Madame Morrible), Steven Skybell (Dr. Dillamond) Notes: Kerry’s first on Broadway

Wicked 1st National Tour: March 4, 2007 Baltimore, Maryland

Cast: Victoria Matlock (Elphaba), Christina DeCicco (Glinda), Cliffton Hall (Fiyero), Deedee Magno Hall (Nessarose), Barbara Tirrell (Morrible), P.J. Benjamin (Wizard), Josh Lamon (Boq), Tom Flynn (Dillamond),Paul Slade Smith as Witch’s Father/Frex ; Lori Homles as Witch’s Mother/Melena Leslie Becker as Midwife/ Nanny

Wicked Broadway: October 9, 2007 (mp4) Stephanie J. Block (Elphaba), Annaleigh Ashford (Glinda), Sebastian Arcelus (Fiyero), Kathy Santen (Morrible), Lenny Wolpe (Wizard), Logan Lipton (Boq), Cristy Candler (Nessarose), Steven Skybell (Dillamond) h

Wicked Broadway: February 1, 2015 Cast: Lilli Cooper (s/b Elphaba), Kara Lindsay (Glinda), Jerad Bortz (u/s Fiyero), Brian Munn (u/s The Wizard), Kathy Fitzgerald (Madame Morrible), Catherine Charlebois (Nessarose), Robin De Jesus (Boq).

Wicked: Singapore April 22nd, 2012 Cast- Zoe Jarrett (understudy Elphaba), Suzie Mathers (Glinda), David Harris (Fiyero), Anne Wood (Madame Morrible), Elisa Colla (Nessarose), James D Smith (Boq). At just over 2 hours long, this is missing a few sequences, but all the big numbers and memorable dialogue scenes are intact. It's shot from the very front row of the stalls at the side so, although this causes a lot of problems for the brave person who filmed it, we DO get many nice close-ups and a chance to see the show from quite an unusual angle at times! Very clear sound throughout.

Wicked Korea (Date: November 2013 ) Cast: Oak Joo Hyun (Elphaba), Jeong Sun Ah (Glinda), Lee Ji Hoon (Fiyero), Nam Kyoung Joo (The Wizard), Cho Jung Keun (Doctor Dillamond), Kim Young Joo (Madame Morrible), Lee Yea Eun (Nessarose), Kim Dong Hyun (Boq)

Wicked 2nd National Tour (Madison, WI): May 28, 2013 Cast: Jennifer DiNoia (Elphaba), Hayley Podschun (Glinda), David Nathan Perlow (Fiyero), Walker Jones (The Wizard), Gina Ferrall (Madame Morrible), Zarah Mahler (Nessarose), Michael Wartella (Boq), Jay Russell (Doctor Dillamond). quality: An absolutely beautiful HD capture with no obstructions. Jennifer is wonderful as Elphaba.

Wicked West End: October 27th, 2014 Cast: Jennifer DiNoia (Elphaba), Savannah Stevenson (G(a)linda) Jeremy Taylor (Fiyero), Liza Sadovy (Madame Morrible), Martyn Ellis (The Wizard), Katie Rowley-Jones (Nessarose), Sam Lupton (Boq), Philip Childs (Dr. Dillamond) Wicked Mexico: November 18th 2014

Cast: Ana Cecilia Anzaldúa, Crisanta Gómez (s/b), Jorge Lau, Anahí Allué, Paco Morales, Adam Sadwing, Beto Torres. Notes: Highlights include "No One Mourns the Wicked", "Dear Old Shiz", the Room Assignment scene from Let Her GO! to "What Is This Feeling?", "Popular", "Defying Gravity", "Thank Goodness", "No Good Deed" and "For Good".

Wicked 2nd National Tour: 10/29/15 Cast: Mary Kate Morrissey (s/b Elphaba), Carrie St. Louis (Glinda), Jake Boyd (Fiyero), Liana Hunt (Nessarose), Wendy Worthington (Madame Morrible), Stuart Zagnit (The Wizard). Lee Slobotikin (Boq), Chad Jennings (Dr. Dillamond)

Wicked 2nd National Tour: November 6th, 2017 Cast: Jessica Vosk (Elphaba), Allison Bailey (u/s Glinda), Jeremy Woodard (Fiyero), Kristen Martin (Nessarose), Sam Sefarian (Boq), Chad Jennings (Doctor Dillamond), Stuart Zagnit (The Wizard), Wendy Worthington (Madame Morrible).

Wicked Broadway: June 21, 2016 Cast: Rachel Tucker (Elphaba), Ginna Claire Mason (s/b Glinda), Jonah Platt (Fiyero), Peter Scolari (The Wizard), Judy Kaye (Madame Morrible), Dawn Cantwell (Nessarose), Zachary Noah Piser (Boq), Michael Genet (Doctor Dillamond).

Wicked San Francisco: September 5, 2010 (Last Show) Marcie Dodd (Elphaba) Alli Mauzey (Glinda) Clifton C. Hall (Fiyero) Jody Gelb (Madame Morrible) Tom McGowan (The Wizard) DeeDee Magno Hall (Nessarose) Etai Benshlomo (Boq)

Wicked 1st National Tour: December 12, 2007; St. Louis, MO. Carmen Cusack (Elphaba), Katie Rose Clarke (Glinda), Cliffton Hall (Fiyero), Alma Cuervo (Madame Morrible), Lee Wilkof (The Wizard), Deedee Magno Hall (Nessarose), Brad Weinstock (Boq), Tom Flynn (Dr. Dillamond)

Wicked UK/International Tour April 15th, 2017 Jodie Steele (alt. Elphaba), Carly Anderson (Glinda), Bradley Jaden (Fiyero), Kim Ismay (Mme. Morrible), Steven Pinder (Dr. Dillamond/Wizard), Emily Shaw (Nessarose), Iddon Jones (Boq) Link:

Waitress (Broadway) − June 14, 2016: Jessie Mueller (Jenna), Keala Settle (Becky), Kimiko Glenn (Dawn), Drew Gehling (Dr Pomatter), Nick Cordero (Earl), Dakin Matthews (Joe), Eric Anderson (Cal), Christopher Fitzgerald (Ogie) (OBC)

Waitress ( Broadway) April, 2017 Cast: Sara Bareilles, Charity Angel Dawson, Molly Jobe as (u/s) Dawn, Chris Diamantopoulos, Will Swenson, Dakin Matthews, Eric Anderson, Christopher Fitzgerald Link:

El Hombre de La Mancha: Santiago, Chile Teatro Munipal:: 1974 Cast: Frankie Bravo, Jose del Campo, Omar Galarcé, Fernando Gallardo, Mary Hernandez, José Maria Langlais, Valentina Martinez, Alicia Quiroga, Carlos Trujillo

El Hombre de La Mancha: Madrid, Teatro Lope de Vega de Madrid Cast: David V Muro (Cervantes / Quixote) The rest of the cast is unknown

Legally Blonde: Broadway (MTV Filmed) September 9th, 2007 Cast-Laura Bell Bundy, Christian Borle, Orfeh, Michael Rupert, Kate Shindle, Nikki Snelson, Richard H. Blake

Mary Poppins- US tour February 15 2013 Full Show Cast: Con O'Shea-Creal (Bert), Madeline Trumble (Mary Poppins), Madison Ann Mullahey (Jane Banks), Eli Tokash (Michael Banks), Chris K. Hoch (George Banks), Kerry Conte (Winifred Banks)

Man of La Mancha - Cast: Joan Diener as Aldonza (Dulcinea); Richard Kiley as Don Quixote (Cervantes); Dianne Barton as Antonia; Lee Bergere as Dr. Carrasco; Renato Cibelli as Captain of the Inquisition; Jack Dabdoub as The Innkeeper; Edmond Verrato as Sancho Panza (U/S); Eleanore Knapp as The Housekeeper; Robert Rounseville as The Padre; Ted Forlow as The Barber/The Horse (U/S); John Aristides as Juan; Robert Cromwell as Guard/Man of The Inquisition; Fernando Grahal as Tenorio/Dancing Horse; Laura Kenyon as Fermina; Jeff Killion as Man of The Inquisition/Guard; Hector Mercado as Dancing Horse/Jose; Rita Metzger as Maria; Shev Rodgers as The Horse/Pedro; Bill Stanton as Paco; David Wasson as Man of The Inquisition/Guard.

After concluding a successful road tour, Richard Kiley brought the company of Man of La Mancha into New York City, opening at the Vivian Beaumont Theatre at Lincoln Center on 22 JUN 1972, and running until 21 OCT 1972. This video was shot of that engagement, using a single tripod mounted camera and sound board sound. While the exact date of the filming is not known, it is believd it to be from 22 JUN 1972. It is known that Irving Jacobson was out sick for the first two performances, and that his understudy, Edmond Verrato, went on for him on 22 and 23 JUN.

Natasha, Pierre and The Great Comet of 1812 (Broadway) − October 29, 2016: Josh Groban, Denee Benton, Brittain Ashford, Nicholas Belton, Lucas Steele, Gelsey Bell, Nick Choksi, Amber Gray

Hamilton Broadway August 13th, 2016 - Javier Munoz (Alexander Hamilton), Lexi Lawson (Eliza Hamilton), Sydney James Harcourt (u/s Aaron Burr), Renee Elise Goldsberry ( Angelica Schuyler), Christopher Jackson (George Washington), Andrew Chappelle (u/s Marquis de Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson), Ephraim Sykes (u/s Hercules Mulligan/James Madison), Anthony Ramos (John Laurens/Philip Hamilton), Jasmine Cephas Jones (Peggy Schuyler/Maria Reynolds), Rory O’Malley (King George), Roddy Kennedy (u/s Philip Schuyler/James Reynolds/Doctor), Thayne Jasperson (Samuel Seabury), Neil Haskell (Charles Lee), David Guzman (u/s George Eacker), Ensemble: Carleigh Bettiol, Hope Easterbrook, Karla Puno Garcia, Gregory Haney, Sasha Hollinger, Seth Stewart, Kamille Upshaw

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: April 1st, 2017

Heathers- Concert reading at Joe's Pub - September 14 2010 Annaleigh Ashford (Veronica), Jeremy Jordan (Jason Dean), Jenna Leigh Green (Heather Chandler), Corri English (Heather McNamara), Christine Lakin (Heather Duke), James Snyder (Kurt), PJ Griffith (Ram), Julie Garnye (Martha) Heather Off Broadway- Cast: Dan Domenech as JD, Barrett Wilbert Weed as Veronica, and Charissa Hogeland as Heather Chandler

Spongebob the Musical: Chicago (Try-Out)

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a rec list with no theme other than awesomeness

or, a handful of fics that I’ve read recently (either for the first time, or the bajillionth)

Light Up My World Like Nobody Else by @lissadiane In which Stiles Stilinski has a little too much to drink, and steals a baby goat.

Trigger Warning by @thesuninside Derek goes home to New York shortly after the nogitsune is dealt with. He begins the long, slow climb toward mental health, and begins a text-based relationship with Stiles. Stiles, who is struggling with very real issues of guilt and consent, is climbing his own mental health mountain. Together, they’ll try to make it.

These Are the Days That Bind Us Together by @brookesbutler In which Stiles volunteers to go to Chicago with Derek and it’s awful. (Except it isn’t).

Cruising by @thepsychicclam Stiles and Scott spend Friday and Saturday nights cruising through town. All the kids do it. Stiles and Scott cruise around, confident and cool. Except, they’re totally not. Stiles and Scott are definitely not cool. They don’t have their own cruising posse, a caravan they ride around with, taking corners too fast and yelling out the windows at each other.They have Liam and Mason, two freshmen who sit in the back and complain about the choice of music.

Rebalance by @rhysiana When Derek loses his powers while saving Cora’s life, he gets sent to Stiles Stilinski, acupuncturist to the supernatural set, to try to fix him. He sincerely doubts it will work, but he’s run out of options.

Come Fly With Me (Or Don’t) by @stileshale Stiles is overworked and stressed out when his flight home gets delayed due to copious amounts of snow. He finds entertainment with one Derek Hale, whom he hasn’t seen since high school but really doesn’t mind getting reacquainted with.

Like Real People Do by @tatsukitty The ladies at the local yarn shop knew him by name now. Sometimes, he sat in one of the ancient soft armchairs in the store with them, frowning at his work as he struggled to maintain his tension.

“How’s it coming?” Edith asked, settling across from him in another chair, working on a delicate lace shawl with a pattern Derek couldn’t even fathom yet.

“It’s… better.” He hedged.

Wednesday Morning by @deepspacebison Derek's going to break, and Stiles is worried he's going to be the one to do it.

Written in the Stars by @quixoticity Derek Hale is a lucky guy. He's got a great family, good friends, and a fulfilling job as a tattoo artist. He's also one of the twenty-five per cent of the population born with a soul mark. He likes his life, but he's waiting for his soul-match. The odds of meeting them aren't great but hey, Derek's a lucky guy. He has faith. He can't believe how good his luck really is when one day his soul-match wanders right into his studio, all long limbs and copper eyes. There's just one problem: Stiles is there to get his soul mark covered up. Permanently.

Best Case Scenario by @ladyofthelog The fourth time Stiles breaks the fridge, Dad is less sympathetic.

“Stiles,” he says as Stiles holds the door steady for him to screw it back onto the chassis—there's new hardware involved this time, and not a little duct tape—

“I thought this werewolf thing was going to help.”

“Yeah, with the dementia,” Stiles says.

Fight Me, Helen by @witchspark Important OTP question: Which one aggressively argues with the suburban soccer moms at the PTA meeting and flips Helen’s 9x12 pan of betty crocker brownies?

Take Me Out to the Ballgame by @zjofierose It's all fun and games until someone catches a baseball with their face, Stiles.

In Which Laura is Never Going to Let Derek Live This Down by @omimouse A soulmate fic where you’ve got “Help! Save me!” on your wrist. So you do the martial arts classes, and ROTC, and get a concealed carry permit, you are READY, you are SO up for this… and then one day you’re at a friend’s house, and someone comes pounding down the stairs laughing and ducks behind you and goes “Help! Save me!” and that’s how you find out your soulmate was escaping a tickle fight.

Gravity’s Got Nothing on You by @zosofi “Three weeks,” Derek says.

“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.

“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…

“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“

“My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”

“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.

Chasing the Horizon by @obroech Stiles nearly laughs and for a moment, he sits there trying to think of anything to say. "It's been a good year," he croaks at long last. "I got you back--I got you back and I was so scared I'd lose you, you know? I got out there; I backpacked across half of Europe with my best friends - I got to see the never less than perfectly composed Lydia Martin after a few days without showers or real beds. Scott and Allison got married, dad. I made a speech."

The Sheriff's expression softens and he smiles, reaching up and clapping Stiles' shoulder. "You did. I was there. You had Melissa, Scott and Allison in tears."

You Can Plunder My Dungeon Anytime by @13callieb Stiles is numb. “I’m a kid,” he repeats blankly. “I’m nearly seventeen. I’m a kid.”

“Um,” Scott says, or at least, the weird man-hybrid that Scott apparently is these days. “You’re twenty-seven. We had, like, a party.”

Thank You for this Dance by @matildajones Derek picks up another glass of champagne, and that’s when he sees him. A man stands at the edge of the room, chewing his lip and staring at the dance floor longingly. Every person walks past him. Derek must have done it a hundred times this evening.

A Strong Heart and a Nerve of Steel by @lupinus, @uraneia Stiles and Derek wake up married in Vegas. Well, they would have if it was legal. In which Stiles is the president's son, Derek is his bodyguard, and Papa President orders them to pretend to be in love for the sake of gay rights.

Seems to Me It’s Chemistry by @halffizzbin Awkward Nerd Derek has been crushing on Handsome Jock Stiles since forever—so getting paired with him on a Chemistry project is definitely the best/worst thing that's ever happened to him.

Somewhere to Start by @lissadiane Stiles has always known that he isn't quite human - the plant life that tends to sprout around him whenever he gets upset or excited gives it away. He's never really fit in among the regular people in Beacon Hills and is determined to wait it out, go to college, and find somewhere to belong. He's forced to abandon those plans, however, after he desperately agrees to enter into an arranged marriage to save his father's life.

#sterek #eternal sterek #fic rec #sterek fic rec

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hard-satin · 7 years

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Time of death (4.08)

Masterlist

“Is three enough?” Kira asked as we set up our computers around the table in Scott’s house. Stiles was standing across from Kira. Liam and I were standing across from Scott. We were prepping our stupidest plan to date.

“It depends on how many cameras they have but I think so.” Stiles told her.

“Are we really doing this?” Liam asked nervously.

“Yeah, this is our worst plan ever and that’s saying something.” I told Scott.

“We’re doing this. Tonight.” Scott told us.

“Isn’t this kinda dangerous?” Liam asked.

“Yeah, it’s incredibly dangerous and borderline idiotic.” Stiles told him.

“Have you guys done something like this before?” Liam asked. I chuckled.

“Something dangerous? Or something idiotic?” Stiles asked.

“I think it’s yes to both.” Kira told Liam.

“You don’t have to be a part of it if you don’t want to.” I told Liam.

“I’m not scared.” Liam told him.

“Well then you’re borderline idiotic.” Stiles told him with a wink, before turning to Scott.

“If we do this we don’t know what’s coming for us. You know that right?” Stiles asked him.

“How do we know something’s definitely coming?” Kira asked.

“The tape said visual confirmation is required.” Scott told her.

“The chemist said the same thing. He said he couldn’t get paid until he knew you guys were dead.” Stiles added.

“So the idea is, what if you kill someone on the deadpool but you can’t get proof?” Scott asked.

“You don’t get paid.” Kira answered.

“How does that get us any closer to the Benefactor?” Liam asked.

“He still needs to know if the target is really dead.” Scott told him.

“Especially if it’s someone high on the list.” Stiles added.

“So if he want’s visual confirmation…” Liam started.

“He’s going to have to come get it himself.” Scott finished.

Liam and I are about to head up to Scott’s room where he and Kira and her mother are waiting. Stiles grabs my arm before I can get to the stairs. Liam growls at his aggressive touch. I pull my arm out of Stiles grasp and nod to Liam to head upstairs. He looks apprehensively between Stiles and I before leaving reluctantly.

“Look’s like you’ve found yourself a little guard dog.” Stiles comments obnoxiously.

“We almost died together in that well. So yeah, we’re close now.” I told him crossing my arms.

“As close as you are with Malia?” Stiles asked. I saw where he was going with this and I wasn’t about to make this easy for him.

“I’d say I’m closest with Scott, but Liam and Malia are the people I spend the most time with. Sometimes it helps to be with people who have flaws but are good regardless. It makes me feel better about my own.” I told him.

“What flaws? What about me?” Stiles asked.

“What about you Stiles?” I asked ignoring his first question.

“Aren’t we close?” He asked almost sheepishly.

“I’ve been wondering about that for a while now. I’ll get back to you when I have an answer.” I told him turning and marching up the stairs.

“Wait!” He called after me. I stopped and turned to him with a heavy sigh.

“What?” I asked.

“Is Malia going to stay mad at me forever?” He asked me. I scoffed, of course he came back to that. I turned back around and continued up the stairs.

“You better get to the hospital and start setting up the surveillance.” I told him before disappearing down the hall.

I walked into Scott’s room to find him lying on his bed. Kira and her mom were at his side while Liam paced the floor of his room.

“Are you guys totally sure about this?” Liam asked as I put my hand on his shoulder to stop his pacing.

“I think Liam’s kinda nervous. Maybe you should tell him it’s going to be alright.” Kira told Scott.

“It’s going to be alright.” Scott smiled up at Kira.

“You’ve done this before right?” I asked Kira’s mom.

“I’ve seen it done.” She told me.

“Is that just as good?” Liam asked hopefully.

“No.” She answered. I let out a pained groan.

“Mom, you’re not inspiring confidence.” Kira scolded her mother.

“Good. This is a terrible idea.” She told her daughter.

“Do you want us to do this without you?” Kira asked.

“Put your hand over his heart.” Kira’s mom relented. Kira leaned over Scott and hovered her hand over his chest. Scott grabbed her before she could do anything more.

“Hold on. What happens while I’m out? Am I going to feel anything?” Scott asked looking at Kira’s mom.

“It might feel like you’re dreaming.” She told him.

“Good dreams or bad?” He asked.

“I suppose that depends on you.” She told him. Scott rested back on the bed and Kira put her hand over his heart again. This time he didn’t stop her as she summoned her foxfire and brought his heart to a near stop. I clung to Liam as I watched, eventually I couldn’t take it and I hid my head in his chest. His arms were tight around me and he had soon hid his head in my hair, neither one of us wanting to watch our alpha suffer. It was over sooner than I expected. We all paced into the car to head to the hospital.

“I still hate this plan. I mean this is pretty significantly terrifying. He looks dead.” Melissa said as she tried to look everywhere but her son. We were all gathered in the morgue looking at Scott lying on the cold metal slab.

“Give me your hand.” Kira’s mom told her. Melissa hesitated before extending her arm. Kira’s mom placed it on Scott’s chest and held it there until she felt the slow beat of his heart under her palm.

“Is that enough to keep a werewolf alive?” She asked.

“Enough for an alpha.” Kira’s mom assured her.

“How much time do we have?” Melissa asked.

“Forty five minutes.” I filled her in.

“What happens after that?” She asked.

“Then I bring him back the same way.” Kira told her.

“No I mean what happens after forty five minutes?” Melissa asked.

“No one’s told her?” Kira’s mom asked looking to all of us.

“What happens after forty five minutes?” Melissa asked again looking to all of us. All of us unwilling to answer her question.

“He dies.” Kira’s mom tells her not sugarcoating anything.

I don’t know how I got sent on assignment with Scott and Chris to make contact with the assassin, but there I was standing in Chris’s weird storage unit thingy. I watched as he typed out Scott McCall was dead and payment was requested. It was all very anticlimactic and I was honestly beginning to wonder why I was sent with the two of them in the first place.

“That’s it? That’s your assassin speak.” Stiles asked as underwhelmed as I was.

“I told him Scott was dead, what more do you want?” Chris asked.

“How about target has been neutralized? You know? The crow flies at midnight. That’s always cool.” Stiles told him. I couldn’t help but chuckle. Chris grunted. The computer beeped letting us know the assassin had responded. I watched as the words visual confirmation is required appeared across the screen. Always over eager Stiles jumped on the computer. Quickly realising his mistake he offered the keyboard back to Chris but he just shook his head.

“Type this, visual confirmation isn’t possible. Police coming to claim body in forty minutes.” Chris instructed as Stiles typed. The Benefactor replied that visual confirmation was required for payment.

“Tell him number one on the list is dead, I killed him. If the wire transfer isn’t completed in forty minutes… I’m coming after you.” Chris was downright scary. I was impressed.

Back at the hospital Stiles, Kira, Liam and I stood in an unused room. Chris was on the roof rigging up a device to the security system. He called Stiles and with one keystroke the computers Stiles had set up previously all came to life. On each screen was four security camera feeds that we could monitor.

We sat in front of the screens for hours. Nothing unusual showed. It was getting harder and harder for me to ignore how every couple of minutes Stiles would dial Malia’s number only for his call to get rejected. I was almost relieved when shady shit actually started going down.

“Hey, is that supposed to look like that?” Liam asked pointing to one of the screens that had gone fuzzy. Kira and I were instantly on our feet.

“No, no it's not.” Stiles told him leaning in too. Holding his phone close after another call from Malia had been rejected on the first ring.

“Where is that?” Kira asked.

“The roof. Someone’s going to have to check it out.” Stiles told her.

“I’ll go.” Kira and I volunteered simultaneously.

“Whoa. This might not be just a malfunction.” Stiles pointed out stopping us as we headed for the door.

“That’s why I’m bringing this.” Kira told him showing off her katana.

“And i’m bringing these.” I flashed my claws and fangs before we both turned and left.

“I’m coming with you!” Liam called chasing after us.

“Okay and you’re all coming right back immediately!” Stiles yelled after us.

The three of us marched down the hall to the stair well with kira leading the way. I looked to Liam who was staying unreasonably close to my side.

“You know we have this covered right?” I asked him.

“Always good to have an extra set of eyes, and claws to cover you.” Liam told me as he looked around nervously.

“Thanks.” I told him with a smile. Since that day in the well, we’ve both had a problem with being slightly over protective of the other. But if I was being honest, I wasn’t complaining. It was nice to know that no matter what we had each other's back.

I was so busy talking to Liam that I didn’t realize Kira had gotten all the way to the roof while we were still a flight and a half down. I figured it out when I heard the growling and Kira’s battle cry. Liam and I charged up the stairs arriving fully transformed just in time to watch her get knocked down by a berserker.

Liam and I didn’t hesitate before racing at the thing. Kira was back up as Liam was thrown across the roof into a transformer. I rushed to his side to make sure he was breathing before rejoining Kira in the battle against the Berserker. I went for the leg as she went for it’s upper body.

We were doing well for all of five seconds but then I was kicked away landing on top of Liam. Kira was knocked to the ground. I struggled to my feet bringing Liam up too. We stumbled over to Kira and managed to pull her to her feet too. We turned to face the Berserker again. Liam and I were knocked down as Kira managed to dodge out of it’s reach easier than us.

“Liam run!” We both ordered the younger beta. Though I knew he wouldn’t. I could see his rage building up inside.

“Kira! You go! You need to get to Scott!” I told her standing up to fight again. I watched as Kira looked between us and the Berserker, and then eventually to the roof door.

“Go!” I repeated as Liam rose. Together we squared off against the Berserker as she ran from the roof. Liam launched up to the transformer cage and jumped on top of the thing while I launched myself at it’s legs. We succeeded in knocking it down but it soon from us off of it like we were nothing more than rag dolls. We we stood again it had gone.

I looked to Liam. I knew we could track it’s scent but with just the two of us we wouldn't do it much damage. So we ran from the roof after Kira to check on Scott. When we made it to the bottom floor there was a familiar scent coming from the hallway. It was blood. Liam and I followed it to find Kira’s mom in the arms of Melissa. She was bleeding from a wound in her center.

“Find Kira!” Melissa ordered us. Without protest we both turned on our heel and ran towards the morgue. We burst in to find Scott was alive but I could barely be happy as Kira looked to Liam and in with apprehension.

“What?” She asked looking between us.

“It’s your mother.” Liam told her as I tried to find the strength to tell her.

The night ended as Stiles and I drove Liam home. I got out of the jeep to let him get out. I gave him a hug goodbye and watched him all the way to his front door. Making sure he was inside and safe before getting back in the jeep.

“You really care about the kid.” Stiles told me breaking our silence as we drove home.

“He’s part of the pack. That makes him family to me.” I told him keeping my gaze on the road passing by the passenger side mirror.

“Really. I know where close, but you just met the kid. You hated Lydia most of your life, and you barely talked to me for the last month. That’s a pretty shitty family.” Stiles laughed halfheartedly.

“It’s the only one I have.” I reminded him. I heard his heartbeat spike as he recalled that I was alone.

“Besides, he’s like me. I want to give him the support and protection I wish I had when I was learning about being a werewolf with a little something extra.” I confessed.

“What do you mean?” Stiles asked.

“His anger issues. They may make it harder for him to control his shifts but they also make him strong. I watched him almost take off a berzerkers head tonight. I have the ability to disobey the will of an alpha, I can transform into a wolf, but it’s also a curse. Just like Liam’s anger.” I told him.

“How?” Stiles asked.

“You know how. You told me, or at least void did. Then you told Scott and I you remembered everything so don’t try and deny it.” I told him.

“True omega’s can’t be loved. They are lone wolves in every way.” Stiles summed up. I nodded.

“That might not even be true.” He told me. I laughed at him.

“Why would he lie?” I asked Stiles.

“He’s a trickster.” Stiles pointed out.

“Yeah and his best tricks were revealing the truths he knew would hurt us the most. Besides that wasn’t the only thing he told me and he was right about that.” I argued. Stiles stayed silent. He knew void had told me that Stiles didn’t share the same feelings for me that I had for him. Maybe he thought talking about it would ruin our friendship. That was certainly my excuse for staying silent. Although the more I thought about it, the more I realised the friendship we had before void was long dead.

The silence remained as we pulled into the driveway and walked into the house and up the stairs. Less than a foot apart but it felt like there was a great distance between us. That is until I stopped in front of Stiles doorway in shock as I noticed Malia standing inside and Stiles ran into my back. I didn’t know what to say, but she was in Stiles room so I looked to him to start talking.

“Hey. Where you been?” He asked her as he stood stationary in his doorway.

“Talking to Peter.” Malia told him.

“Okay. Do you think that’s a good idea?” Stiles asked.

“If he can help me find my mother, I don’t think I care.” Malia told him with a shrug.

“Malia, you might be related to him but you’re not like him.” Stiles told her.

“Maybe I am. That night I caused the car crash.” She began.

“You mean when you were out of control on the full moon?” Stiles asked trying to illustrate that it wasn’t her fault.

“There’s a part that I didn’t tell you about. Right before we got in the car, my mother… My adoptive mother and I, we got into a huge fight. I don’t even remember what it was about but I remember what I said. I said I wish you were all dead.” Malia confessed tears welling in her eyes.

“Killing doesn’t run in a family.” Stiles tried to assure her.

“Maybe it does in mine.” Malia told him before turning to hang up the third part of the deadpool on Stiles murder board and running to me. I pulled her into my arms and walked her to my room. We collapsed on the bed and I just held her. There wasn’t anything I could do or say to make her feel better. So I just held her in my arms and let her cry.

#scott mccall #melissa mccall #stiles stilinski #chris argent #malia tate #malia hale #kira yukimura #noshiko yukimura #liam dunbar #kate argent #berserkers #deadpool #peter hale #teen wolf

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stereksummerexchange · 7 years

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A Second Chance Family

@captainpettie | AO3 - you’re super cool and I love the gifsets you make, you’re super duper talented and I am in awe. Also, I kinda wish I’d written more for this like I had planned (my life exploded and cut my time short) so I’m probably going to add another chapter once the exchange is over, BECAUSE I HAD PLANS!!! Anyway, I really hope you like this. You’re awesome.

by @milkysterek

Derek had never enjoyed surprises; most of the events in his life had been surprises and none of them were ever any good. The exception to that rule had always been Stiles, his loud mouthed, scatterbrained, undeniably beautiful husband. He hadn’t planned on Stiles at all. It didn’t matter how long he pined or how hard he craved the man, he never realistically thought he’d ever deserve someone as imaginative, as devious and as perfect as Stiles Stilinski. Yet here they were, five years on from their first kiss, married and about to have a baby.

The weather was gorgeous outside. Golden light rained down on the lush, green front lawn, making tiny beads of water that had been scattered by the sprinklers shimmer dazzlingly like diamonds under the gaze of the bright, full sun. Birds were hopping around, searching for worms, tapping the ground with their little forked feet while off in the distance, too far away for anything other than supernatural hearing, small predators prowled the undergrowth looking for their next meal. He could almost see Alia playing out there. She would be so happy, he thought, running in and out of the spray, chasing the wildlife that lived around their home, her jet black hair getting damp and sticking to her chubby cheeks. Yes, Derek could see her fitting in well here.

Alia was Derek’s second exception to his rule.

“I don’t understand why I have to move out for the next two weeks,” Isaac complained, breaking the gentle peace that Derek had lost himself in. It was so easy to zone out in the blissfulness of his life these days, to sit back and enjoy what he had; he must be getting old.

Isaac stalked across the livingroom, his backpack thrown over his shoulder containing what Derek didn’t believe for a second could possibly be two weeks worth of clothes and whatever else he would be needing during his exile. Stiles wasn’t far behind him, “And I don’t understand why you’re still living with us in the first place.”

Before Isaac could get the chance to sass back, Derek thought it best that he step in. He was a father now, he needed to practice breaking up children’s squabbles. Coming away from the window, he walked up behind his husband and placed two hands on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his neck. “Why don’t you go make sure Alia’s room has everything she needs and I’ll see Isaac off?”

“Fine,” Stiles grumbled under his breath and shot Isaac a parting glare before heading for the stairs.

Isaac loitered by the door, fiddling with one of the straps of his backpack, eyes cast down. “Is this the part where you tell me to be nicer to Stiles?”

It was ridiculous, really. Derek had always kind of thought Stiles and Isaac would grow out of their rivalry, that maybe adulthood would make them see each other a little differently; it wasn’t like they didn’t have anything in common after all. He was wrong, clearly, but they could at least pretend to get along - for his sake if nothing else. He did actually like both of them and deep down, deep, deep, deep down, he knew Stiles and Isaac liked each other, too.

Deep down.

He rolled his eyes and leaned against the floral wallpaper that decorated the living room. He’d picked it himself when they were first rebuilding the house and he thought it brightened the place up a little bit. The fact that the entire pack had been surprised by his taste had seemed strange to him until he realised practically everyone in town thought he enjoyed living in derelict buildings and other areas of general doom and gloom. Derek liked floral. Floral made Derek happy. “No.”

Isaac blinked, “No?”

“You’re an adult, Isaac; you can do whatever you want. Would I prefer it if my husband and my beta weren’t constantly at each other’s throats? Sure, but I have a lot more to worry about right now than the two of you squabbling.”

Something that Derek said must have struck a chord with Isaac because the curly haired beta looked down, chewing at the inside of his mouth like he was working on saying something. Time had taught Derek that waiting his silence out would usually get Isaac to say what he wanted to. He just had to wait for his confidence to build. “Derek, you know everything’s going to go fine with Alia? You’re going to be a great dad and even if you are kicking me out, I’m still really happy for you - you and Stiles.”

There was no doubt in Derek’s mind that Isaac was looking forward to Alia finally coming to stay with them - the entire pack was thrilled - but hearing it instead of the usual brigade of sarcastic and biting comments was a little touching. Derek cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest. “Uh, thanks,” He started, rolling his eyes when Isaac grinned at how uncomfortable he’d made his alpha. “But it’s not like we’re kicking you out forever and if we could let you stay, we would. You know the rules: Alia is only allowed to see Stiles and I for the first two weeks. After that we can introduce the rest of the pack slowly but until then-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Isaac was still grinning, a boyish glint in his toffee eyes. “Until then I’m out on my ass. I get it.”

Derek smiled and looked down at his feet before catching Isaac’s eyes again. “You’ll be fine - and I’m sure you’ll have plenty of fun at Jackson’s while you’re away.”

It was cute that Isaac was trying his best to look confused, especially with how rosy his face was quickly growing. The rose tint really did wonders for his cheekbones. The fact that Isaac and Jackson were somewhat of an item was supposed to be a secret, apparently, but it wasn’t a very well kept one. Despite that, Isaac was still trying to pull the whole ‘who, me?’ act. Like Derek said, it was cute.

“What are you talking about? I’m staying at Scott’s.” The beta tried to smile sheepishly but it came out more like a grimace. Derek took pity on him.

“Oh, yeah. Of course!” He smirked, his voice full of false sincerity. Isaac punched him in the arm.

Packing Isaac away in the camaro and essentially banishing him from his home for the following two weeks left Derek feeling a little guilty. This was Isaac’s home after all and as far as Derek was concerned, the man was family. He thought that Isaac should be allowed to stay for Alia’s ‘settling in’ period but the adoption agency had thought different and, well, he didn’t want to do anything that might jeopardise the whole process. Besides, two weeks would be up in no time and as Stiles had said time and time again, if anyone was going to meet Alia against the adoption agencies guidelines, it was going to be his father.

The sheriff was another person who wasn’t thrilled at the idea of his new granddaughter residing in Beacon Hills for a whole two weeks before he could even set his eyes on her in the flesh. He thought there should be a special grandfather loophole that he could slip through but, alas, no such loophole existed. It wasn’t like he was completely deprived, though. The sheriff has one very nice, silver framed picture of Derek and Stiles with Alia in the middle, all cuddled up when they’d taken her to a funfair just last month. That was the same day Derek had to sneak off and scare away Scott and Lydia who were prowling around the parking lot, trying to catch a glimpse of the new family. Those were two more people who weren’t talking the no contact rule great either. Derek had no idea how he and Stiles were going to filter in the pack members when the time for meeting Alia came. He didn’t want to overwhelm her, but the pack bond could already tell she was their alpha and alpha-mate’s cub. Their anxiety to finally see her was understandable.

He couldn’t worry about that right now, though. That was a problem for another day.

Derek found Stiles in Alia’s bedroom where he had sent him just moments before. It was decorated just how she’d like it - he was sure of that because he’d been back and forth from her housing near a hundred times with paint swatches and furniture catalogues and even had her walk him through exactly where she wanted each of her stuffed animals placed (all five on her bed, none were to be left out). The walls were a sandy yellow with blue and pink floral designs around the borders. A not too small, single bed was pushed against the back wall and the bedding was a duck egg blue and pastel pink. Matching yellow throw pillows were scattered over the bed, each thick with the scent of pack members so even though Alia wouldn’t be meeting them for a fortnight, she would still be saturated with their scent. It was a wolf thing; Stiles found it hilarious. He was over by her wardrobe, gazing inside at the plethora of dresses they had bought for her. Just because the pack couldn’t meet her yet didn’t mean for a second that they weren’t going to spoil her. Alia had outfits from everyone; there was a bright pink cardigan from Melissa that she had knitted herself, a beautiful embroidered green and purple salwar kameez from Scott and Kira, John was responsible for the baseball jersey that Derek was sure would be getting a lot of wear and there were many other items all crammed in together in a colourful rainbow mixture from more plain americanized clothes all the way to the most intricate Indian clothing Lydia could find - because of course Lydia had done the majority of the clothes shopping.

“Do you think we went overboard with the yellow,” Stiles asked without looking up from where he was frowning at one of the soft, yellow sarees, stroking his thumb over the fabric of the coral pink palla. “I know she said it was her favourite colour, but kids change their favourite colour all the time. What if her favourite colour’s green now?”

Derek chuckled gently and wrapped his arms around Stiles’ waist from behind, kissing his husband on his shoulder. “I’m sure she’ll love whatever we give her. She seemed pretty thrilled with that keyring you bought her at the aquarium.”

That, apparently, was not the right thing to say because as quickly as it had left his lips, Stiles was squirming from his grip and turning on him with wide, amber eyes. “Oh my god,” He gasped, not at all overdramatically, “I bought her a keyring. What sort of five year old has keys!”

Derek shrugged. “We don’t know her business.”

“Hilarious,” Stiles deadpanned, unamused by what Derek thought was kinda funny, at least by his standards. “You really should go into comedy. You’re wasted on the national healthcare system.”

“Oh look,” Derek smiled, closing the wardrobe doors and seizing his husband by the hand. “Now you’re the funny one.”

“I’m always the funny one.”

“Well, funny one, I think it’s time we go and collect our daughter,” Derek paused for effect, because he was that type of asshole, “And this is no laughing matter.”

“That was so bad that even Alia’s cringing right now.” Stiles rolled his eyes but Derek had already spotted the smile on his face and the pair walked out of their daughter’s bedroom, ready to officially start their family.

The outside of the children’s home where Alia had spent the last four years of her life always had a way of making Derek anxious. It was tall and looming, casting everything beneath it in shadow. It made Derek intimidated whenever they came to pick Alia up for days out but strangely, now that he knew he’d never have to come to this place again, he felt a little better about it.

The couple entered through the sliding front doors and into the breezy reception area. They knew the drill like clockwork now and soon found their way to the waiting room after checking themselves in. All the paperwork was done in advance to make today run as smoothly as possible. All they needed now was their little girl and then they could go and start the rest of their lives.

It didn’t take long before Derek - and Stiles not long after - could hear the sound of Alia’s frantic feat pounding down the corridor. Every slap of her shoes made Derek’s heart jump in his chest, made it ache with a mixture of excitement and longing to see his child - his cub - again. She burst into the waiting room, her brown eyes blown wide and her dark cheeks tinted pink from running as quick as her little legs could carry her.

“Tata! Daddy!” She yelled and both of the men were on their feet in an instant. Alia barreled into them, her pointy shoulders hitting them in their things while her thin little arms tried desperately to wrap around both of them at the same time.

The smile that had broken out on Stiles’ face was one that Derek had only seen a handful of times in his life, the last time being when Derek spoke his vows at their wedding. His husband was a generally happy person now, after years of therapy and constant reassurances that he and the people he loved were finally safe, but this smile… this smile was pure awe.

“You ready to go home, baby?” Stiles asked, his voice thick in a way that Derek was sure his own would be if he could find words. His throat felt raw and he didn’t need a mirror to know that his eyes were red rimmed.

For years, Derek had been accepting of the fact that he would never have a family again. That time was gone, lost in the ashes of his old home. It hurt, but over time his coldness had hardened him to that fact and it was something he was learning to deal with, something he could push right to the back of his mind and never think about, never even acknowledge.

Things were better after he and Stiles got together. At first, he figured he’d lose Stiles too and tried his best not to get attached. There was college, other men that were far more appropriate for someone as ambitious and enigmatic as Stiles and, of course, there was death. For all Derek knew, Stiles could’ve be killed at any time; humans were very breakable. It was always nagging at Derek, the thought that Stiles could be so easily and so quickly snatched away by death. His jeep had never been one hundred percent in the whole time they’d know each other, rival packs might have wanted to make an example of him, one simple monster of the week gone wrong or even one of Derek’s ill judged mistakes could take Stiles just like that. It haunted him for years, kept him awake at night. Stiles made him see a counselor.

Losing Stiles, that constant threat that ate away at Derek’s being, was what drove him to finally settle his pack. He made Stiles his mate, Boyd his official second in command and mended any bridges with Scott that had been burned over the years. It felt good to be established, to be part of a real pack again. It felt whole.

And after that, well, things just sort of fell into place. He was married and happy and part of family and when the day came that he found adoption brochures not so stealthily mixed in with his morning mail and Stiles cautiously watching him with pleading eyes, it just seemed right.

Derek had never expected to have a family again, he’d never even dared to hope, but looking down at Alia, grinning dazzlingly at Stiles, her eyes dancing with light and happiness at knowing that she finally had a family too, he didn’t think it was too wrong for him to cry. Even if it was just a little.

“I’m ready, Tata,” She beamed and turned to Derek while Stiles’ stood, taking one of her hands. Alia held out the other, wiggling her fingers up at Derek with trusting eyes. “Are you coming, Daddy?”

Derek took Alia’s tiny, podgy hand in his, cupping it protectively. She was beautiful and innocent and so honest with her love that it sometimes hurt just to look at her and without even trying, Alia symbolised everything their little pack had fought to build and everything they had achieved. He had a family again. A perfect, dysfunctional, always entertaining family and he knew at that moment that no matter what came, he would always protect that little girl. “Of course, baby.”

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