#victoria chase x female reader

[teaaagan]

McDonalds

Y/N: I said I wanted McDonald's.

Victoria: yeah and I bought you McDonald's.

Y/N: I MEANT A BIG MAC OR SOMETHING, NOT THE ENTIRE COMPANY? VICTORIA WTF?

[urmumsdrycooch]

Oᑎ ᗩ ᗯᕼIᗰ

Kate Marsh x Reader

Summary: Kate being a cutie with a crush.

Warnings: Potential overdose from Kate’s cuteness.

My class ended a few minutes early, so I decided to wait for Kate since we'd planned to get some lunch as soon as we both got out. I lean up against the wall next to the door of her classroom, I simultaneously listen to the music playing through the ear bud in my left ear and Mr Jefferson's muffled voice from inside the room.

Soon enough I notice the screech of chairs scraping off the floor as students begin to flood out of the door, Kate follows out shortly after Max and a smile immediately plasters over her face.

"Hey Y/n, how are you?" She checked, tightly holding a book to her chest.

"I'm all good, thank you. How about yourself?" I respond.

She smiles, looking down slightly, "Better now you're here." I won't lie, Kate's a nice person, a lovely person even, it may be just a little friendly thing, but this is new.

We wander down the hallway, my mind filled with thoughts of lunch while the Christian girl next to me had other things on her mind.

Kate brushes the seat before holding her skirt to let herself sit as I place her food in front of her.

"Thank you."

"Anytime," I answer with a grin.

We exchange a light chatter, everything from school to Victoria's latest tantrum. The one thing that stands out is how different Kate is, not just from me but from everyone else. She's polite, never raises her voice, and always has a kind word to say. I find myself liking her more and more as the lunch goes on.

"So, what do you think of Mr Taylor's new haircut?" I ask her, referring to our math teacher.

"I think it's very flattering," she replies. "He looks much younger." She adds on.

"Speaking of flattering, you look very nice today, Y/n." She compliments me a small rosy tint forming on her cheeks with the words.

"Thank you, Kate. You look beautiful as per usual." I respond with a friendly smile, I check the time on my phone, "Come on, let's go see Mr Taylor's fresh trim, we have his class now." I catch her slightly off-guard, she quickly gathers her belongings and tags along.

Time Skip

I open my door, "Hey Katie." I greet her with a teasing smile, she lightly swats my arm as punishment for the nickname. Earlier today we'd planned a girl's night in my dorm room, you know, the usual, movie, nails, food, nothing out of the ordinary.

I close the door and the two of us take a seat on my bed, "What do you wanna watch? I've stolen Warren's hard drive, some pretty good stuff on there." I offer, Kate continues to look into my eyes, her expression as if she hadn't been listening to a single word.

She'd definitely been acting a bit different lately. A lot bolder.

"We've got Pulp Fiction, Scream, Groundhog Day, The Dark Knight, we can look through them," I add, the silence now becoming slightly awkward.

"Anything is fine. As long as you're here." She finally speaks with a soft sigh.

We both get under the covers of my bed watching the film we had decided on, "You know Y/n, you're really pretty." Kate smiles.

"Oh. Uh- Thank you, Kate."

"You're like a personal heater as well." She wraps her arms around my middle, one of her cold hands sneaking under my shirt to touch my warm back, making me flinch slightly.

"Why haven't you got a boyfriend or anything? You're like awesome."

This is definitely out of the ordinary. Oh shit, what if she's eaten my edibles. No, I gave them Justin. "Kate, I've said this before. I don't feel like having to chase after a man, I can barely concentrate in school, I'm sure a boyfriend wouldn't help." I answer.

I watch her face drop, she quickly changes her face and looks back at the laptop in between our legs.

"How about a girlfriend, you like girls right?" She suggests.

I widen my eyes, I had never openly talked to Kate about my sexuality, only about my ex-partners, some of whom happen to be female. It seems I was wrong, perhaps her faith did not agree with me and she did.

"Same thing. It'd be nice but I just don't have that much time."

"You have time for me." She points out

"But that's different, I want to spend time with you-" I speak as if it were the most natural thing ever, but as soon as I realise what I was saying I shut down the sentence.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a grin on Kate's face, she attempts to cover it with her palm, but It doesn't hide the beaming smile on her face.

Time Skip

English and I never had the best relationship. I can barely spell never mind analyse Shakespeare. I've been ignoring the set task all lesson, letting my gaze fall around the class. It finally lands on the dirty blonde-haired girl to the right just in front of me.

She stops writing and turns around, passing me a note.

Get to work, Y/n/n.

-Love, Kate <3

I smile at the little red heart next to her name and begin writing my own note to Kate below hers.

Why should I? -Y/n :)

I pass it to her and she gently unfolds it, I watch her cheeks form a cheeky grin. She turns over the note and begins writing on it again.

I'll treat you after ;)

-Kate <3

As I read the few small words, butterflies flutter in my stomach. I have no idea why, but the note made me feel giddy. I slip the piece of paper into my pocket and mentally prepare myself for another hour or so of catching up on sleep and ignoring the fossil of a teacher at the front of the class.

Time Skip

Kate met me outside of the dorms after the English lesson, she sits peacefully on her bench as she does most mornings. "You're here." She says once she notices my presence.

"Did you do any work during that lesson?" She asks me.

I shrug my shoulders, "I wrote the date?" I try.

She sighs, locking her fingers together on her lap, "Sorry Y/n, that isn't good enough."

"Oh, is it not? What would've happened if I did any work?"

"You would've gotten your treat."

I raise my eyebrow in curiosity, tilting my head slightly, "And what might have that been?"

"A kiss." She answers with a straight face while I'm having several mid-life crises all at once. This is definitely new, I've never heard Kate say anything like that before, she's not telling me something.

I fix my posture, blinking a few times to snap back to reality. "A kiss?" I ask.

She slowly nods her head a single time, "Yes, a kiss." She repeated. She gets up from her spot on the bench, "It's time to recite the Lord's prayer, it's almost 12. You can come if you like." She offers, I shake my head.

"No, sorry, I've got some homework to do, I'll join you later though." I excuse myself.

Time Skip

I knock on Kate's door, she quickly opens it as if she'd been behind it for a while, "Y/n, for a moment I thought you weren't going to come!" She smiles, dragging me into her room by my arm.

She pulls me in for a hug, but something extra was added to the mix... she kissed me.

Not on the cheek, or on the forehead, no, she took my face in her hands and she kissed me. Her nose met mine and she held the small somewhat friendly peck there for a good couple of seconds. My heart rate rose through the roof, I don't know why, I've done this tons of times with non-partners and they never put me in such a state.

She then turns around and begins walking towards her desk and pulls out a plastic bag with a brown paper bag inside, she hands it over to me and I take a slight whiff of what smells like some sort of baked food, I open it and see a pastry, it's one of those fancy cheese and meat ones.

"I got this from that bakery we passed by the other day."

"Oh, thank you, Kate."

She takes a seat next to me, shuffling over closer to me. I might that this chance to maybe find out what's been on her mind, "So, how have you been recently?" I ask the girl.

Her face becomes slightly confused at the question but she answers with, "I've been feeling pretty good. Why?"

"Just asking." I cut it short.

"Kate, have you got a thing for somebody?" I ask, her eyes widen at the question and I see a deep shade of red creep up her face.

She managed to blush even harder when I caught her eyes.

I chuckle to myself watching Kate squirm, "I... I..." She stutters for a few seconds before coming up with something.

"N-No, of course not." She tells me, a forced smile on her face.

"Oh, you just seem more... I don't know, love-sick? Just pretty happy." I explain.

"Okay, maybe there is someone." She looks down at her lap.

"Kate, that's awesome. Have you told him?" I question.

“No, they don't know. I doubt I'll ever have the courage to tell them. I mean, come on, I've never had a significant relationship, I've never kissed anybody, and I'm not sure if I'm that good at kissing anybody anyway!" She blabbers, in a state of panic.

In an attempt to calm her nerves, I say, "Kate, I'm sure whoever it is doesn't care if you've never been in a relationship, if you've kissed anyone, or if you're a good kisser or a bad kisser."

“It's just a matter of taking a chill pill, talking to him more, asking him more romantic questions, and working towards getting romantically involved."

A hopeful look flashes across her face as she urges, "That really works.".

"Hell yeah!" I reply, "Oh sorry." Kate just chuckles as I quickly apologize for my language.

Time Skip

I wake up in Kate's room, I feel a warm breath on my neck and look down to see an innocent Kate still asleep. I must be up pretty early if I'm awake before Kate. She lightly groans as she begins to wake up, her arms tightening around my middle, "Good morning, dear." She mumbles.

"Morning Kate," I answer while rubbing my eyes.

She releases her grip on me, pushing her head further into the pillow.

"Y/n, can you teach me how to kiss?" She requests her eyes still closed, a naïve tone to her voice catching me off-guard.

"Kate, it's like 6:30 in the morning, and how could I possibly show you. I guess it kind of just happens." I explain.

"Like, on a whim?"

"Yeah."

A silence fills the air, I relax on my back while Kate stares off into space, her thoughts louder than an alarm to the point she was quietly mumbling.

Perhaps I should've been listening to Kate's ramblings more closely as I didn't notice her pulling her face next to mine before she planted a kiss on my lips, it lasted a good few seconds before I pulled away. I don't know if this was a common occurrence to kiss your friends, but I guess I was either very good at it or she was very bad.

"Sorry," Kate says, in a sheepish tone.

"It's fine," I reply, trying to hide my smile.

I could never blame Kate for not telling me sooner, she's felt more than love for me, and I'm sure I had feelings for her too. I don't know what they are, but feelings I had. I fell in love with her.

I actually fell in love with her, I fell in love with the pretty girl who sat next to me in class, who read scriptures with me in the library, who held my hand whenever I got stressed about school. I began falling in love with the girl who always made sure I'd eaten, who'd sit and do nothing with me when she surely had better things to be doing, who would sit and listen to my crazy theories. I fell in love with Kate.

I didn't find someone, I found something. Even if it took me a while to find it (or her).

I found love.

[faithsxoxo]

REQUESTS -

fandoms i write for :

➥ inside job (reagan ridley, brett hand, andre lee, gigi thompson, myc) ➥ life is strange (max caufield, chloe price, rachel amber, nathan prescott, victoria chase, kate marsh)

what i will write :

➥ fluff, angst, etc ➥ smut

what i wont write :

➥ fetishes (scat, piss, cnc, non con, petplay, etc.) ➥ yandere, tsundere, anything like that ➥ student/teacher ➥ male reader

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➥ please be specific!! include exactly what you want, not just "can i have ____ x reader pls" ➥ specify reader gender as well, either female or gender-neutral

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LIS Reactions: s/o gives them silent treatment

scenario: you are angry at your s/o and give them the silent treatment 

Max Caulfield:

this sweet baby would most definitely try to make things better and do what she can to make it up to you, she’ll feel so bad that she made you angry, she’ll try to get your attention by touching your shoulder and softly saying your name, trying to hold your hand and give you small kisses on your cheek. after the fight she’ll most likely beat herself up mentally 

“babe, if you’re mad at me i want to know if there is anything i can do to help, i love you so much and i never want to make you mad...” 

Chloe Price:

At first chloe would be angry and start to question why, but as this goes on she’s gonna start taking it seriously and try to fix what she did wrong, when you 2 are laying in bed together she’ll tell you how sorry she is and she’ll beat herself up

“babe.. please don’t do this... i don’t want to lose you... you’re the only thing good in my life, i don’t want to fuck us up just like how i fucked up everything else in my pathetic ass life! please.... don’t leave me alone....”

Rachel Amber: 

At first Rachel will think that you’re just playing and she’ll “play along” too, but after a few days she’ll grow tired and try to get your attention, like subtle little neck kisses and stuff like that, things that she knows would get your attention but when all that doesn’t work she’ll start to get more worried 

“baby c’mon.. ya can’t stay mad at me forever you know.. *sigh*.... baby i’m sorry about last night, i didn’t mean to make you mad 

Nathan Prescott:

This crazy dude will be automatically pissed, when you don’t answer his questions or ignore him his paranoia will get the best of him making him think that you are messing with somebody else  behind his back when that’s not the case at all, but when he starts to calm down he starts to see what he did to make you mad then he’ll immediately start to feel bad 

“Ahhh so that’s how it’s gonna be huh? hahah you’re just gonna sit here and act like i don’t exist?!! do you know who the fuck i am y/n!?? i could have your whole life ruined, fuck you!” 

Victoria Chase:

oh lord, this girl would be a nervous wreck, she’ll try to talk to you and be begging you to answer back, she’s very insecure and knowing that she did something wrong to hurt you it will eat her alive 

“baby please.... i’m sorry! i’m so fucking sorry, i love you so much, you mean the fucking world to me, you don’t judge how i act around you or anything and i love it, i can be myself around you, please.... please forgive me babe...” 

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"scary goth girl" - warren graham one-shot

"She's. . . kinda scary." Taylor and Courtney whispered to one another, doing a terrible job at keeping quiet as she passed by them. Victoria's minions eyed her up with distaste, the girl's all-black clothing made her stick out like a sore thumb. The dangling cross earrings and numerous chains and necklaces that accompanied the spiked choker around her neck only added to that. She was Blackwell's very own, intimidating goth girl.

No one would have guessed that she would end up with the geeky Warren Graham.

"Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer," She smirked, rolling her eyes as Taylor and Courtney scoffed in disgust,

"Ugh, as if!"

"Whatever," She shrugged her shoulders, "your loss."

She walked away from them, to her locker. Pulling out her cellphone from the pocket of her spiked, leather jacket, she quickly texted her favorite person: Warren. The exhausting school day was finally over and she'd get to hang with her special geek. She couldn't wait.

-

"There she is, my girl, Nancy Downs!" You heard a familiar voice announce and felt yourself being pulled into eager arms. You became almost smothered in the hug, face pressed gently against Warren's chest. The faint smell of his cologne made your heart flutter.

"Hey, Doc Brown, I missed you," You beamed, placing a quick kiss on Warren's cheek.

He now had your lipstick imprinted on his cheek but it didn't faze him in the slightest; in fact, Warren wore it proudly, as if it were some honorary medallion. Most of his classmates would tease him about being too "nerdy" to even have a girl be interested in him. Boy, the look on their faces was pure gold as he walked into his science class one day, a few hickies peppering his neck.

"I missed you, too. How was Jefferson's class?" Your boyfriend leaned against the locker.

"Could have been better. Jefferson saw me drifting off and decided to call me out in front of the whole class," You sighed, mentally cringing at the awkward ordeal, "what about you? How was Ms. Grant's class?"

Warren's eyes sparkled with excitement at your question, "dude, it was epic - we got to make gummy bear fireballs with Potassium Chlorate!"

"Really? That's so sick! I wish I had science with you, it would've been cool to see you geek out," She reached up to ruffle his messy hair.

"You know it," Warren smiled bashfully, scratching the back of his neck. He was just so in love with you, you were absolutely breathtaking.

Your brief, cheesy movement was cut short as Victoria passed by your locker,

"Why don't you date some devil worshiper? Do you really have standards that low?" Victoria laughed as she gestured toward Warren. He looked taken aback, looking down at his shoes in shame.

Oh, that definitely pissed you off.

"Would you please just shut the fuck up for once, Bitchtoria? I'm happy with Warren - I love him - I won't leave him just because you're so damn insecure with yourself, that you have to shit on everyone else. Get over yourself," You spat harshly, eyebrows furrowing and fists clenching in anger at her comment.

Both Warren and Victoria were surprised at your outburst. Victoria's confident demeanor diminishes with a quick "whatever" before she hurried away.

"Thanks, babe. For sticking up for me," Warren sighed. You could tell that what Victoria said really hurt him.

"Of course, I'd do anything for you. I really do love you, Warren."

"Really? You do?" Warren questioned with wide eyes.

"Yes, you dork. I would never lie to you about that," Before Warren could say another word, you cupped his cheeks and kissed him.

Warren was tense, but he soon melted in the kiss.

"Now do you believe me?" Your forehead was resting against his.

"Of course I do," He grinned, back to his normal self, "now that that's over, wanna head to my dorm for a horror movie marathon?"

"You don't even need to ask."

God, you were just so smitten with this goofball.

[elliebean714]

☆What I write☆~

I write character x character, character x oc and character x reader.

♡Romantic♡, ◇Platonic◇, whatever.

Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Yandere, Poly Relationships, Character Reactions, Character Diary Entries, Light Nsfw, My Oc's, Female, Gender Neutral And Male Readers/Characters/Oc's

♡Gay♡ and ☆Not Gay☆

Headcanons, fics, one-shots, maybe Au's....

Fandoms I write for. (It's all games. I'm not sorry.)

Until Dawn~

Josh Washington

Chris Hartley

Ashley Brown

Sam Giddings

Mike Munroe

Jess Riley

Emily Davis

Matt Taylor

Beth Washington

Hannah Washington

The Quarry~

Jacob Custos

Emma Mountebank

Nick Furcillo

Abigail Blyg

Max Brinly

Laura Kearney

Kaitlyn Ka

Dylan Lenivy

Ryan Erzhalher

Travis Hackett

Chris Hackett

Bobby Hackett

Life is Strange~

Season 1~

Max Caulfield

Chloe Price

Warren Graham

Nathan Prescott

Victoria Chase

Kate Marsh

Mark Jefferson

Before The Storm~

Chloe Price

Rachel Amber

Steph Gingrich

Nathan Prescott

Samantha Myers

Season 2~

Sean Diaz

Daniel Diaz

Cassidy

Finn

True colours~

Alex Chen

Steph Gingrich

Ryan Lucan

Gabe Chen

Charlotte Harmon

Jason Pike

Five Nights at Freddy's~

FNaF 1 ~

Bonnie

Freddy

Chica

Foxy

Golden Freddy

FNaF 2~

Toy Bonnie

Toy Freddy

Toy Chica

Marionette

Mangle

Withered Bonnie

Withered Freddy

Withered Chica

Withered Foxy

FNaF 3~

Springtrap

FNaF Sister Location~

Circus Baby

Ballora

Funtime Freddy/Bon Bon

Funtime Foxy

Ennerd

Lolbit

FNaF Pizzeria Simulator~

Lefty

FNaF Security Breach~

Gregory

Glamrock Freddy

Montgomery Gator

Glamrock Chica

Roxanne Wolf

Sundrop

Moondrop

Vanny

Vannessa

Misc.~

William Afton

Michael Afton

Henry Emily

Note~ Unless specifically requested otherwise all animatronics will not have the children's souls inside them, if you want the soul inside the animatronic it will automatically be platonic (Springtrap is the exception)♡

Bioshock~

Bioshock 1~

Jack Wynand

Atlas

Frank Fontaine

Bridget Tenenbaum

The Little Sisters

The Big Daddies

Bioshock 2~

Subject Delta

Augustus Sinclair

Eleanor Lamb

Sophia Lamb

Grace Holloway

Stanley Poole

Gil Alexander

Mark Meltzer

The Big Sisters

Bioshock Infinite~

Elizabeth Comstalk

Booker DeWitt

Songbird

The Walking Dead: Telltale~

Season 1~

Lee Everett

Clementine

Kenny

Lily

Carley

Doug

Mark

Ben Paul

Christa

Omid

Season 2~

Clementine

Luke

Nick

Sarah

Kenny

Season 3~

Javi Garcia

Kate Garcia

Gabe Garcia

Clementine

Tripp

Jesus

Season 4~

Clementine

Violet

Louis

Mitch

AJ

Tenn

James

Lily

Minerva

Detroit: Become Human~

Connor

Hank

Kara

Alice

Luther

Ralph

Marcus

North

Simon

Josh

The Last Of Us~

Part 1~

Ellie

Joel

Tommy

Henry

Sam

Marlene

Riley

Part 2~

Ellie

Joel

Dina

Jesse

Tommy

Abby

Owen

Lev

Yara

Uncharted~

Drake's Fortune~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Among Thieves~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Chloe Frazer

Harry Flynn

Drake's Deception~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Chloe Frazer

Talbot

A Thieves End~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Sam Drake

Rafe Adler

Nadine Ross

Death Stranding~

Sam Porter Bridges

Higgs Monaghan

Fragile

Amelie Strand

Dr Heartman

Mama

Lockne

Deadman

Die-Hardman

Clifford Unger

Doki Doki Literature Club~

Monika

Sayori

Yuri

Natsuki

Obey Me!~

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Luke

Simeon

Solomon

Thirteen

☆Overall Note☆~ All Under 18 Characters Will Be Platonic, Unless Shipped With A Character/Oc Of The Same Age.♡

♡Protect the Children♡

◇What I won't write◇~

Heavy Nsfw

Non-Con/ Dub-Con

Pedophilia

Insest

Self Harm

Suicide

Big Age-Gap Relationships

Other people's oc's

Cheating (Except Comfort)

Send Requests, I'm Depressed💐

[lifeisstrangeshortstuff]

Headcanons: Victoria Chase Crushing on Fem!Reader

[Repost, after my blog was accidentally deleted] There are two ways this can go; crush on first sight, or crush on a friend. I’ll do crush at first sight, if you want the other, just send it in c:

Disclaimer: My personal interpretation, feel free to discuss it with me if there’s something you don’t agree with c: 

I personally feel like Victoria prefers guys, but I do think she can be attracted to girls. However, I do feel like she doesn’t want people to know that. Do you know girls who are like “Yeah but I don’t like her like that, I like her as a friend… I mean, I’m pretty sure I just want to be friends with her. I probably don’t have a crush on her - that would be weird. Gross. Like, ew, romantically holding hands with another girl? Taking her on dates? That’s so… gross…” 

I don’t think she’s internally homophobic, or would discriminate against people who are LGBT of her own volition. If the crowd seemed to be doing it, she would - her behaviour is born of insecurity, and she values her reputation - but I don’t think she’d feel good about it. 

She could possibly kiss another girl to tease others or at a party, but she’d never admit it if she actually thought the girl was beautiful, or legitimately attractive. 

When she first sees you, yes, you’re a pretty girl, but she’s used to passing it off as jealousy or just ‘aesthetic appreciation’. She’ll try to befriend you at first, but if you seem put off by her behaviour, clique or Vortex club, she’ll immediately turn on you - she doesn’t want to seem like a failure in front of her friends, and she wouldn’t approach you by herself, too nervous.

It’s not until you’re paired with her on a project where she actually starts to slowly crush on you.

She’ll deny this feeling for a long time, even if she can’t quite figure out why you make her blush or feel shy, or when you hang out with other people, it makes her jealous. She’ll pass it off as really wanting to be your friend, wanting to impress you. If Nathan sees your interactions and Victoria defending herself, he’ll smirk.

She’ll resist the urge to steal glances at you when you’re not looking, forcing herself to do anything but - open up her phone, stare at her work. 

However, when engaged in an active group conversation, she’ll look towards you more, especially if she puts out a joke - deep down inside, she’s looking for your approval. 

Speaking of which, she may drop one or two accomplishments, hoping you’ll notice - she wants you to praise her, and if you do, she’ll soak it up.

She’ll stay up late talking to you and be over at your dorm in a heartbeat if you need help, and she’ll tell herself ‘I’d do that for any close friend’. Sometimes she’ll wonder about what it’d be like to kiss you, or cuddle with you, or go on a date with you, but she’ll just tell herself that she’s curious. 

I mean, she is… technically… curious… B) 

She’ll only really face the fact she has a crush when you both are alone. It could be a late night in your dorms or just walking around. Messing around, laughing, gossiping, doing work, rambling, smoking a joint… She’s hyper-aware of the fact your thighs are brushing against each other, that she can feel your body warmth and how your smile brightens up the room. She can’t tell if you’re being flirty or friendly, but there’s a mutual tension between you two, although not unwelcome. There’s a lull in the conversation after a bout of laughter and she gets lost in your eyes, for what seems like the hundredth time… then she sees them flicker to her lips, then back to her again. 

She feels you lean in slightly, but she looks away and abruptly tries to leave, her eyes stinging. She doesn’t really know why it hurts to turn away, she’s done it before with guys who were drunk as hell, but she her face is burning, her heart is pounding and she’s confused. 

She won’t be able to sleep for a bit, her mind pacing over what happened. She likes a girl? She likes you? Did she just ruin her chances? What would people say? Did you hate her? Did you even mean to lean in? 

The next day, she avoids the hell out of you. She’s not immature enough to think that she can avoid you forever, but she knows she has to make a decision. She’s just unsure. No one knows what’s going on except, possibly, Nathan.

Nathan has bigger issues on his mind, so he’s probably not going to be able to give good advice. Nathan might give her a weird look or tease her when she first expresses that she has some feelings for you but ultimately wouldn’t judge her. 

She resolves to talk to you next week, but as it gets later, the more anxious she is. Her friends see this, but she ignores them when they ask what’s going on. 

She’s about to knock on your door when you open it, and the both of you are awkward. It’s a little painful because you’re both unused to being awkward around each other. 

You invite her into your room, and slowly, she explains her feelings.

“Please… don’t think I’m weird. And please don’t tell anyone…” 

The rest is up to you~

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◙ Just a sad bisexual chaos writing angst, fluff, and smut about my fav characters, actresses, and actors. You can always ask me anything at any time, 24/7 open for chatting and having a good time together, or I can hide the body, we can cry together as well

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◙ JJ Maybank (Character, Outer Banks)

◙ Pope Heyward (Character, Outer Banks)

◙ Rudy Pankow (Actor)

◙ Nailea Devora (Youtuber, Influencer)

◙ Madelyn Cline (Actress)

◙ Olivia Rodrigo (Actress, Singer)

◙ Alexa Demie (Actress, Singer)

◙ Sydney Sweeney (Actress)

◙ Victoria Pedretti (Actress)

◙ Peter Parker (Character, MCU, TASM saga, Sam Raimi's saga)

◙ Kate Bishop (Character, MCU)

◙ Yelena Belova (Character, MCU)

◙ Wanda Maximoff (Character, MCU)

◙ Druig (Character, MCU)

◙ Thena (Character, MCU)

◙ Ajak (Character, MCU)

◙ Sersi (Character, MCU)

◙ Matt Murdock (Character, MCU)

◙ Karen Page (Character, MCU)

◙ Robby Keene (Character, Cobra Kai)

◙ Tory Nichols (Character, Cobra Kai)

◙ Hawk / Eli Moskowitz (Character, Cobra Kai)

◙ Fezco (Character, Euphoria)

◙ Elliot (Character, Euphoria)

◙ Kat (Character, Euphoria)

◙ Maddy (Character, Euphoria)

◙ Cassie (Character, Euphoria)

◙ Lexi (Character, Euphoria)

◙ Adrian Chase (Character, Peacemaker)

◙ Emilia Harcourt (Character, Peacemaker)

◙ Bruce Wayne (Character, Matt Reeves' movie)

◙ Selina Kyle (Character, Matt Reeves' movie)

◙ Riddler (Character, Matt Reeves' movie)

◙ Jeff Winger (Character, Community)

◙ Annie Edison (Character, Community)

◙ Troy Barnes (Character, Community)

◙ Abed Nadir (Character, Community)

◙ Ethan Landry (Character, Scream franchise)

◙ Tara Carpenter (Character, Scream franchise)

◙ Amber Freeman (Character, Scream franchise)

◙ Chad Meeks-Martin (Character, Scream franchise)

◙ Lando Norris (McLaren driver)

◙ Oscar Piastri (McLaren driver)

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The Other Redhead | Riley Biers | Part 1

Masterlist   Part 2 here

Pairing: Riley Biers x female!reader (Victoria’s sister)

I don’t own any of the characters/plots from Twilight, that all belongs to Stephenie Meyer & Summit Entertainment

Warnings: angst, profanity, mentions of death. 

Prompt: The day Edward first saw Victoria on the baseball field, he saw a glimpse into her past. There, he saw a woman with fiery red hair similar to hers and memories indicating how close the woman is to Victoria. With the threat of her newborn army on the rise heading straight for him and Bella, Edward takes the risk of seeking out the woman in the flashbacks he remembered the year prior in hope she could be the one to stop Victoria on her path for vengeance. Little did they know, things were going to become more complicated when the two face off for the first time in almost a century, and the discovery that Victoria’s prized second in command Riley, is the one the woman has been waiting for all her life.

Word count: 1222

“How did you find me?”

“You weren’t hard to locate?”

“You said your name is Edward, yes? Well Edward, I find that hard to believe. I’ve hiding from my sister and her sadistic tracker of a mate for almost a century and have been very good at staying hidden. So how is it you, a mere mind reader after seeing me in her thoughts one time, managed to track me down within a few days after remembering said memory? You had to have had help, and I want to know how you did, why you did it, and what does my sister have to do with it.” 

“To answer your first question, my sister can see things as one would say. See the decision of those before it is made. I asked her to see where you would go next, and she was able to see you here in Miami. For the second question, the simplest answer is I need your help, and I need it now. You sister is after me and my human mate, Bella, wanting to kill her as revenge for me killing James--.”

“You killed James,” a scoff followed by a chuckle, “How the hell did you manage to beat him at his own game?”

“It’s a long story...”

“An unpleasant one I assume. Let me take a guess, having been around him and fallen victim to his game before, James was tracking your mate and instead of just turning her so he wouldn’t desire her blood anymore, you kept her human and it led to a wild chase of cat and mouse with a fight between the two of you. I don’t believe for a second you were the only one involved in killing him, James was one tough son of bitch, you had to have help.” He only nodded to confirm. “Wow, I have to say I’m impressed. Good riddance to him though.”

“Your sister is creating an army of newborns not far from where my family and mate resides,” his voice had an edge to it, indicating how serious the situation was, “We don’t have much time before they head for us.”

“And what is it you need me for, Edward?” her brows narrowed at the vampire before her suspiciously, but she already knew the answer, “You have a family with strong members, you have siblings with gifts and you also tell me a wolf pack has also come to your aid. Why did you travel all this way to find me, when you know of the history her and I have. My sister is no longer my sister, she made that choice when she decided to go with James and leave me alone. To play along with his sick games which has had me on the run for decades. I have been hiding from her for a reason, and you expect me to just drop everything and help you? I don’t even know you.”

“I know you’ve been running from her for years, but James is gone and can’t influence her anymore,” his voice was soft, “I saw in her mind the memories of you when she laid eyes on my family, she missed you although she would never admit it because she knew James would try to find you again. If you can try to convince her that avenging him is not the answer, then maybe she will put aside her anger and stop herself from getting killed.” Edward took a step forward, but not too close so he didn’t invade her personal space, “I understand your resentment for her, but Y/N she is your sister. Deep down I know you still care for her. While you stand there and say all this, your mind says other things. You want to see her.”

“You don’t know what I want!!” The scream shook the room, the glass cups shattering around her causing Edward to step back. “Stay out of my head, Cullen,” she hissed, “Or I’ll rip your arms apart with a simple thought.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “I didn’t mean to offend you.” When it appeared she had calmed down he stepped forward again, but her face remained hard so he mentally noted not to anger her again. “Please, Y/N. I wouldn’t be asking you for this if I didn’t believe you wouldn’t be able to get through to her. I wouldn’t have came all this way if my sister said there was no chance you would agree.” This made her face soften a bit, thought she kept her eyes narrowed on him but Edward felt a sting of hope.

“So you’re telling me your sister, the one who can see the outcome of decisions, has already seen me agreeing to help you? How is that a fair chance of choice if the answer has already been decided.”

“Alice didn’t see you agree, she only saw this conversation happening and there was a strong chance you would. There is still a chance you will say no, but I’m here to convince you to say yes and help us against your sister. Stop her from consuming herself with revenge so she isn’t killed.” 

The woman stood silent, moving to overlook the balcony where the Miami nightlife was in full swing. Edward waited patiently, listening to her thoughts and feeling more hopeful while she contemplated. The thoughts leaning toward his favor.

“I’ve been on the run from Victoria for almost a century, Edward,” the tone Y/N spoke with was solemn, as though she were in mourn, “I tried to get her away from James when I saw him for what he was. I had the feeling he would only bring her to her downfall and told her she was blind for her love for him. That he didn’t care for her in the way she did for him. But she was naive, and stupid.” She spat, eyes closing as the painful memory played in her head, “She betrayed me, Edward. She stood by his side, even following him when he decided to track me and kill me after she told him what I said. Her own sister. She played his game with him knowing the outcome would be me dead if he got to me, and she did nothing.” 

She spun around to him, face full of pain an sadness, “She didn’t listen to me the first time, what makes you think she will listen to me this time around?” There was a pause, her moving toward the mind reader until she was directly in front of him, “What do I have to gain by facing her after all these years?” 

“Like I said, James isn’t here anymore. He can’t control her or her decisions. The urge for revenge is consuming her, making her irrational and think she’s doing herself a favor by creating this army to kill Bella and I. If you can convince her otherwise then there is a chance for you two to make amends, have your sister back.”

“And if I can’t?” There was silence from the man while he listened intently to her mind. When a certain thought popped into her head, well aware he was listening, Edward had to bite back the smirk trying to make its way onto his face.

“Then you get your revenge.” 

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Nathan Prescott x Female!reader (The Sketchbook incident)

Request: I had this idea for a Nathan Prescott and female reader imagine where he’s secretly her muse and she drawing him every day in her sketchbook but one day he sees and destroys her sketchbook and she gets so upset she stops drawing and he feels bad and realizes how special it was to her and buys her a new one Sorry if that long, it’s my first time Also love your writing <3

Fandom: Life is strange

Genre: Mix of Angst and fluff (Happy ending)

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Rough sketches, pencil marks, pen and an assortment of colors rubbed onto her fingers and arms as she shaded in a certain area of the model, of her picture of Nathan. As an artist, (y/n) needed a muse and without his knowledge, she had chosen Nathan Prescott to be it. She didn’t know how he’d react if he even found out. Would he be embarrassed? Angry?

Who knew?

(y/n) grunted in an effort as she finally finished shading the base of Nathan’s neck in her beloved sketchbook. The book itself had been used and filled up to the brim with photographs and sketches of the school, her friends but most importantly, of Nathan.

The two didn’t talk very often, but she saw how soft he could actually be; in the little moments, he let his facade vanish. She wanted to be closer to him, but… How do you approach a person like that? Not to mention, that he had a reputation for going too far.

(y/n) pulled herself away from the sketch, glancing around at the yard to admire everyone enjoying life peacefully.

Max was talking to a few people as always, being a bit nosy, but nice. Evan was taking pictures, Warren was probably watching another weird movie of his in his dorm. Everything was pretty normal except for Nathan Prescott storming up to (y/n) with rage-filled eyes and clenched fists. He was angry, anybody within 50 feet of his could see that. He was too obvious with his anger, didn’t even try to hide it.

(Y/n) gave a polite smile to the obviously Pissed off Prescott, nervous about what he might say or do. He could be a bit unpredictable. He stopped in front of her, glaring at the large sketchbook in her hands.

“Good morning Nathan. Lovely day, isn’t it?” (y/n) asked. 

Nathan only continued to glare harshly, the students in the surrounding area began to stare In curiosity.

No one dared to say a word, they didn’t want the wrath of Nathan directed toward them.

He dug a hand into his pocket to fish out his phone, he found the photo that could be the cause of his anger of the day and shoved it into (y/n’s) face. It took her a moment to realize that the photograph was of one of her drawings of Nathan.

And she knew exactly how it got onto the web. Victoria Chase.

“What the fuck is this?” He asked, anger seethed into his words.

(y/n) nervously laughed but soon stared up at his eyes. Those gorgeous blue eyes and that pretty dirty blonde hair wasn’t helping. It was the perfect combination. There didn’t need to be a reason as to why she liked to draw him so much, the pretty face and different expressions he used in day-to-day life were amazing. So was he. (y/n) wanted to find a way to tell him that she actually liked him but knowing Nathan, she wasn’t sure if he would recuperate her feelings.

“Um, a drawing of you that I made… Nathan, I’m sorry. I showed it to Victoria, I didn’t know that she took a picture and posted it online,” She confessed. 

The taller boy slowly pocketed his phone before he grabbed the sketchbook out of (y/n)’s nimble fingers. 

“Wait, what are you doing?” (y/n) asked, panic seeped into her chest.

Nathan tossed the sketchbook into the trash can before lighting a match, (y/n) stood up quickly knowing what he was going to do. (y/n) rushed to him, trying to grab the match out of his hand but failing in the end as he dropped it into the trash can watching the sketchbook go up in flames.

The students surrounding (y/n), stared at her with empathy but didn’t say a word. Nathan slowly turned to (y/n), crossing his arms over his chest. He still looked angry, even after destroying the one thing that (y/n) held precious.

“I’m not your subject to use,” Nathan growled.

Nathan glanced into (y/n)’s eyes just in time to see her tears building up and drip from the pools in her eyes. Nathan felt a strike go through his heart, guilt. An ugly emotion that he felt all too often, but now toward (y/n)? Someone who was actually nice to him no matter what other people told her?

He clenched his jaw in anger, this time toward himself. He watched as (y/n) slowly turned around and walked into the dormitory building, needing to be alone for a while. He made her cry. Nathan Prescott made (y/n) cry. He messed up, big time. Was there even a way to fix what he broke?

The group surrounding Nathan slowly disbanded, not wanting his anger to blow up again in such a short period of time. 

Nathan was left alone with his thoughts, he ran a hand over his face and picked up his phone as it rang. Victoria. Fuck, what was he supposed to say?

“Hey,” Nathan whispered, his voice hoarse. 

Nathan slowly trudged back to his own dorm, he had thinking to do indeed. How was he going to make this up?

“Nathan, what the hell happened? Did you burn her sketchbook? I told you to go talk to her. There are videos all over social media… The comments are brutal,” Victoria said. 

Nathan barreled into his room and sat on his bed, running a hand through his hair to tangle it lightly. He didn’t know what he was thinking. If he was thinking at all during that moment. The sketchbook that he burned… sketchbook, maybe he could try to make it up by buying her another one? It was a start…

Nathan and Victoria conversed over his previous actions and how he could fix them while (y/n) on the other side of the dormitory building, stared out the window, wanting to fly away to get away from these gross feelings. Even after what happened, she still liked him. Anybody that found out about her feelings would call her insane. She had no will to draw anymore, what was the point if her own muse didn’t want to be drawn? Right?

She fumbled with her fingers lightly before glancing at her watch, great. She had physics in 10 minutes, at least she wouldn’t have to worry about art for a while now. She slowly grabbed the bag she threw onto the ground and slowly left the dormitory building, hesitantly. If it were her choice, she’d stay in her dorm all day, but she didn’t.

She slowly trudged into the academic building and into her class, wait. No. Nathan was in this class as well, how did she not realize that sooner? (y/n) ignored Nathan’s pleading stare and sat next to Victoria, hoping for some peace and quiet before class started.

“He feels awful you know. I know what he did was terrible but–” (y/n) shrugged her shoulders, cutting off Victoria’s plea.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m done,” (y/n) whispered. 

Victoria glanced to Nathan, giving him a pity look before turning her attention to the front of the class as it finally began. Maybe she and Nathan could try again later.

The class was boring and dull. All Nathan could think about was how to make it up to (y/n). For over a year now he had been trying to get closer to her but each time he talked, everything just blew up in his face. 

The bell for the end of class finally rung, Nathan quickly shoved all of his things into his bag before trying to talk to (y/n). She was almost out the door now. So close. Nathan maneuvered to be right in front of her, using his arms to block her from leaving before talking to her.

“Wait, just stop for a second. Look, I feel real–” Nathan spoke, regret spilled from his lips. 

(y/n) glanced around the room for a moment before ducking under one of his arms and leaving, using his height to her advantage. Nathan blinked for a few moments before leaving the classroom and trying to find a sight of her but (y/n) had quickly disappeared into the crowd of rowdy teenagers. 

“Fuck,” Nathan whispered to himself. 

The crowd slowly began to disperse as teenagers found their next class or left the building but there was still no sign of (y/n) anywhere. Nathan groaned and slowly walked back to his dorm to try to figure a way to talk to (y/n).

(y/n) on the other hand, was holding her breath as she watched Nathan walk past her hiding spot and to the dormitory building. She stood out of the spot and started to walk to her own dorm when she bumped into Kate Marsh, she was an absolute sweetheart.

“Hey, (y/n). I heard about what happened. Are you alright?” Kate asked.

(y/n) brushed her hair back stressfully, she didn’t even know where to begin in what was wrong at the moment. So many things. Too little time.

“Yeah, I just… I didn’t expect him to do that. I’m kind of thinking of giving up drawing,” (y/n) mentioned. 

Kate’s eyes widened slightly but that didn’t stop her from pulling a brand new sketchbook from behind her back. (y/n) was slow to grab the item, she had been thinking about not going to Blackwell anymore because of what happened.

“Well, in case you want to pick it up again. You can use that. Okay? Maybe things will turn out alright?” Kate offered.

(y/n) gave Kate a genuine smile before gesturing to the dorms, “I’m gonna head to my room for the night. I’ll see you later.” 

Kate stepped out of the way and watched as (Y/n) carried the sketchbook naturally and quickly walked to her dormitory. But what she didn’t know was that all of the girls in the dormitory building had a little surprise in store for her.

(y/n) rubbed her eyes tiredly and walked through the main door of the dormitory to see all of the girls crowding the hallway bearing gifts of the art variety; sketchbooks, pencils, markers, etc. She jumped back lightly at the picture in front of her.

“Um, hey?” (y/n) asked akwardly.

Max was the first to walk out and grab one of (y/n)’s hands, guiding her to the center of the hallway to talk to everyone. (y/n) wasn’t normally very social but with the girls that live in the same building as her? Quite close.

“The video of Nathan burning your sketchbook is everywhere… we just wanted to do something nice for you,” Max said. 

(y/n) smiled gratefully and took more sketchbooks from her neighbors. She knew that they were only trying to help but how could someone draw if their muse didn’t want to be a muse? It was difficult to find someone else.

Max grabbed half of the gifts from all of the girls and followed (y/n) into her dorm to put all of the gifts on her desk. She didn’t know if she’d even fill these out at all considering that her will to draw was drained because of what Nathan did…

“Oh, I get it… Nathan was your muse…” Max set everything down, taking a seat on (y/n)’s bed before continuing with her thought, “That’s why you’re not drawing… he gave you the will to draw…” Max gave her friend one last smile before approaching the exit of the dorm. “Oh, before I forget, Warren had something to talk to you about. He’s In his dorm.”

(Y/n) stared at all of the art supplies given to her a few short minutes ago. It was stacked high on the desk, about to topple over. She was happy that her friends cared so much.

Without much thought, (y/n) walked to the boys’ dormitory building to visit a friend. Hopefully, she wouldn’t run into Nathan. She just needed to be careful.

(y/n) walked through the main door to the dormitory building and made a beeline for Warren’s room, she didn’t even bother with knocking on the sophomore’s door and just let herself in. She didn’t want to be caught by Nathan again. She was not ready to face him.

“Warren? Max, said you wanted to see me?” (y/n) called out.

The younger student quickly popped out of his desk chair and strolled up to (y/n), arms spread out for a bear hug. He was the most touchy of the group of friends she had, which was perfectly fine. (y/n) gave him a soft smile before slowly closing the gap and letting him hold her fragile form.

“Everyone said you were having a hard time and then Nathan… I’m sorry. Maybe everything will be better soon?” Warren apologized sympathetically.

(y/n) could only shrug lightly before slowly pulling away, letting herself become comfortable in the small room. But the thought of being in the boy’s dormitory, where Nathan lived, was peaking from the back of her mind. Warren stepped out of her space for a moment before grabbing a pack of oil paints from his desk and slowly handing them to (y/n); cautious to not scare her. 

“I got you something, you said that you’ve been wanting to try oil paint for a while now, right?” Warren said.

Though, she wasn’t sure when or if she’d be able to draw again, she appreciates the kind gesture. (y/n) slowly slipped the paints into her bag for safekeeping as she slowly gave Warren a small smile.

“Thanks, Warren… I think I’m gonna head back to my dorm… Sleep everything off. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

The younger classmate only nodded lightly and watched as (y/n) slowly walked out of the room to hide away for the rest of the evening. The events of the day were hectic and cruel, all she wanted to do was sleep it off and hope that the morning would be better.

(y/n) peaked around the hallway for a few moments before deciding that it was safe and leaving Warren’s room before heading toward the main entrance of the Dorm building, wanting to find her own dorm before Nathan caught onto the fact that she was even in the same building as him. 

She breathed a small sigh of relief as she slowly started to pass the last dorm room and reached a hand out for the door when a pair of hands reached out from the last dorm and grabbed (y/n) to pull her inside.

(y/n) started thrashing in the arms of her unknown attacker as they placed a hand over her mouth so she couldn’t scream out for help. (y/n) stiffened as an exhale slowly reached her ear, causing her to shiver and listen closely.

“Stop squirming, It’s just me.” 

(y/n) roughly shoved Nathan away and faced him, her back pressed against the door. She stared up at him with a confused stare, why did he basically kidnap her? What for? He was fidgeting with his fingers nervously, he was scared to what will come next.

Her eyes were red and puffy from crying all day. The last thing she wanted to do was face the cause of her sorrow. Nathan Prescott, prestigious figure of Blackwell Academy… he was flustered by her mere appearance. He felt guilty about what happened this morning, he felt lower than low. To make it up to (y/n), Nathan wanted to get something for her… all she needed to do was open it.

“What do you want, Nathan? I should get back to my dorm, it’s late,” (y/n) said resentfully.  

It was not late, but everyone knew that (y/n) usually liked to return to her dorm after school and relax instead of partying like all of the other kids on campus.

Nathan took a step back to grab a wrapped box before presenting it to (y/n), a red hue was covering his features. He had never really apologized to someone, this was a first for him. Luckily, it was in the comfort of his own room and not the courtyard for everyone to see… again.

“Open it, please. This is my way of saying sorry… I… wasn’t thinking… I can be reckless and irritable…” He apologized.

(y/n) stared up at Nathan with an unknown look, she was not sure if she should take the gift. It could be anything, right? But Nathan didn’t go around giving just anybody random gifts… Maybe he really just wanted to try to redeem himself?

(y/n) ran a quick hand through her hair before making the mistake of glancing into Nathan’s eyes for a split second. His gaze was soft and pleading as he held the gift in his hands, his breath shaking only in the slightest from the nervousness of being near (y/n) once again; so soon.

“Fine… But if this is a joke–” (y/n) started to threaten but Nathan cut her off by carefully handing the recklessly wrapped gift into (y/n)’s paint-covered hands, their fingers brushed together lightly. The action quickly sent jolts of electricity through her and Nathan’s veins but neither person said a word about what they felt, too scared.

“It’s not. Promise. Open it,” Nathan said. 

(y/n) sighed lightly but gave him a half-smile before slowly opening the present before her hands run over the cover of a brand new sketchbook. Did he buy her a new sketchbook? She slowly let the wrapping paper fall to the floor so she could look at the sketchbook as whole, quickly glancing through the paper and the little accessories attached to it. (y/n) didn’t say a word as she discovered the feeling of the new gift. 

“I was angry and scared… Not about you or anything you did or said… I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I would never dream of doing that,” Nathan apologized.

(y/n)’s smile brightened as she realized that this was the sketchbook that she had been eyeballing for months now. She wasn’t able to buy it because it was far out of her price range for a sketchbook, but this one was special. It even came with pockets and sketching pencils. She glanced up and slowly placed the sketchbook onto his desk to grab both of his hands in her gentle grip.

“Nathan… I-” He was quick to cut her off, paranoid that she was going to yell at him like just about everyone in his life did. He was too used to it by now.

“I know that this will never replace what I did to your last sketchbook and I didn’t realize that I was your… Your muse. But I’m hoping that this will be a star–” 

(y/n) reached her hands up to grab Nathan’s face to slam her lips onto his, surprising him surely. Nathan flailed his arms for a few moments before deciding to rest his hands; one on the door next to (y/n)’s head and the other tangled in her hair. Nathan slowly relaxed into the motions, pressing his body closer to (y/n)’s.

Nathan tugged on (y/n)’s hair as he deepened the kiss, eliciting a soft moan from (y/n)’s lips. Before Nathan could ponder on the small action further, she bit down on his bottom lip. She wanted him to know how long she had been wanting this kiss to happen.

Nathan felt the same way, but before things could escalate, (y/n) softly slid her hands from Nathan’s face down to his chest to lightly push him away. She didn’t want things to go too far tonight.

“I forgive you… I was never angry at you for what you did, just sad. It hurt to see my muse destroy my work but maybe you can help me?” (y/n) asked.

Nathan didn’t say a word as he launched himself to his bed, propping his head up with one of his hands as he brought one of his knees up; turning to the side to face (Y/n). a small smirk ignited his face as he says the simple line that made (y/n) burst out laughing.

“Draw me like one of your french girls.”

(y/n) ignored her phone as it lit up with a few texts from Warren and Max, both worried. But she couldn’t be bothered with the sweet scene in front of her.

Maybe everything would be okay?

(y/n) glanced up from her sketchbook to get a quick glance, the growing confidence in him caused Nathan to send a small smile her way.

Yep, everything was going to turn out okay. Her muse was still hers, this time with his knowledge.

Nathan liked the idea of being a muse, it felt foreign but fitting.

[stanathanxoox]

Wolf Royalty

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Anonymous said:

Heya, could you do a Carlisle x wolf reader where she’s travels with a vampire and they are like family and they trespass on the Cullens territory, after some talking R imprints on Carlisle and he offers them to stay to get to know them more and one day they all meet the wolves to discuss things and one of sams pack go to hurt one of the Cullens and R steps forward and stops them, it turns out she’s a defendant form an old clan meaning she’s technically royalty and she guards Carlisle carefully

As you and your close friend Nicholas, a vampire you had met whilst searching for answers of the tribe you had once been a part of, cross the border into Forks Washington, you feel the hair on the back of your neck rise. You're in town for 48 hours and you constantly feel eyes on you and Nicholas, it was unnerving for the both of you. On the third day, you leave the hotel room you had been staying in when the two of you decided to go on a hunt. You didn't need to hunt for blood but you usually went with Nicholas to keep your skills up, and getting a chance to track and run after different animals in a little competition that you and Nicholas had was a great challenge. You enter a clearing at the top of one of the mountains when you there is a change in the air, another sickly sweet smell surrounds you and before you know it you are surrounded, Nicholas is nowhere in sight.

“Who are you? What are you doing trespassing on our lands?” one of them asks and you whimper, being in your wolf form you cannot communicate. When you don't answer and no one else speaks you let out a small howl. A warning to Nicholas. Within seconds, Nicholas is by your side and he tries to explain the situation to the group surrounding you. Eventually they explain to you about the treaty they have with the Quillette wolves and you look to Nicholas, you had heard rumours of these wolfs, you whimper and he nods

“Do you think there is a possibility we may get to speak with these wolfs? My friend here has questions she would like to ask them” they look between you and Nicholas before another vampire enters the clearing when he does you instantly feel your world shift, your heart picks up speed and you see a future where the two of you are together, him protecting you and you him. You shake, you'd heard of imprinting, it was how your parents had fallen in love with one another and how they had had you, you had thought that you were never going to get your chance to imprint as you'd always been unlucky in love.

“We would have to find a way to talk with Sam and the others, but with Victoria still hunting Bella it will be hard to get them to discuss anything civilly” the man says and you listen to him, eyes never leaving his form.

“Whatever it takes, it will be much appreciated” Nicholas says and you nod, agreeing with your friend. You watch as one of the members of the vampires surrounding you leans over and whispers into the ear of the man who had just entered the coven.

As Nicholas converses with the vampires, you notice the vampire you had imprinted on keeps looking at you, a look of concern and curiosity on his face. He makes his way to your side and meets your gaze, you can see his amber eyes clear as day up this close.

“I'm Carlisle Cullen, this is my family. Children that I created myself, most of them at least” he pauses as his gaze flickers to two other members of his coven before meeting your gaze again

“Edward here has the ability to read minds, he had quite the shock when he read your mind just minutes before Miss” you whimper as he stares deeply into your eyes, he holds out his hand to you and at first, you look between him and his hand before nuzzling into it.

“What happened Edward?” one of the other vampires looks at the man who is standing at the back of the circle, his eyes on you and Carlisle

“Y/N imprinted on Carlisle when he entered the clearing” he says and everyone turns there gaze on you.

“Are you serious Y/N?” Nicholas asks and you look over at your friend and whimper, trying to tell him that it hadn't been intentional. He looks deep in your eyes before looking at Carlisle, seeing the care he's showing towards you and he sighs

“Surely your not going to do anything with her Carlisle! What about Esme?” one of the female vampires asks and Carlisle looks over his shoulder at her

“Just because Y/N has imprinted on me doesn't mean it has to be romantic Rosalie” Carlisle says, and you nod, Carlisle turns back to you and Nicholas a gentle smile on his face, his hand never leaving your fur

“How about you come back to our house? Get yourselves cleaned, and then we can discuss things properly” he says and you look to Nicholas who is looking at the other vampires, when he meets your gaze he nods

“Alright, we'll follow you” Nicholas says.

When you arrive at the Cullen house, you're greeted by a beautiful female standing in the entranceway, Carlisle races up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist before whispering in her ear before they both turn to you, smiles on their faces

“It's nice to meet you both. I'm Esme. Come inside Y/N. I can have some clothes ready for you after you have a quick shower” she says and you nod, following her into the house. Once your alone, you change back into your human form before showering and changing into the clothes that Esme had left. Making your way into the hallway you're greeted by Carlisle whose been waiting for you. He sends you a gentle smile and you smile nervously at him

“I'm sorry for making things awkward. I didn't mean to imprint on you” you apologise and he chuckles

“It's quite alright Y/N. I just want you to know that I love my wife, but I will do whatever I can do to make sure that you are safe” he says and you nod, you had expected as much.

“That's fine Carlisle. And I promise you the same thing”.

You stay at the Cullen house for a couple of weeks, learning more about their coven and about the treaty that they share with the Quilettes. You and Nicholas would even go on their hunts for the red-headed vampire that was going after Edward's human. It was out on one of those hunts that you finally get to meet the Quilettes. You're running through the forest on the Cullen's side of the border when you can hear barking and lots of howling, you turn your head and see the wolves on the other side of the river. You can hear their voices in your head and it disorientates you from what your doing, all their questions and the harshness of their questions disorientate you “Who is she?”, “What is she doing with them?” they ask. You shake your head trying to rid yourself of the malice in their thoughts before picking up speed as you continue your chase on the redhead. You’re so distracted however that you accidentally barrel straight into Carlisle who had just managed to stop himself after the redhead had jumped across the border of the treaty line. You whine as you watch Carlisle fly into the riverbank on the other side, you race down the cliff face to meet him not caring about what's happening or the warning you get from the others. Whilst most of the other wolves had left to chase the redhead, three remain behind growling and snarling, not at you but at Carlisle who has only now gotten back on his feet. Nudging him behind you, you look up at them and growl fiercely at them, feeling a surge of protectiveness and hatred towards these wolves. You can hear their thoughts

“She imprinted on a vampire? That's horrendous. Sam we've got to do something” one of the wolfs says

“How dare you?”

“That's traitorous to our kind, our sworn enemy”

“Quiet Embry, Quill. I don't like it either, but we need answers from her” the leader a completely black wolf says before turning to you and asking

“You there, where have you come from and why are you siding with the vampires?” he asks a glare in his eyes, you feel a sudden rage, a shifting in your body, one that you hadn't even expected when conversing with a fellow wolf. As you stare at the wolf, he begins to shrink or you begin to grow or something and you scratch your foot along the ground as you let out a warning, your blood running fast and hot through your veins.

“It can't be?” one of the wolves say and you whine confused

“A descendant of the first wolves, the mother wolves before the Quilettes?” Sam whimpers, bowing his head towards you, the other two vampires do the same before they look up at you

“I guess we shall be taking our leave of you now” Sam says. When the wolves retreat you turn back around and look at Carlisle before looking back up at the others who are watching you.

“Is everything okay Y/N?” Carlisle asks, reaching and resting his hand on your muzzle, giving it a little scratch, you lean into his touch before you look up at Nicholas, he seems to understand and says

“How about we head back to your house and Y/N can explain”. You nod and the others seem to agree.

Once you're showered and changed, you make your way into the lounge and walk over to Carlisle who is sitting next to Esme on the couch.

“I apologise for pushing you into their territory. I was distracted by their thoughts” you say and he looks up at you and smiles, reaching out for your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze

“It's quite alright Y/N. Thank you for standing up for me” he says and you give a small smile, a slight blush on your cheeks

“You're welcome”. You turn around before making your way into the middle of the lounge, all eyes on you as they wait for you to explain what happened whilst you had been conversing with the wolves. You take a deep breath trying to steady your breathing

“Come on Y/N, you can tell us” Carlisle says encouragingly, you look at him and smile, giving a slight nod before looking at the others again

“After I accidentally ran into Carlisle and pushed him into their territory the wolves seemed to go into a frenzy, their thoughts were not friendly towards Carlisle because of me imprinting on him I had to protect him. A wolves absolute law is that once someone imprints on another no matter who they are they cannot touch them. This seemed to anger them more, they kept on asking me questions and when Sam asked me questions I couldn't just let them get away with talking to me like that, I felt this shift in my body, deep hot blood surged through my veins and suddenly they were bowing to me and calling me the mother of wolves, saying I was a descendant of the wolves from before the Quilette's”

“Wow, so your like wolf royalty?” Emmett asks and you look to him seeing the goofy grin on his face and you chuckle

“I guess you could say that” you say and you chuckle as he fist bumps the air and does a small bow

“Your highness,” he says with the most pompous English accent he can muster, the others all chuckle but Rosalie just rolls her eyes.

“So now what? How are you going to get your answers from the Quilette's now?” Nicholas asks and you look to him

“I have no idea, Nick, maybe there is some good to come from this supposed royalty thing” you say and he looks at you, a little unsure before he shrugs.

“Whatever you say Y/N” he says before turning around and walking out of the room. You want to follow him and ask him what's wrong when you hear Carlisle ask you a question, torn between your closest friend and your mate you look over at Carlisle and give a small smile before heading off to find Nicholas.

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[almostrealdudes]

Pale Blue Glimpses

A/N: finally, there it is, the thing no one asked for, a long-ass piece for Nathan Prescott. Yes, this has an original female character, I’m kind of over people ignoring any writing that does not address them in the second person. A character with a name and some backstory feels more wholesome, so please, don’t scroll down just because it’s not a reader insert. Pairing: Nathan Prescott x Sophia Hughes(OC) Warnings: Mentions of anorexia, mentions of bruises and scratches, mentions of blood Word count: 7,6k (strap the f in)

Sophia could sense Victoria’s predatory look even from across the classroom, right after stepping inside. Chase was chatting with Nathan, leaning against one of the desks but stopped herself mid-sentence, seeing the girl approach them.

“Oh, look, it’s the dancing queen, I’m quaking. The fuck you want, Spandex?”

Sophie rolled her eyes and ignored the vile comment, only gripping onto the strip of her bag a little tighter.

“I need to talk to Nathan,” she said firmly, looking at him, trying her best to avoid Victoria’s glare.

“Tough shit. Can’t you see I’m talking to him? If you have something to say, do so now or stay silent forever.”

“Nate?” Sophia didn’t move her gaze off the boy, who was remaining silent this entire conversation, his arms crossed and his gaze somewhere on the floor. Hearing a call of his name made him finally raise his head and look at Sophia’s face. She stared at him with hope, her eyes begging him to be the better person and step outside. Just for a moment.

“What is it, Hughes,” he said, his voice small, as he immediately looked away. Sophia frowned. Is that how it was? Last name basis?

“Okay. I just wanted to say—I got accepted.” She reached into her back pocket and fetched a white envelope with a swan print on it. “To Somerset. I leave at the end of the month.”

Just as Sophia saw Nathan’s face change, she looked down at the charms hanging from her bag, biting on her lower lip. Making the last effort, she looked up, seeing Nathan’s pained expression he was trying to disguise with indifference.

“Oh my god, Hughes,” Victoria was first to break the silence, rolling her eyes, “what the fuck ever, no one cares, you can scram to whatever shithole you got accepted into, just stop wasting any more of my time.”

“Bye, Nathan,” said Sophia quietly, making wobbly steps back and leaving the classroom. She heard him call out her name, but his voice was quickly cut off by the shutting door. She didn’t want to listen to him anymore. To hear him. What was supposed to be a tough decision turned into a binary question with an obvious answer. She would leave the abomination that was Arcadia Bay. Nothing was holding her back. Not anymore.

***

Sophia met Nathan for the first time near the Blackwell fountain. Right at it, to be specific. Not that she hasn’t seen him before, but before the fountain, they never really talked to each other. He was sitting on its edge, looking at his severely scratched palm. She was about to leave school when she heard him whimper quietly. He was shivering, his posture shrunken and small. Sophia immediately stopped and made a 180 turn and quickly approached Nathan.

“Fucking jocks,” she assumed, putting her bag down and sitting next to him. By the way he shrugged his shoulders Sophia found herself to be correct. She softly reached for his palm and tried to take a closer look, but Nathan yanked his hand out and pressed it to his chest protectively.

“I don’t need your help,” he hissed, tensing up.

“You don’t need an infection either.” Sophia reached into her bag and took out bandages and rubbing alcohol. “Please, may I?”

He watched her for a few seconds, doubt and hurt in his eyes. His wounded hand was clenched into a fist, probably hurting him even more, but his self-preserving instincts took control over his body, making him try and move away from Sophia as much as possible. She had to be patient: he was like a wounded animal, aggressive out fear to be hurt again.

“Please,” she repeated.

Slowly, but with caution, Nathan unclenched his fist, revealing his palm, covered in blood and scratches. Sophia nodded in gratitude and opened the alcohol bottle.

“This will burn,” she warned him, holding his hand softly by the wrist. “What did they do?” As she asked him the question, she spilled some of the liquid onto the grazes.

“They—ah,” Nathan winced, his arm stiffening again, “they pushed me.”

“Assholes,” Sophia whispered, beginning to wrap his hand in bandages. Poor guy. The amount of pressure he was under was a lot to handle already, but the bullying too? She couldn’t imagine how Nathan felt every day, going to Blackwell, constantly being a target, never safe. “Why?”

“Cause I’m Nathan Prescott?”

Sophia looked up in distress, examining Nathan, who was looking down at his palm, hiding his gaze. She bit her lips, desperately wanting to say something but not finding the right words to express her feelings. She didn’t want to pity him. Nathan hated being in this situation already, showing weakness and getting help, Sophia didn’t want to make him feel worse. That way, the conversation died down, and the girl finished her treatment in silence. When she was done, she gently patted the boy’s palm, wrapping the excessive bandages back into a roll.

“You’re good. Don’t mention it,” she smirked.

“Why do you carry a first aid kit anyway?”

“It’s for my feet,” she explained. Seeing Nathan’s confused expression, her smile grew in size. “I do ballet. There’s always a scratch to treat.”

“I didn’t know there were ballet classes in Blackwell.”

“There aren’t. I’m doing private lessons, with my mom. After class.”

“Aren’t you late then?”

Sophia gasped and looked at her phone screen.

“Fuck, I gotta run!”

She zipped her bag shut and jumped up, getting back onto her way to the exit gate. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“You don’t have to,” he said, lowering his gaze.

“I want to,” she said determinedly. “Besides, I’ll need to check how your hand is healing. And Nathan?”

The sound of his name made the boy raise his head again and look at Sophia with uncertainty.

“There’s nothing wrong in being you.”

He sighed through his nose, pursing the corners of his lips not in a smile, but in an appreciative motion.

“Thank you,” he raised his bandaged hand lightly, “uh—”

“Sophia. Sophia Hughes.”

“Thank you, Sophia.”

She smiled brightly, showing off her tooth gap. “Call me Soph.”

***

Sophia stormed into her dorm room, smashing the door behind her. Her breath was heavy and unsteady, she was trying to calm herself, but every attempt only stimulated her inner turmoil. She threw her bag on the floor and looked at the now creased envelope she was clutching on her way from the school building. Glancing over the swan print, Sophia rolled her eyes and tossed onto her bed. Taking her shoes off, she then joined the envelope, propping her head on the pillow, which felt so heavy she thought she would never be able to lift it again. She told herself in the morning, it was a bad idea. Sophia wasn’t even sure now why she argued with her mom to postpone her departure. I need to say goodbye to my friends. Right. As if she had any. She could’ve left tomorrow and be done with this shitty school. This shitty town that brought her nothing but heartbreak. Her mom was right, you shouldn’t make friends. If you open up to somebody, you just give them a chance to manipulate and abuse you when they need it. When they’re done with you.

Sophia’s eyes shifted to her wall, decorated with pictures and photographs. In the center, there was a photo of them; she told him not to come to her performance, said she would do poorly and didn’t want him to see her fail. He came anyway and brought flowers. They were standing close to each other: Sophia’s hand was holding out her phone to capture both their faces. You’re a treasure, Nathan Prescott. She was so stupid. She should’ve gotten rid of this photo ages ago. But she didn’t. Why? Because she hasn’t moved on. Because every day she woke up and hoped for things to return to how they were. Every time she walked past Nathan, she looked at him, hoping for him to look back. But even when he did, it was never what she wanted it to be. There was no warmth in his gaze, only cold and regret.

Fucking sentiments.

Sophia reached for the photo and ripped it off the wall. She stared at it closely, contemplating. Then, crumpling it, she threw it into the trash bin across the room and rolled over in the bed, resting her head against the wall. There. No big deal. It’s just a photo. She’s moved on, it’s about time.

It’s just a photo.

It’s just a photo.

“Fuck,” Sophia mumbled getting up and rushing to the bin, getting the wrinkled picture out and smoothing it out. “You’re such a little bitch. What would your mother say?”

She knew exactly what. That she was weak, vulnerable. And weakness meant failure. Winners don’t hold on to old photographs. Winners aren’t petty.

She lied back on the bed and covered her face with her hands. It’s incredible how tired can you become from just being anxious. And about what? Stuff that doesn’t matter anymore. That shouldn’t matter. Sophia looked at the photo for the last time before her eyelids closed shut. She wasn’t sure sleeping would solve her problems, but at least it would stop her from thinking about them.

***

When Nathan told her he would be in the school’s production of the Tempest, Sophia was beyond excited. She kept jumping around him, all bubbly and giddy, saying over and over how proud she was, and how great he would do, and how she wanted to join the production too somehow now that Nathan was in it. And she did, as a makeup artist. She couldn’t contain herself. Before, she didn’t participate in school life much, not having friends to do it with, or the time to spend. Her mom used every free moment she had to get her training. So now, being a part of a performance, doing it together with Nathan filled Sophia with joy.

On the performance’s night, Sophia told Nathan to come for makeup first, since his face required the most effort.

“Don’t move,” she muttered, gently brushing over the boy’s face with paint.

“I’m not,” he mumbled, looking at his knees.

“Just did,” she giggled softly. Nathan huffed but remained silent. His breath was warm on her skin every time she moved her hand past his nose. He was nervous before the performance, as Sophia assumed.

“There,” the girl said, setting the brush aside. “Look at me.”

She raised her hands and lightly caressed Nathan’s face with her fingers, setting his face straight. Moving closer, she looked him over, checking for missed spots. Nathan’s breath hitched and he quickly looked away. His cheeks were burning, and he was forever grateful for makeup covering it. Not finding any significant mistakes, Sophia moved back, grinning.

“Look-look,” she jumped in her chair enthusiastically. Nathan turned his torso to the mirror and smiled widely, seeing the final look.

“Soph, this is amazing. Where did you learn to do all that?”

“My mom made sure I learned to do my own makeup for performances. To hide those hideous freckles of yours,” she mimicked her mother, shaking her head side to side, her voice bitter.

“Your freckles are beautiful,” he uttered. Sophia’s eyes widened. She blinked rapidly, moving a strand of hair behind her ear awkwardly. Nathan, realizing what he just said, felt his cheeks growing hotter. “I—I mean—”

“Thanks, Dimples,” the girl suddenly said, smiling warmly. “It means a lot.”

Deciding against saying anything possibly embarrassing again, Nathan just smiled shyly, fiddling with his fingers.

After that, Sophia was occupied for quite some time, doing the rest of the cast’s makeup. Nathan wasn’t there, so after being finished, she was determined to find him before the show and help him with his lines. Although he was trying to play it cool, Sophia knew Nathan was extremely anxious, and she didn’t want him to be alone with his thoughts at a time like this.

Looking for him, she heard a low voice coming from around a corner. Coming closer, she saw Mr. Prescott hanging over Nathan while hissing in his ear.

“Keep your voice down!”

Air got significantly thicker, and Sophia felt her mouth going dry. Nathan looked even smaller, his dad’s figure was almost pressing him into the ground, making his shoulders shrink. The boy’s gaze was glued to his shoes, he felt cornered and helpless. She couldn’t let this continue. Sophia knew enough about Sean Prescott to see just how much harm was he causing Nathan every day and right now.

“Nate,” she called loudly, making sure to interrupt Mr. Prescott’s speech, “come, I need to fix your makeup.”

She hurriedly approached him and grabbed his hand, dragging him away.

“We’re in the middle of something,” said Mr. Prescott lowly. Sophia stopped and turned back to face him, still squeezing Nathan’s hand in hers. Her narrowed, cold eyes pierced Mr. Prescott’s face.

“The show is about to begin. I have to make sure everyone is looking their best. You are free to visit Nathan in the dressing room and wish him good luck before the show.”

Not waiting for an answer, Sophia turned on her heels and pulled Nathan away, quickly walking towards the tent she came from. Only after entering did the she let go of his hand, leaving him standing in the middle of the dressing room. Sophia walked to the makeup table, grabbed a random brush, and started toying with it. Nathan watched her for a moment, not knowing what to do with himself. His hand went to the back of his neck awkwardly, as he thought of something to say.

“Hey—”

“He’s such an asshole,” she interrupted him, throwing the brush back, “I—Sorry, but—what he’s doing—It’s not okay!” Sophia was rambling, firing herself up the more she thought about what happened. Her hands fell to her sides and clenched into fists. A small smile spread across Nathan’s face.

“I should be the frustrated one, you know.”

Sophia turned around and Nathan’s eyes widened in surprise. Tears were sparkling in her eyes. The expression on her face was so pained, so frustrated as if she was the one to receive the talk from Mr. Prescott. She ached for him. She gave a fuck. Lots of them, actually. Hell, she just dragged him away from his dad. Nathan couldn’t process that. Never in his life did someone care enough about him. Or at all. People were closing their eyes on what was going on in the Prescott family. What was going on with him. They tried to detach themselves, looking away, pretending not to see anything they didn’t want to be a part of. But she didn’t.

Nathan slowly approached her and cautiously took her hand in his, afraid of her reaction but still wanting to try. To his relief, she squeezed it back.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, just above a whisper, “it means a lot. But—don’t cry. Please. Especially because of him.”

“It’s not him, it’s you,” she said, sniffing.

“Well, that doesn’t make it better at all.”

Sophia chuckled, a bitter-sweet smile slowly spreading across her face. She sighed, quickly looking up and blinking rapidly to get rid of the tears.

“Okay, the performance is about to begin, and I’m standing here crying in front of you. Not exactly a good pep talk.”

“They’re going to laugh at me either way.” Nathan averted his gaze and the tension started taking over his body again. Sophia furiously shook her head.

“What? No! No-no-no, Nathan, I’ve seen the rehearsals, your acting is amazing, you’ll kill it!”

“They hate me, Soph. It doesn’t matter what I do or how I do it.”

“Fuck ‘em,” she said, throwing her hand to the side. “They’re just a bunch of jackasses who prey on others. Forget about them. Nathan,” Sophia took both of his hands into hers, “you love theatre. So why not do what you love?”

He looked at her, contemplating, still uncertain, yet grateful for her presence. She tilted her head, looking at him with begging eyes.

“Please, Nate. For me?”

He sighed and nodded.

“For you.”

Sophia squealed and, standing on her tiptoes, pecked Nathan’s cheek, leaving a burning mark. Nathan reflexively covered the kissed spot with his palm, feeling pleasant warmth spreading throughout his body.

“I’ll go find a seat. Break a leg, Dimples.”

***

Sophia woke up to a new message notification. She grumbled, slowly turning over to face the room. The sun has set, she could barely tell the furniture apart in the dark. A sigh left her lips.

“Great, here’s to a sleepless night.”

She brought the phone closer to read the message. The second her eyes went over the screen she jerked up, sitting straight, her body immediately tensing up.

Dimples meet me at the pool

Time seemed to freeze as Sophia sat there, propping herself on her hand, staring at the dialogue that remained dead for months and months until a minute ago. She was blinking rapidly, trying to make sure she was awake. Being the only light source in the room, the phone screen highlighted her face: furrowed brows, lips pressed into a thin line, narrowed eyes that went back and forth over the five words that looked so simple yet were so hard to comprehend. Her heart was pounding as she read the message over and over, trying to see something through the letters. The phone buzzed again, and Sophia jumped, almost dropping it.

Dimples we need to talk

What?

“Are you fucking serious,” she hissed, squeezing the phone harder. Gradually, worry in her chest started turning into anger as she got off the bed, walking to the center of the room and stopping there, eyes not leaving the screen. Oh, now he wants to talk? The moment she decided to screw it he wants to settle things? No thank you. Sophia started typing viciously, one sentence after another, asking what he was thinking she was going to say, did he really think this would work, how dare he do this to her after ignoring her for months in school corridors. Finishing up, Sophia read her answer over. Letting a sigh of frustration, she highlighted the entire thing and erased it.

“Fuck me,” she said under her breath, letting her hands helplessly fall to the sides. Reaching the nightstand, she flipped the lights on and looked over her room, not knowing what to do with herself. Honestly, what was she supposed to do? There was that chance to get clarification, to confront him, to demand answers for his actions. But the timing… she spent so much time forcing herself to move on, to stop caring about Nathan, about their relationship or what was left of it. Choosing to look back meant to waste all her efforts to move past the pain and to jump right back in.

Sophie walked to the wardrobe mirror, looking at her reflection, questioning herself. No matter how much she wanted to shift the responsibility on somebody, there was no one else but her and herself in this room. Her figure, emaciated, bony even through the clothes, stood in the mirror frame downcast, small. Her eyes, too tired for her liking, stared back returning all the questions where they came from. In the midnight silence of the dorm, a decision was to be made; and there was only one person capable.

***

Nathan knew where to find Sophia without her answering to his texts. As the summer approached, she gradually grew more and more frustrated, detaching from him and leaving school earlier each day. In the mornings, she looked exhausted, slowly walking from classroom to classroom, sometimes limping, holding onto her bag with both hands. She was smiling less and seemed constantly distracted.

Nathan knew parental abuse when he saw one. Sophia was strong, way stronger than him. He was sure she kept most of her pains to herself, swallowing them without sharing. But now and then even she vented to him about her mother, and it was enough for Nathan to know that this woman was nothing good for her daughter. Now, as he was walking towards the gym, he figured her feelings were about to spill over the edge. It broke his heart to know what she was going through but he understood it better than anyone else.

He found her sitting on the floor, defeated, hunching her back over her feet. She was still wearing her ballet attire, which meant she’s been training extra hours. Her legs were covered in bruises. Her mother was really out there to crush her in every possible way.

“Hey,” he called quietly, slowly entering the room.

“Go away, Nathan,” her response was sharp, yet he could hear the trembling in her voice she tried to mask by harshness.

“You know I won’t.”

Nathan closed the door behind him and slowly approached Sophia. Noticing his figure above her, she quickly got up and started walking to her bag.

“Then I will.”

“Sophia,” he called her loudly, making her stop in her tracks. He saw her fists clenching as she drew her shoulders in. “Talk to me.”

Nathan knew she’d hate this. Hell, he hated this phrase even more than Sophia did, but for this exact reason did he use it on her. Because he knew she would resonate with it. With him.

“She keeps calling me worthless. Every. Day.” Sophia turned around to face him, her eyes flooded with tears. “That I will never make it if I keep slacking off. But I’m not. I’m tearing my ass off twenty-four-seven, I don’t have a fucking life, Nathan!”

The end of her sentence came out as a sob, and she ran hands through her tied hair, making an effort to maintain a straight face as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“And it wasn’t even my fucking choice! She made it for me! And now she tries to take it away from me. The only thing she let me have, that fucking bitch!”

Hearing the queue, Nathan quickly approached her, pressing her body to his as she sobbed into his chest, her tears soaking through his cardigan. He held her as tight as he could, wanting to squeeze out all the pain she had bottled in for weeks.

“I have nothing else in my life, nothing,” she repeated, holding onto his arms with all her remaining strength. Nathan gently took her by the shoulders and moved Sophia away to look into her eyes. They were red, puffy, and devastatingly tired. She looked back at him in despair, waiting for him to say something.

“You have me.”

Nathan didn’t think anymore. Sophia’s tears made him say and do things without planning them first. He couldn’t bear seeing her upset and hastened to distract her, no matter what it took. So he acted on his instincts. Squeezing her shoulders slightly, taking one moment to gain the courage he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Closing her eyes, Sophia relaxed into the kiss, not letting go of his arms. The setting sun laid its soft orange rays on their bodies, outlining them in the evening glow. Sounds of birds, leaves, and students were coming through an open window, yet all of them seemed to dissolve in the room’s air. Time moved lazily slow, almost stopping completely.

They didn’t want it to end.

***

Standing in front of the pool entrance, Sophia contemplated her decision for a hundredth time, constantly asking herself if this was a good idea and if she should leave before it wasn’t too late. The door was unlocked. The view of it made her scoff: of course, how else could it be. The school territory was empty, to no one’s surprise, it was past midnight. Sophia was sure some outlaws were up partying at someone’s dorm room. And some of them were standing outside the pool, doing nothing but thinking too much about a yes-no decision. Street lanterns shed their toxic orange light onto the ground, mixing with the moon’s subtle glow. Sophia shifted uncomfortably, hugging herself. The air was cold and cruel, sending goosebumps dancing on her skin.

“Whatever,” she whispered. “Get in, get out. No big deal.”

With this mentality, Sophia approached the door, pushing it and walking inside.

The smell of chlorine hit her nostrils. It was pitch-dark; Sophia fetched her phone to see where she was going. The sound of her steps resonated with the walls, sending an echo through the entire building. She wondered if Nathan could hear her coming. Passing through the girls’ changing room, she entered the pool itself. The turquoise water was still, its reflections played leisurely on the walls. Stopping, Sophia looked around, searching for the painfully familiar figure. It wasn’t long until she saw him: standing across the room, his hands in his pockets, his gaze somewhere down. She walked closer, hesitant to approach him. Her footsteps echoing made Nathan aware of her presence, and he snapped his head up, looking at her surprised. Silence thickened the air, as they stared at each other from the opposite sides of the pool.

“Hey,” Sophia’s voice came out too hoarse and quiet for her liking.

“You came,” Nathan stated, turning to get a better look at her.

“You’re surprised?” She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked suddenly. His speech was fast and abrupt.

“Excuse me?”

“Somerset. Why? You hate it. All of it. Why go there?”

“Do you care?”

“You know I do.” Nathan’s voice went lower as he looked away.

“Actually, no, I don’t think I do anymore!” Sophia felt frustration growing in her chest. “You act all nice around me, then high school starts and you just fucking ghost me! Start acting like you don’t know me, avoid me, talk shit about me?”

“I’ve never talked shit about you.” His eyes return to meet hers.

“Oh wow, thanks, Nathan, how fucking nice of you.”

“If you go, you’ll regret it.”

“Jesus fu—you know what? I knew coming here was a mistake. But at least now I won’t have any difficulty forgetting you. Have a good life, Prescott.” Turning on her heels, Sophia walked back into the changing room, rushing to the exit. Her loud footsteps spread across the building, disturbing the silence. Reaching the door, she aggressively pushed the opening beam. To her dismay, it caused nothing, and the lock remained shut.

“No,” she mumbled pressing onto the beam again, “no, no, no. Fuck!” Sophia slammed her hands on the door, helplessly pressing her forehead against it. She was locked in.

They were.

Instantly regretting the decision to exit her room at all, she looked down at her feet, trying to think of any possible solution. The only option available seemed to be coming back to the pool.

“Fuckin—” Sophia winced and squeezed her eyes shut in frustration. Deciding there was nothing to lose anymore she slowly made her way back. Nathan, seeing her figure yet again, looked at her questionably.

“We’re locked in.” She stated. “Can you open the door?”

“Shit. No, I can’t.” “What?” she threw her hands in the air, “you opened it in the first place!”

“Yeah. You were supposed to leave it open.”

“You were supposed to freaking tell me!”

“I thought you’d figure.”

Letting out a growl, Sophia walked to the pool’s wall and slid down, sitting on the floor and burying her gaze in her phone. Its sharp brightness illuminated her annoyed face as she opened Facebook and started scrolling down her feed, not looking at any of the posts. Nathan sighed.

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting,” she cut off.

“For what?”

“For the school guard to open the door.”

“We’ll be here till the morning.”

“Great, I haven’t checked my news feed since yesterday.”

Nathan looked up, frustrated. His eyes searched the ceiling for some hint, yet all he saw was jiggling water reflections.

“Talk to me Soph, please.”

“Funny, I was telling you the same thing a few months ago. Guess how that turned out?” “Stop acting like a bitch already.”

“Oh-ho-ho,” Sophia’s eyebrows flew up as she shifted attention from her phone, fury burning in her eyes. “Look who’s talking!” She shot up and finally closed the gap between them, approaching Nathan and staring him directly in the eye. “You have completely lost your shit if you think you can treat me like I’m some annoyance to you, after asking me to come here. Is this why you called me? To get another chance to be an asshole?”

“No.”

“Then why?”

“I wanted to ask you about Somerset.”

“Bullshit!” she pointed at his chest, putting Nathan under pressure, making him look away, “you could’ve used your phone for that, instead of luring me into the pool at midnight. Why do you suddenly give a shit? Why are you suddenly so invested in my life? Why, after months of neglecting me and ignoring my existence do you think it’s okay to—”

Nathan grabbed Sophia’s hand and yanked it off. His eyebrows knitted together in rage as his gaze locked with Sophia’s, making her take a step back.

“Because I don’t want you to leave!”

***

The entire school was gossiping about Sophia for the last week. It’s been a month since Nathan Prescott has officially “unfriended” her, and everyone was out for blood, ready to say anything for the littlest sense of entertainment.

“Oh em gee, have you seen Hughes lately? She looks like a fucking Victorian ghost.”

“Uh, don’t get me started, I don’t believe this shit for one second. Anorexia my ass.”

“Imagine faking a disease for attention? Can’t relate.”

“Shh!”

And that was the queue for Sophia to enter the classroom, per usual. She looked different from middle school. Her face was pale, exhausted. Her cheekbones were horridly sharp, sticking out unnaturally from her visage. Her eyes, hollow and fatigued, surrounded by dark circles, slowly looked around the room, before she approached her desk, sinking into the chair like a rag doll.

Quickly after her, Nathan entered the room, being immediately surrounded by people who were discussing Sophia mere seconds ago. He greeted them indifferently and glanced in Sophia’s direction, catching her eyeing him back. The space between them stiffened, unspoken words lingering in the air.  Nathan was the first one to look away, rubbing his neck and sitting down. Sophia followed, burying her gaze in the surface of her desk. She always knew how these encounters would end, but the awareness never eased the pain. It was the first month since she last spoke with Nathan, and it was insufferably far from being the last.

***

“I don’t want you to leave, Sophia. You’re the only good thing this entire shithole has, the only good thing I have, without you… nothing will make sense.”

For the first time in months, Sophia saw softness in Nathan’s gaze. She crossed her arms protectively, feeling emotion already creeping on her. She examined his features she’d already forgotten after such a long pause.

“Then why did you abandon me?” Her question is quiet and not even angry, just sad and hurt. She looks at him with pain and expectation, finally granting him the benefit of the doubt.

“Because—” Nathan grabbed onto his head along with the last bits of composure, squeezing his eyes shut. His breath fastened as he started rocking his body back and forth. “Because I’m fucked up, Sophia! Okay? Everything about me is fucked up.”

“Is this your reason for shutting me off?” She interrupted him.

“You weren’t supposed to see any of it. I cut you off so I could figure my shit without getting you involved. But it got worse and worse, and I just—I couldn’t allow you near me. You don’t deserve this,” he pointed at himself, “any of this.”

“It’s not your call to make,” Sophia parried, loosening the grip on her shoulders, “the amount of time I spent questioning myself, trying to figure out what I did wrong—”

“You did nothing wrong.”

“Well, you weren’t there to tell me.”

Sorrow distorted Nathan’s expression. He narrowed his eyes, fighting back emotion, seeing Sophia’s lips shiver lightly.

“I know, I—shit—I blame myself every fucking day for this. For fucking this up and losing the only nice thing I had.”

Sophia remained silent, biting on her cheek. Nathan couldn’t tell what she was thinking, he felt exposed, put on the spot, which probably suited him right. It was a nerve-wracking feeling like the judge was about to voice the verdict, and he was the accused. He watched her face cautiously, afraid to catch any sign of distressing news.

“You still have it.”

Sophia’s voice was barely above a whisper as she said it, returning Nathan’s pained gaze. Maybe she was wrong for doing this. For giving him another chance so soon. Or at all. But this conversation, no matter how heartbreaking, was the best thing happening to Sophia in a long time. She couldn’t help but feel happy from just being able to talk to Nathan again. Yeah, she probably was stupid.

“Is there really nothing you can do to open the door?” She quickly followed up, changing the topic.

Nathan shifted in his place.

“I’m—I’ll see if someone’s up, maybe they can break us out of here.”

Sophia nodded, watching him reach for the phone into the pocket of his jacket. As he was pulling it out, she noticed something small falling to the ground and landing at her feet. Before Nathan could notice, she kneeled and picked it up. It was a photo of her.

She remembered that day clearly: she was training in the gym, and Nathan was watching her, taking pictures. He said he needed to snap some photos for his photography assignment, but something was telling Sophia he just wanted to spend time with her. Either way, she didn’t mind. She was already done dancing when she heard his camera click again.

What’re you doing? She asked him, sitting on the floor.

Sorry. You mind? He shyly lowered the camera.

You know I don’t. It’s just—I’m not exactly photogenic right now. She smiled, gesturing around her.

Wanna see?

She nodded. The photo was surreal. Sophia’s figure was seated on the floor, her upper body bent down, reaching forward over her lifted knees. Her feet, bare, with the dance shoes lying next to them, were bruised and calloused, framed by Sophia’s hands treating them. She remembered Nathan calling it The Cost. It was dark but wholesome. Very much Nathan’s style.

“Oh, um—" She heard Nathan stutter, making her digress from the photo.

“You still have it,” she stated softly, astounded.

“Of course I do,” he said hesitantly. He reached his hand forward, taking the picture back from her, their fingers lightly touching in the process. Sophia sighed, rubbing her face tiredly. To think she spent most of the day not doing anything yet felt more exhausted than from any of her ballet training. Lowering herself, she sat cross-legged at the pool’s edge, watching the water shift in the dark. Nathan did the same, placing himself next to her. His phone screen caught her attention, and she glanced to the side, catching a glimpse of his contacts. Among many names of the Blackwell academy, one of them said “Freckles.” This made her smile: guess she wasn’t the only one.

“Nope. None of the assholes are answering. Guess we’re stuck here. Sorry.” He looked at her, seeing her small smile.

“Freckles?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Oh. I—I forgot to change it, it’s—I can—”

“Whatever. I didn’t change you either.”

Silence fell on them again, leaving the pool to be the only source of background sounds. It wasn’t awkward anymore; if anything, it felt relaxing to finally sit there quietly in each other’s presence. Like the old times. Sophia would lie if she said she didn’t miss this. Without Nathan in her life, silences became insufferable, but in his company, they were calming. She could spend hours just sitting there, doing nothing if Nathan was beside her. Water reflections danced on their bodies, turning them and the entire room pale-blue. It almost felt like some otherworldly place, away from Earth.

She glanced at Nathan: he looked nervous; she could tell he wasn’t as relaxed as she was, but it was fair, considering he was the one at fault. She eyed him up and down, noticing that his leg was shaking lightly. He really got worse from middle school: his ticks severed, he became fidgety and snappy. Sophia could only imagine the amount of pressure he was under. His dad was probably giving him hell every day. Watching him tremble, she decided to fill the silence with talking.

“So,” she began, uncertain of how to phrase the sentence, “what’s going on with this, “she gestured between them, “us.”

“We’re friends,” he answered, although it sounded more like a question as if he was unsure of his own words. Sophia pursed her lips, looking at her reflection in the water. If they already were going through all the highs and lows of their relationship, she could as well add to the discussion. Not looking up, she muttered it out, quick enough not to change her mind:

“Aren’t we more than that?”

There was silence again, and Sophia wasn’t sure if Nathan was silent because he didn’t understand what she meant or because he did. She fought herself over stopping the thought now or proceeding and seeing where it would go. She ended up thinking she’s already said A, might as well say B.

“We kissed. Last year of middle school.”

She waited again and, receiving no answer still, proceeded.

“At the gym.”

“I remember,” Nathan interrupted her description.

“What was it?” She finally looked at him, gaining up the courage.

“A kiss,” he said shortly, still avoiding her gaze.

“Nathan, I swear to god,” Sophia rolled her eyes, “you know what I mean.”

“I don’t know, okay? It just—sort of happened.”

“You never mentioned it after that. Then summer came, and you disappeared.”

“I didn’t want to ruin what we had.” Sophia gazed at Nathan skeptically, quirking a brow, forcing a groan out of him. “Not in that way. I was afraid it would ruin our friendship.”

“First of all, ironic, second... why?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?” She furrowed her brows in confusion. Nathan closed his eyes and turned his head away completely, hiding his face.

“That I love you.”

Sophia froze in her place, starring at the back of Nathan’s head, his words echoing in her mind. He turned his head back, still looking at the pool.

“I don’t wanna say it.”

She looked at the pool too, as if there was something that grabbed their attention from each other. Seeing Nathan’s reflection, she looked at him, noticing he was looking back at her through the water.

“You just did.”

Perhaps it was easier, looking at each other’s reflections instead of facing reality because Sophia’s heart was pounding with merciless force. It was everything she could hear in her head: the thumps of her heart and Nathan’s confession, smashing together into a big mess that sent Sophia into a hazy trance.

“I can take it back,” Nathan rasped. His leg was shaking furiously now, sending his entire body in motion.

“Don’t.”

Sophia’s voice, like a triggering alarm, distracted them from the water surface and brought their gazes together. Their eyes shared terror, it intertwined somewhere in the middle, making their bodies tense, yet being the common ground for them to stand on. Sophia couldn’t tell if she was still breathing or not, her mind seemed to separate from her body, taking off and wandering around the room, merging with the water glimpses that kept dancing on the walls.

Their bodies, like magnets, slowly gravitated toward each other, shortening the distance until there was none. Nathan smelled of cologne and cigarettes, she smelled of lavender and sedatives. They balanced on an edge, not being able to move or breathe any longer, just rooted to their spots, insanely close, contemplating the last millimeter that held them apart. Then, like going down a slide, their lips pressed together, and the ball of tension exploded, returning the air into their lungs and the sense of control over their muscles. Sophia’s arms entwined around Nathan’s neck, she pressed her body to his, shifting the weight on him, willing to give herself to him entirely. Nathan’s arms accepted her with passion, locking behind her, pulling her in his direction. The motions of their bodies made them lose their balance and sent them into the pool. A loud splash emerged into the quiet air, disturbing the room’s silence. The gleaming reflections broke loose and began to shake vigorously, setting the entire place in motion.

All the noise around them turned into a vacuum as their bodies floated below the surface. Pushed back up, they gasped for air shortly before their lips collapsed again, with a bigger force. Nathan lifted Sophia up, resting her on top of him while her hands found his cheeks, grasping them to hold him close. Nathan held her body tightly against his, as if afraid of her moving away. Sophia lifted her lips from his ever so lightly, just to be able to whisper her pleads into them.

“I don’t want to leave,” she sobbed voicelessly, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, “I don’t want to leave, I don’t want to leave.”

“Stay,” he replied shakily, kissing her ear. She lifted her head and looked Nathan in the eyes, furiously shaking her head in agreement. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with pool water.

“I love you, I love you,” she choked on her cries, kissing Nathan again, eager, desperate, forcing the entirety of her emotions down on Nathan’s shoulders. He accepted it gladly, happily, holding her close and swearing on the entire world to never leave her again. To never let go.

***

The aftermath wasn’t as fun after the heat of the moment passed. Seated on the floor in some towels they found in the changing rooms, their bodies shook from cold, as they leaned against each other seeking warmth.

“I don’t know what I will say to my mom,” Sophia said, chuckling, “she’ll probably beat the shit out of me.”

“I won’t let her,” Nathan replied, “I’ll call my lawyer and make her stay the fuck away from you.”

“Aw,” she cooed, “I wouldn’t normally find your rich talk adorable, but it’s very nice of you.”

Her smile then faded, which caught Nathan’s attention. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, distracting her from her thoughts.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just—” she played with the hem of her towel anxiously, “maybe it’s not her who needs to stay away. Maybe it’s us.”

“What do you mean?”

She turned to face him and grabbed his hands in hers, suddenly determined.

“Let’s run away.”

He looked at her startled as if trying to be sure he understood her correctly. “Huh?”

“Fuck this place. Fuck Arcadia Bay. Fuck Blackwell. Fuck Somerset. Fuck all these people, two-faced snobs, and dirty junkies. Fuck our parents. Fuck everything.”

She moved her hands away, looking at him hesitantly, afraid of his reaction. Would he disagree? Would he get angry with her for saying something so radical? Would he refuse her and her offer? Sophia felt the time drag painfully slow as she watched Nathan’s face for any sign of emotion, anything that would let her know what he thought.

Growing anxious, she averted her gaze.

“You know what—”

“Fuck everything.”

Her head jerked back, meeting with Nathan’s determined gaze. Staring back at her, he nodded, smiling devilishly. “Fuck everything!”

Seeing his reaction, Sophia started laughing, connecting their hands back together. The relief ran through her body, lifting the tension of her shoulders.

“Fuck everything,” she echoed after him.

Nathan leaned in, kissing Sophia, feeling her smiling against his lips. The smell of chlorine, usually irritating, brought him a sense of joy he’s grown so unfamiliar with. He could sit there forever, on the cold floor tiles, wearing damp clothes, freezing, yet feeling growing warmth starting from Sophia’s lips and transferring to his, spreading through his body.

Nathan’s phone rang, breaking the moment. Groaning in irritation, he pulled away from Sophia, checking the new messages.

“Victoria answered,” he said, typing, “she called the guys to break us out.”

Sophia smiled, pulling the towel off her shoulders. “Cool. Can’t wait to change.”

“Tell me about it,” Nathan chuckled, getting up and offering her a hand. She rolled her eyes, accepting it.

“Although,” not letting go of his hand after standing up she brought her face close to his, “I am glad we got locked up.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“What will Victoria say about—this?” she squeezed Nathan’s hand firmly.

“I don’t care. Why?”

“I kind of thought you were a thing. She was always around you.”

“What? No, we’re just friends. Wait,” he looked at her slyly, “you thought we were together and still kissed me?”

“You kissed me,” Sophia countered.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Their dialogue got interrupted by loud noises piercing the air.

“That’s our queue. Let’s get out of here,” Nathan said, walking in the exit’s direction. Sophia lingered in spot, looking at Nathan’s back. He suddenly stopped, looking back at her.

“Soph?”

She raised her eyebrows in question.

“Did you mean it? Running away?”

“I did, “she said firmly. “Did you?”

He nodded.

“Good,” she smiled.

Nathan smiled back at her. He looked calmer, steadier. Reassured.

“C’mon,” he said after staying silent for a moment, “or you want to spend the night in the pool?”

Sophia rolled her eyes, catching up to him.

“Maybe another time.”

[fanficimagery]

Imagine being caught by the alpha pack and being kept captive with three other betas. When you're finally set free, one of your new alpha's betas takes a liking to you right away.

Author's Note: AU in which Derek never kicked Isaac out of his loft/pack.

Gen Fic X Reader w/ a hint of Isaac X Reader

Having been an Omega, learning of an established pack nearby gave you a bit of hope of joining said pack and having some form of stability in your life once again. It took you weeks to ask around and look into the Hale pack, and what you learned led you to the decision to trespass into the alpha's territory and beg an audience with him. But when you finally made your move, you realized too late you were being stalked by a pack of alphas.

Being kidnapped and tossed into a seemingly abandoned bank vault was quite frightening, but even worse was realizing you were not their first prisoner. The alphas apparently had another beta locked up and dread filled you when the she-wolf introduced herself as Cora Hale- the little sister to Beacon Hills' current alpha and was coming home to be reunited with a brother she thought long dead.

The alphas took joy in taunting and withholding food, but they never touched you with the intent to harm unless you attacked first. It felt like weeks, when in reality it was only a couple of days, before two more betas were tossed into the room. The betas introduced themselves as Erica and Boyd, two runaways from alpha Hale's pack.

Boyd was the quiet of the two and sat easily without rising to the baited words of the alphas, but Erica frequently muttered about fighting back. You knew it was useless, Cora knew it was useless, but Boyd never talked his pack mate down from her anger.

"I'm sorry," you say one day, sighing, "but I have to know what made you two run away from an established pack. Why would you willingly become omegas?" You ask, staring at Boyd and Eric. Cora takes a seat next to you, thigh to thigh, and you know she wonders what her brother did to drive away two of his pack mates.

Boyd looks at you before looking back to Erica, he gesturing for her to answer. "We love Derek for what he did for us," she says quietly, "but Beacon Hills is cursed land. One monster after the other came and went, but sometimes they lingered to create chaos. Gerard Argent-" Cora growls and Erica tenses, she nodding at Cora's recognition of the name, "-came to avenge the death of his daughter and daughter-in-law."

"What happened to them?" Cora asks.

"The daughter- Kate- was responsible for the Hale fire." This time Cora snarls and you startle, you gripping her bicep to keep her seated and shushing her in a calmly manner. Erica gulps, but when you nod at her she continues. "The daughter-in-law- Victoria- tried to kill a beta that Derek was trying to help. It was a trap for Derek, and in the confusion of rescuing Scott, Derek accidentally bit Victoria. The woman took her own life and Gerard Argent blamed us."

"That's awful," you mutter. "But that still doesn't-"

"Gerard kidnapped Boyd and I. He kept us in his son's basement and tortured us," she says. "He even tortured a human who was a friend of the pack, beating him in front of us. And then when we were released, we realized we couldn't go through that again. So we ran, but we didn't get far."

Cora is breathing heavily, so you speak on her behalf. "I'm really sorry you had to go through that."

"Yeah. Us too."

The four of you taper off into silence, Erica leaning on Boyd and you on Cora as you settle in. You somehow manage to doze off and are only awakened when you hear, "No, Erica. Don't!"

A roar thrusts you into full consciousness, the answering roar sending shivers down your spine. By the time you realize what's going on, Erica has a gut full of alpha claws and the yellow of her eyes are slowly diminishing. Boyd roars, but Cora wraps herself around his legs to keep him from making the same mistake Erica did. And from your spot on the floor, you can only watch as the alpha who calls herself Kali rolls her eyes when Erica goes limp in her arms.

The dead she-wolf is taken away, and you and Cora are left consoling a grieving Boyd. You don't know how long it's been (days have passed) when movement catches your attention. Not being able to answer the call of the moon has you, Cora, and Boyd quite agitated, so while they're in a heated conversation you're attention is elsewhere- elsewhere being on the individual peering from behind a pillar. His eyes flash yellow, yours flash back in return, and you're left staring at the blonde, curly haired wolf.

You open your mouth to call out, but the telltale clicking of claws stalls you. Your eyes widen and you gesture for the wolf the leave. He doesn't. Kali then enters the room, eyes blazing red, and Boyd and Cora fall silent. You crawl over to them, huddling together as the alpha laughs. Her amusement quickly falters as she hears or smells something off, and your chest tightens when she turns towards the place where the new wolf last stood.

Kali starts to stalk in that particular direction and in a blind panic you climb to your feet, roaring as a distraction. Thinking it a challenge, the female alpha whirls back around with a harsher roar of her own. Your breath stutters and you let Boyd pull you back down. You can only hope that the other wolf got away.

Days pass and the longer you're all denied the moon, the longer you're denied to Turn. Every emotion feels bottled up since you can't properly express it and your skin feels so tight to the point it's very uncomfortable. Fortunately you've bonded with Cora and Boyd, and the three of you help each other cope as best as you can. Though your eyes flash in warning at one another, you can't help it and no one attempts to harm each other.

Then one day the pack's emissary walks into the room and starts lining the vault with mountain ash. The alpha twins manage to keep you at bay as their emissary does work, she purposely leaving a gap at the door and then shutting the door halfway behind her.

Something is up and it sets you, Cora, and Boyd on edge. The three of you start to pace, eyes flaring yellow, teeth and claws elongating for what feels like the first time in months. Managing the partial shift is quite painful and having your senses amplified is a shock to the system.

As the three of you make your rounds around the vault, a noise resonates from within in the wall. It's hammering from the outside and you suddenly find yourself itching for a fight. The moment one of the wall crumbles, Boyd takes a stand in front of you and Cora.

"Boyd?"

Boyd growls, and you and Cora step out on either side of your friend with growls of your own. The elder male wolf seems shocked, but your sole concentration is on the younger male who seems unsure about his presence there. The urge to fight and defend pulses strong within you, and you only act when the young wolf lunges for the door.

A fight ensues, first you and Cora attacking the young wolf. He's doing a good job of fending the two of you off, but then the elder wolf grabs Cora for himself. Boyd, bloodied but still just as angry, flies in from the side and pins the young wolf to the wall, and you whirl around when Cora makes a sound that angers you. You join her in attacking the elder wolf which you realize too late is an alpha, but he surprisingly doesn't use his claws to subdue either of you.

"Boyd!"

The alpha has Cora pinned to the floor by the throat, you're hanging onto his back, and everyone is frozen as they watch a female human break the mountain ash barrier that had apparently been closed. With freedom just right there, the fight reignites within you as you witness Boyd flee the vault. The young wolf looks stunned at the sudden turn of events and you thrust yourself back into motion by swiping claws down the alpha's back. He roars in pain, dislodges Cora, and you waste no time in grabbing her hand, yanking her to her feet, and fleeing together.

Being outside allows you to finally shift, and you and Cora run in the direction that carries Boyd's scent. You're running through the woods, jumping over fallen trees and avoiding holes. Something collides with you and sends you flying, you quickly scrambling onto hands and knees. Cora snarls, and you snarl when you're suddenly grabbed by the back of your neck and pinned to the ground. Another wolf, the same young wolf from earlier chases off Cora, and you manage to turn over onto your back.. only to stare up into a familiar face.

His own features shifted and eyes blazing yellow, he roars directly in your face. Something just.. clicks and you slump against the ground, blinking owlishly at a blonde, curly haired wolf.

"Stop," he pants. "You're safe. We're not the enemy."

Feeling your features slowly shift back to human, you gulp. "M'sorry."

"It's okay. We know what you three have been through." He slowly backs off, offering you a hand up which you cautiously take. "Do you know where Boyd and the other girl went?"

"N-No. We just- we just ran."

"Okay. I'm going to put you in a vehicle and then I'm going to help my friends. Is that okay with you?"

Glancing around you realize you have no idea where you are who this blonde wolf even is. But he knows Boyd and if they're going to round up both Boyd and Cora, then you rather be there with them. "Sure. I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Isaac," he grins. "Follow me. Derek's car is this way."

As you're following Isaac, the name Derek keeps bouncing around in your head until you realize who he is. Cora had mentioned the name many times and now that you can put a name to the shocked face back at the bank vault- the one wolf who stared at Cora with shock and longing- you stumble to halt. "Wait. Derek as in Derek Hale?"

Isaac glances over his shoulder. "Yeah. Why?"

You shake your head and continue to follow. "Nothing. It's just.. Alpha Hale was the reason for my presence in Beacon Hills." Isaac glances over his shoulder again, one eyebrow raised and you shrug sheepishly. "I'm an Omega. I needed a pack and heard some good things about Hale. I wanted to see if he'd help me out."

"Oh. Derek's a decent guy. I'm sure he'll hear you out."

You fall quiet as Isaac leads you to a car and then settles you in the passenger seat. He climbs into the driver's seat before making a phone call, and you zone out his conversation when you realize you're relatively safe now. The alphas don't have you and you're in the presence of a friendly wolf.

The car starts and you close your eyes in relief, and you don't wake again until the following day.

"Wakey, wakey." A finger brushes up and down the bridge of your nose, and you jerk awake when someone chuckles. "'Bout time, Sleeping Beauty."

Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you will your heartbeat to slow when you realize you're not under attack. Then taking in Cora's fresh, rested face and casual clothing, it's like a weight has been lifted off your chest and tears immediately spring to your eyes. "Is it really over?" You ask. "We're safe?"

Cora smiles and shrugs. "Relatively. The alphas are still out there, but we're with my brother now. Boyd's here too and that other wolf Isaac, the one who brought you in, is out picking up some items my brother asked for."

Sitting up, you throw your arms around Cora in a bone crushing hug. She chuckles as she returns it and then you're left a sobbing mess as she says, "I also told my brother your reasoning for coming to Beacon Hills. He says he's willing to give you a trial run with his pack if you're willing to follow his rules."

You nod against her shoulder, letting yourself find some relief in your situation.

Since Cora was a little petite wolf, she had to borrow sleep pants from her brother and a shirt from Isaac so you had something to wear. Then after everything was rolled and pinned, you followed behind her as she led you downstairs. The moment you laid eyes on Boyd, however, all your hesitance flew out the window as you threw yourself at the gentle wolf. He chuckled as he caught you and set down his book before wrapping both arms around you.

"I'm so glad you're okay," you mumble.

"Me too. I heard Derek put you on probation. Welcome to the pack."

"It's good to see you getting along with the pack," someone says. Startling, you jump back from Boyd only to shift nervously at the sight of Alpha Derek Hale. Averting your gaze, you clasp your hands behind your back and subtly bare your neck. "It saves time on forcing bonds, especially given the circumstances surrounding Beacon Hills. With that said, I'll understand if you wanna turn tail. We'll pack you a bag and you can get far away from the shit storm surrounding us."

"With all due respect, alpha Hale, I'm not one to run away. After what they did to us- to Erica- I'm more than ready to recuperate and fight back."

"Good. You and Cora start training tomorrow."

When Isaac gets back, he, another wolf (the one from the bank who fought at Derek's side), and a male human show up with bags and bags of food. Derek manages to corral everyone around a steel table and though there aren't enough chairs Derek takes a seat for himself while offering you and Cora first grab at a seat. Everyone else then scrambles for the last chair and it’s no surprise Boyd nabs it.

The disgruntled human, Stiles, is led to the coffee table by Scott (the wolf who fought with Derek at the bank), and Isaac grabs an ottoman to plop between you and Boyd at the table. The burgers, fries, and Chinese are all dished out and you happily dig in once you see alpha Hale gesture that it's okay. The first big bite of a cheeseburger causes you to groan and Cora to snicker. But then she's groaning around a mouth full of Chinese noodles and grilled chicken, and it's suddenly not so funny anymore.

"So, uh, I see you're in my shirt."

Startled by the statement, you freeze with an egg roll half way to your mouth. Then glancing to the left, you tightly smile. "Sorry. I didn't fit in Cora's clothes and Derek-"

"It's okay. You look.. good in my clothes." All chatter immediately ceases, and simultaneously you and Isaac burn red with embarrassment.

"Smooth," Boyd drawls.

And before either of you can be embarrassed any further, Derek speaks up. "We'll get you your own clothes soon enough. Scott and Stiles have a friend who loves shopping. I'm sure Lydia will help you out if we ask her."

You nod gratefully before ducking your head and finishing off the rest of your food. After you clear your plate, you throw away your trash and take a seat on the love seat. And just as you're dozing off on a full stomach, you feel someone grab your ankles. Eyes snapping open, you see Isaac lift your feet only to settle them in his lap as he takes a seat.

"Oh, I can move-"

"No. You're fine," he says. "I, uh, I actually wanted to talk to you." Flashing him a small smile, you sit up some but leave your feet in his lap seeing as he still has one of your ankles gently grasped in his hand. "I haven't thanked you for saving me that day in the bank. If you hadn't growled at the female alpha, she would've caught me."

"Think nothing of it. You didn't seem like a threat and I couldn't watch another wolf get tossed into the vault with us. I'm sorry about Erica."

"Yeah. Cora told us how close you four got. Derek and I went back for Erica. We buried her out in the woods since we can't give her a proper burial."

Smiling tiredly, you lean your head against the back of the seat. "I'm glad. Maybe after all this stuff with the alphas is over you can take me to where you buried her. A girl like Erica deserves flowers and a remembrance stone."

"Definitely."

The two of you stare at one another before he grins, you then rolling your eyes while getting cozy once more and closing your eyes. Drifting off seems easier given Isaac's thumb is rubbing back and forth over the side of your ankle.

A door slides open with a bang and you roll off the love seat, landing in a crouch snarling. Cora crouches in her own seat, eyes blazing yellow towards the door, and it takes alpha pulling rank to calm the two of you down. Blinking the haze of anger away, you're left staring at two females- a brunette and a redhead- and you avert your gaze only to see everyone frozen in the room. "I-I'm sorry.."

"Don't apologize," Cora mutters as she settles back down. "The humans should know better than to go slamming other people's doors."

Biting the inside of your cheek to keep from crying, you tersely nod. "I need some fresh air. I'll just- I’ll be-" you stammer.

But a hand settles on your shoulder and then Isaac's helping you stand. "Come on. I'll take you to the roof."

Crossing your arms over your chest, you keep your head ducked as you follow after Isaac. Several hands pat your back in a consoling manner and it's not until you're by the door does Derek stop you. Lightly gripping the back of your neck, he steps closer and keeps his voice low. "I'll talk to Allison and Lydia. After the ordeal you've been through, it's no surprise you reacted the way you and Cora did. It'll be fine." And not trusting your voice, you nod. Then with a hair ruffle and nudge, Derek sends you on your way with his other beta.

Since you're already at the very top of the building, getting out onto the roof takes less than a minute. And the moment the crisp air hits you, your breath stutters and tears prick your eyes as every emotion just seems to hit you at once. Everything that's happened- from getting kidnapped, watching Erica die, being denied the moon, being set free and accepted into a pack, and then snarling at two humans- it's just.. it's too much.

It takes you a moment, but you manage to get yourself under control as you take a seat on the concrete wall surrounding a small garden. Sitting down, you bend your knees and hug your legs to your chest while setting your chin atop your knee.

"It gets better," Isaac eventually says. "The trauma, I mean. You won't feel so jumpy forever."

"Speaking from experience?" You wonder, tilting your face so you can see him.

"Actually.. yeah. My dad wasn't a good man."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. He's gone and I found a new family with Derek and Scott. It's better here. I'm better here."

You smile sadly. "That's good." Watching Isaac nervously walk back and forth in front of you, you reach out and grab him by the wrist. "Stop that and sit down. Your pacing is making me anxious."

He immediately sits, an apology in his eyes that you shrug off. "So, uh, has Derek talked to you about schooling? He makes all of us attend."

"No, but I figured I'd be attending either way. I just need to get my records transferred from my old school."

"Fair warning, those alpha twins attend the school too." You tense, but he's quick to assure you all is well. "But don't worry! You'll have me, Boyd, and Scott there. Then there's Scott's girlfriend Allison who's a hunter, her best friend Lydia who's scary all on her own, Stiles who's annoying but really smart, and Cora. It'll be fine."

"You say that now," you gulp. "But just wait until we're in the same space. I doubt I'll be able to control myself if I see them again."

"Then we make sure you don't cross paths," Isaac says, gently laying an arm around your shoulders and tugging you into his side.

He seems so sure about himself that you can't help but relax into him. You settle easily and on one of you deep inhales, your nose twitches. Attraction. The pheromones wafting off of Isaac are not pungent, but attraction is definitely in there as well as a small amount of arousal.

Biting your lip to keep from laughing outright, you take a beat to swallow down the laughter before nudging Isaac. "Stop smelling like that. You're too pretty for your own good, wolf boy."

He chuckles. "Right back at 'ya, wolf girl."

[zeroone-eleven]

Victoria - Jealous

Hey. May I please have a Twilight saga Victoria x female reader? Where Victoria falls in love with the reader that's a hybrid between a vampire and werewolf. Reader can turn into a bigger wolf than the rest with red fur and green eyes and is also way stronger than the rest and is the younger half sister of Jacob. When reader and Sam's pack chaces Victoria, reader and Victoria tumbel into each other, the reader imprint on her and Victoria getting a big obsession with the reader like clinging onto her and hissing at anyone that wants to go near the reader. - @purplewings12

"Victoria, no. I swear sometimes I think it's you who is the "Puppy" in this relationship." Victoria looks taken back by Y/N's comment and she stops hissing. Crossing her arms and turning to the hybrid. "Hell no I'm not. I don't have fur." Y/N darts their eyes onto the fur draped around the latter's form. "Shut it! You know what type of fur I was reffering to!" She storms away and Y/N snickers and rolls their eyes. How they ended up in this situation? Well it was a peculiar meeting but it somehow happened anyway.

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"Y/N go! We'll handle these amateurs!" I turn around and heed my brother's command, after all I am the fastest among us (and the strongest, but that doesn't matter right now)

I run as fast as my legs can carry me and soon enough, I'm hot on Victoria's tail. I chase her for what seems like forever as she darts around trees, takes sharp turns and jump over obstacles.

What finally ended the chase was when I jumped up over a dry log and landed perfectly on her- No just kidding. I'm clumsy as hell.

What REALLY ended the chase was when I CRASHED through a dry log that she jumped over, and since I was close enough to her, I ended up taking her with me over the edge of a small hill.

It was quite comical I suppose, a huge ass wolf rolling down a hill with a woman and gathering snow in the process. By the time we rolled to a stop, I jumped out of the huge snowball and I pounced around trying to find the woman who was supposed to be in the snow ball.

I stop as I hear a snicker behind me, and turning around the woman was there... LAUGHING. HER. ASS. OFF.

I sauntered over to her with the most grace I can and sat on her. She can try throwing me off but trust me I'm heavy, huge, and buff, the others will get here soon enough.

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Bella crosses her arms and leans against the doorway after letting Victoria pass, she laughs at the exchange between Y/N and their girlfriend. "Get on after her, before she decides to spar with your brother again."

They smile. "Surely Jacob has learned his lesson after the first time??" But they waste no time darting after their girlfriend.

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Turns out Jacob has NOT learned his lesson, Y/N finds the both of them with their brother kneeling infront of Victoria in a headlock.

"Vic, you know that you don't have to be jealous everytime someone comes near me." Victoria scoffs, running her hands through red fur. "I'm not jealous, I am however just constantly overprotective over my territory." A wolf head as huge as Victoria's upper body rears their head with an expression that expresses it doesn't believe that justification at all.

Resting their head back down as Victoria scratches behind their ear. "Sounds pretty jealous to me, Love."

A/N: I hope this met your expectations?? If it's been a while since you sent the request, I am so sorry, I didn't expect there to be an ask in my inbox!!

[ao3feed-lifeisstrange]

I Bet I Won't Fall in Love With You

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2hkUUx5

by Thoughtbubble101

On your first week in Blackwell, you capture the eyes of Nathan Prescott, despite Victoria's disapproval as she fights her own feelings for him. Victoria, fighting hard to keep his attention, makes a bet that he won't fall in love with you within 30 days of dating you.

Words: 999, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Life Is Strange (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Nathan Prescott (Life is Strange), Victoria Chase (Life is Strange), Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: Nathan Prescott/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Romance, life is strange - Freeform, x Reader, Blackwell, Blackwell Academy

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2hkUUx5

[dezbee2008]

My Pokemon Moon Adventures Part 16: A Wild Aloak Appears (January 4, 2017)

Even the professors have regional variants

There wasn’t much battling to do today, (instead it’s like a filler episode) so we (Hau and I) went to Malie Garden to look for Kukui. While on our way, one girl with her Cleffa proclaimed today is Pokemon Day (everyday is Pokemon Day, Ailey, if you believe hard enough). When we did find Kukui, we told him about the Ultra Wormhole and all that goodness, and we told him to tell his wife about it.

After I left the garden, Lillie was waiting for me. She wanted to go to the Library to read a very old book, but before we got there, we meet Samson Oak (aka Aloak), Samuel Oak’s cousin (aka Kantoak). $20 says Aloak tells you through the pager not to ride Tauros inside the Pokemon Center the same way Kantoak tells you not to ride your bicycle inside the PMC.

But it’s no surprise Rotomdex knows him

Anyway, Aloak tells us to follow the black brick road (the Alola variant of the Wizard of Oz’s yellow brick road) and the pattern of circle, triangle, square (all black) to get to the library (while you’re at it, tell me how you get to Sesame Street).

Before we can do that, I and my team (sans Jason) had malasada (Jason opted for the takeout instead. Also, I say I because Sabrina wasn’t able to finish hers). We meet up with Lillie, who got lost again (but at least found her way on her own), and Hapu and her Mudsdale. Hapu apparently seems to be taking a liking into Lillie for some reason. I instead went to the community center next door where this kid was supposed to play Sun and Moon but this one kid keeps beating him (hint: is it theelectriwin27) and took part in the weather quiz (it’s pretty easy if you find the hints in the questions) and the flea market.

At the library, we meet a life-long reader (he would be revered in the real world, or at schools) and got TM76 Fly from a tourist who had questions about why we don’t believe in HMs (which is the best thing that has happened). Lillie and I meet Acerola. She gave Lillie a very old book from her dad’s collection about Lunala and also revealed that she is royalty in the region.

Finally, we went to the overlooked part of Ula’Ula aka the Outer Cape. We actually learned about the battle styles and Gester gave us one to start out with. We also had to settle a dispute between Shawn (aka the Baby Boomer) and Chase (aka the Millenial), which is exactly how them boomers and us millenials are locked in a generational battle (sorry gen X). After battling them, Shawn made Chase the new president (actually, Chase felt like he wasn’t ready for the task, but Shawn, who’s actually his dad, pushed him to follow his dream).

Next time, we could take on the next trial over in Mount Houlani or whatever it’s called.

POKE PELAGO VISITORS:

2 wild Spearow (male and female)

wild male Shellder

Hanson (male Alola Diglett)

Whitney (female Miltank)

Picasso (male Smeargle)

Andrea (female Dewpider)

Misty (female Psyduck)

Jordan (male Poliwag)

Eugene Krabs (male Crabrawler)

Richard (male Cutiefly)

Star (Staryu)

Ledyba (male)

Adam (male Eevee)

Aquaman (male Wishiwashi)

Matthew (male Machop)

Tiana (female Tenatcool)

Houdini (male Drowzee)

Maggie (female Makuhita)

Ruth (female Trubbish)

Margaret (female Misdreavus)

Mineral (Carbink)

Brody (male Pyukumuku)

Edwin (male Sylveon)

Jonathan (male Delibird)

Pipsqueak (female Alola Grimer)

Serena (female Bounsweet)

Maurice (male Magby)

Paris (female Paras)

Deirdre (female Drifloon)

David (male Slowpoke)

Gretchen (female Fletchling)

King Nappy (male Gastly)

Precious (female Lillipup)

Frank (male Abra)

Lillian (female Petilil)

Michael (female Mankey)

Finn (female Finneon)

Ivan (male Rockruff)

Rachel (female Alola Rattata)

Brock (male Bonsly)

Mariah (female Igglybuff)

Gary (male Magikarp)

Byamba (male Munchlax)

Wilhelm (male Wingull)

Samantha (female Trumbeak)

POTUS (male Yungoos)

Seth (male Goldeen)

Xmas Tree (female Phantump)

ZYGARDE CELL COUNT: 15/100

NEW CAPTURES: Trubbish (female, Ruth)

TEAM UPDATE:

Sabrina, female Salazzle, level 36, Flame Burst, Leech Life, Toxic, Venoshock

Victoria, female Charjabug, level 37, Spark, X-Scissor, Charge Beam, Crunch

Krystal, female Mudsdale, level 37, High Horsepower, Double Kick, Heavy Slam, Rock Tomb

Poli, female Oricorio (Pa’u), level 37, Aerial Ace, Air Slash, HP Grass, Air Cutter

Jason, male Primarina, level 37, HP Grass, Sparkling Aria, Psychic, Disarming Voice

Free Hugs, male Bewear, level 34, Brick Break, Payback, Brutal Swing, Aerial Ace