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ooc; I will be working on replies shortly. This post is also a psa! 

I’m going to be removing my canon muses from this blog. I’m dropping them and only keeping Stiles, Dean and Barry! I have moved each of them to their own blogs. This also means I’m dropping my threads with the canons I’m no longer writing (Stefan, Peter, Remy, etc.).

Stiles: @runswithwolvesx Barry: @lightningspccd Dean: @headstrongwinchester

This blog will continue as an OC blog. If you’re interested in following the other blogs, feel free! I’m going to be following some of you from them shortly, jsyk. 

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ooc; I will be working on replies shortly. This post is also a psa! 

I’m going to be removing my canon muses from this blog. I’m dropping them and only keeping Stiles, Dean and Barry! I have moved each of them to their own blogs. This also means I’m dropping my threads with the canons I’m no longer writing (Stefan, Peter, Remy, etc.).

Stiles: @runswithwolvesx Barry: @lightningspccd Dean: @headstrongwinchester

This blog will continue as an OC blog. If you’re interested in following the other blogs, feel free! I’m going to be following some of you from them shortly, jsyk. 

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ooc; I will be working on replies shortly. This post is also a psa! 

I’m going to be removing my canon muses from this blog. I’m dropping them and only keeping Stiles, Dean and Barry! I have moved each of them to their own blogs. This also means I’m dropping my threads with the canons I’m no longer writing (Stefan, Peter, Remy, etc.).

Stiles: @runswithwolvesx Barry: @lightningspccd Dean: @headstrongwinchester

This blog will continue as an OC blog. If you’re interested in following the other blogs, feel free! I’m going to be following some of you from them shortly, jsyk. 

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I look into the mirror and I hate what I've become 'Cause I'm the only casualty From damage that I've done I'm the only enemy in world war me

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Arms wide open I stand alone I'm no hero and I'm not made of stone

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ooc; I’m home! I’m gonna work on more drafts and replies. Slowly though, I’m trying to get some new icons and gifs for my muses. ^^

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Muse: Allison Argent.

About: A strong willed huntress who works as a firearms dealer and enjoys archery.

Open to: Anyone and everyone (18+ only).

Wanted: Stranger, acquaintance, friend, lover, family.

Description: This can be anything! There’s no set plot for this and I love just going with the flow, but ideas are always very much welcome if you have any!

“Hello?” the young huntress called out, having visited Melissa at the hospital because she had established a close bond with the woman and sometimes, Allison had lunch with her too. It had been fun, with Melissa always giving her advice when she needed it and Allison gladly listening to the nurse’s stories. She was glad that she was befriending Scott’s mom because the brunette honestly thought that Melissa McCall was an amazing person and everyone should have someone like her in their life - Allison was just lucky enough to have her. But after leaving the room that she’d had lunch in with Melissa, she noticed that the hospital was clearing out because people were screaming and running around in fear and she had no idea why they were doing that. What was going on? Was there a dangerous person in the building? Damn it, I don’t have my weapons.

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As people scurried in many directions, the older Winchester brother aimed his handgun right at the werewolf that stood before himself. This wasn’t any old omega. No, it was an alpha; a beast that was half man, half wolf. Thick black fur littered the creature’s body but blood dripped from it’s claws and it’s mouth. “You’re not getting out of here alive on my watch, you ugly son of a bitch!” The hunter spat, aggravation in his husky voice. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, shooting off a few silver bullets. They impaled the wolf and the beast let out an eerie, blood curdling howl before snarling, saliva spilling from it’s canines. The bullets didn’t even slow the bastard down and suddenly, Dean’s emerald eyes widened as the creature shot right for him, charging in his direction. Being hit in the gut with full force, Dean flew backwards through the propped open door, colliding with the wall with such force, it cracked; spiderweb like lines decorating the white surface. Groaning loudly, he collapsed to the ground, handgun no longer at his side. Blinking away the pain, he stared at the werewolf as it sauntered over towards him with deadly determination behind it’s ruby eyes. As it towered over the hunter, he clenched his jaw. Without Sam, he was stuck in a pretty deadly situation once again.

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The look in her hazel eyes told him plenty, his own gaze softer as honey hues linked with hers. Stiles was definitely turned on and he never minded being intimate with Malia in a physical way, but the way she peered at him had him reeling for a moment. He knew he was in love with her, always had been since he’d realized it. However, being intimate in a fashion such as this was different.  It didn’t mean he didn’t want to reach the pleasurable climax, but he wanted to relish in such a tender moment between them a while longer. Once she brought him into a kiss, his lips seared against the hybrid’s, her fingers threading through his hair caused a shiver to slip down his spine. With each thrust, he rolled his hips forward with just enough strength that she could take in every inch of himself. At her words, Stiles pulled back from the heated kiss, prying open his eyes though they were only half open. He peered at her deeply, eye contact not wavering. “I love you, ‘Lia,” He assured her, his eyes conveying the deep fondness he had in his heart for the hybrid woman. There was no other person he would have rather had these feelings for or this connection with. Stiles was quite aware that there was no other woman on the planet like her. No one as brazen or bold, as selfless and loyal, as fearless and blunt. However, all of those qualities were reasons he’d come to love her. She had needed a lot of guidance when he’d first met her but she had blossomed into such a beautiful masterpiece that Stiles was constantly left in awe or amazed by Malia. Inching his face closer to hers, he pressed his forehead into the brunette’s. “I always will,” He added finally, sealing the centimeters between them with a light kiss to her lips.

[heartfrosted]

❛ Could you just hold still for like two moments. ❜ Caitlin let out an agitated sigh, ❛ Barry!! ❜   

@dirigentesxstella w/ barry.

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Even if he was able to heal rapidly, it didn’t mean that his injuries didn’t hurt. Barry winced as he tried not to squirm too much while Caitlin worked on patching him up. “I’m sorry! It stings.” He responded, brow crinkled in discomfort. Being the Flash came with pros and cons. More notably, sustaining any type of injury was not fun. "I'm sorry," He muttered once more, steeling himself for what was to come next. 

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ooc; working on some drafts, finally, i know. i’m still at my aunt’s place so, things have been slow going. partially because i’ve been addicted to mortal kombat as well lol. anyways! i’ve got quite a few more to work on but  i’ll get to everything within the next couple days, promise!

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“I’m an omega.  I’m in heat.  I just washed away some of it, and the scent to attract alphas.”

Upon pulling on some shorts, he realized how this might sound.

“It’s not a sexual thing.  I mean, the claiming can be.  It’s meant to get an omega…or lone wolf…into a pack.  To attract an alpha to them so that they can be accepted into a pack.  It makes the lone wolf week so they can’t run from the alpha.”

Unfortunately, some alphas used sex to claim instead of just a scent exchange.

“So calling Scott would be bad right now.  Because he’ll feel like he has to accept me.  And I want him to do that because he actually wants me.  Not because he feels bad.”

Stiles’ eyebrows shot up when Derek revealed why he’d had the fever, why the black ooze had been leaving his pores. “So... this is just another wolfy thing that I had no clue about?” Why hadn’t he heard of this before? Shaking his head slightly, Stiles huffed out a small sigh, his chest falling with the breath. “Alright, no calling Scott then.” Although, if Stiles had his way, he’d feel more comfortable having Scott around. Maybe he could help Derek with this problem more than Stiles could. Hell, if Derek accepted Scott as an alpha then it would rectify the entire situation. But, if the claiming were sexual would that mean that Scott would get frisky with Derek? 

That thought lingered in the back of Stiles’ mind for a good moment. Much longer than he’d wanted it to. Blinking rapidly, he paced over and grasped hold of a towel, extending his arm so that Derek may reach for it. “Considering you nearly passed out, I’m not leaving until you’re better. Even if there’s not much else I can do for you right now.” He needed something to distract himself, to keep his thoughts away from the ideas of what sex might be like as a werewolf. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.” Stiles prompted finally.

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MY MUSE IS ABOUT TO KEEL OVER OF TIREDNESS/SLEEP. WHAT WILL MUSE DO? SEND YOUR MUSE REACTION.

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“Why not? Not like you’ve ever done that before. See? I make sure you try out new things and have fun. You’re serious enough when you’re at work.” Malia commented, smiling at Barry after his lips had found hers in a loving kiss. She let out a small laugh when he realized that she hadn’t been joking because she really hadn’t been. Malia would actually do things like that and if Barry wanted to do them with her, then all the better. “Perfect.” she nodded, her face moving towards his once more and kissing him gently again, though letting her lips linger against his for a little bit longer this time. Being close to Barry felt like it was long overdue after such a draining day and all Malia wanted was to relax and maybe fall asleep in his arms. She felt like they were solid when it came to their relationship and the brunette hoped that at some point, Barry wanted to take the next step since she could see herself doing that with him. She hadn’t said it to him out loud just yet, but she did feel like Barry was the one that she wanted to spend her life with. “Tell me about your day. Aside from the stuff you said about Singh.”

A wide smile filled Barry’s lips when Malia mentioned that she had him try new things, a slight nod of his head as he agreed, emerald eyes flickering with happiness in her direction. “I don’t mind trying new things. Not when you’re involved.” Her gentle kiss allowed him to melt a little further under her touch, the lingering of her lips against his causing a flutter of his heart in his chest. He couldn’t recall the last time someone had made him feel the way Malia did. Bartholomew knew that he was starting to really fall for the hybrid, his insides twisting with butterflies as the thought crossed his mind. His arms curled around her body, a freehand roaming up her arm and forearm until it reached her hand, digits linking between her own fingers, intertwining with the woman’s. “It was pretty uneventful, actually. You know that case that’s been all over the news? Singh had me test more of the evidence and we found a match to the suspect because of some blood spatter on his shirt. Nothing major but, it seems like the case against him keeps building. He’s not going back out on the streets, so that’s a relief.” Shrugging his shoulders, Barry inhaled slowly. “No work for the Flash either. So, I figured I’d call it an early night and spend some quality time with my girlfriend.”  He bumped the tip of his nose against hers in an affectionate manner. “How was your day, hm? Besides coming home to the perfect pizza and the perfect man?” He was joking, but he chuckled softly after his words.

[wearethehopeless]

Fire

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There was a five alarm fire at Lane Medical.  Everyone had been evacuated; but when the Flash had arrived, Doctor Lane had sent him in to get an important piece of research from the building.  He gave directions, and they led to a glass prison.

While the air outside was filled with smoke, the air inside the cell was clear.  Inside was a sleeping boy who was oblivious to what was going on around him.

Until suddenly he wasn’t.

Eyes opened when he felt a presence nearby.

“Please.  Not today.  It’s too damn hot.  No more pokes.”

The boy was shirtless.  His body covered in cuts, bruises, and scars.

This was the medical research.  The being which held the cure for every illness known to man.

“Oh.  You’re not…you’re not Doctor Lane.  Why are you dressed so funny?”

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Hearing there was a fire at Lane Medical meant that Barry needed to get there fast. Once he arrived on the scene, the building looked much like an inferno, flames licking the structure in many places. If he had to guess, this looked like arson but he didn’t have time to evaluate the area. No, he needed to be quick, to rescue whoever else was stuck in the building. A doctor had approached him, given him strict instructions. Without another moment to spare, Barry raced into the fiery building and came upon a glass prison down a narrow corridor. The bruises, scars and cuts that littered the male’s skin caused a concerned look to grow on his face.

“Doctor Lane asked me to find you. Come on. The building’s falling apart and we don’t have much time. You just got to trust me on this.” Barry’s emerald eyes shone with honesty as he inched towards the glass. With one hand, he phased through it, entering the cell next to the unfamiliar male. “We can talk about whatever it is you want to talk about when we’re safe.” 

[literally-lydia]

“I’m not trying to be smooth, I’m trying to make you less pathetic.” 

She had spoken quickly, allowing her tongue to move swiftly as opposed to her brain, which she had let wander to where she had left her copy of the playbook. Was it in the shoebox under her bed-? Hidden away with other memories of the past year or so? Possibly. She was mostly worried that she wouldn’t find it and she’d have to be the one to call him for a copy. God, she hoped she wouldn’t have to. She had probably been too harsh with Stiles, but she didn’t feel too bad about it.

Well, on second thought. She did feel a bit bad; not for being rude to him, but for being the only one wanting to fix their pathetic excuse for a lacrosse team. Yes, they were winning almost every game, but they had so much more room to improve. It didn’t take a genius to see the issue, but she happened to be one, and she had the solution. So, yes, she really was doing her best to make Mieczyslaw Stilinski a little less of a loser. Losers, geeks, and whatever it was that Stiles was… well, it wasn’t Lydia’s cup of tea. 

If it was up to her, people would join teams when they could actually play. They’d also take AP courses if they actually knew what they were talking about and wouldn’t feel the need to suck up to every person of authority they saw. 

Sadly, Lydia’s ideologies would fall on deaf ears, so she didn’t voice them.

Instead, she moved Stiles’ hand off of her shoulder and gave him a small smile. He was going to accept her help, but she assumed it was mostly because he hated the alternative ideas she had. It seemed to be a fair assumption, so she let out a short breath and continued.

“I’ll help you, but only if you listen. I get that you want to add your two cents, but I don’t have all day to plan around your witty comebacks, okay?”

She gave him a slightly brighter smile and dropped the wrist she had moved from her shoulder.

“You have my number, right?”

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Less pathetic? Yeah, that definitely helped her case. Stiles frowned slightly, the edges of his lips curving downwards.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have taken it to heart too much. Lydia shared some sort of bond with Jackson that Stiles would have never understood. Logically, their relationship just didn’t make sense to the brunette but he figured he’d never grasp the depth they shared for each other the way they had. Then again, it probably had to do with the fact that Stiles hated Jackson and everything about him. And it wasn’t just because he’d, at one point, been jealous the jock had dated Lydia. No. Jackson Whittemore had proved to make Mieczyslaw’s existence a living hell and for that, he could never look at the guy in a good light.

Just as the redhead removed his hand from her shoulder, he caught a flash of her smile, a look in her eyes and his own amber hues glistened with excitement then. “None of my own two cents. No witty comebacks. No sarcasm. Got it.” Stiles had a habit of veering far off the subject whenever he rambled on or got too sarcastic for those around him. Frankly, neither of them had all day for his shenanigans. 

A light scoff sounded as he exhaled and his wrist fell limply at his side then. “Of course I do.” He’d memorized the number by heart after she’d given it to him. “Your place? Say around seven?” Stiles reached for his helmet that sat on his vacant seat on the bench. Placing it upon his head, he glanced over Lydia with curiosity. 

There was a lingering of hope behind his honey orbs as he peered at the petite redhead. "Unless you've got a better place to be?" He then grasped up the lacrosse stick, knowing that the coach would be on his ass if he didn't get onto the field within the next few moments.

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Hastily, Stiles moved his hands to her hips, taking a firm hold of the brunette as her hips continuously rocked into him. He could feel the pleasure coursing through his veins, knotting in his abdomen, causing his eyes to screw shut tighter. His body trembled from delight, his own hips grinding upwards, his member pressing as deeply into Malia as he could. “Malia, fuck,” He moaned out her name, not willing himself to be quiet about it. Another series of moans echoed in the space around them, mingling with the enjoyable sounds escaping his girlfriend’s lips. When she nearly pleaded for more from him, Stiles’ amber hues flung open, the sight of her dark chocolate locks spilling down her body a beautiful sight. His fingers curled tighter around her sides, thumbs grazing her skin in the process. “You feel... amazing...” Stiles managed to quietly tell her, though he could barely form a thought, let alone a sentence. Halting her in her movements for a moment, he guided himself out of the hybrid and in one swift movement, he pressed his palms flatly against her back, raising into a seated position. His lips captured hers heatedly and he guided her off his lap, positioning himself so that he could lay above her, hands gently guiding her back to the couch. Once Malia was on her back, he hovered over the woman, his tongue teasing her lower lip while a subtle moan spilled from his lips. Using a free hand, he guided his member inside her once more, slipping past her slick folds. Slowly, he sunk all the way inside her, rolling his hips. 

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ooc; I’ve got a lot of replies to get to. I’m still at my family’s home but hopefully, I’ll be getting home tonight. I will work on drafting everything and whatnot when I get home and if I’m not too tired, I may post some replies before bed! I really hope I get to go home today because I miss my dog so much. ;~;