"Nemiiii, I wan' that one!... Pleaseeee..?" You flashed your big doe eyes at him, pointing at the bright pink juicy track suit you had yet to acquire.
You had been meaning to buy one for quite a while now but could never find one in the color you want, unfortunately.
"No. The jacket alone is $113, baby, an' you haven't quite been on your best behavior today" He replied, never breaking his gaze away from the Jordans he was looking at. He was referring to the 8 bags he was already holding. (Even though you had repeatedly told him you could pay if he didn't want to).
Your arms flopped down at your sides in defeat, the bangles and bracelets on your wrists clinking together as you pouted up at your fiance.
You felt the familiar sting of tears well up in your eyes at the denial. You really wanted it. And you'd be damned if you weren't gonna get it by the end of the day.
You smirked as an idea popped into your head, and stepped closer to Sanemi. Your left hand came up to grab at his right biscep and your right hand moved to lay on his chest.
Your tan wedges added a good few inches to your height, making it easier for you to reach and whisper into his ear. "Oh really? So there's nothing I can do to change your mind, huh?... Bumer, I was thinking some time on my knees might do the trick" You knew you had him wrapped around your well-manicured finger by the way his eyes shifted slightly to towards you in contemplation.
He grunts under his breath, "Your on, princess. You make me cum an' it's all yours baby, " He leaned closer to you as he spoke.
You smiled up at him, your glossy lips shining and your sickeningly sweet Victoria's Secret perfume intoxicating him. His head was getting foggy at just the thought of your plump lips slickly wrapped around his already hardening cock.
You led him out of the store, looping your arm in his as you shut your brain off and let him lead you to the family bathroom in Macy's. Good thing it was a Wednesday and there wasn't many people here at the mall.
You and Nemi liked coming here on Wednesday's because you had worked at this mall in your teen years and knew that Tuesday was the day that all of the restock items came into the stores, and nobody's comes to the mall on Wednesday, so you get first picks at all the good stuff.
The two of you had already been to Victoria's Secret, and bought some new sets fro special occasions, Zumiez to get Nemi some new pants, - there was a sale - and to get you some new beanies. You had also spent almost $200 at Spencer's, buying brand new 'adult' toys to try out later. You had also stopped at Forever 21 to get a new dress for you and Nemi's date night on Saturday.
But for now here you were in a family bathroom that was, surprisingly clean. Nemi sat down on the closed toilet seat, after unbottoning his pants and shrugging off his jacket and tossing it on the floor in front of him, leaving him in a white wife-beater.
"Kneel on that. Now." His voice was stern and dominating. The lowness of it combing over your body, almost forcing you to kneel down in front of him.
"Well? Get to it slut... Don' tell me your backing out now, after allat talk earlier" His crystal white grin was sinister, but nonetheless put you into a deadly trance.
He didn't wait any longer and pulled out his raging hard-on. He wasn't the longest you had seen, - you had never really liked them too long - but his girth. My god, you could go on for days about how perfectly his thickness fit inside your holes.
You knew you had to be leaking at this point. You could feel the sticky wettness on your thighs. His dick was leaking at the tip, giving away how excited he actually was right now.
You breathed in deep, inhaling the heavy scent of his musk. It made your vision hazy and clouded your brain. Your head with filled with non stop thoughts of his cock.
Finally, you leaned forward and gripped the base with your small, manicured hands. Your gaze never left his as you left small kitten licks up and down the sides of his manhood, tracing the prominent veins lining his shaft.
Your mouth came back up to the top, tongue trailing along the bottom, where he had the thickest vien out of all of them, your pink tinted lip-gloss leaving kiss marks along his thickness.
You popped his tip into your mouth and sucked slightly. "Oh fuuuck, that's good, baby" He grunted out, in between heavy sighs.
His reaction pleased the hell out of you, motivating more movement from your tongue as you sunk further down his dick. You pulled back up and hollowed your mouth around him, creating a stronger suction than before.
His hips stuttered and lifted towards your hot mouth. "Shit!" He murmured under his breath as one of his large hands came to the back of your head, pushing you down on his cock as he fucked into your throat harshly. "Bet you like this don' you, baby?" You answered by humming out a muffled 'mhmm'.
"Course you do, your my good girl, after all. M'perfect baby. You belong to me. Nobody else can do what I do, huh? I've ruined you, haven't I?" His voice got more coarse and his hips sped up their pace. You could tell he was close. He always talks like this when his on the brink of coming.
You reached up to the hem of your strapless bubble-gum-pink dress and pulled it down, letting your plump breast fall from their confines. The silver of your pierced nipples shining in the harsh bathroom lighting.
Letting go of him, you grabbed both of your breasts and lifted yourself up into your knees, wrapping them around him as you continued to suckle on his tip.
"Holy shit! M'gonna cum princess, g'na cum down that pretty throat then m'gunna take you home and fuck that perfect little pussy" His pants were getting faster and faster as he chased his release.
You gazed back up at him through tears and subtle lash extensions. You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked harder, simultaneously moving your tongue around his tip and sliding your tits up and down his shaft.
"Holy fucking- shit baby, so fuck- so fucking good" His breathing was speeding up and shallowing out. You could tell he was about to cum, so you kept to what you were doing until you heard him suck in a quick breath and felt his hips stuttering.
His warm fluids flowing down your throat, so hot you thought it might be boiling. His hand came down unto the back of your head and his cock pushed to the back of your mouth, sending his cum further down your throat, giving you no choice but to swallow.
As you pulled off and caught your breath he spoke, "fuck baby, keep sucking me off like that and I'll buy you whatever the fuck you want"
You smirked, and wiped the corner of your mouth while standing up. Grabbing the straps of your dress you readjusted yourself, before turning to Sanemi. "Maybe I will then" you turned to the mirror in the bathroom. And reapplied your cherry lip-gloss.
He shrugged his pants and underwear back up and came behind you to rub your hips with his much larger hands.
You finished touching your face back up and turned to meet his lips in a soft kiss. You practically melted into him as his arms circled around your waist.
He pulled away and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together, and walking you out of the bathroom.
Coming from a black woman, looking for actually neutral/diverse fics on Tumblr(of all sites) is hell, besides Wattpad which is the underwold. Why you ask? Cause each category is dominated by a certain type, especially White/Caucasian as the standard/average. I'm not trying to be seen as close-minded with these statements.
Example: You search Chubby! Reader / Curvy! Reader, its mostly smut instead of fluff or angst, particularly monster smut. Or vice versa, you search for (neutral) monster smut, but mostly get Chubby! Reader / Curvy! Reader, or at the very least implied, along the lines of and I quote: 'only your fat p*ssy can take them anyway'.
Example: You search Black! Reader / POC/WOC! Reader, its mostly smut again instead of fluff or angst. And even then, its not much of a difference compared to a truly neutral reader. Though there are also too many times where everything is HEAVILY stereotyped, like the overuse of AAVE and how reader/chars acts more assertive/aggressive.
Not to mention, how items are tagged. If reader's appearance or name is described, its NOT an 'x Reader', but now an insert/OC. 'Well I wanted reader to have straight black hair, green eyes, and fair skin cause I have those traits-' NO. Cause I did NOT flush pink. Or perhaps when I read smut, but reader is coded to be on chubby side which was not labeled.
Overall, I just wish I didn't have to go out of my way to read a certain! reader type just to get the bare minimum, or worse, see none / barely any. I just find it odd how POC/WOC! Reader, Chubby/Curvy! Reader, and Diverse! Readers seem more.. sexualized. Or how it seems the only time we're included that it is indeed for smut and nothing else.
warnings: smut, mdni, aged up mike, not grammar checked
makeup sex with mike is slow and passionate
-loves to praise you, and whispers little apologies in your ear.
-"you look so pretty like this baby." "i'm sorry for yelling at you, you don't deserve that."
long sensual foreplay
-he doesn't do it to edge you like he usually does, he does it to show his care and love for you, and how he isn't nervous to take his time praising every inch of you.
it usually goes like this slow make out session, touching and prasing your body, rubbing your clit and then love bites. like everywhere.
-If you ever had enough of his long foreplay you'd always ask him if he was "gonna fuck you or not". And that would be his indicator that you were ready.
-Now if you were being "bratty" he would simply ignore your question.
-But since he feels bad and wants to please you, he's your puppet and you control the strings.
mike dims the lights and starts taking your clothes off.
-even though you feel like you shouldn't be this paperd mike loves it.
-he loves the fact he's undressing, the fact that he is taking the clothes off your body.
-and mike is a huge thigh guy so whenever he takes off your pants, skirt, shorts etc. he always kisses your thighs and loves to hear your slow sigh and how your thighs tighten to his touch.
-you'd feel bad that your getting all of this while mike receives nothing in return so whenever you try to please him by softly grazing your finders of his clothed dick, he would say something like this.
-"baby, please let me pleasure you today you can return my gift later."
after care
-aftercare is the most comforting thing, especially after makeup sex.
-you and mike always cuddle after, and watch a movie or something like that.
-he would play with your kinky hair or just rub your body all over.
-at the end of the day, mike really does feel sorry if he ever got mad at you, and even if it doesn't end in makeup sex you would still accept his apology.
ik this is probs ass but this my first fic soo yeah
Summary: basically a moment before and after my man's death👰🏾♀️
Mentions - Gojo's death, Jjk Manga spoiler 261 I think???
All the pretty stars shine for you, my love am I the girl that you dream of?
The wind blew as you both laid in the bed comfort of your shared apartment. Stars shining throughout the sky you've always thought they looked the prettiest when they stood out at night. You turned to him, thoughts in a jumble you couldn't shake them off something didnt feel right yet you couldn't put your finger on it.
All those special times I spent with you, my love they don't mean shit compared to all your drugs
"What’s on your mind?” Satoru asked softly the wind blew through your hair, curls flying into your face as he gently moved them out of the way.
“Toru can you promise me something?”
“Promise you’ll always come back to me...” You breathed out before continuing "Promise no matter what happens you'll always find a way back to me..."
I'll wait for you, babe, you don't come through, babe you never do, babe, that's just what you do
Satoru stiffened, trying to find the right words to say he knew you were always paranoid about him leaving and not coming he did too sometimes.
"When this is all over, I promise { ☆ } we'll get married, have our own little family"
"Pinky promise?"
Satoru laughed " I pinky promise baby"
Don't say you need me when you leave and you leave again
Oh, how the Gods laughed in your face, you never how cruel they were till now... He just laid there bleeding out it was a horrifying sight you wanted to throw up but you couldn't move stuck in shock and fear your legs couldn't help but rush to his side even if Sukuna was looming over him with that same smile he always had.
Satoru couldn't even utter a word as blood leaked from his mouth. You knew he was going to die and you couldn't help but cry. Yet, Satoru still tried to comfort you by gently holding your hand. He wanted you to be happy. That's all he wanted really, You held half of him in your arms, feeling the life slip away with each passing moment. His skin was slowly turning cold to the touch, and his eyes stared blankly into yours
Don't say you need me if you live last, you're leaving
"No..no.no..no baby hang on" You cried out as you held Gojo's head in your lap looking out at his current state.
"Hold on baby...helps on the way okay..?" You knew it wasnt but you hoped there was. Satoru continued to hold your hand, desperately squeezing it as your voice became more and more choked each moment. His lips moved as he struggled to say something but then he coughed out more blood. His head leaned back as he closed his eyes slightly. His breathing became shallower and shallower by the second.
"Come on baby you gotta stay awake for me..you gotta stay with me..remember? you promised you'll always come back to me..." tears were running down your face fast at this point, you held onto Gojo's hand tightly as you brought his to your face.
Your tears fell like warm rain on Satoru's face as you repeated that promise… the one he gave you. Satoru's chest barely moved now. His breathing was shallow... and his heartbeat was almost nonexistent. Satoru's stared blankly into the sky.
"No..no.no..baby keep your eyes open for me..baby... Baby..wake up..this isn't funny...wake up..please.." You were almost screaming for Satoru to wake up, You couldn't live without him he was the love of your life, His heartbeat was too faint now. You could hear his shallow breaths
Cause I'm pretty when I cry, I'm pretty when I cry...
You just wanted this to end already yet it seems like the gods had more planned for you...
In reality Sukuna would’ve killed you before you could even step towards Gojo but let’s be delusional😍
Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.
Chapter 46: Beasts
Scott looked through the guards' pants as Liam kept touching the barrier. Sam went to look through the other guards' pants.
Scott pulled out a card and a walkie-talkie. He pressed on the button. "Does anyone have eyes on the Closed Unit? I need a status report." Scott asked.
"It's a war zone down here." A security guard reported.
"Uhm, 10-4.", Scott replied. "And what about the patients? Lydia Martin?"
A new voice blurted. "Who is this?"
Liam and Sam looked at him in panic. "It's…Unit Nine.", Scott rushed, making Sam look at him crazy.
He wasn't good at this.
"There is no Unit Nine.", the same person replied. "Who is this? How did you get…"
Before he could finish his question, Scott quickly crushed the radio and dropped the broken pieces.
"You're an idiot.", Sam said. Scott shrugged unapologetically. "All right.", Scott said. "We need to figure out another way to get into this Closed Unit."
"How are we gonna do that behind mountain ash?", Sam asked and Scott shrugged.
"I don't know yet," Scott replied. "But there's somebody else here that might be able to help us."
"Who?", Liam asked. "Meredith," Scott replied.
They ran off to Meredith's room. As soon as they got there, said girl was sitting on a desk chair, her back facing them.
Scott pressed a button and a sound buzzed, allowing them access.
Sam closed the door quickly.
"Meredith," Scott called. She didn't reply. "Meredith? It's Scott. Scott McCall."
Scott glanced at his betas as Meredith didn't move at all. Scott turned the chair around and saw that Meredith had a black eye and a blank look on her face.
Scott knelt down and grabbed her hand. "Hey, Meredith, can you hear me? We need your help. We're trying to find Lydia. We're trying to get her out of here."
"Scott, I think we better go.", Liam suggested.
Scott ignored him, "Meredith, listen. There has to be another way to get to Lydia. We can't get past the mountain ash. How do we find her?"
"Scott…", Liam whispered, warningly. Meredith just stared in front of her, just completely blank.
Scott looked down and stood up. Before he could pull his hand back, she grabbed it and placed it on her neck, indicating that he'd have to go in her memories.
"I could hurt you.", Scott whispered. She pressed it on her neck and placed her own hand back down. "Okay.", Scott said.
Scott glanced at the two werewolves behind him before he plunged his claws into the back of her neck
Liam and Sam waited in silence. They waited for 5 minutes, and nothing happened.
Liam looked nervous then turned to Sam, "Is it always like this? This… Long?"
"Yeah, it takes some time. Peter's done it to her too. Come to find out he knew her before he became…well, him. It was right after the Hale fire.", Sam said.
They quickly quieted down as they heard distant voices. He glanced at Sam then slowly opened the door. After a couple of seconds, he came back worried.
"Two nurses.", he whispered. Him and Sam looked at each other worriedly before glancing at their Alpha.
Shit.
Sam nodded at Liam. They'd have no choice but to attack the two nurses who came and saw them.
Liam kicked one and the nurse fell back into the wall. Sam does the same with the other one, sending the nurse back by their shadow and knocking him out.
Liam closed the door and smacked the lock. Liam grabbed one of the staff and slammed him onto the door and Sam pulled the nurse off, also knocking him out.
The door buzzed once more and three bigger men appeared.
Their growls shocked Liam and Sam. Were they supernatural creatures as staff members?
"Oh, sh…" Before Liam could finish his statement, one dark-skinned man grabbed Liam by his collar and smacked him on the wall.
The other one came after Sam and reached for her collar but Sam shoulder rammed the man instead, knocking him back.
The other man charged at her with a growl and she stomped, stopping his shadow in place, also making him freeze.
She whipped her hand around, now controlling the man's body to attack his comrade. The controlled man, confusedly knocked his comrade out before Sam quickly knocked him out by slamming his head into the wall.
They were all knocked out.
Liam stood by the door as it was now open and Scott snapped out of his trance and looked at his betas in confusion.
"Is he out?", Liam asked, mentioning to the guy that was laying down in front of him.
"Yeah," Scott said, shocked.
Liam gave him a thumbs up. "Okay.", he breathed out. Sam gave him a high five as he walked back into the room.
Before they could call it a victory and move on, Sam quickly dropped to a knee, covering her ears from the sound of a shrill scream.
The scream was so loud, it blurred her vision for a moment. Even through her blurry vision, she could see Liam had passed out.
"Sam!" Scott knelt down to her. "What's wrong?"
"You can't hear that shit?", she exclaimed in pain. He shook his head and the screams finally stopped.
"It's Lydia.", Sam said dreadfully. "We have to get Parrish."
Scott frowned, "That's what Meredith told me." Liam came back in consciousness and looked at the older werewolves. "C'mon.", Scott said and led them to find Parrish.
They stopped in the stairs, catching him knocked out and half-naked, covered in ash.
"Parrish," Scott said as he shook him a bit. The deputy jumped and snapped his eyes open. He looked around, confused. "How did I get here?"
"We don't know.", Liam replied. "We just followed the burning smell."
He looked down at his hands which were covered in blood and all burnt. "Parrish, listen.", Scott began. "Eichen's in lockdown. There's no way for us to get out unless Plan B works."
"Plan B?", Parrish asked. "What's Plan B?"
Scott looked at us then at Parrish, "Don't worry about it. Right now, we need you to find Lydia."
"Me?" Parrish asked, even more confused. "Actually, not completely you," Liam said. "We kind of need the other you."
"The Hellhound.", Sam clarified.
"How?", Parrish asked.
"You'll see.", Scott said. "We'll, uh, light you on fire.
Sam looked at him with wide eyes. This was a crazy plan b.
Liam looked around and noticed a cart full of cleaning supplies. He threw a can at Scott.
He hesitated and looked at Parrish. "Do it!" He yelled.
Then Scott lit up a lighter and pressed on the button of the spray can. A huge flame came out towards Parrish.
Parrish stood up once more.
He turned back into a hellhound. Flames covered his body for a moment and his eyes turned orange. The flames suddenly died down and flickered in the cracks of his body.
They walked over to the Mountain Ash barrier is. They watched as Parrish walked over to it.
"Parrish?", Scott asked. The deputy didn't respond.
"How's he going to get through the mountain ash?", Liam asked. Parrish walked over the line and it turned blue.
Then Parrish just walked through it and once he touched it, the barrier went up in flames and it destroyed it.
The werewolves walked over and placed their hands through, not wasting any time to run through.
They caught Parrish going into a shower room. He walked over to the end of the room and noticed a vent on the ground. The opening was gaping as if someone had already gone through. Parrish went down on the ladder and the teens quickly followed.
It was a tunnel with pipes alongside the walls similar to the place Sam and Liam saw in his dreams.
Sam quickly found an open door but Parrish pushed past her and moved Stiles back before going to Lydia.
The teens braced themselves as Lydia gasped and started to scream but Parrish wrapped his arms around her and turned up his flames.
Lydia's scream wasn't as loud, but it caused some pieces of the walls and ceiling to fall off. As a result of that, everything was covered in smoke.
Even the floors shook under their feet. They coughed, trying to wave away the smoke that filled the place, waiting as Parrish came out of the smoke, holding Lydia in his arms.
Lydia gasped and Parrish was back to normal.
"Where to?", he asked Scott. "This way," Scott said, leading them all down the halls of the tunnels.
Suddenly, Liam led them out since he knew where to go. "There's a gate up ahead."
"Wait, what about Mason?", Sam asked.
"He's on it. Trust me.", Liam replied.
Scott and Sam looked at each other in confusion. Liam just bolted down the hall, speeding up in front of everyone else. "Liam, slow down!", Scott yelled. "Liam, wait!", Stiles yelled.
They arrived at where the gate was, and they could hear the electricity sparkling. But just as Liam just ran towards it and grabbed it with his hands, it didn't affect him.
The electricity seemed to have gone out. Liam grunted as he pulled the gate on both sides, making it slide open.
He looked back at Scott, "I told you."
Scott just glanced at Sam confused. She shrugged and followed Liam. He seemed to know where he was going. She wasn't gonna question him any further.
They came to a stop and Liam looked up. There was a vent with a ladder leading up and he started to climb it, with everyone following behind him. Once they were all out, Scott slammed it shut.
They watched Lydia in worry. "Can you stand?", Parrish asked Lydia. He placed her on the ground as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
Stiles' Jeep came to them and Malia was in the front seat. Kira hopped out and rushed to their side.
"Is she okay?", Malia asked.
"No," Scott replied, "we need to go. Give me the keys." Malia got out and gave him the keys. "We gotta get her to the clinic."
They jumped at the sound of a slash and Parrish groaned in pain.
They all looked back and saw Tracy holding Lydia, her claws on the banshee's stomach. "Sorry, but she's coming with me."
Sam growled at the girl. "Okay. Tracy, just wait.", Scott said. "You don't know what's about to happen."
"I'm taking her. That's what happening.", Tracy replied. "And none of are you going to do a thing…"
Suddenly, she gasped as someone electrocuted her. She fell down to her feet and Sam quickly caught Lydia. They looked up to see Lydia's mom standing there.
"Could somebody please get my daughter out of this hellhole?", she asked. About the time she realizes.
The teens nod and Stiles and Sam put Lydia in the jeep.
After a couple of minutes, it seemed Scott had issues changing gears, considering the Jeep kept making weird sounds. "Scott.", Stiles said.
"Yeah. I'm trying. I'm trying.", Scott said.
"We're almost there.", Stiles assured Lydia. "Lydia, just hold on, okay?"
Sam constantly wiped off Lydia's sweat with her sleeve, but quickly covered her ears as Lydia let out another Banshee scream. Scott winced in pain.
It wasn't long before they were at Deaton's clinic. Sam and Stiles quickly got Lydia out of the jeep and got inside the clinic.
Deaton rushed into the back as he heard them. "Get her on the table." He hurriedly got some of his tools out. Lydia groaned in pain and Scott and Stiles helped her get on the table.
Everyone looked shocked as Lydia yelled in pain.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa.", Stiles said as she arched her back in pain.
"Hold her.", Deaton said. Lydia started screaming gradually louder and louder, causing everything around them to tremble.
"Doc, I think you gotta do something.", Stiles said, panicked.
"I will.", Deaton replied. He started putting liquid in the syringe he held. "But right now, I need you to keep her still."
Scott and Stiles held both her arms and Sam held down her legs. Lydia groaned in pain as Deaton turned around and walked over to the table. "Steady."
Sam's eyes widened at the size of the syringe. "What the hell is that?"
"Mistletoe.", Deaton replied, and pointed the syringe near Lydia's drilled head.
"Mistletoe?", Stiles questioned. "She's got a frickin' hole in her head."
Lydia groaned, continuing to move and Scott snapped at him. "Stiles, help."
Deaton injected the Mistletoe inside Lydia's head. Suddenly, she sat up and let out another scream causing all the windows to explode.
The blast of Lydia's caused Sam to be thrown back, slumping against the wall behind her. She covered her head as glass shards fell on her.
She looked up and saw Deaton covering his head whilst Stiles was covering Lydia.
He looked down at Lydia and she was unconscious. They stood in silence, anticipating anything else. Stiles brushed the glass shards off her face. "Lydia." She didn't reply. "Lydia?"
Stiles teared up and grabbed her face. "Lydia, come on."
She was terrifyingly pale and her lips were blue. The sight sent Stiles into a panic. "No, no, no, no, no. Come on, Lydia. Wake up. Come on. Wake up. Can you hear me? Lydia. Lydia, open your eyes. Come on, come on. Hey, show me your eyes, okay?", Stiles pleaded. "Lydia, you have to open your eyes."
Deaton looked down, defeated. Surprising all of them, Lydia gasped loudly, opening her eyes.
Sam sighed in relief. "For fuck's sake…", she muttered, placing a hand over her chest and got up to walk back over to them.
"You okay?", Stiles asked and Lydia nodded. "You're okay." He grabbed her hand. "Want to try to sit up?" She nodded as tears bubbled in her eyes. She looked around and spotted her mom in the corner. "Mom?", she croaked.
Her mom walked towards her and pulled her into a hug, "Oh, honey."
Deaton gave the teens a proud smile. "They saved my life, Mom.", Lydia told her mother. Her mom just kept her in a hug and rubbed her back. "Stiles saved me."
Stiles looked back at Scott and smiled. Scott returned the smile and Sam patted his back.
"I'm not paying for the windows.", Stiles said, pointing to the windows. They chuckled at him.
Scott's phone buzzed as Stiles, Sam and Liam sat in the Jeep. "He's headed to the school," Scott announced, getting a text from Argent who was after the beast.
"Why's Parrish headed to the school?" Liam asked. "It's not Parrish.", Scott told him. "At least not right now."
"Okay, why's a Hellhound going to the school?", Liam asked.
"Who knows.", Sam muttered. Stiles replied. "I think he just wants higher education."
"We're just gonna go see him, okay?", Sam said and Stiles pressed down on the gas, driving to the school entrance.
Once they arrived, they got out of the Jeep. They made their way towards the entrance and saw Chris moving toward them. "Where's Parrish?" Scott asked.
"I lost him.", Chris replied. "He's moving too fast.", he said.
"Scott.", Liam called as he looked the other way. "That guy is not moving at all."
Sam followed Liam's line of sight and saw someone covered in blood. They kept walking where they saw blood trails.
"Look…", Liam said. There was a yellow bus with the back door ripped open. It was covered with a bunch of dead bodies. One head lifted up. "Help me.", a male whispered.
Scott ran towards the bus. "It's a trap." Parrish's voice said as he walked over the bus.
"Please…" The man said.
Scott walked forward and Sam stopped him. It felt off. This felt just like Peter's first set up in the auditorium. "Scott, don't."
Scott looked at her. "Is it here?", he asked her. She nodded.
They jumped at the sound of a snarl and then half the body fell down off the bus, blood and organs poured out. The Beast appeared and growled at them.
It was bigger than they expected. Way bigger than Sam remembered seeing.
It lifted up and then it was standing at the front of the bus. "That's big.", Stiles said. "No one said it was that big."
"Didn't exactly have the chance to tell you while I was too busy being kidnapped.", Sam growled.
Then the Beast roared at them. Parrish lit his flames once more and growled back. The Beast ran back in front of the bus and Parrish ran after it. Glass shattered as the Beast jumped out of the front window and Parrish ran to the side of the bus, chasing it.
The teens just stared in shock. "What the hell is happening?", Scott asked.
Chris looked at them in dread. "It's getting smarter."
Liam, Stiles, and Sam were sitting at the table and Scott stood next to Lydia.
"Mason said it's not just a transmitted frequency,", Liam explained. "It's high powered. Like it has to be a really strong signal."
"That makes it shift?", Sam asked. Scott shook his head. "No.", Scott said. "I don't think it's just that. Last night Argent said that it's getting smarter. What if the Dread Doctors are trying to make the Beast grow faster?"
"With frequencies?", Stiles asked, confused.
"No," Scott replied. "By shifting. The frequency is just the trigger. The important part is when it shifts into the werewolf."
"Like Peter.", Lydia said.
"Right.", Scott said. "Yeah, when Peter was an Alpha, he got stronger every full moon. Eventually, the burns healed, and he was back to normal."
"So the Dread Doctors don't want to wait for the full moon.", Liam suggested.
"They want the Beast to be as strong as possible, as fast as possible.", Scott said.
Liam nodded, "Because of Parrish."
"So if this is happening tonight, what are we going to do?", Lydia asked.
Stiles raised his finger, "Uh, we've got one clue to go on." He pulled a map out of his backpack. "This came from the hospital." He placed it on the table. It wasn't a map, but a picture of a bloody shoe print that measures 10 inches. "Whoever's lurking inside the Beast is wearing a size 10 or indeterminate mark."
"Indeterminate?", Lydia asked.
"Means, it's a partial print," Stiles explained. "Basically, it was all we were able to get considering all the fire, blood, and carnage."
"How many size 10s are out there?" Scott asked as he sat down. "Only one with Parrish's blood on the sole.", Stiles said.
"So are we going to try to get the game canceled?", Liam asked. "No, no, we're going to play.", Stiles explained. "But we're just going to hope really hard that it doesn't turn into a blood-soaked massacre."
"Okay," Liam began as Scott stood back up, "But, um…Aren't we kind of missing out on a chance to catch this thing? We don't have the 'who', but we have the 'where' and the 'when'."
Scott hesitated. "There's too many people."
"And we still don't actually know if it's going to happen.", Sam said.
Lydia added. "It just might end up being a regular lacrosse game. It's possible, right?"
"That's absolutely possible.", Stiles said.
"So, we're getting the game cancelled?", Liam asked once more. Stiles nodded. "We're getting the game cancelled."
The only way to do that was to go to the only person they knew that could do it best.
At the Beacon Hills Rehabilitation Center, Coach Finstock had been residing there for the last 7 months.
Stiles, Scott and Sam saw Coach sitting on a couch, slumped as if he was sleeping.
They walked into the quiet building and walked over to the coach, only pausing as they saw his eyes were open but held a blank stare.
"Hey, Coach," Scott called. "It's Scott, Stiles, and Sam." The boys both sat down on each side of him while Sam stood by the table. She glanced at his state. He kinda looked a mess and looked like he had just gotten up.
Stiles waved his hand in front of his eyes. No responses.
"Coach, you're in rehab," Stiles said. "You didn't have a lobotomy."
"Coach?", Scott asked.
"Cupcake.", Sam called, confusing the boys.
Stiles glanced at the chessboard and reached for a piece, but before he could touch one, the students jumped as Coach suddenly just grabbed his arm. Stiles winced at the grip.
"Don't you touch it.", Coach said and lifted up his head. "I've got Nurse Gonzalez by the balls of the last three moves and she knows it."
"Let it go.", Stiles said, rolling his eyes. "You're checking out of this place now."
Coach smiled. "Not a chance."
"Okay, Coach," Scott said, catching Coach's attention. "But we know you're fine."
He started shushing his former players. "I have a debilitating disease.", he claimed. Sam raised an eyebrow.
"It's called "I'm not going to take another arrow to my stomach-phobia.", Coach specified. Sam gave him a confusing look and turned to her best friend.
Stiles gave her a grimace that she knew he'd tell her later.
"Look it up!", Coach defended. "No one's gonna shoot arrows at you, coach. Okay?", Sam reassured and Coach frowned at her.
"We just need you to coach the charity game.", Scott said.
Finstock scoffed, "Charity? Not a chance."
"How exactly have you been conning them into letting you stay here?", Stiles questioned.
"I, uh…" He stuttered as he tried his best to come up with a lie. "I have relapses. It's – It's serious. I've had seven of them."
Sam gave him a disapproving look. "So once a month?", Scott asked.
"Yeah, you see, uh, every time they are just about to discharge me, I relapse.", Coach explained.
"And no one's noticed that pattern?", Stiles asked, sarcastically.
"I have phenomenal health insurance," Coach argued. "So why don't you all get the hell out of here. I hate charity games. They're meaningless."
"I don't think the charities would agree.", Stiles said.
"What's it for this year?", Coach asked.
"Cancer.", Sam replied.
"For or against?", he asked, making Sam look at him with wide, concerned eyes. "Against, Coach.", she expressed. "Deeply against."
"Yeah, okay, well I'm deeply not interested.", Coach whistled and motioned them to get out of there.
"Coach, we need you.", Scott pleaded.
He tapped the boys on their backs. "I will never coach there again."
"That's okay.", Stiles said. "Because we don't actually need you to coach the game."
Coach gave them a confusing look. "We need you to forfeit.", Scott clarified.
The older man just stared at them but didn't reply. He looked at his former student manager. "You guys really need me?", he asked.
"As your manager, would I ever lie to you?", Sam asked, shrugging.
Coach gave a little chuckle and leaned back into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. He nodded once more, "Okay."
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Sam and Lydia walked down the school field, watching the players and audience getting ready for the game. Sam spotted Liam and Scott on the other side of the field. "I feel like everyone one here could be wearing size 10s," Sam told Lydia.
"It's a teenager too.", Lydia reminded. "Which doesn't help, considering there's a bunch of teenagers here.", Sam said. She frowned. "I wonder if Coach is actually going to forfeit the game."
Scott and Liam were looking over at the news vans. There were so many of them. Too many liabilities. Too many people.
Lydia and Sam looked up as the giant spotlights turned on. Scott jogged up to the girls. "It's time."
Sam nodded and they quickly followed him and Liam inside of the school. They went into the locker room to get ready and joined the others in one of the classes.
"Hey." Mason said. Sam gave him a reassuring smile, sensing his nervousness.
Kira walked in with her Lacrosse uniform and sat down next to Mason. Then Scott, Stiles and Liam walked in.
"Hey guys.", he said as he reached the spot that we were at. "Tonight is an important night…" He trailed off then looked over at Mason. "Mason, you know your part…"
He nodded. "Corey and I break into the Devenford Bus and search for their shoes."
Scott nodded and then looked over at Malia, "Me and Sam take out the TV vans.", Malia said. "Right before the whistle, Coach forfeits the game.", Stiles said.
"Do you think he'll actually do it?", Sam asked him.
He sighed, "I hope so."
"Lydia," Scott began, "You stay on the bleachers and look for anyone suspicious or that leaves or anything stange."
Scott looked over at Liam. "The rest of us are looking for a size 10 with a bloody sole."
"Just out of curiosity…", Malia started. "What if it doesn't work? What if we have to go up against this thing? I mean, I hate to bring up bad memories but Scott's still healing from what Theo did to him."
"No, he's not.", Kira said, making Sam and Malia look at her in confusion.
"She's right.", Scott replied. They looked at his stomach and he lifted up his shirt, revealing healed skin.
"It happened the night we got Lydia out of Eichen House.", Scott explained. "I healed. When we were all together again, when we were a pack."
"Then he's got nothing on us.", Sam said, smiling.
"The Beast doesn't have a pack.", Liam said. "Not like us.", Scott said, proudly. "We can do this, guys. No one dies tonight."
Everyone gave a nod and went along their positions.
Sam followed Malia and sneakily made their way to the news vans. They noticed that the game had already started. Malia looked at Sam in confusion while Sam frowned. "I thought they were going to stop the game?", Malia said.
Sam sighed, frustrated. "Coach never forfeited a game before."
Malia frowned and led Sam to a van, watching as she silently jumped onto the roof. Sam moved to the other van.
Malia ripped the wires connected to her van whilst Sam did the same before evading being spotted. They moved into the other vans and did the same, taking out any type of media connections.
"I got the last two.", Malia told Sam. "Go look for the shoes in the bleachers."
Sam gave her a nod before running off for the bleachers and walked under them.
Before she could move any further, she looked around for Lydia. Where the hell was she???
Sam quickly turned around to see Stiles behind her. "What the hell are you doing?", she asked, quietly.
"Uh, looking?", he hushed her, before grabbing someone's converse. He lifted the end of the shoe slowly, grimacing as the person shook their foot and Stiles quickly let it go.
"That's not gonna work.", Sam whispered. "Forget that, where the hell is Lydia? She was supposed to be on watch."
"She's still trying to get Coach to forfeit the game.", he explained as he tried again.
The two moved from under the bleachers and jumped as sparks flew off the news vans.
They paused as they heard a loud growl. "Shit.", Sam muttered, her heart dropping in dread. "It's happening…"
They peered around as they spotted their younger underclassman following the sound of the growl, sprinting after the beast.
"Liam!", Sam called, warningly and chased after him. Stiles followed. "Liam! Liam, wait!"
Liam's eyes had already changed color, as he jumped as well as the Beast, ready to claw at each other.
People started screaming as they heard the loud, rumbling growls and ran into the school. Sam growled, taking hold of the beast's shadow and tugging it away from Liam.
However, the beast was stronger than her and threw her into a van.
Sam painfully gasped for air as she slumped to the ground, watching it roar and ran towards the people that took refuge into the school.
Stiles ran over to her and helped her up. "It's looking bad."
Hayden showed up, clambering over to Liam. Sam and Stiles helped Liam to stand up. They quickly rushed into the school avoiding the runners and ran into a classroom.
"The desk, the desk!", Stiles yelled at Hayden. Sam and Hayden pushed the desk to him and helped place Liam on it. The young boy shouted in pain.
"Liam?", Hayden called with worry.
He grunted. "I'm okay. I'm fine.", he says, still covered in blood.
Sam ripped his shirt open, and looked at his deep wounds, quickly grimacing. Hayden gasped as Stiles gagged.
"What? Is it bad?", Liam asked.
"No." Hayden said at the same time Stiles said "Very."
She glared at him. Liam started coughing. "Okay.
"Okay, we gotta get you to heal before we can clean you up.", Sam said. "What do you guys usually do when this happens?", Hayden asked.
"Oh, I usually pass out," Stiles said. "And I think I still might do that."
He started zoning out. "Stiles!", Hayden and Sam yelled.
"Okay, okay.", Stiles begrudged.
"He's gotta heal on his own.", Sam said and Hayden looked at her in confusion. "He has to trigger it…"
Stiles spoke up. "Pain makes you human!"
Hayden looked at him. "He's already in pain."
"Right, okay, but maybe adding a little more could help take away the pain.", he said and Liam yelled in pain.
Sam immediately grabbed Liam's arm, absorbing his pain like she had done to Aiden and Stiles.
She groaned in pain, slowly stopping and quickly feeling nauseous again. She watched as Liam panted softly from the reduced pain.
Hayden frowned and grabbed Liam's face, pressing her lips on his. Moments later, he let out a breath.
"Next time I'll kiss him then.", Stiles muttered sarcastically and Hayden just chuckled at him.
Sam's eyes widened as she heard a familiar scream.
Scott.
She quickly ran out of the room, ignoring her friends' cries to stay as she ran down the hall.
She made a turn and saw the Beast slam its hand into a door and pull out the door before stabbing its claws into Scott's chest. Sam partially shifted and let out a loud roar at the beast, catching its attention.
It tossed Scott into the wall and she ran at the beast, slashing her darkened claws where she could reach.
The beast reached for the girl and growled at her, annoyed at her dodging and evasion.
The beast swung its arm, finally catching the girl off guard and slammed her into the wall next to her alpha. She groaned and recovered as best as she could, quickly helping him up.
He shook his head at her, "We have to run." Sam nodded and held her hand out, trying her best to pause the beast by its shadow as they ran into the library.
Scott fell down onto the floor and Sam helped him up again, resting him against a table. They paused as they saw a group of people hiding behind shelves.
"Go upstairs," Scott whispered and they followed his hushed direction.
The older werewolves paused and tensed at the sound of heavy footsteps and anticipated any attacks from the beast.
Suddenly, the door slammed open and it roared at them. Sam and Scott shifted and roared back at it.
They ran towards the beast, but before they could get a hit in, the beast easily smacked both of them away like bugs, slamming them into bookshelves.
Sam let out a yell as she managed to push the beast back by it's shadow once more. She struggled to get up, instantly sensing how much the shove affected the beast.
Scott and Sam managed to stand back up and chased after the beast once more.
The beast reached for Scott and clawed into his shoulder, tossing him into the stairs.
Sam stuck her own claw into the beast's shoulder, ducking away from its swinging.
The beast managed to grab the girl and threw her into another bookshelf.
The Beast went after the young alpha and Scott stared back at it, almost exhausted. It stood on its two legs. But before it could make a move, Liam ran beside his older packmates and Scott moved to the side as Liam jumped into the air. The Beast looked back and Liam smashed his fist against its face.
Suddenly, they heard shotguns and saw Braeden, who aimed her shotgun at the beast and Malia, who let out a low growl.
The Beast stumbled back but shook it off. Malia shifted and growled at it. The Beast growled but jumped out of the library's window and ran off.
Braeden helped them back up as Liam and Malia went to help Scott. They joined each other. Braeden looked at the teens with furrowed eyebrows. "You guys didn't seriously think you were gonna have a chance against that thing, did you?"
"No.", Scott breathed out. "But I got its scent."
Scott started to run out of the school. Liam and Sam quickly followed him.
"Scott, wait. You're hurt.", Liam said as they ran after him. "You gotta slow down."
Scott ran into the parking lot and his betas followed him. Suddenly, Scott stopped at one car. A black one. He lifted up the truck and then a pair of bloody shoes were there.
Mason.
Mason was the beast??
"Scott? Sam?", Mason called, confused and Sam immediately frowned at the boy. "What are you doing to my car?", he asked.
"It's you.", Scott said in realization.
Mason frowned. "What?" He looked over at Liam. "Liam, what's he talking about?"
"Mason.", Sam shook her head. "You're the Beast."
Mason looked at Liam. "Liam?"
Suddenly they caught Corey shifting back and grabbed Mason's shoulders.
"Corey!", Scott called after him. Unfortunately, the boy turned invisible and pulled Mason away. "Corey, wait!", Scott ran off, trying to run after them, but couldn't as he doubled over in pain.
The remnants of the pack stood under the moonlit sky. This entire time… Mason was the beast. Mason was causing the trouble and didn't even know it.
Request by @sciencethot: I think I've told you I'm mixed, black/ white, yeah? It's not easy. Constantly being told we don't belong or we're not whatever we're mixed with, so for me, I'm constantly told I'm not black but I'm also told I'm not white. Well today someone I know and have to interact with for the next two months at least for my internship, posted a pic the summed up to be "mixed kids bad and only last to the eraser of black people. Only have black kids''. And it kinda made me go back to that place of hating myself and how I look and wanting to just get rid of my skin to be fully black... at least my thick, fluffy hair, nose, and lips would make sense and I won't hear whispers from people..I guess...i guess I just want to ask for a comfort fic for Thorin or Bilbo or Fili comforting their f/so in a similar situation. She's heard it all her life and just buried it and let it out alone but one day can't anymore after she hears someone close to saying the same things.
Note: I am so sorry you are having to deal with this, my dear, I wish I could change the world so you never have to hear anything like that again. I hope this fic helps even if it is just a little bit. I love you, keep your head up. You are gorgeous!
The world seemed heavy on your shoulders as you trudged down the hallway to your bedding chambers. Catching your reflection in the window, you couldn’t help but grimace as you recalled the words of your coworker. Remarks about your skin weren’t uncommon, but oh boy were they not welcomed as they were not kind and complimenting ones, but rather cruel jabs about your mixed features and skin tone.
Feeling your lip tremble, you sighed, shutting your eyes as tears began to fill them. You couldn’t take it anymore. You didn’t fit in anywhere, it seemed. You thought moving into Erebor with Fili would make it better, after all, all the dwarves you came across were very friendly and kind. Until you saw how cruel they could be, pointing out the differences between you and them and how different your darker skin was from theirs, but not similar enough to the ‘true’ black people that they have come across during their trades in human-dominated towns.
You weren’t white, you weren’t black. You weren’t a dwarf. You weren’t worthy--
Your thoughts were cut off as Fili carefully touched your shoulder, having been calling your name for a while and receiving no response worried him to no end.
“Oh, dear…” The words slipped out of his mouth as you looked into his eyes, your lips tugged into a frown as you struggled to keep the tears from falling.
“C’mon, let’s get you inside.” Fili motioned toward your bedding chamber doors, knowing how much you despised crying in a public area where anyone could see your walls come down and vulnerability come forth.
“What happened?” Fili couldn’t help but question as the door softly shut behind you two, your arms now wrapped around his form and your face tucked into his neck as you began to cry, releasing all the anguish you’ve held in for so long.
“I don’t belong…” You whimpered out, clutching onto him tighter as you recalled your coworker's words once more before explaining to Fili what happened today at the shop you worked at.
“Mixed children are always bad, it erases the true ethnicity of the person. You should only have children of your race. After all...” The woman looked over to you, an eyebrow raised to emphasize her point.
“She said that to you?” Fili felt anger rise in his belly, the woman's closed-mindedness leaving a bitter taste in his mouth as he rubbed your back up and down.
Remembering how upset you were, Fili shook his head. Now was not the time to question you on if you wanted him to do anything about it, this was the time to give you what you needed. Comfort and reassurance.
Walking further into the room with you in his arms, Fili sat on the bed, his heart-melting as you sat in his lap, clinging to him.
“You do belong,” His words were soft as he gently rubbed your skin, admiring its tone. “You are magnificent and cherished, a symbol of love between two people.” He peppered kisses on your temple, moving to kiss down your cheeks until he reached your full lips.
“These lips, full and soft, carry your words into the room and do not deserve to be hated. They form the phrases of your mind, which are not to be taken lightly. ” Fili spoke before pressing a kiss to them before carrying on his kisses, this time going upward.
“This hair, airy and fluffy, also does not deserve to be hated. It protects the sensitive skin of your scalp and responds to stimuli, sensing movement and vibration. Sometimes protecting you more than anything else…” He pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline.
Pulling back to look at you, you were momentarily stunned by the love in his eyes as he rubbed his thumb on your cheek.
“Your skin,” Fili paused, taking a moment to view your beauty, a soft smile on his face.
“Beautiful and glowing, protecting you against the elements all the while regulating your body temperature to keep you healthy and safe… A true sight to behold, your beauty.” He murmured, almost as if talking to himself as he leaned forward to kiss your cheek.
“I know what she said hurt you, deeply,” Fili began, absentmindedly stroking your cheek again as you leaned into his touch.
“And I know her words aren’t new, which I wish I could magically go back in time and prevent every single remark like that being spoken to you,” You couldn’t help but grin at his protective nature as he continued to ramble.
“But no matter what she says, or what anyone says, you are magnificent. I will never understand the “mixed” experience that you have every day of your life, but I will be here to remind you that you do belong and that your features are your own. Regardless of the physical makeup of those around you, your features make sense. Why? Because they are yours, and no one will ever be you but you.”
Fili brought you into a hug, and this time you felt uplifted by his words rather than crushed by the weight of the hurtful words from before.
“So, my dear, cry if you need to, but know you belong and are worthy of being yourself.”
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