“Daughter, Be Of Good Comfort; Your Faith Has Made You Whole “

Being Jake Sully’s Babygirl

Fic description: 18 + minors DNI!! Domestic life with your husband, Jake, has never been better. He was Toruk Makto, and even, he needed someone to care for him after a long day in the forest. Dom!jake Sully, subby!fem reader, breeding kink, service kink, corruption / innocence kink, daddy kink, size kink, bj, lil bit of age gap (dilf Jake!)

It was almost eclipse, the sun and moon meeting to form a golden halo in the Pandoran sky. You loved domestic life with your mate. Before you met him, you were just incomplete, both emotionally and physically. Who knew you had such an urge to be cared for, to be doted on, I mean it was predictable, you were just so helpless on your own!

You grew up in the Omaticaya as amongst the slowest and one of the weakest, you could never be taronyu, hunter, although you did have your own ikran. You were a healer instead, and vowed to yourself to never associate with men who are taronyu. You feared they would soil your good nature. You feared them, you were a gentle little thing that should just keep to the healers. That changed when Jake Sully came around.

His (previous) human nature puzzled you, yet that was what you loved about him. He was so brave, not afraid, he had a strong heart! You knew that you’d do anything for him, and that he felt the same. He vowed to you, to always protect and care for you, as your mate, when the two of you finally mated under the tree of voices. 

He stayed true to that vow. He woke you this one morning, his large hand rubbed gentle circles in your back as you woke up to look at him. “What is it, ma Jake?,” you murmur sleepily, making grabby hands at him, the secret sign the two of you had for a kiss. He chuckles and obliges, leaning in to kiss you gently. “I have a big hunt today with the war party. Just wanted to let you know, ma muntxate.” You are concerned. “Ma Jake. You won’t get hurt, right?,” your doe eyes stare back into his. 

“God damn. She’s gonna be the death of me,” Jake thinks to himself, as he thinks of ways to reassure his mate. “I won’t, ma yuey. I am Olo’eyktan, don't you worry. I’ll think of you on the hunt.” You smile, a sigh of relief. “I’ll miss you, ma Jake. Don’t know what I’ll do without you,” you say, as you reach up to cling onto him for a bit. That was one of your favorite things to do, was to just stay wrapped up in his big, strong arms. It was the safest place in the world for you!

“You’ll hurry back soon, ma Jake?,” you ask innocently. Jake chuckles. What he wouldn’t do to just miss the hunt entirely so he can stay home and fuck you until you couldn’t walk. Obligations as Olo’eyktan called. “I Will, don’t you worry, sweetheart. You just stay home today, ok? No going out into the forest or nothin.’,” he chides at you. God, he was so overprotective, and you loved it!! 

You agree, he gives you another quick kiss before he gets his weapon and sets off on his ikran to meet the others in the war party, they were at the edge of the forest. You decide to tidy up around the hut for him, but not before getting dressed for the day. 

You opted with a lovely blue-green bead top, with a shell necklace and a few pink feathers for your hair. You felt the hut would look a little better with some flowers inside, so you went out into the forest to find some. Jake usually scolded you if you went out by yourself, for some reason, that made you feel more love for him. You scatter the blue-green petals and leaves all over the hut. 

Next is dinner. Usually, Jake was the one bringing it back to you, but you couldn’t wait for all the praise that was to come if you made him something. You loved it when he praised you, it made you feel so warm and fuzzy!! You went out to pick out some teylu worms, and made a little fire to cook them over. After they were cooked, you put them on a leaf with some flowers scattered over it, and left it wrapped up in the hut. He needed rest too, after all. The fact that he had ten years on you didn’t help, either. He wasn’t that young anymore, and you just wanted to take care of him, like a good little house mate should! 

Eclipse was starting. He will be back soon. For the finishing touches, you wrapped a few leafs around your hips, a makeshift shirt. You knew this was similar to what humans wore. Maybe your mate will like it. You hear the screech of his ikran outside. He was back. You quickly unwrap his dinner, and scatter over to the door to wait for him.

 You hear him climb up the tree, using his muscles to drag up whatever he got from the hunt. He walks through the doorway, slamming a hexapede wrapped in a large jungle leaf onto the floor. “Hey, sweetheart. Had a good day?,” he asks, with a bit of pep to his tired voice. “Yes, ma Jake. I did,” you slyly remark, coming up to him, so he could get a full view of you. He raises his thin eyebrows, yellow eyes hungrily gazing over your decorated little body. 

“Got all dolled up f’me, sweets? You look fuckin’ adorable. C’mere,” his large arms open up to you, which you gladly run into. His fingers tilt your chin up, keeping your head in place as he gives you a long, sweet kiss, which you gladly accept. “What’s all this, huh?,” your mate teases, his smile growing wider as he takes a look around the marui hut. “Did this for you, ma Jake. Want to take care of you. Make you feel good. It is what humans call, a housewife?,” you say, innocently, with a hint of confusion. 

Jake grunts again, his ears folding back, his tail erratic, matching yours. “Is something wrong, yawne?,” you ask. You wonder if you did something wrong. He was supposed to like this! You quickly think of what to do next, since it looked like he did not like your little surprise for him. Jake chuckles, his voice a bit deeper than before. “No, sweetheart. I’m just a lil’ shocked you did this all f’me. You wanna be my housewife huh? Little wife, mate, to take care of her warrior when he needs it?,” he coos at you, his voice slow, deep. You nod quietly as he walks over to the far end of the hut, sitting down, his hands working quickly to untie his loincloth. 

His cock springs up to attention, a large vein on the side pulsing, had you drooling at the sight. “You gonna listen to daddy?” You nod eagerly. “Good girl. Now crawl on over to me, princess,” your mate says as he taps his lap, his cock all angry and waiting for you!! You drop down onto your knees, he smirks, watching you like a predator watches his prey, as you begin to slowly make your way over to him. 

Your dainty little hands grab his large, blue thigh, as you reach his lap, waiting for his next command. “Want y’a to give Daddy’s cock here a nice lil massage, yeah, kid? Nice and gentle.” You nod, the sight of his cock just made you so,so, squirmy! You arch your back, lowering your head so his pulsing cock is at eye level. You reach out your hand to cup his balls gently, you just couldn’t wait to see them swell!!

You use both your palms to cup his balls, you bring your lips down to give them a little kiss <3 after that, moving up to give his cock a few kisses as well,  your tongue tracing that vein on the left of the shaft. You hold eye contact with him, his yellow eyes dilated, his broad chest heaving. “God damn. That’s a good girl,” he lets out a low chuckle, with a hint of a purr. He only purred when he was with you, and you were so lucky to see this side of him. 

His hand, as large as your entire face, comes down to stroke your cheek and rub your head a bit. He was pleased. Good. You just wanted to love on your mate!! “Fuck. How’d I get so lucky, huh? Got a sweet lil’ thing like you around to keep me young.” You nod, giddy with a huge smile adorning your face. You could take his cock all day, only if he’d let you.

One thing you loved about being his mate was the age difference. Jake had around fifteen years on you, his voice was so much deeper than the Na’vi men your age, you loved his stocky arms, you’d sometimes nuzzle your head into his neck, his large head, chiseled jawline!! Younger Na’vi men had none of that. Most essentially, they never had that caring, guiding, almost dad-like way to them. Jake did. Ever since the two of you mated, Jake knew that he had to protect you, love and dote on you. You were his sickeningly sweet and helpless other half. You were his babygirl, and he’d kill for you. 

Your mind drifted back to your most important object that you presently had to attend to. Your mate’s twitching cock. You scoot forward on your knees, folding your legs under you and opening your mouth. Jake chuckles. “There’s a good girl. Didn’t even have to tell you, and you’re already on your knees f’me. Open up, sugar.”

He stands up, towering over you as the leaking tip of his cockhead pushes past your wet, blue lips. You close your lips around it, sucking gently, your tongue traces around the entire tip itself!! His cock just was so big compared to your mouth. You started to gag a bit, but you held those tears back, you didn’t want to disappoint your mate. He only deserves the best, after he spent such a long day in the forest.

 “Aww. Too big f’ ya?,” he taunts. You quickly shake your head, afraid to disappoint him. “That’s what I thought, girl. You got me all nice and wet. Want you on the bed though, sugar,” he condescendingly notes at you, tapping on the mat the two of you slept on, as if he was calling on some kind of pet. 

You quickly move to the hut. It was routine --- you knew what to do. Jump on, on your back, legs open, face forward. Jake slowly moves in, a predator admiring his meal. You feel a little shy, a little vulnerable, you always did when he simply stared at you like that. “Hey.” 

Your eyes quickly moved onto him. “Eyes on daddy, sweetie.” You do as said. “There ya go. Not that hard, is it?,” he asks, cool and collected. 

You nod -- slow, like a scared little lamb. Your small hand coming up to trace patterns on his stomach, toned, with a bit of pudge to it. His broad chest, sometimes you wondered how many stripes he had on him. Those wide, stocky, veiny arms always distracted you, though. It did not help that those same arms were gripping your hips, squeezing your plush, little, body. 

“Fuck, sweetie. Gotta be in you.” He teased you, you shuddered, as he moved in between your legs, swiftly lifting your thighs to drape over his shoulders, with no effort at all. “Open up f’daddy, sweetheart,” he coos at you, as his cock pushes into your dripping, sopping cunt, his throbbing length filling you up, so, so, sweetly!! His now swollen balls lightly touch upon you as he begins to thrust, at first slowly. 

You had your eyes closed for a second. “D’aww. Daddy’s cock too much for his little mate? Eyes open. Don’t make me tell you again.”  A threat. He was in a certain mood. You were there for him to use. You quickly open your eyes to see him towering over you, grunting as he works you to orgasm. You were just his little house mate after all, and you should not have to do any of the work here. Here, he takes care of you!!

One of his large hands comes to pin yours down onto the mat, effectively restraining you. You try to wiggle free, yet his grip was tight, like molded metal. You knew — whenever he had you pinned like this, it was some of his predatory instincts shining through. It just made you even wetter. 

“Daddy…,” you wail out, as he starts pushing in and out of you, at a faster speed, his cock sending you into another world!! He buries his face into your neck, you feel his sharp fangs graze your shoulder slightly, biting down. His grunts turn to growls, hisses, your moans into little yelps and squeals. He was in control as a hunter in the forest, he was in control here, as your mate, your daddy, who took care of you, loved on you, and at the same time drove you insane with his special way of looking after you!! 

“Yeah, sweetie. Lie there and take it. Daddy’s almost done, yeah? Taking this cock like the perfect little girl you are, yeah?,” he grunts out, you feel him twitching inside you. “Want your knot! Ma Jake, please!!,” you beg him. He growls in response. You only were so pathetic for him. Just for him. Your man. He brought you over the edge, along with him. The both of you were so distracted by each other: ears folded back, tails erratically swishing, like two animals in heat, that Jake ended up giving you his knot. 

You felt it swell inside you, basically it was just an evolutionary safeguard — making sure his cock stayed in you for quite some time. Making sure you were bound to carry his child. 

“God damn,” he huffs out, a bit less delirious than he just was. “Gave you my knot, sweet thing. Looks like every Na’vi in this damn village is gonna know who y’a belong to, huh, girl?,” he softly says, as his lips give you a few pecks on your cheek, his hand cradling your face now.  “Yes, ma Jake. I’m yours,” you sweetly purr back at him. You lay your head on his chest after he has flipped the two of you over. Your ear against his squishy (but firm!) chest, you hear his slow, deep purrs compared to your faster ones.

He had his baby girl all knotted under him, he came home after a tough day in the forest to be comforted by the soft womb of his mate. She was so unlike him, and that made his attachment to her grow stronger, every day. 

She felt the same, she loved having a big, strong warrior to provide for her!! She loved that she was going to have this big, strong warrior’s child soon, too.

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Am I wet? Am I on my period? Did I pee my pants?- next on wtf is going on down there.

Okay Bernie stans.

I need you all to prepare yourselves to vote for Biden in November.  

I’m not happy about it either.  I wanted Elizabeth Warren to destroy Trump on the debate floor.  I wanted to watch her shatter the glass ceiling.  I wanted student loan forgiveness, Medicare for All, and refugee and immigrant protections.

But I’m not going to get that.  So I am going all in for Biden.

This can no longer be a matter of “well if I don’t get my way THEN I’M NOT VOTING”.  I’d hoped you all learned your lessons four years ago, but from what I’ve seen on social media, that’s not been the case.  Biden is not ideal but he is better than the alternative.  He is a Democrat who will continue Obama’s legacy.  And you have a shot in hell of getting progressive movements like Medicare for All under a blue majority Congress; we do not have that under Trump.  

Biden is more willing to listen to the progressive factions of the Democrat party than Trump is.  We will get shit done under him.    

We cannot survive a second term of Trump.  I need you all to hold your noses, put on your big girl pants, and deal with it.  Prepare to vote for Biden.

A little Loki x Reader ‘fanfiction’ told by Incorrect Quotes only:

[Loki’s first day at the Stark Tower. He enters the room before you know he’s now part of the team.] You: *points a gun at Loki* Loki: Well, that’s most uninviting. *after a while of silence* Loki: Just curious, is there a reason your gun is still pointed at me? You: Well, there’s probably still some part of me that wants to shoot you. Loki: I get that.

Keep reading

(Bucky and Y/N yelling at each other)

Steve: Being louder doesn’t make you right.

Y/N: It makes me not hear him being wrong.

Tony: I love her.

Dress- Simon 'Ghost' Riley NSFW

Based on a request:

Heyyy there👀 So, it's been a while since I started following you but, your one shots are FUCKING AMAZING!!😭😂

Anyway, I just wanted to ask you, if it's okay would you please right a one shot or anything about Ghost who does material arts(boxing) with reader?! or F1 driver Ghost?! Thanks🥲💖 (It doesn't matter if it's smut or fluff I just really like your writings. by the way sorry if it sounds weird, just first time requesting in tumblr😭🤦🏻‍♀️)

A/N: Said I was going to do Ghost as a f1 driver with smut, so here I am :)

F!Reader, smut, MDNI, F1 driver!Ghost, oral!sex, unprotected!sex, P-in-V, praise, F1 driver au, established!relationship

Simon was one of the best drivers this season, proving to everyone that Räikkönen was right. The iceman himself nicknaming him Ghost for his agile moves and for that fact that on track you can never underestimate his speed or when he'll show up behind you and pass you easily. So far in the season, he has won all races, P1 and nothing less. Fans of the sport excited that the championship is being won by a new driver.

Fan boys and fan girls excited for the season, making him know, he has all their support. All cameras on him as he finished in P1 during qualification placing him as the favourite for the weekend. His opponents and his teammate wishing to fight him for positions. As the interview portion after qualifying was over, the camera caught a glimpse of his girlfriend. The woman that all WAGs, girls and even some male fans were jealous of.

It was known, that he was one of the most loyal romantic partners amongst the drivers that weren't married yet. He never looked at a woman how he looked at you, and that is what always gave you reassurance anytime you had to stay behind during the season.

This time around though, he knew that this was the race he would win the championship in. So, he brought you along, wanted to show you how much he appreciated your support on and off track. So, as you two walked back to the garage, he whispered something in your ear, it was a perverted thing to say but he did so anyway.

Race day came along quick and he was now at the top of the podium, being crowned the champion for the season. The footage of him running up to you and holding you close as you cheered him in replayed over and over. At the podium, he pointed to you and blew a kiss. As the trophy laid on his hands, he kissed it and once more dedicated you that prize. As the night came to an end for the sport, you found yourself sneaking around with him to the hotel.

Now, you lie in bed, each kiss came with a praise. "Because of you, my dear love, I am a winner." another kiss. "God, look at you, so beautiful and all mine." Another kiss. The kisses trailed to your neck, then chest. The tight dress you wore now thrown to the floor. His kisses more eager and full of need. Hickeys on your neck, your panties soon flew to the floor. His large hands cupping your rounded and soft tits. Like an animal, he licks and bites them, being so rough and still praising you.

"Simon-" you try to say more but gasped as without any notice, his hardened dick thrusted inside you. His hands now at your hips, "R/N, c'mon, love, look at me." words so soft like a delicate whisper. But he was not delicate with you. Not tonight after you helped him reach the best record breaker in the sport.

Your moans feeding his ego, the way your hands quickly tried to stop his pace as he hit the perfect spot for way too long made him chuckle. "tsk tsk, not tonight love." He continues to thrust into you, the hotel rooms light dimmed, your breasts making him lean forward and lick them. "Mmm, what a delight you are, my R/N."

"Si...please" you whimpered as his hand kept rubbing your clit. He shakes his head and continues on, not wanting to stop. Needed to make you his like this all night because that is what winners do. He thrusts deeper into you, your back arching by the second. He becomes more aggressive as he feels you tighten around his cock. "Just like that, be a good girl and keep that going." his head thrown back, groans coming from within him. The sweat of you both mixing as your bodies made contact each time.

He pulls out and aggressively makes your get on your knees, you stick your tongue out and soon begin to give him head. You're holding onto him by his hips, groans and moans the deeper he pushes himself into your mouth. The gagging noise and your gasps each time you pull him out, feeding more into the driver. You knew he was about to cum when he keeps your head in place.

"Fuck, love..oh fuck..oh fuck." His thick cum, shooting into your pretty little mouth. He pulls our and then pushes your back into the bed, your legs on his side as he begins to thrust his every needy dick into you. More cum leaking inside, painting your tight walls white. You can feel the way he fills you, how with each thrust, slow or fast, it all leaks from you.

Both of you a moaning mess, he stops his thrusting and instead, leans his forehead to yours, kissing the tip of your nose and smiling. "I needed that, by sweet girl." He cups your face and kisses you.

A/N: man, I have no idea what I just wrote tbh

Tags: @thisuserisaninfpgirl

Legacies - Series

Series summary: Growing up as the Admiral's Daughter Ana knew two things: she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps as a naval aviator and she wanted to do it on her own. Not as the Admiral's Daughter but as Ana Kazansky, or rather Lawson as per her mother's maiden name. Returning to Top Gun for a special detachment proves to be much more complicated than she had anticipated. Between the shifting relationship with one certain colleague, the nearly impossible mission parameters, and her father's illness things are becoming hard to handle.

Pairings: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Ana Theodora "Teddie" Kazansky, Callsign 'Ghost'

Additional characters: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw, Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky, all other canon characters involved with the mission, brief appearances of other Kazansky!OC's

Warnings: see each chapter for specific warnings, slow burn, canon character death, talk of death and dealing with the loss of a loved one, cancer/sickness, canon level violence, military inaccuracies

Notes: This is not intended to be us navy propaganda in any case. I have no connection to the us navy (or the military in general) & I do not condone their actions. I simply fell in love with tg:m & the characters and want to indulge in my fantasies about that series.

A/N: I have to thank @writercole a thousand times for helping me sort out the plot! The name of my OC is inspired by @icemankazansky86 "Russian Iceman Kazanskys Headcanons" who graciously allowed me to name her after Ice sister & grandmother The header is made by me, and all the dividers were made by the lovely @/firefly-graphics

taglist: open, message me or comment to be added, will be put as reblog

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

He deserved more

Steve * about bucky* : he deserved more

Me: he deserved to be nailed in the ass

The Vengeful Deceiver - Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Scarlett Black, she has been a vampire for 8 years and now forced to go back to school, forced to control herself in front of so much food. All for a puppy.

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CHAPTER 8

"So you killed her?" Stiles asked as they entered the school.

"I don't know," Scott answewd, "I've just woke up."

The puppy remembered what had happened the night before. More or less. But he remembered as if it had been a dream and, of course, that he had attacked Allison. As if he couldn't become more predictable...

Anyway, Scarlett feared that he would have remembered her, but she could not go away now; it would have been too strange.

"I was sweating like crazy; I couldn't breathe. I never had a dream where I woke up like that before," Scott said, turning to them.

"Really?" Stiles asked from next to Scarlett, "I have. Usually ends a little differently." A smirk appeared on her lips as she looked at him. Stiles spun his head towards her with wide eyes.

"I... I mean..." she could feel how flustered he was. That was so strange. She could not only see it, she felt it. And she had to fight her fangs to come out.

"It's alright," she said, smirking up at him. "We all have wet dreams."

"Oh my god..." but she ignored him, wanting to know more about the puppy and what he remembered. So she could come up with a quick response if needed.

"Yeah, but A, I never had a dream that felt so real," Scott said, glaring at his friend, "And B, never give me that many details of you in bed."

Stiles nodded his head, looking at Scarlett for a brief moment, "Noted," then he took a deep breath, "Let me take a guess here though-"

"No, I know," Scott interrupted him, "You think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."

Scarlett did her best not to roll her eyes. The puppy really had only one thought in his head. But that was not exactly a bad thing. If it made him remember everything as if it were a dream, the better. Well, no, maybe not, since the body of the Driever was still in the parking lot.

"No, of course not," Stiles was saying, but when Scott turned to him with a glare, he spoke again, "Yeah, that's probably it."

Scarlett shook her head, "In the dream there was blood?"

Scott looked at her before sadly nodding his head.

"Alright," she said, "And nothing of yours was covered in blood? Or have her scent?"

Scott seemed to think about it. She was sure there was no trace of blood on him since he did absolutely nothing if not put himself in between. But she needed to look nice and understanding, so when he told her that he did not see blood or remember her scent, Scarlett smiled.

"I think you're probably fine, then," Scarlett said, "It must have been just a dream."

"Scarlett is right," Stiles said, looking at his friend. "Come on, it's gonna be fine, all right?" but Scott didn't answer, "Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a lycanthropy for beginners class you can take," then he turned to Scarlett, "Right?" the girl frowned.

"No, listen, don't look here," she said, "He'd need another werewolf."

"Like a teacher?" Scott asked, but in the way he said it, it seemed like he had already thought about that.

Scarlett nodded her head, "Everybody needs to learn somehow," she said, "Your body changes, your needs change. And soon, if you don't control it, it's going to control you," She still remembered what Talia had always said to her. From the moment they had found her, Talia and Peter had been the ones helping her with the beginning of her change. Even if, after everything that happened, Scarlett didn't keep her promise to stay as human as she could. She killed for rage at the beginning, but then it became fun. She knew that Talia didn't want that for her, but there was nothing else to do, if not killing every single Argent.

Stiles turned to his friend with wide eyes, "Who Derek?" he asked, and when Scott didn't answer, he slapped him behind the head, "You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"

What did she have to do? Say something? Say anything? Say that she knew Derek Hale? Or maybe not?

Maybe telling everything would have been more suspicious. Maybe she could find other times to tell it to them.

She had to be very careful. Derek was an unexpected change of events and not very pleasant. He was not like her or Peter.

"Yeah, I know," Scott answered. "But chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real." Scarlett frowned. That was so strange; he remembered, but at the same time, he didn't. Something similar had happened the night before, but it was the driver.

"How real?" Stiles asked.

"Like it actually happened," Scott said, and Scarlett did her best not to draw any attention to herself. She was glad that her heart didn't beat anymore, or it would have been very difficult to explain.

They had arrived at the parking lot entrance, and Scarlett stooped behind the boys as they opened the door. What they saw made them gasp; the back door of the bus was torn open, and blood was everywhere. Scarlett's eyes moved to the puppy as Stiles spoke, "I think it did."

Scott immediately took his phone and went back into the school. Stiles and Scarlett shared a look before they both followed him.

"She is probably fine," Stiles said, trying to calm his friend. Scarlett observed the puppy, if he lost control would have been a mess. But he wasn't the only one who was feeling worry and fear. Her eyes went to Stiles, who was walking in front of her. She knew that those emotions weren't hers; they were his.

This bond thing was actually starting to freak her out. She had never thought that she would have felt like that. She absolutely had to talk to Peter and understand how to keep it under control.

"She's not answering my texts, Stiles!" Scott exclaimed, panicking.

"You know, it could just be a coincidence," Stiles said before looking down, "A seriously amazing coincidence."

"You're not helping," Scarlett said to him.

"Just help me find her, okay?" Scott begged, and Scarlett started to look around, trying to seem as worried as she could, even if she knew perfectly well that the girl was fine. For now, at least.

Scott was completely panicked right now. He would have turned if he had kept going on like this. Scarlett put a hand on Stiles' chest, holding him behind her as Scott turned the corner.

"He's gonna turn?" Stiles asked.

"If he keeps it like this, for sure," Scarlett answered, hearing a loud noise like the one given by a punch on metal. Scott had just destroyed a locker. Then she looked up at Stiles. His brown eyes were wide as he observed his friend, unsure of what to do. Maybe she should have acted a little more worried. Allison was supposed to be her friend.

"Isn’t your dad the sheriff?" Scarlett asked Stiles as they kept following Scott.

"What? Yeah..." he answered from behind her.

"Any emergencies?” she asked, and she observed him think as his fingers tapped the straps of his bag frenatically. "If she had disappeared yesterday night, her parents would have called the police, wouldn't they?" Scarlett said. The Argents would have never slept well without knowing where their daughter was. If he could just stop for a moment and think, maybe he wouldn't have revealed to the entire school who he was.

And in fact, here she was, at the entrance, getting a jump scare from the puppy.

"Ah, thank God," Stiles said, from next to Scarlett.

"Yeah..." she muttered, looking at the two.

He did not remember a thing from the night before. Scarlett knew that werewolves could be weak; they could lose control if they felt too strong emotions, especially if they were puppies. But Scarlett could not believe that he could even forget what he had been doing the night before.

"You've got Harris too?" Stiles' question made her turn to meet his eyes. The color of his eyes was of a strange color, in a good way. But it was the smell of his blood that caught her off guard. She already knew it, but it felt different.

"Yes," she said, taking a step back. "We... we better go."

The two of them decided to leave Scott to talk with Allison, and they made their way to Harris's classroom. Stiles did most of the talking, and Scarlett could not say that she was listening to him. Her eyes would keep lingering on his face, and so would the softness of his skin. She could almost hear his blood in his veins, and she would have gladly bit him, but not for hunger.

What the hell is happening?

"Don't you think?" Stiles' question made her turn to him with a frown. The smile on his face slowly got replaced by an embarrassed one. "I've bored you, haven't I?"

"No," she was quick to answer, "Not at all, I was just... thinking what would have happened if Scott had turned inside the school."

"Yeah," he answered, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. "Glad it didn't happen." It would have been difficult to explain to the entire school. The puppy was lovesick for sure, and Scarlett was not sure he would be of any use against the Argent.

"Are you okay?" She looked up at him when he asked that question. He was not inquisitive, only asking. Almost concerned. She was not used to that kind of gaze.

"Yeah," she said, looking away with a smile, "Yeah, just a tough morning that will only get tougher with Harris."

Stiles chuckled. "Oh, I know," he said, nodding his head. Nobody hates him like me. " Then he seemed to think about it. "And... nobody hates me like he does." That made her laugh, and as she did, Stiles looked at her with a cute, goofy expression, proud of himself for having her giggling.

"Well," she said as her eyes met his, "His loss."

As they entered the classroom, some students, including Harris, were already there. Scarlett frowned in observing the man; he was young, pleasant to look at, but he seemed already pissed at nine A.M. That was not attractive on a man.

There were not three seats at the same table, so Scarlett gave a glance to Stiles. "I guess I'll talk to you later."

He nodded his head quickly, "Yeah, yeah, for sure." Then he started to look around. "I'm gonna sit there," he pointed at a table not far from them. But as he was about to move, he turned to her with wide eyes, "Only if you don't want to sit there! It's not like that is my seat or something, just a seat. And it is in the back. But if you want it."

"Stiles," she stopped him, "You're ranting." Suddenly, a blush appeared on his face. The rush of his blood to his face, the beating of his heart, and the shyness that she was feeling from him had another strange effect on her.

"I'm sitting there," she said, trying to move away from him as quickly as possible. That was not normal. Why was Stiles getting her so distracted?

I have to speak to Peter, she told herself.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked to a girl with long black hair and pale skin. She looked up to her when she heard Scarlett's voice, and she blinked her dark eyes.

"No, you can sit," she said in a faint voice before returning to the sketch she was making in her notebook. That was a strange girl, for sure. Scarlett had already seen her; her name was Irene Woods, and she was considered strange by many people. Lydia always said that she freaked her out. Irene was always alone; she had no friends, and she usually talked to herself and whispered when she talked to others.

The lesson had started, and Scott had made it in time so as to not get detention. But if he wasn't late for class, he surely wasn't keeping a low profile. Not him or Stiles.

"Mr. Stilinski," Harris said in a loud voice, "If that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while." Scarlett turned to look at the boys; they had been whispering since when Scott had first taken a seat. "I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?"

"No," Stiles said with wide eyes. But his big eyes did not work on Harris because he made him move and sit anyway. Her eyes followed him like she was feeling drawn to his figure. She was starting to regret her idea, but Peter seemed to love it, so she probably just needed to get used to sharing a bond with Stiles and understand what that meant and how to control it. Sure, she had always found him cute, and she would have gladly eaten him, but this felt different, and it was pissing her off.

"Hey, I think they found something." A girl's sudden voice made them all turn to the windows before some of them rushed to see what was happening outside. Scarlett got up so that she could seem worried like everyone else, even if she knew very well that the cops must have found the body.

"What if he is not dead?" Irene's voice made Scarlett turn her gaze to the girl; she was still sketching and not moving from her position.

"What did you say?" Scarlett asked just before everyone gasped. She decided to leave the girl where she was and made her way to Stiles and Scott.

"This is good. This is good," Stiles said. He got up; he was not dead. Dead guys don't do that." Scarlett had to do all she could to not let her shock appear on her face. What did he mean that the driver was not dead? He should have been. Dead and forgotten.

"Stiles," Scott whispered, "I did that."

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