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This mood board and snippet are for @lemonhoarddragoness for the @officialtwlibrary gift giving event :) Hope you enjoy!

Isaac ducked into the bathroom, slipped into a stall, and locked it, all seemingly in one smooth motion. The Alpha preferred to choose when he stood out, adept at hiding in the background and avoiding notice when needed. Today he was using that skill to ditch his World History class and get some breakfast.

This picture by @livmadart made me want to write a short little thing so badly. So here's another gift, even though it's a lot shorter than the one I did before.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Glee Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Burt Hummel, Sam Evan Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Nurse!Kurt, Military!Blaine, Christmas Miracles, slight supernatural element Summary:

"HUNGRY EARTH"

Chapter Two of Happy F*cking Holidays! By Golden_Au (Me!!!)

In December, I made a cute little Errorink oneshot for @tkwolf45 called ‘Happy F*cking Holiday.’ It was meant to stay a oneshot, but I decided to go ahead and add a small addition to it today, so now there’s two chapters! The story as a whole is still marked complete because I’m making no promises to add more chapters after this, but if you’re interested in some Errorink, then check it out! Things to consider: Chapter one contains flashbacks to naughty things, all in italics. Chapter two contains some groping near the end, but it isn’t meant to be sexual in nature.

Gifted to @aelaer​ - who encouraged me to complete this short fic :)

The corded straps tightened over his wrists with every turn of the of the bar; corkscrewing the restraints until the joints in his wrists popped under the pressure.  Stephen grunted through his gag and rocked his head back against the wooden headrest.  Muscles twitched in his cheek from the grinding movement of his molars.  Zings of pain lanced through his fingers in a steady heartbeat; sharp and electric.  The turning bar was locked into place; his hands purpling under the crushing pressure.  Too much longer and he'd start to experience tissue death.  He couldn't even appreciate the spreading numb as circulation was pinched off – the pain of crushed tissues firing a throbbing ache all the way to his elbows.

“There, now.  Lovely, yes?  You have such beautiful hands, Doctor.  A shame about the scars.”  The voice was cultured; European but with a hint of something... Argentinian maybe?  

A touch traced across the back of his fingers; feather light on darkened scar tissue and Stephen tightened his arms around the impulse to flinch.  A backlog of remarks sat, wasted, on the flat of his tongue – locked behind his teeth with a wad of blue silk.  The fabric carried the traces of expensive cologne and sweat; a nauseating blend of sour and bitter that caught in his sinuses.  His eyes, alone, remained free to observe; though what there was to see was limited in the darkened space.  A bedroom; that much was clear; a large bed layered in heavy quilts, several lamps; all dark save for the one with the shade removed.  The floor, however, was bare wood; though it wasn't too dark to note the rust dark stains overlapping and soaked into the grain.

A simple grocery run.  No other worldly battles, no inter-dimensional carnivorous slugs, no maniacal purple aliens, not so much as a flerken in a tree.  In fact, his purchases currently resided in a corner of the room – milk warm, by now, the deli meat likely a total loss.  No cloak, no Eye of Agamotto, not even the easy access to his magic with the way he was bound – fingers immobile twigs jutting out like spider legs.  His sling ring, currently worn by his unwelcome companion, was a tight fit on his thick fingers.  The ring, along with the rest of his possessions, had been pocketed sometime after the heavy blow had stolen his consciousness.  His skull still throbbed and he could feel the tickle of blood on the back of his neck.  Unclear how long he'd been out but concussion was almost a certainty.  

The larger figure circled the modified chair to which he was bound – much like a heavy-duty school desk with restraints bolted at every joint as well as his waist and throat.  He could curl his toes and roll his eyes but even his head was held face forward by a clamp surrounding his skull – preventing him from following the movement of his captor as he drifted out of sight.  He could hear him, however; a gait marred by the slight drag of his disfigured right foot; an impediment that had certainly not hindered him in abducting the Master of the New York Sanctum. Yes, the thought carried all of the sarcastic weight he'd been prevented from expressing.

“I've watched you.  Oh, for years, now.”  The drag-step moved to his left side and this time Stephen did flinch as heavy fingers brushed across his cheekbone; mortified at the muffled grunt that pushed against the mouthful of smooth fabric.  The hand dropped away and then the man was before him, once again.  Black hair, heavily salted with silver, was combed back from his forehead.  His eyes were deep set yet the eyes themselves were a clear green – crinkling along the edges on a face that suggested a lifetime of happiness.  Only that happiness had been stripped away – allowing for new creases to form in the weight of wrinkles digging into the edges of his downturned lips.

IM SO TOUCHED akhdkahs (sobbing emoji) ily too tae!

Look, @imjustafangirl-nobodylovesme, could you maybe... like... make more words please? <3

In this fic please, if you don’t mind:

Check You For Ticks

k thanks 

Chapters: 3/5

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt 

Characters: Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Nolan (Teen Wolf) 

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, theo is a rockstar, liam is a small town boy