#ghost x scotty

[sgt-scottymoreau]

Rogue Soldier

Summary: Scotty dissapear after a previous mission went south. For months, no one can't figure out where she is, till one day.

Warning: Violence, description of injuries/pain

Words: 4k // Masterlist

A/N: Another cheesy fic slightly inspired by the Winter Soldier idea. I wrote that like over a year ago and only post it now because I'm running low in Canon content lol Enjoy!

Every night for the last months, he woke up in cold sweat, dreaming again and again about the same failure he did. Price told him over and over that it wasn't his fault, so did Soap and Gaz. They all tried to support him, but it happened under his watch. He was supposed to protect her. He pushed the blanket, heading to the bathroom to wash up his face. He closed the tap, his eyes lifted to the mirror in front. Ghost saw how tired and horrible he looked. Worse than usual. He could hear her saying so and a small smile drew on his lips. Which then was followed again by her screaming out his name. His knuckles tighten around the towel. 

During a mission, Scotty had been kidnapped. They tried their best, pulled every string from all their connections without avail. Laswell didn't find anything, neither did Nikolai or Farah. Even Alenjandro and his Vaqueros had no intel. The 141 kept this secret for a month, before the day he dreaded happened. Without any news on her whereabouts, she had to be declared M.I.A and the news had to be brought to her family. Ghost was glad he was not the one who explained them, Price had the obligation as her captain to do it. Nonetheless he was there when the news was spoken. It felt like once again he let down his family. Another failure on his part. Scotty's dad remained clear headed the whole time, her mother wasn't hysterical but no amount of reassurance would calm her. Gabrielle was also there and she was speechless, but her face spoke of the pain. She was in shock. None of them promised the family they would find her again, but they would never stop looking. 

Despite all of this everyone refused to believe Scotty was dead. They had no body to prove she was dead. So maybe there were still small hopes. Hopes who were slowly dimming away as more weeks passed by. He returned to bed. A bed that felt so empty now. That's why he never wanted to get attached because in their line of work you never knew when one wouldn't not come back home. Ghost turned around in the bedsheet, gazing at the ceiling, watching the clock, trying to sleep. He was restless. He thought that mindless scrolling on his phone would help. It did till, for whatever reasons, Ghost went to check the pictures. Not that he had taken much of her; it was in fact the other way around. Scotty was always taking pictures of them and would send them to him. He simply saved them. He looked at her smile or that one silly picture she sent or the one he took of her sleeping on the couch in the most uncomfortable position, yet looked beautiful to his eyes. His heart ached. 

Ghost would never admit but he was thankful to his friends to be there for him. It was hard for everyone, but they knew how it was harder for him. She meant everything to him. So they kept taking turns to keep his mind off the darkness, not leave him alone too much even if it was all he said he wanted. Soap remembered one day he went to Ghost's place, only to find him looking more miserable than usual. Like he hadn't showered or eaten in days. He really felt bad for him. After some encouragement, the Scotsman finally made him dress up and they went out for a drink. Ghost needed some fresh air according to him. 

They enjoyed some snacks and drinks at the local pub. Ghost was still brooding, but Soap terrible attempts at jokes did drag a smile out of him here and there. He was fidgeting with his drink when two girls showed up at their tables. He did not even bother lifting his head to face them. "Come here often, handsome?" One of them advanced to Soap. 

"Sorry ladies, not interested tonight." He shut them down quickly. 

"What about your friend here?" One lady asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. Ghost tensed up and shifted away. "Jeez no need to be so rude. Not with an attitude like this and this… mask that you gonna get a girl." 

The glare he gave her made the girl move five steps back. "I suggest you leave." He let out coldly. The two girls didn't try to argue. Ghost sipped on his drink. If only they had known how this mask and attitude indeed got him a girl…

Missions felt different. Not too much, they were used to missions where she wasn't there. But her snarky comments, her goofing around with Soap and Gaz, her accidental flirting with Ghost, all were missing. Just like today. Soap was complaining on the com. Till Gaz replied. "Pretty sure Captain, don't want someone to go full clean everywhere."

"I know my tactics are brute force sometimes, but do I really need to be overwatch?"

"A little focus, lads." Price intervened. 

Despite her absence, Soap and Ghost both heard her. Her remark every time Price would say this. And girl. Obviously their coms never sparked her chuckles. Soap looked at his friend who focused himself on his scope. He had a visual on Price, Gaz and Stevenson. Someone who had worked with them before and was again paired up for this mission. 

"I got a visual on the target. He's talking with someone." Ghost said. "Garrick, he is only a few meters away from you."

"Any hostiles that might be with him?" Price asked. 

"I see nothing sir." Soap replied while scouting with the binocular. 

Ghost watched through the small crowd. "Hold that thought…" He noticed something off. Someone who was trying to blend in the crowd. However, said person did not look to be part of their current target affiliation. He adjusted his snipe. His blood went cold when the person turned around. "Johnny!" He shouted louder than expected, making him jump. "Check the person with the black hood, near the restaurant, there!"

Soap wasn't sure why. Ghost wouldn't be vague like this for no reason, he was always direct. His gaze followed the instruction and his own heart skipped a beat. "It's her!" He exclaimed. The two men looked at each other; they had to focus on the mission but how did she just reappear out of nowhere. "Captain! We have a visual on Scotty!" Soap radioed quickly. 

Price, who was sitting on a bench, tried to look for the position they pointed him to. He couldn't make up her face, but he did see the woman with the hood. Gaz, who was also nearby, lost focus for a moment and searched for her. Being closer, he saw her features. "I would say you guys are crazy, but no it is her." He confirmed. 

"I saw her too." Stevenson came in. "Keep your eyes on the main target, I'll make contact with her.”

From their spot, Ghost told Soap to keep watch on target, he will keep eyes on Scotty. He lost her once, he won't lose her a second time. Through his scope, he watched Stevenson approach with a friendly embrace. But something was off. She didn't seem to remember him? Ghost kept watching. They had worked with the man not long before she was kidnapped. For sure she would know his face. Ghost gestured at Soap to also watch, confirming that it wasn't his mind playing tricks. Her stance was stern and cold. They both saw Stevenson only at arm length. He seemed like he said something. Her course of action took their breath away. Scotty grabbed the man's arm, swiftly flipped him around, forced him on his knee and plunged a knife in his neck. The crowd scattered in fear, causing chaos to their main mission. 

"What the fuck happened?" Price yelled getting up ready to jump in the action. 

Ghost's words almost got caught in his throat. "It's Scotty… she is… hostile." 

Soap turned to him with confusion on his face. Price was also stunned by this realization but kept his head straight. With the crowd panicking, their target could get away easily. He ordered Gaz to capture him before he could ask. The sergeant agreed and swiftly made his way through the crowd. From their higher ground, Ghost and Soap didn't let go of both, giving updates on their movements. Gaz was about to intercept the target, when Ghost saw it.

"Garrick! Watch your back!" He yelled in the radio quickly.

Gaz turned around to see Scotty about to knock him out. He ducked in the time and slipped to the side. The woman placed herself between the two men, almost as she was protecting him. The target smiled. "Do you like my new pet? She turned out to be quite an asset once we were done." He explained. 

Ghost's hands gripped his sniper so hard, his knuckles hurted. He did not like the way he was talking about her. "What did you do to her?" Gaz asked, taking a defensive stance.

"Isn't it obvious? She is here to protect me… and kill all of you. Isn't that right, love? It's the 141 after all." With this, Gaz saw her pull a gun out and aim at him. He dodged quickly before trying to find cover.

"She has a gun. We can't let her be in the middle of this chaos, going around shooting!" Gaz radioed to be sure everyone would hear. Price was already by his side by then. He had to think quickly of a solution, while he could see the gun being pointed in his direction. It wouldn't take long for local authorities to also show up. She had to be drawn somewhere else without any civilians being able to point out the direction. However one detail made no sense to him. If Scotty was indeed the target's protection, why would she keep her face out in the open? Anyone would be able to identify her. Unless this was part of their enemy's plan. But for what? Price pushed Gaz behind cover with him. By reflex, they both grab their weapon, fully aware that none of them wished to arm her. 

Ghost followed the exchange with a caution eye. He wasn't the type of man to lose his cool during a mission or a high stake moment. But right now, he felt his body being tense; his breathing was heavy, his grip was strong and his mind racing. Price hadn't ordered anything yet, which gave him the idea that he was probably in the same mindset as him. Finding a solution that would not result in more blood. The crowd cleared from their position. This gave Ghost an opportunity to test something. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, before pulling the trigger. The bullet hit the ground right behind her. By her surprised reaction, his guess was right. She was not aware of their position. 

Price and Gaz took advantage of this distraction to jump on the woman. With not much success. Gaz had sparred with her in the past, he knew how she danced. Now, it felt like he was fighting someone else. She easily got the upper hand. A pressure on his shoulder followed by a loud bang made him realize much. A stinging pain and warmth overwhelmed this part. Another sniper shot was fired and Scotty jumped back again. Price tempted another attempt at getting a hold of her. Despite the confusion, Scotty was able to get him first. With a quick move, Scotty spinned him around, his back against her, his arm above her shoulder and pulled on it. A loud crack and pain jolted through his elbow to his shoulder. If it wasn't for a third snipe shot, Price would have probably received a gunshot wound after the broken arm.

Ghost saw that he finally had her full attention to the building when she dropped Price and scouted their direction. Soap had a better idea to help. He stood at the window, waving. "Hey! Over here!" He shouted. As expected, they watched her rush toward their position. 

"What do we do now? It's not like we can shoot her…" Soap groaned. "We don't even know why she's acting like that!"

"I have an idea why…" An idea that made him sick and enraged. "We need to stop her without any harm." 

Soap agreed. The two men took position for ambush. They waited…waited…and waited. Ghost glanced by the window. Price was taking care of Gaz, but no Scotty in sight. What was she doing? The lieutenant gestured to Soap to slowly move from his position to check out. He did so, crouching to reach the door. He pushed it with his gun. No riposte. Was she in the building or not? Soap tempted a check; his head picking just a little to see the hallway. Nothing. "Negative on…" He was interrupted by the door slamming on his face violently. Soap stumbled back, broken nose. He lost balance, fell flat on his back and a foot stopped on his chest pinning him down. Scotty was above him, ready to shoot. The sergeant grabbed her leg and pulled as hard as he could to destabilize her. It worked, although in her fall she did pull the trigger. The bullet grazed his arm. Ghost sent a warning shot to get her attention. He saw enough friends being hurt. 

‘‘Drop the gun!’’ He ordered, doing the same. ‘‘We are not gonna hurt, but if you force our hands.’’ Scotty did not move a muscle, always aiming at him. At the moment he was the treat. Ghost’s brain was working overclock to make sense of what was going on. Try to piece together what was happening to her, with his own experience. Disappearing for months, reappearing as a changed person, ready to kill in cold blood… He gritted his teeth. Soap took the opportunity of their silent exchange to push back one more time. He pushed himself on his feet despite the pain and disarmed her. Not without struggle, but he was able to get the gun out of her grip. He had forgotten about the knife though. Something he was reminded of when he avoided it just by an inch, his cheek being cut in the process still. 

It was a game of distraction and action. Ghost took Soap’s distraction to his advantage this time, jumping on her, holding her as much as he could. Scotty squirmed to get out of his grip, kicking him. Her head hit his own. Thanks to the mask, he did not get anything broken but the shock was enough for him to lose his grip. Which was all she needed to slip away. The rogue soldier spinned around with the knife about to dig in Ghost’s tight. He avoided it just on time. She riposted by swiftly going for a slice up. All she managed was to graze his bulletproof vest. Ghost could have gone for his own knife or gun or anything to stop her, but he couldn’t get himself to hurt her. The last time he had to face someone in the same situation it had been so easy to kill him. No second thoughts. However this time, it wasn’t so easy. He dodged every single of her attempts to kill him. ‘‘Come Scotty! Don’t you recognize us? Me?’’

‘‘You are 141, you need to be killed!’’ These were not the words he expected to hear from her after months. But at least it made everything clear. It did clear up that this wouldn’t finish with either them dead or her knock out. Ghost will apologize for it later, for now he has to protect his team. Just like Gaz, he noticed her different fightstyle and had to adapt to it. He had to give it to her, she was still able to get him a few times. Knife cutting through his clothes dragging blood. Despite hating this, he did succeed one or two hits on her too. A bleeding lip, bruised cheeks, kick in the shin. Yet, she was still standing, always coming back at him with the same energy. Whatever the enemy used to brainwash her, they really worked her resolve into not giving up till they were dead. Even if it killed her. On the outside, sirens from ambulances and police flooded the place. Even if they made it out alive, it would be hard for extraction. This had to finish now.

He saw the opening and went for it. Ghost rolled under her leg, pushing her up with his shoulder. Before she even tried to regain her balance in the fall, he slammed her against the floor. The shock knocked the air out of her lungs. He had only a fraction of a second to get her and knock her out. She kicked and tried to punch him before she went limp. Ghost let go quickly before it would kill her. Out of breath, Soap and him looked at each other now that the heat had cooled off. It was time to leave without attracting attention.

****

When she finally came back to herself, she was at the base’s infirmary. Her head was aching like the worst hangover she ever had. With a grunt, Scotty tried to lift her hand to massage her temples but restraints held her down. She was confused for a moment. While would she need these? The same for her ankles. ‘‘What the fuck.’’ Scotty breathed. She tried to put the pieces back together, thinking of what happened before she found herself here. But everything was a blur. Did she really drink that much and this was some sort of joke? Soap was probably behind this. Incapable of moving more than her head, she looked around. She was plugged to a bunch of wires, a beeping machine and a half asleep Soap in the chair, with his feet resting on the bed, next to her. 

‘‘Hey McTavish!’’ She called him out, making him jump. He looked terrible. Left over of a broken nose, healing bruises on his face. ‘‘What happened to you, you look like shit.’’ 

‘‘You happened.’’ He shifted in his seat stretching his muscles. ‘‘You think we can remove the restraint or you will jump on me again?’’

‘‘The fuck are you talking about?’’ 

‘‘Let me get the captain. I think we have a lot to explain…’’ He left her to her wondering. She must have missed a good one. Five minutes later, Soap came back with Price and the other two. They all looked like hell. Ghost much less than the other, but when was the last time he had some good sleep? Both Price and Gaz had splints.

‘‘How are you doing, lass?’’ The captain asked to take a seat. 

‘‘Like I have the worst headache and everything is fuzzy in the brain. Still it seems like I’m doing better than all of you.’’ They all chuckled at her remark.

‘‘You have been in and out for a week now. I know it might be hard but I need you to tell me what happened three months ago. Do you remember anything?’’

Scotty took a moment to think. ‘‘We were in Germany, trying to take down someone… Then…I think something went wrong… and…’’ The memories hit back hard. They were more flashes, but enough that she could recall what happened after the enemies got their hands on her. A cold cell, sleepless night, needles, burning sensation in her body… Bright light… Electric shock… Pain. Then nothing. Till now. Her skin itched at the ghostly sensation of the needles and the shocks, maybe her brain was blocking the memory but her muscles hadn’t forgotten. ‘‘I remember people talking, like they are giving me instruction…’’

‘‘Like kill the… 141?’’ Gaz said. She noticed them tense up at the word. Scotty watched them confused. A wave of relief took them when they saw how calm she remained. Price allowed the restraints to be removed. The captain took the time to explain all that happened a few days ago, not chewing his words when it came to what she did to them. Scotty sunk in the bed. She was the one responsible for their state. She almost killed them all… because she had been told to do so. 

‘‘We figured out that you might have been brainwashed, with a trigger. It seems like 141 was it.’’ Price explained. ‘‘Glad to see it seems to not be the case. I still want you to see a psychologist when you are out. I don’t want to take the risk.’’

‘‘Sure captain.’’ She fidgeted with the sheet. Tears blurring her vision. ‘‘Guys, I’m so sorry! I hurted you so bad, tried to kill you and…’’ Any more words got lost in sobs. 

‘‘We’re good Scotty. Don’t worry, mate.’’ Soap reassured her. ‘‘Gaz gets some days off and needs physical rehabilitation, but at least he lives. Cap is also alive with a painful shoulder nothing different than his old bones and I just get a re-facing, I’ll be pretty in no long. Don’t sweat it.’’ Between sobs, she laughed at his casual description of everything, but she still felt guilty. The only one who still hadn’t talked since was Ghost. He actually kept himself a bit aside from the small crowd. Price knew why and after a quick wrap up, he gestured to the two other sergeants to leave the room. Gaz closed the door behind him, allowing some privacy. 

Scotty was whipping her tears while Ghost sat on the bed. They remained silent for a minute. ‘‘Looks like you are the one with the least damage.’’ She smiled. ‘‘I really feel bad for Gaz; he is the one I hurt the most.’’

Ghost kept silent. He didn’t know where to even begin. ‘‘Don’t worry about us. You should take care of yourself. I know too well how brainwash can leave damage.’’ He didn’t have to explain more on what he meant, nor that she would have to explain to him in detail what she had been through. He knew first hand. Her hand slided towards him and her fingers wrapped around his hand. His shoulders fell down. Ghost had been holding a lot of tension and this small touch made it melt away. To hell with being professional, there was no one in the room. He wrapped his arms around her, hugged her so tight she could barely breathe. 

‘‘I thought you were dead. I was sure I would never see you again, that I lost you forever.’’ He wasn’t quite crying, but every word was punctuated with emotions. Scotty slowly raised her arm, gripped on his back and buried her face in the crock of his neck. 

‘‘You are the reason why it took them a while to break me and even then. As much as they wanted me to, I can’t kill my friend and I definitely can’t kill you.’’ Their hug lasted a few minutes, letting go only because their muscles were sore. Ghost didn’t take off his mask, but lifted it enough to have his lips free and kiss her. God he missed that. To feel her against him, to have his anchor to sanity and the world, his love. 

‘‘I’m sorry I was not able to protect you back when they got you. I should have been able to stop them.’’ He said, his forehead against hers. ‘‘Don’t say it’s not my fault, it was.’’

‘‘I don’t want to think about who’s fault it was or not. I’m just glad to be home.’’ She would never blame him for this. It was a risk she was aware of. No amount of preps could have prevented something that was supposed to happen. But for now, she was back home and it was time to heal. And make up for the trouble she caused. Ghost was happy that he wouldn’t sleep alone after so long. 

#cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #cod fanfiction #cod oc #simon ghost riley #john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #oc:camille scotty moreau #not canon #ghost x scotty

[ghostgirlvii-art]

The Comic Con left me drained, and it kind of inspired me to sketch a little something. Only sketch, not clean full effort drawing lol

Whatever mission they done, Scotty is beat ready to sleep, might as well used a nice shoulder ❤️

#ggvii art #call of duty #call of duty oc #cod oc #simon ghost riley #camille scotty moreau #ghost x oc

[older-men-are-sexy-okay]

Soft Spot

CH 6

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: You have just graduated with your Bachelor’s degree and decide to stay at home with your dad to save some money before graduate school. The thing is, he is moving from California to Texas to live next to his best friend/college roommate, Joel, along with his daughter, Sarah. Growing up, you heard so much about him from your dad. It’s almost like you know Joel, but you don’t. You’ve never actually met him. This Summer will be interesting…

Warnings/Tags: Dbf! Joel, slow burn, eventual smut, kinda mean Joel, explicit language, references to death, struggles with depression, reader is younger than Joel (22/43)

Note: Never written smut before but get ready for a lot of it from here on out:)

Past Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

CHAPTER 6

You haven’t seen Joel in what feels like forever. The kiss you two shared was unexpected and, damn, was it good. But you still wished that it hadn’t happened. If you thought Joel hating you was uncomfortable, it’s nothing close to this. You spotting him coming home from work, him seeing you and bolting inside. He’s definitely avoiding you. And not gonna lie, it feels like shit. You know, however, that your dad and Joel planned a 4th of July party over at the Millers. Your dad finally got some time off and Joel has a pool, so they figured it would be a good way to celebrate. The upside is that Joel can’t avoid you in his own home.

“So, what do you think I should do?” You ask your childhood best friend, Larry, while on FaceTime.

“Well, it’s obvious he’s into you, he just got cold feet. I say you try again. What’s the worst that could happen?” Larry says.

“He rejects me again.” You let out a small chuckle.

“Oh, come on. With your body in the right bathing suit, he won’t be able to resist.”

Larry helps you pick out just the right suit. Small, black and showing a lot of skin.

“A bit skimpy for a friends and family party, don’t you think?” You say looking at yourself in the mirror.

“That’s the point.” You both laugh.

After hanging up with Larry, the nerves start to hit you. You don’t think you could handle another rejection from Joel. It wasn’t exactly a rejection, he did kiss you back, but it still left you feeling so small when he practically ran away after.

Upon arriving at the Miller's house with your dad, you noticed there were less people than at the barbeque a few months ago. You don’t mind, though, the people you liked were here and that’s all that matters. You both walk inside the house and you don’t spot Joel anywhere. You hear some commotion and walk outside to see the pool filled with people. Makes sense, considering it was 100 degrees in Austin that day. You scan the pool and notice that Scotty and River are swimming together. ‘Damn it’ you think. You have been ghosting River ever since you had your first date. You weren’t sure how to end it exactly. Guess you’ll have to find out, he’s definitely going to try and talk to you. You continue scanning the pool and see a few of Sarah’s friends and Sarah being hoisted up out of the pool and thrown back in the water. You notice that it’s Joel that threw Sarah, he’s actually in the pool. It never would have crossed your mind that Joel swims. He’s up to his shoulders in the water, so you can’t see much. But his slicked back wet hair is making you feel butterflies. Sarah turns and notices you and your dad walk outside.

“Hey! Hop in!” She yells to you.

Joel quickly turns his head and makes eye contact with you. You take this chance to peel off your swimsuit cover and slowly step into the pool. You notice that Joel is trying not to look at you, but your bathing suit is making it difficult. You see his eyes scan from your chest down to your legs and back up before he tries to put his attention elsewhere.

“Hey, man” your dad says as he bends over the pool to give Joel a handshake.

Joel stands up and reaches to shake your dads hand. The water is now up to right above his waist. You see his stomach peeking out from the water and notice his broad chest.

“Let me get you a beer.” Joel says as he hoists himself up out of the pool.

You’re disappointed that Joel got out of the pool, you figured he would still be avoiding you. But watching him get out of the pool and the water drip down his body was worth it. His blue swim shorts clung to every part of him.

You swim for a bit on the other side of the pool before you notice River swimming up to you. Not really anywhere you could go, so you make eye contact with him and smile.

“So, I haven’t heard from you in a while.” River says.

“Yeah, sorry, there’s just been a lot going on.” You respond with a half smile.

There’s a moment of silence before he says, “Are you just… not interested in me anymore? I thought our date went really well. Until Joel showed up, at least.” Funny how about a month ago River didn’t even know who Joel was and now he’s swimming at his house.

“No, it’s not that. Listen, I shouldn’t have ghosted you. I just don’t think I’m ready for anything serious.” You respond.

“Who said it had to be serious? I’d be down to just fuck if that’s what you want.”

You roll your eyes. River definitely didn’t understand what you were trying to say. “I’m going to go get a drink.” You couldn’t be around River all night without a few drinks in your system.

You walk over to the pool steps and walk out. You turn to see if Joel is looking at you. He’s standing by the barbeque, now having changed out of his bathing suit and back into his usual shirt and jeans. He’s taking a sip of his beer while in conversation with your other neighbor, as he shifts his gaze to you. It was quick though, he doesn’t want to be seen staring. You take it as a good sign, you think. At least he’ll look at you.

You walk over to the cooler and take a beer from the ice chest. You open it and lay stomach down on a towel in the grass to start tanning. You begin tanning because, for one, your ass would be on display for Joel and two, you needed to get away from River and don’t feel like socializing. You lay on the grass for a while, every so often getting up to grab another beer. You then decide that you're done tanning. You stand up and look down at the bottles you’ve collected on the floor, only just realizing how much you’ve actually drunk. There’s 4 beer bottles on the floor and one still in your hand. You feel pretty tipsy, but you’re not complaining. As you're walking to go inside the house, you’re stopped by Mrs. Adler, your much older neighbor. She begins asking you questions about your life and boys and blah, blah. You look around to see Joel sitting at the table outside in conversation as well. He has a glass of whiskey in his hand. As you’re answering Mrs. Adler's myriad of questions, Joel’s eyes meet yours. To your surprise, he doesn’t look away. Not for a while. You think you even start to see a smirk forming on his face.

“Sorry, Mrs. Adler, I’ve just got to use the restroom.” You excuse yourself as you duck inside.

You enter the kitchen and take a deep breath. You hold yourself steady with your arms on the kitchen counter as you face the sink. It might be Joel looking at you, or the drinks you’ve had, but you feel flustered. You close your eyes.

“Are you okay?” You hear a hoarse voice ask from behind you.

You turn to see Joel standing there. You hadn’t heard him come in.

“Yeah, just a little tipsy is all.” You say while flashing a small smile. You lean your back against the counter and cross your arms, making your boobs pop out a bit. You didn’t mean for that to happen, you just felt awkward standing there with your hands to your side. Joel’s eyes flicker down to your chest and back up to your face.

“Have you been avoiding me?” You ask.

“Been tryin’ to. But it’s hard when you keep looking at me like you want something.” He says.

You take a small step closer to him. “I do. Want something.”

“Well what do you want, darlin’” he asks.

‘Darlin’, you’ve never heard him call you that and it almost makes you pass out. You take another step closer, arms still crossed and meet his gaze. “You” you bravely say.

Joel takes a deep breath, like he’s contemplating something. He turns his head to look out the window to the backyard. He turns back to you and grabs your wrists and motions to you to uncross your arms. His hand takes yours and he leads you upstairs.

When you reach the top of the stairs he ushers you into a bathroom and closes the door behind him. You look around to see a pink shower curtain, this must be Sarah’s bathroom. His body pushes against yours, causing your back to hit the counter near the sink. His hand meets the back of your neck and he kisses you deeply. He explores your mouth hungrily and like he’s in a hurry. When you moan into his mouth he wraps his hands around your thighs and lifts you to sit on top of the sink.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” He whispers in your ear between kissing your neck. His hand grips your thigh as the other comes up to squeeze your chest.

“Please fuck me, Joel.” You say breathily as he is being totally consumed by you.

He pulls away from the kiss. “No, not now. I can’t do that.” You whimper at his release.

“But I can still make you feel good, baby.” He follows.

As you begin to wonder what he means, he quickly pulls down your bathing suit bottoms. He looks down at your bare pussy on display for him and experimentally rubs one finger around your clit. When you groan, he shushes you.

“Try to be quiet.” He says.

He then spreads your legs open wide and kneels down in front of you. You almost orgasm just at the sight of him on his knees for you. He lightly bites the inside of your thighs and gives your clit a few kisses before exploring your slit with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck” you moan. You tried to be quiet, you really did. It’s just impossible.

Joel pulls away and tells you to cover your mouth. You do as he says as he continues going down on you. He begins to focus his tongue on your clit when he pushes one finger inside of you, making you moan through your hand. You put your other hand in his hair and slightly tug at his curls. He inserts another finger and begins hitting that spot that makes you all gooey. He starts going dreadfully fast and tightening his grip on your thighs. You feel the heat in your stomach start to grow strong.

You remove your hand from your mouth quickly, “Fuck, Joel, I’m gonna cum.”

You put your hand back over your mouth, as you know you’re about to scream. You finally hit your release and moan through your hand. Joel feels your pussy clench and releases you. You take a moment to catch your breath as Joel stands up. You reach to undo his belt and he stops you.

“I want to make you feel good, too.” You say.

“It’s okay, baby. We don’t have time.”

You whimper and remove your hands. You think that a few more minutes wouldn’t make a difference, but you don’t want to argue with Joel. He sneaks his hands down the front of his pants to flip up his hard cock so no one can see his erection. He gives you a quick kiss before opening the door and ducking out into the hallway. You sit there, on the counter, still coming down from your high. That was the best orgasm of your life, and you plan to have him bring you to another one in the near future.

You come out to the backyard again, noticing that the sun is now setting and the party is winding down. Your dad, Joel and a few other people their age are sitting by the fire. You notice that Joel is sitting next to a married couple and your dad is sitting next to Tracy, a woman that lives in the cul-de-sac over from you. She is lightly touching his back. This throws you off, but you were too tired and too fucked to care right now. You look around to see Sarah and her friends still in the pool. And mostly everyone else has left, including River and Scotty. You walk up to your dad and lightly tap him on the shoulder before leaning down for a hug.

“I’m heading in, dad. Love you.”

He stays seated and hugs you back. “Okay, hun. Love you too.”  

You walk away from the crowd sitting by the fire and peer back quickly to make eye contact with Joel. You both softly smile at each other before you head home.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #dbf! joel #the last of us #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfic

[ilovedilfs4ever]

Still loving you

Pairing : Friends to lover!Daniel ricciardo x Reader

Requested? : Yes. (heyy, could i request an angsty friends to lovers with danny ric with the one bed trope?)

Requested by : @dan3avocado (I can’t tag them help-)

WC: Never. 🤭

Warnings : Slightly angsty, alcohol consumption idk what else to add (this was so long, I procrastinated a little but I like the results!)

Notes : Any feed back will be nice! Don’t be a ghost reader and as always DONT plagiarize my work! :) once again I will tag @kii-003 to help me with improving my work! Thanks a lot kii 🫶

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“Hey, this is Scotty, mind picking up Daniel? He’s had a little too much to drink. Thanks a lot mate.”

“Yeah sure, no problem. Be there in 10 alright?” You said, sighing. This wasn’t the first time you had to pick him up after he’s gotten too much to drink after one of those girlfriends of his breaks up with him. It always end like this, you thought. It hurt you to see him like this, but you could only do so much, to him you were probably at most a best friend.

Getting into your corvette, you turned on the radio and mindlessly drove till' you reached the bar.

"Where could he possibly be-" you mumbled to yourself, eyes scanning the bar before your eyes landed on a very drunk Daniel and a semi-sober Scotty who was probably going to be drunk before you knew it too.

Walking over and trying your best not to get trampled over alive was definitely tough but you made it, not even noticing that you were holding your breath until you made it to the dance floor, finally taking. a breath of the air in the bar - which quite literally smelt like alcohol and sweat. Cringing at the thought, you were snapped out of your headspace when you heard Daniel slurring something from the other side of the dance floor.

Once you came over to him you could heard him mumbling almost incoherent words to you "you’re so pretty tonight, you know i have a best friend that looks like you, i love her a lot-" placing a finger on his mouth, you shushed him, knowing that he was most probably still too drunk to understand what he was saying, or maybe he meant it as a friend you thought.

Slinging an arm over his shoulder - you somehow managed to drag him back to your car where you buckled your seatbelt before you buckled his. Surprisingly, he could still have the energy to be dancing to the radio in the car which played a variety of modern and vintage tracks.

Reaching your apartment, you had to drag him out of the car before locking it with a press of a button on the car keys which you then slipped back into your pocket.

Tapping your keycard on the lock, you giggled slightly at how he was fidgeting with the Disney keychains that he got you when you travelled with him to japan for his grand-prix. During all these moments of having to pick him up, you've also seemed to noticed that he was clingy when he was drunk, constantly hugging or holding onto you like a baby koala - which you found cute but it kind of hurt at the same time since you knew it was not really sincere as he was just drunk and it was probably all in your mind.

Stepping into your apartment, you took off your coat before changing into a sweater which happened to be gifted by him as you wanted to promote his merchandise - and a pair of silk pyjama shorts, before stepping out of the bathroom so he could change into the spare clothes you had for him in your closet as you assumed that he had sobered up a bit during the ride.

"Hey, theres only one bed. I'll sleep on the couch if you’re not comfortable," you said "Or if you’re alright with it we can share the bed, i'll put a pillow between us."

"We can share, I'm sure you can control yourself right?" he said words still slurring before laughing, face still slightly red from the booze. Feeling your face heat up from the joke, you shook it off and laid in the bed facing the opposite side - where he then joined you shortly after.

"Goodnight sweets, love you." he said. "Goodnight Daniel." you replied, not think much of it, you shouldn’t say things you don’t mean anyways, you thought.

(next morning)

You had woken up early to find that the pillow that had been separating the both of you had been thrown onto the wooden flooring through the night, and with that, you found yourself in the arms of someone you wished belonged to you. Gosh. - you thought to yourself, he's like a human heater. Nice and toasty. Before you were once again snapped out of your train of thoughts by the soft sounds of your stomach rumbling.

Quietly getting out of bed, you replaced what was once your body, into the pillow that had been thrown onto the floor - being careful to not wake him up. You then made your way to the kitchen where you then took out some eggs and toast, trying your best to stay as quiet as possible - eating your breakfast quietly while you placed his on the counter in order for it to cool down.

Washing the dishes, you didn’t even notice his presence until he laid his head on your shoulder, despite it being common for him to do this when he stayed over at your apartment - you couldn’t help but get flustered at his actions. Cheesy it may sound- but there was not a single lie in what you thought.

“Good morning, sweets.” Voice still raw and rough, just how you liked it. (Might be pun- intended) not to mention the nickname, it was what he always called you since high school due to your sweet tooth.

“Morning, Danny. Breakfast is on the counter, enjoy it while it’s still warm - Advil is placed with your glass of water near the orange juice if you need it.” You said while using a towel to dry the dishes while he took the Advil and his breakfast.

After breakfast, he sat at the couch where you joined him shortly after putting the dishes on the rack.

Arm slinked around your shoulder, the both of you watched the television till’ he popped up the question.

“You know I meant it when I loved you last night, right?” He said, eyes looking directly into yours almost as if it was desperate for something - which you desperately hoped that it was what you were what you were thinking of. The both of you. Us.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean Daniel, we both know you were as drunk as a bard.” You replied, shaking your head as you got up from the couch - breath hitching and tears threatening to spill.

“I really mean it, I’m sober now aren’t I? So why won’t you believe me?” He said, tone slightly rising out of frustration.

“Because I don’t want to end up like your other girlfriends! Either way even if it works out we’ll both leave each other, and I’ll get hurt, we’ll both get hurt- my heart can’t handle it, I love you too but I don’t think I can handle getting hurt from someone I love. And definitely not you.” Tears are running down your cheeks at this moment, all the built-up emotions are now crumbling down as you slowly fell onto your carpet.

“I won’t hurt you I promise. Please, just give me a chance. I’ll do anything. I’ve loved you since highschool but I’ve never done anything about it either, I was also scared. Scared of you liking someone else - I mean I’ve seen you with max and you guys are always laughing and having fun together. But I’ll give up everything for you. Please, one chance is all I’m asking for.” He said, holding your arms to prevent you from crashing onto the floor.

You’ve thought about it for a few minutes, sobbing in between. What if it doesn’t work out? What if you don’t even stay as friends if it doesn’t work out? The possibilities were endless, but a small part of you was yearning and willing to try. Just maybe the term ‘us’ could be a thing between the both of you.

Nodding slowly, you allowed yourself to be embraced by him, holding on tightly, feeling as if a ton of bricks had been removed off of your shoulders. Crying joyful tears, you looked up into his eyes where he wiped away your tears with his thumb and kissed your forehead before kissing your lips tenderly - but also with growing passion. Kissing back, wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I’ve never loved Max silly, I like him as a friend but it’ll never go further than that.” You said once both of you pulled away.

He nodded, pressing his forehead against yours. Then the both of you sat down back on the couch where you spent the rest of the morning cuddling and talking about date ideas. Maybe there was hope between the both of you after all.

#daniel ricciardo #angst prompt #f1 fluff #slightly suggestive #f1 imagine #x reader #friends to lovers

[thesunshineriptide]

Twst boys at lyrics I think they’d reasonably say from songs on my playlist

Ft: every twst boy and a healthy dose of funny, angsty, and neutral lyrics. You will not escape my music taste sorry y’all

Cw// some swearing

Riddle: “If you could coddle the infection, they could amputate at once, you should’ve been- I could have been a better son.” - Mama - My Chemical Romance

Trey: “Sunday morning rain is falling” - Sunday Morning - Maroon Five

Ace: “This feelin’s goin to my head, I’m thinkin’ things I shouldn’t say” - Hand Crushed By A Mallet - 100 Gecs

Deuce: “And I…I hate to see your heart break.” - Hate to see your heart break - Paramore

Cater: “I’ve been ghosting, I’ve been ghosting along…” - Ghosting - Mother another

Leona: “Where’s your gavel? Your jury? What’s my offense this time?” - Ignorance - Paramore

Ruggie: “Dance, fucker, dance. He never had a chance.” - You’re gonna go far kid - the Offspring

Jack: “When I see your face I hope you’re proud of me, I hope you’re proud.” - Proud - Todrick Hall

Azul: “In terms of conditions, my friend, I’ve only got three…” - So You Wanna Marry Daisy - Spencer Hood

Jade: “And every little tap on my shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you.” - Chicago Is So Two Years Ago - Fall Out Boy

Floyd: “You dyed your hair like me, black so everyone could see, our parents couldn’t believe (You’re either with me or doomed)” - Hug Me -Pharrell Williams and Trey Parker

Kalim: “I’m known for giving love away but I want someone to love me.” - That’s What I Want - Lil Nas X

Jamil: “I can hardly stand the sight of it all” - The Stand - Mother Mother

Vil: “My drug’s attention, I am an addict, but I get paid to indulge in my habit. It’s all an illusion, I’m wearing makeup” - Art is Dead - Bo Burnham

Rook: “So I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit, everyday with someone new” - Someone New - Hozier

Epel: “Gotta keep it together even when you fall apart…but this ain’t my mamas broken heart” - Mama’s Broken Heart - Miranda Lambert

Idia: “Internet Trolls always callin’ me weird, I get mad shade thrown at me by all of my peers.” - My Life Sucks - Scotty Sire

Ortho: “Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, select, start.” - Game Over - Falling In Reverse

Malleus: “Be as you’ve always been.” - Be - Hozier

Lilia: “I made every mistake and felt the shame rise in me, and even now I lie awake, knowing history had its eyes on me…” - History Has It’s Eyes On You - Hamilton

Silver: “if my wall clock tells me that it’s four in the morning I’ll give it hell” - Goodnight Moon - Go Radio

Sebek: “If I’m out of line, just show me the door. I promise you I won’t come here no more…” - Door - I don’t know how but they found me

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #jade leech #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #silver vanrouge

[stormyelliotwritez]

okie dokie so here's the fandom list and the characters i'll write for. i will update this at times so yeah, here we go.

supernatural (dean winchester, sam winchester (not soulless or lucifer sam though), castiel, lucifer, balthazar, bobby (platonic only for jack and charlie))

911 and 911 lone star (tk strand, carlos reyes, evan buckley, eddie diaz, paul strickland, christopher diaz (platonic only), chimney, hen, owen strand)

stranger things (eddie munson, steve harrington, the kids (only platonic), robin buckley (platonic only), nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, argyle, hopper, joyce)

house md (gregory house, james wilson, lisa cuddy and i can write foreman, chase and cameron but i can't promise it will be good. also im only on like season 3 so yeah.)

doctor who (any new who doctors and companions and friends tho coz im writing male reader bill, jenny and vastra will be platonic only coz otherwise that just feels weird also probably platonic for yaz and 13. also any masters because i love them and am obsessed with them)

hannibal (just hannibal and will coz im only on like the first season so it'll be based on vibes mostly)

star wars (like anyone basically just not palpatine and the creepy bad guys like the blue one or moff gideon. i am obsessed with clones and bounty hunters so yeah!)

batfam and dc (anyone basically coz ive got a pretty good grasp of most of their characters. if anyone requests the joker, i will probs mean like lego batman or the animated tv shows joker so the one who isn't an ass and is a bit gay. if they're lesbians, it will be platonic though.)

marvel (anyone like please just give me ideas of marvel stuff to write. i will need like a really good idea to be convinced to write for tony because he pisses me off sometimes. also team red and loki tv show are like my favs so i will write actual masterpieces for those)

criminal minds (the bau gang and also clyde easter like please just request him for giggles otherwise i'll just write stuff for him unprompted)

the mentalist, castle and bones (just the main crews)

good omens (aziraphale and crowley (platonic only) also like any of the other characters besides metatron because i wanna murder him in his sleep (: so yep)

marauders (the marauders obvs, the Valkyries and the Slytherins)

sherlock bbc (sherlock, john, molly, jim, greg, mycroft)

star trek (the one with chris pine) (bones, kirk, spock, scotty) (i can do the old tv show, i just haven't watched much)

the addams family (im talking like the live action movies and the animated because i watched one episode of wednesday and it sucked ngl so yeah. ill write for the whole family so yeppity yep)

shameless (the gallaghers tho not lip and debbie when they're in their problematic arcs mostly because im not up to there and also kev and v but only platonic for them and mickey ofc)

kingsman (eggsy, harry, merlin, agent whiskey)

ghosts bbc (any of the ghosts and also allison and mike)

gravity falls (anyone basically except for gideon and his dad)

hades the video game (anyone tho i don't think anyone would request this)

the x-files (mulder, scully, skinner, the lone gunmen)

spiderverse (hobie, miles, gwen, noir, pav, peter b parker, miles universe peter, miguel (only if you wanna get into a fight with him))

person of interest (reese, finch, fosco, carter, root) (i'm only on s2, i think)

i think thats it so yeah! :)

please send in requests tho ive got no idea if anyone will see this but yeah!

#x male reader #x m!reader #hades the game #stranger things #fanfic #x gn reader #x reader #shameless #ghosts bbc #kingsman #dc #batfam #gravity falls #the addams family #the mandalorian #boba fett #marvel #team red #loki #criminal minds #good omens #supernatural #doctor who #hannibal #star wars #911 #911 lone star #the mentalist #castle #bones

[dira333]

Act my Age - part 10

Scotty x reader - masterlist

“Is everyone okay?!” You shout, your hands grabbing your safety belt, yanking it away from your body with more force than necessary. You lean to your side and there’s Mr. Scott, leaning to the side, only supported by the safety harness.

“Mr. Scott!” You reach out for him, trying to fight the panic bubbling in your chest and when you feel warm skin and a slight stubble, you pull him towards you, as gently as possible.

His breath ghosts over your fingers and you let out a sigh of relief. He’s alive.

You lean him into a more comfortable position before slipping off your chair to get to the survival kit stored beneath it.

“Tayla!” You call, “Haylee! Parks! T’Leer!”

No One answers and there’s only darkness in the shuttle, the Bioluminescent Life Forms to far away for their light to be helpful.

And then the Survival kit slips out of its anchoring and into your hands and you find the flashlight and turn it on, a bright light in the darkness of the shuttle.

The first thing you can see is the pale face of T’Leer staring down at you and you screech involuntarily before you feel his fingers press into a pressure point at your jaw. There’s a sharp pain going through your jaw and up to your ears, followed by a weird sound and then T’Leers calm, monotone voice. The crash must have had a greater impact on your hearing than you had initially thought.

“We are all alive, Lieutenant,” he tells you, “Please stop calling our names when you can’t hear us answer.”

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, shining the flashlight around. Haylee has slipped out of her seat and is sitting next to her sister who must have hurt her arm, judging the way she’s holding it.

Park’s face is ghostly pale, but she’s sending you an encouraging smile.

You turn to Mr. Scott, the only one who’s still without conscious. T’Leer is examining him, before pressing two fingers against his neck.

Mr. Scott jerks awake, blinking against the harsh light of the flashlight, before he groans.

“What was tha’?”

“We crashed,” you tell him, touching T’Leer’s shoulder lightly while concentrating on the thought that he should take a look at Tayla’s shoulder. The Vulcan turns to you, nods and leaves.

“A controlled crash on the planet surface. We got some minor injuries, but otherwise, we are good to get out of here.”

He blinks up at you sluggishly.

“Ou’ of here? Have ye called the Enterprise already? Will they beam us up?”

“There’s no use in calling them,” you lean forward and open his safety belt, offering him your arm to get out of the seat, “As I told you earlier we have to get to water to get a signal. As soon as T’Leer gives me green light we’re leaving the Shuttle.”

“Ye told me that?” Mr. Scott takes your arm and pulls himself up, swaying a little when he’s standing upright, “Wait, ye wan’ to leave the shuttle? Le’ me check the comm’s, I’m sure I can find a way to call them.” “I’ve calculated everything before we went down here. I wasn’t expecting a Chiroptera Chordata, but I was well aware of the geologic structure and its problems.”

Even in the dim light you can see that he’s trying hard to focus on your face.

“That’s not just not yer first mission,” he mumbles, a slight slur in his words, “Right?”

“We’ll talk about that later,” you tell him and look over to T’Leer who’s just finished patching up Tayla.

“We’re good to go, Lieutenant.”

“Alright. We’re going to go as a group, but I want you to keep an eye on your neighbor. Haylee and Tayla, T’Leer and Parks, help each other. We’re going to grab our Survival kits and as many flashlights as you can find in this shuttle and then we make our way to the next river. Haylee, how far off our destination are we?”

“Not much, I had to turn a bit more north because of the wind, it shouldn’t be more than 75 meters.”

“We’re going to keep moving east then, there should be a river in approximately 500 meters. Make sure you’re being noisy when you walk, that should keep possible predators away.”

“Is now later?” Mr. Scott asks when you help him climb down the bluff bank overgrown with dry purple glowing grass.

“What?” You ask, stomping with every careful step you take while keeping an eye out for the smaller but not less deadly predators you might encounter, now the Chiroptera Chordata is moving around hundreds of meters over your head.

“Ye said we would talk about this later,” he reminds you, his words calm and careful. He’s sobered up from the earlier confusion, but the dried blood on his temple tell you that he must have an insane headache.

“I’d rather wait until after this mission is over,” you stop and put the small whistle from the survival kit against your lips, calling out to the rest of your team that is only a few steps ahead.

“Short break,” you order, “We need to get samples.”

“Ye want to get samples?!” Mr. Scott exclaims next to you, “Here? Now? When any second somethin’ could jump out of the shadows and try to kill us?”

“Are you scared?” Parks calls over, her face less pale now, her phaser drawn and ready, “Because I’m not.”

“Phh, scared,” Mr. Scott puffs out his cheek before taking a breath and visibly calming down, “No, I’m worried. Nothin’ works as it should and I want everyone to get back safely.”

T’Leer turns around, a glowing purple plant in his gloved right hand, and throws Mr. Scott a sharp look, “I’ve been on more than ten missions under Lieutenant Y/N and so far everyone has made it back safely.”

“T’Leer,” your voice must sound calm and collected to an outsider, but T’Leer catches the reprimand etched into his name, you can see that by the way, he pulls back his shoulders as if he’s opting to ignore it.

“I transferred to the Enterprise one year before Lieutenant Y/N and when I heard she was coming to work as the right hand of Commander Spock, I was eager to work with her on more missions. Her orders are always logical, Mr. Scott, so if she’s telling us to stop and take samples, we stop and take samples.”

“T’Leer,” you say again and he stops, presses his lips together and turns back around to work.

You’re unable to look into Mr. Scott’s direction and keep yourself busy with taking samples. But when that task is fulfilled you can only step back into the group and move, stomping with every step you take, keeping an eye out on Mr. Scott in case he needs you.

Which he obviously doesn’t.

The time drags on. You’ve kept your mind busy with counting the seconds and minutes from the shuttle to the place you took samples and from there to the first time you can hear water.

Where the water is, everything’s pitch black. The Bioluminescent Life Forms don’t grow near water, as it seems. Darkness means danger, but also the chance to get a signal.

“We need to be as loud and bright as possible,” you order, pulling out glow sticks from your survival kit and handing them out, “Make yourself visible. Does anyone know a song that is loud and catchy that we could sing?”

“How about ‘We will rock you’?” Tayla offers, “I don’t know if anyone of you guys knows this song, it’s pretty old, but our Avós loved it and it’s pretty catchy, with stomping and clapping and so on.”

“I don’t have a better idea,” you tell her, “On New Vulcan, we mostly listened to Vulcan music and that is hardly loud or catchy.”

You can feel Mr. Scott’s eyes on you when you mention New Vulcan, but you don’t have time for that, don’t have the heart to go through all the explaining you’d have to do.

“Can you teach us the song?” You ask Tayla. Her answer is a smile.

You know that when you’ll write the mission report, the sentence “We walked down towards the river, stomping and clapping in rhythm while singing an old Terran song as loud as we could while waving our flashlights,” will never sound as weird as the experience is when you have to go through it yourself.

You have an eye on your comm while you sing, ripping it from your belt the moment the little green light tells you that you have a signal.

It’s hard to hear what the people from the Enterprise are trying to tell you, but you’re pretty sure that they have understood your request to beam the team back, especially when the Pimentel twins fade into soft golden light.

T’Leer and Parks are next. The light on your comm flickers and you look up to Mr. Scott who’s stopped singing.

You’re just two people encased in the soft light of glow sticks and flashlights, staring at each other in the darkness.

“I’m very sorry I did not tell you everything, Mr. Scott,” you say, flicking open your comm without looking down at it, not able to break the eye contact with him, “It just didn’t come up in our first conversation and you seemed to have this picture of me in your mind and I didn’t know how to change that.”

“Would ye jus’ call me Scotty?” He asks, exhaustion in his voice. He has his own Comm in hand, pressing the reset button again and again and again, “I jus’ donnae know what to think of ye anymore! I gave ye up to three lessons a week in a subject ye probably have no interest in! Ye let me believe that ye’re a newbie when ye’re on the same skill level as I am, jus’ in another subject and ye… ye never call me by the name I’ve asked ye too, several times! Why do ye never call me Scotty?!” His voice gets louder with every word until he’s yelling.

“Because I can’t!” You yell back, feeling so irrationally and illogically angry at him, “Because I like you even though I shouldn’t and calling you Scotty would just… I can’t be so close to you that I call you a nickname when I’m not really close to you.”

He stares at you with wide eyes.

Maybe you should feel bad about blurting it out that way, about opening your heart to him when it won’t really mean a thing in the end, but it’s freeing and, you think, if you’ve already lost the fight, you can just go down with everything you have as well.

“And I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you that I was smarter than you thought I was or that I didn’t want to actually become an Engineer. I just got so nervous around you and it seemed to be the only way I could spend time with you without making an utter fool of myself.”

You fall silent and he looks like he’s far from saying anything.

You press the reset button on your comm and look at him.

“Tell me if you would have had a better idea if you would have been in my shoes.”

The light on your Comm flickers back to life.

“Enterprise? Lieutenants Y/N and Scott to beam up!”

There’s a cracking sound in the darkness around you. Before you can react to it, golden light surrounds you and the darkness of Sinar fades to the warm yellow light of the transporter platform.

“Y/N!” Your brother’s jumping onto the platform before you can react, pulling you into a hug, “We lost your signal! I was so worried!”

You can see Mr. Scott over his shoulder, can see that glance he throws back at you before he turns around and leaves without looking back again.

At least the mission had been a success.

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#my writing #Star Trek AOS #Star Trek writing #Star Trek x reader #Scotty AOS #Scotty x reader #Scott Montgomery

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

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 57: Alex?

At a recent crime scene, the Sheriff examined the vehicle and saw the claw marks on the hood of a wrecked car.

His fingertips ghosted the marks as he sighed and started to head over to where his trouble making kids were.

Stiles was getting an arm cast on his right arm, wincing as the man tightened it and placed it on him properly. Only Scott and Sam were the unhurt ones, but pretended like they had killer headaches.

"What in the hell," the trio turned, and saw the Sheriff headed toward them. "Were you three thinking?"

Scott shrugged, slightly smiling. "We were just trying to help."

"Why don't you try and help me understand what the hell happened?", Sheriff asked.

"Right, well," Stiles started. "We were trying to gently persuade him to pull over."

Sheriff furrowed his eyebrows at his son. Stiles raised his brows as Scott explained what happened, only droning on as he realized he terrified the poor man with his werewolf looks.

Sheriff raised an eyebrow at Scott who had a guilty smile plastered on his face. Sam shook her head and turned to the sheriff.

"He was trying to get away?", she asked. 

"He got away." Sheriff stated.

"Right," Stiles nodded. "Because obviously, he's some sort of criminal mastermind, Dad!"

The trio watched as the Sheriff led them towards the back of the van that the man was driving.

"You wanna guess what the stolen merchandise is?", he asked, opening the back doors and showed them gas tanks.

Scott sighed in disappointment, already knowing what they were.

Stiles, on the other hand, started mindlessly guessing. "Critical life saving medical equipment?"

Sheriff pointed a finger at his son. "No."

"Poison gas?"

Noah shook his head. "Nope."

Stiles thought for a bit. "Is it filled with drugs?"

The sheriff leaned forward for dramatic effect. "Helium."

Sam and Stiles looked at him in confusion. 

"Hel-lium?", Stiles asked, incredulously. His father nodded and shooed them away, dismissing their suspicions about the "culprit".

The trio disappointedly headed towards the Jeep, got inside and drove off.

"Well, now I feel ridiculous.", Sam muttered as she looked out the window. 

Scott smiled from the driver's seat. "Maybe this is a good thing."

"That we saved helium?", Stiles asked, making Scott and Sam chuckle.

"I mean that… they don't need us anymore.", Scott corrected. Sam snorted in dismissal. "Okay."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, they need us. They just don't know it."

"We're all going off to college soon so Beacon Hills is gonna have to survive without us." Scott said.

"Beacon Hills would burn to the ground without us.", Stiles determined.

"He's got a point, Scotty.", Sam agreed from the backseat.

"Stiles," Scott looked at him and Stiles returned his look with raised eyebrows.

Scott frowned, focusing back on the road. "They don't need us."

Stiles didn't respond. Only until his phone vibrated, indicating that his father needed him for something. 

Being right, he waved his phone in Scott's face with a smile. "They need us!"

They learned that the boy's parents were missing and they were having trouble locating his family, which is why they were called there.

The trio showed up to the sheriff's office, seeing

Liam and Hayden had brought a boy named Alex to the Sheriff's Office.

Stiles stared at the boy. He reminded him of him and how the Darach had taken his father. He was distraught and scared. 

They were willing and determined to help the boy in any way necessary.

Scott knelt down beside Alex and placed his hand on the back of his shoulder.

"You ready?", Scott asked him and Alex nodded, taking a small breath as Scott flicked out his claws, and pricked them in the back of the boy's neck.

Alex instantly grunted in pain, as he tried to endure the pain of Scott's claws while his memory resurfaced just by a bit. Scott tried and finally found the memory that he needed.

After a few moments, a terrified Scott stumbled away from Alex, gasping. Sam and Stiles caught him, concerned.

"What happened?", Sam asked and glanced at the younger boy.

Stiles turned to Scott. "What'd you see?"

"I saw a guy on a horse.", Scott responded.

"Horse?", Stiles asked, confused.

"He had a gun.", Sco5t described.

"Okay," Sheriff started. "A guy with a gun… that sounds like my department. Not yours."

"Okay, then, what about his parents? What happened to them?", Sam asked. "I don't know," Scott shook his head. "That's all I can remember…"

"They're coming back." Alex spoke suddenly, lifting his head to stare at them. 

The next day, the trio brought Lydia to the abandoned car in the junkyard. Stiles and Sam sat in the back of the car, waiting for her to also gain a sense of death.

She couldn't, and had Lydia walk over to the car. She touched the windshield, closing her eyes tightly.

Once she couldn't get a feeling, she took her hands off and opened her eyes before opening the car door, and sat in the driver's side.

Her hands glided up onto the wheel, gripping it firmly and she closed her eyes once more.

After a moment, she opened her eyes, looking at her reflection in the rearview mirror and sighed, catching Sam and Stiles' attention. "What?", Stiles rushed.

"This is a perfect shade for me.", Lydia cooed, patting at her eyeshadow. "Forget the name."

Sam gave her an unamused expression. "Really?"

Stiles blinked at the strawberry blonde. "Can we please stay on topic here?", he asked as Scott went to the front of the car.

"I'm not getting anything.", Lydia said. They paused as they heard a coyote howling, knowing it was Malia.

Lydia got out, grabbing Malia's clothes. The werecoyote jumped over a junk pile, moved over to the car and morphed back into her human form.

Her eyes were still glowing blue and slowly dimmed back to brown. "I don't think they're dead.", Lydia said to her.

"They're dead. Probably torn apart.", Malia said for sure as she got dressed. "The only thing I don't get is why there's no blood."

"They're not dead. If they were dead, I'd sense it.", Lydia said and Sam agreed.

"If they were alive, I'd smell it.", Malia countered. "But I'm not getting anything either.", Scott said.

Stiles turned to look at him. "Scott, what are you talking' about? You were in his head for four minutes. I timed it."

"Well, it's not an exact science. And he's a kid. Maybe, he's too freaked out to remember."

"Okay, so what about the horseman?", Sam asked. Stiles nodded. "See? There's something, okay? And his parents were taken."

Malla sighed. "Why does it matter if they're dead? Dead is dead."

"Okay, if it's just a robbery, we can't help them. And if it's something supernatural, my dad can't help them.", Stiles countered.

Lydia narrowed her eyes at him. "It sounds like you want it to be supernatural."

"It's been, like, three months since anything's happened.", Stiles shrugged.

"And we couldn't take a break during those months because you were too busy trying to be a busybody.", Sam countered.

"And I'm not some sort of supernatural metal detector.", Lydia shot back at Stiles.

"Okay, okay. But you can't tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidences?"

Lydia scoffed. "What I'm saying is maybe normality wouldn't be so bad."

She left with Malia and the trio sighed. Sam walked over to the car and opened the driver's door once more and sat in the seat. 

"Nothing's making any sense. Even if they are dead, where could their bodies have gone?", Sam muttered.

Scott didn't respond as he looked at the car as well.

Sam glanced at him as he stared back at her. Well, not at her but the broken windshield.

Stiles walked up to the quiet boy and looked at what he was looking at. "What?", Sam asked.

Stiles nodded. "You're being weird, staring at a broken windshield.", Stiles told Scott.

Scott didn't take his eyes off of it. "There's something wrong with it.", Scott said. "It's broken." 

Sam and Stiles nodded, trying to understand his obvious statement.

"And it wasn't a magic bullet. It was a regular bullet. That blew out a regular windshield.", Scott specified. He looked at all the other cars in the junkyard.

"Just like that one, and that one," Scott pointed and noticed they all had the same type of damage. "And that one."

Stiles looked at the cars as well, turning back to look at the windshield and noticed a shard of glass that was lightly illuminating.

He picked up the glass, gazing over it. "Magic bullet.", he whispered. The next morning at school, it was picture day and Malia was trying to get her picture taken by Sydney.

Smiling wide, she was ready until Stiles stepped in the photo taking. "Malia, so...", Stiles spoke as the flash went off and he turned and gave an apologetic smile to Sydney. "My bad, sorry, go ahead, look pretty.", he told Malia.

He backed out and Malla smiled again and before Sydney took the picture, Stiles jumped in again.

Malia frowned at him. "That was a good one."

Other students in line watched Malia try to get a picture but Stiles kept jumping in. After four more failed attempts, Malla snapped. "Stiles!"

Sydney paused, looking at him in irritation. "You're still in the photo."

Stiles heard the other students talking and groaning in annoyance. "Sorry.", he apologized before Sam pulled him by the arm and tugged him away.

Malia grunted, getting off of the stool and walked over to the table where Scott and Lydia were. "You ruined it.", Malia said.

"Why would I want to ruin your yearbook photo?", Stiles asked as she sat on the table.

"Maybe because you haven't signed up for your own photo yet?", Sam said. 

"Yes, I did.", Stiles disagreed, pulling out his form and turning it, showing it to the girls so they could see.

They looked at the paper, then looked at him with uncertainty in their eyes. "It's blank.", they say.

Confused, Stiles looked down, seeing the paper blank and his eyes widened in disbelief.

He remembered filling out the paper, but the ink of his pen was no longer on the paper. "Uh…"

"Or maybe you're sublimating the stress of graduating by avoiding key milestones." Scott chimed in, glancing up at Stiles.

Stiles, Sam, Lydia and Malia looked at him in confusion. "Psych paper.", Scott explained.

Lydia nodded. "Oh."

"Hey, the Deputy searched the car.", Stiles gaining their attention. "No slugs, no exit hole. And the address Alex gave my dad, it's an abandoned house."

Sam, Lydia, Malia, and Scott all glanced at one another. "Come on! Missing parents, suspicious guy on horseback, magic bullet. Who's comin' with?", Stiles asked.

Malia spoke up. "I've got to retake my photos.

Lydia shook her head. "Yeah, not interested."

Scott shook his head. "I cannot miss any more classes."

"Scott." Stiles said, disappointed. "I missed thirty-eight last semester.", Scott said.

"Scott."

"And Lydia's mom is the only reason I'm still in school." Scott nodded. "I can go after school.", he promised.

"You know what? Forget it. I'll take Liam." Stiles glanced up and over at the bench where he saw Liam and paused, gaining his friends' attention to see  Liam was on the bench with Hayden, kissing heavily.

Stiles shook his head. "Yeah, I'm not taking Liam."

Sam sighed, a smile appearing on her face. "I'll go with you.", she said and Stiles' face turned into a grin as he snapped his attention to her.

"Hey, can I get a candid?", Sydney came up to the teens with a smile.

Stiles shook his head. "Uh, no."

Sam nudged his arm and his best friends pulled him towards the table, having him sit in between Lydia and Scott. "Okay, fine."

Sam sat behind three with Malia as Sydney readied her camera.

Stiles reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue shard of glass. "If you can explain to me why this is blue, I'll let it go.", Stiles said, giving it to Scott frowned in curiosity as he took it into his hand. 

"Everyone smile.", Sydney said. Everyone sat closer and Sam put bunny ears over the boys' heads.

Later that day, Stiles and Sam stood out in the hall as Scott went to ask about the shard. "I meant to ask– why'd you take that shard with you?", Sam asked the boy.

Stiles shrugged.

She frowned. "Is something new happening that you're not saying?"

"Maybe," Stiles hushed.

Before Sam could question, Scott quickly exited the classroom, rushing to his friends. "Thirty-nine?", Stiles asked. 

Scott nodded. "Thirty-nine."

"Yes.", Stiles cheered, and led his friends out of the double doors.

"Okay, new question. Why are we always leaving in the middle of the day?", Sam asked.

"It's our thing. We always do that.", Scott stated.

"Yeah, but we kinda messed up our Sophomore year doing that shit too.", Sam emphasized with wide eyes. "We missed out on so much because of everything that was happening."

"But we're not Sophomores anymore, we're Seniors.", Stiles said.

"Exactly my point. We miss any more classes and we may not even attend prom. Or graduate and I dunno about y'all but I want to graduate.", Sam said.

Stiles smiled. "And we will. And solve mysteries along the way, now c'mon!", he said, pulling her further.

Before they could escape the school, the trio stopped, seeing an irritated and disappointed Natalie Martin.

"Neither one of you are going anywhere.", she said and rounded on Scott. "Thirty-eight classes, Scott. I had to beg the superintendent."

"Mrs. Martin, Scott is the sworn protector of Beacon Hills.", Stiles tried to bargain.

Mrs. Martin shook her head, pushing her students back in the school. "He can protect it at 3:30. Now, get to class. Sam, please make sure they attend their classes.", Natalie told her.

Sam gave Stiles a knowing look. "I told you."

Stiles grumbled as they walked away. "We're not waiting until 3:30."

Instead, they waited until their last class, watching an old documentary in World History. Stiles annoyingly, and impatiently sat in his seat while Scott and Sam gave a quiet chuckle at his impatience.

After a couple of minutes, Sam fell asleep.

Her eyes opened to see an empty darkened road. It wasn't her usual clearing or the usual wide, and open view of the moon staring back at her.

This area was foggy, almost. As she turned around, she could feel a patterned thumping coming towards her.

It wasn't like skipping, but… galloping…

It was getting closer. Close enough to where she could hear the clopping sound of horseshoes. She dove into a nearby bush and waited to see who was coming.

It was indeed a horse, but atop it was a man dressed in dark weird clothing. Like a dark cowboy…

He slowed his horse down as he looked around as if he were looking for Sam. She was ready to back away from the horseman only to be awakened by Stiles shaking her awake.

The class was over and it was finally time to go. 

Sam felt disturbed once they left the school. It was unnerving.

The memory was almost washed after the trio arrived at Alex's abandoned house.

Looking at Alex's swing made her feel bad. How old was Alex? What was his relationship like with his parents? What happened here??

Stiles handed Scott a flashlight, leading his friends up to the house.

Once they got to the porch,  Scott reached for the door handle, ready to rip it off until he twisted the knob and the door easily opened, making the trio frown in suspicion.

He turned the knob, pushing in the door and it creaked open, as Scott looked around inside.

The boys led Sam around the empty house and inspected each room.

All of them were practically empty. Scott, uneasy, turns to his friends. "You wanna split up?"

"Uh, absolutely not.", Stiles shook his head. Sam's eyes widened at Scott as she muttered. "What type of stupid ass question…", she trailed off as she felt a sensation toward a dusty spiral staircase, similar to Derek's and walked over to it.

The boys watched her before following her. "Uh, are you seeing something we aren't?", Stiles asked.

Sam didn't say anything, but her eyebrows furrowed. She needed to find this feeling. A sense of dread. And it was only in one part of the house.

Why?

"Uh, hello? I thought you said no splitting? Sam?", Stiles called as they followed her down a hallway to a door.

"What's wrong with this door?", Scott asked.

"Maybe Alex got the address wrong.", Scott muttered.

"Or he lied.", Stiles suggested.

"Why would he lie?", Scott said as Sam inspected the door.

"I don't think he did…", Sam mumbled, staring at the door as it illuminated with spots. 

Stiles grabbed the knob, turning it slowly and opened it up, seeing a bright, colorful room. There was a nicely made bed with the covers folded neatly, the floor was cleaned, and there were pictures and toys that were set up.

"Why didn't the cops say anything about this?", Scott asked, glancing around.

Stiles turned off his flashlight, turning to Scott. "They don't know it's here. They can't come here without a warrant, and there's no owner of record to serve a warrant to. So unless there's some kind of threat or imminent danger, they wouldn't come in."

Scott nodded and suddenly turned his head, staring out into the hall. Stiles and Sam's eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"I think I heard something.", Scott replied, leaving the room. Sam almost followed him. "If you hear something, you better say something!", she warned.

Stiles caught her attention as he stared at some pictures. "What's wrong?", she asked. His eyebrows furrowed. "Alex… he's alone in every picture.", he replied, making her look at the pictures herself. 

She picked up one picture and inspected it and he was right. Alex was alone.

She turned around and saw Stiles looking at the bed.

"What?", she asked.

"You didn't hear that?", he asked her. Her shoulders dropped, exasperated. "Look, now–"

Stiles shook his head as he moved around the bed. "I heard it. I promise I heard it."

He got down on his knees, grabbing the sheets of the bed and pulled up for him to see.

Sam waited until he would tell her what he saw, only to hear him breathing heavily in panic as he shot up.

He looked out the windows before looking at her. "Did… Did you see that?"

Sam frowned and pointed a finger at him. "That's enough crazy shit for today. He's hearing something and apparently you just saw something I didn't see. What the hell is going on?", she asked, leaving the room.

"Yeah, we need to go," Stiles got up onto his feet. "We need to go. Now.", he said, following her. They only stop as the sound of wind whirred behind them.

They paused and Sam looked at Stiles with wide eyes. "What the hell was that?" She looked over his shoulder and her heart dropped. "Stiles.", she called, warningly and he turned around to see what she was seeing. 

It was the same figure from her dream. Why was he here? Were there more?

Before they could move anymore, the man reached for his side, drawing out a gun and Sam growled.

The cowboys aimed at her and her eyes widened. "No!", Stiles yelled as he watched the man's trigger finger.

Stiles quickly pulled the girl aside, quick enough to dodge the bullet. 

Stiles pulled her into safety, taking cover from the oncoming bullets. The more bullets that came the more pressured Sam felt and Stiles could only watch in panic as his vision became dark.

Was he dead? Did he get shot and he couldn't feel it?

He couldn't have because he was still hearing his own panicked breaths and someone else's.

Sam.

He felt a body next to him, but it was dark. All until a shaded light flashed over his vision. It was like he was seeing through sunglasses, except he was in one big glass. The bullets stopped. The room was quiet.

He looked at Sam who looked around in trembling shock. He pressed his hand against the darkened barrier. It was cold. He turned back to her as she slumped against the barrier. "You- you made a forcefield?", he asked.

Sam shrugged, still shocked. "I guess so."

They heard heavy footsteps rushing up to them as they saw Scott and Liam. "What the hell happened!?", Scott asked. 

The two werewolves could only see a 6 foot tall black ball, similar to a life sized magic 8 ball. They couldn't see their friends, but the bullet holes and damages in the room was enough to set them in panic.

In the barrier, Stiles banged his fists on the wall and turned to Sam. She dropped the barrier, causing Stiles to stumble and shocking her fellow werewolves.

Sam's hands shook as she looked at Scott, Liam and Mason.

Stiles looked at Scott who was looking for an answer. "He was here.", Stiles explained. "He shot at us. The guy you saw in his memory."

"The guy who took his parents?", Mason questioned.

Stiles shook his head. "No, no, no. They weren't just taken. They were– they were made to disappear. That's why there's no furniture, that's why they weren't in any of the photos."

He took a deep breath. "They were erased."

Everyone stayed silent.

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[sgt-scottymoreau]

Ghillie, guns and death

Summary: A recent mission trigger an old memory Scotty thought was long buried and forgotten. She didn't expected it to come back so strongly.

Warning: Mention and description of death, mention of blood, anxiety, military inacuracy most likely

Words: 4.2k // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: Really enjoyed writing that one ;w; love the angst in that one.

It was very common among the military that the field would leave scars. Be there physically or psychological. It was almost impossible to go from recruitment to retirement without any consequences. However the difference was how each individual could handle the aftermath. Everyone had different ways to cope or recover. Most importantly, not everyone had the same trigger of a traumatic event. For some the slightest thing could be, for others it would need more. 

That was what she knew, that was what she always believed. Because it was true. Scotty went through many things during her few years in the army. While she handled these situations a certain way, she saw friends being the polar opposite. She often joked it would take a lot for her to completely break, she could take it. That’s why when a recent mission triggered a very deep, hidden almost forgotten memory, it surprised her as much as it did the others. 

Laying down on her belly, Scotty scoped the surroundings with the binoculars. A gust of wind pushed part of the ghillie in her face and she quickly moved out of her vision. “I see movement North-East of your position… Seems to be civilians.” She reported quickly to Gaz. 

“Roger that. Moving closer to the target now.” 

A deep breath escaped her nose as she adjusted her position. Soap moved next to her and replaced his grip on his sniper. “What’s with the sigh? Bored?”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t... Did I?”

“Relax. Everything is going well. As soon as Garrick grabs the package and is out, we go home.”

“Mhm.” Her shoulders rolled. Her body was more tense than she thought. “To be honest, not that I hate ghillies, but this is not my favorite kind of mission.”

“Don’t like crawling around or getting dirty?” Soap teased. 

“That’s not it. It’s something else but… Gaz careful two hostiles 200 meters on your left… But I don’t know what or why.” 

Soap let the subject go and kept an eye on the targets Scotty called out. Now that the Scotsman had them, she took this chance to look around and make sure their position was always safe. In the distance, she saw two vehicles. One stayed on the same road heading towards the exit of the sector. Meanwhile the second one turned left heading in her and Soap’s direction. They quickly warned Gaz of their situation. Soap hid his gun. The binoculars away, they both watched the group who exited the car, armed and on what looked to be a patrolling pattern. Their breath quickened, their minds focused on the threat ahead of them. Scotty’s palms were sweaty, her throat dry and her muscles so tense it was almost painful. The group walked past them and two even paused for a moment, casually chatting. Her heart was beating fast, it was about to burst out of her chest, she felt the vein in her neck pulsing at each beat. Scotty remained as still as possible, focusing her breathing and her mind on the grass in front of her. They kept talking till a gunshot echoed. The patrol was startled, the two operatives remained calm not moving an inch. Because it was clearly a miss fire, someone had accidently pressed the trigger or maybe it was intentional, but it was not directed at Soap or Scotty. This shot resonated in her ears for a moment. Her mind suddenly panicked. Her hands clenched and her head calmly turned towards Soap. She stopped breathing.

One guard had his gun hanging above Soap’s head. The guard was relaxed so he wasn’t a threat. However at this very instant, lay down in the green grass of a remote area, the world stopped and she was thrown back 8 years ago. No muscles moved, she held her breath, her eyes were wide open to capture every single second that was unfolding. The guards laughed and finally walked away. Soap followed them till their car drove away. He turned to Scotty with a small joke in mind to ease what happened, but when he saw the fear in her eyes he kept it down. He crawled closer to her. Scotty remained immobile, frozen in the same position, fear growing by the second. “Hey Scotty, they are gone. You can relax.” 

Silence. He carefully placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her. “Scotty, what’s going on? … Talk to me… Hey!... Camille!”

Scotty snapped back to reality. She was in a green field, high grass, the familiar blue eyes of the Scotsman fixed on her with a lot of worry. In the distance she heard birds and a gust of wind blew over the area. Gaz’s voice cracked through the radio to which Soap was the one to reply. Soap wondered again if everything was fine. Despite a dry mouth and a still fast heartbeat, Scotty assured him all was fine. They had a mission to finish.

*****

Everything else went smoothly and the three of them returned home successfully. Scotty couldn’t stop thinking about what happened, how she froze in a situation that would have required her to stay alert all time. She apologized to her teammates for this. However when they tried to have her say why this happened, she refused to explain. She didn’t want to talk about it and promised it would never happen again. But the rest of the flight back home was a restless one.

Finally home after the long day, Scotty decided to take it easy for a while. Her mind was always going back to what happened and she wanted it to stop. Maybe mindlessly watching the tv or a movie or anything to keep her thoughts at bay. After preparing a cup of tea, she wrapped herself in a blanket and let herself fall on the couch. The first ten minutes were spent going through channels, there had to be something there. She eventually settled on a rerun of a comedy show. It took a few punchlines and hearing the crowd laugh to ease her mind a little. Half an hour in, her mind relaxed, so did her body and she was able to laugh along. It felt good for a moment, but Scotty was well aware that her problem was always lingering in the back and was about to come back now that the stand up was about to end. As a prayer answered for her need to find something to keep her busy before the anxiety crawled back, the front door opened. 

With a happy smile, Scotty almost ran to greet Ghost who had just locked the door and was taking off his mask. He returned the smile and pressed a kiss on her forehead. “How was work?” She asked.

“The same as usual. How was your ops?” He dropped his bag on the entrance table and took off his jacket.

“Mhm, it went well. No problem, the captain was happy with what we did.” Her hands were hidden behind her back. She fidgeted with her nails.

He tried hard to not to frown, Ghost didn’t want to look suspicious. “Nothing else to add?”  

“No. Well! Now that you’re home, what do you want to eat tonight? I could go for some pizza. Or we have week-old leftovers in the fridge.”

“I finished the leftovers while you were gone, love. Pizza sounds good. You wa-”

“I’m on it!” The Brit didn’t have the time to say another word, she was already dialing up the number. It would be their usual then. He didn’t push things any further for now, if anything it looked like he should let the evening go as usual, pretend that all was ok. While waiting for the delivery, he noticed that she was much more chatty than usual, going back and forth on subjects. She listened as he complained about some mundane things with so much focus it was also strange. When the pizza arrived, they sat on the couch turned the tv on and lazily enjoyed their meal with some rerun series in the background. Eventually, Scotty curled up in his arms as they kept watching and stayed very still. His chin on her head, Ghost decided to go for it.

“Soap and Gaz talked to me, you know.” He felt her tense up. “They told me what happened.”

Her gaze remained on the screen, her position the same. Not daring to look him in the eyes. “It’s nothing. I got scared a little, I mean who wouldn’t. But everything is fine, no need to worry.”

“Are you sure? They looked very concerned for you, it feels like it might have been more.”

Scotty pushed his embrace away, sat straight and turned to him. He tried to read her face, nothing. She looked at him for a second and turned her head away. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” 

Ghost didn’t stop her. He watched as she disappeared in the dark in the direction of their room. His phone buzzed. A quick glance on the screen and saw Gaz’s name. He was asking if he had been able to get her to talk more. A short no was Ghost’s answer. Of course the idea of forcing her to explain, to question her till she finally says all didn’t sit well with him. But neither was seeing her so out of her usual self. What was troubling her?

It was the middle of the night, Ghost fell asleep less than two hours ago and he was awakened by a rustling noise. The bedsheet being tugged in all directions. It took him a few seconds to realize it was Scotty. Whatever she was dreaming of, it was upsetting her. Through the faint light that came through the curtains, he saw her hands crisped on the cloth, a slight frown on her face as she whimpered, mumbling some words. Ghost hesitated for a moment; should he wake her up or not? Hand hanging in the air as he was uncertain, he didn’t have to ponder any longer. Scotty woke up with a small cry, eyes wide open, sitting straight in less than a second. Her breathing was fast, sweat rolled down her temples and her knuckles were turning white. A nightmare. A very nasty one obviously. Ghost quickly turned the light on. He softly called out her name. “Everything is ok love. You are at home, you are safe. Deep breath.”

Her brown eyes stared at his hazel one as she did. After a minute, Scotty had calmed down. On the outside; on the inside her mind was still replaying the nightmare she experienced. It had been years since this day came back to haunt her. Ghost pulled in his arms, gently stroking her hair. She had dealt with him and his nightmares in the past. It was normal that he would return the favor now. Yet he didn’t pressure her into anything. She would talk when she was ready. For another ten minutes, Scotty stayed in his arms in silence. His presence was enough to remind her where she was, that all was just a bad memory and that it couldn’t hurt her more than the psychological wound it left years ago. Ghost’s scent calmed her distressed mind, eventually helping her rationalize more and more till all her worries fade away. “Are you ok?” Ghost calmly asked. He brushed a few wild hairs behind her ear. 

“For now, yes.” Her eyes closed with a sigh of relief. “I’m ok Simon. Let’s just go back to sleep. We… We can talk about this tomorrow. We both need some rest.”

The next morning, Ghost woke up alone. Music softly played in the distance, the smell of fresh brewed tea reached the bedroom. He made his way to the source of it. There he found Scotty sitting at the table, wearing his hoodie and two cups of tea still warm. She turned to smile at him with a nice good morning. It didn’t look like she had much sleep after what happened. Before taking a seat next to her he lowered the music leaving it loud enough to be a white noise in the background. A quick kiss on the head as he lowered himself on the chair and his hand reached for hers. She squeezed it gently. “We don’t have to talk about it so early.” He smiled.

“It’s like a plaster, need to remove it quickly.” She smiled back. “It will hurt a lot, but only for a few seconds.”

“Alright then, what is troubling you so much since you came back?”

*****

“Camille, please be careful.” Her mother worried for the hundredth time.

“Maman it’s alright.” The young woman rolled her eyes. She just finished packing her bag and was ready to head out. “I told you, this time I’m not being deployed in a direct battlefield, it’s a support mission. I won’t even be away from home that long, 6 or 10 months.”

“You know I don’t like when you act like this. As if this job of yours wasn’t deadly at all. You do know that you…”

Camille stopped her mother rambling with a quick kiss on the cheek and a hug. “I know you worry because you had to go through that with dad and now it’s my turn to give you white hair, but it will be fine. It’s my third time away from home, and I always came back in one piece.” 

Suzanne shook her head. She was her father’s daughter no doubt. They both took their job too light to her taste and nothing could be done about this. She only hoped that her daughter will always come back safe and will never have to go through a traumatic event like her husband did. The latter was actually a hopeless wish. 

This conversation was the last one Scotty had with her mother since she left almost three months ago now. Now, she was joking around with her friends as the car drove on the rather bumpy road, making it almost a fun ride. In her unit, there were old and new faces, people she had been working with before and fresh out of the training program recruits. The atmosphere around was like any other before, talking about what was coming and then the casual conversations. A few insults here and there to tease. 

“Hey Moreau.” She turned her head to the soldier next to her. “Stop daydreaming and tell us about your last date.”

“Fuck off, Villeneuve!”

“What? Heard you and her connected very well.” 

Scotty hit him on the helmet. “Well, don’t be jealous that I slept with more women last night than you did in your whole life.” 

This had the whole group howling at the comment. Villeneuve mumbled something and let the subject go. The convoy arrived at their location not long after. A small remote village where their mission was to help the locals to defend themselves against traffickers. They would provide training and small armaments and in the meantime they would also give protection. It would be considered like an easy task; moderate risk. Since the army had been deployed, traffickers' activities had been low. The group before hers had encountered some on the road and they had quickly ran away. Since then, it has been calm. A spotting or two that showed they were likely gathering information on the new situation. Her unit actually expected something to happen in the coming days.

The next two weeks went without a hitch. Scotty’s main job was patrolling, keeping the area secure and making sure the residents still felt safe. When she was ‘off-duty’ she did play with the kids. They were nice ones. Most of the time they listened to the rules with some exceptions obviously. One day, one of the kids tried to get to her pistol in her holster. She was distracted talking with other kids. The curious one was approaching from the back, tiptoes. The slightless tug movement was enough to have her hand fly so fast it surprised the little crowd in front of her. The little culprit was speechless as her fingers collapsed on his wrist with such force she feared she might have left some bruises. A quick warning to never do this again was all they needed. Since, no more incidents. The atmosphere in the village was heavy despite these small lighthearted interactions. None of the soldiers could rest easily.

A week later, Scotty and four others were sent with a group of locals to retrieve water for the village. Usually, this would have been a long walk that would have taken half a day, thanks to the army vehicles they cut that time in half. The locals did appreciate this luxury. However, this was also the opportunity their enemies had been waiting for. 

As they drove back to the village, all radios attached on the vest blared with the same order and urgency. The rest of the unit was under attack and by the description of it, overwhelmed. Outnumbered. De Smet was driving and he made the engine roar. They had to come up with a plan, it would suicide the jump in the fight without one. First of all, they had to protect the civilians with them. Leave them in a secured location. The best option for this would be to stop the car before entering the village area. With this they would also gain the advantage of surprise. Unless they were expected that remained to be seen. Second, they had to guess the situation with very little knowledge besides what their captain was reporting on the comm. They were outnumbered, but one to what? The best was to expect the worst. One to three sounded like a good start. Third… Their thoughts were interrupted by the noise of gunshots and a loud explosion. De Smet hit the brakes hard. This was the cue to leave the car and civilians behind. Scotty jumped out of the car in second and followed her lieutenant. They advanced hoping to not be too late.

The village was eerie. A few minutes ago, it had been a battlefield rage with a cacophony of noises. Now it was silent, not even birds or cricket. “Villeneuve, try to contact the captain now.” The lieutenant ordered. No answer from their superior, even after three attempts. The group reached the first house of the village. Dead bodies everywhere. Fresh tracks of tires in the dust suggested that the few lucky ones to be alive were as lucky anymore. Probably been taken away already. Hidden behind the building, Scotty leaned to check the main place. 

“I see five vehicles still.” She whispered. “There are…seven… ten hostiles near them. Could be some remaining in the houses.”

“Good Moreau. Alright, let’s stay close to the edge till we reach this building.” The lieutenant pointed to the communal house. It was a place most of the village would get together throughout the day for various reasons. “We will use the window on the east side to get in. Villeneuve, De Smet, you will head to the second level and provide cover. Moreau, Kamal with me, we will try to surround the remaining son of bitches.”

“Yes sir.” They all replied. 

They could hear the hostile casually talking in the distance. They weren’t aware of their presence, good. Scotty followed Kamal, her mind racing. It wasn’t the first time she found herself in a situation like this, but it was always stressful. The fact that the enemies were so relaxed gave the idea that the rest of the unit were probably all dead by now. Again not a first for her to see allies fall in combat, but it always left a bitter taste. The five of them reached the building, climbed through to open the window. The view that was offered to them made them sick to the stomach. A good part of the villagers had been regrouped in there and to put it bluntly had been executed. Men, women, children. Scotty recognized one of them as the kid who tried to get her pistol. Her hands crisped on her gun, jaw clenched. However their reality check was stopped by chatter coming their way. The stairs were on the other side of the room, crossing would give away their presence, Villeneuve and De Smet remained with the group. The lieutenant told them to drop on the ground and hide their gun. “I know this will sound out of place, but use the blood on you.”

“What for?” De Smet asked with wide eyes.

“We want to keep the effect of surprise right? Play dead.”

It made sense. They all quickly dropped near or on a body and remained as still as possible. Scotty watched as four men entered the place. Casual chatting, their gun hanging in a relaxed stance. She couldn’t understand what they were talking about, but not like she needed to. She didn’t understand why her lieutenant didn’t want to jump at them now. Right now, they outnumbered them. But the superior silently told them to keep it low. A minute passed, a second, a third. Scotty’s eyes were the only part moving in all directions to keep an eye on her teammates. 

That was when the first shot echoed. Villeneuve jolted. Scotty moved her head very slowly to see what was going on. One of the men had his gun pointed at a corpse and fired a second one, which made his friends laugh. Scotty’s eyes met Kamal on a diagonal and they both feared for everyone's life. Another man aimed another corpse. Same idea. She turned her head again to see a true vision of horror. Before her brain could even process what was happening the shot fired directly in the head of De Smet. The poor man died instantly. A cry caught in her throat, she remained still. They had to move! They had to do something! Why was their lieutenant not say - Another gunshot aimed at the man in question. 

“We need to move.” Villeneuve mouthed silently to her.

“They will kill us all for sure if we do!” She replied in the same silent tone. Another gunshot echoed. At a civilian corpse this time. Scotty kept going back and forth in silence with the other sergeant about what to do, till she saw it. The muzzle hanging on top of his head. Three against four, they could make it right? She should move, she should do something to protect the remainder of her squad. Not just stare at him. “Do something! Move Camille!” She yelled at herself. “Save him!” 

The shot passed through his head in a gruesome way that she saw in detail she wished she could forget right away. It was down to her and Kamal now. She could barely breathe. Raged filled her eyes, tears on the edge of giving her away. Patiently Scotty watched as the feet walked in her direction and stopped only a few centimeters of her face. The man moved her head with his boot, he said something and aimed at her. Every part of her screamed to fight. She fought… to keep her breath steady. At this moment, the conversation with her mother came back. She promised her to come back home… Click… Click… The gun was jammed! The man cursed. If that had not been lucky enough, a voice rose outside and the four men left the perimeter. Scotty and Kamal remained on the ground for a long time, till the last engine noise was heard leaving. To be sure the area was safe they stayed there another five minutes afterwards. Scotty lifted her head finally, only to hear more engine noises. However these sounded familiar. Kamal pushed himself up and joined her to observe if they were right. Indeed, it was the cavalry. Soldiers jumped off the trucks to assess the situation. The two survivors came out of the building, hands up. 

****

“They took us back to base, along with the civilians. Kamal and I were sent back home three weeks later after that. We weren't allowed back till we went to see a therapist. It took me months even with it to stop having nightmares and live with it. Today again I still feel guilty for Villeneuve, but I was young and scared I suppose.”

“Now I understand why you froze during the last mission.” His hand held hers stronger. “Hit a bit too close to home.” 

“I was sure Soap would die right here and there… I’m glad he did not.”

“Now that this wound have been opened again, is there anything you need? Can any of us help in any way?”

If anything this mission really reinforced her hatred for any missions which required her to stay still as the enemies walked by, anything that would put her in the situation as now. “What about making sure Price will never make me wear ghillie on a mission ever again? I don’t mind crawling around, the mud, the puddles of water, the sand getting in your face, bugs crawling on you. But being face to face with a patrol? No. I just can’t.” 

Ghost promised her to talk to Price, with her. Scotty promised she would be fine, simply needed time to rationalize all that happened. Eventually this will fade away again.    

#cod fanfic #call of duty fic #cod oc #call of duty oc #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #oc:camille scotty moreau #ghost x scotty #series: wie goed doet goed ontmoet

[ghostgirlvii-art]

Didn't feel like battling the hand that hold Matt so unifinished it is!

I have this cute headcanon that the twins eventually call Ghost "Tonton Simon" or Uncle Simon after a while. And because I use his OG backstory for now, you can't tell me the man wouldn't be the happiest one in the world to be called such after all that happened <3 They love Ghost so much, although Mathéo is always a little shy around him.

The twins don't speak English yet so it's also cute to have them try to interact with Ghost who don't speak French ;w;

#ggvii art #call of duty #cod oc #original character #ghost x oc #simon ghost riley #camille scotty moreau

[nanaka617]

Nunca más será 1971 o No se habla de 2020 no no no (Las 17 canciones que me acompañaron durante el 2022)

¡Salutaciones a todos!

Regresando a la nueva normalidad… un mundo ¿Diferente?, no sé a ustedes pero a mí me costó volver a la rutina. El mundo no tiene un mejor panorama, parece que en diferentes partes del mundo está reinando el caos y precisamente aquellos que deberían preservarla, son sus agentes. Queda de parte de nosotros no dejarnos cambiar y que esas ideas no hagan mella en nosotros, si lo hacen ya ganaron.

... ¡Sigo Viva!... Va a terminar de ser mi frase de vida… Otras vez me he retrasado con la fecha, sueño al algún día publicar en la fecha correspondiente.

En fin, este listado está conformado por canciones que estuve escuchando durante el pasado año, no necesariamente corresponden a ese año, algunas pertenecen a películas, series, juegos de video y memes, soy una gran fan de los BSO, BGM, OST... etc. Para escucharlas completas solo den click al título de la canción.

Espero que lo disfruten y sin más preámbulo (sin ningún orden de relevancia... tal vez un poco cronológica) ¡Las seleccionadas!

01.- I Remember Everything - Free Guy / Christophe Beck.

¿Qué puede ser más real que intentar ayudar a alguien a quien quieres?... ¿Paperman eres tú?

02.- Hitorime No Tomodachi Ni - Komi-san wa, Komyusho Desu / Yukari Hashimoto.

Directo al corazón, me sacó lagrimitas.

03.- No! No! Satisfaction! - Mairimashita! Iruma-kun / DA PUMP.

Alguien regresó a la lista, con bailecito nuevo.

04.- Gamble - Tsuki ga Michibiku Isekai Dochu / syudou.

Otro isekai más, pero no me puedo resistir a ese toque tradicional.

05.- Cracker Island - Cracker Island / Gorillaz ; Thundercat.

¡Volvieron! Y más presentes que nunca. ¿Deseas unirte?

06.- Espartaco y el sol bajo el mar (Les Mondes engloutis) - Espartaco y el sol bajo el mar / versión Ricardo Cubillos, Christian Lecaros, Soledad Guerrero y Nené Lecaros letra Scottie Scott (version original Mini-Star Vladimir Cosma).

Canción que marcó la infancia de muchos, gratos recuerdos.

07.- Boss of Me - Malcolm in the Middle / They Might Be Giants.

Difícil olvidar después de un maratón... ¿Eso es Nazca?

08.- Yakumo - Ruthi_Family_Vlogs / Losstime Life ; TOYro.

Conociendo Japón a través de una familia mexico-japonesa, gracias Ruthi, saludos a Ryusei y Yurika, Don Sin Rostro eres mi favorito ¡Matanee!

09.- Shinzo wo Sasageyo! - Shingeki No Kyojin / Linked Horizon ; Revo.

Todo un himno... Si no luchas, no puedes ganar.

10.- Geki! Teikoku Kagekidan - Sakura Taisen / Chisa Yokoyama & Teikoku Kagekidan.

"Saludo militar de vuelta"

11.- Chitty Chitty Bang Bang - Paripi Koumei / QUEENDOM.

Y después de tanta lucha... ¡A disfrutar de la vida!

12.- Enemy - Arcane League of Legends / Imagine Dragons x J.I.D.

Materia pendiente, no es lo que me esperaba...

13.- D-TecnoLife - Bleach / UVERworld.

¡Volvió! Y no en forma de fichas.

14.- Mary On A Cross - Seven Inches of Satanic Panic / Ghost ; Forge, Al Fakir, Pontare.

Y con ustedes... ABBA oscuro...

15.- Ra (Polloman) - Destripando la Historia / Pascu & Rodri.

Y llegaron los dioses egipcios a DLH, tan buenos como siempre.

16.- Tukoh Taka - Official FIFA Fan Festival Anthem / Nicki Minaj ; Maluma & Myriam Fares.

Si no fuera por este gatito jamás hubiera escuchado ésta canción.

17.- Bloody Mary (Speed Up) - Wednesday (Dance Scene - TikTok Remix) / Lady Gaga.

Imposible no escucharla, imposible de olvidarla.

Y esto fue todo amigos, por más que acercándose el peligro viene ya, debemos tratar de mantener la luz encendida en los momentos más oscuros, no podemos perder nuestra humanidad, no podemos perder la fe en las personas y seamos más cordiales entre nosotros, valoren y midan el impacto que puedan tener sus opiniones, no es justo por querer hacer justicia terminen destruyendo la vida a alguien. ¡Se tiene que hacer justicia, no venganza!

Repito lo mismo del año pasado, es una época que nos invita a ser empáticos, a valorar el conocimiento, a respetar a las personas y no subestimar el poder de las artes y que éstas no pierdan su norte por querer ajustarse a una agenda políticamente correcta. No toda crítica es un acto de odio y toda crítica debe tener base.

¡Hasta la próxima!

Años anteriores:

Nunca más será 1918 o Las 30 canciones que me acompañaron durante la CUARENTENA 2020 - 2021 (Edición especial COVID-19)

Nunca más será 1999? o mejor tarde que nunca II “El ataque de los rayos gamma” (las 15 canciones que me acompañaron este 2019… +Bonustrack)

Nunca más será 2017 o mejor tarde que nunca (las 15 canciones que me acompañaron este 2018…)

Nunca más será 1982 o las 17 canciones que me acompañaron este 2017…

Nunca más será 1993 o las canciones que me acompañaron este 2016…

NUNCA MÁS SERÁ 1973…

Las 13 Canciones que me acompañaron este 2014…

#free guy #komi san wa komyushou desu #mairimashita! iruma kun #tsuki ga michibiku isekai douchuu #gorillaz #espartaco y el sol bajo el mar #malcolm in the middle #ruti family vlogs #shigeki no kyojin #sakura taisen #paripi koumei #arcane league of legends #bleach #the band ghost #destripando la historia #tukoh taka #bloody mary

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

First satnav receiver designed to operate in lunar orbit delivered to satellite maker The first satnav receiver designed to operate in lunar orbit has been delivered to satellite maker Surrey Satellite Technology Ltd in the UK for integration aboard the Lunar Pathfinder spacecraft. The complete Navigation payload seen here includes a four helix antenna (left, in the glass box) developed by MDA in Canada, plus the NaviMoon satnav receiver from Swiss company SpacePNT, and the low noise amplifier developed by EECL in the UK, who also undertook the manufacturing and the environmental test campaign for both the satnav receiver and amplifier. The payload is designed to boost and process faint terrestrial Global Navigation Satellite Signal (GNSS) signals from more than 400 000 km away, harnessing advanced processing and navigation algorithms to fix the spacecraft's position, velocity and timing in lunar orbit in real time. It is complemented by a lunar Laser Retroreflector Array (LRA) (right), developed by NASA under agreement with ESA, composed of 48 mirrored retro-reflectors that will enable centimeter-scale laser ranging of the spacecraft as it orbits the moon, to authenticate the satnav receiver position fixes during the experiment. Due to be launched in late 2025, SSTL's Lunar Pathfinder mission will serve as a telecommunications relay satellite for future missions to the moon, to serve assets on both the nearside and farside, orbiting in an 'elliptical lunar frozen orbit' for prolonged coverage over the South Pole—a particular focus for future exploration. ESA is Lunar Pathfinder's anchor customer, while NASA will also make use of its services in exchange for delivering Lunar Pathfinder to lunar orbit through its Commercial Lunar Payload Services (CLPS) initiative aboard the CS-3 Firefly Blue Ghost 2 mission. Lily Forward, SSTL systems engineer and Spacecraft Lead for Lunar Pathfinder, comments: "SSTL is thoroughly looking forward to not only being part of this historic joint venture between ESA and NASA but also being part of the first CLPS task order to fund the transfer of both a landing and orbital asset to the moon." Cyril Botteron, CEO and Co-founder of SpacePNT, says, "This will be for the team the culmination of a long development that we started nearly 10 years ago at Ecole Polytechnique Fédérale de Lausanne (EPFL), with the development of a first proof of concept prototype of a super high sensitivity GNSS receiver suitable for moon missions." Michele Scotti, Technical Manager at SpacePNT, adds, "This achievement stems from the hard work and dedication of the whole team. It is immensely rewarding to have this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to pioneer autonomous lunar navigation with our NaviMoon receiver." Success would mean future moon missions could effectively navigate in cislunar environment– fixing autonomously and in real-time their position, using GNSS, with an accuracy better than 100 m, while foregoing the use of costly ground infrastructure. "This may become a practical way for lunar missions to autonomously determine their own orbits, and also to perform time reference transfers between Earth and the moon," explains Javier Ventura-Traveset, Moonlight NAV manager leading ESA's Navigation Science Office and coordinating all ESA lunar navigation activities. "To validate the satnav results, the Lunar Pathfinder spacecraft will also perform concurrent X-band radio and laser ranging during the GNSS experiment windows. This will allow to test and combine three ranging technologies at once—GNSS, radio and laser ranging—which has never before been performed from lunar orbit." Pietro Giordano, Radio Navigation System Engineer and technical officer in charge of the receiver notes that "by demonstrating critical technologies required for precise lunar navigation, our Navigation Experiment Payload has the potential to revolutionize the way satellites are operated in cislunar space." A successful formal Delivery Review Board held this week confirmed the payload is ready to be embarked on Lunar Pathfinder.

#space #science #Astronomy #physics #news #moon #ESA

[branzycrafted]

CERTIFIED CLOWNPIERCE FICTIVE PLAYLIST(TM)!!

Aka @clownpierced's playlist :D Cause mine was before this one and I did both of ours fhfjjs

Again!! Not all the songs are on Spotify and some might be specific versions so that's why there's also the YouTube one with all of the proper songs

(And yeah we have like most of these songs in common but y'know)

[Spotify playlist]

[YouTube playlist]

Tracklist:

1. Dr. Sunshine Is Dead (Will Wood)

2. Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D. (Will Wood)

3. BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA (Will Wood)

4. Ruler Of Everything (Tally Hall)

5. & (Tally Hall)

6. Turn Off The Lights (P!ATD)

7. A Gorey Demise (Creature Feature)

8. ENTER: A BEGINNER'S GUIDE TO FAKING YOUR DEATH (Jhariah)

9. DEBT COLLECTOR (Jhariah)

10. Whose Eye Is It Anyway??? (Jhariah)

11. BAD LUCK! (Jhariah)

12. Flight Of The Crows (Jhariah)

13. Punk Tactics (Joey Valence & Brae)

14. Bad Romance (Halestorm)

15. Bitches (MSI)

16. Blame (Bastille)

17. Blood // Water (grandson)

18. Left Behind (DAGames)

19. Break My Mind (DAGames)

20. Just Gold (Caleb Hyles)

21. I Got No Time (CG5)

22. Control (Social Repose cover/mashup ver.)

23. Darkside (Neoni)

24. Brittle Bones Nicky (Rare Americans)

25. DESTROYA (MCR)

26. Everybody Likes You (Lemon Demon)

27. My Ordinary Life (The Living Tombstone)

28. Everybody Loves Me (OneRepublic)

29. Are You Satisfied? (MARINA)

30. brutal (Olivia Rodrigo)

31. Ballad Of The Lonely Hearts (BVB)

32. Achilles Come Down (Gang Of Youths)

33. Dysphoric (Cavetown)

34. Goodbye (Bo Burnham)

35. Body (Mother Mother)

36. Freak Show (SIO)

37. Gasoline (Halsey)

38. Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart (Mitski)

39. Sweet Hibiscus Tea (Penelope Scott)

40. Little Lion Man (Mumford & Sons)

41. No Children (The Mountain Goats)

42. Mr. Brightside (The Killers)

43. My Alcoholic Friends (The Dresdin Dolls)

44. New Americana (Halsey)

45. Nobody's Hero (BVB)

46. Told Ya So (Get Scared)

47. Sarcasm (Get Scared)

48. Hail To The King (Avenged Sevenfold)

49. Requiem (Avenged Sevenfold)

50. Hokus Pokus (ICP)

51. My Axe (ICP)

52. Spy? (WHOKILLEDXIX)

53. I Can't Decide (The Scissor Sisters)

54. Killer (The Ready Set)

55. Fighter (Jack Stauber)

56. Teen Idle (MARINA)

57. Enemy (Imagine Dragons)

58. Honey I'm Home (Ghost and Pals)

59. Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (Daft Punk)

60. The Horror And The Wild (The Amazing Devil)

61. Farewell Wanderlust (The Amazing Devil)

62. Liar Liar (Burn In Hell) (The Used)

63. Prisoner (James Arthur)

64. Renegades (X Ambassadors)

65. Resurrect The Sun (BVB)

66. Revived (Derivakat)

67. Casino Royale (Derivakat)

68. Scotty Doesn't Know (Lustra)

69. Bitchboy (The Oozes)

70. Fuck Away The Pain (Divide The Day)

71. Royals (Lorde)

72. Dear Diary, (BMTH)

73. Parasite Eve (BMTH)

74. Crucify Me (BMTH)

75. Alligator Blood (BMTH)

76. The Fox And The Wolf (BMTH)

77. sugar honey ice & tea (BMTH)

78. Welcome To The Black Parade (MCR)

79. Centuries (FOB)

80. Uma Thurman (FOB)

81. w.a.m.s. (FOB)

82. 20 Dollar Nosebleed (FOB)

83. West Coast Smoker (FOB)

84. Build God, Then We'll Talk (P!ATD)

85. Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time (P!ATD)

86. Emperor's New Clothes (P!ATD)

87. Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (P!ATD)

88. There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet (P!ATD)

89. Victorious (P!ATD)

90. Bleed Magic (IDKHOW)

91. Absinthe (IDKHOW)

92. We Both Reached For The Gun (Chicago)

93. Combat Carousel (Nombra101)

94. ClownPierce's Theme (Nombra101)

95. Born To Win (Nombra101)

96. NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A (Tobt Fox)

97. Hello Kitty (Jazmin Bean)

98. ECHO (Crusher-P)

99. Karma (VocaCircus)

100. KING (Kanaria)

101. Mary On A Cross (Ghost)

102. Running Up That Hill (Loveless)

103. Blow My Brains Out (Tikkle Me)

104. Hayloft (Mother Mother)

105. Hayloft II (Mother Mother)

106. World's Smallest Violin (AJR)

107. Burn The House Down (AJR)

108. Bang! (AJR)

109. Eleanor Rigby (Remastered 2015) (The Beatles)

110. King For A Day (PTV)

111. Black Cat (Never Shout Never)

112. Thnks fr th Mmrs (FOB)

113. Ancient History (SIO)

114. Devil Town (Cavetown)

115. Love Like You (Caleb Hyles & Ashe cover)

116. Sweater Weather (The Neighborhood)

117. Strawberry Blond (Mitski)

118. My Demons (STARSET)

119. Lock Me Up (The Cab)

120. Teeth (5SOS)

121. Tear In My Heart (TOP)

122. Partners In Crime (SIO)

123. Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back (MCR)

124. The Last Of The Real Ones (FOB)

125. Wolf In Sheep's Clothing (SIO)

126. You're Gonna Go Far, Kid (The Offspring)

127. Angel With A Shotgun (The Cab)

128. Icarus (Bastille)

129. Crazy = Genius (P!ATD)

130. Fear & Delight (The Correspondents)

131. Starkiller (Bear Ghost)

132. Paper Planes (M.I.A.)

133. Do It All The Time (IDKHOW)

134. Devil I Know (Allie X)

135. Royalty (Connor Maynard)

136. Looking Like This (Lyre Le Temps)

137. Build Our Machine (DAGames)

138. The Devil's Swing (Fandroid & Caleb Hyles)

139. Kiss Me (Jazzotron vs Jamie Berry)

140. Swagger Stagger (Lucas Pittman)

#Bonking Pierce with a stick he'll reblog this #[''roll the dice!'' | 🎲.txt] #long post #Love how it's just my playlist with a few extra songs and minus the casino music and electro swing with some exceptions

[harringtonstilinski]

You Always Be My Hero - Chapter 84 ; Relics

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 4,049 Warnings: angst, A/N: Hi, friends! 84 Chapters down, 16 to go!! Emma is going to be with Scott (platonically) until Chapter 90. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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The next morning, we called Liam, Mason and Corey over to Scott’s house. And yes… I chewed Corey out for bringing the Ghost Rider into our world.

We were all currently standing under what looked like a lightning strike on the ceiling. 

“That’s how he got in?” Corey asked.

“What is it?” Liam asked.

“It’s a point of impact from a lightning strike,” Mason said.

“Usually you’d find charred spots like that on the ground after a violent thunderstorm,” I added, still staring at the spot on the ceiling. I noticed from the corner of my eye that Scott looked from me to the charred spot.

“That’s how the Ghost Rider got in,” Scott said. “He rode the lightning.” 

“There ya go, Scotty,” I sassed, patting his shoulder.

He looked over at Liam for further explanation after putting two and two together.

“If they can use lightning to get past the Mountain Ash--” Liam said.

“No place is safe,” Scott said.

“What about the others?” Corey asked. “It’s my fault they’re marked.”

“Yeah, we’re still gonna talk about that,” I said, looking at my cousin.

“We’ll find a way to protect them,” Scott said, looking around at the four of us before landing his eyes on my own. “All of them.”

~~~

Standing in the hallway at school, Lydia had something to show us. A student ID card.

“It’s a relic,” Lydia said.

“What’s a relic?” Malia asked.

“An object with a fixed association to the past,” Lydia informed. “Jake’s ID was left behind after he was taken. And Gwen found her sister’s bracelet on her bedroom floor.”

“How can someone be erased, and still leave something behind?”

I reached for my ring, wearing it proudly over my shirt… even if Stiles wasn’t here… or if he was real, but I knew in my heart that he was.

“A conservation of mass,” I said, looking from my spot on the floor to Scott and Malia’s questioning eyes… and sighed. “The total mass of any isolated system remains constant.”

Scott looked at me and raised his brows. “So, even the Ghost Riders have a weakness.”

Getting excited about the possibility I see in her eyes, Malia reached for Jake’s ID in Lydia’s hand, stating, “A relic would be proof that Stiles existed.”

I watched as Scott’s face lit up with hope. “And maybe we can bring him back.”

“We have to,” I whispered, looking down at my shoes.

“We will, Em. Don’t worry,” Scott said, putting his hand on my shoulder, squeezing in reassurance.

“Thanks, Scotty.”

“Come on. I hear a little argument going on,” Scott said, moving his arm around my shoulders to guide me to the library. When we walked in, I looked up and saw that Mason and Liam were facing each other, saying something back and forth. 

“We need to hide them,” Mason said.

“We need to fight them,” Liam countered.

“We need to hide them.”

“Who’s them?” Scott and I asked.

“The Ghost Riders,” Liam said, rather quickly.

“The kids at the party,” Mason said.

I put my hand up, taking a long blink like you would when feeling a headache coming on. “You both are about to send me into whiplash.”

“Got it,” Scott said.

“Do the both of you have any ideas on the points of your little argument?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“We could get a lightning rod, attract the Ghost Riders and catch them off guard,” Liam said.

“Mason?” I asked, dragging his name a little.

“But since everyone from the party is in danger,” Mason said. “All we need to do is find a safe place to hide them until the storm passes.”

“The Ghost Riders ride the lightning. Nowhere is safe,” Liam countered.

“It is, if we’re underground,” Mason explained. “The Earth can ground the lightning’s electrical charge. Everyone would be safe.”

I sighed and essentially face palmed at these boys.

“Okay…” Scott said, placing his bag down and sitting in the chair he was leaning against. “Here’s what we’re gonna do.”

“Oh, you have a plan now?” I sassed, looking down at my werewolf friend.

“Yes, now sit down and listen,” Scott said, exasperatedly.  

I sighed… for the millionth time, and sat down in the chair in front of me.

“We take everyone to the Argent Bunker, it’s underground. It’s lined with Mountain Ash.”

“We stopped the Ghost Riders last night,” Liam said. “We can do it again.”

“How?” I asked. I was getting very aggravated at the whole situation.

Scott looked at me. “They didn’t stop them,” he said to me, then turned to look back at the boys. “They retreated. We don’t know why.”

We all looked at Liam, waiting for his answer before he shook his head a couple times.  “Okay. How do we get everyone inside the bunker?”

~~~

During my free period, I took the ID from Lydia and went straight to the station, fully intending on talking to my godfather about this.

After walking straight into the station, I walked past my dad’s desk, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek before barging into Sheriff’s office, handing him the ID.

“Noah, I need to search the house,” I huffed.

“You wanna search my house? Which you used to live in?” Sheriff asked.

“Yes,” I said, nodding once. “People are leaving things behind. So if Stiles left anything--”

“Why-- why would it be there?” Sheriff asked.

“You can’t just erase people, Noah. They leave things behind,” I said as gently as I could.

He sighed and I sat down in the chair behind me, leaning my elbows on my knees, face in the palms of my hands. I heard something being dropped, so I looked up a little, my hands coming to rest against my mouth as I looked at Sheriff.

“I couldn’t sleep last night,” he said. “So, uhm, I got up, figured I’d do some paperwork. The files were in the back of my car. So, I--I go to the garage, and some junk has fallen off a shelf and I--I stub my toe on an old baseball bat. Without thinking, I yelled a name--”

I lowered my hands as he told me this chain of events, looking him dead in the face. I grabbed my ring again, holding it in my hand. “Stiles.”

~~~

Sheriff granted me permission to search my former home for any relics Stiles might’ve left behind. I had a funny feeling it wasn’t going to be here, but I wanted to search anyway.

Claudia had let me in, although she didn’t seem too happy about it.

I started my search in the living room, looking at the pictures that I had grown accustomed to looking at, searching for anything out of the ordinary with the photos, but I came up short.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Claudia asked, causing me to jump a little.

“No, but thanks, Claudia,” I said, giving her the nicest smile I could muster.

“Well, good luck,” she sighed. “I’ll leave you to it.”

My suspicions about my godmother seemed to raise every time I saw her. I looked around a little more, trying to get my Banshee senses to tingle. I remembered the older woman I saw last week going into the hallway the bedrooms were in.

As I was passing the table with the decor on it, I heard what sounded like breathing. Think Darth Vader breathing.

I reached up to touch the wallpaper when I jumped from seeing a guy in my peripherals. 

“You didn’t see it, did you?” he asked.

“See what?” I asked.

“It’s right in front of your face,” he said. 

I looked back at the wall, putting my fingertips to it. I went to look back at the guy, but he had disappeared. Looking back at the wallpaper, I noticed that the seam wasn’t fully attached to the wall. Going with my gut instinct, I started ripping it off the wall… before a hand grabbed my wrist, causing me to jump.

“What are you doing?” Claudia asked.

“Aunt Clauds, you’re hurting me,” I said, voice tight from trying to hold back tears.

She let go of my wrist, immediately putting her hand on the paper, trying to get it to stick back.

“I’m so sorry, Claudia. I shouldn’t have done that,” I said. Complete bullshit lie.

“I think that’s something we can agree on,” she said, clearly upset. “If you still lived here, I would’ve sent you to your room.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t anymore,” I spat, walking around her and into the living room.

I gathered my things and left as quickly as I could. Once I got into my Jeep and started it up, I looked back at the house, shaking my head.

“That’s not the Claudia I remember.”

~~~

I had gotten a text from Coach, telling me that I needed to get my ass to the school pronto for the game. His words, not mine.

After I got to the school and changed, I went straight to the field, clipboard in hand. What was written in the corner of my clipboard confused me a little.

24 ♥

I shook my head at it at first, but something told me that the person who wore this number had to be connected to the person who gave me the promise ring I proudly wore around my neck.

As a few players from each team were warming up on the field, I felt Scott, Liam and Corey walking up. So, without looking up from my clipboard, I walked over to them, listening in on their conversation.

“I’ll take Steinbach and Wallace,” Scott said, looking at each boy as he said his next statements. “You take Gwen. You’re on Okafur.”

Corey looked from his target back to Scott. “What if I see Ghost Riders?”

“Deal with it,” I said. I looked up at the three Were’s standing before me with looks that said not now, so I sighed and looked at Corey. “You yell.”

“Then get ready to fight,” Scott said.

The ref then blew the whistle, signaling the start of the game, players grunting as they played the game. Corey aimed for Okafur… who knocked him to the ground.

“Find your own space,” Okafur said.

This irritated me to no end. No one pushes my cousin to the ground like that. Since I was standing by Coach, I saw as he rubbed the back of his head in an aggravated way as the other team scored, our crowd booing them.

“Don’t worry, Bobby,” I said, rubbing his back. “I’m sure we’ll come back around.”

Next play, Liam and Gwen went down to the ground.

“You wanna back off?” Gwen said, taking her helmet off about halfway.

Again, the other team scored. I groaned and put my palm to my forehead. I felt a hand on my shoulder and knew exactly who it was.

“Don’t worry, Emma,” Coach said. “I’m sure we’ll come back around.”

I picked my head up to glare at him, giving him eyes that said I was unamused.

Scott tried to get Steinbach, but both of them and another player went down to the ground.

“Come on, man,” Steinbach said. “There’s no ghosts out here, McCall.”

“Yeah, but they could show up,” I muttered.

Another score for the other team, and Coach had a minor freak out, but so did I.

“What are you doing out there?” Coach yelled.

“I’m gonna kill the three of you!” I added, throwing my clipboard down to the ground.

Coach walked up the field a little as I stayed put in my spot. I could feel Mason behind me. I bent over and picked up my clipboard off the ground, running my thumb over the 24 and heart in the corner.

“Do these guys ever practice?” Lori asked.

“Not enough,” Sydney answered.

I could feel Mason having a small freak out, so I turned around and walked over to him, sitting beside him. “It’s just first period, Mason. If we ever come back around, we’ll still win.”

He looked at me with hope in his eyes. I smiled lightly at him before getting back up and going back to where I was standing next to Coach.

I watched the next play, seeing one of the other team’s members and one of our members jumping at each other.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Mason said.

The other team scored, and I guess Mason decided to switch schools for a moment as he stood and yelled “Yes!”

I turned around just as Sydney and Lori looked up at him, the three of us stating, “Wrong team.”

“Sorry,” Mason said. I watched as he got down from the bleachers, but my attention ended up going back to the field, Coach standing next to me again.

Just as soon as the next play started, two fights broke out between our team and the opposing team. Liam took off his helmet and turned to Scott and walked over to him.

“Yes, Dunbar!” Coach said. “That’s the kind of passion I want to see. Unleash hell!”

I rolled my eyes at my uncle and walked over to Scott and Liam. 

“What’s gotten into everyone?” Liam asked.

Scott looked behind him at another potential fight, then at both teams, ours taken the most hits. He looked at me, turning his body more towards me. “What if it’s the Wild Hunt? What if it’s affecting everyone?”

We both looked up at the sky at the sound of thunder rumbling.

I felt Mason running up, so I turned on my heel and ran towards him, seeing that he was now standing in front of Hayden.

“It’s Parrish. He’s the reason the Ghost Rider left the party,” Mason said.

“Parrish?” Hayden and I asked.

“Call you sister,” Mason said, looking at Hayden. He then turned to me, saying, “Call your dad. Tell them we need to meet Parrish at the school right now.”

“What about Gwen? What about the other players? We have to keep them safe,” Hayden said.

“Parrish could keep everyone safe.”

The three of us turned our heads at the sound of a horse neighing.

It started raining, a lightning crack following soon after. I ran out to Scott on the field just as he was taking off his helmet, Corey rushing over to us.

“They’re here,” Corey said.

“Liam!” Scott and I yelled.

Liam took off his helmet as he stood next to Gwen. “I see ‘em!”

The ref blew his whistle as Scott, Corey and I stood in the middle of the field, the other players taking off to the benches, Steinbach and Wallace standing behind us.

“Oh, come on, ref!” Coach yelled. “This is barely a thunderstorm!”

“Oh, Bobby. You have no idea what’s going on,” I muttered.

“Em, you need to get somewhere safe,” Scott said.

“I can’t even see them, Scotty. Neither can you.”

“Em--”

“You’re my best friend, and I’m not letting you do this alone.”

He sighed before saying, “Don’t leave my side.”

Lightning cracked again, causing me to duck down for a moment.

Liam and Gwen ran over to us, Gwen standing with Steinback and Wallace.

“We got all three, right?” Scott asked.

“Scott, there were four,” Liam said.

“Who was the fourth one?” I asked.

Scott grabbed my hand before touching Corey, sending us into Corey’s world. I saw what everyone was talking about. A Ghost Rider. Ugly creature. It looked like it had no eyes, it’s skin was pulled tight. It looked like it had strings attached at its lips, keeping its mouth shut. Reminded me a little of Billy from Hocus Pocus. And it was definitely riding a horse.

A boy was screaming as he was being dragged along the ground by a rope that was attached at his feet before he vanished into a green smoke.

“What the hell?” I said. I looked around and saw that multiple people were standing. “Shit,” I muttered.

“What?” Scott asked.

“Those people standing. They can see the Ghost Rider,” I said. Then they started running from the bleachers.

Steinbach and Wallace took their helmets off, freaking out now that they could see the Ghost Rider.

“Oh, my God!” Okafur said. “They’re real!”

“We gotta get out of there!” Steinbach said.

“Yeah, no shit!” I exclaimed.

“Stay together,” Liam said. “We’ll protect you.”

“How?” Gwen asked.

Three Ghost Riders on horseback made their way towards us. To say that I was scared as hell would be an understatement.

“Run!” Scott yelled.

All of us turned to run towards the school, but was stopped by Scott grabbing onto me and Corey. I knew this because more Ghost Riders were visible.

“Stay close!” Liam yelled.

One of the Ghost Riders brought his gun out, which sufficiently scared me. Even though my dad’s a Deputy and my godfather is the Sheriff, guns still scare me… or at least they do now.

Scott grabbed onto me as Okafur was emitted into green smoke after getting shot by the Ghost Rider, shocked looks on both of our faces at what we’d just seen.

Scott’s grip on Corey loosened as Corey ran forward to be in the front of the group.

“Scotty?” I said, fear laced in my voice.

“We can still see them!” Scott yelled, looking around.

A growl and a neigh later, I looked at what caused all of that. Liam, that hot-headed little puppy, apparently knocked one of the Ghost Riders down off his horse, both of them going to the ground.

“Liam!” I yelled.

The Ghost Riders that were around us were tightening their circle a little, making sure that we weren’t going anywhere as Liam tried to fight the Ghost Rider. Said Rider tossed Liam off of him, standing and bringing out his gun.

Scott’s grip on me got tighter as he shifted halfway and growled at the Riders, my face going into his chest instinctively, his arm coming around my shoulders to keep me in place.

Another shot told me that Steinbach was next. How I knew which boy was shot, I have no clue. Maybe my Banshee senses were tingling... hard.

Liam growled and stood back up, coming back over to us. Scott never let me go. Not once. I was lucky to have a best friend like him.

“We can’t stop them,” Liam said.

“Protect Gwen,” Scott said, before taking a deep breath and growling at the Riders again.

“You owe me, Scott McCall!”

“Yeah, I know. You need to leave. Go to the hospital. Stay with my mom.”

“I’m not leaving you, Scotty!”

Gwen stepped in front of us, yelling, “Come on!” at the Riders in front of us, one of which still had his gun out.

The Rider pointed his gun at Gwen, getting ready to shoot. Scott’s yell of NO didn’t mean shit as the Rider shot Gwen, emitting her into a green smoke just like the other two.

“No!” Scott yelled, looking around us, tossing me around.

“Scotty, they’re gone!” I yelled, stopping his movements for a second. At that, the Ghost Riders disappeared and the rain stopped.

Scott’s hands moved from my arms to my shoulders, pulling me back to look me in the eyes. “Go to the hospital. Find my mom and stay with her. You’re marked now.”

“Newsflash, we’re all marked,” I sassed. “But, I’ll go to the hospital. I need to ask her a couple questions anyways.”

He nodded, bringing me into a wet hug from the rain we’d just stood in. “Let me know when you get there.”

“Will do.”

~~~

Getting to the hospital soaked from the rain wasn’t ideal, but I had to deal with the cards I was given. Walking into the hospital, I noticed that Melissa was sitting at the nurses station, phone in her hand.

“Scott just texted me to let me know that I need to keep an eye on you,” she said, not even looking up from her phone.

I sighed and shook my head. “It’s creepy when you do that.”

She chuckled. “I watched you walk through the first set of doors.”

“Ah.” I sighed, “Listen, I need a favor.”

“What’s that?”

I sighed again, nervous of her answer. “I need to see Claudia’s medical records.”

“You want what?” she shrieked.

I rubbed at my ear. “Ahhh. Little quieter, please.”

“You-- you want what?” she asked again, quieter this time with her arms crossed.

“Aunt Clauds’ medical records. Just for a minute. I know it’s a lot to ask.”

“It’s up there, Emma. It’s way up there.”

“Just trust me. She’s not the Claudia I remember from my childhood. I just need to see something and then I’ll be out of your hair, and I won’t ask for another favor like this again.”

She looked at me like really, yes you will.

“Okay, you’re right, I will again, but I’ll be able to prove something to myself… and maybe even to Scott.”

She sighed. “Emma, letting you look at private medical records is completely and utterly against hospital regulations.”

I hung my head in defeat, not liking her answer.

“So, we better make this fast,” she said.

I looked up and saw the small smile on her face.

~~~

Apparently while down in the bunker, Argent ended up getting hurt, so they had to bring him to the hospital.

I met up with Scott as they did whatever they needed to with Argent. When the both of us saw Melissa wheeling Argent’s bed down the hallway, we poked our heads in the doorway.

“Is he okay?” Scott asked. Him and I walked over to Argent’s bedside.

Melissa sighed after looking around. “He’s got blunt force trauma to his temporal bone, three broken ribs, and multiple surface lacerations which seem to be from whip marks?” She looked at Scott, the look she gave him telling him she was very concerned. “What he needs is a lot of rest.”

“What happened?” Lydia asked.

Malia, Scott and I walked over to Lydia, the four of us standing in a circle.

“The Ghost Riders took everyone,” Malia said. “We barely slowed them down.”

“Tell us you found something,” Scott said, looking at me.

I sighed and closed my eyes for a second before going into my explanation. “I found out that Claudia never had children. So--” I stopped my words, tears lining my eyes. “Stiles can’t be her son.”

“What about a relic?” Malia asked.

I shook my head hesitantly, not wanting to give them this answer.

“There never was a Stiles, was there?”

I started to get a little irritated at the fact that they were willing to just give up on finding Stiles.

“It doesn’t even sound like a real name,” Scott said.

“We have to keep looking!” I said, voice raised. “Check school records. Scotty, call your dad--”

“We’re fighting the wrong battle,” Malia said.

“What the hell is the matter with y’all? We’re trying to bring Stiles back!”

“The Ghost Riders came back, Emma. We still have no way of stopping them. And whatever they are, they’re real. We can’t keep chasing someone who isn’t.”

I looked at Scott, a tear sliding down my cheek at his look. 

“He didn’t leave anything behind,” he said.

I looked over at Lydia, her face saying that she agreed with what they were saying. 

I sniffled, and nodded, knotting my lips. “You’re right. He didn’t leave anything behind… except for us. Now, I don’t know about you three, but I sure as hell am not going to stop looking for him until he is safe and back in my arms.” I grabbed my ring, holding it out as best as I could. “I know he gave this to me. I know for a fact that I loved him. So, I’m gonna keep looking. You’re more than welcome to join me.”

I turned around and started walking back through the hospital to get to my Jeep and headed home. I fell asleep wondering what Stiles looked like, who he was, what he was like, how much he must’ve loved me enough to give me this ring.

Let’s just say that that night was one of the best nights of sleep I’ve gotten since the whole Ghost Rider adventure started.

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Dead Men's Boots by Mike Carey

I just finished this book. Pretty interesting premise. Essentially serial killer ghosts inhabiting people's bodies and killing people. Well, at least one was doing so. The serial killer named Myriam Kale sounds awfully like Kissin Kate Barlow from the movie Holes except instead of kiss marks its cigarette burns.

Serial killer ghosts inhabiting bodies is something that didn't throw me off very much because I have seen it in media. It reminded me of Star Trek: The Original Series episode "Wolf in the Fold" in which Jack the Ripper's Ghosts embodies Scotty's body and kills a woman.

It also reminds me of an X-Files episode.

But anyway, the part of the book that amused me so much was the mere thought of Felix Castor an exorcist, Juliet a succubus, and Nicky the Zombie going on a plane to Alabama from London. That would have made a hilarious tv show.

Although, I did find it weird that Nicky would be going at all since he hates people and is afraid of germs and infection. But he didn't go after all. He was just at the airport to give Castor information. It would have been entertaining though to read about these three in America and more specifically in Alabama.

Another interesting part of the book was when Juliet and Felix were at odds with each other. And I was like "Oh don't piss her off, Felix she can fucking kill you. She almost killed you twice in the first book!" She didn't kill him but slapped him hard enough to land and break a table.

Good book. The rest of the series will have to be bought by me as the local libraries don't have them. I should really only get into series that are entirely at the library but I didn't expect to like the first book so much.

#Dead Men's Boots #Mike Carey #books #reading #book thought #urban fantasy

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Maple, Playlist

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Zombified - Falling In Reverse

A Match Into Water - Pierce The Veil

I'm Not A Vampire - Falling In Reverse

Numb - Linkin Park

Sugar, We're Going Down - Fall Out Boy

I'm Not Okay (I Promise) - My Chemical Romance

Teenagers- My Chemical Romance

Parents- YUNGBLUD

Twisted - MISSIO

Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green DAY

Heathens - Twenty One Pilots

Wires - The Neighbourhood

Bones - Imagine Dragons

Unsteady - X Ambassadors

Wolf In Sheeps Clothing - Set It Off

Partners in Crime - Set It Off, Ash Costello

18 - Anarbor

DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3

Sketeton - Set It Off

Dancing With The Devil

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Sarcasm - Get Scared

People I Don't Like - UPSAHL

King For A Day - Pierce The Viel

10 Things I Hate About You - Leah

Hayloft II - Mother Mother

Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace

Turbulent - Waterparks

Scotty Doesn't Know - Lustra

Mary On A Cross - Ghost

Sk8ter Boi - Avril Lavigne

Dear Maria, Count Me In - All Time Low

Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus

ANGELS & DEMONS - jxdn

Pink Rover - Scene Queen

Riot - Hollywood Undead

Popular Monster - Falling In Reverse

Misfits - Magnoli Park

You're Gonna Go Far Kid - The Offspring

Therefore I Am - Rain Paris

Dead Bite - Hollywood Undead

Another Way Out - Hollywood Undead

Chop Chop Slide - ICP

Montero - Rain Paris

Revolution - The Score

Tell Me I'm A Wreck - Every Avenue

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