#Danny had been stabbed 6 times

[tanglepelt]

Dpxdc 180

Did Danny abuse the fact the GIW needed his parents tech. Yes of course. Danny not phantom seemed to be the trouble maker as of late. His parent threatened to withhold tech and blue prints from them if the GIW touched their kids.

Did he get caught breaking ember and boxy out of a government facility? yes. He expected the lecture he got.

The next jail break. It was not him. It was sam, Then the third. Also not him. That was Val… then it was Tucker. But not him.

The blame fell on him.

He did not expect to be shipped out of state. The GIW were happy to cover all costs. Even got him into a decent highschool. And had an apartment all arranged.

Gotham?

Not where he was expecting.

The assassination attempts. Also surprising.

Not so surprising. Tucker found out the GIW wanted to “silence” him. Offering a lot of money.

Of course his parents don’t listen. He is 15 perfectly fine to be all alone. Even if he is near some place with the nickname crime alley. Nope. He is just being dramatic. They tell him no one wants him dead.

#dpxdc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp prompt #dpxdc prompt #giw want him out of the picture #do they put out hits on him of course #Danny didn’t try think it through #he got way with it why wouldn’t he just keep doing it #bats are just wondering why this kid is on so many hit lists #jack and Maddie just dont believe Danny #think he is being dramatic #why would ppl put a hit on him? #Danny had been stabbed 6 times #that’s enough please #red hood takes one look and goes #what is this #that is a child #Valarie is a part of team phantom #she befriended cujo with a re introduction #the Giw also didn’t think this through #they expected him to be dead before anyone took notice

[haddonfieldwhore]

scary dog privilege pt2- ethan landry

ethan landry x alt! reader

❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️

❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️

2.2k words // part 1

warnings: mentions of death, violence, blood/gore language, one instance of y/n, not edited

❥ taglist: @breadbowser @lillunna @fanboyluvr @wroetoslut @gojosbucket

in the last 12 hours, you and ethan had grown very close, despite the more than unusal circumstances; or maybe because of them. both having been thrown into such a crazy situation, with a masked killer on the loose, it made it a little better that you weren’t going through it alone. everyone in the group had someone - tara and sam had eachother, same with chad and mindy. ethan and you were by far the most outcasted from the group, so in a weird way it brought you together.

sam and tara had been attacked by a killer in a ghostface mask at a bodega on the way to the police station last night, confirming that the murder that had happened a few hours before was in fact no coincidence. woodsboro had followed sam and tara and their friends to new york, and by association, you, ethan and everyone else were potential targets as well as potential suspects.

it was now daytime, sam and tara having spent all night at the police station. everyone except danny, sam’s neighbour friend, were sat outside the college campus, listening to mindy go over the rules of a franchise; which is what she determined you were all in at this point. sitting on the bench next to ethan with your legs across his lap, as mindy stood in front of the group.

“listen up nerds. as terrifying as this situation is, i’m actually glad i get the chance i get to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time. now, it seems like the killer is out to make a sequel to the requel,” mindy began.

“um- what’s a requel?” anika asked, raising her hand.

“sweetie, you’re beautiful. let’s hold all questions till the end,” mindy said.

“stab 1 took place in woodsboro…. stab 2 took place in…college,” sam recalled.

“i don’t like this,” ethan shook his head.

“do we think the killer is following the movies?” tara asked.

“it’s possible, and it would make sense if this was a regular sequel. but nobody just makes sequels anymore, we’re in a franchise! and there are certain rules to surviving a franchise!” mindy explained.

“i had a feeling,” sam sighed.

“everything has to be bigger than last time. forget about the legacy characters; canon fodder at this point. only brought back to be killed of in a cheap bit for nostalgia bit. it’s all about doing something different to keep people coming back: longer chase scenes, higher body count. if the killers last time were whiney, snowflake film nerds with letterboxd accounts instead of personalities, you can expect it to be the opposite this time. new city, suspicious new characters added to the friend group to round out the suspect list. and that’s not even the worst part,” mindy went on.

“oh this is where she tells us the worst part,” chad chimes in.

“the thing about franchises is that they’re ongoing episodic storylines… which means that main characters are expendable now too. meaning any of us could bite it at any time… especially sam and tara.”

“wait- am i in the friend group?” ethan asked, and mindy nodded.

“yeah i feel like i don’t really qualify,” you added. “i didn’t even know you guys 2 days ago.”

“this is true. it would seem you just have terrible timing. plus- you are from woodsboro, so that probably counts for something,” chad said, and unfortunately you realized he was probably right.

“but-i’m not like… one of the targets?” ethan asked, to which mindy nodded again and responded with a simple ‘mhm’.

“am i gonna die a virgin?” ethan asked, perhaps not realizing he said it out loud.

“that was a weird overshare.” mindy said, making a face.

“and by the looks of it i don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” chad teased, gesturing to you and ethan. a blush formed on ethan’s face and you gave chad the finger, although you weren’t really that offended. he returned the gesture with a smile, and you knew he had just been teasing.

“first up; ethan, the shy and dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky-“ mindy continued her speech.

“watch it,” you threatened, giving her a nasty look.

“why am i on the suspect list? because i’m randomly chads roomate?” ethan asked.

“roomate lotteries can be juked- you could’ve fixed it to get next to us!” she said, turning her attention to you. “and you- clearly you have some unresolved anger issues, and you suspiciously found your way into our friend group the night the killings started. not to mention the fact that you look like you know how to murder someone and get away with it.”

“for the record - i was not exactly trying to join your friend group; no offence.”

“so how did you end up with us last night?” tara asked genuinely.

“we were together at the frat party when you all left,” ethan explained. “we have econ together.”

“together.. at the party?” chad asked suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows, and tara slapped his arm. “sorry.”

“i’m in your film studies class too,” you said to mindy, ignoring chads question.

“interesting. so you also have a connection to the first victim.”

“mindy- i know you’re having your patented monologue moment, but i was at the same party as you when the murder happened. and i was in the apartment with you when sam and tara were attacked- we all were.”

“there’s always more than one killer- which brings us back to ….quinn - the slutty roomate; a horror movie classic.”

“sex positive, and… thank you?” she said, a confused look on her face.

“how exactly did you come to live with sam and tara?”

“i answered their ad online-“

“okay, say no more; you’ve already implicated yourself enough,” mindy interrupted.

“it was an anonymous ad mindy, plus her dad is a cop-“

“and that makes it more likely that she’s the killer becasue having a cop dad is a great cover- do you not remember how these movies work tara?” she yelled. “and finally; anika,” she said gesturing to her girlfriend, who blew a kiss at her, which mindy returned. “never trust the love interest.” her eyes narrowed, and anikas smile dropped.

“okay.. so we have our rules. and we have our suspects.”

“uhh what about you guys?” ethan suggested, referring to the four survivors from last years attacks.

“i think it’s safe to rule out the four of us who went through this last year,” mindy smiled.

“agreed.” chad said, pointing at her.

“well what if it is one of you. i mean what if the trauma from the last killing spree got to be too much and one… or more of you snapped.” quinn suggested.

“or- what if all of the killings made you thirsty for more? i mean to be honest some of the theories online about sam…” ethan started.

“don’t you fucking dare.” tara snapped, and he raised his eyebrows, but didn’t continue his sentence.

“ok let’s just face facts. if we’re all suspects, you’re all suspects.” anika said.

everyone silently agreed, eyeing eachother nervously as you

///

everyone was back at sam and tara’s apartment, except for ethan, who had said he was going to econ. with everything going on you decided not to go, as well you thought better to stay with the group than split up. you had tried to convince ethan to stay as well, but he said his dad would kill him if he didn’t go - he was super uptight about grades and stuff.

sitting on the couch with anika as chad, mindy, tara and sam were in the kitchen, you started to wish you had gone with ethan. what if something happened to him?

“shit,” you muttered under your breath, and anika looked over at you.

“hey… if you’re worried about ethan, i’m sure he’s fine. he’s with a bunch of people in class right?” she smiled. you were thankful for the reassurance, and to her surprise you smiled back.

“you’re right… thank you.”

“you seem cool. i wish we met under better circumstances,” she admitted, and you were a little surprised; she was one on the only people in ethan’s friend group who had been nice to you.

“yeah, me too.”

“so.. you and ethan?” she asked playfully, and you shrugged, looking at your phone awkwardly, secretly hoping he would text to say he was alive or something.

“i don’t know. we made out at the party and then… all this happened.” you said. it had been a crazy 24 hours to say the least. you wondered what you would be doing right now if you hadn’t talked to ethan at the party. “he’s cute though. it’s nice to have a … friend through all this i guess.” you weren’t sure why you were being so open with her, but you couldn’t help but feel a little better after talking about how you were feeling.

“well, i think after all this is over we could be friends. isn’t stuff like this supposed to bring people together?” she said, and you felt your phone buzz in your lap. “is that him?”

“yeah; he’s just checking in,” you answered, before typing a reply to ethan to let him know you were all okay. you typed out “i miss you” but decided against sending it, instead erasing the message and dropping your phone back on your lap. it soon buzzed again, and you picked it up, expecting it to be ethan again.

banging sounds could be heard from quinn’s bedroom, and you assumed it was her and her guest going at it again, until you heard the four voices in the dining room hush and someone mutter a quiet “oh my god.”

looking at your phone, you opened a text from an unknown number to be met with a photo of someone in a ghostface costume holding a bloody quinn, just on the other side of the door. everyone gathered next to you and anika in the living room, and you all stood in silence staring at the door to quinn’s room.

“run,” mindy spoke, and the door swung open, quinn’s body landing on you and anika, knocking you both to the floor. ghostface followed close behind and slashed at mindys arm, as chad and tara ran out of the apartment, leaving you, mindy, anika and sam. pushing quinn’s bloodied body off of the two of you, terror flashed in your eyes as the killer dove towards you, and you sent him backwards with a boot to the chest. he went after anika next, his hands wrapping around her throat and lifting her off the ground, and she squirmed around before he pinned her to the wall and drove his knife into her stomach. she screamed in pain as the killer twisted the knife and dragged it upwards, blood pouring from the wound before you picked up a dining room chair and slammed it over his back. the killer dropped anika to the ground, and you and mindy grabbed her and followed sam into quinn’s room, managing to slam the door just in time. the killer banged against it repeatedly and you turned the lock, leaning against the door as you breathed heavily.

“mindy- bathroom door,“ sam whispered, and mindy hurried to lock door on the other side of the room to the adjacent bathroom, where you heard her exclaim, you assumed at the sight of quinn’s lovers body, considering he was nowhere to be seen. sam followed walked over to the window, and you heard her slide it open as you held your hands against anikas stomach, trying to stop the bleeding.

sam and mindy screamed, the killer having come around to the other side of the door through the bathroom, throwing his body against it and trying to break open the lock. you and anika ran over, and tried to help mindy hold the door closed. after slashing at you with the knife, creating a deep gash in your shoulder blade, the four of you managed to push him out, barricading the door with a dresser. it wouldn’t hold him off for long, and he continued to kick at the door as danny, sams boyfriend next door slid a ladder over the expanse between the two windows for you all to crawl across.

“she’s loosing a lot of blood,” mindy said, referring to anika.

“say something more positive!” she cried in response, as sam started climbing out the window. sam made it across, calling for mindy to come next. you and her were using your weight to hold the dresser in place, trying to keep the killer out of the room with all of your strength.

“someone has to hold the door. y/n you go, i’ll get anika next.” she suggested instead, and you knew mindy just wanted to stay behind to protect her girlfriend. somehow even with everything that was currently happening, your mind flashed to ethan; and you were thankful that he wasn’t here, and that he was somewhere safe. “come on!”

you shrieked as the killer managed to get the door slightly open, and reach his arm through, the silver knife in his hand catching your cheekbone and leaving a long cut behind. mindy still leaning all of her weight against the dresser nodded at you to go, and you made your way to the window, grabbing hold of the ladder. sam and danny were holding it steady on the other side, and all you could think was

do not look down

do not look down

do not look down-

you crawled across the cold ladder over the alleyway below; which was surely a 30 foot drop if not further. you made it across and danny pulled you into the apartment, as sam called for anika to come next. her and mindy went back and forth on who should go across first, and anika promised to be right behind mindy. pressing a tearful kiss to her shaking girlfriends lips, mindy started her crawl across the ladder as you all held the ladder steady from the other side.

you watched as the dresser continued to shake from the killer kicking the door to get in, and anika cried that she couldn’t do it as she approached the window, her trembling hands gripping the ladder with blood covered fingers. she was bleeding badly from her stomach, but with reassurance from mindy and sam, she got onto the ladder and slowly started moving across it. she was about a third of the way across, and the four of you in danny’s apartment watched with wide eyes as the killer broke into the room with no one’s weight holding the dresser.

“what?” anika asked, noticing that all of you had gone silent.

“anika you need to move right now!” mindy and sam yelled, urging her to continue across the ladder. she looked back as the killer stabbed the knife into the windowsill, and grabbed hold of the ladder. anika screamed and held on for dear life as he began to shake the ladder up and down, and then from side to side; attempting to throw her off of it.

the four of you tried desperately to hold it steady, mindy in hysterics. begging the terrified to hurry across the ladder. she managed to move slightly forward and was almost close enough to reach sams outstretched hand, as she called for her to take it. the ladder shook hard as she tried to grab hold of sams hand, and the killer twisted it to side, causing anika to fall screaming to the ground below, her head slamming into the open dumpster below. mindy balled next to you, and you all stared across the alleyway at the killer, as he picked up the knife and walked out of view.

#ethan landry imagine #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry headcanons #ethan landry fanfiction #ethan landry one shot #ethan landry fic #scream #scream 6 #scream 6 spoilers #jack champion #jack champion fic

[somethinglikethatyeah83]

HE GOT AWAY: Alec Hardy

Pairing: Alec Hardy x Reader

Warnings: Threatening, mentions of death, knifes and you get stabbed. Broadchurch stuff, I guess? Set during the Danny Latimer case so massive spoilers for season 1

Summary: You know who Danny's killer is, but only because he comes to have a word with you...

Word Count: 2.33K

Alec wasn’t home, still in the office. I’m still off after having Violet but Alec had wanted to get back to work as soon as possible for the Danny Latimer case. 

Which I think I’d just solved.

Joe Miller stood in my kitchen, a place I felt as a sanctuary, holding an eight inch knife pointing in my direction. I didn’t know if I would be able to step in this room again after tonight, if I got out alive. Joe, though, was nervous. Completely and utterly unstable as he shook in front of him. His interrogation against me was evidently unplanned, as I recognised the handle from my kitchen drawer. But his stance was wary, which meant I had a chance of getting out alive.

My gun was in the living room, on the highest bookshelf so Violet couldn’t get to it, but still in reach of me, just in case anything happened. I couldn’t get to it at the moment, though. The last time I used it must have been a good 6 months ago, and I couldn’t even remember if it had any bullets in it, but maybe that was for the best. A scared still hormonal mother with a gun? Never a good idea. And maybe just the notion of getting shot would be enough to get Joe to cave. If I could get a hold of it. 

“Joe-”

“Shut up!” He shouted, shaking the knife at me. He had tears in his eyes and that fearful look that scared me. He could do anything and I wouldn’t be able to stop him.

“Don’t make this mistake.” I warned, holding my hand out in front of me, a good distance. “You’re unstable and scared- I don’t blame you-”

“Scared and holding a knife, do you really want to take that risk?” He threatened, feet glued to the wooden floor, but staring at me with an intensity that only a murderer could have.

“Put the knife down, Joe.”

“Why should I?”

“Remember I’m with the police. I’m married to the detective inspector and best friends with the DS, your wife. You kill me, here, tonight, everybody is going to know. Alec will leave no stone unturned until he finds my killer and when he finds you, which you know he will, he won’t be merciful.” I tell him, watching as his face dropped and it clicked in his head what he was doing. Clicked that what he was doing made no sense at all. “You already have Danny’s life on your conscious, do you really want mine?”

He was so close to caving. To handing the knife in and letting me take him down to the station. But then the phone rang, my mobile sat on the counter, lit up with Alec’s number.

Joe’s face hardened. “Answer it, put it on speaker. Act normal.”

I reached down and answered it, hearing the chatter of the office, Alec’s voice calming me even though he had no clue that a murderer was in our kitchen, threatening to kill me.

“Darlin’, was there anything you wanted me to pick up from the shops on the way home?” He asked, from over the phone, in a moderately perky mood compared to how he would be if he knew. 

I stuttered, stumbling over my words and the nerves took a hold. Joe’s stare for worse. “We need tomatoes for dinner.” I told him, saying the first thing that came into my head because there was a murderer in my kitchen. 

There was silence over the phone, but only for a second. It would probably be the last thing I said to him. I probably wouldn’t make it out here alive and he would have no clue. I’d die here tonight and leave Violet without a mother, Alec without the love of his life, the one person he can tell everything and anything. 

What would Ellie think?

I hadn’t even thought of her. Her husband was a murderer, and she had no idea. Her husband, the father of her children, Tom and Fred, was a murderer. None of them had any clue. And if I didn’t get out here alive tonight, no one would ever know until Alec found out. Joe would walk free.

“You alrigh’, love?” Alec asked from the other side, his voice high and laced with worry. He knew something was wrong, and Joe would make me pay the consequences for that.

I swallowed, steadying my voice, my eyes still staring at Joe to make sure he didn’t move. “Yeah, perfect. Violet’s already asleep upstairs so we’ve got the evening to ourselves.”

“Lovely. I’ll text you when I’m on my way. Love you.” 

“Love you too, Alec, so much.” I tell him, and I could almost hear the smile on his face as he says goodbye again, and ending the call. 

I flip my phone over quickly, turning to Joe again who still has the knife pointed in my direction. He’s still scared but he’s managed to mask some of it. Definitely still unstable, though, and I still might have a chance to let him cave.

“You’re really going to kill me?”

“Why shouldn't I?” He negotiates, taking a step closer to me, which now has my back against the door. I want to stay as far from him as possible, but if he steps closer there’s nowhere else I can go. “You know what I’ve done. You’ll get me arrested. If I get you out the way, Tom and Fred will still have a father. Do you really want them to lose me?”

“Do you want Violet to lose her mother?”

“She isn’t my kid!” He shouts, making me flinch. He can’t control his anger, the tears of frustration falling from it but also a higher chance of another murder here tonight. 

I took a deep breath. “How would you feel if you lost Ellie, huh? It’s the same situation, Joe. How is she going to react to you killing Danny and me?”

“She’ll never find out.”

“You know she will.” I shook my head, swallowing and watching as he got closer. Closer to giving in. “You can’t just refuse it. You can either spend your life riddled with guilt for Danny and I, or you can go with grace and get better. Settle your mind.”

“No.”

“All you have to do is come with me. I’ll take you down to the station. You can confess and serve the time you deserve.” I negotiate, knowing I was helping. Knowing I was so, so close to getting him to cave. I had a chance to get a murderer off the streets tonight and I was as sure as hell going to do my best. “You killed a child, Joe, there’s no escaping that. You can at least go with some dignity, instead of making it worse.”

“No!” He shouts, his whole body shaking with fear, and confusion, and I know he knows I’m right, but he’s fighting it out of fear. He doesn’t want to go, and I don’t blame him, but he deserves it. 

He shakes his head, slowly taking small steps towards me. Each step has my heart rate speeding up. This was it. I was going to die tonight and there was nothing I could do about it. Alec and Violet would be left alone, without a mother and a wife.

“Joe, don't do this.

“You can’t stop me!” 

“She can’t.” Alec’s voice came from behind me. I hadn't even heard the door. “But I can.”

But it wasn’t quite enough. Everything happened too quickly after that for me to keep track. Joe grabbed my wrist and spun me around so I was facing Alec, and the cold metal of the knife was held up against the sensitive skin of my neck. Alec had his gun pointing at Joe, who I could no longer see, but feel his hand on my wrist.

“Joe, don’t do this.” Alec warned, eyes darting between Joe and I. “Killing a police officer is worse than murdering a child, the time you’ll spend in prison will almost double.”

“That’s all I’ve been hearing from her, ain’t it? For the past half an hour.” He sounds disgusted when he refers to me, looking at Alec. 

“Put the knife down.”

Joe didn’t say anything. The tension was too thick, the air was warm and the anger that spilled from Alec was worse than I’d ever seen it before. This could go either way, one would end up with me dead, or a murderer in prison. I knew which one it would be immediately.

And there it was.

An excruciating pain in my abdomen, blood in my ears and dripping onto the floor. There was muffled shouting, a deep Scottish shout and some smashing that resembled that of glass, I wasn’t paying attention. But it didn’t matter. All the chaos didn’t matter, not anymore. Because a murderer was getting away because I’d let him. Joe was getting away.

“He’s getting away…” I murmur, reaching my hand out to the window. It all felt so far away now.

Alec was above me, though, I knew that much. I could just about feel his hand in mine. “You’re going to be fine. Bob’s called an ambulance, we’re going to get you to a hospital.”

He was getting blurry, though, and slowly further and further away from my reach.  I knew I was about to black out but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Joe was getting away and I was about to die. Alec and Violet would be left alone.

“He’s getting away…”

I could hear the heart monitor, and when I tried to move, a dull ache still throbbed in my abdomen. The smell of sheet vinyl and cheap PPE plastic overwhelmed me, but at least it told me where I was; a hospital. 

At least I was alive.

Part of me knew that wouldn’t let me die in our kitchen that night, but most of me knew that chances were I wouldn’t. Joe probably only just missed a vital organ, and I still could have died from blood loss.

But I didn’t. I was alive. I was alright. Alec and Violet still had a wife and a mother.

And there they were, sitting right next to me in the hospital bed. 

He sat bolt upright when he saw my eyes open, Violet cradled in his arms, sleeping softly. It was obvious the second I looked at him that he hadn’t had a wink of sleep for however long I had been out. 

“You’re awake.”

“I’m alive.” I told him. “That’s more important.” 

Alec nodded, shuffling closer to me in the hospital chair he’d been given. I reached out for him to pass my Violet but he shook his head.

“They’ve said you’re not allowed to hold her until the wound has fully healed. And no pressure on it at all, so when you sit down you have to sit up straight. And no work until it’s fully healed, too.” He lectured, evidently worried for what my reaction would be.

No work and no daughter? Now that was just cruel.

“Shit, seriously?”

“I’m sorry. As soon as you’re allowed, I’m sure she’ll be clinging to you.”

I shrug, looking over at her in Alec’s arms. She was so cute, asleep. Not knowing that her mother had nearly been murdered. By someone that had held her, someone that knew her. I hadn’t even thought about it.

“Joe. It was Joe.” 

“Aye, I know.”

I looked up at Alec who had a nervous look in those gorgeous eyes of his. “How could we have missed it? How could it be someone we know so well?”

Alec shrugged. “I don’t know.”

It was time to ask the question I’d been avoiding. “Have you told Ellie?”

“No.” He shook his head. “She wasn’t in the right frame of mind after she heard what happened to you and I wouldn’t want to make it worse. She had to be told in a civil place, where she can’t do anything to harm anyone or herself.”

“I can’t believe he got away.” I started unconsciously tapping against the hospital blanket I was shrouded in. I couldn’t believe that I had let him get away. I thought I’d either die in the room or a murderer would be off the streets, it hadn’t occurred to me that he could have ran away.

And what would Ellie think? She would find out soon enough and I really don’t think she would be able to handle anything like this at the moment. Tom and Fred would lose their father and Ellie would lose the man she thought she could trust the most.

“Don’t blame yourself.” Alec murmured, holding Violet with one arm and taking my hand in his spare one. “There wasn’t anything you could have done.”

I leant back against the pillow. “I know, I just- he was right there. If I’d had cuffs on me I could have arrested him there and then but I wasn’t at work. I don’t even think the gun has bullets in it.”

“If it hadn’t been for you, if you hadn’t kept him busy we wouldn’t know it was him. Now we know who to look for. We’ll find him soon.” Alec assured, squeezing my hand.

I looked up at him and smiled. He sent a soft smile back as my thoughts started spiraling again. “How did you know I was in trouble?”

Alec laughed slightly, a fond smile on his face. “You told me we needed tomatoes. You hate tomatoes. I knew you only would have said that as the first thing that came into your mind. I knew you were in danger.”

“Thank goodness you know me so well.” I smile. “I love you.”

Alec grinned down at me, nodding. “Love you too. And we’ll catch him, promise.”

#alec hardy fluff #alec hardy x reader #alec hardy #broadchurch #alec hardy angst #alec hardy x yn #danny latimer case #broadchurch spoilers

[gtbutterfly]

Jen and Gabby chapter 6

Finally got this one out. I've been sitting on it for a while, and I finally got it finished. I'm mostly happy with it, but I'm a bit worried its not as good as the previous chapters due to it taking so long. anyways. I hope you enjoy! criticism is appreciated.

CW: cages, dehumanization,

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It was impossible to tell what time it was. Tim and Gabby were surrounded by cold metal walls, there were no windows to the outside other than the door of metal bars, the only way in or out of their cage. The ceiling at a bright white light beaming down on them. It was blinding to look at. The ground was covered in metal bars that were painful to sit or lay on. The cage smelled like pet food, hair, and rat droppings, similar to the smell of the walls of houses Tim had borrowed from which had rat infestations. There weren’t any rats or mice here, though, just the lingering smell of them. They had been here at some point, something must have happened to them. Tim was afraid of what that something was. Maybe they were just moved. Maybe they’re gone. 

“What are we gonna do, Tim?” Gabby asked, looking around worried. “What are they going to do to us?” 

“I…I don’t know, Gabby,” Tim said, “I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” he tried to reassure her.

“What is this place?” Gabby asked,

“A laboratory,” Tim said, “This is where humans do like, tests and stuff,”

“Are they going to do tests on us?” Gabby asked,

“Well, from what I heard, they usually do tests on animals, like mice and stuff,” Tim said. He was recalling most of his information from what he’d seen on TV while with Rebecca. He didn’t know if he was right or not.

“But there aren’t any mice here!” Gabby said,

“It sure smells like there are,” Tim muttered, “Look, everything is going to be fine,” Tim tried to comfort Gabby, “We’re going to get out of here, ok? They aren’t going to hurt us, I won’t let them,”

“Are you sure?” Gabby asked. Tim paused for a moment, before sighing.

“I’m not, but I hope I’m right,” he said, looking down.

“Why were you in that house I was in?” Gabby asked, “Did that human boy kidnap you too?” 

“No. well, he did, but, uh,” Tim stumbled over his words, “Look, me and your sister Jen were trying to save you, and then we were caught by that brat.”

“You and Jen were coming to save me?” Gabby asked,

“Yeah, Jen told me about you getting kidnapped and all, and I decided to help her,” Tim rubbed the back of his neck. Suddenly, Gabby hugged Tim around his waist.

“Thank you,” Gabby said, hugging Tim tightly, “I thought no one was coming to save me,”

“Uh, you're welcome,” Tim said, “I mean, you shouldn’t really be thanking me, y’know, since we failed,”

“Where is Jen?” Gabby asked, “Why didn’t Danny have her?”

“Danny?” Tim asked,

“The human that kidnapped us,” Gabby said,

“Oh, uh…I don’t know where Jen is,” Tim said, looking down,

“Weren’t you caught together?” Gabby asked. Tim was silent for a moment. He didn’t know how to break it to her.

“When we were seen, the human picked me up, and Jen avoided it by using her needle,” Tim said,

“Oh, that's how she avoided being caught when I was taken!” Gabby said, smiling at the thought of her sister. “So she got away?”

“...he kicked her.” Tim said, “The human kicked her into a wall. She looked hurt. She didn’t get up. The human just left her in the room when he took me. That's the last I saw of her,” Gabby was silent for a moment. She was processing what she’d heard, trying to make sense of it.

“So she…Jen is……” tears started to swell in Gabby's eyes as she thought about the possibility of what happened to her sister,

“No, no, she’s not dead! She didn’t die, she was just hurt.” Tim said, seeing Gabby’s face turn to despair, “Jen’s alive, I’m sure of it. I know it,” 

“So, she's still in that room?” Gabby asked,

“Maybe,” Tim looked down, “maybe she’s recovered and escaped already. If she did, she’d probably be trying to find you still,”

“But, how would Jen ever find us?” Gabby asked worriedly, "We don't even know where we are, and even if Jen did, how would she get here?”

“I don’t know, but she'll figure something out,” Tim said. “She's your sister, she's smart like that. In the meantime, we should get out of here before the humans come back,”

“Yeah,” Gabby said. The two borrowers went to the edge of their cage, where the door made of metal bars was. They were high up, at least too high for borrowers like them to survive falling. The metal bars were too close for them to squeeze out of. Gabby looked at Tim. “Do you have any of your borrowing tools? Like a grappling hook, or needle?”

“No, the humans took them from me,” Tim said, looking down, and sighing.

“Then what are we going to do?” Gabby said, looking scared.

“I’m sure we’ll think of something, don’t worry,” Tim said, “we’ll just have to wait for now,”

“Oh,” Gabby said, worriedly. She paced around the cage, gripping her hair, before she sat down in a corner. “We’re never gonna get out of here…”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Tim said, “we’re not gonna be here forever, we’ll get eventually,”

“I’m sorry, it's just,” Gabby looked down, “what if I never see Jen again?”

“You will, don’t worry,” Tim rubbed Gabby's back, trying to comfort her.

“Are you sure? Or do you just hope so?” Gabby asked. Tim was silent for a moment.

“I’m sure enough,” he said, looking down.

Jen was still in Rebecca's car. She was too small to see out the windows properly, looking up all she could see was the sky and streetlights from above. It had stopped raining briefly, but the sky was still covered in clouds. They’ve been driving for a while, mostly in silence. Jen looked up at Rebecca. The human was staring at the road in front of them.

“How much longer?” Jen asked.

“Not long, we’ll be there soon,” Rebecca said, continuing to drive. The two shared a moment of silence before Rebecca spoke up again. “So, about what I said earlier, uh, about you being weak and helpless,” she paused.

“I’m not weak and helpless,” Jen said sternly.

“I know, I didn’t mean it that way,” Rebecca said, “I just, uh, I meant that… you're at a disadvantage…because of your size…and you could use some help,”

“Are you talking about me, or borrowers in general?” Jen asked.

“Uh, I dunno, both?” Rebecca said,

“The borrowers around this place are doing fine without help from humans,” Jen said. “And I only need help from you because of what the other humans did.”

“Yeah, I guess you guys are doing fine, but you're still dying of cats eating you, and hunger and such,” Rebecca said. “Imagine how much better things would be if you had our help, if humans knew about you,”

“They’d kidnap us and take us to a laboratory to do tests on?” Jen asked.

“Ok, I see your point, but not all humans are like that, honestly,” Rebecca said. “Most of us would probably treat you really well if you gave us a chance,”

“How would that even work? How would humans help tinies if they all knew about us?” Jen asked.

“Well, the government would make laws protecting you from being killed,” Rebecca said,

“Like they do for animals?” Jen asked,

“Well, yeah, kinda.” Rebecca looked down, “But you wouldn’t be seen as animals, you’d be seen as people…very small people,” 

“So what, everything else would be the same?” Jen asked.

“No, you wouldn’t have to steal to survive anymore,” Rebecca said. “I don’t know exactly how things would be, but I think it would work like how me and Tim live together. Y’know, every tiny would get their own human to take care of them,”

“Every human would have a tiny pet to own?” Jen asked.

“No, not like that,” Rebecca said,

“That sounds exactly like that,” Jen said, “all that would do is put humans in power over us and make us dependent on them. Not to mention that not all humans are like you,” 

“OK then, how would you do it?” Rebecca asked.

“...do what?” Jen looked up at her.

“How would you make a world where humans and tinies live together?” Rebecca asked.

“I don’t know, I’ve never thought about that, it's a thing that would never happen,” Jen leaned against the back of the car seat.

“Ok, but just hypothetically,” Rebecca said,

“Fine, I guess…hmm,” Jen thought to herself for a second. “We’d all have our own...tiny houses, and tiny cars, and like, little communities of tinies with tiny jobs, and money we could use to buy food for ourselves,” Jen said, chuckling under her breath at the absurd thought. “And tiny schools that our kids can go to, and basically all the stuff you have but our size.”

“That sounds nice,” Rebecca said, smiling.

“It sounds ridiculous.” Jen sighed, “It would never happen, it's impossible.”

“Well, you never know. Maybe someday,” Rebecca said, as the car slowly came to a stop, and she changed the gear to park. “Ok, we’re here.”

Jen got up from the car seat and looked up at Rebecca.

“Lift me to the window,” Jen told her. Rebecca lifted Jen up from under her arms and placed the borrower in front of the windshield. They were facing the biomedical institute, a large concrete building. The front had various glass windows and lights coming from the inside. The rest of the building was brown and windowless. There were a few other cars in the parking lot they were in, all covered in water from the rain.

“So, what's the plan?” Rebecca asked,

“You bring me inside, I find Tim and Gabby, and then we come back to you.” Jen said, “You bring us back to the neighborhood, and let me and my sister go our way.”

“Really? You don’t need any help getting them out of there?” Rebecca asked, before sighing. “Or are you just still afraid of me,” 

“I’m not afraid, human.” Jen said, “All I need you for is getting me here, and bringing us back home and….I’m grateful you decided to help with that…”

“Aww, you're welcome, tiny,” Rebecca said. Jen sighed,

“But I don’t need your help with anything else. Just bring me inside, and wait here for us to get back.” Jen commanded.

“But what if something happens to you?” Rebecca asked, “I can’t just let you go in there alone, i mean, what if you don’t come back?” Jen paused for a moment to think. Finally, she turned towards the human and looked up at her.

“If I don’t come back by midnight, go in there yourself and look for Gabby and Tim,” she said, before looking down. “If you find them, but not me, take them back to the neighborhood…tell Tim to bring Gabby to Liam and Nora at the marketplace.”

“But Jen,” Rebecca said, “I’m not gonna leave you here, I’m not just going to assume that you're dead if I can’t find you. Please, let me come with you to look for them,”

“You're a human, you’d get us caught.” Jen said, “You can’t hide or get around undetected the same way I can,”

“Oh…oh yeah,” Rebecca rubbed the back of her neck.

“If you find Gabby and not me, tell her…” Jen thought for a moment, “Tell Tim to tell her…no, tell Tim to get him, Liam, and Nora to teach her borrowing. And that I’m proud of her.” Jen said, looking down. Rebecca was silent for a moment. She wanted to protest more, and say that Jen was going to find Gabby and come back alive, say that she should be going with her to help, but she knew there was no point in it,

“Ok, I will,” Rebecca said, “should I bring you inside now?” 

“...yes,” Jen said, “get me inside of there,”

“Ok, I’ve got it,” Tim said, turning from the bars of the cage he and Gabby were in.

“You do?” Gabby said as she sat on the metal floor, “What's the plan? How do we get out of here?”

“So the humans are going to take us out of here sometime, right?” Tim said, “We wait for that to happen, and when we see an opening to escape, we take it,”

“That's your plan?” Gabby asked, “We wait for the humans to come to do their evil tests on us, and if we have a way to escape then, we escape? What if there isn’t a way to escape then?”

“I don’t know, that's the best idea I have,” Tim said, “it was this, or pretending to be dead so they throw us out,”

“What was wrong with that plan?” Gabby asked,

“...you don’t want to know what humans do with dead things, Gabby,” Tim said, rubbing the back of his neck, “just listen, If there's a time when you think you can get away, run. Run as fast as you can, and don’t look back until you're out of the human’s sight, ok?”

“O-okay,” Gabby gulped in nervousness.

“It should be any minute now unless they're keeping us in here until morning,” Tim said,

“What time is it?” Gabby asked,

“I don’t know, it should still be night,” Tim said, looking out the bars. He sighed and looked back at Gabby. “You should get some rest. I keep looking out, in case they come in here.”

“But…w-what if they do something to us? What if….” Gabby held herself, worried. Tim put his hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wake you up if anything happens. It's getting late, you should get some sleep.” Tim said, trying to comfort Gabby.

“Oh….okay….” she said, sitting down against the metal wall, and slowly laying down. Tim turned towards the bars again. He sighed, thinking to himself.

What are we going to do?

The vents of the lab were locked. Most vents that borrowers traveled through had to be manually unscrewed with a detached screwdriver bit, which Jen didn’t have. Rebecca had to get Jen inside by going through the front door and placing her on the ground by pretending to drop something while talking to the person at the front desk. Now Jen was traversing through the empty hallways, trying not to be seen. Most of the hallway lights were off, and there weren’t many humans in this building, so it wasn’t too much of a challenge to stay hidden. Every so often, there would be footsteps in the distance, and Jen would have to duck into an empty room with its door open, or under a chair, cleaning cart or behind a plant, or just stay in a dark shadow and hope she wasn’t seen while the human passed by. None of the people she saw looked like the man that was in the photo she’d seen at the house, the human she assumed took Gabby and Tim. There were some janitorial workers, and different scientists and employees leaving for the night, but none of them had the tinies on them. Jen even followed some to make sure, but that only got her more lost. The building was massive for a borrower, a two-story house was enough for a tiny person to spend their entire life in. This building was at least three stories, and there were dozens upon dozens of rooms that Gabby and Tim could’ve been in, most of which were closed. Jen knew her best bet for finding them was to find the human that took them here. So she kept moving through the hallways, running and hiding, and checking the humans that unknowingly walked past her. Eventually, she heard a conversation coming from some room. She stood outside the open door, hiding in the shadows of a potted plant while eavesdropping.

“You realize how rare these things are, yes? We can’t just do tests on them now, they’re not disposable like the rats are.”

“Yes, but we have two of them, a male and a female.”

“Isn’t the female of adolescence?”

“Correct, but that doesn’t mean we can’t wait for it to reach maturity or simply force it now.”

“I don’t think those are viable options, professor. Any other suggestions?”

“Well, lilliputians have been known to be social and gather in groups. We could tag one of them, and let it lead us to others.” 

“Which one would receive the tag?”

“The older one most likely, they would be more likely to lead us to where it and the other lilliputians meet. The younger one would more likely die.”

“So we attach a tracking tag to one of them, send it  back to the area it came from, and wait for it to lead us to the other Lilliputians, what do we do with the other one?”

“Keep it alive in case the older one fails to lead us to others. In the meantime, start examinations on them. Get DNA samples and measurements of their heights and weights.”

“Very well, sir,”

The scientist then left the room. Jen peered from behind the pot she was hiding behind and started following one of them. There was something familiar about one of the words the humans were saying, “lilliputian.” It sounded similar to a story Jen heard when she was younger. She didn’t remember many details about it. It was about where all tinies came from, an island far away from any humans called “lilliput.” She didn’t know anything else about the story, it was just a fairytale as far as she knew. It's not like it mattered, anyway. All that mattered now was following this human to find Gabby and Tim. Eventually, she followed them to a dark blue metal door. The scientist closed the door behind him, leaving Jen stuck outside. 

Gabby flinched awake at the sound of the metal door across the room tightly closing. She got up and peered out the bars of the cage, Tim did the same. A human had entered the room. They were going through some drawers, taking out gloves and supplies. 

“It's happening,” Tim said, “get ready, they’re about to do something,”

“What’s gonna happen?” Gabby asked, 

“I don’t know,” Tim said, 

“I’m scared,” Gabby backed away from the cage bars,

“It's going to be ok, stay calm, Gabby,” Tim tried comforting her again, “it's going to be fine,”

“What are they going to do to us?” Gabby said, panicking, “are they…

“It's going to be fine, Gabby, I’ll be with you,” Tim said, 

The scientist put rubber latex gloves on and walked towards the cage. Gabby fell silent as the human got closer. They opened the latch and grabbed Gabby from the enclosure. She squirmed and screamed as she was pulled outside. Tim tried to keep her from being taken away, but he was knocked over as he lost grip on Gabby’s arm. 

“Gabby!” Tim yelled as the door closed, and Gabby was taken away. The scientist ignored the tiny’s screams and dropped Gabby onto a glass scale. As she tried to stand up, the scientist grabbed her arm and pulled on it. Gabby yelped in pain. The scientist measured her arm, before pinning her to the desk and measuring her height. After they were done, they squeezed Gabby in their hand and threw her back into the cage. She hit the floor on her side, hurting her shoulder. Then, the large gloved hand grabbed Tim, taking him out of the cage this time. Gabby forced herself up and ran to the side of the cage to watch as Tim was taken away. But the scientist didn’t take him to the same desk they took Gabby. Tim was dropped into some kind of plastic container, with clear walls and a metal grid over the top. The scientist opened the door to the room and left. Tim and Gabby shared a final glance as he was taken out of the room.

It had been a couple of minutes, and Jen was still outside the metal door. It didn’t have any cracks under it, so she couldn’t crawl under it. There was a vent nearby that could lead into the room, but Jen had nothing to open it with. So she was stuck waiting until the door opened. When it did, the same scientist from before walked outside. Jen, who was on the side of the door, noticed they were holding something, some kind of plastic box or cage. That must be where they are, Jen thought to herself, as she stalked after the human. She stayed in the shadows of the side of the hallway, trying her best to keep up with the large human with her smaller legs. The scientist went into another room. This time, Jen managed to slip through the or before it closed and hide under a metal chair. The scientist placed the box on a desk at the end of the room, and took some sort of device out of their pocket. It took Jen a moment to recognize what it was, it was used by humans to communicate over long distances, not a phone, just a small speaker and microphone with an antenna. She heard of some borrowers using them before, but she’d never seen one herself. The scientist spoke into the device.

“The male subject is in the operation room…..” They said, “Yes, it's secure. It's still in the portable container, though.” the scientist paused while listening to the voice on the other side of the device, which Jen couldn’t hear. “Alright. So what time are we making the implant?” they asked. “Tomorrow morning, get it.” 

The scientist put the device back on their belt and left the room. Jen stepped out from her hiding place and ran to the desk where the box was placed. She swung her grappling hook and threw it up to the top of the desk. It scraped against the metal surface and fell back down. Frustratedly, Jen picked up the hook and threw it again, aiming for the container. She tugged on the string before climbing it up the massive desk. Her head, arms, and hands were wet with rainwater from earlier and sweat from now. This was it, she thought. This was the end. She would finally save Gabby. She would finally see her sister again. Her hands strained as she climbed, pushing herself to her limits to get to the top. Finally, she did. She pulled herself up to the top of the cold, metal desk, and looked forward to the plastic prison. It was a thin, clear plastic box with a metal top. There were air holes on the top and sides that were barely large enough for a tiny to stick their hand through. One of these holes caught the fishing hook Jen threw. Inside the container was Tim, standing to the wall watching Jen lift herself up.

“Jen? Jen, you..you’re here! You’re alive!” Tim said upon seeing her again.

“Tim!” Jen pulled herself onto the desk and ran up to the wall of the cage. “What did they do to you? Where’s Gabby?”

“Still in the other room,” Tim said,

“The other room?” Jen asked,

“The room that human took me from…” Tim said, 

“Is she ok? What did they do to her?” Jen asked,

“shes …shes ok…well, as ok as she could be in this situation,” Tim said, rubbing the back of his neck. “She missed you, Jen, a lot. You have to go get her,”

“We will,” Jen said, “let me get you out of this thing,” Jen took her fishing hook and threw it on top of the plastic cage before climbing on top of it. Tim watched.

“Jen, hurry! We don’t have a lot of time, maybe you should just come back for me,” Tim said,

“No, I’m not just leaving you here. Who knows what they’ll do to you while I’m gone,” Jen said, “besides, saving Gabby with you will be easier than saving you with Gabby,” she came to the side lock and pulled open a door from the top. She dropped the string down into the cage and held onto it for Tim to climb up. Once Tim got to the top, Jen pulled him out. They looked at each other for a moment.

“Um..thanks Jen,” Tim said. Jen suddenly hugged him. Tim was almost startled by Jen wrapping her arms around him. He hugged her back. 

“I’m sorry, Tim,” Jen said, letting go of the hug. “This entire thing is my fault. I got you wrapped up in this, and I couldn’t protect Gabby in the first place.” she looked down. “I’m a terrible friend. And a terrible sister…”

“No, Jen,” Tim said, “your not either of those things. You’ve been doing nothing but trying to save your sister from these humans for the passed…how long has it been, two, three days! And you could’ve left me here to go save her, but you didn’t.” Tim put his hand on Jen’s shoulder. “You're a great friend. And an amazing sister.”

“...thanks, Tim…” Jen said, before sighing, “but I won't be a great sister until I save Gabby. Let's go.”

“Alright,” Tim said.

The two borrowers climbed down from the cage. Jen wrapped her hook around one of the air holes in the cage so they could climb down. Then, across the room, the massive metal door opened. The tiny’s hearts dropped. It was the same scientist from before, coming back into the room. They all froze as they saw each other. The scientist was holding a thicker plastic cage with a more secure lock. They looked down at Jen and Tim. The borrowers back away. Jens eyes furrowed. She drew her needle from her belt.

#g/t #gt community #g/t community #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #giant tiny #g/t writing #gt writing #borrowers #constructive criticism welcome #constructive critism welcome #giant and tiny #gianttiny #liliputians #size difference #sfw giant/tiny #sfw gt #borrower

[scarletsaphire]

The Fenton's enjoy family game night with their own, unique version of Operation.

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For Ectoberhaunt Day 6: Tabletop

"Easy, Jazzypants," Jack said, hovering over Jazz's shoulder, watching as she delicately maneuvered the forceps under the pale skin. 

When Jazz responded, it was without even the slightest bit of a tremor in her hand. "I know what I'm doing, Dad. We've been doing this for years now." 

"I know," Jack said with a sheepish grin, "... but can't I cheer on my little girl?"

"I think Jazz has a point," Danny said, head still lolled back in his chair, staring at the ceiling while tilting the chair further and further back. "We've been doing this for years. Can't we, I don't know, play a different game?"

"Danny, all legs on the floor please," Maddie said, gently but firmly pushing Danny's chair down. "And you love Operation! Besides, it'll be helpful for your biological class this year!"

"Yeah Danno!" Jack said. "You'll be able to show all your friends what four when you get to wield the scalpel!" He mimed a stabbing motion, bumping into Jazz on accident. A loud buzzing sound rang out from the life size body laying on the dining room table, and Jazz threw the forceps to the side. 

"Dad!" she yelled, throwing the forceps to the side and whirling on him angrily. "I almost had it."

"Sorry Jazzykins," he said. "You can still earn the points for stitching him back up at least?"

Jazz sighed. "Pass me the needle," she said, holding out her hand. Maddie passed it to her, and Jazz got to work.

"I'm just saying when most people have family game nights, they don't have to drag the life size anatomically correct man out of the closet to dissect. Most people play monopoly or whatever," Danny said. He lifted his head to look at the rest of the family for the first time that evening. "Or better yet, they don't have family game nights at all!"

"It's proven that regular bonding experiences are good for growing adolescents," Jazz said, carefully stitching the fake corpse's leg closed. "I understand that you don't care right now, but down the line you are going to think back on this time fondly."

"Come on Jazz," Danny said (he did not whine. He was turning fourteen in a week, and whining was not something that almost fourteen year olds did. Especially almost fourteen year olds that were as cool as Danny wanted to be.) "Don't any of your research things say anything about, I don't know, exposure to fake dead people from a very young age?"

Jazz paused in her stitches. "That is a good point. I'll need to do more research to verify that, but..." she trailed off as she moved to make her way upstairs where her psychology books were waiting.

"But you love Operation!" Jack protested. 

"Oh, let her go dear," Maddie said with a smile. "You know the call of research well enough to know fighting it won't help."

Jack smiled with a sigh. "Oh, to be young and filled with that thirst for knowledge again!" 

"We still are sweetie," Maddie said, kissing Jack on the cheek.

Danny stuck his finger down his throat and made a gagging noise. "Can I leave now?"

"Fine," Maddie said. "But I wish you would take a more active role in learning these things."

Danny pushed his chair back with a squeak. "Please, when am I ever going to need to know how to stitch an open wound?" He said before hurrying out the front door.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #jazz fenton #ectoberhaunt23 #eh day 6

[saw-x]

Scream 6 thoughts

I saw the movie last night and I have a lot of thoughts and I just wanted to get them out. There will be spoilers below the cut - read at your own risk

I really liked the opening and enjoyed the twist of unmasking the ghostface, only for that ghostface to be killed by the main ghostfaces of the film

Sam’s arc in the movie is a highlight and I liked her a lot more in this compared to Scream 5

Sam’s therapy session is hilarious - when she said “i stabbed him 22 times and slit his throat” the therapist’s reaction was hilarious

I found it unintentionally hilarious when Sam was looking at Billy’s robe in the glass case with her hand to the glass like she was ready to be possessed by his spirit of something 🙃

Gale dodging Sam’s punch only to be hit by Tara is a highlight

Some people might think that Gale still writing about the Woodsboro murders that happened is a regression in character but honestly it feels true to Gale imo

Like that they mentioned Sidney - honestly don’t mind her not being in these films because it means she got her happy ending which she deserves

Meta commentary was weak and they didn’t have much to say (“we’re in a franchise now” - mindy pls this is the sixth installment 😭)

Very glad to say Gale and Kirby survived - I thought for sure Gale was a goner and mentally prepared myself for it to happen

Liked that the kills are a bit more intense/violent compared to other films in the franchise

Certain scenes feel like they serve no purpose other than to mislead the audience and make little logical sense to me (e.g. Ethan helping Mindy off the subway - why not just let her die or finish her off? nobody on the subway even noticed her. It is just in there to throw suspicion off of him. Det. Bailey calling the FBI to ask about Kirby only exists to make his assertion that she snapped more believable to the viewer)

Seeing two ghostfaces kill together and do a simultaneous knife wipe was so cool

I had gotten the feeling from language used in interviews that there were three killers pretty early on before the film so wasn’t too shocked by that reveal

Detective Bailey and Quinn are the most obvious killers in the franchise in my opinion - faked death is always a big red flag in this franchise

I didn’t guess Ethan because honestly I forgot about him dsjflkajdlk

The super secret cameo that had been hyped up being Richie is super disappointing for me

The scene where Kirby and Mindy are geeking out over horror movies is cute (but do people REALLY like both Candyman movies equally... I for one don’t)

Gale scrolling the Stab reddit sent me for some reason

Gale’s first ghostface call... it’s been a long time coming and ghostface taunting her about dewey nearly killed me

Also is it just me or is it dumb how Gale shoots like 5 shots at the door?

I find it kinda amusing that this movie marketed this ghostface as ‘something different’ yet so many of his victims miraculously survive

In a way I’m happy that all the returning characters survived as I like them all, but it does make the stakes feel a lot lower (esp Chad, he was stabbed so many times smh)

This movie feels like the requel version of scream 2 but scream 2 is so much better

The killer family angle is kinda weak in my opinion and this was probably one of my least favourite killer reveals

You can really tell they’re Richie’s family cos they’re so lame

Chad and Tara are kinda cute

Danny had literally no role besides just standing around lmao

Love the nods to previous films with the shrines and the way that the killer’s masks were being left at the crimescenes

Sam killing in Billy’s ghostface robe was great

#scream #scream vi #scream 6 #scream vi spoilers #scream 6 spoilers #this is word vomit 😭 #and in no comprehensible order

[thesoulspulse]

Owen's Timeline (Part 1 ~ Childhood)

Even though I mostly made this for personal reference I thought I'd share this timeline with you too in case you're curious. Hopefully my math isn't off or anything but even if it is I only wanted to give myself a general idea of when certain events took place in Owen's life. Just in case you haven't read "Nevermore" yet and don't want to see any spoilers I'll leave the info down below the line so you can decide whether or not to read it. As for anyone who does want to then please enjoy!

Owen's Birthday – September 5th 1987 in Salem, Massachusetts

(Note: Danny was born February 12th 1989)

Ages 1-6 were more or less normal apart from always being able to see & sense ghosts.

A ghost Owen tried to help got pushy and overshadowed one of his teachers in elementary school somewhere between Age 5-10.

He's had the power to see & sense ghosts his entire life, aka a ghost sense similar to Danny's.

Ghosts in the area are naturally drawn to him if they want help moving on or realize he's a Necromancer who can bolster their ghost powers if he wanted to or knew how, making Owen a valuable asset.

Azrael/Kurst kept most of the dangerous ghosts/people away from Owen during his early childhood.

Owen's Visions Start – 1994 - Age 7

These include visions from his previous lives and visions about the ghost's he's met either recently or the distant past. Especially visions about Azrael/Kurst since they secretly share an incomplete blood pact from his previous life.

Ages 7-10 were difficult until Owen pretended he no longer believed in his ghosts/imaginary friends anymore at age 10 mostly to help make his parents feel less worried about him all the time.

In 1996 Mistveil was converted into a group home instead of a rehabilitation center for troubled teens. The director's late wife passed away at some point the same year due to old age.

His Parent's Death – 1998 - Age 11

They were killed by a female Wraith who split herself, overshadowed them, then made them stab each other with a pair of kitchen knives.

His mother was the one who injured Owen while overshadowed, stabbing him just below the navel.

Ages 11-13 Owen went to a middle school in Salem but was mercilessly ridiculed by the other children for blaming his parents death's openly on ghosts.

From the ages 11-13 Owen spent in a different group home in Salem before someone rigged his transfer to Mistveil

His Transfer to Mistveil – 2001 – Age 13

Owen has lived there for 3 years so from ages 13-16

Ages 13-15 he has been dealing with bullies too but meeting Eris made it bearable.

Owen was almost placed with a few new families but either his emerging powers kept acting up enough to cause problems or a ghost showed up and literally spooked them which ultimately led them to return him to Mistveil from ages 11-15

Owen tried to learn to be open to the idea of starting over with a new family but after so many disappointments he gave up the idea of ever being adopted.

Little does Owen many of those incidents were caused on purpose by either members of the council, Azrael/Kurst, or one of their ghostly servants/allies since they're monitoring everyone at Mistveil for signs of supernatural powers. And since he's already suspected to be a Necromancer they're waiting for his full awakening at age 16 because those powers are among the most rare.

To Be Continued In Part 2!

#danny phantom #danny phantom oc #danny phantom fanfiction #owen ravenwood #nevermore #timeline #story timeline #part 1 #the souls pulse #the soul's pulse #thesoulspulse #thesoul'spulse #fanfiction #fanfic

[the-blueish-trashcan]

Frank Morrison headcanons no one asked for (because I'm issues abt this disaster)

-He's asthmatic, no one knows but the crew.

-Additionally, his lungs are scarred from bad bouts of pneumonia as a kid. RIP Frank's lungs.

-Bisexual disaster mostly in denial.

-High school dropout, but the smartest dumb person you've ever met.

-Fairly philosophical despite his loud, angry, stabby disposition.

-Music taste, under modern standards, would consist of punk rock and/or the most obnoxious EDM music you've ever heard (Think Skrillex, or 100GECS)

-His relationship with the rest of the Legion is complicated. He cares about them a lot and hypes them up, but when it comes to interacting with them, he's kind of an overbearing douche.

-Him and Julie are close, but not dating. Had it not been for the Entity taking them, they probably would have tried.

-Frank and Joey have a... turbulent relationship. Frank wants to like the kid, but feels that Joey challenges him too much and at the same time doesn't have the confidence to be his own man. This often leads to verbal argumants and sometimes shoving matches. Very rarely does it escalate further, but it can happen.

-Frank likes Susie's enthusiasm a lot, and appreciates her upbeat spirit. He can be harsh on her, though. It's more a reflection of his internalized thoughts than his actual feelings toward her.

-Frank is the instigator of fights with soooo many other killers. He feels he has something to prove for himself and as the Legion, he wants a reputation that they're not to be fucked with. Unfortunately, this just leads to his ass getting kicked for harassing people much stronger than him. The rest if the crew backs him up, sure, but they're not dying on his behalf, no way.

-Frank's favorite fellow killers are Trapper and Ghostface. Evan because of how infamous he is and how high his kill count is, Danny because of his reputation, his style, and what turns out to be a suave personality. He ends up following Danny around like a lost puppy for a time, vying for his attention and approval.

-(This obsession with Danny turns into a crush, even if he doesn't realize it right away)

-Frank's least favorite killers are Wesker, Pyramid Head, Huntress and Pinhead. Wesker is condescending and insults him back, Pyra squishes him like a bug when he starts to get annoying, Huntress never seems to understand him and can snipe him across the fucking common area for harassing the others. Pinhead has just straight up sent him to Hell, the rest of the crew were horrified.

-He has more than just the tattoo on his throat; There's a vine of poison ivy on his right hipbone and a patch of black spiderweb on his left shoulder. He wanted to get another tattoo on his clavical but didn't get the chance.

-There are three long scars on his face next to his left eye, a long thin one down his lip on the left, and an old stab wound on his stomach. His wrists and thighs are both covered in SH scars that no one is allowed to see, hence the bandages on his hands/arms.

-He's not a smoker, but he is a drinker. Ah the joys of Canada's lower drinking age.

-Picks at his cuticles. Julie is trying and failing to break him of this habit.

-Chronic foster kid. His mom left when he was 2, he was put in the system after his dad was arrested when he was 6. He bounced around a few homes since then.

-Broke out of the system legally at 16 due to clever loopholes and pure unbridled rage against the machine.

-You will get stabbed for calling him Frankie.... unless you're Danny. Danny gets a pass, but only just.

BONUS FOR THOSE READING THIS FAR:

-Adores chin scratches.

-Rubbing his back makes him melt.

-Silent crier... all tears, no sobs, if he can help it.

-Likes PDA but would never admit it.

Uhhhhhhh I have way more but they're mostly pre and post Entity so if there's any interest hmu

#jason writes #headcanons #dead by daylight #dbd #the legion #the legion dbd #frank morrison dbd #frank morrison #dbd headcanons #tw self harm mention #self harm mention #I have a whole frank playlist... #I think about him so much #like so so much I have so many more #but this post is already too long

[ladyelissarose]

‘The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked’

Epilogue 

The events of the tragic night...

 Although Bruce had his son back, Y/b/n, he would only go by the name Jason Todd, that was the only thing he stayed with. But Batman was more than happy to work with that, than with anything else. For the night Batman had taken him home, before he even checked on himself, Bruce ran tests on Jason, to make sure that the antidote had actually ran through every nerve in Jason’s body, which came out to be successful. When he woke up, Jason didn’t even remember the events of the night, not from how he had been captured and drugged, not even to him being stabbed with an antidote, and Bruce promised himself that he or no one else should never tell him what had happened, never. Bruce had to get a couple of surgeries done that night on his body, for the broken ribs he got and terrible bruising. And with Y/n, after she had been cleared that night from work, she went straight to the hospital, to only be told, that Saunders didn’t make it. She walked into the room where his lifeless body laid, and saw how he looked so peaceful, though his death had been tragic. She said a few words of goodbye and appreciation, before kissing his head, and walking out. When she arrived home, Danny and Jason were laying on the couch, sleeping, and Bruce sat on the luff seat while Alfred patched his scarred knuckles. Alfred immediately left Bruce’s side and brought Y/n into a comforting hug, and let her sob on him as long as she needed. The sound of Y/n crying woke up Jason, and he quickly got up to assist his mother, but he practically limped towards her, his legs hurt so badly for a reason he couldn’t remember, but he forgot about all his troubles, when Y/n received him into her arms, and let him sink into her embrace and words that told him how she loved him. Bruce tried to get up as well, but he was in more bad shape, but that didn’t stop him from pulling Y/n into his lap, and holding her close to him. Jason went back to sleep with Danny, as Alfred retreated to his room, after making sure everyone had comfortable blankets, and that Y/n and Bruce had a warm tea. 

  

 3 weeks later..

 Y/n’s POV

 Y/n stood in a beautiful black dress, under an umbrella, as she watched Greg Saunders casket be put 6 feet underground. The soft Gotham rain fell around Y/n, crying with her once agin. Jason stood next to Y/n as he held her hand, not knowing that the man that had passed, had died because of him. But Y/n had promised to herself as well, that she’d never tell him, because at the end of the day, no matter how bad it was or how others saw it, it wasn’t Jason Todd’s fault. Jason Todd had been used to hurt people, he was controlled and drugged, all the damaged that had been caused wasn’t out of his free will. Next to Y/n stood Bruce, as he carried Danny in his arms, while Alfred stood next to him holding a larger umbrella over them three. Gordon gave the service for Saunders funeral, as a couple of Officers joined them too, to help carry the casket to its designated place. The service was short few to the rainy weather that began to pick up, but it was still respectfully beautiful. Y/n knew she’d miss Saunders dearly, he had saved her life and done so much for her, he was a big factor in her life, an anchor and boost of confidence. Saunders gave Y/n the courage to go undercover, and he always watched her back, no matter what. He showed up, for her. He stood up, for her. It felt good in that short while, to have a man in her life, that reminded her of her father, someone who had a resemblance to him. When the service was over, they all left, after saying goodbye one last time, without noticing the stranger that stood a few feet away, watching and crying with them too. 

 2 months later...

 Bruce didn’t even last in bed a few more weeks after the incident, when he was already out on patrol again, doing what he did best, keeping the City of Gotham safe. Jason Todd went by the name The RedHood still, but that was only because he loved wearing his red mask, and it took him a longer time to convince Bruce and Y/n that he’d be able to help out with patrol too, but he soon proved himself, and was Batman’s Robin, his new partner. Danny continued to grow rapidly, and had gotten interested in hand-to-hand fighting, as well as marshal arts. Bruce taught him when he had time, which was almost everyday after Danny came home from school. Bruce made a mental note that as soon as he was old enough and Y/n said yes, Danny would probably be added to their little BatTeam. Y/n, continued to work for the GCPD, but was now an FBI Agent, after taking the test and passing it. And with the help of Mayor Reál, Y/n was able to get the FBI on her side, to let her stay in Gotham, and never be transferred. Gordon also succeeded well, when Mayor Reál had him positioned as Chief of Police, he and Y/n worked together still, but more affectively with their new positions. Life looked a lot better, as Y/n and Bruce finally got married as well, it was a small, but elegant and expensive wedding. It was actually the night of their wedding, when Y/n and Bruce were already going home, when she requested if they could take one more stop, 

  “Um.. Bruce, could we stop by at Uncle Saunders?”

 Bruce knew what she meant when she asked like that, Y/n wanted to see Saunders tombstone. So he right away complied with an understanding smile,

  “Of course.. Mrs. Wayne.”

Y/n blushed softly as his words, she felt so honored to be called his wife, after all this time, and the struggles they had gone through to get to that point. Soon Bruce parked in place, and gave his wife the space she needed, as Y/n climbed out of the car in her wedding dress still, and began to walk towards the tombstone with fresh flowers in her hand, her wedding bouquet. Y/n finally arrived, and gently placed the flowers in front, to only realize that another set of flowers had been already set there, they were daisies. Y/n clearly remembered that daisies were Saunders’ favorite flowers, but only his closest friends knew, making her think,

  ‘I wonder what friend or friends he had stop by earlier?-‘

  “You look beautiful, Y/n.”

 Y/n lowly gasped at the sudden voice, but she turned her head to see the stranger that stood a few feet away from her, in a jacket she recognized. Her heart just about exploded with confusion and happiness at the same time,

  ‘Uncle Saunders? You’re alive!’

Y/n let out a light scoff before questioning,

  “Uncle Saunders... is that you?”

 The stranger lifted his face from the ground slowly as he shook it, telling her,

  “No.. it’s not Saunders.”

 Y/n held a hand over her hear heart and mouth, as she let out what almost sounded like a whimper that was coming from a heart that found the last piece to itself. Y/n’s eyes found the ones that she had missed so much, found the one she had given her entire life to, to make things right, to fill the gap she held empty for so long. Y/n fell to the ground in her white dress, and she let out a small sob, before whispering,

 “Daddy?”

 Y/f/n took off his hood and revealed his face completely as he began to walk towards Y/n, his face was mostly burned, as well had his hands, that cradled Y/n’s face, now that he had crouched down to hold her, saying lovingly,

  “Just as much as you thought I was gone.. so did I.. about you.”

 Y/n threw her arms around her fathers neck as she sobbed,

  “I can’t believe it’s you! I did all this for you!”

 “I know.. I realized that... I thought I had lost you forever... they told me your mom never made it out of the fire, as she was pregnant... with little Jr. We never got to tell you guys, we were going to surprise you both, but then, it all happened. And they told me that someone had kidnapped you and your brother.. so I lost hope.. and never looked. I’m so sorry, for never looking for you and Y/b/n.”

 Y/n pulled away as she touched her fathers face, and held his hand with the other, she knew it wasn’t his fault, Mackenzie had ruined their lives in many ways, he separated all of them. It hurt her deeply to know that her father had suffered just as much as her, but now, she was more than grateful that they were united. Y/n felt his scarred skin under her fingers as she replied,

  “None of this is to your fault, we all thought the same thing.. we all lost and believed the same man. But, let’s not think about that.. let’s go home.”

  “I can go home with you?”

 Y/n reassured him,

  “Of course you can, the only thing is.. that Y/b/n calls me mom now-“

  “Oh that’s ok dear, you raised him, I’ll be his grandfather.. it’s all not a problem, as long as I get to be with my family.. I’m happy.”

  Y/n felt relieved, and grateful to have her father again, after all this time. Y/f/n looked down at Y/n’s dress and held a proud smile, he let a few tears slip his eyes before he said,

  “You look so beautiful dear.”

 Y/n hugged her father once again as she thanked him,

 “Thank you Daddy... I got married.”

 Y/f/n stifled a small gasp,

 “Today?”

 “yeah..-“

 “Y/n? Is everything ok?”

 Y/n pulled away from her father to see Bruce standing by with a look of utter confusion on his face, to which she answered him by helping her father up and saying happily,

  “Bruce, this is my father... Y/f/n Y/l/n.. Dad, this is my husband, Bruce Wayne.”

 Bruce’s faces dropped in shock as he asked,

  “Wait a minute.. Y/n’s father? ...Y-You’re alive?”

Y/f/n nodded his head once again as he approached Bruce with his hand stuck out,

  “It’s a long story, but thank you for saving my daughter’s and son’s life.”

 Bruce shook it firmly as he replied,

  “You’re welcome.. thank you for raising such a wonderful daughter.. what you’ve done for her, made me fall in love with her.”

  Y/f/n looked at Bruce then at his daughter and smiled,

  “Our of all the wrong things done in my life, at least one thing came out right...”

 Y/n received her father into her arms again, and Y/f/n grabbed Bruce’s arm and pulled him into the hug as well, Bruce was a little stiff at first, but soon relaxed, as he saw the love his life, hold the biggest smile of completion and satisfaction, while being in the arms of her father. When they all got home at the Manor, Y/f/n was welcomed warmly and more excited when he learned he had another grandson, Danny. Alfred was glad he had somewhere new to be there with him, someone around his age that wasn’t a coffeeholic Agent, a stubborn Vigilante, a younger but more active vigilante, and lastly, little Danny that was beginning to pick up and learn everything he saw. Y/n was now complete, and had all that she wanted, her wonderful husband, two adorable sons, her mentor and best friend Alfred, her partner in crime Gordon, and lastly, her one and only father, Y/f/n. All together, they lived and grew, fighting crime in one way or another, in all the different ways they could. Gotham City, all though it continued to have its rainy days at times, it didn’t feel so bad anymore, instead it felt more relaxed, and healing. Lives were lost.. secrets were masked, but through it all, the lost were found, and the masked... was unmasked.

#battinson x reader #battinson x you #battinson fanfiction #battinson x y/n #battinson #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne fluff #bruce wayne icons #bruce wayne angst

[krikeymate]

when I first watched scream 6, I was convinced that Danny was the third killer when I saw that he had a random, completely pulled out ladder directly next to his window because who tf does that

I get now that a few minutes passed where he could think about what to do and probably got the ladder but I still thought it was interesting that he has such a tall ladder in his relatively tiny apartment, especially since he is pretty tall

anyway- what do you think would have happened if Sam had been too distrustful of him to climb over, thoughts of how Richie had stabbed her as soon as she had given him the knife and how easy Danny could flip the ladder while she’s trying to climb over it, so she refuses and closes the window and ignores him, let’s assume everyone survives because ghostface can’t get through the door and anika barely makes it to the hospital in time (i am still in denial about her death) and focus on how Danny would handle this

he knows why she is so distrustful and he understands, do you think he would just stay away to not agitate her further or would he stand up for himself and try to convince her that he would have helped her

realistically it’s probably the first option but for the sake of seeing malewife Danny, who is always automatically on Sams side and thinks she can do no wrong, finally openly disagree and even go against Sam, getting frustrated with her for not giving him a chance, for letting him fuck her (or more like she fucks him lol) but not having the slightest trust , I will just assume that he confronts her

Oof.

I'm sorry, Anika still has to die. (Don't hate me, I do love Anika so so so much, but her death is also so important). Hear me out.

Danny pulls out the ladder and Sam just shakes her head. Death is banging at the door, but the ladder screams certain death too. It's not strong enough, it won't hold... and how well does she really know Danny? Isn't this all a bit... convenient? He just happens to know what's going on, that they need an escape right this moment, that he has a ladder waiting and ready to go? She questions him, about the ladder, about how he knew she needed help, but his answers are vague, he keeps trying to get her to take the ladder. She shuts the window.

Ghostface manages to get through the door while they're escaping the other side. Anika is lagging behind because of, ya know, despite being pulled along by Mindy, who is being pulled along by Sam. They're almost at the front door when Ghostface gets Anika from behind, stabbing her again. She falls, pulling out of Mindy's hand, and Ghostface stabs again, and again, and again. Sam has to drag Mindy out of the apartment like she'll do in Act 3 with Tara.

It's morning. Sam waits with a cigarette for Bailey to come back out. Danny approaches her. "What was all that about Sam?" he asks. There's an edge to his voice she hasn't heard before. For the first time, he sounds frustrated with her.

"What do you think," she replies. "You think I'm going to put my life and the life of my friends in the hands of someone I don't know?"

"You know me Sam, you know me."

"Do I?"

He steps back, rubbing at his face and shaking his head. "You're happy to fuck me but you won't trust me? Haven't I been patient, haven't I been understanding? All I've ever done is try to help you, Sam."

"I didn't ask for your help, Danny, and I don't want it."

"Yeah, that's very clear." He nods his head to the body bag being carried out of the apartment doors. "That's working well for you so far huh."

The police officer interrupts their conversation, he has more questions for Danny.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Danny Brackett #scream canon divergence #my writing tag #-apartment attack #-sam/danny

[michael-yagoobian]

Illogical Reasoning Chapter 1: Migraines

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Summary: Nina and Will Holmes have lived in Beacon Hills, California, for a little over a year by the start of their sophomore year of high school. In their time in the small town, Beacon Hills has always been quiet and boring. On the first day of school, the lower half of a Jane Doe is found in the woods; a Jane Doe that only Nina and Will seem to believe was murdered. Per their mother Imogen’s pleas, the twins agree to stick to the sidelines and let the police do their job, but it’s hard to do when every new development drags them closer and closer to the center of this case.

Hospital walls were something that Nina was familiar with by now, no matter which country she was in. To the detriment of her mother’s wallet, that meant the Beacon Hills Hospital was a second home to the teenager when her migraines became too much to handle. That morning, Nina and her mother were visiting that second home for the third time in one month after she had fainted in the kitchen and hit her forehead on the counter.

 Melissa McCall flipped through notes on a clipboard. “Has your period been regular since we put you on birth control?” At the end of her first year of high school, Nina’s doctors wanted to test the theory that her migraines were hormonal, and she was given the pill. At Melissa’s question, Nina pursed her lips and remained silent. The older woman stared at her, unimpressed. “How many have you missed?”

 “They’re tedious,” Nina replied. 

 With a light chuckle, Melissa shook her head. “I hear ya, sister. I know there haven’t been any documented health issues around skipping your period too much, but there haven’t been many long-term studies, either. It could be why you’ve been having more migraines this month. No more skipping. Got it?”

 “Got it.” Nina sighed and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the familiar stab behind her brow. “Are you sure I can’t go to school today?” It was the first day of her second year at Beacon Hills High School, and she only had three afternoon classes after she commuted to Berkeley for the morning. 

 Melissa bit the side of her cheek and checked the clipboard again. “You don’t have a concussion, but I really think you should get some rest now, when your high school classes are starting easy. Berkeley started two weeks ago, right? How’s that going?”

 She enjoyed her classes so far. Animal physiology was going to be easy considering she worked at the vet clinic, game theory was sure to be simple, and psychology of myth was her for-fun choice. The concept of the supernatural had always seemed far-fetched to her, and learning about how people created mythical creatures and stories would be interesting.

 Nina’s mother was sitting in the hospital waiting area when Melissa and Nina walked out. Imogen Holmes immediately stood, rushing over to Nina. “How are you feeling, Darling?” Imogen asked, brushing the hair around her stitches back. 

 “They gave me pain meds, so fine.”

 “I filed a prescription for the pharmacy down the road, so that should be ready in about ten minutes,” Melissa explained. “No concussion, but just to be safe I don’t want her driving this week, and you should come back next Monday so we can check up on you. Does that work?”

 Imogen nodded. “Yes, thank you so much, Mel. Does Nina need to take today off of school?”

 The nurse gave Nina a pointed look. “I think it would be best, but it’s ultimately Nina’s choice. If you do go to school today, say hi to Scott for me.”

 ~~~

 “You fainted? Why the hell are you here?” Once Nina arrived at the school after missing her college classes, Danny had immediately joined her side, walking her down to her locker as the other students stared at the line of stitches on her temple.

 “I didn’t get hurt, it looks worse than it actually is. Besides, if the birth control doesn’t work, I’m going to keep missing classes anyways. I don’t want to have to play catch-up for the first day.”

 Danny shrugged, remembering her attendance record during their freshman year. “I heard Will almost hit someone in the parking lot this morning.”

 She groaned, rolling her eyes. “I swear, he drives horribly just to make a point.” Her twin notoriously hated driving. Not just in America, either. He’d been awful at it back in England as well. That morning, Nina almost thought that he was going to faint when their mother handed him the car keys. If Will ended up making so much as a dent in the car, she would kill him. 

 At Nina’s locker, Lydia and Jackson were so kind to detach their mouths from one another to notice Nina and Danny approaching. A brunette that Nina didn’t recognize stood awkwardly to the side, doing her best to look anywhere but at the couple. 

 “What’s with the head wound?” Jackson asked, sneering at the stitches as soon as he saw her.

 “It’s the new trend, would you like one to match?” Nina opened her locker door, conveniently hitting Jackson’s shoulder with it and forcing him out of the way. He responded with a lackluster ‘hah’ as she put her things away and got what she needed. 

 Lydia hummed, reaching up and brushing the hair around her stitches. “Come on, I’ll fix your hair so you can hide it. Allison?” Lydia turned to the brunette, who had been gawking at Nina’s injury while clutching the handle of her bag. Lydia grabbed both girls’ hands and dragged them to the restroom, leaving Jackson and Danny to talk about lacrosse tryouts. As soon as they were inside the empty restroom, Lydia spun on Nina, hands flying to her hair. “Are you alright? Did you faint again?”

 “This morning. At least I don’t have a concussion,” Nina huffed. While she couldn’t turn her head, she panned her eyes over to look at Allison. “I’m Nina, by the way.”

 She gave her a hesitant smile. “Allison. Do you, uh… faint a lot?”

 Lydia turned Nina’s head, forcing her to look at the wall instead of Allison. “Not really. I have chronic migraines, it’s very rare for them to make me faint. What’s Washington like? I’ve never been.”

 “How’d you know that?” Allison asked, her eyes wide as Lydia merely rolled hers. 

 “You have three different pins from the area. I’m assuming you lived there, or were you just travelling? Ow!” She hissed in pain and glared at Lydia, who muttered an unsympathetic ‘oops’ as she tugged at her hair.

 “Both. My family moves around a lot. I liked Washington. That’s also really cool, that you noticed.” She was still awkward, but getting slightly more comfortable as the conversation progressed.

 “See? She appreciates it,” Nina grumbled, her head moving as Lydia turned it once more.

 Lydia only snorted. “Statistically, someone has to.” She finished her work and patted Nina’s head, turning to Allison. “Don’t mind her, she’s a know-it-all.”

 “I still don’t understand how that’s an insult.” Nina assessed her new hairstyle in the mirror. It wasn’t horrible. “Thanks. Could I have a ride home after school? I’m not allowed to drive for the rest of the week.”

 “Fine. If you don’t have a concussion now, being in the same car as Will when he's driving will definitely give you one.”

 “Who’s Will?” 

 “Nina’s hot and annoying twin brother.”

 Nina gagged. “He is not hot. He is annoying, though.”

 “Whatever you say, Darling.” The three left the bathroom as it got closer to the starting time for class. “Are you coming to the party on Friday?”

 “I would rather give myself a concussion.”

 ~~~

 At the end of the school day, Nina and Will were both on their way to the lacrosse scrimmage. Her brother was being especially difficult ever since she’d told him he would have to find a ride or drive himself for the rest of the week. “Nurse McCall only suggested you don’t drive, she didn’t say you couldn’t. The last time I had to drive us home from school, the sheriff thought I was drunk.”

 “And he let you off with a warning when he realized you’re just stupid,” Nina countered, opening the last door that led to the field. Early fall had her dressed in a light sweater, while the native Californians all sported hats and gloves to battle the cold. Will wore a denim jacket, one that Lydia would inevitably ask to borrow in an attempt to make Jackson jealous. 

 Will scoffed beside her as they walked across the field to the bleachers. “It’s hardly my fault. It’s not like we ever needed to drive in London.”

 “And yet, I manage just fine.” She climbed up the seats and sat next to Lydia, Will sitting one seat below. “Any new people?”

 Lydia, who was too preoccupied with the asses of the players to see any new faces or even register Nina’s question, only hummed in response. “I think they’re about to start,” Allison said to her with a smile. Her eyes flicked down to Will, who was pulling out a blue folder. “Hi, are you—”

 “Yes.” Will looked up at Nina and opened the folder. “Who are your bets this year?” Last year, the twins made a rather lucrative business in betting on the players and games. They’d even gotten Coach Finstock in on it, not that the school board needed to be aware of that.

 Nina glared at him. “Will, this is Allison. Allison, Will. She’s new.”

 “Lovely. Bets?”

 Allison laughed in disbelief. “Wow, Nina and Lydia were right. You are annoying.” Will only scoffed as Nina and Lydia laughed, handing Nina the spreadsheet as she quickly filled in her top players. Danny, Jackson, and Sanders. As she handed it back over to Will, Allison spoke again and pointed out into the field. “Who is that?”

 “Number?” Will asked, quickly making a list of jersey numbers and the players.

 “Eleven.”

 Will snorted. “Bad choice. McCall was on the bench all last year.” The player in question was heading to the goal. Nina assumed Finstock put him there instead of Danny to possibly boost morale.

 Rolling her eyes, Nina slapped Will on the back of the head. “That isn’t what she meant, idiot.” He turned and glared at her but Nina ignored him, looking at Allison instead. “His name is Scott McCall. I work with him. He’s nice, but Will’s right. Rubbish at lacrosse.”

 As if on cue, Finstock blew his whistle, and Scott covered the sides of his helmet. Sanders, the first in line, took a shot at the goal. Just because Scott was on goal didn’t mean Sanders was going to go easy on him. The ball sailed through the air, unceremoniously nailing Scott right in the face. “See?” Will nodded to Scott, who was getting up from the ground. The next person in line didn’t wait for Scott to get ready as he threw the next ball, but just as it was about to fly past him and into the goal, Scott adjusted the goalie stick and caught the ball. He also caught the next three, with as much precision as Danny. “Huh. Never mind.”

 Nina’s brow furrowed. Scott, the same guy that caused Nina and Deaton to put up a sign that said “___ days since last accident” due to him knocking things over, was playing like a pro. After that initial fumble with the whistle. Nina was more sensitive to sounds when her migraines got bad, but not to that extent.

 There was a pause as Jackson cut to the front of the line. “Twenty says Jackson doesn’t make it,” Nina said, nudging Will’s shoulder with her knee. Lydia spun around to glare at her, to which Nina only shrugged. “If you’d like to take the bet to support him, by all means.”

 “Yeah, Martin. Be a good girlfriend. We all know the money will be coming out of Jackson’s wallet, anyway.” Will sent Lydia an innocent smile as her glare focused on him.

 Lydia pursed her lips, looking out onto the field as Jackson got ready. “Fine,” She huffed. “Put me down on your stupid spreadsheet.”

 Will laughed, making a point of lifting his pen high in the air before scribbling out Lydia and Nina’s bet. “Yes, Ma’am.”

 On the field, Jackson began running at the goal. Bobbing and weaving as though there were other players against him — Nina was tempted to roll her eyes at the dramatics — until he sprung up and swung the stick, sending the ball on path to the goal. It would have made it if anyone else had been goalie. Scott spun his net to the opposite side of where it had been, and the ball landed perfectly.

 Everyone cheered, Lydia included, who actually stood to scream in support for the guy that beat her boyfriend and ousted twenty bucks. It was just to get back at Jackson, naturally, as she shoved the money in Nina’s hand as soon as she sat back down. “Not a word from either of you,” She ordered, staring out into the field.

 ~~~

 At the tail end of her shift, Nina was in the process of sanitizing the examination table by the time Scott bothered to show up. “Don’t tell me being the new star of the lacross team means you’re going to start showing up late,” She mused, leaving the room and peeling her gloves off. Scott was cutting it close, but it wouldn’t have mattered even if he did get there late, as Will wasn’t there to pick Nina up yet.

 Scott smiled at her apologetically. “Sorry, Nina. I lost my inhaler in the woods last night, I was busy looking for it.”

 She paused from logging out of the computer to stare up at Scott. “Did you intend to tell me that you were in the woods around the same time the police found half of a body?”

 His eyes widened, jaw dropping slightly. “I— I lost it before. I wasn’t looking for the body, or anything! I was just… in the woods. At night.”

 “Isn’t that reassuring.” Nina stared at him for a beat, then rolled her eyes and stepped back once she was done with the computer, allowing Scott to log on. “Well, congratulations on finding her. I suggest investing the reward money in therapy.”

 Tossing her backpack over her shoulder, Nina took her phone out and sent a quick text to Will, asking where the hell he was. “How did you know I found it— her?”

 “Mud and blood on the shoes.” He looked down at his shoes, his eyes widening in realization. “I’m choosing to be optimistic and assume you only found her instead of being the one who murdered her.”

 Scott’s head shot up from the computer screen to stare at her. “What? I just— what do you mean, murdered? She wasn’t murdered, I was att— I think she was just attacked, I heard a wolf when I was out there.”

 Nina only snorted. “No, you didn’t.” Finally, Will pulled up to the clinic, parking over a line instead of in between them.

 “I know what I heard—”

 “The only wolves in this part of California are at the zoo, Scott. And none of them have somehow escaped in the past twenty-four hours.” She went to the door, pausing as she remembered the other thing on her mind. “Are you on drugs?” Nina asked, watching Scott’s reaction.

 Scott only stared at her in confusion, his brow furrowed. “No. What do you mean?”

 He didn’t appear to be lying. Scott had always been a bad liar anyway, not that he tried to very often. “Just checking. Try your best not to make a habit of traipsing the woods at night.”

 Shaking his head, Scott huffed out a laugh and wished Nina a good night as she left the clinic. 

 ~~~

 For Nina’s “for-fun” pick of her college courses, Psychology of Myth was taking up a lot more of her time than she thought. They’d been in class for two weeks, one week longer than her high school, and she had a five page paper due on Sunday night. In honor of it being a full moon Friday, her professor decided to have the students write about werewolves. Nina’s thesis was on clinical lycanthropy and if it came from the myth, or vice versa. It was an opinion piece, but it still required academic sources and full citations. During the two hours she’d been at the public library, Nina had successfully written an outline and gathered enough sources, requiring every book in the mythology and folklore section related to werewolves. It was a larger section than she imagined the Beacon Hills Public Library would have, but at least it saved her the trouble of making Will drive all the way back to Berkeley.

 While she was writing, Stiles Stilinski had entered the library and was staring at an empty shelf when Nina noticed and called him over. He sat across from her at the same table, taking the first book that was closest to him, and started flipping through.

 It took about ten seconds before he finally got bored and looked up at her. “So, uh… Did you hear about the body?”

 Nina spared him a glance, her eyebrow raised as she halted her typing. Who hadn’t? “The same body that Scott accidentally revealed you two had found?” She continued typing as he froze in the corner of her eye.

 “He told you that?”

 “No,” Nina answered, unable to help the small smile that crept up on her lips as she continued with her paper. “He told me that he found it, after he had accidentally revealed he was in the Preserve at the time.”

 “So how’d you know I was there?”

 This was too easy. Nina leveled him with an unimpressed look. “You just confirmed it.” He visibly deflated, guilty. “Why are you asking me about the body?”

 Stiles looked around before leaning forward, forgetting that he had just confessed to searching for half of a dead woman. “Scott told me that you had said something about her being murdered. My dad said the medical examiner is leaning towards animal attack, since they found wolf fibers on the body. I wanted to know why you thought it was a murder.”

 It was comforting to know the medical examiner was an idiot. Nina rolled her eyes. “What animal has the ability to slice someone in half? And wolf fibers? I just told Scott the other day that there are no wolves in this part of California. Furthermore, even if there were, wolves don’t hunt for sport. Why wouldn’t it have eaten at least part of her? Who the hell is the medical examiner?”

 “Uh, I don’t know. Someone in San Francisco. Where did you get that information? It’s all classified.”

 “Why would I tell the son of the sheriff? No offense.”

 Stiles sighed, shrugging. “None taken. So, it was definitely murder?”

 “Unless your father has extra classified information to prove otherwise,” She paused from typing to look back at Stiles with a smirk. “Or, It was a werewolf.” That one word seemed to set Stiles off, as he jumped in his seat and nearly fell to the ground, knocking a few books off of their shared table. The people surrounding the area turned to look. “Jesus, I was kidding! You don’t actually believe in werewolves, do you?”

 “No!” The library patrons continued glaring at his outburst. “Uh, I mean, no,” He repeated. Gathering the books that had fallen to the floor and clutching them to his chest. “Is it alright if I take these? I have to go right now.”

 What the hell was wrong with him? Nina watched him and nodded. “Yeah, I’m done with them.” Thinking that was the end of the conversation, she put her entire focus on her paper.

 However, Stiles still stood at the table. “Hey, uh… I’ve been meaning to ask… does Lydia ever talk about me?”

 There it was. The inevitable segue in conversation that came every time a boy talked to her. Nina rolled her eyes and refused to look at him. “Walk away, Stilinski.”

 “Yep, absolutely.” To his credit, Stiles didn’t persist, immediately leaving her alone. 

 ~~~

 The following Monday, Nina found Scott and Stiles whispering quietly at the former’s locker. “Hey, Scott—”

 “If you’re going to try and convince me to play the game for your and Will’s stupid betting pool, I don’t want to hear it,” Scott cut her off, already looking at her like she was an annoyance.

 She did not have the time or energy for that. Sneering, Nina rested her hand on her hip. “I was going to ask you if you could cover my shift next Thursday. I have a group project and that’s the only time everyone else is available to meet.”

 Scott let out a guilty sigh. “Right. Yeah, Nina, I can do that. Sorry.”

 “Whatever.” Nina pulled her phone out and sent a quick text to Deaton, confirming the scheduling change. “Lydia did try to enlist me to convince you to play, but I told her if she didn’t shut up about it I’d dislocate your shoulder. Then both star players would be out of commission.”

 Stiles’s brow furrowed. “You can dislocate a shoulder?”

 “Would you like a demonstration?”

 “I’m good, but that’s really thoughtful of you to offer.”

 Nina sent Stiles a mock-innocent smile. “I’m nothing if not charitable. See you later, Scott.”

 About to walk away, Scott reached out and grabbed her arm. “Wait! You, uh… you were right. About it being a murder. Be careful, okay?”

 While Nina never usually cared about the context when people told her she was right, this case made her suspicious. “How do you know it’s a murder? What happened?”

 Scott looked over at Stiles, who was shaking his head furiously. “It’s Derek Hale. We don’t have proof yet, but—”

 “Derek Hale? He gave Allison a ride home from Lydia’s party. She said he was nice, just quiet.” She decided not to divulge that Allison was currently mad at her because Nina had said it was stupid for her to get in the car with an adult male stranger. She stood by it, but she wasn’t going to get into it with her coworker and his friend. “If he killed that woman, why would he scope out a high school party if he didn’t intend to hurt Allison?” Nina folded her arms over her chest, lifting her hand to bite down on her thumb nail. There could be countless reasons, given that nothing was known about the surviving Hales after the fire, save for the one that was still in a coma.

 Scott merely shrugged. “I don’t know, just be careful.”

 It was believable, as Scott didn’t know a lot. “Why do you think it’s him?”

 “We can’t tell you,” Stiles cut in. “If Derek Hale offers you a ride home, just say no.”

 Nina tilted her head to the side. “Really? After Allison’s review, I was thinking of hiring him as my personal chauffeur.”

 Stiles mirrored her expression, also tilting his head. “Well, don’t do that.”

 “Nina, seriously, just be careful,” Scott sighed, repeating the sentiment for the third time in their interaction. 

 “I’ll try my best,” She drawled, turning and walking away. 

 ~~~

 The first game of the season always had the highest turnout. It was one of Nina’s least favorite things about attending the games, but it also meant the highest cash turnout. “Jackson cornered me earlier today,” Will muttered to Nina as she sat down next to him on the bleachers. “He said that he’s telling all of the other players not to pass to McCall, so everyone that’s bet on him is about to lose out. I’m changing my bets before the game, do you want me to change yours as well?”

 After Jackson’s injury, Nina and Will had both replaced him with Scott as their top three. It looked like Jackson was now retaliating against the threat to his status. Nina huffed in distaste. “No, if the both of us win big, people will throw a fit about us cheating. I’ll keep Danny, Scott, and Sanders.”

 “If you insist.” 

 Eventually, Allison joined the twins with her father, and then Lydia sat down with them as well after threatening Scott. Not long after that, the ref blew the whistle, starting the game. Nina closed her eyes as the sharp noise reminded her of the headache she’d had all day, and put in her earplugs along with quickly swallowing some pain medication. The ear plugs only muffled the noise, so she could still hear everything around her. That included the shocked sounds when Jackson checked Scott, sending him to the ground as Jackson scooped up the ball and made the first goal of the game.

 “Oh, that piece of shit!” Nina cursed, ignoring the mother that turned to glare at her as she covered her small child’s ears. Everyone else in the stands was cheering at the win, save for Nina and Will, the latter scribbling down the details of the goal. 

 The game continued, and at the start of the final quarter, they were down two points. The players gathered in their assigned spots, and Scott was hunched over when the ref went to check on him.

 “Which one is Scott again?” Chris Argent asked.

 “Eleven,” Will answered.

 “Otherwise known as the only one who hasn’t caught a single ball this entire game,” Lydia continued.

 Nina rolled her eyes. “It’s hardly his fault no one’s been passing to him. Plus, he’s also been the only victim of in-team violence.” Lydia hummed nonchalantly, and Nina turned around to glare at her friend. “If we lose this game because of your boyfriend’s one-sided dick measuring contest, I will kill him painfully and slowly.”

 “If we lose this game because of my boyfriend’s one-sided dick measuring contest, I will kill him,” Lydia agreed with a smile. “But for now, Scott’s the only player hunched over on the field.”

 “I hope he’s okay,” Allison muttered, her eyes trained on Scott.

 “I hope we’re okay,” Lydia replied. “We need to win this.” With that, she stood, lifting another sign and forcing Allison to hold it with her. 

 The referee signaled the start of the final quarter, and the force of the two players starting with the ball sent it straight up in the air. Scott, no longer hunched over, used the shoulder of an opposing team member to launch himself in the air and catch the ball. Everyone yelled, including Nina, whose headache only worsened because of it. She found it to be worth it as Scott weaved between everyone on the other team, scoring a goal and only putting them one away from tying. 

 Another miracle occurred as the opposing team passed Scott the ball, and he scored once again. It was hard to tell from the distance, but it looked like he had ripped through the goalie’s net. Once he got the final and winning goal, the initial joy Nina had felt was now shifting to confusion. How did Scott do all of those gymnastics with asthma?

#stiles stilinski x oc #stiles stilinski x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf oc #teen wolf reader insert #Stiles Stilinski #scott mccall #lydia martin #allison argent #jackson whittemore

[green-fifteen]

Perennial (hardy to zones 5 and 6)

Prompt: New Beginnings

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles & Danny

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 1.324

Summary: Stiles is a California transplant in New York who needs a friend. Danny gives him coffee.

Stiles moved out of California for college. He'd thought about it for a long time, but his mind was made up when things ended badly with Derek. Actually, maybe that's an understatement. Things with Derek ended really badly. As in, I don't want to even look at the stuff you left in my bedroom badly. So, east coast it was.

Getting into the school of his choice wasn't a great trial. He'd already been getting mail from some of the biggest names in that part of the country, he just chose the best-sounding one, paid the application fee, and wrote a trite little essay. It was easy for him. The hard part was what came after.

Because after applying, after being accepted, and after flying clear across the country, for the first time in his life Stiles found himself truly alone. The only person he knew in the whole state of New York was his roommate, who he almost never saw. Kevin had a girlfriend nearby who he stayed with most of the time.

It was hard. He went to every orientation event that first week of the semester, but even though he could be friendly and act interested and chat the ears off a crowd of people, something made him feel... different. Separate from his peers, somehow. He thought it probably had a lot to do with fighting for his life in graveyards and defeating nightmare monsters most people only see in storybooks. It was like, because he couldn't talk about the stuff that actually went on in his life, he had almost nothing to say about himself. And he certainly couldn't relate to his year group in most regards. Oh, the highlight of Jason's senior year was coming in first place in the school triathlon? That's cool, Jason. The best part of my year was when I got stabbed by a witch but didn't die. Do you want to see my scar? or What's that, Bethany? Your high school boyfriend got arrested for shoplifting? You won't believe what my ex-boyfriend has been arrested for! Not exactly the kind of thing that makes a good first impression.

So for about two weeks, Stiles went to class, then back to his dorm. He stopped by the food hall for lunch and dinner. He tried hanging out one time with another boy on his floor, but it hadn't worked out. Stiles was trying not to take it personally, but being ghosted after one gaming session was a hard hint to miss. He was beginning to consider the possibility that he might not be meant for normal people. He wasn't even meant for werewolf people, if Derek was any indication. Maybe Beacon Hills broke him, somehow.

But then, after a boring and idiotic Intro Compsci class one day, he went to a cafe.

It was called Nitro Java, but Stiles didn't know that at the time. All he knew was that he could smell coffee wafting out from the door and he still had two more classes that day. He needed a cup of coffee to hold himself together, like he was an old shoe and coffee was a shoelace. Or something. He really needed caffeine, so he followed his nose in and to the counter.

When he managed to tear his eyes away from the menu, he looked down into a very familiar pair of brown eyes.

"Danny?" he said, voice a little quiet with surprise.

Danny looked back at him like it was typical. Typical Stiles, moving to the same city as him at the same time and walking into the cafe while he was on register. He sighed and his eyes crinkled a little like he might want to smile but he didn't.

"I feel like I should be more surprised," he said. Then, "Do you know what you want to order?"

And that was that for a while. They hadn't ever been friends before, back at home. And it wasn't like Jackson had ever talked to any of them long enough for Danny to even be a possible topic of conversation. It made sense that Stiles had no idea he would be there. And it made sense why Danny had no special interest in befriending him now, either. Even their unwilling extracurricular activities (People In The Know About Weird Shit In Beacon Hills Club, Alive Chapter) hadn't made them grow any closer. They were just two guys who knew each other. Why should that change now that they were two guys who knew each other 2,000 miles from home?

But it seemed to, for Stiles. He scrolled through his contacts to see if he still had Danny's number, just to check. He was surprised at his own relief when he found it. He didn't send anything. It was just nice to know there was someone walking around campus who knew his name and had met his dad. Something about that made it easier to be lonely.

When the weather started to turn and Stiles had to buy a coat (the part of him that would always be a California Boy was appalled and dismayed), he went into Nitro Java again. The shortening days and the piling assignments made him cranky and when he was cranky, he craved caffeine. As he approached the counter, he saw Danny again, standing there behind the counter wearing a purple apron with a name tag on it.

Stiles smiled at it, hitching his backpack higher onto his shoulder to free one hand. "Daniel, huh?" He reached into his pocket to grab his wallet.

"Yes," he replied. "The manager made the name tag when I got hired. Another americano?"

"Please."

After he paid and Danny turned around to make the espresso, Stiles piped up, "So, what are you studying?"

"Computer Engineering." He didn't turn around.

"Dude! That's so cool. You could be like the next Tony Stark! You probably won't have enemies from outer space, though." He stopped talking, awkwardly pausing even though he didn't know why.

Danny snorted and poured the shot into a cup of hot water, then slid it across the counter to him. "The stuff we've seen? I'm not so sure."

Stiles grinned and wrapped both hands around the cup to warm them, breathing in the smell and the steam. "Ugh, you're right. It would be just our luck to discover aliens are real, too. What do you wanna bet they're already here?"

"Nothing."

"Come on, nothing? You don't think there could be aliens here, among us? Mingling and assimilating?"

Danny crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back onto the counter toward Stiles. "Even if there are, I don't want to put money on it. I lose either way. If I'm right, that means we'll run into aliens. And knowing our history, they'll probably want to kill us. If I'm wrong, I have to give you my money."

"This is why you're going to be the next genius billionaire philanthropist," Stiles said, laughing. "That sharp business acumen."

They smiled at each other. Stiles felt warmth in the part of his brain where he usually felt cold and strange. They looked away at the same time and Stiles cleared his throat.

"So, hey. I'm taking a Compsci class and it's kicking my ass," he said, lying. "And I still have your number. Is it okay if I text you sometimes, if I need help? Since you're basically like the Computer Avenger."

Danny quirked his lips without turning his head. "Sure," he said easily. "Philanthropist, remember?"

Stiles smiled back. Even though the leaves were falling off the trees and the chill outside bit at his ears through his new winter cap, it felt like spring where he was standing. As he breathed in deep, he thought he could smell soil and rain and growing things. He took a sip of coffee and felt his mind open up around the possibility of a new beginning.

#flufftober spring #spring flufftober #spring #new beginnings #coffee shop #canon compliant #danny mahealani #stiles stilinski #danny & stiles #stiles & danny #word count: 1-2k #march 11

[silverjetsystm]

lotus : has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ? have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start , or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ? {Marc}

Botanical Headcanons | Accepting

In short - yes. Marc has died 3 (technically 4) times in canon and will die again (soon). Personally, my money is on the future death having a botched resurrection buuuuuut...I could be wrong. I don't want to be wrong.

Anyway. The Deaths of Marc Thus Far:

Death 1 - MK (1980) #1. Writer: Moench, Penciler and Inker: Sienkiewicz, Inker: Palmer, Colorist: Sharen, Letterer: Orzechowski

MK (2016) #14 shows it again but adds a Kh.onshu and the actual 'deal' him and Marc make before Marc dies in the tomb. Which I'm not including in this post because I hit image limit. This run leaves a lot up for interpretation. I interpret it mostly as "The System vs Marc's internalized ableism." A lot of the changes Lemire either are Hollywood version of mental health and remove that amoral aspect to mercenary Marc.

Death #1, flashback. MK (2016) #14 Writer: Lemire, Penciler/Inker: Smallwood, Colorist: Bellaire, Letterer: Petit

Without death, there is no rebirth. Marc couldn't have become MK without developing a brief conscience and dying for it. -shakes the show- Marc had to die okay okay.

Death #2 takes place years later. Stained Glass Scarlet stabs Marc and he falls into the river. It's the clearest one where there is catharsis (even for a little while) as Marc accepts he's not just a fist of vengeance, he is also hope. It's almost Too Clean with Rabbi Elias, Christ, and Kh.onshu all lined up. But, Christ is there because Stained Glass Scarlet was formerly a nun.

Death #2 - MS: MK (1989) #28. Writer: DeMatteis, Penciler: Garney, Inker: Palmer, Colorist: Scheele, Letterer: Lopez

While we acknowledge Death #3 happened at the end of MS:MK, we aren't going to show it nor discuss it. MS:MK becomes really lousy and they unceremoniously kill him off via explosion. Moench resurrects him in a mini-series a few years later.

I personally count Death #4 (??? While taking the sledgehammer to the statue) as one where Marc winds up embracing all the wrong lessons from introject!Kh.onshu but YMMV.

We are cropping so hard.

MK (2006) #6 Writer: Charlie Huston. Penciler: Danny Miki. Colorist: Frank D'Armata.

#headcanons #asked and answered #windy city | rabbi's son

[blazenka]

Professional Affairs

During s3, Sarah and Connor meet and begin to grow closer. Could they just stay co-workers or fall into something more? How will Abby react when and if she finds out?

Original source: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6139386/1/Professional-Affairs

Chapters: 10

Published: 2010-07-14 - 2011-01-01  

Words: 17268

Rated: Fiction T - Language: English - Genre: Romance/Friendship - Characters: Connor T., Sarah P. - Reviews: 32 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 4

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter Three:

Connor entered the flat in such a daze he did not initially notice Abby sitting on their couch glaring at him. While replaying the previous events of that night over and over again in his mind, Connor couldn't help but look a little smug when he thought about Sarah kissing him.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, Connor! Where have you been all night?" Abby asked as she jumped off the couch with accusation. "Uh… out," Connor answered her as he was brought out of his thoughts. "Out, just out? Really, Conn?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yes, I was out. I don't think I need to explain anything to you since you're not my mother," Connor stated as Abby looked at him in shock at his stern tone, "But I was at a pub with Dr. Page explaining the anomalies and the Arc, and of course, it took all night to do." Abby nodded with some understanding, "You could have called, Conn. I was kind of worried."

"Well, I'm home now and tired, so how about we both go to bed, ya?" he offered with a reassuring smile. Abby smiled back and nodded as they said their good nights and went to their respected bedrooms. She quickly stopped short before her door, "Connor, you know you can talk to me, right?" "Yes," he replied and quickly climbed the stairs.

After reaching his bedroom, Connor laid in his bed and stared at the rafters above. Sarah had kissed him; he was sure of the fact but not the motive. She could like him, which was a slight possibility. Of course, more likely possibility was she had been drunk and was lovey-dovey when so.

Ever since the whole ordeal with Caroline, any confidence Connor had as an attractive male had been shot, stabbed and then stomped to dust. 'And Abby was doing such a good job before then,' Connor thought lazily of his flat mate before forcing away the thoughts. Yet, Sarah could be a new possibility all together, and as Cutter was always saying, 'Time can always change'.

Monday morning came too quickly for Connor and Sarah as both had a ridiculous amount of questions racing around their heads. Connor decided to do what he always did best when he was having any type of problem; go to his work stations and throw himself completely into his work.

Well, that was the plan until Cutter came storming in that week and directed Abby, Jenny and Connor to go to a location where he believed another anomaly would appear.

Unfortunately, Sarah was directed by Cutter to stay and help with the matrix. "Help! I've been taken hostage by an obsessive scientist," she dramatized as she followed Cutter back to the lab. "Welcome to our world," Connor replied as he grabbed his coat to follow the rest of the team to the possible anomaly site. Sarah smiled in return before turning back towards the doors. Connor could get use to seeing that smile more.

As if the week hadn't been stressful enough, Connor had managed to - gotten himself thrown in jail for a whole night by a constable called Danny Quinn, whom he hoped never to see again; fight off weird gremlin creature that tried to kill Abby, Jenny and Ryan Mason; and to top it all off, inform Cutter that he was right about eh anomaly and the house, which Cutter replied, "Of course I was right." Now Connor just wanted to go home and possibly take a nice shower if Abby did not use all the hot water.

Sarah went through the long process of acquiring access badges and the right paper work, and then was sent around town gathering research for Cutter. She was just on her way back to the ARC when she ended up stumbling into a woman on the street. Sarah initially thought nothing of it until she got back to the ARC and could not find her new identification papers. It was rather ridiculous considering Captain Becker knew exactly who she was.

Well, it was until another soldier reported to Becker that Sarah had already entered the building. Becker had then made a mad rush through the building until he found the intruder at Cutter's locker. More terrifying was that Cutter identified the man as someone he saw months ago being killed by a creature while on the other side of an anomaly.

Sarah tried to convince Cutter it was not the same man, especially if he was attacked by a giant scorpion. Yet, Cutter remained adamant that it was the man, even if it did not make sense. He continued on the conclusion that it had to involve Helen, his suppose-to-be-dead ex wife. 'God, this place really is bonkers,' she thought, slightly amused. After a day like that, Sarah just wanted to go home to her small flat and take a nice shower.

Sarah got home in record time yet considering the time of night when she finally managed to get out of the ARC building, it should not have been a surprise at the lack of traffic. 'Am I really going to get home this late now while working there?' she thought to herself. She also thought about just jumping into the shower but a bath at that moment sounded wonderful to relax her sore muscles while trying to build that matrix time-thingy. So while filling the tub, she let her mind wander about the past couple of days and it amazed her how working at the museum seemed like months ago.

Unfortunately, her mind then wandered towards Connor - smart, brave, adorable Connor. She wondered if he had a girl friend, how close Abby and him, what his interests were, and what he was doing at that moment. Would it be weird to call him? She decided against it as she stepped into the bathtub considering after the day he had he would probably be home in bed.

A.N.:  I want to thank the   Primeval Wiki   for their site and helping me with fine details to make this story possible. Even though they did not help me directly, by having a site where anyone could add and scrutinize information, I was able to local details necessary for this story.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed this chapter.

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Illogical Reasoning Chapter 5: The Library

**originally posted to @michael-yagoobian

Summary:  Nina and Will Holmes have lived in Beacon Hills, California, for a little over a year by the start of their sophomore year of high school. In their time in the small town, Beacon Hills has always been quiet and boring. On the first day of school, the lower half of a Jane Doe is found in the woods; a Jane Doe that only Nina and Will seem to believe was murdered. Per their mother Imogen’s pleas, the twins agree to stick to the sidelines and let the police do their job, but it’s hard to do when every new development drags them closer and closer to the center of this case.

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Nina spent plenty of nights in hospitals for her migraines. Her first week in Beacon Hills was spent at the hospital for the unrelenting stabbing in the back of her head, and she was in and out of the examination room for the past year and a half. In London, it was a similar story.

Suffice to say, she was familiar with useless doctors.

“Did you do your residency online?” She glared at the doctor she didn’t bother learning the name of as he tried to prescribe her sumatriptan. “If you could actually read, sumatriptan made my migraines worse. It’s in my file.”

He forced a smile. “I must have missed that.”

“I told you the birth control is working, last night’s episode was due to stress and lack of sleep.”

“And the lack of sleep was because of?”

Witnessing a dead human being and an animal getting shot right in front of her in the span of just twenty-four hours. “More stress.”

He shook his head in disappointment, as though she just said she stayed awake for fun. “You told the nurse that was with you overnight that this was the worst migraine you’ve ever had. How would you rate it on a scale of one to ten?”

“In comparison to what I’m used to or independently?”

“In comparison.”

“Fifteen.”

He almost scoffed. “On a scale of one to ten, Miss Holmes.”

She continued to stare at him blankly. “Fifteen.”

He let out a long sigh. “And independently? On a scale of one to ten, please.”

“Twenty.” 

Setting his clipboard down, the doctor stared at her, deadpan. “You stayed conscious.”

“Barely,” She gritted out. 

“A ten is barely staying conscious,” He replied. “I don’t appreciate you exaggerating your symptoms in search of pain medication.”

If only her mother was there to hear that one. She and Will were busy getting Nina’s car from the school, and Jen wasn’t about to just drop him off at the school and trust that he could get it home in one piece by himself. Nina was mentally adding this doctor to the list of the worst ones she’d ever spoken to. “I’m sorry, just how incompetent are you? Or are you so narcissistic that you can’t comprehend anything anyone ever tells you unless it’s your own name?” 

He didn’t try to glare at her, but it was obvious that he was holding back some choice words. Nina wished he would just say them — it might actually make her respect him. Might. “Nurse McCall is your usual attending. I’ll see if she can come in and see you.”

“Don’t you dare, it’s her day off!” Nina was informed that Melissa called in to make sure Scott was okay, and she was not going to force the poor woman back to the hospital. He rolled his eyes as Nina sat up further in the bed. “Get Doctor Perez if he isn’t busy, he’s been my doctor before, and he actually knows what he’s doing.”

His eye twitched slightly. “Of course.” 

As he all but stomped out the door, Nina shouted after him. “And learn some bedside manners while you’re at it! Fucking twat.” She fell back into bed, glaring at the ceiling as her anger stirred.

“Abusing the staff already?” Nina looked up to see Danny in the doorway, holding a to-go cup of coffee in each hand. 

“He deserved it,” Nina grumbled, taking the second coffee from Danny’s outstretched hand once he entered the room. 

Taking the nearby chair, Danny laughed. “I don’t doubt it. He was Jackson’s doctor when he got his shoulder dislocated. He’s hot, though.”

Nina rolled her eyes. “Is that why you came to visit? To see if he was working today?”

He tilted his head from one side to the other, pretending to contemplate the reasons. “No, I actually came to see if Nurse O’Donnel was working today. He isn’t, but I figured I’d stick around and see how you’re doing.” Nina snorted, and Danny smiled softly. “Seriously, how are you doing?”

With a smile, Nina lifted her coffee. “Never better, Daniel.”

~~~

The moment Nina and Jen got back home from the hospital, Nina went to her room and threw herself on her bed. Too many people in the span of just a few days. She needed a social detox. Nina knew she wouldn’t get that until after the sleepover that Lydia strong-armed Allison and Nina into having at Allison’s, but she could get at least some time alone before then.

At a knock at the door, Nina knew it wouldn’t be any time soon. The knock was soft and unsure. “Come in, Isaac,” Nina called. Sitting up, she watched as the door opened to reveal the boy. He was already in Will’s room when Nina got back with Jen, and a short while after that, the sheriff arrived. 

“Sheriff Stilinski kicked me out so he could get Will’s statement,” Isaac explained, still standing in the doorway. “Can I come in?”

Nina smiled. “I already told you that you could.”

“Right.” He let out a small chuckle and entered the room, fully prepared to just stand until Nina told him he could sit wherever he liked. Isaac looked around before pulling out her desk chair and sitting awkwardly. “I know you’re probably tired of this question, but how are you feeling?”

She was tired of it, but it was hard to be annoyed with Isaac for anything. “Better,” Nina shrugged. “The doctor was a dick, but other than that, the night was fine.” They gave her enough medication to make sure she slept, and prescribed her with insomnia medication. It was the same drug and dose as Natalie Martin’s.

“Good.” He reached up and scratched the back of his neck, peering around the room before his eyes landed on Nina once more. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

Nina knew he didn’t mean the hospital. “There was nothing you could have done, Isaac. I was already stupid enough to go there and drag Will with me—”

“You weren’t stupid.” She was surprised by the certainty in his tone. “You thought you were doing something nice.”

She snorted. “Is that what Will said?” He was pissed at her once she told him why she actually brought him to the school and showed Will the texts. She highly doubted he gave her the benefit of the doubt when relaying what happened to Isaac.

“Will’s opinion doesn’t matter.” So he was still angry. Good to know. “It’s like that saying, y’know? Hindsight is twenty-twenty. You can’t blame yourself for something you didn’t know was going to happen.”

Nina chewed the inside of her cheek and turned to look out the window. Maybe not, but she could certainly recognize that she put her own brother in danger. “What did Finstock say about the sudden cancelled practices?” With the school days cancelled, so were all after-school activities. 

Isaac groaned and threw his head back, bringing a smile to Nina’s face. “We have to run enough suicides to cover at least one full practice. He said he’ll be able to tell if we don’t.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it. The man’s insane.” 

Laughing, Isaac nodded. “Do you think he’s always been like that, or did teaching completely destroy him?”

“It has to be genetic,” Nina joked. “Have you heard him talk about his family? The lot of them are nutters.” 

After about ten minutes of Nina and Isaac talking, Sheriff Stilinski and Jen came to Nina’s room for her own statement. Isaac left with a small wave, and the sheriff stood while Jen sat on the edge of Nina’s bed, resting her hand on her daughter’s knee. 

“How are you feeling, Nina?”

Nina smiled politely. “Better.” Yeah, she was definitely tired of the question. “How’s Stiles?” She was mostly asking to be polite, but she did care. He was a victim too, even if it felt like he and Scott were intentionally keeping information from everyone else.

Stilinski sighed. “He’s… Stiles. But he’s doing well. As well as he can be, y’know?” Nina and Jen both nodded. “I was hoping you could tell me everything you remember from last night. Will told me you were pretty out of it.”

“I thought I was dreaming for a few minutes,” Nina confirmed. “I don’t know how valuable my statement will be.”

“I can’t say it would hold up in court, but anything we can get is useful to the case.”

She nodded once more. “Of course.” Taking her phone out and pulling up the messages from Scott, she handed it over to the sheriff. “I was trying to force myself to sleep when I got these texts from Scott’s phone. Because I hadn’t slept since Monday at that point, I didn’t trust myself to drive and took Will with me. We saw Stiles and Jackson’s cars in the parking lot, and found Scott, Allison, and Stiles in the foyer. When I showed Scott my messages, he denied sending them. Allison said she also received a message from him that he denied sending.”

“Do you believe Scott sent the messages?”

Nina sighed. “I did, at the time. I thought he was messing with me. But looking back on it now, he seemed genuinely confused by the texts. He’s a bad liar, so I doubt he could have faked it.”

“If only you and Allison received the messages, what were Lydia and Jackson doing there?”

“Lydia told me they gave Allison a ride after Scott stood her up for a date.”

The sheriff nodded and gestured for her to continue. She got to the part where she saw something outside of the cafeteria when he interrupted her again for clarification. “You saw something?”

“I thought I saw the creature from the photos of the video store,” Nina admitted with a sigh. “I must have been hallucinating. That’s where I began to believe I was dreaming the whole thing up. I didn’t realize it was real until we got up to the chemistry room.” It was hard to admit. Nina always prided herself on having the facts, but she couldn’t even trust her own mind during the most traumatic experience in her life.

The only other time the sheriff asked for clarification was with the noise that almost caused Nina to black out completely. “What was the sound?”

“It didn’t sound human. My best guess is that someone played it over the loudspeakers. It was so loud that…” If Nina even thought about it, it still sent shivers down her spine. “I could feel it reverberating through me. I think it was an animal growling.”

There wasn’t much of the story after that. Sheriff Stilinski thanked her for her time, and began to leave the room. He stopped at the doorway, sending her a guilty smile. “I’m sorry, for not believing you about the murders not being animal attacks. Just know that I’m doing everything in my power to make sure this guy goes to jail for a long, long time.”

Nina smiled in return, the pit in her stomach only deepening. “Thank you, Sheriff.”

~~~

Family meals were hardly ever a priority for the Holmeses, but Jen decided to have everyone sit down together for lunch. Jen and Nina sat on one side of the dining room table, while Will and Isaac sat on the other. 

Will was currently pretending Nina didn’t exist. It was easy enough; everyone at the table was already tense given the past twenty-four hours, and all he had to do was either not respond when she spoke, or purposefully leave her out. About twenty minutes of that was all Nina could take before she pushed herself up from the table. “I’m going to the library,” She announced, adopting a calm voice.

Now Will acknowledged her existence. “Why? Did someone leave their house keys in the children’s section?”

Jen’s head snapped to her son. “William!”

“No, actually.” Nina beamed, interrupting her mother from scolding him. “I got a text from Derek Hale. He wants to apologize! He actually wants to meet after dark, but I thought I would get there early and do some reading.”

“That’s almost as stupid as whatever you were thinking last night.”

“I don’t seem to recall you stringing two thoughts together.”

Will huffed. “I was a bit busy making sure you didn’t faceplant.”

With a sneer, Nina rolled her eyes. “How generous of you.”

“Nina, please—”

Nina spun on her heel and went to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She shoved books that needed to be returned in her library tote, along with two bottles of excedrin, caffeine pills, her wattle bottle, and a can of bear spray. Her car keys were in her coat pocket, which she shrugged on as her mother knocked on the door and opened it, leaning against the doorway. 

“I don’t care that you’re in a library, keep your ringer on so you can respond to me if I text or call you. Because of curfew, they close at nine. What time are you planning on coming home?”

“Nine.” Nina pulled the straps of her tote over her shoulder. “I’m going to the diner across the street for dinner.”

Jen sighed and nodded. “Okay.” Nina attempted to brush past, but Jen stopped her, her hand resting over Nina’s cheek as she leaned in and pressed a quick peck to her forehead. “Be safe. I love you.”

“Love you.” 

Jen watched Nina as she left, letting out a sigh when the front door closed and locked behind her. She went down the hall to Will’s room, knocking on the door and opening it once she heard a confirmation. She tilted her head, staring at her son in disappointment. “Would you like to discuss what that was about now, or later?”

~~~

Whatever the high school students were doing with their two days off, it wasn’t studying. The library was nearly empty, save for the occasional family or older person stopping in. As patrons cycled through, no one bothered Nina as she thumbed through texts on general cognition. The library didn’t carry any specialized topics regarding sleep deprivation and hallucination, so she would need to get something from the Berkeley library when she got the chance. 

By the time six thirty rolled around, Nina had gone through the entire neuroscience shelf and finished all of her assignments. She gathered her tote with her keys and coat stuffed inside, going to the front desk. “Marta, I’ll be back in about an hour. I left my books out for when I get back. I’m going to the diner, did you want me to get you anything?”

The young woman peered at Nina over her glasses with a smile. “I’m alright, thank you.” Marta had just graduated with her Masters in library science, and was the new head librarian at the Beacon Hills Public Library. She was good at her job, and Nina liked her a lot more than the previous guy. He always got on her about keeping too many books at her table, and never would have let her leave her things if she stepped away for more than five minutes. She respected the man, but it was still annoying.

Her dinner was fine. The establishment was never very busy, even around meal rush times, so Nina was able to get in and out in about forty-five minutes. She got back to see Marta no longer at the front desk — probably reshelving — and when she turned the corner to her usual spot, someone else was sitting there.

Nina knew very well that no one could claim a seat in a public building. In a mostly-empty library, however, one would assume that the one spot with books stacked nearby was occupied. Biting back her annoyance, Nina resigned herself to grabbing her things and moving somewhere else. She approached, taking the stack of books and pulling them to her without addressing the man.

“Interesting reads,” He said, grinning up at her. He was still holding one of the books, the page open to a section she had bookmarked. “Sleep deprivation on the brain. Having trouble sleeping? I know a few remedies.”

“I’m fifteen,” Nina responded. Usually that was enough to get weird men to back off.

Seems he was weird and creepy. “So we can’t have a friendly conversation?” He asked with a lax smile.

Her lip curled in disdain. “I’m not interested in being friendly with a man in his forties.”

That got him. He was good at hiding it, but Nina saw the almost-imperceptible drop in his ‘nice’ act. He obviously wasn’t in his forties — Nina wouldn’t place him any older than thirty, but it was an easy insult that wasn’t directly malicious. His smile picked back up in a second and he set the book down on the table. “You said you’re fifteen, do you go to Beacon Hills High School? It’s a shame what happened last night.”

“The janitor was widely loved,” She replied blankly. Oddly enough, that seemed to bother him even more. The side of his face that wasn’t partially paralyzed with a large burn scar twitched into an almost-sneer.

Nina grabbed the book, sliding it towards her side of the table, when the man’s hand slammed onto the cover. She almost swore she could hear the sound of the wooden table cracking from the pressure. “It’s a shame those students had to witness such a thing,” He said, just as calm as before despite the display of strength. “It makes you think, what were they doing at the school so late?”

Warning bells had been going off in her mind for the entire interaction, and they weren’t letting up anytime soon. Jen had always instructed Nina to never let a strange man see that he successfully bothered her. She glanced down at his hand. It was just as scarred as his face. “Teenagers aren’t exactly known for their good decision-making skills or impulse control, since the frontal lobe of the brain isn’t fully developed,” Nina replied calmly, despite her racing heart. “My guess is they broke in to pull some prank, and happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.” That was her best guess for Scott and Stiles being there, anyway. The text messages were still a mystery to her.

The man tilted his head. “Huh. I didn’t think of that.” He appeared to genuinely regard the new information, as he gave her the same smile as before. “It’s nice to see one teenager that has their head on straight.”

He lifted his hand from the book and stood, strolling away without a glance back in Nina’s direction. It wasn’t until she witnessed him walking out the front doors that she allowed herself to take a deep breath.

“Nina? Are you alright?”

The girl startled, almost dropping the books that were gathered in one arm as she spun to face Marta. She had an empty cart, watching Nina with concern. “Yes, I’m alright,” Nina breathed, fixing the books that had shifted in her grasp. “Do you know who that man was? With the scarring?” With her free hand, Nina gestured to the side of her face.

Marta’s brow furrowed. “I didn’t see him. He must have come in while I was reshelving. Why, was he bothering you?”

Yes. But what would she say? That he was just creepy while carrying a normal conversation? He slammed a hand down on a book for no reason? Nina smiled and shrugged. “Everyone bothers me.”

She chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, me too. Here, let me put those away for you.”

Nina looked down to the books before loading them onto the cart. “Thank you.”

The rest of her time at the library was spent with the section on California wildlife. While Nina had only seen a photo of the mysterious creature at the parking lot and hallucinated it in the school, if it was native to California, there would be an image somewhere. It wasn’t until Nina opened up the possibility that it wasn’t a native animal that she remembered Allison’s book. The beast of Gevaudan. A French wolf-man. 

A human being — Derek Hale, according to Scott, which Nina still had doubts about — dressing up in an elaborate pseudo-wolf costume as a means to kill people connected to the Hale fire. And then corner a bunch of kids at the scene of one of the murders. The very thought made Nina want to admit herself to Eichen. 

When Marta eventually came up to Nina to let her know she was going to shut down the main computer in ten minutes, Nina got her things together and put her books away, then retrieved two for Allison; one on French folklore, and Little Red Riding Hood. The second one was a joke, and one that she would hopefully find funny. 

The moment Nina stepped outside, she felt exposed. Vulnerable. The same way she felt when that man was talking to her. Hairs on the back of her neck stood as she got her keys out of her bag and left her other hand inside the tote, clutched around her bear spray. Maybe she was just paranoid, but after last night, it was a smarter trait than she usually gave it credit for. She stood at the top of the stone steps and looked around, seeing nothing around her save for anything on the other side of the street, and began walking to her car. 

At the bottom step, something jumped out of a bush right next to her. 

Nina screamed and jerked back, tripping on the step before she realized it was just a raccoon that scrambled past. Now her butt hurt. Letting out a sigh, Nina pulled herself back up to her feet. “Paranoia is smart actually” her arse. She wiped stray pebbles and gravel from her palms, then began the walk to her car once more, until something in the corner of her eye stopped her dead in her tracks.

She turned to see what it was, freezing as a familiar figure with bright red eyes stood at the opposite end of the parking lot. Stood. 

There was no way she was hallucinating this. The creature kept its eyes locked on her as it slowly lowered onto its haunches, ready to pounce. Nina softly pressed the unlock button on her keys, and the car lights flashed with a little beep. 

It pounced.

Nina spun and ran to her car, her hands tightening around the can of bear spray in her tote so hard she almost thought the cool metal would burst in her grip. She was only a meter away when what felt like a large hand grabbed her ankle, and Nina started falling to the ground. Her elbows landed harshly against the pavement, and she spun around, not hesitating to spray the mist directly in the creature’s eyes. 

The noise it made was a bizarre mixture of a snarl, growl, and howl of pain as it fell back. Nina was able to scramble to her feet and make the final few steps to her car, wrenching open the door. She could see the creature gaining on her once more in the corner of her eye and grabbed the kitchen knife she had sheathed against the side of the driver’s seat, turning and slashing at the creature’s face just in time. It made the same noise as Nina scrambled into her car, slamming the door shut behind her and pressing the manual lock. All of the other doors were locked beforehand, so it couldn’t get in through those. Nina moved to start the car, but her horror rose when she realized her keys were no longer in her hand. She dropped them outside. Looking out the window, Nina saw they were just where she had been knocked down. Along with her phone. 

The creature’s bloodied face appeared right in front of the window, drawing another scream from Nina as she fell back, scrambling to the passenger seat to put more distance between them. The window occasionally fogged up with the creature breathing heavily against it, but even through that, Nina could see the slash across its face slowly fade until the only evidence that anything had happened to it was the remaining blood. Nina clutched the knife handle to her chest as its clawed hand reached up, dragging down the window with a long scraaaatcch, reaching the door handle. 

It was toying with her. Nina’s mind flashed to the bus seat, and the barricade it easily broke through at the school. A locked car door was nothing.

It paused as its left ear twitched. Red eyes were no longer on her as its head turned, and then a gunshot sounded. Nina flinched in her seat, sliding down more. The creature locked its gaze on her once more before running away.

Another gunshot.

Blood rushed in her ears as her heart pounded in her chest. She sunk lower and lower in her seat until she was practically folded in on herself, tears welling up in her eyes. 

At the sound of a knock on her window, Nina startled again. She held the knife out as threateningly as she could while also shaking like a leaf with tears streaming down her cheeks. Chris Argent’s concerned gaze went from her face to the bloody weapon, his jaw setting as he visibly sighed. He knew. He knew what it was. He must have seen it, if he was the one shooting at it. Right? 

His eyes lifted back up to meet Nina’s, offering what she assumed was meant to be a reassuring smile. In one hand, he held up her phone and keys, then pointed to the door lock. Nina slowly nodded, knowing that if Chris was actually the secret murderer with red contacts or something, she at least had a knife and the passenger door to fall out of. She flinched again when the door unlocked, and Chris stepped into the driver's seat. “Hi, Nina,” He greeted softly, not wanting to agitate her with too loud of a voice. He handed her the phone, and started the car. “Your mom was calling when I found the phone. You might want to call her back.”

Before Nina could do that for herself, her mother’s caller ID lit up. “Mum, hi.” Her voice was tight and shaky, and she pulled herself to sit correctly as Chris pulled out of the parking lot.

Nina could tell that any scolding that may have been on her mother’s tongue dissipated at the sound of her greeting. “What’s wrong? I called you three times, and you’re supposed to be home by now.” Jen’s voice was a mix of accusation and worry, a tone that all mothers seemingly had perfected.

Chris tapped the scratched window. Even if her mother wasn’t a super genius, Nina would have a hard time explaining that specific problem. It was better to get it replaced before anyone else saw it. “My car was acting up, I’m sorry. Mister Argent happened to be nearby and called a tow for me. He’s giving me a ride home.” He nodded. 

“What happened that it needed to be towed?”

“A fuel leak. It must have started just earlier today, it’s around the time that I needed to replace it anyhow.” It was true, fortunately. She could have that replaced along with her window. Chris pulled into the gas station only a block away from the library, where his SUV sat at the gas pump. 

Her mother sighed. “Could you give the phone to him, please?” She did just that, hearing Jen thank Chris profusely. 

Still holding her knife, Nina got the essentials out of her car, and the two moved to Chris’s as he chatted idly with her mother. Once he handed Nina the phone back and she was able to say goodbye to Jen, she hung up. “You’re a good liar,” Nina commented dryly. He acted like nothing had happened, like he was just being a good samaritan in the right place at the right time.

He began the drive, knowing where to go once Nina told him the apartment building. “So are you.”

“Not good enough for her.” Jen would know something was up. Hopefully Nina could just convince her that her nerves were a result of trauma. Being unable to leave, something like that.

Chris chuckled. “Kids never can lie to their parents.” Nina kept her mouth shut regarding all of the times Allison snuck out of the house. He glanced back to the knife. “You keep a chef’s knife in your car?”

“It’s a santoku, actually,” She muttered. 

He nodded. “Good. That knife saved your life tonight.”

Hardly. It was fully ready to rip her face off before Chris started shooting. “What was it?”

“What did you see?”

Deflection. He knew what it was, and he confirmed it indeed was a what and not a who. Nina swallowed, biting the inside of her cheek. “I saw the same thing that was at the video store, and at the school last night.” Chris remained perfectly calm, betraying no emotion. “Red eyes, claws, fur. Its wound healed in ten seconds.”

“Only ten?”

Nina sat up, staring at Chris. “What was it?” She demanded again, her voice rising. “Whatever it was, it wasn’t human, and it wasn’t an animal.”

Chris met her eye for a moment before looking back at the road. “You and Lydia are coming over tomorrow night, right?” Nina nodded. Allison was too depressed about Scott to go to either Nina or Lydia’s places, but too lonely to not want to hang out. They were going to have a girl’s night. Now, that was the last thing on Nina’s mind. “I have work near your building. I’ll show you what it was and tell Allison about the car trouble and that I gave you a ride. If you promise not to tell her anything.”

“Fine.”

They got to Nina’s building, and Chris gave her another parent-like smile. “Try to get some sleep, kid.”

#teen wolf oc #teen wolf fanfiction #stiles stilinski x oc #my oc #my writing

[wackassanime]

the similarities between ash lynx and river phoenix

i know akimi yoshida based ash on river a couple volumes into the manga but therers a ridiculous amount of similarities that id love to dive into. some are lose and some are super strong i just know way too fucking much about river phoenix and when i saw bf i lost my mind.

TW sexual assualt and rape, CSA, drug use, banana fish spoilers.

going chronologically through rivers life

river was born august 23rd, 1970

ash was born august 11th, 1969 (maybe... the first volume of the manga was released ‘86 and if ash was 17 then he wouldve been born in ‘69).

river grew up in a cult called the children of god. the cult had rampant sexual abuse present and river reported he was 4 the first time he had sex.

ash was 6 when his abuse started.

river later committed to celibacy due to this until he was 14 because of the abuse.

akimi said ash would be asexual due to his abuse if he had lived.

after the phoenixs escaped the cult, river along with his siblings preformed music on the streets to make money. they were living in poverty until river was first casted in seven brides for seven brothers when he was 12.

ash was forced to ‘preform’ while living on the streets/with marvin and others, until dino came around when ash was 11 (i think this is the right age? im a little tired).

river’s father had alcohol problems and this led to river having to be the bread winner and become self sufficient.

jim, ash’s father, is a piece of shit that led to ash having to become self sufficient as well as literally forcing him to become a type of bread winner by having ash collect money from the baseball coach.

river never attended school.

ash dropped out when he ran away when was in the (4th grade?).

river eventually starred in stand by me. the movie prophecizes the fates of each of the actors, (but thats a whole different can of worms, look it up tho!). river played chris who comes from a bad family so everyone assumed he was bad.

a dead body begins both stand by me and bf and both rivers character and ash are stabbed at the end due to an alrercation they didnt want to be involved in. yoshida also drew ash as chris

ash is also drawn as danny from running on empty

river then starred in the mosquito coast with harrison ford and also later goes on to play young ford in indiana jones and the last crusade.

yoshida based max lobo off of harrison ford. also yoshida drew ash as charlie (rivers character in the mosquito coast) (the link for the image is the same one from above). yoshida also drew ash as indiana jones

yoshida also drew ash as rivers character from little nikita

later river was in my own private idaho. boy where do i start with this one. river plays mike a gay hustler who is the product of sexual abuse. mike has narcolepsy and so after passing out at one point he asks scott, keanu reeve’s character, how much money he made off him while he was out. mike is expecting to have been raped while asleep.

ash is also a gay hustler. both grew up surrounded by sexual abuse and later grew to expect it.

mike is only close with scott and doesn’t really care about any of the other hustlers and homeless people they stay with.

ash really only cares about eiji, especially later on as lao points out (before some big gang fight against fox im trying to remember its literally 5:30am).

mike confesses his love to scott saying “i love you and you dont pay me”. this is during the infamous campfire scene that river wrote himself during production.

this scene is reminiscent of the stay by my side bedroom scene between ash and eiji. except bf gets the happy version :)

scott is someone who can leave at any time because he comes from a normal, respectable family.

eiji can leave at any time to go back to japan but refuses to because he cares about ash. (scott is just rebelling against his dad by hustling, which is wild but ok)

mike’s narcolepsy attacks are triggered by memories of his mother and leads to him dreaming about her and going to find her with scott. she abandoned him as a child.

ash’s mother also abandoned him and he dreams about her and calls out to her in his nightmares.

before the filming began, both river and keanu started hanging out on the streets with hustlers in Portland to research their roles

bf begins by eiji coming to america with ibe to research gang/street kid life

yoshida drew one of the promotional pictures of river and keanu, the blowjob scene (just ash from shoulders up), ash passed out from narcolepsy and eiji dragging him everywhere, the campfire scene, and when mike and scott are shirtless in bed together as ash and eiji.

river was in the movie sneakers were he is a genius hacker

ash is also a great hacker, allowing him to steal a ton of dino’s money.

river died october 31st, 1993 of a drug overdose.

the 17th volume was released october 26th, 1993 (2nd to last). the final volume was released later the following year.

In an interview about bf yoshida said, ‘she had made up her mind for him to die from the very beginning itself. she did get conflicted about going through with it as the series was approaching its end, but the reason for that was river phoenix’s death.’

interview cont. fujimoto: and the fact that it was because of a drug overdose… it must have felt like too much of a coincidence. yoshida: that’s true. […] fujimoto: but there are many ways of dying, did you originally plan for him to die that way too?yoshida: yeah it was pretty much like that.

after river died it left a huge impact amongst hollywood. his brother joaquin phoenix stopped doing any acting work until 1995.

in an interview joaquin says, “I feel like in virtually every movie that I made, there was a connection to River in some way”.

another interview says, “But he was also deeply influenced by his brother, and by his death, even if he remains reluctant to draw a straight line between his unusual background and his private tragedy and his talent for inhabiting the morose, damaged, violent, and otherwise anxiety-riddled characters he takes on—roles he seems vividly made for.”

after ash died max writes in his letter, “The photos of Eiji Okumura are said to be sad, nostalgic, and have a unique feeling to them. But I know what it is. It’s you Ash.”

REEVES: I really would like to do Shakespeare with River. I think we'd have a hoot. We could do A Midsummer Night's Dream or Romeo and Juliet. PHOENIX: I'll be Juliet.

"I don’t have any friends in the business. Just River. Oh where, oh where has my Juliet gone?" - Keanu Reeves (post rivers death)

Define 'Best Friend'. RIVER: Someone you can tell all your secrets to. For me it’s a guy you enjoy being with, a guy you love and a guy you care about. Keanu is my buddy, dude. KEANU: I've always loved you, River. River is my best friend and I don't have many of them. RIVER: That's really sweet, Keany.

"Keanu and River were kind of soulmates, they had known each other for a few years… but they were." - Gus Van Sant (director of My Own Private Idaho)

in garden of light, akira: “did okumura-san love this ash person?”. sing: “yes, he did. very much”.

gol, akira: “was this ash person okumura-san’s uh... well, lover?” sing: “he was more than that. which doesn’t mean their relationship was sexual, because it wasn’t. but they did love each other... maybe the way lovers do. they connected to each other, soul to soul.”

alright folks thats it, there may be more but im tired and need to go to sleep. i included links to all the ash artwork but if you want links to any of the river interviews/info sources let me know! i dont even care if this doesnt get any traction cause it was cathartic to outline all the jumbled trivia in my head.

UPDATE: fixed the formatting online so now its probably messed up on mobil :))) also i added a keep reading thing cause it was a bitch to scroll past

#banana fish #ash lynx #river phoenix #my own private idaho #akimi yoshida #eiji okumura #long post #keanu reeves #joaquin phoenix #god im so fucking tired #mopi #z