#also ignore my car it gets muddy in the winter

[the-adventures-of-dave]

Dave discovered the heated seats in my car.

#we went to Starbucks #I pulled up to the window and the barista went #ITS DAVE #and I had a moment of fear and confusion #like how do you know my cats NAME who ARE you #and then I remembered #he has a collar with a tag #also ignore my car it gets muddy in the winter #dave the cat #photo

[rosethornewrites]

Fics I read this week!

I started this right after posting the last one, so I’ll hopefully keep it up. A lot of the multichapter fics are ones I subscribed to that finished. A lot of the one-shots are under 5k words, with some being 100-word ficlets.

Finished:

Not Rated:

Wei Changze's weird day, by Weiyingbestboy

Wei Changze was minding his own business, when four potential time travellers dropped out of the sky. Literally.

Serenity Cave, by Anonymous

The travel home had been mostly silent. Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian competing for who could say the least amount of words.

Then, as they’d been walking along the mountain path, just a little past the gates of Cloud Recesses, a hole suddenly opened up in the ground beneath them and they fell into a small rock cave. Then the hole shrunk until it was barely big enough to poke a sword through. Just enough of a gap that they had a bit of light and wouldn’t suffocate, but definitely too small to escape through.

The earth had swallowed them.

…

In the middle of an argument, Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian get trapped in a cave.

In Which Lan Xichen Returns to the World, by AshurbanipalJones

Lan Xichen ends his isolation after the death of Jin Guangyao.

In Which Lan Qiren Requests an Audience, by AshurbanipalJones

Lan Qiren wants to discuss Important Matters with his nephew. His nephew is kinda not having it.

Mercy Meet Vengeance, by ShanaStoryteller (7th in a series)

The first time Wen Qing meets Wei Wuxian, she has a white sash around her waist.

Rated E:

Thirty-three Lashes, by Winglesss (20 chapters)

Yiling Laozu is dead. He's been dead for over a thousand years. For over a thousand years Lan Wangji has been wandering the world alone, helping where he's needed.

It's when he meets a mysterious cultivator and a strange curse starts to torment his body that the past and the present start to mingle, igniting emotions Lan Wangji almost forgot he was able to feel.

curiosity is the beginning, by everyearning (noctiphany)

He's just curious. Wangi's brother always said he had an insatiable thirst for knowledge. He also said it was going to get him in trouble one day.

Rated M:

devil from heaven, by incendir (3 chapters)

He would like to think that he knows what Lan Wangji could enjoy, if he’d let himself do so.

(or, wei wuxian's road to discovering lan wangji's yiling patriarch kink)

in this lifetime, by hauntedotamatone

Lan Wangji must reach him. There is still time. All he has to do is reach him. They’ll take A-Yuan and whoever remains and they’ll go as far and fast as they can. The world is vast, there must be a place for them somewhere, and if there is not, then he will carve one out from nothing if that is what it will take.

“Wei Ying!” he calls out to him over the roar of the flames and the familiar and terrible sounds of battle. At first, he thinks that Wei Ying is ignoring him or otherwise does not hear him. Then, his fingers still over his flute. He looks up with those empty eyes, unseeing. There is no hatred in them, but there is no affection or recognition either. There is nothing at all.

Lan Wangji has a terrible nightmare for the first time in years. For the first time in years, he does not wake up alone.

We Are Family, by Duochanfan (13 chapters)

Jiang Yanli heard the words spewing from Jin Zixun's mouth and said enough. After putting the man in his place she leaves the Hunt with her brother and Lan Wangji. The three come across Wen Qing, and with that simple meeting, they change what could have happened to something else entirely.

until it's time to see the light, I'll make my own with you each night, by backbones

His husband would never go back to sleep if he sensed something was wrong, and he always did. He knew him better than he knew himself, sometimes, and maybe that was why that feeling was so foreign it was horrifying. He wanted to keep that part of himself close, a well-kept secret, and now, deep down, he knew it was too late for that.

Or: After having a nightmare in a deep sleep, Wei Wuxian has a surprise visit from an old childhood habit.

Rated T:

Wei Wuxian Discovers Bisexuality, by arcaladiwoompa

AU where WWX decides he quite enjoys being passionately kissed against a tree by an unknown assailant and acts on it instead of just sitting there going herp derp I wonder who this very strong cultivator could possibly be.

Rescue, by WithBroomBefore (6 chapters)

Post-Sunshot fix-it AU featuring Jiang siblings taking care of each other, among other things.

Over the Rotted Bridge, by vailkagami (41 chapters)

Lan Wangji saves the Wen remants from execution but is killed in the process. The Yiling Patriarch loses himself in grief and rage and the determination to bring him back no matter what.

The world is not on his side in this. It is not on either of their sides when he succeeds. But The World is not all of its people, and some things can always be salvaged from the ruins.

Across, by vailkagami

An epilogue to the story "Over the Rotted Bridge", set in the far future. Cannot stand alone.

Centuries after the fall of the cultivation world, Wei Wuxian and Wangji return to the burial mounds for the last time.

Completion, by youjezebel

Lan Wangji misses raising A-Yuan. Wei Wuxian wants to be a father. In the end, everything works out perfectly.

Second Nephew, by vividneonmanias

"You need to stop talking to Wàngjī," Lan Xīchén told him, in the uncannily stern tones of a Sect Leader and not a nephew; "and preferably stop talking about him, if you cannot control yourself."

In the years following Wèi Wúxiàn's death, Lán Qǐrén learns to hold his tongue. But he still wants to know his second nephew. Some things need to be said; some questions need to be asked.

oceans, drowned in starfire, by stiltonbasket (10 chapters)

Lan Wangji breathes.

There is a tattered red ribbon trailing through the water beside him, and below him, a crooning, echoing song that clears his mind and stops him from struggling against the waves.

Lan Wangji breathes, and sleeps, and wakes again.

When he opens his eyes on the beach to find Huan-ge and Shufu crying over his body, he hears a lifeguard say that he was underwater for almost half an hour. ___

Tired of life in the business world, Lan Wangji returns to his mother’s old house to pursue a career as a novelist and search for the mysterious fisherman who rescued him after he nearly drowned on a whale-watching trip twenty years ago.

He wasn’t expecting much more than a quiet refuge to serve as inspiration for his work, and restore his spirits after half a lifetime spent in the city. But when a lost merbaby washes up on the beach in Caiyi, Lan Wangji realizes that his childhood savior might be closer than he thinks.

adding shadows to the walls of the cave, by Fleetling

It didn’t take Wei Wuxian long to see what he was pointing at, and as soon as he did, the smaller man turned back to face their juniors. “Cave!” he shouted across the thunder of the raindrops hitting the muddy path. “Hanguang-Jun found us a cave! We’ll stop to dry off, and head out again once the rain has stopped!” Beside him, Lan Wangji inclined his head in silent agreement. The bickering of the juniors cut out as they focused on making it the remaining short distance on the slippery ground.

They all huddled into the entrance of the cave, taking refuge from the rain, but waiting for directions before heading in.

Ouyang Zizhen ran his hand over the wall, feeling slight bumps and indents below his fingers. He brushed off the dirt, reading the characters revealed. “The lovers’ cave,” he read, shaking his head with a smile. Probably a local pair who came here occasionally. It was a bit romantic, when one thought of it. It also probably meant that the cave was safe - no lovers would hide away in a cave that contained resentful energy or other dangers.

Say It Until I Hear You, by DrowningByDegrees

Lan Zhan does not say what has him rattled, but neither does he retreat. He concedes by fractions, an embrace he does not shake off, a shaky sigh when his forehead comes to rest against Wei Wuxian’s collarbone, a wordless surrender when Wei Wuxian gathers him closer. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know precisely which ones, but there are ghosts in bed with them tonight, sorrow and regret and all the might have beens they cast aside so long ago.

Dull Comforts, by Just_Another_Mystery

Five times Làn Sīzhuī pondered the existence of a parent he does not remember having.

Downpour, by milesofheart

The way Wei Ying had looked at him…warily, expecting a fight, steeling himself for Lan Wangji to denounce him. Waiting for the worst from Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji’s heart cracked down the middle and his whole body shook as he wept now in the rain, the mud of Qiongqi Path seeping into his once-pristine robes.

on the importance of home (and all it implies), by nixtothou

The Burial Mounds are empty.

Wei Wuxian had expected this, yet for some reason it still hurt to see.

The Best Place to Study, by adrian_kres

Lan Zhan decides to study in the law library this time. He leaves with a boyfriend.

Rated G:

cadillac converter, by mdzsed

lan zhan's car starts making weird noises so he takes it to get it repaired. the new mechanic does not look like he knows what he's doing. good thing lan zhan is no fool.

or: lan zhan makes a complete idiot out of himself but hey, it scored him a date with a handsome mechanic so it's all good.

a small spark, by sebfish

It had started, as many things did, because Wen Qing was worried, and Wei Wuxian had learned early on that she wouldn’t budge until she’d gotten her way.

Winter in Cloud Recesses, by Sarehz

Winter in Cloud Recesses was cold. Really cold. It was a chill that penetrated Wei Wuxian's bones and reminded him of that period after his parents died when he shivered alone in the streets.

His Face, by AshayaTReldai

Among Su She's possessions was found a qiankun pouch containing a sheaf of sketches of Hanguang Jun, inspiring a lifetime's exchange between Wei Wuxian and his husband Lan Wangji, studies of his face.

anger, by theninjacat

Beloved Old Lines, by Preludian_Staves

A quiet Wuxian was a creature Qiren had learned to never trust in mixed company.

I Don't Wanna Fight Tonight, by Sarehz

Wei Wuxian was sitting on the roof. Again. It had become his go to place recently when he had to attend these sort of boring meetings where all the Sect Leader's met up and congratulated each other on defeating Wen Ruohan and blah blah blah.

Unexpected, by WithBroomBefore

It is not, from Lan Wangji’s perspective, an unpleasant kiss. He has no particular objection to kissing people, though admittedly he has only ever done so as a prelude to activities that involve various other bits of the body. And it is Wei Wuxian; nothing involving Wei Wuxian is awful. The kiss is...fine.

Modern AU, just some aroace/aro queerplatonic roommates finding the words.

An Accidental Clothes Thief, by Preludian_Staves

He should have probably realized what he'd accidentally done before starting work on a new talisman.

Groupie, by Speechless_since_1998

Being the manager of a band was hard work, but someone had to do it. And Lan Xichen was the only one able to keep members of his brother's band in line.

A Silver Thread, by DizziDreams

Lan Wangji is brushing Wei Ying's Hair before bed, when he sees it, glinting like a fish through the dark glassy waters of a deep pool:

A single, silver hair.

The sky is overcast and I'm sorry, by hamlets_ghost (8th part of a series)

Wangji's brother is gone once again.

A-niang explains.

Follow the sound of pipe, follow this song, by fairyprincess2

He took the last steps needed to reach the opening and there he was, black and red clothes flying with the wind, hair bound up in a ponytail with a red hair band. He was standing with his back facing Lan Wangji but it was him, he knew it was.

(In)Hindsight, it's obvious, by Potatoes_Radishes 

Lan Qiren woke up undisturbed, calm and refreshed, that was enough for him to immediately know something was odd, mainly due to the lack of noises during the night that made him suspect it, he grumbled away his frustrations regarding what he assumed would have been another prank as he got up to get dressed.

When he left the bathroom and moved outside, a very different set of robes awaited him, one he hadn’t worn in years. He finally took a notice of his surrounding, the room was different resembling the one from before their rebuilding, not caring about his state of undress as he open the door almost on the verge of panic, the first thing that rang out in the morning was a loud yell of “WEI WUXIAN!!!”

Unfinished:

Rated E:

taking over you, by sassybluee (3rd in a series)

Before, he’d once fantasized about giving in—shutting Wei Ying up with his lips, stilling his limbs with his own forehead ribbon. He imagined himself making demands. And then Wei Ying went missing. Wei Ying was presumed dead. And Wei Ying returned from the Burial Mounds. By then, Lan Wangji’s desires had long since cooled, and all that remained was longing. Longing to ease Wei Ying’s suffering. Longing to help him know he was not as alone as he seemed to feel. He would have gladly given him everything back then, if he knew how to ask for it. Would have surrendered his body to show him he cared.

And now?

_____

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian explore married life, and all that entails.

Rated M:

Keep Holding On, by abCEE

As they reached an inn and Wei Wuxian got them a room with three beds, the world seemed to have frozen for Jiang Yanli when her brother suddenly fainted and Jiang Wanyin was just fast enough to catch him before his body could hit the floor.

"A-Xian!"

"Wei Wuxian!"

In which after the Lotus Pier Massacre: Wei Wuxian was greatly injured by Zidian, Jiang Yanli left the inn to buy the medicines and food, and Jiang Wanyin distracted the Wens.

(With a bonus of Wei Wuxian knowing the title of the song and more things ensued inside the Xuanwu Cave that may or may have not involved Lan Wangji's forehead ribbon)

Canon diverged from there.

Sacrifices Made with Blood, by NocturnalFriend

Lan Wangji knew it was too late, there was too much blood on Wei Ying's hands already. Still, if he asked his brother for help, surely. There was a way to rescue the man who held his heart?

Or: Trust is not easily given and all to easily shattered. Lan Wangji learns this in the worst way, when Lan Xichen gives into the demands of the cultivation world. Although nobody could have predicted the whims of fate, giving them another chance at righting things.

lan jingyi vs. the laws of time itself, by agloeian (2nd in a series)

His kick has dislodged some stray fragments of Guanyin Temple's destroyed ceiling beams. Jingyi stares at them as he kneads his toes through his boot. They’re as red as the blood that stains the floor beneath him, sharp and splintering. Wind whistles through the wood and stone, though there’s a flickering too - the sound of paper fluttering in the breeze.

A talisman written in blood.

---

Lan Jingyi finds a way home.

Dream a little dream of me, by Moominmammashandbag

Lan WangJi braced himself.

“Wei Ying.” he said.

“You are not dreaming. This is real. You have been rescued.”

“The kissing bit comes first!” said Wei Wuxian impatiently.

“But…I cannot kiss you if you think you are dreaming!"

“I don’t see the logic in that.” said Wei Wuxian. “I obviously want you to kiss me or I wouldn’t be dreaming about it!

Rated T:

Love Song In Reverse, by timetoboldlygo

Wei Wuxian gasps back into life without a single memory left. His friends, his siblings, his home — all lost to the fog in his head, nothing more than a mystery slipping through his fingers. What else was there to do but carry himself around in bits and parts, trying to become whole, a letter waiting to be written? He is – he is Mo Xuanyu, isn’t he? In this body, with these people. This family. He has to be Mo Xuanyu, he didn’t know anything else, even if the name sounded wrong. That was all he had.

Well, that and Hanguang-jun.

Lan Wangji, for his part, has had his taste of love and lost it. In all his grieving and searching, he didn’t expect to find another.

-

Wei Wuxian gets resurrected, loses his memories, and falls in love.

Here We Go Again, by Alliandra

He looked over to where the swordswoman was still fighting, but her focus seemed entirely locked onto that fight so it was unlikely that she could have had anything to do with the energy drain. He was still wracking his brain for something else to do to assist, so this thing didn’t kill them both, but now he was feeling weak, dizzy and currently not far from helpless.

~~~~~~~~~~

It has been several months since the events at the Guanyin temple and Wei Wuxian is wandering around on his own. After he helps a stranger kill a very dangerous beast he uncovers what seems to be a conspiracy aimed at ending his life. He heads back to Cloud Recesses with his new companion in tow, looking to get Lan Wanji's help in working out what is involved.

Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling made a surprising discovery under Koi Tower that may well be linked to the threat against Wei Wuxian's life.

Can they all work together to find out what is going on and put a stop to it, before something disastrous occurs?

A Teacher’s Oath, by MaelStromm

Deep down, only one thing really matters.

It is not being a good Lan, despite what the entire cultivation world may think, nor is it "sucking the fun out of life" as some disciple had once said.

More than anything, Lan Qiren is a good teacher.

Despite too many to count prejudices and the boy's chaotic behavior, he'll burn his ribbon before he lets this genius be wasted.

Or :

An AU where LQR gets along with WWX and somehow ends up having to deal with far too much drama.

I've Heard of Second Chances, but This Is Ridiculous, by velvet_green

One of Wei Wuxian’s experimental talisman arrays sends himself, his husband and his brother to that mythical land of long ago – the Gusu Lan lectures of their youth.

Wei Wuxian is amused. Lan Wangji is silent. Jiang Cheng is angry.

And their younger versions are mostly just very, very confused.

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #chen qing ling #cql #mdzs #wangxian #untamed fanfiction

[siarven]

INKTOBER DAY 2 - Mindless

My other Inktober Art

Alia finds the creature in the woods, next to a re-awakened stream. Morgan can hear her sharp intake of breath, and when she turns around, Alia is half-kneeling, half-lying on the muddy ground, hugging something that for all intents and purposes doesn’t exist. 

She turns away, uncertain what to do, uncomfortable in the face of Alia’s strangeness. How do you deal with a 19-year-old who behaves like a 9-year-old, has survived a car crash and a coma, shouldn’t even be alive — and sees things that aren’t real? Can’t be real? That’s right. You don’t. … at least you try not to.  Dammit, I should be getting better at this stuff, I should—

But Morgan pushes the thoughts away, and tries to think of other things. Easier things.

It’s getting cooler every day, now, and the brisk autumn air carries the scent of dead leaves, and the sharpness of winter. Delicate, icy tendrils form intricate patterns on the rough bark of the trees, the stalks of dying grass and soggy leaves, melting with the new day’s arrival. It’s still fairly early in the morning, and usually Morgan wouldn’t even be awake yet, except that Alia’s a morning person. Because of course she has to be.  A sudden wind tears through the trees, making Morgan shiver; she pushes her hands deeper into the pockets of her hoodie and regrets most of her life-choices. Why did I think it was warm enough for a hoodie, again? There’s frost everywhere!

(and because this got kinda long, the second half is below the cut, and also my inktober taglist :3)

When they finally leave the soggy woods behind, stomping in rubber boots across the equally soggy meadow that lies between them and the village, Alia is lost deep in thoughts, her face strangely melancholic. She’s also rubbing at her hands as if they’re sticky, and Morgan isn’t sure if she wants to ask about that or not. What do you say in a situation like this? How do you address the hallucinations of a little girl who’s both the strongest and most fragile person you’ve ever met? Do you just continue ignoring it? 

“It was too late.”

Morgan blinks. “Sorry?”

“There was nothing I could do.” There are actual tears in Alia’s eyes. Morgan hasn’t seen her cry, ever. Everything that happened to her in the past, and she cries over an imaginary (possibly even dead) beast?

“Sometimes they just … give up. And leave. Their bodies stay behind for a while but… empty. Like the house a snail leaves behind. Rhisíl told me about them, but I’ve never seen one before. It’s so sad.” She sniffs. “I didn’t believe it before. Not really. And the goop…” 

For a moment Morgan tries to sort her thoughts, but then she just gives up. “So… the thing you found was dead?” And goopy? 

Alia frowns. “No… not really? They are already dead. They’re spirits, where else would they go? I think it’s the… final death. They just … let go and stop.” A tear rolls down the side of her face and she looks so small and lost in the too-large coat that, for the first time ever, Morgan knows exactly what to do. She warps her arms around the girl, pulls her close, and after a tiny moment of hesitation, Alia snuggles into the hug and puts her head on Morgan’s shoulder.

It’s really unfair how someone who’s mentally nine can still be taller, though. 

“Thank you”, Lia whispers, her voice cracking. “I always wish that you could see them but today… today I’m glad you can’t.” 

Morgan doesn’t know how to respond to that, even if a shiver runs down her spine.

Inktober tag:

@writingwordsanddrawingpictures​ @ettawritesnstudies​ @kittensartswriting​

#inktober 2019 #inktober #creature #art #artists on tumblr #siarvenart #I originally planned something else for the second day but that turned out horrible #so this was the second try #and also the reason why I only upload it today #but heyyyy I now have a better understanding of my worldbuilding :3 #not just related to this art #but it made me think of the origins of the spirit world #and I love it #:')) #hopebeyond #hopebeyondexcerpt

[strawberriestyles]

Part 3: Candles

(BANNER MADE BY MY TALENTED SWEETIE PIE @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy)

Harry X Reader (AU)

In which you’re persuaded to help a young witch named Harry.

Read previous parts here.

Word count: 4.5k+

Author’s note: ONCE AGAIN SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT. I really hope y’all like this one. It took me months and short bouts of motivation to write. PLEASE do not forget to reblog and leave a little bit of feedback. It helps us writers out TREMENDOUSLY.

Magic. That seems the be-all and end-all. It’s what your translations are helping Harry to work, and what the two of you have decided his payment will be. Magic. In exchange for your help with his Latin, he will teach you how to harness magic. At least, as far as your mortal self can harness it.

“All beings have a li’l bit o’ magic in them,” he explained to you. “Some more than others. Witches an’ creatures have the most—more than yeh can probably imagine. But I think you have a li’l bit more than the average mortal. Maybe there was a witch somewhere in your ancestry, way back down the line.”

“Really?”

“Way down the line,” he emphasized.

But the idea was still there. You might have witch blood in you. And you had thought you couldn’t be any more enthusiastic about what you were doing.

Now, the inside of Harry’s car smells of his usual spice, but also of damp leaves and dirt. The windows have been cracked open. It’s one of the nicest days that you’ve seen since fall began, and even though the sun is descending, there’s still a subtle warmth in the air. It beats the biting chill that you’ve become accustomed to. With the soft sounds of the car’s engine and the outdoors, the even softer hum of an acoustic guitar from the stereo, you’re at risk of being lulled to sleep.

Harry puts the vehicle in park when you reach his house. The little cottage has come to offer a sort of comfort to you. Perhaps it’s the fascination that Harry and his knowledge have to offer you, or perhaps it’s only the tea that he serves you.

“C’mon,” Harry murmurs, rolling up the windows.

With a bit of effort, you unbuckle and lift yourself from the car, following Harry inside. The windows of the house have been cracked open as well. Nicks sits on the sill of an open window in the living room, peering at the little insects that float by. It smells fresh inside. Not so much clean, with the scent of dirt wafting through the air, but less shut in, less stifling. You take a deep breath and let out a yawn.

Harry glances at you as he sheds his jacket, slinging it over the arm of the couch.

"You tired?"

You shake your head, covering your mouth to hide the end of your yawn. "No, no, I'm fine."

"Y/N, no offense, but yeh look like yeh haven' slept in days." Harry cocks his head and raises an accusatory brow. "Yeh almost fell asleep in the car."

"I'm sorry," you say. It's punctuated by another louder yawn, and you lean against the wall where you're standing. "I had some pretty important exams the past couple days."

"'S fine. Yeh can take a nap upstairs an' we'll just do some work when yeh're better rested."

"Harry, I don't need—"

"Yes, yeh do." Harry wanders over to the windows and scratches at Nicks's head. You can hear her purring from across the room. "Don' need yeh mistranslating a word and makin' me blow up the whole house. Go ahead. We're not in a rush."

Despite your protests, you're relieved by the offer. You don't say another word before you slip off your own jacket and shoes, and make your way up the narrow staircase behind the couch. It's the first time you've been in Harry's bedroom, and it's just as simple as the rest of the house. A bed, a side table with a candle atop it, and a wardrobe. You wonder briefly whether the wardrobe might take you to Narnia, and then laugh to yourself as you climb into the bed. The window in here is open as well. The air temperature has begun to drop with the sun. You pull the blankets around yourself and yank them up to your chin. The bed smells like Harry. Your head has barely touched the pillow before you feel sleep pulling at you, dragging at your heavy eyelids.

You almost think you're already asleep and dreaming when you hear the stairs creak beneath someone's weight. You crack your eyes open to find Harry hovering in the doorway. He hesitates for only a short moment before making his way to the other side of the bed. He doesn't pull back the covers, only lays down beside you.

"Yeh mind?" he whispers.

You hum in response. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your body back against him. You lean into his touch and that's all you remember before sleep finally closes in.

***

Harry wakes you accidentally as his body jostles yours. You peel your eyes open and find the room dark, no light but that of the moon. Harry lifts his head beside you and hushes you when you begin to ask a question.

“Think I heard somethin’,” he whispers. His arm tightens around you in the silence and you strain your own ears.

There’s a distant sound from downstairs. Something like a cough before it becomes clearer. Retching.

“Fuck,” Harry grumbles, and then he pushes away from you, lighting the candle on the bedside table with a press of fingertips.

“What is it?” you ask, throwing back the covers. The air has chilled significantly and you shiver at the first brush of it over your skin.

“Nicks.”

Harry waits for you to climb out of bed and then tromps down the stairs with you in his wake. The candlelight is dim and you stumble into the back of the couch at the bottom of the stairs, gasping when Harry waves his hand and the small flames along the walls blaze into glowing fires which light the room. Harry takes a quick glance around and drops his head.

"No," he murmurs, raking an agitated hand through his sleep-mussed hair. "No, no, no."

Harry whips around the corner toward the kitchen and you're hot on his heels. You hear the sound of retching again when you reach the doorway and find Nicks atop the wooden table, spilling the contents of her little stomach over its surface. Flower petals and herbs litter the rest of the wood. Harry swears under his breath.

"Yeh stupid fuckin' cat," he chastises, leaning his forehead against the frame of the entry.

"I'm guessing those were important ingredients," you observe softly, hoping not to upset him any more than he already is.

"Fuckin' rare," Harry replies. He turns back to the table and his eyes glow that intimidating, fascinating blue.

"Harry," you warn, "be gentle with her."

"Took me hours to find those plants out in the woods!" he shouts, but the glow diminishes and you feel the tense muscles in your shoulders slacken. Nicks looks up from her place at the table, just long enough to catch the anger brimming around the edges of Harry's face, and has the sense to hop down and scamper out of the room.

"An' that was a week ago," Harry continues. "The closer to winter we get, the harder they get to find. Who knows if there's even anythin' left—Christ, I could just kill her." Harry spins into the hall, looking as if he might do just that.

"Harry," you say again, catching him by the elbow. "It's okay, that's what cats do. I'll help you find more, okay?"

He glances at you, struggling to relax his clenched jaw, but eventually nods. "Lucky they weren' fuckin' poisonous," he mutters under his breath as he turns once again and makes for the door on the other side of the kitchen. "Could ring her li'l neck. S'posed to be smarter than the average cat."

As he pushes into the outdoors, you have the sense to turn back into the house and collect your jackets. The kitchen smells sickly sweet and florally when you enter it again. The muddied mess that Nicks made has spread across the tabletop, seeping through the cracks where planks of wood meet, dripping mutely over the floor.

Outside, the air is brisk, and you immediately wrap yourself up before navigating into the trees after Harry. He’s still fuming, fists tense at his sides and shoulders squared. His eyes scan the forest floor for signs of the plants he needs to gather.

“Harry,” you mutter, draping his jacket over his shoulders before he can move away from you, “can you please chill out? Like, just a little?”

“I’ll ‘chill out’ once we’ve got the fuckin’ ingredients,” he snaps, “all right?” But he takes the jacket with a murmured thanks and slips his arms into it. You ignore his attitude and follow him deeper into the trees.

"What should I be looking for?"

"Most important is the bloodflower," Harry says, scanning the ground with every step he takes. "'S a really dark red. Almost black in the center an' kinda scarlet at the edges o' the petals. The rest I'll probably be able t'find close to the house. The bloodflower only shows up at night and it thrives on moonlight, but it prefers warmer weather. Tha's why I collected it weeks ago."

Harry's voice begins to rise in irritation again and you don't say anything else for fear of upsetting him further. The two of you fall into silence as you trek farther and farther from the cottage and Nicks and the ruined flowers and herbs. It feels like nearly an hour before Harry stops abruptly, staring up into the sky with a blank expression on his face. You come to stand beside him, hands stuffed into your coat pockets and chin buried in your collar to shield your skin from the cold breeze that has picked up.

"Don' have time for this bullshit," Harry whispers, closing his eyes and letting out a deeply frustrated sigh as the moon appears from the cover of a dark cloud.

You nod absently, though he's not looking at you. Your cheeks began to ache a while ago, and you've been quietly hoping that he would give up for some time. But as you turn your gaze toward the ground again, your eyes widen.

"Harry," you prod, pulling at the elbow of his jacket, "are those what you're looking for?"

At the base of a tall, bare-branched oak off to your right lays a bed of dark flowers, their edges glimmering ruby in the patches of moonlight that filter through the treetops. You move the few paces to reach them and kneel down in the dirt.

"Don' touch 'em!" Harry shouts as you stretch out a hand. His own fingers curl around the back of your coat and tug you backward rather roughly. You scramble out of his reach, startled.

"What the hell, Harry?" you gasp.

"'M sorry, 'm sorry," he mutters, holding his hands out to help you up. "Yeh can' touch 'em with your bare skin. Suck the life right outta yeh. Yeh'd be dead in ten seconds flat."

You take another glance at the flowers before reaching for Harry's offered hands and letting him pull you to your feet. "Nicks ate them though, didn't she?"

Harry nods and wipes the dirt from his palms. "She's a Familiar, though. No one's really sure what they're descended from, but they have immunity to bloodflowers. Maybe they have some Nymph or Dryad ancestry somewhere. Do yeh have some gloves?"

With a deep frown, you reach into your pockets again and pull out your gloves, handing them over. Harry slips them on despite the tight fit and squats down where you were kneeling, carefully tearing up a handful of bloodflowers by the stems. When he rises beside you, you find that the stems are spotted with sharp thorns like roses. Another cloud passes in front of the moon and you watch, entranced, as the leftover flowers on the forest floor curl in on themselves, retreating from the darkness. The plucked flowers in Harry's gloved hand, however, remain open and beautiful.

"Weird," you whisper. Harry cracks a smile, his mood visibly lifted since he's found his most elusive ingredient.

"Let's get back, then."

***

The fragrances of varied flora fill the kitchen, sharp, putrid, and unexpectedly bitter. Nicks’s mess has been cleaned. Harry grinds a mixture of herbs and flowers by hand, pulverizing them with a mortar and pestle that appear ancient and foreign. You’re almost afraid to ask him about them—they could be made from human bones for all you know—so you refrain.

Nicks, hoping to be back in Harry’s good graces, paces back and forth in the doorway, flicking her tail behind her. She lets out a soft meow every once in a while, but Harry pays her no mind.

“So what really is a Familiar?” you wonder aloud. “What do they do?”

“They’re like all-around sidekicks,” Harry answers with a chuckle. “Lot o’ witches end up pretty lonely. Familiars are companions, assistants, protectors. Help to gather ingredients and things like that, ward off hexes and harmful spells.”

“And how does a witch end up with one?”

“‘S kind of weird.” Harry chuckles again. “But I’ll tell yeh if yeh really wanna know.”

You nod encouragingly, and Harry pauses to add yet another sprinkle of a new plant to the mix. He begins to grind the ingredients together once more.

“Well, ‘s a toss up whether you’ll get a male or female. But the cool thing about relationships between witches is tha’ there’s always a female Familiar involved. Could both be females, or one could be male, but yeh know yeh’re not with the right person yet if there are two males.”

“So, like soulmates,” you suggest. “If you’re soulmates there has to be a female Familiar in the mix.”

“If yeh wanna think of it that way, sure,” Harry agrees with a smirk. “When the woman gets pregnant, the Familiar does too.”

“But you said there could be two female Familiars.”

Harry raises an eyebrow at you and sets the mortar and pestle down for the first time in what feels like a half hour. “Know what I said.”

“So what, the cat’s just pregnant?” You scoff. “Like the Virgin Mary or something?”

“‘M not very familiar with Christianity, but if that’s how it happens, yeah.”

Your mouth drops open. “I was joking.”

Harry grins at you and tries to smooth a stray chunk of hair from his face with the back of his flower-stained hand.

You frown and turn to look at Nicks, who sits staring at you, her tail flicking as it usually does when she’s in your presence.

“What about gays?”

Harry turns to the sink to rinse off his hands, but you see his brow furrow. “What about ‘em?”

“How do the kids of gay witches get Familiars? They can’t have them. Does it work for adoption, too?”

“No.”

“What, so magic is homophobic?”

Harry chuckles beneath his breath. “D’yeh hear yourself?”

“You just said they don’t get Familiars.”

“They’re adopted,” Harry says. “Chances are they’re not witches, an’ if they are, they’ll already have a Familiar.”

“Oh,” you mumble, pressing your lips together, “right.”

“Familiars aren’ always cats, though,” Harry continues, as though you haven’t been dumbstruck. “Can be any animal, really. M’ dad’s is an iguana.”

“You’re telling me that an iguana gave birth to that cat?” You point almost accusatorially toward Nicks.

Harry lets out a bark of laughter as he turns to leave the room. “Was m’ mum’s Familiar that had Nicks,” he corrects as he exits into the hall and rounds the corner.

You stick in the kitchen, leaning against the back of a chair. Nicks follows Harry into the living room, where you can hear him turning the thick pages of a book—probably the book. You tilt your head back to stare up at the textured ceiling.

“So, what about mortals?” you ask. At first, you think he doesn’t hear you, but then he grunts and snaps the book shut. His footsteps sound as he returns to the kitchen.

“Mortals?” he prompts, staring down at a paper in his hand.

“Yeah, say a witch ends up with a mortal. They don’t have Familiars. What happens then?”

Harry lifts his eyes to yours and leans against the frame of the entryway, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Doesn’ happen very often,” he answers. “I don’ know a single couple like that. But I would assume, if they were supposed t’ end up together, the witch would have a female Familiar and it would work pretty much the same way."

"But if I have witch blood in my ancestry like you think, shouldn't I have a Familiar too, then?"

Harry licks his lips. "Not if the witch in your ancestry had a male Familiar."

"So, what you're saying," you begin, "is that whoever it was had a kid outside of their 'soulmate' sort of relationship? Like, not with the person that magic said they were supposed to end up with?"

"Smart girl. Now—" Harry moves into the kitchen again and lays out his piece of paper on the table. Nicks, in her nosy way, has followed him, and twines herself between his legs. "Think I've gotten all the ingredients for this one, but I could be wrong. There was just a paragraph a' the end there that I couldn' really make out."

You settle your palms on the tabletop and take a quick glance over the sheet of paper. With each passing translation, the Latin has seemed to grow more difficult, more complex and intricate. Harry's scribbles have transformed from short words and chopped sentences to a full paragraph of text.

"I'm confused," you mutter after a minute or so.

Harry, nosy yet patient, has positioned himself at your shoulder, watching your fingers trail over his handwriting. He raises his eyebrows.

"Are yeh stumped?" he asks. "Hmm. Maybe I need t'start lookin' for a new translator. If yeh can'—"

"Shut up." You cut him off with a huff of breath and the amused quirk to his lips only serves to infuriate you. Perhaps it's the lack of sleep still gnawing at you. "I can read it just fine, thank you. I'm just confused about what it means."

"Well, how 'bout we start with what it actually says," Harry suggests. You have to make an effort to keep your tone even.

“Blood drawn with love,” you reveal. "It says you need blood drawn with love. What the fuck does that even mean?"

Harry grins at your agitation and turns to the stove, lighting a burner in his usual flashy manner and placing a closed pot on top of the flame.

"We'll worry about tha' when we get to it," he says, and the mystery of everything grates on your already sensitive nerves.

"What's in the pot?" you ask, ready to snap if he refuses to answer this question too.

"Tallow."

“Tallow?”

“Yeah. Animal fat.”

You wrinkle up your nose. You're surprised at the straightforwardness of his answer, but also confused.

"What are we doing with tallow?"

"Makin' candles."

"Candles?"

"Candles."

Harry smiles at you again and when you don't smile back he sighs. "D'yeh want me t'make yeh some tea again? Seem upset. Tense."

"No, I don't want any of your weird tea. I wanna know why we're making candles."

"Makin' candles for the spell," he says calmly.

Despite your protest, he's digging through the cupboard above the sink, lighting another burner, pulling out the familiar ingredients for his soothing tea. You cross your arms across your chest.

"Relax," coaxes Harry. "Please. 'M not actin' any different than usual, you're just tired. Still can' tell yeh everything about the spell, okay? But you'll figure everythin' out once it's put together next week."

"Next week?"

"Halloween. Tha's when the full spell goes into effect. Now, please drink this."

Harry hands you a steaming mug of tea. You're amazed at how quickly he's come to make it, without much thought at all, it seems. You take the drink from him and just the warmth of the cup on your fingers seems to help your muscles settle.

"Okay," Harry says once you've taken a few cautious sips and he's watched the frustration in your face smooth out. He opens up his pot of tallow and stirs it with a wooden spoon. "Can yeh hand me tha' bowl? Don' touch the bloodflowers."

You set your tea down and grab the mortar full of its ground up plants, passing it to Harry, who dumps the contents into his melted tallow and stirs everything together. Steam rises from the pot, filling the room with a sort of aromatic haze that makes you even more tired than you already were.

Harry looks silently down at Nicks for the first time since you've returned to the house. With a flick of her tail and a short mew, she hops up onto the table, biting the head off of a bloodflower and jumping over to the counter beside the stove. You've never seen this type of interaction between the two of them. It's almost as though he's spoken to her the same way he asked you for the herbs. She drops the full flower into the pot and then sits back on her haunches, purring elatedly when Harry finally pays her some attention and scratches at her cheek.

As you watch from the other side of him, Harry stirs the tallow. The bloodflower dissolves right into the concoction and the liquid wax transforms from a pale yellow to a red that's so bright and vibrant, you're unconvinced that it's not actual blood.

"Yeh feel better now?" Harry asks, resting the spoon against the side of the pot. He turns his attention away from the stove and faces you. When you look back up at him, you're suddenly very aware of the close proximity, of the blue that still rings his irises, thought it's not currently glowing. "Yeh had enough tea?"

You give him a soft nod.

"'S good," he says, placing a hand on your hip. The fingers of his other hand cup the side of your jaw, and though you can feel it coming, you still gasp as he presses his mouth strongly, confidently to yours.

Your surprise doesn't keep you from gripping at his arms and returning his kiss. You're sure that somewhere in the room the candle mixture is bubbling and Nicks is pointedly annoyed, but your eyes have crept shut and you can't hear anything but your own blood pumping in your ears, the soft parting of Harry's lips from yours before they return with a vengeance. He backs you into the wall beside the counter, wrapping his arm around your waist to tug your hips against him. His other hand slips to the back of your neck, holding you steady as he sighs and tilts his head to kiss you deeper.

Your fingers tighten on Harry's arms as you try to keep up. It's like he's spent his entire life perfecting the way to make you melt, and you just can't seem to catch your breath. His tongue teases at the corner of your mouth. Your lips part and he fits his own between them, pulling on your lower lip. Your breath shakes.

And then his teeth clamp down sharply.

You shove Harry forcefully away from you as your tingling lip bursts with sudden pain. When you open your eyes, he's looking at you blankly. The daze of your kiss doesn't keep you from feeling the constant sting in your mouth. You lift your fingers to the source and when you pull them away, blood is spreading over the skin. You swipe your tongue across your lips and taste copper.

"What the fuck, Harry?" you whisper, lifting your other hand to your face as a drop of blood trails down your chin.

Harry doesn't say anything as he approaches the stove again and spits into the bubbling pot. A mess of black smoke rises up into the air, but you're too preoccupied to wonder.

"C'mere," Harry says quietly, and when you look up he's standing in front of you again, his hand reaching for your face. You turn away from him, swiping at his hand. He catches your wrist and his other hand takes hold of your chin, his thumb cleaning away a line of blood. Before you can do anything more to protest, his lips are back on yours, gently this time, just barely grazing the skin. Your eyes don't close. Harry raises a brow at you and presses one more slow, gentle kiss to your mouth. When he pulls back the pain has dulled, the blood stopped. His fingers brush against the side of your neck and somehow you find yourself relaxing.

"'Blood drawn with love,'" Harry quotes when he realizes that you won't be speaking first.

You shake your head quickly, face screwing up. "I don't love you," you tell him with conviction. "I've known you for three weeks."

Harry chuckles and nods. You shiver despite yourself as his fingers lower to trace your collarbone, struggling to keep your eyes open and steady on him.

“Lots o’ spells are pretty straightforward. Some of ‘em are more vague. The vague ones are usually pretty lenient with their requirements,” he informs you. "And for the record, I don' love you either."

Your frown deepens.“Well, couldn’t I have made you bleed?”

“Doesn’ work like that." Harry takes a careful step closer to you dipping his head into your shoulder. His lips follow his fingers along your collarbone. You shiver again. It's frustrating, but you have to tilt your head back against the wall and clench your hands into fists to keep from pulling on him again. "Can’ harvest ingredients from the speller," he utters against the base of your throat, "unless it specifically tells yeh to.”

When Harry finally releases you and takes a step back to lean against the table, you're glaring at him.

“Wha’? Yeh still mad abou' the bite? Listen, I—”

“Don’t say ‘harvest,’" you tell him with a shake of your head. You're sort of embarrassed by how easily you've folded and forgiven him. But your lip feels unmarred already, the taste of coppery blood replaced by the taste of Harry. You take a deep breath. "Makes me feel like a field of fucking corn. Or the dove that they kill in witch movies.”

"Dove?" Harry smiles smugly. "I like tha'. But I won' kill yeh, my dove." He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, spreading wet kisses over the back.

Your own teeth settle into your lower lip. You're charmed. And irritated. You don't want to be this easily molded, like wet clay, putty in his adept fingers.

“Will yeh help me pour this into molds?” Harry asks, lowering your hand but steering you back toward the stove. When you glance inside the pot, you find that the contents have turned an ominous, absorbing black.

You nod, taking the handful of wicks that he hands to you.

“These special wicks too?” you wonder aloud.

“I bought ‘em at the craft store.”

“I didn’t think you knew what a craft store was,” you inform him with a soft laugh.

“‘M a witch,” he says with a grin, “not a hermit. Now, let’s pour these candles so you can go back to bed.”

Part 4: Pentagram

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OhmToonz: I’ll Be Home For Christmas

I’m not sure if I’m going to get all of these done today because I’m probably getting too into this. I know I’ll deff get one more done, but I also wanna get some work done on Chapter 13 for Libahunt so we’ll see what the rest of the night holds. 

So until then, here ya go!

Ohmtoonz: “There’s a storm and omg I’m losing signal are you okay?? hold on let me drive 489432 miles to get you the night before Christmas”

“You’re stuck?” Ryan let out a sigh at the repeat of his words, glancing out the window of the common room of his college dormitory. His feet were buried in his bunny slippers, which had been unpacked from his suitcase. Snow poured down in the darkness, adding to the silence of the empty room. Most of the people in the dormitory had already left for the holiday season, but Ryan had been asked to stay behind as a Resident Assistant. “How the fuck are you stuck on campus on Christmas Eve?!”

“The storm came in earlier than I expected it to, and I can’t get to the train.” The night before had been a cluster in the college, as news of a terrible snowstorm heading their way made people leave early. He’d let the other RAs Momo and Squirrel leave the day before, knowing that both had large families that would be distraught if the freshmen weren’t able to make it back for the holidays. Being a senior meant he had less anxiety over the winter break, having done it plenty of times before. But the winter storm waited for nobody, and the dark clouds had come in much earlier than predicted by the weatherman. By the time Ryan had helped the last student out of the dormitory and done his rounds, the snow was up to his calves, and still coming down. It was pointless to try and trek the mile to the train station, especially when he didn’t even know if they were still running.  

“So you’re going to be stuck there for Christmas?” His best friend’s voice over the phone sounded strained, and Ryan blinked before he snuggled closer to the couch and sighed.

“The school’s sidewalks aren’t going to be their first priority to plow because there’s almost nobody else here. I might be able to get out tomorrow, but I’ll probably just wait until the snow fully stops.”

“You can’t just not come home. We’re supposed to go out to breakfast tomorrow, it’s a tradition!” And Ryan knew it was, no matter how far away from home he currently was. A two-hour drive and that was without the crappy conditions. Yet Ryan had made the trek every time in order to see Luke, the one constant in his life. Friends from school were nice, and the boyfriends he’d tried to date were always a pleasant distraction (from feelings he didn’t wanna talk about), but Luke was the one person that he always knew would be there without question. It’d been like that since there were thirteen and muddy from wrestling by the pond near their street.

It’d been how Luke had stolen his heart. 

“I’m sorry, Toonzy.” He hoped that his softer tone would show how sad he really was over missing the tradition. Christmas was a busy time for Luke, having a lot of friends and family to check in with. Ryan didn’t have that problem, as he’d stopped talking to his own toxic parents three years ago. Christmas morning breakfast was the only time the two carved out just for each other, and his stomach ached at thinking he’d have to miss his favorite part of the season.

“Is this because of last time?” The question came out of nowhere, and Ryan wasn’t sure the context despite flipping it over in his head.

“Last time?”

“When I-” A pause in the conversation was odd for Luke, and Ryan realized it was a technical glitch when fragments of his sentence came in. “--I won’t--just hold--soon.”

“Luke?” But nothing but static hit his ears, making Ryan sigh and end the call. He’d been hoping to convince Toonz to live stream a movie with him so he wouldn’t feel so alone, but it didn’t look like Luke was in a good place with service. Instead, Ryan shuffled his stuff back up to his room, ignoring the quiet that rung in his ears when burrowing under his covers and opening his Netflix to the Marvel movie selections. The bed felt cold despite the comforter, and Ryan wondered if it was more mental than temperature as he tried to focus on the movie playing on his screen. Picking the longest one he could find, Ryan pressed closer to his blankets and hoped that the empty feeling in his stomach would go away soon.

The end of the movie came fast, Ryan letting the attractive men and amazing fighting distract him. By the time Steve Rogers said his final line of failure, Ryan was half asleep, phone lazily clutched in his hand and nearly dropping off the bed. He was sure that sleep would claim him until a sudden vibration in his hand shook his away, Ryan yelping as his motion sent him and his computer crashing into the floor. Panic set in when he checked on his laptop, relieved to see the credits still rolling without a hint of damage. Focusing back on the thing that woke up, Ryan glanced back to the phone, mood lifting when seeing Luke’s name crossing his screen.

“Toonzy, you found service?” He asked, trying to hide his yawn when glancing to his clock. It was close to midnight, and Ryan guessed that Luke had managed to get back home from wherever he had been before. Maybe a party, from how long he was missing? He knew that Luke was spending his Christmas holiday with others. Their neighborhood always had a Christmas Eve party, and Toonz was probably warmed with spiced cider and happy memories of the holiday. The thought burned Ryan more than he wanted to admit. It wasn’t his friend’s fault that he was stranded. He had no right to be jealous, and yet here he was with clenched fists and a wounded heart.  

“I got service about an hour ago, but I didn’t wanna call while I was driving through this shit. Seriously, did mother nature decide all the fucking snow had to come in one night?” That made Ryan laugh, knowing how much Luke hated driving in the snow. It helped ease some of his bitterness away, leaning his back against his bed.

“Now you see why I couldn’t get home.”

“The fuck you can’t.” The statement threw Ryan off, and a weird noise bubbled from his throat loud enough for Luke to chuckle and continue. “Look outside, Ohm.”

“...No way.” Ryan’s feet were moving before he could get the words out, nearly tripping over themselves when they pushed up to the dorm window. His breath fogged up the glass for a moment, but he wiped it away with his sleeve in order to see what Luke was talking about. There, barely visible in the snow, was his best friend. Bundled up in ridiculous amounts of clothing and knitted accessories, yes, but still there.

“Luke, wh-what are you doing? Are you crazy?!” Ryan gasped out, already rushing to grab his shoes. Thankful he wore socks to bed, he jammed his feet into the boots before rushing out of the room, barely catching his friend’s response as he darted down the stairs.

“I wasn’t going to leave you here all alone on Christmas. Seeing you Christmas morning is my favorite part of the whole fucking holiday. Nothing’s cuter than that half-asleep face covered in maple syrup and eggs.” Ryan’s cheeks burned from emotion and exertion as he made it down the final few stairs, sprinting through the common room to get to the locked door at the front of the dormitory. Yanking it open, Ryan froze at Luke’s face peeking out from the scarf, which Toonz yanked out of the way before giving a hesitant smile. “About time you got out here, I was freezing my balls off.”

“It’s just breakfast,” Ryan blurted out, hands already reaching for Luke’s jacket despite not knowing if he wanted to push him back to his car to pull him closer for warmth. “You’ve got...so many family members and friends-”

“Christmas isn’t Christmas without the guy you’re in love with.” Their eyes met after Luke’s declaration, Ohm unable to close his mouth from shock. The roll of Luke’s eyes and huff of white air proved he thought the expression was unnecessary, hands grabbing Ryan’s wrists. “Yeah I know, don’t talk about it-”

“Wa-Wait, what? Don’t...what?” Ryan asked, not sure if he was dreaming. Did Luke just casually toss out that he was in love with Ryan? Sure that this wasn’t real, Ryan watched Luke hide a wince, shoulders slumping in a way that felt nothing like the confident, beautiful man he was used to.

“Last year, after breakfast? The card I gave you with your hoodie?” The words were spoken like Ryan should have had a clue, and he sort of did. Like tradition demanded, the two exchanged presents after breakfast was over, but neither were allowed to open the gift until after they got home. Ryan remembered the gift, his favorite hoodie which was now worn out from how often he wore it, but he had no idea what card his friend was speaking about. Luke didn’t look interested in reading the confusion on his face when he continued. “I got the message pretty clear when you didn’t say a word about it when we saw each other on New Years Eve.”

“Luke, what card?” Ryan forced out, getting to see his friend show confusion for the first time in the conversation.

“The one I put in the box, under the tissue paper.”     

“Luke, I was so happy about the personalized hoodie, I didn’t look in the box for more stuff. I’m pretty sure I just threw everything else away right after so I could wear the hoodie for the rest of the day.” Ryan spoke honestly, his heart racing when seeing Luke’s eyes widen after his response.

“You didn’t see the card.”

“So you drove all this way...”

“It was thrown away.”

“You thought I was avoiding you?” 

“You didn’t even know I-

“Luke, do you love me?” Ryan asked, hands releasing the lapels of his friend’s jacket to cup his cold face. The snow was covering them now, soaking through Ryan’s flimsy shirt and soaking his hair. But none of it mattered when he stared up at Luke, who couldn’t seem to maintain eye contact until Ryan spoke again. “Please, tell me you love me.”

“Of course I love you. Everyone knows it.” Except Ryan, who couldn’t stop his emotions from bubbling through his chest. Eyes blinked back tears of disbelief and joy, Ryan sure his sob of happiness seemed painful when Luke’s face crumbled. “Ohm, don’t cry. It’s fine, I’m not asking for shit I know I can’t have-”

“I love you so much.” 

“...What?” 

“I love you, Luke. I love you!” Ryan’s words felt like a dam releasing, laughing despite the tears falling down his face. Unable to resist the temptation he’d fought back for years, Ryan pushed up to his tiptoes, kissing Luke to prove his words weren’t a mirage. It was a slow burn of a connection, mouths quiet yet needy as they pressed closer together. Hands that hadn’t reached for Ryan now clambered to his waist, pulling him hard into the toned body of Luke. His own thumbs smoothed over Cartoonz’s face, as if committing him to memory while drowning in their kiss. They pulled away slowly, though Luke didn’t go far, brushing his nose against Ryan’s gently before pressing their foreheads together.

“Shit, that felt right.” Luke’s words of awe had Ryan giggling, content to relax in the arms that were circling his body and warming him up.

“Worth the drive?” Ryan asked, feeling the grin against his lips when Luke leaned forward to whisper into the new kiss.

“To bring you home to me? Every fucking time.”

Okay so this was a little bit of fluff and angst but TOTALLY still sweet so don’t yell at me! So as always, like, reblog, and let me know what you think <3

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[nam-nam-joon]

comfortable

Pairing: taehyung x reader

Genre: fluff

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings: cuddling, otherwise none~

Summary: you initially go over to polish the balcony of your neighbour, who then invites you to stay for lunch - and a nap afterwards

The sun had climbed high enough in the sky to fully shine its light on the tiny balcony you currently occupied, surrounded by pots, flowers both dead and barely alive. Accompanied by a small shovel and a sack of soil you’d spent the last hours trying to save what could be saved concerning the plants that had sat the winter long in the pots hanging on your neighbour’s handrail; receiving nothing but a thin sheet of snow and the unrelenting pecks of birds.

The stack of newspapers under your shins served as a pillow against the cold floor, and you took a moment to shuffle around to sit back on it more comfortably.

Taehyung had put cheap bamboo wrapping around the metal bars running around the edges of the little outside space and it provided a great shield against the, admittedly, still freezing breeze. It was nearing April now and the wind had yet to change from biting cheeks to caressing the little flowers peeking their heads out from the ground. You, however, were currently comfortably warm bathed in the bright light.

Several bones popped as you stretched your back out.

Dirt collected under your fingernails and in the creases of your hands.

You didn’t really bother wiping them clean, not just yet. There was still a weak little bush of lavender needing assistance; but before you could reach for were it currently lay between the repotted catnip and fuchsia, the glass door in your back opened.

The smell of something delicious wafted outside together with a gush of heated air.

Taeyhung’s head peeked out and down on you, a grin stealing on his features as he observed you lazily blinking up at him.

“Remind me again which of us is the cat?” He asked, amused. You chuckled and stretched your legs.

“It’s really nice out here. Warm, sunny… very pleasant. Also, fresh air. You should try it sometime, does wonders for your body.”

He wrinkled his nose in fake disgust before his face momentarily vanished back inside.

Moments later it popped out again, together with the rest of him.

In his hands were two glasses of juice, one of which he graciously extended toward you.

You accepted with a word of thanks and took a sip.

“You’re almost done?” He noted after a moment of quiet; intelligent eyes running over the mess you made on his tiles. You nodded.

“Yup. Sorted out everything that was beyond saving and put it in that basket over there, everything else is in these pots here. Only gotta put your lavender back now. When it gets warmer you can go out and shop for replacements for your… whatever that stuff with the long little branches and loads of dead little leafs was.”

He leaned back against the closed door and nodded, gaze still taking in the shrubbery while his tail softly swished back and forth behind him.

It flicked abruptly, just before he opened his mouth.

“Do you want to stay for lunch? I made noodles and soup, and there’s some leftover from the take-away BBQ I had yesterday evening. More than enough for two.”

You finished your juice and leaned forward to place the empty glass on the railing to the side. Taehyung’s eyes followed your movement and his left arm, with its hand stuck into his pants’ pocket, twitched.

He ignored the amused raise of your eyebrow and his ears turned backwards.

“Is that a thank-you for saving your greenery?”

His hand, half on the way to the glass, changed course and came up to rub his neck as his eyes finally met your gaze again.

“If you want to? Although you’re probably doing only yourself a favour here; I can’t say I care that much about them…”

“Evidently.” You tsked, soothing the harsh comment with an easy smile. “Nah, my pleasure. And yes, I’d love to grab a bite. Got some work done?”

He seemed to pause briefly before finally picking up your empty glass. “I- Yeah. It’s still way too many files to look through and write emails, but- It’s less now.”

“Some nice people with the applications?”

His strong eyebrows creased the skin between them.

“A few. Most of them don’t immediately fall out, but it’s the other documents you have to really look out for if you want to weed out those who don’t, y’know, really want to help.”

You nodded in understanding and turned back to the helpless lavender still lying on the floor.

Taehyung lingered a while longer but then returned back inside with a swish of his tail, leaving you to his pots once more.

He kept quiet during your lunch, after you’d scrubbed your hands clean and brushed a few stray leafs out of your hair.

“Everything alright?” You asked, after both of you had picked up your spoons and started eating a few mouthfuls.

He chewed on a piece of vegetable and stared into the foggy liquid for a while. When he lifted his head and his tawny eyes found yours you noticed how worn out he looked.

The shaded rings around his eyes and the slightly matted hair hadn’t been noticeable in the bright sunlight.

“Tae?”

“-Yes.” He hurried to answer, hiding a yawn behind his palm. “Yeah, I’m just- just tired.”

He shot you a quick, unconvincing upturn of his lip’s corners before picking his bowl up again and continue eating.

“Maybe you should take the afternoon off. Have some rest.”

As soon as the words had left your lips you saw the shift in his face, the hardening of the muscles around his jaw.

“I can’t. We have so many young ones in the shelter at the moment - we can’t afford- I can’t afford to keep them waiting for too long. They need good families, as soon as possible.”

“Okay.” Your voice was deliberately soft after his outburst. He sighed and avoided looking you, and so you reached out with your right to cover his left hand gently.

His fingers twitched but he didn’t pull away.

The tension in his shoulders eased somewhat, up until the point that his ears rose from where they had flattened to his scalp as his gaze slowly rose to yours.

“If I can help in any way - please let me know. Okay? I’m always here, just across the hall.”

A tired, but this time genuine, smile, stole on his face as he tilted his head and gave you a long look.

“I know. Thank you. You’re an awesome neighbour.”

You grinned.

“I sure hope so. Otherwise it’d be a shame if some of your new pots would magically find themselves on the terrace three stories down, hmm?”

One of his eyebrows quirked up.

“Are you insinuating you’d - you’d push them over the edge?” His eyes narrowed. “Not funny.”

The boxy smile contradicted the serious tone of his voice greatly and you laughed.

Without him needing to ask, you picked up the dishtowel and began to dry the bowls that he placed dripping wet on the little rack.

The small smile he send in thanks warmed your insides.

Now and then you could hear a faint tune from the radio in the next room, playing calm pop music. Even the street below his kitchen window was almost devoid of cars passing by; only the occasional couple or warmly wrapped individual sauntering past.

You felt his presence on your right as he joined you standing next to the window, looking down.

The warmth on his face as he took in yours made you smile.

He opened his mouth, caught sight of something on the upper right part of your hair, and paused.

There was a quick glance of his pointy canines as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down on it before seeming to overcome the struggle taking place inside.

“Do you- Would you mind, uh- You wanna stay for a nap?”

The shyness was new, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t somewhat endearing.

Work must have really worn him down.

"Sure. The couch?"

Visibly relieved by your positive reaction, the cat hybrid’s tail flicked as he turned towards the living room.

“I would take the bed, usually, but with the sun… we could place the cushions on the floor and? With, with a blanket?”

You inclined your head with a small smile. “Works for me.”

The cushions turned out to be a lot smaller for two people than expected, but after you’d given Taehyung your Okay that you didn’t mind body contact he wrapped his limbs around you, pulled himself almost completely on top of you.

After a bit of shuffling he finally rested his head next to yours, one of his arms lying across your upper chest, one leg hooked around yours.

“Want me to pet your hair?”

The quiet "Yes" almost escaped your ears.

You felt the small shiver running through him at your words and suppressed a smile. Your neighbour of the past year was more like a cat than he liked to admit, sometimes.

It took you a moment to find out where he liked your fingers rubbing soothing circles into his hair the most, lightly scratching the base of his ears, and carding through the locks at the nape of his neck, to getting him to fully relax.

The thin tail snaking around your upper thigh was the first sign you did something right, before Taehyung drifted off far enough to no longer care if he purred or not.

Day to day you hardly ever saw him embracing the animal side of him, whether it be curling his lips over his teeth but refraining to hiss when a car drove through a puddle near him and splattered him with muddy water, nor purring in comfortable situations. Or at all.

Now, you held your breath, fingers pressing down on the spot above where his ears would have been, had they been human.

The sound was minimal at first, started as a soft rumble deep down in his chest. Under your administrations it rose to a steady vibration that travelled through his body into yours, the spot where his chin met your shoulder almost tingling.

He sighed and adjusted his position, hand tightening on your side, pulling you further into him. The leg on top of yours stretched minimally before settling back into its place, his hips rolling forward once without any determination behind it.

The steady rise and fall of his purring, together with the warmth of his body and the blanket on top of you lulled you in.

The sunbeams streaming through the windows bathed your little pile into an island of light, the walls and rest of the room slinking back in shadow.

You risked a glance sideways.

Taehyung was so beautiful.

His lashes fanned over his cheekbones, his lips slightly parted for breathing.

He must have forgone shaving this morning; you could see the thick stubbles of his whiskers dotting the skin next to his nostrils as well as the thinner ones of his would-be human scruff peppering his upper lip and over his chin.

Something tugged softly on your heart.

Your hand dropped from his hair to his cheek, caressing the soft skin there.

He licked over his lips and tucked his head in, rubbing his cheek against your touch in his sleep.

“Get some rest, Tae-Tae. You deserve it.”

You whispered, foreheads only parted by an inch.

“As long as you don’t go anywhere.”

His voice was thick, words slurred by sleep, and you doubted he was fully awake.

Nonetheless did it surprise you; the absence of his purring making the room sound weirdly quiet all of a sudden.

“I won’t.” And you picked up carding his hair again, Taehyung slipping back into a deeper slumber. When his purring resumed you felt heavy, deciding to give into sleep as well.

You blinked your eyes open an indefinite amount of time later.

The world was warm and you felt pleasantly heavy.

Upon attempting to move you found Taeyhung had now completely made himself comfortable on top of you. His face rested in the crook of your neck, breath hot and a bit wet against your skin, while his left hand held onto the pillow under your head next to your face.

“Taehyung.”

You placed a hand on his side, feeling the resistance of his last rib and then the firm softness of his waist below.

He grumbled in response.

“Shouldn’t we get up?”

He groaned, pressing down on you and adjusting into a more comfortable position, as if that would be answer enough.

“Hey.”

You gently rocked him from side to side, all the movement you could muster at this point.

“Do you have any idea how distracting you look, sitting out there, taking care of my stuff and potting my plants?”

His voice was raspy and deep, muffled by both your pullover covering your shoulder and the blanket.

“No.” You answered truthfully, fingernails running over his scalp once more.

He groaned in satisfaction.

Then he lifted his head, as if remembering your position, your person.

The purr building in the back of his throat died down.

He blinked.

“And your pets are criminally good.” He narrowed his eyes. “Have you been practicing on a hybrid I don’t know about?”

You grinned at the suspicious look on his face.

“I swear, I’ve been true and faithful. You are my one and only.”

His ears turned back and the apples of his cheeks slightly deepened in colour.

You laughed out loud, as best as you could with his considerable weight on your chest.

“Okay Kitkat, off now. I really need to use the bathroom. Don’t you have work to do, too?”

With a begrudging sigh he gave you free, sheepishly blinking at you with half his face buried in your pillow.

The end of a grin was visible on his lips.

“‘Kitkat’?” He repeated, voice caught somewhere between an amused snort and touched.

You knelt next to the pile, studying his face before he rolled on his back, taking the blanket with him and pulling it over his face until all that was visible were his eyes.

“You don’t like it?”

“No, I… I do. I do.”

“Then yes. Kitkat.”

As you left the room you could hear Taeyhung mumbling the nickname to himself.

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[24stiles920]

Wolf Moon

Teen Wolf Rewrite

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Ages 16+, swearing,

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or Harry Potter. I am just borrowing the spells and potions from the wonderful Harry Potter Universe, not stealing them.

Words: 7512

A/N: So here is my new rewrite! As you can see things are a little different, but some things are the same. I really hope you like it, and stick with me through this adventure.

Series Masterlist

Season 1 Masterlist

“Lumos.” I whispered clearly, holding my wand over the book that I wanted to read. The tip of my wand lit up, allowing me to read the words of Harry Potter, a book that was near and dear to me.

JK Rowling was a witch like me, and she decided to make a cover for our species by writing the Harry Potter series. Most of the book’s elements were fictional, like the candy, the schools, the government, and the age restrictions, but the spells and potions were real.

There were very few witches and wizards left in America, my dad and I being two of them, as they were hunted down by families of supernatural hunters. Families like the Argents, who didn’t care if they were splitting families apart just because someone was a little bit different than them.

Creak!

I perked up anxiously at the loud noise outside my bedroom, just past the French doors that led to my balcony.

I slowly stood from my massive bed, hid my wand, (mahogany, 9 ½ inches, unicorn hair), and approached the doors, opening them cautiously.

“Stiles!” I exclaimed as I witnessed the boy climbing over the railing of the balcony.

“I’m here, too.” A voice to my left made me jump about fifty feet in the air.

“Scott!” I whispered harshly. “What the hell are you guys doing?”

“You weren’t answering your phone.” Stiles complained, standing up and towering over my five-foot frame.

“And you decided to come here, why?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Look, I know it’s late, but you gotta hear this.” Stiles started, holding up his hands. “I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They’re bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police.”

“For what?” I asked, a little interested.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods.” Stiles answered.

“A dead body.” Scott added.

I gave Scott a deadpan look, to which he looked away sheepishly.

“Like murdered?” I guessed, looking back to Stiles.

“Nobody knows yet.” Stiles shrugged, putting his hands on his hips. “Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.”

“Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?” I asked curiously.

“That’s the best part.” Stiles said excitedly. “They only found half.”

“How in the hell is that the best part?” I pursed my lips at him.

“I don’t know, but we’re going.”

-

“Are we seriously doing this?” I questioned as the three of us got out of Stiles’ jeep.

“You’re the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town.” Stiles joked, patting me on the shoulder as he passed me, turning on the flashlight.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Scott gave me an assuring glance. “He got me up, too.”

“You were awake!” Stiles protested.

“I was trying to get a good night’s sleep before practice tomorrow.” Scott replied scathingly.  

“Right, cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort.” Stiles scoffed.

“No, because I’m playing this year.” Scott informed us. “In fact, I’m making first line.”

“Hey, that’s the spirit.” Stiles exclaimed sarcastically. “Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.”

“Stiles, be nice.” I scolded, elbowing him in the ribs. “At least Scott’s out there trying to follow his dreams.”

“Yeah, Stiles.” Scott mocked from behind me. I rolled my eyes. Boys.

“I’m following my dreams, thank you very much.” Stiles insisted. “My dream is to find this body, so shut up and keep looking.”

I huffed and kept my eyes peeled, looking down at the ground for the body. We walked in silence until Scott spoke up, clearly not caring about Stiles’ rule.

“Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?” Scott asked.

“Huh!” Stiles laughed nervously. “I didn’t even think about that.”

“Are you kidding me, Stiles?” I asked harshly, sending him a glare. I was about to take my wand out of my rain boot and full-body-bind him when Scott spoke again.

“And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?”

“Also something I didn’t think about.” Stiles acknowledged as he started up a small, but steep hill.

“It’s comforting to know you’ve planned this out with your usual attention to detail.” I spat, out of breath as I climbed after him, glancing at his ass out of the corner of my eye.

“I know.” Stiles called out.

“Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?” Scott wheezed from behind us, causing me to turn around to find him collapsed against a tree, using his inhaler.

Stiles ignored him though, grabbing my hand and dragging me down to the muddy ground to look at the group of lights up ahead. Scott dropped down next to us, effectively squishing me in the middle.

“Wait, come on!” Stiles exclaimed, grabbing me again and pulling me to my feet. He started running, and, not wanting to be left behind with a killer on the loose, I followed him, ignoring Scott’s calls.

“Stiles, Y/N!” Scott yelped. “Wait up! Stiles! Y/N!”

Stiles and I turned around to look for Scott, but fell to the ground, surprised, when a dog barked at us.

“Woah!” I shrieked, flailing my arms as Stiles rolled on the ground.

Stiles eventually got a hold of himself and stood before offering me a hand up like a true gentleman.

“Hold it right there!” Someone yelled harshly at us. I squinted in the sudden bright light to see that it was a cop screaming at us.

“Hang on, hang on.” I heard the tell-tale drawl of Noah Stilinski, other wise known as the sheriff of Beacon Hills and Stiles’ father. We were in deep shit. “These little delinquents belong to me.”

Stiles grabbed my hand and pulled my arm, heaving me to my feet with surprising strength. I wiped the mud off my jeans and glanced at Noah sheepishly. This man was my Godfather, and I hated letting him down.

“Dad, how are you doing?” Stiles greeted his father casually.

Noah pursed his lips, looking at Stiles unimpressed. “So, do you listen in to all of my phone calls?”

“No, heh.” Stiles laughed awkwardly. “Not the boring ones.”

The rain had started to really pour down now, soaking my canvas jacket and freezing me to the bone.

“Now, where your other partner in crime?” Noah asked.

“Who, Scott?”

“Who’s Scott?” I babbled, my nerves taking control of my mouth. Stiles put his hand over my mouth, his calloused fingers connecting with my lips.

“Sc-Scott’s at home.” Stiles told his father. “He said he wanted to get a good night’s sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow. It’s just Y/N and me. In the woods. Alone.”

Noah got a weird glint in his eye as he looked at Stiles and I, before he turned towards the tree line, shining his flashlight to look for Scott.

“Scott, you out there?” Noah called out. “Scott?”

When there was no response, Noah sighed and nodded his head in disappointment. He walked over to Stiles and grabbed the back of his neck.

“Well, young man, I’m gonna walk you both back to your car and you’re going to take Y/N home. And when I get home, you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy.”

We started walking back to Stiles’ jeep, the awkward silence deafening.

“So, you guys were alone?” Noah asked. “Like, alone-alone?”

“No!” Stiles quickly exclaimed before I even understood what Noah was talking about. “Y/N and I aren’t like that.”

Now realizing what Noah meant, my cheeks flushed, and I was a little hurt. I’d had a crush on Stiles for years. Literal years. I loved his goofy sense of humor, the way he researches everything, his sense of style, his sarcastic personality, and his looks were nothing to complain about, either.

“Oh.” Noah said, looking somewhat disappointed.

We came up to the entrance of the preserve now, spotting the blue of Stiles’ jeep easily.

“Okay, Stiles, get Y/N home and come straight to the house, got it?” Noah asked, looking at his son sternly.

“Yes, sir.” Stiles mumbled, starting the jeep.

“Uh, Noah?” I asked, leaning forward so I could see him. “You’re not going to tell my parents, are you?”

“Of course, I am, Y/N.” Noah said, shaking his head. “But it can wait until morning.”

-

“Good morning, Beacon Hills! It’s a great day for the kiddos to go back to school after a long winter break—”

I shut of the alarm on my iHome by slamming my fist on the button forcefully, tired of hearing the chipper voice of the radio DJ. I groaned as I sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and blinking rapidly to clear my blurred vision.

“Tired?”

I jumped at my mom’s voice, nearing falling out of bed. I looked to see my mom and dad, standing there with raised eyebrows and pursed lips.

“Mom! Dad!” I whined, throwing my arms in the air.

“I just got a call from Noah.” Dad said in a fake casual voice. “Want to explain?”

I sighed and told them the story about how Stiles came to the house, but I twisted it a little, trying to make it seem like I went so Stiles wouldn’t get himself in trouble. It was a selfish move, but my parents were brutal with groundings.

“Fine.” Mom exhaled. “I can see that you were trying to keep Stiles out of trouble, but next time, you’re grounded, clear?”

“Crystal.” I said solemnly.

“Good.” Mom nodded, her curly bob bouncing. “We’ve got to get to work, so get dressed for school.”

My parents shuffled out of my room and shut the door firmly, leaving me alone to get ready for school. I took a quick shower, washing off the rest of the grime from last night, before drying and curling my hair.

I entered my closet and picked out a taupe colored t-shirt, a plaid skater skirt, and some black mary-jane wedges, before topping it off with a black peacoat. I grabbed my wand and shoved it in my Michael Kors tote bag with the rest of my school stuff and ran downstairs, hopeful that my parents didn’t leave without me.

After being dropped off at school, I stood waiting for Stiles to arrive. While I was waiting my phone chirped with a text message from Scott.

Was attacked by something last night. Tell you more later.

I sighed as I read the text, my nerves bubbling inside my stomach. What the hell could’ve attacked Scott but left him alive? It just didn’t make sense.

“Hey, Y/N.” Stiles greeted as he approached me.

“Where’s Scott?” I asked, not even acknowledging his greeting. “Is he okay? Oh, my God, we shouldn’t have left him. This is not okay!”

“Y/N!” Stiles yelled, grabbing my upper arms tightly and pulling me closer to him. “Scott was obviously well enough to text us, okay? You need to calm down and use your brain sometimes.”

“Hey, I’m smarter than you.” I pointed out, extremely offended. Sure, I didn’t have the most common sense, but I had a 5.0 GPA, which was second in the class. “Anyway, did Scott give you any more information?”

“Well, he was bit by something.” Stiles sighed, “But that’s all he told me.”

“Oh, my God, Stiles, this is all our fault.” I groaned. “I—”

“Hey, guys!” Scott greeted us, sounding very chipper. I turned to face him with a bewildered face.

Before I could say anything, Stiles spoke up.

“Okay, let’s see this thing.” Stiles said excitedly to Scott. Scott lifted up his dark gray t-shirt to reveal a large path of blood speckled gauze taped haphazardly to his tan skin.

“Ooh!” Stiles cooed, reaching forward to touch the covered wound. Before he could make contact, I grabbed his hand and pulled it away from Scott’s body, so he couldn’t poke at it.

“So, what it the hell attacked you?” I asked, clearing my throat.

Scott shrugged on his backpack. “It was too dark to see much, but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.”

I looked at him in quiet confusion. There were no wolves in California. Stiles and I had to do a report together one time about animal migration and we concluded that there hadn’t been wolves in California in sixty years.

“A wolf bit you?” Stiles asked, his tone doubtful.

Scott nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“No, not a chance.” Stiles denied, shaking his head.

“I heard a wolf howling.” Scott declared as we started walking towards the entrance of the school.

“No, you didn’t.” Stiles insisted.

Scott gave Stiles a glare, annoyed by the taller boy’s defiance.

“What do you mean, no, I didn’t? How do you know what I heard?”

Stiles walked ahead a little then abruptly turned around, stopping Scott and I in our tracks.

“Because California doesn’t have wolves, okay? Not in, like, sixty years.” Stiles informed Scott.

Scott tilted his head at the new information, soaking it in. “Really?”

“He’s right, Scott.” I said gently. “There are no wolves in California.”

Scott sighed, but then perked up. “All right, well, if you don’t believe me about the wolf, then you’re definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body.”

Stiles flailed his arms excitedly, almost hitting me in the boob. “You—are you fucking with us?”

Scott grinned. “No, man, I wish. I’m gonna have nightmares for a month.”

“I can give you some tea to help you with that, Scott.” I spoke up, thinking about the Dreamless Sleep potion my dad often made.

“Oh, god, that is fucking’ awesome!” Stiles said loudly, ignoring my offer to Scott. “I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that’s happened to this town since—”

He looked past Scott and I with a dreamy look in his eyes. I turned around to see Lydia Martin, the queen bitch of the school.

Stiles has been in love with her since the third grade. It was seriously depressing, and I hated the feeling I always had when he talked about her.

I scowled at the ground as Stiles continued, “Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia—” He called out. “You look—like you’re gonna ignore me.”

Lydia did indeed ignore him. She walked past us and chatted with her air-headed friend. Stiles stared wistfully after her before turning back to Scott and I.

“You two are the cause of this, you know.” He accused us.

Scott and I shared a look. Scott’s was amused, mine was annoyed.

“Uh-huh.” We said in unison.

“Dragging me down to your nerd depths.” Stiles continued. “I’m a nerd by association. I’ve been scarlet-nerded by you guys.”

The bell rang, and I started walking off to class, not bothering to wait for the boys.

“Y/N, where are you going?” Stiles called out.

I turned back to him and said bluntly, “To prove how nerdy I am by going to class.”

Scott laughed, and Stiles shook his head grinning as they both ran to catch up with me.

"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." Mr. Curtis announced in front of the class in English. Scott and I looked back at Stiles where he shot us a wink, followed by a snicker.

"And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened." Mr. Curtis continued. "But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester."

Mr. Curtis held up a thick, white packet of paper and the entire class groaned in annoyance.

I was on page nine of the syllabus (seriously, how many pages were there?) when the door to the classroom opened and Mr. Donovan, the vice-principal that no one ever sees, walked in with a tall, stylish girl with dark curls that fell down to her waist.

"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent." Mr. Donovan declared. "Please do your best to make her feel welcome."

I sneered at her last name, but ultimately decided to get to know the girl and decide for myself whether or not she was a threat.

Allison ducked her head as she walked to the only empty seat, which happened to be right behind Scott. I watched curiously as Scott reached for the extra pen on his desk and turned around, handing the pen to her.

Allison, who looked confused, grabbed it delicately. "Thanks."

Mr. Curtis cleared his throat then. "We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis, on page one hundred and thirty-three."

•

At the end of the day, when I was opening my locker, I noticed that Allison was right next to me, struggling to open hers.

"You have to jiggle it a little bit." I advised her. "Otherwise it gets stuck."

Allison smiled over at me before giving the lock a jiggle. The locker popped open.

"Thanks." She sighed, putting her books in the metal case.

"No problem." I said. "I'm Y/N Stark. We have English and Econ together."

"Oh yeah," Allison breathed. "Nice to meet you. I'm Allison Argent."

"Well, Allison Argent, you are my new bestie." I declared. "Forget Stiles and Scott. You're cooler and more fashionable."

"Oh, thank you." Allison said dramatically. "I was beginning to think I would never make friends!”

We laughed together but a voice interrupted us, "That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?"

Lydia Martin stood before us, her hand held up in a preppy way.

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco." Allison told her.

Lydia nodded and turned to me. "And you," she glanced down at my outfit and slowly smiled. "Your outfit is adorable. Are you new too?"

"Lydia, we've been in the same classes since third grade." I deadpanned.

Lydia nodded slowly. "Right. Well," She clapped. "You two are my new best friends."

Fucking great.

Jackson Whittemore, the captain of the lacrosse team and the most popular guy in school, walked up to Lydia and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Hey, Jackson." Lydia greeted before slamming her lips back to his. Finally, after they were done disgusting Allison and I, Lydia turned back to us.

"So, this weekend, there's a party."

"A party?" Allison repeated.

Jackson nodded. "Yeah. Friday night. You both should come."

Allison grimaced. "Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking."

Jackson looked at her in disbelief. "You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage."

"You mean like football?" Allison asked hopefully.

Jackson scoffed, causing the brunette to shrink away from him. "Football's a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse. We've won the state championship for the past three years."

Lydia beamed and cupped Jackson's cheek. "Because of a certain team captain."

Jackson preened under her attention before turning back to Allison and I. "Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anywhere else—"

"Well, I was going to—"

"Perfect—" Lydia interrupted Allison. "You're coming."

Lydia grabbed both mine and Allison's hands and dragged us down the hall to her locker. She opened it up quickly and pulled out a dressy coat and a hat.

"I'm Lydia Martin, by the way." She hummed, fixing her hair in the mirror. "What are your names?"

"Allison Argent." Allison responded.

"Y/N Stark." I said dully.

Lydia blew a kiss at herself in the mirror and turned back to us. "Wonderful. Come on, practice is going to start soon."

We made our way to the lacrosse pitch and climbed the small set of bleachers. Stiles and Scott stood by the bench and I waved at them.

Stiles looked at me in astonishment and subtly pointed at Lydia. I rolled my eyes and shrugged in return.

"Who's that?" Allison asked, nudging me with her super sharp elbow.

"Oh, that's Stiles, my best friend." I answered her.

Allison nodded, a secretive smile of her face. She nodded to the player in goal. "What about him?"

I squinted at the player and saw a number eleven etched on the back of his practice jersey. Holy shit, Scott was in the goal! He never plays!

"Him? I'm not sure who he is." Lydia answered, butting into our conversation. "Why?"

Allison shook her head. "He's in my English class."

"That is Scott McCall. He's like my brother, and is, indeed, in our English class." I whispered to her.

Allison grinned widely.

The assistant coach blew his whistle prompting the practice to begin. I watched as Scott clutched his helmet, squirming around.

Was he in pain? What's wrong with him?

The first player in line booked forward and shot the ball straight towards the goal. The ball hit Scott right on the helmet, making him fall to the ground.

"Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!" Jackson yelled to Scott as everyone else laughed.

Scott stood back up slowly, ready to prove everyone wrong.

"C'mon, Scott." I whispered, clenching my hands into fists.

The next player in line ran forward and shot the ball. It landed right in Scott's net.

"Yeah!" I heard Stiles call out, while I clapped enthusiastically.

The line of players dwindled down. They each threw the ball and Scott caught it every single time.

I was so proud of my son.

"He seems like he's pretty good." Allison observed.

"Oh, very good." Lydia purred.

Jackson angrily strutted up to the front of the line and put his stick out in front of the next player, effectively cutting the line. He started running towards the goal in an almost dramatic way. He twisted his stick and jumped into the air, whipping the ball towards the net.

I held my breath, but I didn't need to, because Scott caught that damn ball in one swift maneuver.

Stiles jumped up and screamed out in joy, throwing his arms up in the air. I bounced in place, clapping madly as I grinned at Scott. Even Lydia got up and cheered loudly, which surprised me.

"That is my friend!" Stiles yelled loudly, causing me to laugh loudly.

-

“I don’t—I don’t know what it was.” Scott said in an amazed tone as he splashed through a creek in the preserve. We were trying to find Scott’s inhaler, which he lost last night, and the subject of lacrosse practice came up.

“It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball.” He continued. “And that’s not the only weird thing. I-I can—hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear. Smell things.”

“Smell things?” Stiles asked in an amused voice. “Like what?”

“Like the coconut scented lotion Y/N uses and the mint-mojito gum in your pocket.” Scott proclaimed, pointing at Stiles’ jacket.

Stiles paused and dug his hand into his jacket pocket. “I don’t even have any mint-mojito—”

Stiles pulled out a piece of green gum and looked at it in amazement. Scott gave him an ‘I-told-you-so’ look.

“So all this started with a bite.” Stiles stated, running to catch up with Scott and I, who had continued to walk while he had paused.

“What if it’s like an infection,” Scott worried. “Like, my body’s flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?”

“You know what? I actually thing I’ve heard of this—It’s a specific kind of infection.” Stiles told Scott.

“Are you serious?” Scott asked Stiles with a horrified expression.

“Yeah.” Stiles nodded, putting his hands on his hips. “Yeah, I think it’s called—lycanthropy.”

I pursed my lips and gave Stiles a glare. Lycanthropy was not something to joke about, and if Scott was actually a werewolf, then he was screwed. Especially if the Argents were in town.

Scott, my dear Scott, didn’t know what lycanthropy was, though.

“What’s that?” He asked. “Is that bad?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s the worst.” Stiles confirmed Scott’s worst fear. “But only once a month.”

“Once a month?” Scott asked before looking at me for confirmation. “Like a per—”

“No, Scott, you won’t have a period.” I toned, rolling my eyes while Stiles snickered.

“It’s on the night of the full moon, Scott.” Stiles declared before howling loudly.

Scott scowled at Stiles and shoved his shoulder while Stiles chuckled.

“Hey, you’re the one who heard a wolf howling.” Stiles laughed, raising his arms in defeat.

“Hey, there could something seriously wrong with him, Stiles.” I spoke up, annoyed.

“I know! He’s a werewolf!” Stiles exclaimed before fake growling. Scott and I both gave him an unamused look. “Okay, obviously I’m kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it’s because Friday’s a full moon.”

Scott stopped walking suddenly, looking around as though he recognized where we were at.

“No, I-I could have sworn this was it.” Scott said as he crouched down, sifting through some dead leaves. “I saw the body; the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler.”

“Maybe the killer moved the body.” I suggested solemnly.

“If he did, I hope he left my inhaler.” Scott said, looking up at me. “Those things are like eighty bucks.”

Stiles and I snickered, but all of a sudden, Stiles pulled me behind him, protecting me from whatever he saw behind me.

“Stiles, what?”

“Shh.” He whispered.

I leaned around him to see a young man, probably a couple years older than us, approach. He looked eerily familiar, but I couldn’t place him.

“What are you doing here?” The guy asked harshly. “Huh? This is private property.”

Private property? The only house near here was the old, burnt down Hale house. How could he know about that? Then it clicked. This was Derek Hale, one of the only survivors of the Hale House fire.

“Uh, sorry, man, we didn’t know.” Stiles apologized, rubbing his head nervously.

“Yeah, we were just looking for something, but—” Scott said, pausing when Derek gave him an expectant look. “Uh, forget it.”

Derek whipped something at Scott, who caught the thing easily, and turned to leave, but not before giving me a curious glance. I turned to Scott to see him holding his lost inhaler, staring at it curiously. When I looked back up, Derek was gone.

“Uhm. All right, come on, I gotta get to work.” Scott said, starting to walk away when Stiles stopped him.

“Dude, that was Derek Hale.” Stile told him. “You remember, right? He’s only like a few years older than us.”

“Remember what?” Scott asked.

“His family.” Stiles explained. “They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago.”

“It was six.” I murmured, remembering the event quite clearly. I had woken up in the middle of the night screaming my head off, telling my mom about a house caught on fire. The next morning the story about the Hale’s was in the paper.

“What?”

“The fire was six years ago.” I spoke louder. “I wonder what he’s doing back?”

Stiles scoffed, shaking his head. “Who knows. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

-

I sighed as I relished in the soft, but toned physique of Stiles’ chest, resting my head on his right pec. One of his arms was wrapped around my body, his hand resting on my lower back, while his other arm tapped a rhythm on his toned stomach.

We cuddled often, which was weird to say since we’re just friends. It mostly came up when one of us was feeling vulnerable, or even just tired, and we needed someone to hold on to.

The sound of my phone ringing brought me out of my sleepy daze and Stiles groaned, burying his face in my hair. I slowly untangled myself from his form and grabbed my phone, taking a seat at my desk.

“Hey, Allison.” I chirped. My tone was perky, but I was really feeling the opposite.

“Oh, my God, Y/N, I have so much to tell you.” Allison gushed as a greeting. “I hit a dog—"

“You hit a dog?” I asked in shock. “You hit a pour doggo?”

“Yeah, but—” Allison started to say, but was interrupt by Stiles’ loud groan.

“Y/N, come on.” Stiles groaned.

“Who was that?”

“I’m talking to Allison right now, you’ll have to wait.” I told Stiles.

“Y/N, who’s that?” Allison repeated.

“It’s Stiles.” I answered her reluctantly, scared of what questions she was going to ask.

“What were you doing? Did I interrupt something?”

“No, we were just cuddling.” I assured her. “He can wait.”

“You guys cuddle? Are you together?” She asked.

“Yes, to your first question, no to your second.” I sighed. “Now tell me what happened.”

“So, I hit a dog, right? Well, I figured I should take it to the animal clinic, and it turns out that Scott was there. He totally repaired her leg and put a cast on it. Then—”

“Spit it out!”

“Okay, okay, jeez. Anyway, Scott asked me to go to Lydia’s party with him!”

“No!” I gasped. Scott ask a girl out? Never in a million years did I think this would happen.

“Yes!” She squealed.

“What’d you say? What about your family night?”

“Family night was a total lie and I told him yes!”

“Yes!” I hissed in celebration. I turned to Stiles, who looked at me expectantly. “Scott asked Allison on a date and she said yes!”

“Whoopee!” Stiles said sarcastically causing me to scowl at him.

“Anyway, I have to go Y/N.” Allison said. “See you later.”

“Bye!” I sang into the receiver before hanging up. I twirled around in my chair to face Stiles, who opened up his arms.

“C’mere.”

I sighed and stood up, walking over to my bed and crawling over to him. We situated ourselves so that he could be the little spoon. He sighed in content as he laid his head on my breasts.

“You have nice boobs.”

“Thanks, I think.” I snickered.

“It was a compliment.”

-

The rest of the week went by quickly with more weird behavior from Scott. He was doing really well in lacrosse, even though he sucked horribly before, he didn't use his inhaler at all, and he even told Stiles and I that he slept walked into the woods one night.

"Y/N, you'll never guess what I overheard on the phone." Stiles panted as he ran up to me before the last elimination round practice.

"What?"

"The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods." He informed me.

"What animal?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"It was a wolf." He said solemnly.

"But I thought that there are no wolves in California?"

He nodded. "But what if— Y/N, what if my joke the other day was true?"

"What, the werewolf joke?" I asked astonished. I hoped it wasn’t true, but all the signs pointed to it. From what my dad told me about werewolves, Scott could very well be one.

"Look, I know how dumb it seems," Stiles started. "But the new reflexes, the sensitive hearing and sense of smell? He doesn't even need his fucking inhaler anymore—"

Stiles was still rambling cutely but stopped once I interrupted him.

"I believe you."

"You do?" He asked in disbelief. "I mean, great!"

"What do we do?"

Stiles paused for a minute, clearly thinking of a plan.

"Alright, you go to the library, get as many books on lycanthropy as you can find, them meet me at my house at seven." He ordered.

"Yes sir." I nodded, causing Stiles to look at me with a strange expression. "What?"

Stiles shook his head. "N-nothing."

It was me who was giving him a look now. I shook my head before running to my bike.

•

 I arrived at Stiles' house with a bag full of books and let myself in my own key. I made my way up to his room and swung the door open, causing the boy of my affections to jump in his seat.

Stiles turned to me and saw I was struggling with the sack of heavy books I was carrying. He walked over to me and surprisingly kissed my cheek and took the bag from me.

My face burned from where he kissed it, so I ducked my head so he wouldn’t see me blushing.

"You look nice." Stiles smiled gently at me.

"Oh." I squeaked in surprise. "Thank you. Uh, the party's at ten, so I figured we could head over there after we tell Scott."

He sat down in his chair heavily, a gloomy look on his face. "I wasn't invited to the party."

“Well, Lydia said to invite anyone we wanted, so now you’re invited.” I said with a smile.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Stiles grinned.

I smiled back at him genuinely and took a seat on his bed, taking a book out to start reading.

Two hours later, Stiles' floor was covered with print outs of information about werewolves. I had almost fallen asleep twice already, but Stiles shouted my name each time to wake me up.

There was a knock on the door causing both Stiles and I to jump in our seats. Stiles closed his MacBook and wandered over to his door. He opened it, revealing a smiling Scott.

“Get in.” Stiles sighed. “You gotta see this thing.”

He ushered Scott in and Scott set his backpack down next to me.

“Y/N and I've been up all night reading—websites, books. All this information.” Stiles rambled.

Scott looked on amused. “How much Adderall have you had today?”

“A lot.” I told Scott. I had seen Stiles take at least three pills since I’ve been here.

“Doesn't matter.” Stiles shook his head. “Okay, just listen.”

Scott sat down on the bed. “Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?”

“No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale.” Stiles informed him.

“Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day.”

“Yeah!” Stiles exclaimed. “Yes. But that's not it, okay?”

“What, then?” Scott asked.

Stiles sighed. “Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore.”

Scott looked confused, so I jumped in to help him remember. “The wolf, Scott—the bite in the woods.”

“We started doing all this reading.” Stiles said before standing up. “Do you even know why a wolf howls?”

“Should I?”

“It’s a signal.” I said, remembering the passage from the lycanthropy book I read. “When a wolf’s alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack.”

“So, if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby.” Stiles took over. “Maybe even a whole pack of ‘em.”

Scott perked up, his eyes wide. “A whole pack of wolves?”

“No—” Stiles grimaced. “Werewolves.”

Scott stared at Stiles with a blank face before heaving himself to his feet. “Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I’m picking up Allison in an hour.”

Scott grabbed his backpack and started to leave, but Stiles put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“I saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay, what you did wasn’t just amazing, all right? It was impossible.”

“Yeah, so I made a good shot.” Scott mumbled, going to leave.

Stiles stopped him again and grabbed his backpack, slamming it down on the bed.

“No, you made an incredible shot, I mean—the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. Y’know, people can’t just suddenly do that overnight. And there’s the vision and the senses, and don’t even think we don’t notice that you don’t need your inhaler anymore.

“Okay!” Scott exclaimed. “Guys, I can’t think about this now. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!” I shrieked. “What? No! The full moon’s tonight. Don’t you get it?”

“What are you guys trying to do?” Scott spat, his eyes narrowed. “I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can’t believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?”

Stiles sighed as he sat down in his desk chair. “We’re trying to help. You’re cursed, Scott. You know, and it’s not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak.”

Scott stared down at Stiles blankly. “Bloodlust?”

Stiles nodded. “Yeah, your urge to kill.”

Scott breathed in deeply. “I’m already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles.”

I picked up the book I had discarded and held it up to my face. “You gotta hear this: “The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.”” I read out loud. “All right? I haven’t seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does.”

Stiles stood up and crossed the room to the bed. “You gotta cancel this date.” Stiles rummaged through Scott’s backpack. “I’m gonna call her right now.”

“What are you doing?” Scott groaned.

Stiles grabbed Scott’s cellphone from the front pocket of his backpack and walked back to his desk. “I’m canceling the date.”

“No, give it to me!” Scott shouted, grabbing Stiles firmly by the biceps and pushing him into the wall. He held up a fist to Stiles’ face as if to punch him, but he paused at my yelp.

“Scott!”

Scott roared in anger and swiped at the desk chair, knocking it over. His heavy breathing evened out in puffs as he looked back at a disgruntled Stiles.

“I’m sorry.” Scott said, pulling away from Stiles. “I—I gotta go get ready for that party.”

He walked to me and I picked up his backpack, silently handing it to him.

“I’m sorry.” Scott repeated as he opened the door, giving Stiles one last look before shutting the door.

I rushed over to Stiles and reached up to cup his face in my palms. “Are you okay?”

Stiles eyes gazed into my own and I felt my heart melting at the emotion in them.

“Yeah,” he said finally. “I’m okay.”

“Good.” I whispered. “That’s good.”

I slowly pulled away from him and turned, picking up the desk chair. I gasped as I set the chair back on it’s wheels, my gaze on the three claw marks ripped into the fake leather.

“What?” Stiles asked, looking over at me.

I wordlessly pointed to the scratches.

“Fuck.”

My phone dinged then and I went to pick it up out of my clutch. It was a text from Lydia.

Don’t forget about my party!

I huffed loudly and turned to Stiles. “Get dressed. We have a party to get to.”

-

The music was so loud at the party I thought my ear drums were going to burse. Allison and Scott arrived ten minutes after me and Stiles, and since then we’ve been watching them dance.

When I say ‘we’, I mean me, because Stiles was too busy laughing with some of his lacrosse buddies.

I was taking a sip from the water bottle in my hand when a hand grasped my shoulder. I gasped and turned around, only to find myself standing face to neck with Stiles.

“Do you want to dance?” Stiles shouted through the music.

I nodded hesitantly and together we walked out onto the dance floor. Stiles put his large, veiny hands on my waist and pulled me close.

We were about to start moving when someone ran into us, knocking me further into Stiles. I looked to see a tan guy that looked suspiciously like Scott plow into us, looking dazed. The full moon must’ve been affecting him.

“Yo, Scott, you good?” Stiles asked, letting go of me.

Scott didn’t answer, moving forward by me.

“Are you okay?” I questioned loudly. Scott shook his head and stumbled away. Two seconds later Allison came through and marched after him.

I looked at Stiles. “We should probably go help him.”

“Yeah.” Stiles nodded, taking my hand and pulling me through the crowd once again. We left the house just as Allison was getting into a black Camaro with Derek Hale.

What was he doing at a high school party?  

I didn’t have time to ponder this as Stiles yanked me towards his jeep. I got into the passenger seat and Stiles pressed on the gas, speeding to Scott’s house.

Once we got to the McCall residence we ran up to Scott’s room and pounded our fists on his locked door.

“Go away.” I heard Scott say weakly.

“Scott, it’s us.” Stiles called. “Let us in, Scott. We can help.”

There was a thump against the door and the door opened a little, locked together by a chain.

“No! Listen, you gotta find Allison.” Scott insisted.

“She’s fine, all right?” I told Scott. “We saw her get a ride from the party. She’s—she’s totally fine, all right?”

“No, I think I know who it is.”

“You just let us in. We can try—”

“It’s Derek.” Scott interrupted. “Derek Hale is the werewolf. He’s the one that bit me. He’s the one that killed the girl in the woods.”

Stiles and I looked at each other with horrified glances.

“Scott—Derek’s the one who drove Allison from the party.” Stiles broke the news.

The door slammed shut.

“Scott!” I yelled, but it was no use. He was gone.

I turned to Stiles. “We have to check on Allison.”

“No, we have to go find Scott!” He argued.

I sighed in frustration. “Neither of will can do anything against Scott when he’s like this.”

Stiles nodded. “You’re right.”

“Aren’t I always?” I quipped.

He simply rolled his eyes at me in response.

-

We pulled up to the Argent’s house and Stiles jumped out, leaving his door open and running to the front door. He pressed on the doorbell three times, then pounded his fist on the door.

The door opened and from my position I could see a tall lady with short, red hair answered the door. She looked at Stiles in confusion.

“Hi, Mrs. Argent. Um—you have no idea who I am.” Stiles greeted her so loudly that I could hear him clearly.

“I’m a friend of your daughter’s.” He continued as I slapped my hand to my forehead. “Uh—look, this is gonna sound kind of crazy, um—really crazy, actually. You know what? Crazy doesn’t even describe—”

He was interrupted my Allison’s mom. “Allison! It’s for you.”

Minutes later, after talking to Allison, Stiles jogged back to the jeep and got in. He buckled his seatbelt and stomped on the gas pedal.

“Now we find Scott?” I asked him.

He nodded, looking at the road determinedly, his tongue sticking slightly out of his lips.

“Now, we find Scott.”

The sun was rising when we finally found our furry friend. He was walking slowly on the side of the road. He was shirtless and clutching his right arm in his left hand.

Stiles slowed down and pulled up beside him so he could get in. As I climbed to the back seat, Scott climbed into the passenger seat. It was silent as Stiles started to drive again.

“Are you okay, Scott?” I asked him softly. Scott smiled weakly at me as an answer.

“You know what actually worries me the most?” Scott mumbled miserably.

Stiles glanced at him, a hard look in his eye. “If you say Allison, I’m gonna punch you in the head.”

“She probably hates me now.” Scott moaned.

“I doubt that Scott.” I comforted him. “But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology.”

“Or,” Stiles started, a grin on his handsome face. “You know, you could just—tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you’re a fuckin’ werewolf.”

Both Scott and I gave him dirty looks, causing him to sigh.

“Okay, bad idea. Hey, we’ll get through this.” Stiles patted Scott on the arm. “Come on, if we have to, Y/N and I will chain you up ourselves on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once. I could do it.”

Scott didn’t look assured by this statement, so I tried to assure him myself.

“We’re here for you Scott.” I said gently. “You won’t go through this alone.”

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six anons: wtf were they thinking

Another round-up! I seem to have poked the hornet’s nest when it comes to the EPs --- though in some ways I was just building on the same clues that prompted such awesome meta from @janestrider​ and @ptw30​ --- and now I have a box filling up with asks, all over again.

Behind the cut: newbie writers, EP arrogance, earlier versions of S7, writerly randomness, EPs aren’t writers, and over-confidence. Welp. 

Let’s get this started.

Your words about being fascinated by this trainwreck is me 100%, I'm a newbie writer & I wouldn't dream of being this arrogant and think I can handle writing something like VLD by myself, like, premise and character arcs and characterization and consistency etc. are in my mind at all times and I still would have messed things up, but minor things like that don't even matter to the EPs apparently! VLD Is a giant What Not To Do list. How did they miss the 50 signs saying Danger: Cliff Up Ahead

and a second in the same vein:

Calling the EPs newbie writers is highly inaccurate methinks, newbie writers upon getting the reins ... sit down and write the rest of the story from scratch, trying to make it make sense and not completely ruin the premise and the character arcs. Regardless of success, they WRITE the rest, they don’t assemble random story points others wrote & copy paste things around. EPs aren’t writers.

Well, there’s newbie and there’s newbie-who-doesn’t-realize-it. 

Consider someone who’s ridden the train, every day, for the past ten or so years, always sitting in the first car near the conductor. They’ve been on the train when it’s broken down, when it’s late, when it’s early, when it has to plow through snow. Then someone offers them a supervisory position -- not as a driver, just a supervisor -- and they figure, hey, I’ve watched this enough, I can drive, too. Plus, the EPs had the power to force the real drivers to step aside, which just makes the entire situation even worse.  

In other words, they missed the signs because they didn’t even realize such signs exist. Those things you don’t learn (or even see) when you’re only watching from the outside. 

You, and everyone else replying, are classifying yourself more as the person who’s gotten a job on the train, and you kinda know trains, and you know they can break down, but driving it? Whole ‘nother ball of wax. 

Hold onto that humility. It’ll serve you well as a writer. Even once you reach the point you can confidently handle a complicated storyline, you still want to retain that humility, because it’s one-half of keeping empathy for your readers. 

The irony is, they were so arrogant in their belief they could do better than actual storytellers w/ years of experience (also presumably execs who checked up on them) that they not only loudly (and unprofessionally) complained about specific parts, but also broadcasted that they changed the story, and gave many clues as to where and above all why. 

You have no idea how many times in the past two years my jaw has dropped in complete shock when yet another EP quote has gone by on my dash. I cannot fathom making public that I disagreed with my bosses --- let alone using an interview to re-litigate a case I’d already lost. Well, I could, but only if I didn’t expect to have a job much longer. And that bit about doing “damage control” as a result of exec demands? Jeepers crow, dude. 

(there have been points where all I can say is, ‘wtf do these people have on their bosses to get away with this!?’ photograph negatives for blackmail? sleeping with an exec? I mean, srsly.)

On a more serious note, I’m constantly reminded of the old adage about innkeepers: you want to appear as a swan, gliding peaceful and serene, and never let the guests see that you’re paddling as fast as fuck under the surface. These EPs need a major come-to-jesus about that, because they’ve gone out of their way to splash loudly on a regular basis.

Then again, I don’t think either EP has much (if any) experience with interviews where they’re the main attraction. They seem ignorant of the fact that an interviewer is not your friend; there’s an agenda, and that agenda is to get clicks: something controversial, surprising, that’ll bring the eyeballs. The good interviewers can and will manipulate for their agenda. This is why PR people are usually present (if off-screen), because they’ll know the warning signs and call a halt, set certain questions (or answers) as off-limits. 

Most of the EPs’ interviews, there’s been no sign of PR. Hell, the EPs have admitted in interviews they couldn’t remember what had happened in the season they’re being interviewed about! (wtf srsly wtf) If we got more than we should’ve, that’s also on the EPs for not realizing they were getting played. 

And while I’m at it: an interview is not where you tell the story. Explain what did happen? Sure, though that’s a tacit acknowledgement that the story failed, if it requires your explanation after the fact. But to tell things that are vital to the story but don’t actually happen in the story? No. Just no. 

did we really get an interview where the EPs confirmed there was an original script with Shiro as the Black Paladin? If that's the case then HOLY CRAP. Talk about a missed opportunity.

Yep, I saw the quote but didn’t chase down the source. I think it was one of the interviews shortly after S7 aired. You’d need to ask someone who still reads all those interviews, since I don’t. I only see what goes past on my dash.

Well, missed opportunity but also... we all know (or should know) that the first idea is never what makes it to page or screen. And once the story’s done and the dust has settled, then you can do a track commentary about how the story changed between idea and execution. 

While the story’s in progress? Nope, nope, nope. You smile and say it’s all going according to plan, it’s an awesome season, you hope everyone enjoys it, everyone went the extra mile, etc. You say nothing about the disasters, the late-night sessions, the last-minute changes. If you can’t be a swan, be a cat: yep, we totally meant to do that.

To say what JDS did? I still cannot fathom why anyone would ever say that. There is no fandom on this planet that wouldn’t have some percentage enraged by news they’d been denied the story they’d expected. Hinting at discarded paths will always, always, disappoint someone --- and quite often, a lot more someones than you realize. 

Really, the only reason I can see is sheer contempt. For the audience, for the story, for anyone who’d worked on that previous version. It’s gloating. It’s saying, a lot of people worked on it, but we decided to throw away everything they’d done, and redo it as we wanted. 

Yes, I know that happens. It’s part of the process. But you don’t freaking boast about it, and you don’t plant in everyone’s head that there was something else out there. Especially when that something else was exactly what they’d been waiting for. 

It’s an asshole move, no two ways around it. 

@janestrider's post and yours about the VLD writers and EPs reminded me of a phrase JDS said in one interview after S6 about Cosmo ... "well, I wanted to give Keith a wolf, so I did". ... he doesn't seem to consider the consequences of his actions? That's also how he decided to write the Black Paladins episode ... "I wanted to make it a Winter Soldier type of thing, so I did". It feels like something a very unexperienced professional would do.

There’s no rule against throwing something into a story that you think is cool. I mean, easily 90% of any story out there revolves around something the author thinks is just freaking cool. Considering the hours we’re going to spend writing, revising, writing again, revising again, discussing, thinking, living, breathing, eating, dreaming about the story? It’d better be something we find cool. 

But that said... there’s a difference between making sure the story fires you up, and treating the story like a tossed salad. I’ve seen multiple pull-quotes from LM that affirm their approach was to chase the rule-of-cool. And... that’s not quite so okay, really. 

The Black Paladins episode is probably the best example, and ironic that it’s the only one JDS wrote, ‘cause it’s textbook failure. If you cannot hold the entire story in your head, then you will be blind as to how tossing in this idea or that -- no matter how cool -- may halt, muddy, or even undermine the story’s forward movement. When you can’t even pace a story properly, throwing in extra cool is just going to make the whole thing even more rickety. 

I did a long walk-through on that episode to outline how I’d translate it into a written story, and I’d planned to do a follow-up talking about the emotional aspect. The problem is... once I had a chance to think about the episodes after, there is no emotional context to that fight. Sure, it got a huge budget and attention, and it’s hyped like a big deal. 

But there’s no there, there. 

None of it matters. Keith went through all that for someone who wasn’t even his friend, someone who dies (or whatever) right after and is treated like an empty shell. And the one who rescued him wasn’t even the person he’d fought, but the person he’d thought he was fighting for and with -- who was dead, the whole time. The two episodes that follow basically gut the entire premise --- and all the emotion --- of that fight scene, and render it null. 

And that’s where the rule-of-cool smashes up against the need to hold the shape of the story in your head. You need to see the big picture of how each scene supports the story’s theme. JDS hasn’t the chops to see how what he’d created was promptly undone by what came next. 

Oh, I’m aware there are lots of fans who loved that episode and he sure basked in the accolades, but I can’t ignore that in the end, it means nothing. No one pointed out this will impact another thing downstream, or this later thing undermines what came before, or this breaks a continuous motif, or contradicts a theme. Anything. 

Or maybe someone did, and JDS told them that as the EP, he got the final say. Frankly, from the way he talks in interviews, I wouldn’t be surprised in the least if that’s how it went down. 

@lysanatt commented on a post:

This to some degree even explains the over-confidence of EPs that avoiding the BYGs trope did not apply to them because, sure, they could do it better, landing them in the exact trap of doing a classic double BYG.

Call it what it is. It’s not over-confidence. It’s arrogance.

It’s complacency in over-estimating social capital as to what an audience might forgive or overlook. It’s an assumption that job titles or IMDB entries or the nice things people had said on twitter could be protection from being held accountable. It’s certainty that a rigid and uncreative vision of the story can and should override all other concerns, including the larger playing field in which this story is only one of millions. 

It’s a lack of concern for real-world damage. A lack of care for the craft. A lack of understanding that there even is a craft and it’s not learned overnight. A lack of willingness to stop and think about what the story is saying, what it means, what it’s trying to do. 

It’s an inflexible certainty, engendered and enabled by the near-constant attentive interviews and adoring reviews. It’s an inability to hold onto (or listen to) any reality-checks when it comes to hype. It’s falling so hard into enjoying the ego-strokes of constant interview and congratulatory reviewers and forgetting no one is doing anything out of altruistic reasons. Including them. 

In the end, it’s a complete failure of empathy. It’s near-constant trolling of execs and the audience at large, a broken record of obvious contempt. It’s an amoral and frankly callous disregard for the characters, the story, the messages, the themes. 

It’s never seeing the characters as people, and never seeing the audience as people, either. Stories matter because we, as human beings, care about other human beings, real or fictional --- a care the EPs have made clear they cannot, or will not, afford anyone but themselves. 

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Aspects of winter life that might not occur to you

Maybe you’re writing a book about someone in The North but you live in The South, maybe you’re moving somewhere cold, and maybe you just want to know. I don’t really care, I’m just a long-time resident of Wisconsin who wants to write a bunch of stuff, so I am. (Please note some of this might be Wisconsin-exclusive)

First of all, let’s talk about that little transition from summer to winter. There are literally maybe two weeks of a stereotypical “not too hot, not too cold” temperature, sometimes not even that. Fall is mostly unpredictable weather hell and it’s hard to be sure when they will truly decide to stop. For example: our last warm day was December 4, and it was almost 60 degrees (15.5 C). On my sisters birthday, December 6, it was 20 degrees  (-6.5 C) and snowing, which was far more normal for that time of year.

Women’s clothes are the dumbest things ever, especially jeans. Your top half gets additional insulation through your coat. Your legs do not, and women’s jeans are thin. Leggings and/or long socks under your pants pretty much every day are a must if you don’t want you legs to turn into icesicles. And if you must either wear leggings or jeans by themselves, I feel warmer in leggings. Sweatpants are the best, but I usually use those as pajamas.

On the topic of women’s clothes and coats, my classmate was cold in class once and I offered her my fall coat (which I wear if it’s about 40+ degrees (4+ C)). It’s a hoodie that I found in the men’s section. You know what she told me? It was warmer than her fall coat. Let me tell you something: that thing wasn’t even marketed as a coat. Don’t get me wrong, I knew it was warm, that’s why I wore it, but I didn’t realize it was that warm. Women’s clothes vs men’s clothes. Yay. And people wonder why men on campus are still walking around in sweaters when women are wearing their winter coats in the fall.

One more thing about clothes to get all the salt out of my system and then I’m done with clothes, I promise. If you want some women’s clothes actually suitable for the weather, your best bet is secondhand stores or small local shops, because those clothes are from people who also actually have to endure this climate. Any sort of chain of stores just don’t have clothes designed for cold weather. Heck, some of the stuff that I’ve seen in Target for “winter” I wouldn’t wear until May or June.

There is a confusing temperature where you’re not sure whether to wear your fall coat or your winter coat. It varies per person, but since my winter coat is literally a cleared for -30 degrees (-34 C) heavy duty stuffed trench coat (that I had to scramble for while it was on sale, cheap coats are not made for Wisconsin-level cold. People do it, but I have no idea how) and my fall coat is a men’s hoodie, the choice between roast and freeze is particularly present because the range of temperature those were made for is so different.

If you go outside and the snot in your nose freezes before you’ve taken two steps, you can safely say that it’s really cold without anyone arguing with you.

Also, “You know it’s cold when your snot is frozen in two seconds” and other variants is kinda a local meme. Probably has been for decades. I’ve lived here 18 years and I don’t remember ever not hearing it.

A lot of people seem to assume that sickness season is in the winter. It’s not. It’s the Times of Horrible Weather (aka spring and fall). People get sick in winter, sure, but it’s spring and fall where over half of the people you know all get sick at once, although it’s milder cold-like things. The exception to this is the explosion of influenza that happens around January, but one month is a small chunk of winter, believe me.

Spring is really similar to fall, just an fyi. I keep saying fall because we’re in the thick of winter now, it’s -17 (-27 C) outside, and spring looks like an impossibility, but they’re really similar in terms of awful temperature fluctuations. Most people are more tolerant of its obnoxiousness because when it ends the weather won’t be trying to kill you. I personally like it less because all that snow melting makes everything wet and muddy and all the litter that the snow hid is now visible and I never know if it’s hot or cold outside and it feels like nothing really grows until the week before summer so it’s just naked and ugly and inconvenient. I hate spring. Can you tell?

I’m just now realizing that it probably sounds like I don’t like winter, but I actually do. Like yeah it’s annoying, but I like it? It’s kinda like that character you love who’s a complete asshole and you’re not even sure why you love them but you do.

The. Car. It gets cold. And it doesn’t warm up right away, either, because of how cold the engine gets. And you might need to jump start it, too, depending on how good your battery is. Also there’s ice and snow and fun stuff that you have to scrape off after it snows. And it’s cold outside while you’re doing it. And you’re probably also late because the world hates you. And the roads are probably bad.

10+ inches (25.4+ cm) of snow = elementary and high schools have to close. -40 degrees (which is the same in Celsius, crazy right?) or lower windchill = elementary and high schools have to close. Both happen a few times a year. College classes don’t have that rule. You walk to class in -50 degree (-45.5 C) windchill anyways and try to ignore the fact that you haven’t been able to feel your face pretty much the whole time.

If you’re on your period, things can get really cold and uncomfortable down there. Changing your pad more frequently than usual helps some. Tampons might also do the trick, but I can’t tell you for sure because I don’t like to use them.

If you’re like me and get chilled easily, winter is kinda nice because nobody will judge you for wearing an ungodly number of layers. Are you still cold when you go outside? Probably, at least some of the time. But you’re comfortable while indoors, which is a nice change of pace.

Folks farther north try to assert their dominance over you, and you do the same to those who live farther south than you. This is achieved by bragging about the bad weather.

Snowing on Halloween is a very real thing. When you’re a young trick-or-treater, it’s beyond frustrating because unless you’re literally going as a scientist living in Antarctica or your parents don’t care if you get sick by running around without a coat, good luck having people see your costume because it’s coat time.

Bugs are small. The largest spider I regularly see is a little bigger than a quarter, and most of that’s legs.

My dad loves to tell the story about how when he lived in Virginia, they got two feet of snow and they still expected him to come to work because he was from the north, despite the fact that the state was essentially in a state of crisis. But we don’t drive in two feet of snow, either, because a crap ton of snow plows go out every time it snows. It’s not perfect, and the roads are bad for a while, but there isn’t literally the total amount of snow accumulation just sitting on the road for us to drive through. So please don’t ask your employee from the north to come in to work when it snowed two feet overnight and there are not nearly enough snowplows, because then there literally is two feet of snow on the road and that’s dangerous for anyone, north or not. (He didn’t go in, by the way.)

When the roads aren’t great, seeing cars in the ditch is normal. People don’t even bat an eye and they’re often used as a measurement for how bad roads are. (ex: “I saw three cars in the ditch on the way here” = roads are bad) This is just normal, car swerved a little bit and ran off the road stuff, though. If it’s more serious (like if the car flipped upside down or hit another car or something), then it gets regarded as a car accident, not as a car in the ditch.

If you’re asthmatic, the cold can induce asthma attacks. It doesn’t always, but when I was diagnosed with asthma a few years ago, the doctor told me to be careful because it’s a very real problem for some folks. The worst it does to me personally is makes me cough a few times if it’s less then 0 degrees and I breathe too deeply through my mouth, and if I cover my face with a scarf it gets rid of the problem altogether.

I have never in my life successfully made an igloo. I don’t think most people have. They always caved in at the top the few times I tried. What I did do all the time as a youngling was dig tunnels under the snow and army-crawl through them.

Later in the winter, when the temperature starts to ease up but it’s still not spring, just the top layer of snow will melt a smidge and then freeze back over, making a hard shell. It’s oftentimes thick enough for kids to walk on without breaking it and I thought it was one of the coolest things ever. Even now, if I find a place that can support my weight as an adult, it gives me this odd sense of giddiness and usually makes my day.

Electronics were not made to handle cold and leaving them out in it can be a nightmare on your battery.

There are quite a few people who eat summer-coded desserts in the winter, especially ice cream. Winter gives enough people negativity without the added sadness of certain sweets being off-limits.

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And The AWRD Goes To... (Part 27)

Slam!

Woody’s car alarm started blaring and wailing as one of his lackeys got thrown onto the hood from a powerful swipe, the rest skidding against the pavement, landing painfully against the curb, or getting thrown into nearby walls or other cars. Nearby traffic started swerving and screeching to a stop, the drivers backed up and turned around, or abandoned their vehicles and fled on foot

Weiss blinked, trying to get the tears, the blood, and the water out of her eyes, pushing herself up on battered, beaten arms. “No…!” she whispered as the alpha kept on rampaging.

The Timber Wolves that were still conscious, got up and continued running; the ones holding Ruby up in the air let go of her, leaving her to fall to the ground with her legs still flailing. She yelped as she landed, hit the ground as the alpha pulled the Timber Wolf still laying on the hood, whirled him around in the air by his legs before it threw him at her assailants, sending all three of them into the pavements.

Police sirens began to wail as the; an officer on patrol nearby rushed to the scene, already pulling out their pistol and aiming it at the beowulf.

“Get down!” he screamed, before he started firing.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“No!” Aqua cried, trying to wrestle his arm down.

The officer just kept on firing, unaffected.

“No! Wait!” Ruby cried. “It’s not evil! It’s my friend’s—I think! Weiss! Weiss…?!”

Weiss rolled onto her side, watching through blurry, terrified eyes as the alpha shielded itself with its arms, started charging towards the police officer and Ruby.

He kept on firing, his aim steady even as the alpha came ever closer; he ran out of bullets, he holstered his gun, prepared to grab Aqua as he retreated.

The alpha saw, roared and caused them both to stagger from the sheer might of its voice; it buried its claw into the ground, ripping up the cobblestones and launching them at the officer. He grunted as one of them struck him on the head, blood pouring from the new wound as he crumpled to the ground; Aqua’s eyes widened as a second struck her in the chest, knocked the wind out of her lungs, made her stagger backward and to the railing behind her.

She slipped on a rain-soaked rock, she hit her head on the railing; dazed, she reached out for the nearest pole, only realized she had grabbed a hallucination when she was already falling, through the air, down, down below, to the winding mountain road below them, where the only thing she could do was scream:

“Weiss!”

Weiss gasped, sobbing and crying once more, her whole body shaking as she watched Ruby slowly, carefully walk over to her with her hands out, the alpha slowly trailing behind her. “It’s gonna be fine, Weiss, it’s gonna be fine..!” Ruby said carefully.

“Ruby…!” Weiss choked, eyes turning up to the alpha.

Ruby noticed. “No, no, no! It’s fine! Look!” she looked over her shoulder, held out her hand. “Heel!”

The alpha stopped.

“Good… now sit!” she pushed her palm in a downwards motion.

The alpha sat down on its haunches.

“You weren’t trying to hurt me, were you, uh, boy…?” Ruby asked.

The alpha shook its head.

“You were just trying to protect me and Weiss, right?”

The alpha nodded.

“And you’re going to stop hurting people now?”

The alpha hesitated for a moment, before it nodded.

“Good boy...” Ruby cooed, pausing for a moment before she reached out to pet it on the head.

The alpha meekly leaned further down so she could reach.

Weiss watched it all, heard the muddy background noise of police sirens blaring, the wail of several airbus ambulances, the inevitable chatter of people that had come to investigate what happened with their own eyes, before everything went fuzzy, she fell limp on the ground, and passed out yet again.

The alpha began to rapidly turn into white smoke as the police started putting up crime scene tape, paramedics from the ambulances started rappelling down, stemming the bleeding of Woody’s new head-wound, assessing the damage done to the other Timber Wolves, carefully loading Weiss onto a stretcher and preparing her for evac.

An officer stepped up to Ruby with a blanket in hand; she cast one final look at Weiss, before she reluctantly lead herself be led away from the scene.

Ruby sat on one of the benches outside of Ōkuninushi Medical’s ICU, the mood grim as she and the other visitors sat with their heads bowed, quietly touching and reassuring each other, or just sobbed and bemoaned the fates of their loved ones. Most of them looked up as a nurse entered from the halls leading to the rest of the hospital, watched as he headed over to Ruby.

“Ms. Rose?” he asked quietly. “A moment outside, please?”

“Sure,” Ruby replied, getting up off her seat and following them out of the waiting area. “What’s up?” she asked as soon as they were outside, the hustle and bustle of the hospital in the background.

“You and Ms. Schnee have a VERY large amount of visitors waiting just outside in the gardens; due to the size of the group, and uh how rowdy some of them are, security hesitated to let them in for fear of causing a scene, and disrupting the peaceful environment we like to maintain here.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll meet them outside, this isn’t the first time it’s ever happened to me,” Ruby said, smiling as she started heading back to the lobby. “So, who came?”

“There’s the rest of your teammates; your sister and her team; your uncle, Mr. Branwen; and Ms. Schnee’s older sister, Winter Schnee. I’ve been asked to tell you that Mr. and Dr. Schnee are both unable to visit due to their duties at Haven, and your father Mr. Xiao Long is also unavailable due to his duties at Braun-Krebs.

“Would you like some help?” the nurse asked as they came back to the lobby, most of them sitting or standing under the shade of one of the large trees, Amanda, Yang, and Akko looking especially displeased about it as they all sat together in triangle, impatient looks on their faces. “We could split them up, and answer their questions separately, or I can just handle all of it for you.”

“Nah, I’m fine, thanks!” Ruby replied. “Go on, someone else here probably needs your help more than I do.”

The nurse smiled as they stopped before the open-air doors. “Heavens smile upon you!” he said as he bowed. “Excuse me, I will take my leave now.”

Ruby bowed, too, before she stepped outside to the gardens. “Hey guys!” she said, waving.

Yang, Akko, and Amanda looked up, Ruby braced herself as the three of them made a mad dash to her. Yang arrived first, picking Ruby up by her shoulders, looking her up and down, before she pulled her into a crushing bear hug. “Oh, Ruby, I am so glad you’re okay!”

Ruby gasped. “Like I said Yang: I’m fine…!”

Yang pulled her away, and set her back down. “Do you want to me go beat up Woody? Because I swear, once he’s out of the hospital, I will track him down, crush his twig and berries with that stupid bat of his, and send him right back in!”

Ruby sighed in relief, sucked in a breath, and said, “Yang, please don’t beat up Woody.”

“Well why not?!” Amanda whined as she stood next to them. “He fucked up Weiss—twice, may I add, and if I’m hearing right, he went after her ex first, ambushed you with a small army of his lackeys every time!

“That’s three strikes in three unfair fights, we don’t have any kind of mercy for guys like that in Vacuo!”

“Will you guys forget about revenge for a moment and focus on what’s important?!” Akko asked angrily. “How’s Weiss? Is she going to be okay? How bad were here injuries? Oh, please tell me she didn’t break anything...”

Ruby held up her hands, gestured for them to step back. All three of them did, the rest of the visitors coming up behind or beside them. “First of all…! Weiss is in the ICU right now. She lost a LOT of her aura when Woody and the Wolves beat her up, and her summoning such a powerful Grimm using her semblance didn’t really help…”

Akko tensed up, Winter frowned.

“Second!: They’ve gotten her stabilized, and her aura’s been recharged thanks to the equipment here. She still suffered a lot of bruises and cuts, her ribs will probably hurt for a while as they heal, and they warned me that for the next week or two, she’ll probably be having a lot of headaches, sleepiness, and going in and out thanks to all the painkillers and the head trauma.

“So long as she gets to rest, keep her aura levels up, relax, avoid stress, and not drink any more of Sucy’s creations… she’ll be fine.”

“Aww, and here I was hoping I could test some new healing potions of mine...” Sucy muttered.

Ruby ignored her. “They really don’t have a clue when she might be released, though they are sure that they’re going to be sending her back to her house in Hoshiko than Haven to recover. And third and finally!:

“No visitors...” she finished sadly.

Akko’s face fell as her shoulders slumped.

“What?! That’s bullshit!” Amanda said. “What, they think we can’t stomach what she looks like with tubes running in and out of her, and bandages keeping her together? I’ve seen worse—way worse!”

“No, they said that they’re afraid of her seeing any of us right now, because that might trigger her panic-summoning again, causing a lot of damage to the ICU and the other patients, not to mention herself...” Ruby explained.

“The Schnee family semblance is highly reactive to our emotions,” Winter added. “Negative ones especially.”

“Believe me, you do not want to catch any of those gals when they’re having a really bad day...” Qrow muttered.

Diana sighed. “So, I suppose all we really can do is just wait and see what develops?

“Yeah, pretty much...” Akko said sadly. “Actually… Ruby, Diana, could you guys come with me for a moment? I think it’s time for an emergency group meeting...” she looked at the others. “… Just us, please.”

“Can I join in?” Yang asked, stepping up. “I want to help.”

“I will, too, if I can get some answers about how the hell Weiss got roped up with the gangs here,” Amanda said. “Never thought she’d have led such an exciting life...”

Akko smiled politely. “It’s appreciated, honestly, guys, but… I want to keep it inside our team, for now.”

Yang and Amanda frowned, Jaune stepped up behind them and put his hands on their shoulders. “Can we just… you know… leave them to their team business?” he asked nervously.

“I already know what’s up with Weiss, and the whole story behind her and the Timber Wolves,” Sucy said. “It was a real topic of interest back when we were both in Sanctum—couldn’t really avoid it, despite how big the school is, everyone was talking about it.”

That satisfied Yang and Amanda, who started walking back to the line of cabs and airship ferries further down.

“So what is the story?” Amanda asked. “And don’t skimp on the gory details!”

“I only said I know it, not that I’d tell you it,” Sucy replied. “I’m a huntress, a botanist, and a biochemist, not a storyteller.”

“Then what was the point of you saying that earlier?!”

Akko watched them go, before she beckoned for Ruby and Diana to follow her. They sat down together on a bench by a sparkling pond, Akko sucked in a deep breath, before she slowly let it go. “Look… I made a promise to Weiss that I wouldn’t tell you guys without her, but I guess you guys really deserve to know so…

She looked at Ruby and Diana on either side of her. “… Promise you won’t tell anyone else without our permission?”

Diana nodded. “You have my word as a Cavendish,” she said, putting her hand to her heart.

“Yubikiri, just to be sure?” Ruby said, raising her pinky finger.

“Yubikiri,” Akko replied, meeting it with her own and raising her other hand to Diana.

“You want us to pinky swear…?” Diana asked, before she shook her head, and reluctantly entwined her pinky with Akko’s.

“You can not sing along with us if you don’t know the words, Diana,” Akko said, before she and Ruby sang a cheerful nursery rhyme, then put their hands down.  She sucked in another deep breath, and started, “So, you guys remember what Weiss was mumbling back in that cave…?”

Wednesday, Diana excused Akko and Ruby both from homework.

After their impromptu, private group meeting with Akko about what mysterious condition Weiss had, how long the two of them had been dealing with it together, and the trauma Ruby may or may not have been showing from the Timber Wolves’ attack, she thought it would have been cruel to force them to go back to the reading and homework they obviously struggled with.

Thursday, Diana said nothing when Akko declared she would just be attempting to talk to the Shiny Rod, after their last class, Advanced Combat Tactics.

True to the nature of her semblance, and her stores of aura that dwarfed Ruby, Diana, and Weiss’ estimated levels combined, Akko had spent most of the session getting shot and attacked in her teammates’ stead, and occupied dangerous targets with a mix of extreme close quarters combat and childish but effective taunts and insults.

It probably didn’t help that by the end of their session against the other teams, the battlefield was lousy with fumes from the concoctions Sucy used to mimic Weiss’ own glyphs, and how Akko was often caught in the blasts meant to weaken, disable, or inconvenience their opponents.

Friday, however, with the professors of their lecture-heavy classes drilling them relentlessly about the contents of their reading assignments, Akko failing all but the simplest questions thrown at her, and their assigning yet more reading then cryptically or blatantly warning of the first quizzes coming as soon as next week, Diana knew she could excuse it no longer.

She brought it up after Trans-Nav class, after another round of assessment tests. “Akko?” Diana asked as they left the hangar.

“Is about the studying?” Akko sighed. “Look, Diana, I’m trying, honestly, I am, but I just can’t do it!” She got a far-off look in her eyes as she turned away. “I’ve never really been able to do it the old-fashioned way, not without spending lots of hours more than other people, but with barely anything to show for it...”

“Looks like we really do have to recreate that system you talked about, or find an entirely new one...” Diana muttered. “Ruby, any success in how we’re going to go about that?”

“Zilch, sorry,” Ruby replied as they stepped back outside. “It’s one thing to recreate a design with a certain philosophy using similar conditions and materials, it’s another thing entirely to make it smaller and more efficient without having even seen the original in the first place, and without the original creator, too!

“I’d work a lot better if I had more documentation than what Weiss left us, or better yet, a practical demonstration of how their system worked. She didn’t exactly leave us with a lot of instructions about why she wrote things that way, what was her criteria for information important enough for Akko to remember, the additional context plus metaphors for her to gain a better understanding of it, and how they were supposed to be arranged and connected for review, assuming we had the materials and an appropriate testing facility.

“And you know, the fact that our supply run on Wednesday didn’t exactly go too well, and we can’t just borrow the Proving Grounds and string it all up with flashcards, yarn, and have Akko run around it for a few hours really killed any hopes of experimenting...”

“Maybe we should all just go spend the weekend at Hoshiko?” Akko offered. “We’ve still got tons of my old study materials laying around somewhere in storage—some of them are really old, too, so it’s like, uh, studying weapon prototypes, I guess?”

“It’d be more like iterations, like the progression from version 1 to version 7, actually, but yeah, that’d be great!” Ruby said. “Were any of them reused as bases or templates for other subjects?”

“A lot of them, actually!” Akko replied. “Maps, older lessons when I was wrestling with algebra, and of course there’s all the pictures of Grimm we had and where you could find them.”

“Perfect!” Ruby said rubbing her hands. “So long as all three of us all work together, we should be able to figure out the system AND work on our reading assignments at the same time.”

“Hold on, you two,” Diana said, stopping at the side of an intersection. “This is all well and good from a theoretical standpoint, but let’s think of the logistics of this:

“How are we going to get to Hoshiko, and how much of our time is the trip alone going to take out of our weekend? Who’s going to be paying our fare? Are Weiss’ grandparents even going to let us stay over, and even if they do, will they even have enough space inside to accommodate us all?”

“Airship to Wind Path, rickshaw to Hoshiko, bike to her place, it’s like an hour and a half for each trip, tops, unless something’s broken down for whatever reason,” Akko replied.

“I’ve still got a lot of cash on hand since I didn’t end up buying supplies, and Weiss told me if it’s cramped, we could just go camping,” Ruby continued. “She said her whole family’s basically huntsmen and huntresses, and that her mom does security around the village on the reg.”

“And how good would she be at this?” Diana asked, looking at Akko.

“Let me put it this way: the only attacks at Hoshiko tend to be from Grimm we give a name to, they’re that big and dangerous; with victims that intentionally strayed from the main road and deep into the forests or up the mountains; or from roving bandits who happened to be passing by the.”

“Hoshiko may be tiny, cramped, and we didn’t build on the mountains as nice as here in Mistral, but it’s safe there, especially when Uncle Nick and Aunt Frosty are around!” Akko chirped.

“And you’re fine with Weiss not being there, and that she won’t mind…?” Diana asked, her voice softening.

Akko winced, and frowned. “… Well… no, not really! But… you know, grades are more important, and I’m sure she’ll understand.”

Diana nodded. “I suppose it’s settled then. Akko, kindly tell both Professor and Doctor Schnee we’ll be staying over for the weekend. Then, all of us to the library: I want to get a head-start on all our assignments, and which topics we should be experimenting with first.”

“Sounds look a plan!” Akko said. “Team AWRD: to the library, then Hoshiko!” she cried, thrusting her hand to the heavens.

“To the library, then Hoshiko!” Ruby cried, imitating her.

The two of them looked at Diana, she slowly shook her head. “I’m sorry, but as I said: no.”

“You should try it some time, Diana,” Ruby said as she put her arm down. “It’s actually kinda fun.”

“Maybe some other time, when we’re not as bogged down with crises...” Diana muttered as they started walking again.

Note: “The Bunker” is the nickname for the “Braun-Krebs Combat Academy For Persons With Disability.”

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things are ugly now. things are too loud, they move too quickly, they will bury me as they always do (for a while)

for a few months, it was okay. maybe keeping busy made it okay. work, school, home, eat, read, sleep, rinse and repeat. but spring break is here, and i dont know whether or not to be grateful for school returning (maybe it will break me but maybe it will keep me occupied enough to not do anything rash)

i have too much time! i dont have enough time! i don’t know what i want. i don’t know what would help. when things are okay i think i am used to this but it comes on so quickly and so fiercely and i wake up one morning and feel myself sinking with no foothold.

going to the seder helped. the picnic helped. a lot of things help, sometimes, (reading, replaying the same album to death, making love, making myself coffee) but sometimes none of it helps.

—

(here is the problem:

i want to be around my friends, my family, michael (i also want to be alone).

i want texts and letters and conversations (i want everyone to leave me the fuck alone, i want to become deaf and invisible, to ignore every call i get and remain silent during conversations).

-i want to open up to people (i want to lock myself in my room and lie down and rot))

—

i think the Good lasted for long enough this time that i forgot how to function when this happens, and i do not know which way is up. if i don’t eat i feel sick and hollow, when i do eat i feel fat and ashamed. if i stay up i am tired. if i sleep in i am tired. if i don’t talk to my friends i get so sad, and when i do talk to them i wish i hadn’t in the first place. i want to have sex and then i have it and i wonder when it will be over.

it should be such a good time of the year! springtime is here and i’m warm again, passover is here and it’s such a joyful, profoundly wonderful thing, school is almost over. these are all good things and i am wasting all of them. instead, i am spending my days sitting in my room and wishing i was anywhere else. i am terrified of summer. the idea of having so much free time scares the shit out of me.

i felt like this in the winter, before New York, and then after, and for those weeks I was so awfully sad that I scared myself. it wasn’t like that since sophomore year, i think. i’m not sure. it’s hard to gage how bad things were after the fact. once things are good again, it seems like theyve always been good.

but this feels like:

-driving through tennessee in the middle of the night with noone but myself for company, with tall dark mountains on either side, on a highway too thin to be comfortable. the mountains are imposing but beautiful in the day but at night they are suffocating, malicious, and the road becomes a cage. i am sick of the songs i’m playing but i don’t want to listen to anything else. i talk to myself because if i don’t, i will fall asleep and crash my car, and the idea is more inviting than it is scary

-in the car in new jersey, driving away from my City, knowing i am heading back to flat muddy earth and ignorance and mediocrity. driving is difficult because i start crying again every time i think of tall buildings, or the subway, or the coffee in chelsea, or the apartment

-a motel in birmingham, my car ruined against a guardrail (and secretly i am almost a little grateful for the crash because it has delayed going back to the place i hate so much).

i don’t think anything caused this (it’s never that easy) but some things are making it worse: the looming threat of sleepless nights before finals, the tense conversation with my best friend, and of course New York. some days i only go to class because if i do not go, my GPA will not be good, and I won’t get into law school in the City, and every time i think about spending my life here in louisiana i want to drown. oh, G-d, i can’t even think about it. baton rouge is killing me. the heat, the people, my school, everything feels like poison. waking up here every day feels like decaying

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Can anyone recommend good/trusted car insurance companies in Southern California (Los Angeles)? I just moved to Los Angeles from the East coast so I am not familiar with the local car insurance companies. I have had Geico for the past 6 months but I'm not sure if I want to stay with Geico. The customer service people are kind of rude.

Volkswagen beetle (2004) insurance?

I'm 17, starting to drive... All the quotes I have been getting for small cars like yaris's, cluo's, ka's etc, have ranged from 5 to 9 grand. I checked Tue insurance for a 2004 vw beetle, that ranged from 2 to 4 grand. Why are they cheaper than smaller cars?""

In BC how much difference in insurance costs is it based on the cost of the?

vehicle? I'm not talking about liability but collision and comprehension. I'm buying a car that costs about 10,000.00 and I am used to driving crappy cars that cost $2000.00. I'm trying calculate the difference in insurance costs. Does anybody know?""

Airplane Insurance Cost?

How much will airplane insurance cost a student pilot? Do I need insurance to rent a plane? What if I buy my own cessna skyhawk while I am a student?

Car insurance... ways to lower it?

I know there are many variables but I've found the cheapest insurance company for me and adjusted various thing to lower it, all things are still true to me, but I'm currently looking to pay around 2400 I have found cheaper insurance for around 1400 bit then looking to pay around 1200 for the car, I bought my car for 80 as it was a family members car and needed work, but its all repaired, so the money id spend on a car wouldn't make up for insurance, also I've found insurance cheaper for my car but has a black box fitted to the car if I do that, but I may want to drive later than 11.00pm""

Is the cost of car insurance changed more by cost of the car or of the person driving it?

Is the cost of car insurance changed more by cost of the car or of the person driving it?

""If I buy a term insurance policy for 30 years, what happens if I live more than 30 years?""

If I buy a term insurance policy for 30 years, what happens if I live more than 30 years?""

""I heard about this non-owners auto insurance, what exactly is it?""

I heard about this non-owners auto insurance, what exactly is it?""

Can i get insurance on my car with out a licence?

Im 18..and i have a car..i dont have a licence yet...only my permit..so can i still get insurance on the car with out a licence?

What insurances will insure scooters?

I am planning on opening a scooter rental business very soon. I need to know how I can get these scooters insured. How much usually would it cost. Please let me knoe someone.. Thank You

What is the telephone number to American Standard Insurance?? *car*?

thanks!!

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find out car insurance price

My son is turning 16 and how much would his insurance cost with a Jeep Cherokee?

My son is turning 16 and how much would his insurance cost with a Jeep Cherokee?

Does an auto insurance company look at my grid when transferring insurance to a new vehicle?

Disclaimer; Please, I am not looking to have judgement passed on me as I know I made a mistake. In October 2011 I was convicted of DUI. I served my 1 year driving prohibition but left my vehicle insured because my boyfriend was driving me a lot of places. When my insurance renewed the 2 times since the conviction, my rates didn't go up but I am really not too sure why..I am a long term customer of my insurance company and I can only assume that they were made aware of the conviction in my file but maybe it auto renewed so it went un-noticed? Here is my question. If I purchase a new vehicle and transfer my existing insurance policy to it, is it highly likely that my file will be looked at more closely and my rates will sky rocket? Can the ins company retro charge me for the past 2 years in which my rates did not go up? How long until this conviction falls off my driving record and no longer warrants higher than normal insurance charges? Thank you so much.""

Car insurance INCREASE every 6 months with no accidents/tickets? wtf!?

Last year I had Unitrin Direct....they were charging me $85 a month...this is with NO tickets or accidents for the last 5 years of my driving record....this is also with the BASIC ...show more

What is the price of a mini copper and its insurance?

just wondering what the price of a mini copper is to buy and the cheapest insurance? Details would be helpful Thankx

When was car insurance for teens increased?

I was wondering how long and in what year was car insurance for teens increased? links would be very helpful... Thanks All!

Does passing on shoulder make insurance go up?

If you get a ticket that accuses you of passing on the shoulder, would that add points to your record and make insurance go up like a speeding ticket?""

Do i need motorcycle insurance to get my tags?

I have my first motorcycle, a green 2002 kawasaki ninja 250, green of course. I am working on getting insurance but its going to take about 5 more days. Can i get my tags without insurance?""

Can anyone recommend a motorcycle insurance company in the UK?

My son is 20 and trying to get reasonable quotes which don't cost more than the value of the bike is driving me nuts. I've tried all the comparison sites but what I want to know is which companies are worth bothering with. I've been on some review websites and looked up the companies which come up with the cheapest quotes and a lot of the reviews call them rip off merchants and say not to touch them. I want to hear from someone who's actually had to make a claim and been satisfied with the service.

Can I still use my mom's health insurance?

My Mom has Anthem Blue Cross SISC III. I am married but 19 years old, and under the Affordable Care Act, children 26 and under are still supposed to be covered, married or unmarried, unless the adult child has another offer of employer-based coverage . My husband is a Marine, so I have the option to use Tricare, but I do not have my OWN employer-based coverage, so can I still use my mom's insurance? Her insurance plan is a lot better than Tricare.""

How much would my insurance be?

Hi, I'm a 17 year old female and just passed my driving test. My parents are successful, therefore they're giving me their 2011 Ford Galaxy 2.3 Ghia with a supercharged fitted on it. I was wondering how much the insurance would be? Do they consider the speed of the car? Thanks.""

How do I get car insurance in Massachussets?

Progressive, GEIKO, and more don't serve MA. WHY? I can't find anyone who serves MA. Which car insurance is the cheapest and how do I get it. Thanks.""

What is the best insurance to buy for maternity care?

My husband and I had tricare but he is out of the military now, so we are looking for good insurance as we are currently ttc. Thanks!""

Affordable health insurance in Florida for someone who is 22 with no kids.?

I am 22 years old and I live in Florida. I have no health insurance but I really need it because I have asthma and alot of other health issues that seem to come up alot. Does anyone know of any type of affordable health insurance or anything that could help me?

Where can I get the cheapest car insurance in Ontario?

I'm looking to purchase a used car, probably 6-7 years old, and I am a 29 year old male living in Toronto. I want the most basic insurance available required by law, as the vehicle will be less than $4k, so I will take the hit if something happens to the car. I've seen really good quotes from Johnson insurance, but can anyone recommend any other insurance companies which offer cheap insurance for basic coverage? Thanks in advance, Joe""

Will my parents insurance go up if I received a speeding ticket and I am not on their insurance?

I'm 17 and I recently got pulled over by a Louisiana State Trooper for going 84mph in a 60mph speed zone. I was driving my mother's car and she is insured with State Farm but I am not on the policy. I know I can plea guilty and take a class to get it off of my record but I hope it doesn't affect their car insurance rates......

Do insurance companies really have access to driving & traffic records if one's getting a new quote?

I don't have the best driving & traffic record, and have been driving without insurance for about 5 months now. However, when I called Progressive to a get a quote from them I lied about it all, they gave me an amazing quote!! I still haven't enrolled with them -plan to if all my pathetic lying goes through- but my concern is that my premiums will go up if they do have access to my driving, traffic and my previous insurance's records. Does anybody know if they are just bluffing about their access to these records? PLEASE HELP!""

Car Insurance or Home owners insurance? Is my car covered?

I have a car that is stored in a locked enclosed car trailer on my property. I do not currently have auto insurance on it and was curious to know if it would be covered under my home owners insurance policy.

How can i get my story known if Im a United States Marine Corps veteran and dont qualify for health insurance?

They tell me I make too much to get the government insurance and the company Ive worked for throughout the last 7 months will not promote me to full time to where I could even qualify for health care. Im married with a 3 month old and owe 30k in medical bills already at the age of 22. Is there anything anyone can tell me that will help?

Insurance help???!?!?!?

right, im a 17 year old male who passed my test in may 2010, however i now have enough money for a cheap car and insurance, but why is it so expensive?? cheapest i have found is like 4k so please if anyone can help what is the best cars to get cheap insurance, i have tried putting myself as a second driver but is still really expensive, i need some help where is the best place, what is the price you have? i just need helpp!!!! pleeasssee""

""Where can I buy cheap auto insurance in Houston, Texas?Just moved here, only paid $30/month in California!?""

Want to buy cheap auto insurance in person! In California I paid $30 a month at a place that catered to poor people basically, but had good coverage for cheap. I am not interested in paying double online with Geico, progressive, etc (as the quotes I've gotten are). Where can I get cheap basic coverage in person in Houston Texas? Thank you.""

How does car insurance really work for new drivers?

I passed my road test with flying colors last Friday, but my parents refuse to either get me a car, or allow me to drive theirs by myself. They quote insurance as the main problem - new drivers who are male and under 25 typically get insurance rates that are like 200% plus the normal rate. Now if that were the way it really worked for everyone, I wouldn't say anything, considering that I know it's not my car I'd be driving. However, I have plenty of friends who use their parents insurance, but don't pay a penny extra. I'm wondering how exactly that is done, because if my parents had their way, I'd be driving with them sitting in the side seat until the age of 25 - not happening.""

Should i get a policy on My Dad's car insurance?

Hi all My Dad has been with Churchill a long time and says they are brilliant. I have been looking at my own policys and they are around 2.5k-3k which is so out of my price range it is unreal.I have checked how much it would cost to have my Dad as the main driver on another Churchill Policy on my car and have me as a name driver,Protect his no claims and i am also able to build up my own for future use with Churchill. The cost of this kind of policy totals at around 750. Should i take this or could there be any problems in the future.""

""Im pregnant , no insurance, what doctors will see me?

i know i can apply for wic and etc however i still need to go to the doc asap and was wondering if there are any that will see me without having insurance that are affordable in the knoxville tn area

What is the average price of car insurance for a Volkswagen gti mark 1?

First time driver soon and my mum promised to buy one for me as a first car

Let's not have universal health care but just make health insurance more affordable?

and have the insurance companies take out take all these pre existing condition clauses. Then we don't have to worry about giving health care to illegals or higher taxes. Does anyone agree with me?

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find out car insurance price

How am I supposed to get Medical Insurance if I'm out of work?

I am 59 years of age. I've been out of work since Oct.'012. I live in SC. I have been trying in vain since 012 to get a parttime job. I live alone with my mother. She is 86 ...show more

Does getting a quote mean that I now automatically have Insurance?

I just recently bought a car, I am 18 and I am pretty unfamiliar with how owning a car works (this is my first car). Now since I am so young I would just like to see what prices each insurance company will get me. Now my question is as soon as you accept to get a quote does that mean that they will automatically insure you. Because I want to get as many quotes as I can but just so I can make a decision between different Insurance companies, not so they can automatically insure me just because I requested a quote.""

Is this the only way I can get cheaper car insurance at 17?

Have my mam as the main driver on my car and add myself as a driver, my mam has 6 years no claims bonus and i've only just passed my test.""

Need help with my car insurance. . . ?

i need some help cos i'm pretty confused so i bought a car at the start of the year, took out a loan to get it, etc and I have been having no problems paying it off so that was going fine. than two months ago i had a huge crash which totalled my car. It wasn't deemed my fault or the other person's fault. I did have full comprehensive insurance, but i missed two payments. I remember recieving a letter saying if i kept missing these payments then my insurance would be cancelled. Than when i put my claim in to get my insurance on my car through after the crash, they said i had recieved a letter syaing that my insurance had been cancelled due to lack of payments. I'm confused, i didn't get that letter. now, i have no car and am still paying off that loan. Is there any way I can fix this. I don't think i would be able to get another loan for another car, and i don't want to put myself into that much debt, but i really do need a car help?!?!?!""

Can I fight a NYS TVB no motorcycle insurance ticket?

I got five Traffic Violations Bureau tickets on my bike: Uninspected - $145 Unlicensed Motorcycle Driver - $175 Motorcycle Unreg (istered) - $175 Improper plates - ? Uninsured - ??? The tickets will cost me more than the bike is worth. :( I now have the bike insured and a license; any chance the judge would show leniency (clean license/record) and throw out one or two of the tickets? (Do I postpone and hope the officer doesn't show up?) Also, I'd like to plead on-line but the tickets still haven't shown up (getting close to the 15-day deadline). Will I have a default judgment against me if I keep on waiting? Any idea how severe no insurance on a bike is for the TVB? Sorry for all the questions, thanks in advance.""

Citroen c2 1.4 insurance why so expensive how to get smaller quote?

I just bought a C2 1.4 04 plate less than 30000 on clock semi auto and when I came to insure it nearly died! More than I paid for car! I am 30 and have been driving for 5 years, the first year I had my own car then I have driven hire cars or been a named driver on relatives cars. No claims, points, accidents or offences. WHY SO EXPENSIVE??? Please help me I feel in so annoyed as can't drive without insurance and at this rate can't afford to insure! Any info greatly received :)""

Auto insurance for son ?

Is my son automatically covered under our auto insurance now that he has a Driver's license ? If I call the insurance company won't they charge me some ridiculous amount of money for a 16 year old ?

What is the best affordable device to locate my vehicle asap if it was stolen?

Don't tell me cops or AAA it doesn't work

I Scratched another car how much will my insurance go up?

While backing up at a gas station I bumped into a guys car and left a dime size bump on his car how much do you think it will cost? and how much will my insurance go up?

Is the cost of car insurance increased when you drive a coupe as opposed to a sedan?

I want to buy an acura integra and i want to know if the 2 door would be more expensive to insure than the 4 door because of the 2 door's sportier appearance. I'm almost 19.

Car insurance and license suspended?

i got car insurance on my car i have always had it but my parents say that if i got my license suspended in one state, i dont got car insurance in that very state but i do in any other state, i am totally confused someone please clarify this??""

What is the best insurance?

car insurances like Alstate,Progressive,etc.""

Is there anyone on their parents car insurance ?

a few of my friends are and im wondering how much extra you have to pay to go on your parents car insurance rather than your own, thankyou""

Why am I forced to buy health insurance?

I do not want to buy any type of insurance and am willing to live with the potential risk this involves. I respect that others might want to buy insurance, but do not force me to buy it. I respect the decisions of others when they decide to be insured, so in return they should respect that I do not want to be insured and live with the risk this involves. It would then be my own fault if I come into a situation where I would find myself unable to pay health-care costs and succumb to my disease/injuries. So why do some people and the government continue not to respect my way of life if I respect theirs? And please do not say that because public hospitals would be forced to treat uninsured people like me - the government should immediately repeal this socialistic law/practice, too!""

A question about car insurance?

Does your insurance drop when you have a baby? I know it does when you get married, but I wasn't sure about having a baby. Thanks!""

Car insurance Questions!! HELP!!!?

My wife and I bought a used car the other day. The car dealership didnt require us to have insurance on it before we left because we paid cash for it. Well on the way home she got into a wreck. It was her fault. Someone said that the dealership covers the car up to 30 days from the time you bought it?? Does anyone know abt this? Or know how I can have it covered? Thanks

If a have a named Driver on my car insurance will it make a any Difference in price?

If a have a named Driver on my car insurance will it make a any Difference in price?

How does car insurance work? do u have to pay for it monthly?

i'm buying my first car and am confused as to how car insurance works. i know its better to have insurance before driving your car off the lot but how does insurance work? do you pay insurance monthly liek you do for a car note?

How can I apply for Insurance???

Is there a site where i can go and Apply for Insurance??? Is there another way to do it?? Thanks that would be great.

Do I have to have my mom on my car insurance?

I recently bought a car(mustang!) and I was able to get a pretty low premium, do I need to put my mom as a additional driver? She has her own car and her own premium.""

Insurance fraud?

someone i know received a LARGE payout from an insurance company for permanent injuries in an accident. It has been settled, and now he does everything, heavy lifting, recreational sports, etc. Since it is settled, as of march of this year, should i not be so upset that it looks like insurance fraud. i pay so much insurance costs that people like this just infuriate me. i was told by others who have the same opinion of him, that once it's settled the insurance company can't do anything. True? thanks for any help/opinions on this matter.""

What happens if I get caught without car insurance?

I'm 16 and I live in AZ. What would happen if I was caught driving my mom's car without insurance? I have my license and never got caught breaking the law. What would happen to me? Car insurance is about 150 a month and I could buy a new car instead of paying that.

Is insurance expensive in San Diego?

Looking to move to Cailforna .How's the insurance out there?

How much would my car insurace be with a used 2007 scion tc?

By time I get the car I will be 18 years old. I have allstate insurance. I drive under my mom and dads name and I have a 3.1 GPA. I've never gottten in a wreck or gotten a ticket and i've been driving for almost a year now. About how much do you think my insurance willl be monthly? Thanks.

How Much do you think my car insurance will go up on a new car ?

OK I just bough a new car today......its a 2011 model and i traded in a 2002 model .....Im 19 years old...over the past 2 years of driving my insurance has been $100 a month and last month it went down to $75 ....i know you may not know how much just an estimate .

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It’s amazing how quickly we got itchy feet after the we returned from the South Island so the chance to get away again and join a gathering of fellow Dethleffs owners in Northland was too good an opportunity to pass up. Despite the winter and worry about sodden campgrounds I managed to convince Sarah that we would find some nice places to stay and promised that a high pressure weather system was coming and it would be fine.

After rain on Monday and Tuesday and looking fairly gloomy Wednesday I wasn’t feeling so confident of fine weather coming but we headed away regardless with rain following us the whole way North. The plan was to check out the Waipu Caledonian Park for the first night as we had heard some really good things about the place. Sadly upon our arrival the camping area was roped off but we wouldn’t have parked there anyway as it was far to muddy and boggy.

We decided that we would move on towards Whangarei but first I wanted to try and catch up with Janice and Steve. I worked with Janice when I lived in Whangarei back in the early 1980’s and had completely lost touch until one day on the Motorhome Friends Facebook page I noticed that she had made a comment on the same post I had and followed it up from there.

Janice and Steve are full time in their 5th wheeler and have been for the last 3 1/2 years travelling a lot of New Zealand and loving the lifestyle. It was really good to catch up with them and I know we will meet again on the road one day soon.

So with Waipu out as a place to stay we decided that we would revisit the NZMCA camp at Manganese Point just out of Whangarei. Last time we visited this place we had to be towed up the driveway as we got stuck on the loose gravel. However shortly after we visited the tricky part of the driveway was sealed so we knew it would be OK.

It really is a pretty camp right on the harbour with views right out to the refinery at Marsden Point and up the harbour towards Whangarei. The only drawback was with the big hill behind the camp the sun still hadn’t made it to the van at 10.30am not really helping getting the house batteries charged.

We decided that we would move onto Ocean Beach where we knew there was walking track up the hill to the site of the WW2 Radar Station built in the early 1940’s as part of New Zealand’s coastal defence network. Parking in the car park we went to inspect the freedom camping area which has a maximum vehicle length of 10 metres. Sadly the only way you would fit a vehicle this size into the spot would be to take up the whole area leaving no space for others. Yet again a lack of thought on the part of planners not providing space for larger campers.

The sign showed a 5 to 6 hour walk for only 7 kilometres, thinking that we have walked this distance easily in 2 hours we set off along the pathway! Oh the ignorance of misplaced confidence! The walk starts off with a gentle climb through a small pine plantation and then starts heading uphill on a slightly steeper climb.

As we got higher up the hill we reached the foot cleaning station to assist with helping prevent the Kauri dieback disease which we would have used had they actually contained any of the chemicals in either of the bottles, but sadly they were both empty. Since we hadn’t been bush walking in these shoes since we brought them it probably didn’t matter anyway. Note to DOC: Put a phone number on the sign to call and let them know if the refill bottle needs refilling.

From the boot cleaning station the path takes a serious uphill slant and became quite the slog as we rose higher and higher up the hillside. All the while it was also a matter of watching were you placed your foot as the rain over the previous few days had left the path very wet and slippery. More than once both of us felt a foot slide out from underneath but thankfully both of us managed to remain upright.

There isn’t much left of the old Radar station and after about an hours climb to reach the ruins we felt a little cheated the views however did compensate for the lack of ruins. The station was manned by 5 staff we lived on site, with no road access you would have got rather fit getting up and down for supplies. I also wonder when I see concrete in a place like this how they actually got it here.

While we were at the Radar Station, Sarah got talking to lady who was coming down the track and she convinced us that it was only a short walk from here to the top of the hill and a spectacular lookout at that point. So even though I had struggled a little with the walk at this point I foolishly agreed to continue onwards.

It felt like the hill went from just being steep to being extremely steep with stairs appearing in a number of places as we rose up “vertical”cliffs. I am exaggerating here but for some reason I was really beginning to struggle and almost gave up when we reached the top.

At least we assumed it was the top as the path appeared to head downhill from here. We wandered out to the cliff edge to take in the views. Or at least Sarah did with my fear of heights getting the better of me. But to get the 360 degree views you would have to have climbed a really steep cliff or we where in the wrong place. Regardless I said to Sarah that I wasn’t going to proceed any further this was the limit of my climbing ability for the day and we started the downwards trek.

Of course the walk back down the hill was a lot easier that going the other way but the chance to have a seat and rest those legs has to be taken when a comfortable seat or at least a seat presents itself.

Despite my moaning and protests about the steepness of the climb it was well worth it and we both had a huge sense of achievement as we reached the lower levels of the hill on the way back to the beach.

It really is a very pretty beach and you can imagine in summer that it would be very popular despite it’s remoteness. The water almost looked good enough for a swim but the cold wind and common sense put paid to that very brief idea. We decided that rather than return to Manganese Point we would stay at the CAP Whangarei Cruising Club. There is actually also a freedom camp right next door too the club but it was just a bog so that ruled itself out. There is a limit of 5 motorhomes on any given night with this managed by the resident caretakers Dave and Karen who control the lockable gate.

It’s a really pretty spot right on the water with parking on the hard during such wet conditions it was the ideal spot for the night. At $10 including free use of the showers and toilets it’s also really well priced. About the only drawback is the traffic noise as when you park in the place we did you are rather close to the road. Still however the views made it worthwhile being there.

From here it’s off to Kerikeri where we are catching up with some fellow Dethleffs owners and the next part of the adventure….

Whangarei Heads It's amazing how quickly we got itchy feet after the we returned from the South Island so the chance to get away again and join a gathering of fellow Dethleffs owners in Northland was too good an opportunity to pass up.

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It wasn’t too long ago that Catherine and I decided to have a “Girl’s Day”.  It was a gorgeous day, the weather was perfect.  When I asked her what did she want to do, she replied that she would like to go to the pool.   My heart immediately sunk.

The dreaded pool.  The embarrassing swimsuit.  The excess weight gain that I can’t blame on Baby weight any more since my kids are 12 and 15.

I tired to negotiate, “Let’s go to the river instead, I know a nice secluded spot that is just perfect.”   She reluctantly agreed to go to this elusive spot that I completely over-exaggerated, mainly because we had already passed two swimming pools and I had a panic attack about the over-crowded parking lot and started crying.

We trudged in the muddy water, both of us completely miserable, but still determined to have a good time.  It didn’t take long for her to lose her sandal, we both watched it float downstream as I did my best to chase it while sliding on the rocks, barely able to breath because of the frigid water temperature.

As I was retrieving the sandal, she was sneaking out of the river.  I turned around, sandal in hand, she was headed to the car laughing at me as I was trying to balance myself on the rocks.

We get in the car, she asked again if we could just go to the pool.   I had a brief internal nervous breakdown and off we drove to my doom….Oh, I mean Pool.

When we got there, she immediately spotted some friends, there was a bench conveniently empty next to them so we snatched it up and I encouraged her to go hang out with them.   She did, the girls ignored her.  She tried so hard to fit in, but they got up and gathered into a circle around the fence with their cell phones, taking selfies with their tongues stuck out, which I am pretty sure has taken the place of “duck lips”.   She sat on the bench that they were hanging out at trying to casually make her way back to me without looking like a total loser, after a few minutes, she made her way back to me.

We sat there silently for a little bit, then she asked if I would like to go swimming with her.   I am pretty sure I never felt so comfortable in a swimsuit in my life.  I asked her if she was ok while we were wading in the pool.  She laughed and said of course she was, she wanted to hang out with me anyway.

I will be honest, I wasn’t sure how that comment made me feel.   Proud, that she wanted to be with me.  Sad, that this stupid cruel world we live in thinks it is acceptable to hurt a little girl who is just so desperate to  find a friend.  Completely pissed off, that these prissy little jerks have their faces in their phones 24/7 and can’t see that there is a great big world out there that they are missing.

Kids know nothing about “Changing the World” anymore.  They don’t know how to be good citizens or friends to kids who may be just a little different than them.   They search for that one group of friends that act just like them, while taking advantage of bikini season Posing half naked in their provocative selfies desperate for a boy to notice them.  The conversations they were having was sickening to hear, and I was actually happy to know that my daughter was not part of that particular group.

As we wrapped up our pool excursion and made our way back home, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.   She just doesn’t seem to fit in.  Sure, she is different.  It’s not her fault, God decided to wire her a bit differently than other kids.   Her heart is the same.  Actually, I am proud to say, her heart is way bigger than others.   It is unfortunate that kids want to grow up so fast, whatever happened to just going to a pool and actually going swimming?  If you want to relax poolside, how about read a book or entertain each other by….wait for it….talking to each other!!

I learned a few lessons that day.

Just wear the swimsuit, and wear it proud!   I earned every stretch mark.

Ok, so maybe I need to go on a diet…..

I am raising my kids to be good humans.

I am teaching her to love every one, no matter their ethnicity, disability or social status.

There is nothing more beautiful than a good heart.

I can’t punch, trip or drown mean girls because that would be frowned upon.

The older she gets, the more she notices that she is different.  She is not one to let me take a picture of her because she thinks she is ugly.  She quietly blends in when she is around kids her age, or she retreats to me or another adult.  Social situations, no matter how hard she tries, can sometimes be an overwhelming experience for her.

I don’t pressure her to be around kids her age, but I do pray that God sends her that one special friend that embraces her nerdiness and her weird tendencies and loves her anyway.

Today, she had the opportunity to hang out with her cousin and her friend that happens to live next door to us.   Due to a full summer schedule they hadn’t been able to see each other for quite some time.   I had some work to do at The Greenbrier and decided to invite them to tag along with me.   Gave them some money and told them to have fun.   They went to dinner at Draper’s and shared a giant banana split for dessert, then took off for a few hours to explore.   We caught up after I finished up and decided to take a walk and enjoy the evening.

The teenager that is totally camera shy came out of her shell with the help of her friends.  They laughed and joked, making the pictures burst with personality and self confidence.  There were no selfies.  They weren’t trying to impress anyone.  It was just three friends enjoying each other.  Talking.  Laughing.  Just being kids.

On the way home, they were talking about the things they used to do with each other when they were younger, playing with their American Girl dolls, climbing the neighbors tree house, sledding on the coldest of winter days.

“I wish we were young again.”  they all said simultaneously.

I put my sunglasses on, not because the sun was too bright, but to hide the tears in my eyes.  Ages 16, 15, and 13 were talking about wanting to be young again, while I am trying desperately to stop my aging process by wearing excess amounts of anti-aging sunscreen, buying the latest and greatest wrinkle cream, liposuction, boob job, tummy tuck…yet I am still embarrassed to be seen in a bathing suit.    All because I so desperately wanted someone to love me.  I needed his approval.   I told myself over and over again that I was not good enough.

What was I teaching my daughter?  What am I going to teach her?

I am going to stop worrying so much about my, not so fit, swimsuit body and teach my daughter to love herself.

I am going to teach her that if you are lucky enough to have one friend, you are truly blessed.

I am going to teach her that she never has to have the approval of a boy to make her a beautiful woman.

She will be taught to be strong, independent and able to stand on her own.

 She will always be loved and she will be taught to love.

So you’re a little weird?  Work it!!  A little different?  OWN it!   Better to be a nerd than one of the herd!     -Mandy Hale

  **This particular pool incident took place a few weeks ago, I am proud to say that this Momma wore a very modest high wasted bikini to the beach last week and we had the time of our lives!!  She also made a super cool, nerdy friend from Tennessee and they spent the week together swimming and crabbing!!

  Better to be a Nerd than one of the Herd It wasn't too long ago that Catherine and I decided to have a "Girl's Day".  It was a gorgeous day, the weather was perfect. 

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