#and she like FROZE. so I ran up the side of the hill (still crazy far) and called for her again and she realized it was me and started

[xaviergalatis]

XD'

Phew!

Walk in this bitch im with the gang

Man's

Man down

Locked for a !madness

Opps

Doing crazy shit every night, ain't no big thang

You don't know my language, don't know Skrrtinese

Woke up this morning got cups in my face

You not special at all, you big plain

A backpack nigga with luxury tastebuds

And the Louis Vuitton store got all of my pay stubs

Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary

like I need the.....

Got them racks scattered all over my apartment

I shoot anything under the sun

jus called up [?] you know what we doin',

Woke up in Saks fith

Catch me out in Europe, 'cause I'm important

My bitch don't rock no Jordan's 'cause she gothic

Yung Bruh, this that hot shit, this ain't no pop shit

I'm smoking thrax

Any rumor you ever heard about m

I forgot, I made 50 bands off this laptop

You see that boy You better shoot in his face

Twizzy sending shots just like he Curry

be lookin like "Damn, what the fuck?"

We pull up in that i8, that Roadster, that Cullinan

We gon' pop out in a truck (Woah, woah)

Blue tint windows, I'm fuckin' it up

Thay say I be geeked the fuck up

Everybody wanna copy me, they think it's cool (They

think

Choppa on me, I'm bussin' it up

know who I am, who are you? You came up to me like I know you but I am confused

I guess this Shawty she doin' a handstand

ah, I don't even fuck with nobody at all, no friends

Whole lotta racks in the bust down

Went and copped ten, then I went and got—

Psh, I'm up

Blue strips

Call my diamonds ice spice all they do is dance

Stick in the box

Yeah, ha, yeah

Out in London, got the Tonka

Got a bunch of bad b****** I can't wait to replace

Double OT

(babe)

I tried to save you in time, but you wanted to stay in there

I'm too underrated, thought that they would leave me the my

Man's got caught. Start singing like he's Drake

Spent a lil then pack of a purse off lean

Better that I change my number so you can't explain

Yeah, it's 5 AM and you still outside, it's freezing, yeah

jus called up [?] you know what we doin',

Big body Benz member I used to be dusty

I'm from the east with the squad

Bitch I'm on demon time

Got a crush on this waitress I might serve it

30s coming in I got good prescription

Yeah. I would like to purchase studio time

Take lotta L,s before you make m,s

Mob ties

I don't give a fuck what you said (Nah), delete my number

Cutty

Chop

Lamb

made twenty bands yesterday without even trying

I just be hitting buttons on my phone and watch it pile in

Arc'teryx

Back in the day started out with an eight

Ran off on the plug it was too easy

Ran off on the plug

212 be my playground

LA chew right through the week

Hit the ground heavy

Running low in Cali

Going uptown (UH!)

Airplane

Surf

You ain't talking about a bag don't say my name

You'd just a lame

Keep rolling blunts of sticky

I stay on go ain't got time to kick it keke

The feds

That like bitch gimme face

Popping out the amg

Smoking exotics

Order

My twizzy

I don't even tap I just go insane

Hell cat

Perky inside my soda get it fizzy

When I was down bad you was never around

Every Friday I'm make it move like Jason

Move it to my house

Tints

1700

I'm a Florida boy I been wilding for so long

California hot shit but I'm froze up

Pelican

25 racks for a verse

I put 5 grams in the wood I don't even know if I can get high

Double cup styrofoam pour it up

Wanna eat me up

I feel like a teddy bear

Lol shawty doing a hand stand

Bitch, I ain't shoppin' at no mallCan't even pronounce what I got on

Double R RR

Side popping

Came up from the mud

got it out the mud

Grew up to the moon

Rockstar popstar

In the hills

Imma do it while I land

Why you keep texting on my phone like bitch you better go show some

Move it to my house

One phone call....

I walk in this bitch

I have to write to find bakence

John calling me Relly

Got a script in my pocket I ain't seen no doctor

Smoking on zotic

Going wild in this fast lane

Seen the lights of the good year blimp

I put a Choppa on a blade I put a blade on the switch

If it ain’t bout money, it ain’t making no sense

Put a Choppa on the blade put a blade on the switch

I'm not a actor I'm a rapper

You not a rapper you a.actor

I don't miss Im making money while I piss

Outside it's a movie

I was in the trenches when Brittany kissed Madonna on TV

Madison

Terminal

forgiato

How he say we gang and we ain’t even met?

Put a rack in each hand

I forgot the name of the weed I'm smoking on but it damn sure ain't no Dosidos

We don't go fuck just any hoe

Heard you tryna fuck any hoe

I'm out in LA smokin' piss by a cheetah

90 percocet 10s now my cellphone

When I was down bad you was never around

SmOking exotic

100k for the feets

Try to get away from me had a stand off

Taking trips to NYC

You ever dance with the devil by pal e moon like?

Married to the money

I just hit rodeo spent a check on my momma

Fuck around with a opp put a coochie on his head

30thousand dollars for a nigga to get flee

When we out in public she gone take a pic

Took a look to my right that's a opp on site

I put my heart in this

Chrome heart

High waisted shorts

LES

You think I'm a rock star I'm a pop star

Throw it back shorty make that ass clap

I still ride a gangsta label

Glock got a switch it came with a night light

Give a fuck if you famous you getting smacked up

Popin shit like I run shit

Back to back shows

212

100 felonies

Hoe in the room for one night

Thinking of the Masterplan

I see all the plots

Gotti

Creatine with the water whippin

Zazai stay in that bitch mouth like a dentist

Out of state I'm doing different shows

Bitch I ain't really wanna fuck put it in your mouth

Skinny jeans on with a big bank roll

My loyal jugg love to meet me at that one spot

I smoked a quarter last night by myself

Got a pot addiction, damn I need some help

You look like an easy lick now

Had to stay down with the plug just to get it up

Never wore a condom no condom

Government issued Glock bitch I found it

Bullets inside of a cop and I let him drowned bitch

High speeding high speed chase

The fall

Can't tell a lie

It's/that's worth a lot

100k in my lap

You ain't got no minutes on your phone you in love with me

Paper work say I'm a paid killer

I tell her get off me when she try to cuddle me

No label

That bitch wet

Mans

MaN down

I know the cops won't get me here

I shave my head every day like I'm Britney Spears

[Verse 1: Ricky Hill]

I know my haters hope I lose my tone

But I'm Ricky Hoe, I know I fucking won't

She don't hear me, that's Satan tryna body me

Spin his block with choppas, make these nigga fear

Pull up on opp, we gon' empty clips

But she a sad bitch, she just slit her wrist

I don't want to feel

Zooey deschanel

Checking media takeout

Murder suicide

30 minutes' later Kobe told me put the mask on'

Fuck it we gone pop.out

Trap out the west side Atlanta

This shit came straight out the croc pot

hit that boy with a hollow now he in gelato

What happened Walk in this bitch and I'm spazzin

Vvs on my pinkies

Spin in his block two times with a chopsticks get this shit poppin

I put the bricks on the plastic

Say he gang but hr ain't really gang he is not official

Ran off on a plug it was to easy

Big body Royce pullin up can't even fit through

Let then hittas do it for me because back then they did it with me

5weejing

Fah!

Fap!

My Glock got a switch

I'm getting bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger

Gurl that butt getting bigger

I be with them niggas sending shots they gone solve em.

When you see that boy you better shoot in his face

20 minutes later Kobe told me put the mask on

They say I'm geeked the fuck up

Can she fuck right now

L weil Uzi but I'm nice now

Jugg like 200 bands out the laptop

I need deep

Yeah it ain't matter Xay hit it first

Balenciaga marjeally

Came out the beast out the belly

Bullets in the mat

Running like lil G

When my pocket ain't no cap

An I'll find em on the Map

Pop me a PERC and promethazine

Likeing my drip cuz my drip is too clean

I got my clout in under three weeks

You know that I luh' to flex

I'm finna hop on a jet

You is a bitch pull up with the K and then I ran off with the strap

Lil macey came back call up my grandma I'm still in the trap

Call up my bitch I said throw it back

Louie v on my backpack you want my drip lil bitch you can't have that

Better watch out or you finna get beat

Impregnate Brittanys

Balenci' untied shoes

Spent a whole check on some

Christians

I need every bad bitch at the equinox

I don't care about making friends, I just care about faith

Yeah, bitch, I'm on the edge and this shit feel great

Rock Chane'-ne' and some Gucci on my socks (Skrrt, in the cut)

I wore designer I won't wear again

Plus kojomi just shut down the app store

If Nike ain't had frizzy they would have nothing

Take a picture with me on rodeo

I like my bitches extra thick

I need deep

The mandem celebrate Eid, the trap still runnin' on Christmas day

Left it on red

I really hate niggas I'm a Nazi

Two cups (Cup), toast up with the gang (Gang, gang)

From food stamps to a whole 'nother domain, ya

I can see your essence still just doesn't feel the way it's supposed to I feel so bad

Won't catch me around a broke bitch unless you pay me

bitch came with 25hundred told her maybe

5k in a day you can't trap with me

We

Catch a case I'm beating the case

I keep that mask

.snookke. Runts

indica

Stuck inside my mind

Vagabond

Capital P ( Pimp)

No sir ski !!!!

Hit the has

This and that

Came up from the mud

We go to stores for them looseys and them doue cups

Thoes was long nights

I'm steady on my grind I need cheese on my grits

I got goons that will take your life I'm just saying

My name already a legacy

What you know about having no heart ?

This that motherfucking amthum right here boy

I really do this shit for jits boy

You know why they don't make it out

90's raised me . Enough about that

Yeah I know the strains I just trimmed that

I'm a 90's baby so I keep the strap

If I hit it from the back she fine hit the sidewalk

Oh you do that too ? Never seen that

Drip

If

I

I

If

Too many heads in LA

I got a Glock in my rari

Sorry about that

Fuckin on his bitch out a iphone6

Honest

I stretch the work it not no Levi jeans

DayDay made that nigga Diddy Bop

Bring us some figgy pudding

Put it out here

Walk around

Wock

Now we catch him at the chicken spot, up a couple chops

Flex the L's

On the gram '

Histagram

but the other day

I had a dream I wasn't K,

I probably would be deceased if it wasn't for my grandparents

I'm too legit for life, I should get a grip and die

You speakin' down on Odd Future, it's a fuckin' pronoun

Twenty-one in the league ho I'm a fuckin' pro now

clothes fit, from out the closet

In the rectum of the hood

Diamonds hit like piss

2003 shit

51 -50

730'

While listenin' to R. Kelly's greatest hits

That's my bestfriend

Yeah I'm glad for you

Ran off on the plug

Skirt off

In the gym

Ice on my wrist

Rolling up big that's Pikachu

If I see you I don't speak that means I don't fuck with you

Got a bag and fixed my teeth hoe you know this shit ain't cheap

Plug hit the stick in my Tesla

Okay here we this that new yishigo

I don't know how they feel about me right now

Hold up b**** hold my phone

Pick it up dropped it off back where I found her

Late nights in the studio you can't be wasting all my time

Shorty want to come my way

Won't you come my way

Hey, I live in a house with a pool in the back

Right around town with the strap in my lap

Jeffrey Jeffrey Dahmer

Cartier frames on me look like Jeffrey Dahmer

Punch line after punch line

Lol

You know I eat rappers at lunch time

Fuck a record deal I do it no cosign

You ain't got no minutes on your phone then you in love with me

The paperwork say that I'm a paid killa

I'm a real grave digger

She a real gold digger

I f****** new b**** cuz her ass bigger

A 20 years later I'm the same nigga

I'm sliding over cars while I shoot. I think that I'm some cruise bitch

Blue cheese got a hundred racks up

Fiji water splash need to get some work off

A lot of niggas* die do to these streets

Don't call me daddy cuz I'm not chyour papi

Ice on my wist hit wit the light at the Roxy

By my

I don't wake up in the morning for no breakfast

Niggas know I'm a shooter

My nigga gone shoot from the tray

herd you is broke that's not my problem

I ain't got time to play with that side-poppin

Fuck around give you my last name

Mans don't celebrate either trap still running on Christmas Day

I think that I'm tom cruise

Killin niggas even doe black lives matter?

You ain't got mineuts in your phone then you inlove with me

No condom

For the money im a savage

I got a play on my phone

watch me get this money nigga

tired of being hungry nigga

I'm out here popping ollie's switch

this the start of it

bitch I'm high as fuck I can't even roll my weed

there

I'm in the hills

I keep a FN57 and a G Tuck

told my bad bitch let the camera man hit for me

I go 200 and I crash out

love to beat that till it creame up

you see us scorin'

V.I.P in the plural, while yo section borin'

Bitch I got the Tommy no Hilfiger

Pull the checks, receipt stashed, straight to the palm, drippin'

space ghost coast to coast

ride around with a kill tec

he got shot he ain't get back

I got a whole lot of money coming in

ran off on the plug

Justin Bieber

I need a bitch with a real butt

jugg

I gotta know who you fucked in ths room

codine and a lot of cups

niggas think o can o broke

I can not go broke nigga

Xanny, help the pain, yeah

Please, Xanny, make it go away

know I'm misunderstanding

cuz skin complexion

free my nigga out of that jail

every other night another dollar getting made it

goddamn it

hot sauce

balling

Fast car, NASCAR

bag on fire

you gone fuck around and drowned of this wave

every other night another movie getting made

I spend in the club what you have in the bank

hate

my AP going psycho

had so many bottles gave ugly girl a sip

I'm in the Lambo I'm on my way

my money thick I'll never fold

can't really trust nobody with all this Jewelry on me

take you to the smoke shop we gone get high

got the racks and they all C-Notes

in the rental

all vvses put you in a necklace

diamond district in the chain

certified you know I gang

in the morning or the late

you got that yummy yummy

said she wanna fuck the homie we gone team up

my chain straight from the ocean

niggas think it's sweet

got free wifi they ain't got 3g

I really hate niggas I'm a Nazi

breaking the seal

Jesus piece

the audience

can we get married at the mall?

My shooters gon' shoot, can't miss

pouring up lean

backroom

money falling out the ass I got a lot of cash

I don't

just got up out it they like there he go

really spinny

really drippy

Moscow face

hand deep up in her purse

diamonds hitting

hide it in my sock

I'm her dad

xanny make it go away

I want drugs

college

I'm getting sketched out

shoot out

backroom

do the dash

2am in the A

wanna come to my room

Clancy ( ofwgkta manager )

iraq

hunting em down

backroom

foreign

Afghanistan

hell no nawh

every night

switch lanes

no face no case

club going up on a Tuesday

throw that to the side yeah

press my line

I'm different

wanna go it how I do it

i don't sell Molly no more

stupid lil bitch

lil bitch

put this Greek dick i

water

I didn't do it but fo

smoke

smoke crack

I cannot go broke

Octobers very own

Calabasas

locked in

late night in the studio you can't be wasting all my time

100k for a feat

niggas think it's sweet it's on sight

my new bitch ass fat like that ass on Kim k

I used

I used to

pink and yellow diamonds

my diamonds

diamonds hitting

beat the beat up

think it's sweet it's on sight

crying in a bag

[frombeyondtheblackhole]

Hermit DSMP Swap AU: Part 9

Foolish flinched. Qackity’s shouting stopped abruptly. It was warmer (Las Nevadas was surprisingly cold). Foolish slowly opened his eyes. An open grave stood at his feet. His heart jumped into his throat and he stumbled backwards, falling on his back. He stared dumbfounded as a bee flew out from the grave and landed on his knee for a moment before flying away. Quackity was nowhere to be seen. 

His breathing slowed and he looked around. He was in a graveyard next to a church. Was he dead? Was this limbo? What had happened? He wasn’t supposed to die… but he had died before. But if he had died just now he still should have had his third life, he should have respawned… maybe he had. Maybe he was still alive… That made more sense. No, wait, he still had all of his stuff, if he had died his inventory should have been empty… Foolish held his head in his hands and stared at the ground.

“You ok there, friend?” 

Foolish’s head snapped up. A man with neon green hair stood on the other side of the stone wall surrounding the graveyard. Foolish quickly picked himself up and brushed himself off. “Yeah, I’m fine, I’m fine… um- this may seem like an odd question, but, am I dead?”

The man laughed, “I don’t know, are you? I mean, I assume you're not dead, cause I’m not dead, unless you’re un-dead, if you know what I mean.” 

Foolish let out a deep breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “Alright, I’m alive, i'm not dead,” He muttered, staring at the sky.

“You sure you’re fine?” The man asked again, putting air quotes around the ‘fine’. “Cause, you don’t seem fine…” 

Foolish shook his head “No, really, don’t worry about me, I was just a bit disoriented, that’s all.”

The man pursed his lips and raised a brow “You asked me if you were dead… not if you had died. Which means you knew there was a chance you might get stuck in a respawn glitch. Have you been messing with server magic?” 

“You make that sound like a bad thing.” Foolish scowled and crossed his arms looking down at the man. He wasn’t in his twenty-three foot form but even in this form he stood almost a foot taller than the other man.  

The man shook his head “It’s not necessarily a bad thing, just dangerous. I mean, I would be a bit of a hypocrite if I condemned people for messing with server magic.”

Foolish didn’t look impressed. “It’s only dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing.” 

“I mean, I guess.” The man said rubbing the back of his neck as he contemplated Foolish’s words “But no one is stupid enough to mess around long enough to get the practice...” He trailed off as he looked up to see Foolish looking at him with an incredulous look, “Oh.” 

Foolish finally relented and his expression softened, “Maybe you're right, I mean, my name is Foolish after all,”

The man chuckled, “Maybe we're both a bit crazy. I’m Joe, Joe Hills. Nice to meet you,” He said, climbing over the low stone wall and reaching out his hand. Foolish smiled and shook it. Joe had a firm grip.

“So you said you have experience with server magic, what can you do?” Foolish asked as the two of them walked out of the graveyard and over to the church. This church was much nicer than church prime. As a builder Foolish could appreciate the detail put into the architecture.   

Joe shrugged as he sat down on the steps and leaned back on his elbows looking up at the sky, “I can see better in the dark If I want to. Honestly, I don’t really mess with it much anymore.” 

“Why not?” Foolish asked, leaning against the wall. 

Joe shrugged but Foolish noticed his grip tighten into a ball. “It wasn’t worth it. A friend of mine got hurt and almost didn’t respawn. Actually, she should be around here somewhere, I wonder where she went?” 

---

Cleo stood on a concrete road getting yelled at by an angry man with a scar through his left eye and a blue beanie.

 “Who the fuck are you? What the fuck did you do to Foolish? Where is Foolish.” 

“Aaa, Foolish is a Zombie!” another man wearing glasses and green suspenders yelled. 

Cleo staggered backwards and summoned a sword from her inventory, “Who am I, what about who are you?”   

“You better tell me, right fucking now, what the hell you did to Foolish or I’ll-”

“You’ll do what? Don’t try me, I’ll put this sword through your skull I will,” Cleo bluffed. 

The man with the scar summoned an axe.  “Charlie, go get Purpled, tell him we have an intruder in Las Nevadas.” 

The man in green, presumably Charlie, looked at him perplexed “But, Quackity from Las Nevadas, why are we attacking Zombie Foolish?” 

“Damn it Charlie, Just get Purpl-” 

Cleo didn’t let him finish. A yell ripped from her lungs as she charged him, sword swinging. Quackity startled and blocked with the shaft of his axe. He shoved her off and she staggered back. Cleo dug her heels in swinging the sword like a club. There was a burst of pain, or more like cold (Pain felt different ever since the undeath) as his axe cut into her shoulder. But he was bleeding too. His axe returned to his inventory as he clutched his arm and staggered back. Cleo gripped her sword tighter, breathing hard, her eyes locked on him. 

She felt the impact and another burst of cold as an arrow hit her in the chest. Her head snapped up, there was a kid in purple firing arrows from a crossbow as he ran towards them. He was wearing full netheriet.

Cleo turned and ran.

“Stop her, she fucking did something to Foolish!” Quackity shouted. She didn’t stop running as arrows landed about her feet. Down the road through a tunnel and past a stone fortress. Cleo scrambled off the road, over a hill. She could hear them still behind her. Dodging through the hills she was able to shake them by looping back around behind them as they continued on. 

Once they were gone she slowed down. She touched a hand to her shoulder. It was throbbing with a dull ache and it felt cold, a deep cold like ice in her veins. She looked down. The arrow was still in her chest. She needed to do something about that. 

She was back at the fortress. Cleo slid down the hill, climbing behind the wall and slumped against the stone. She gritted her teeth and pulled the arrow from her chest with a grunt, dropping it in the grass. A golden apple appeared in her hand and she took a bite, the juice tingling in her mouth as the regen and absorption began to take effect. 

The throbbing eased a little and the wounds began to close. She looked up and froze. An enderman stared back at her with mismatched eyes. No wait, not an enderman, at least not quite. Half of his face was white. 

“Hey Tubbo, I think I found out what Quackity was shouting about.” The half-enderman kid called over his shoulder. 

Cleo staggered to her feet, her sword out. “I won't hesitate to-” 

The half-enderman backed up and raised his empty hands “Oh no, we're not with Quackity,” He explained. 

Cleo scowled but lowered her sword. “Well isn’t that lovely, someone who doesn’t want to stab me.”  

He looked alarmed, “Oh, I wouldn’t do that- I mean, I definitely don’t want to do that.” Now that she got a better look at him he looked kind of young, he was tall but in the lanky teenager kind of way. He looked to be 18 or 19, maybe 17. His suit probably made him look older.  

“Oh hey, so what was Big Q so mad about?” Another kid said as he came around the building. He stopped short when he saw Cleo. “Oh…” He was much shorter than the ender-kid. Two horns curled up out of his brown hair and almost every inch of exposed skin was covered in burn scars. Cleo let her sword return to her inventory. 

“Big man, why is there a funny looking zombie in our base?” the goat kid said 

Cleo bristled, “I’m still a person, thank you.”

The goat kid looked back at Cleo  “Ooooh- oops.”

“Now look what you’ve done, you’ve gone and insulted her.”

“I didn’t meeean to, how was I supposed to know?” The goat kid wined. 

The two bickered like a married couple. Cleo coughed “Um- would either of you two be able to explain what is going on,”

“Haven’t got a fucking clue,” The goat kid chirped, a little to cheerfully. 

Cleo pursed her lips, “Well, could you at least tell me where I am?” 

“Um… The road between Las Nevadas and Spawn. Or do you mean here-here. This is our cookie shop.”  The ender-kid explained.

Cleo blinked.

“I think she means the server big man,” The goat kid said, “This is the Dream SMP.”

Cleo blinked again. So not Hermitcraft. Shit. 

---

The goat kid introduced himself as Tubbo and the ender-kid as Ranboo. Cleo explained what had happened, which made Tubbo laugh. It turned out that the cookie outpost and Las Nevadas were in conflict and Tubbo liked the idea of doing something that would, in his words “Piss off Big Q.” 

Cleo tried to return to Hermitcraft but was met with an error message. Tubbo and Ranboo offered to let her stay in Snowchester till she figured things out. They had no idea how she got there but they didn’t seem too concerned about it.

Snowchester was surprisingly far away from what the kids were calling a cookie shop. To Cleo it looked suspiciously like a military outpost but who was she to judge? 

Snowchester was a quaint little walled in town, overlooked by a massive mansion worthy of any Hermitcraft base. There was a tower, docs, and a little wheat field mixed in with little log and stone houses.  The air was crisp and cold, light snow fell around them landing on her hair and bare arms. Untouched snow coated the steps to most of the houses and closely shuttered windows looked back at her. The ocean lapped against the shore and the sound of a boat bumping against the pier carried up through the town. A single seagull landed on a stone wall. It looked at Cleo and cawed.  

Ranboo and Tubbo lead Cleo around a strangely industrial building on a hill in the middle of the town with “Danger, keep out” signs on the doors. 

“So what’s in there,” Cleo asked, nodding towards the industrial building. 

Ranboo raised his brows and looked at Tubbo. Tubbo pursed his lips “Oh nothing much, that’s just where we do equipment testing. You’re not allowed in there,” he added. There was finality to his tone. Cleo wondered what he was hiding and if it was worth snooping around to find out, but there was a dark conviction in the way that the kid with too many scars said it. The way the ender-kid hovered at his side anxiously watching everything. Maybe she should be careful not to make more enemies.  

They lead her to a little house behind the industrial building. “This used to be Foolish’s but he moved out so you can stay here for now,” Tubbo explained opening the door and letting them inside. 

“Foolish… the guy who Quackity thinks I kidnaped? You’re giving me his house?” Cleo scoffed looking around. A square table and chairs stood off to one side, a counter with a furnace and cabinets lined the back wall and a cactus in a pot sat by the front door.    

“Well, it’s not really his house anymore, he hasn’t lived here for months,” Tubbo shrugged. 

Cleo sighed, “So long as he won’t mind. Goodness this whole situation is a mess.” 

Ranboo gave her a sympathetic smile.  

“Welp,” Tubbo clapped his hands. “We’ll let you get settled in. Just don’t go snooping around in people’s homes, we are pretty private people here.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Cleo said absently, still looking around the room.

Tubbo and Ranboo left, closing the door behind them. 

There was a silence and then Cleo jumped at the sound of someone drinking milk. She spun around summoning her sword, freezing as the invisibility melted away to reveal Etho standing in the corner. 

“Finally, I thought they were never going to leave,” Etho muttered.

“Etho! What are you doing here?” Cleo bristled. 

Etho looked sheepishly off to the side as he rubbed the back of his head. “We’ll, I might have been following you. If you mean here on this server, we don’t really know. Oh yeah, TFC’s here too. We’ve been stuck on this server for about two weeks now. Least, I’ve been, TFC showed up about a week ago.”

“So wait, You're telling me you have been stuck on this server for two weeks?”

Etho nodded “Yup. Come on let's get out of here before they come back. We can talk at my secret base.” 

Cleo pulled away “Wait, wait. Why? Why were you sneaking around? Why are we avoiding those kids? I would like a good reason before I turn down their hospitality.”

“This server isn’t what it seems to be. It’s seriously glitched out. Haven’t you noticed how many scars everyone has here, how many hybrids there are.” 

Now that Cleo thought about it, even the ender-kid, Ranboo, had scars that looked like tears running down his face. Scars only happened when there was a glitch during respawn so they were pretty rare, the fact that three of the five people she had seen so far had obvious scars was concerning, especially with how bad the scars on that Tubbo kid were. On top of that, Quackity looked like he might be some kind of bird hybrid, with small golden wings, while Tubbo was a goat and Cleo had no idea what Ranboo really was. Hybrids were the result of pretty strong server glitches, and from what Etho was saying those guys weren’t the only ones. 

“So the server is glitchy, that doesn't make them bad people,”  

“There are places on this server that have been blown up all the way down to bedrock. Those kids who seemed so nice, they have nukes in that building right outside. There is a prison that everyone here is terrified of, seemingly for good reason. The Warden that guards it almost killed me while chasing me and TFC away, and said something about hunting us down and killing us till we were completely dead.”  

Cleo blanched “Completely dead… like, they have a way of reliably preventing respawning here.” She remembered what it felt like being stuck in the void unable to respawn. For Joe it had only been a couple of minutes, for her it had felt like hours.

“I don’t know,” Etho shrugged. “I just think it would be best if we all kept a low profile till we can find a way out of here.” 

“I… I trust you, Etho. But I don’t want to leave without letting those kids know that I won’t be staying here. They seem like nice kids, I’d rather not just disappear on them.” 

Etho hesitated, then nodded “Alright, Just be careful, and take this,” He said handing her two invis pots. “You can find me in the sewers under their shopping district, there is a community center in the middle of a lake, the entrance to the tunnels is underneath it.”

Cleo took the potions and smiled reassuringly, “Don’t worry, I got this. I’ll be fiiine.”

“Ok,” Etho nodded and pulled his facemask down. He drank an invis potion before leaving the building.

Cleo sighed. Perma-death hum, would that even work on her? Seeing as she already kinda died before. She didn’t want to have to find out.

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[skylarmoon71]

Bumblebee x Reader- Chapter 8- Final (Transformers)

You were recovering quite nicely. Already pretty much falling back into the groove with school. Your mother was slowly but surely coming around, acting a little less paranoid when you left the house. The destination of your evenings were always the same. Dropped your bag at the front door, racing down a few blocks to meet up with Bumblebee. When you got to the small house you grinned, dashing to the door. You knocked, and Mrs. Witwicky opened up with a smile.

"Oh honey right on time. Sam, (Y/N) is here!!" she called. There wasn't a response, and when you saw the pair of women's boots at the door you snickered.

"Can you just pass her the keys, k-kinda busy!" you fought your hardest to suppress your giggles. Mikaela was definitely up there. "How rude, do you want me to storm up there and get him?" she asked. "You shook your head. "It's fine, I'll just take bumblebee for a spin." she took the keys off the table handing them to you. 

"Have fun and bee safe." you smiled at her joke. "I will." once again you were heading out the door. You moved over to the car, and once you were safely inside, you tapped the dashboard lightly. 

"We're in the clear Bee." his engine revered, and he pulled out of the driveway, and you grinned as the windows went down, your hair taking off with the speed of the wind. Leaning your head on the side of the window, you sighed, closing your eyes and enjoying the sun beaming down on your face. This was the best part of your day. Just driving to random places with Bee.

Today was different though, you raised your head, watching the steering wheel.

"Bee, you okay?" he was strangely quiet, and you couldn't understand why. There was no reply, and now you were really worried. From the direction you could tell he was going to your usual spot. It was a nice grassy area a little outside of town. 

Not many people went there. You'd discovered it on your many adventures. The perfect place to hang out and stare out at the sky, not to mention Bee didn't have to worry about many people passing and freaking out when they saw a camaro change. His engine came to a stop right on the small hill, and the door opened. You stepped out, turning to him for an explanation for his strange behavior.

"Okay mister, tell me what's wrong." you could hear the gear shifting as his tires somewhat deflated in defeat. A few more moments and he was transforming into his true form. You watched as he grew in size. Now that he was standing, you could see the way those bright optics that usually shined in excitement now held uncertainty, and almost hurt.

"Bee...please tell me what's wrong." His head hung low, and you stepped forward taking his hand. "D-Did I do something?" he shook his head, and the stations on his radio ran from one to the next. "You're perfect to me." you blushed, but still wore a fairly puzzled look. 

"T-Then why are you acting so strange."

"Humans...should be with humans." your eyes seem to open in recognition. Someone must have said something to him.

"Bee, where did this even come from." It was no secret you adored the autobot, you were crazy about him. But you'd never said it to him personally. You supposed you liked the friendship that you had, and you'd rather remain alone than risk breaking such a precious bond. Now though, it felt like something had to be said.

"I'm in love with you." your heart stopped, wondering if he was really saying that, to you. What really surprised you is the fact that he hadn't used the radio for that particular comment.

"Are you...serious?" You could see the way he shifted, taking a step back, almost like he was protecting himself. "Optimus was right." The sadness that flashed over the blue glow of those orbs had you gripping his hand tighter before he could get too far. 

You understood that Bumblebee was the youngest out of all of them, so that must have meant that they treated him like the baby of the family. Ratchet must have told him that to protect him from getting hurt. And he wasn't wrong too. Humans weren't exactly known for being the most accepting, at least not all of them.

"Bumblebee." you said his name with purpose, and his gaze returned to you.

"I'm in love with you too."

He froze, then blinked a couple times. There was a long trail of silence, then you could hear the sound of his engines fan blowing furiously. You looked over to see if maybe he was shorting, but his radio joined in, blaring and then lowering quickly as random words and phrases started flying out.

"Love, shut, down. Abort she's, go man!" you smiled widely, he was doing a small little happy dance on the spot.

"Bee, are you okay." you asked between soft giggles. He nodded furiously.

"I'm great!!" 

Was there ever a time where you didn't think this autobot was an absolute cutey.

"I really love you Bee." You've been dying to say that to him for months. You were so glad that your feelings were mutual. So was Bumblebee. He squatted, and you were curious.

"Can I have a kiss?"

His level of cuteness should be a crime at this point.

"Of course you big dummy!" you smiled reaching out and pulling him closer. You pressed a kiss to his metallic cheek, and you were certain if he could blush, he would have been ten different shades right now. He picked you up, lifting you to his height, and you hugged his neck, pressing kisses to every area that you could reach.

Who would have thought you'd find love in the mostly unlikely way.

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[secretsfromthegirlnextdoor]

New Kid In Town | JJ Maybank Fanfic | Part Three: Confession.

JJ showed up empty handed to the 4th of July cookout. It was mid-morning and in all honesty he’d forgotten that he was even supposed to bring anything until he pulled up in the driveway and saw John B setting up the grill in the side yard.

“JJ where’s the buns and shit?” He called out as JJ walked around the car and over to where he was standing

“Dude I’m sorry, I had a crazy night. I wasn't able to get your stuff”

John B scoffed and raised his eyebrows at JJ, “I’m gonna let you tell Sarah then, she’s already pissed at me”

“JB listen to me I have to tell you something, bro” he looked at his feet, he’d kept Kitty a secret for so long he was nervous to tell it now.

John B set down his grilling supplies and crouched down to grab two beers out of the cooler at his feet. He handed one to JJ and gestured for them to walk down to the dock. The two young men ambled down the hill behind the chateau and out to the dock. John B hopped up to sit on one of the railings while JJ leaned against one across from his best friend.

“Okay. Spill” John B commanded.

JJ sighed and started from the beginning, “The summer everything went down, when you and Sarah were in the Bahamas and Kie and Pope were off doing their thing… I met someone”

John B squinted at him in the morning light, “that was like five years ago..”

“Yeah I know, well we met and I totally fucking fell for this girl bro”

“Touron?” JB asked as he sipped his beer.

JJ shook his head, “you know Sheriff Jackson?” John B nodded, so he continued, “she’s his daughter”

“Oh shit, why didn’t you tell me JJ?”

“I don’t know man, so much happened and then she left to live with her grandparents off the island and I never heard from her again” he ran his fingers through is hair “and then you were back and we were trying to find the cross and getting stranded on that fucking island and there was just never a good time to bring it up”

“Okay…. So why are you telling me this now?”

JJ took a deep breath and turned away from his friend, dropping his head and looking down into the water below them. “I saw her yesterday, she’s back in town visiting…”

“Ooohhhh okay okay so you’re trying to get back with her?” John B was laughing and had jumped down and was shaking The other boy by the shoulders “Yeah JJ you need to get back on that horse if you know what I’m-” all of a sudden JJ whipped around and cut him off.

“She has a kid, JB. it’s mine.”

John B froze in shock, opening his eyes wide “dude what? Are you sure?”

JJ nodded, wiping his hand across his forehead and pausing to massage his temple. “You haven’t seen her bro, she’s fucking mine”

“Um, ok, are we excited about this or are you freaking the fuck out right now? Does she want you to like, pay child support or something?”

“No, no, I don’t know! Im obviously freaking the fuck out man!!!”

John B truly had no idea what to say, he stood watching his friend pace back and forth while he tried to formulate a response for how to calm JJ down.

“I can’t be a fucking dad, man! I would be a shit father!” JJ stopped pacing and looked up to the sky, chuckling in in a dark way, “I guess I already am, God I’m a shitty father and I didn’t even know it”

“Dude, dude” John moved to his friend and grabbed him by the shoulders, looking at him right in the eyes, “You get to decide what kind of father you want to be. It isn’t already decided. This is it. You get to make that choice.”

JJs head dropped as he gasped for breath “I don’t want to fuck this kid up man, I don’t even want to know her if there’s a chance I could screw her up the way I’m screwed up” he let out a sob and pulled John B into a hug.

“You get to break that curse JJ, if that’s what you want. You can be the dad you didn’t get to have” JB patted his friend on the back and let him cry, still processing the fact that there was a kid running around that’s half JJ, he couldn’t even picture it.

It only lasted a few seconds before JJ pulled away and wiped his face, pulling it back together and stuffing his feelings back down where they belonged. John B took a swig of his beer and looked out into the water, giving him space before he dove back in with the million questions he had running through his mind.

“I know you just found out and it’s all really new, but if you want to invite her and the kid over today you’re more than welcome to, there’ll be other kids around too, just a thought!” John B offered, he was now intrigued with the idea of this mystery girl JJ had kept from them all these years.

“Yeah man, I dunno, maybe I will. I don’t want to freak her out though” he shrugged

“Just put the feelers out there bro, leave it totally casual” John B said as they walked up the dock and back towards the chateau. As they approached the transition between the dock and the yard, JJ stopped, saying he needed a minute and walked back out towards the water. John B gave him a playful shove and a clap on the back before heading up and into the house, likely to fill Sarah in on everything he’d just learned.

JJ stood at the end of the dock where he’d stood a million times before, but he felt different, as if the last five years had caught up with him all of a sudden and shifted his whole perspective. As he scrolled through his phone contacts he thought about how much he’d changed since he’d first met Kitty, how hard he’d worked to stay in school the last two years and all the work he’d done on his fathers (now his) garage.

He clicked on her name in his phone and brought it up to his ear, listening to it ring and nervously wondering if she’d pick up.

“Hello?” Her voice said on the other end

“Hey Kitty, it’s me. I’m in.”

—

Kitty was surprised to get the call from JJ, she’d assumed that after he dropped her off last night that would be the last she heard from him.

“Hey, I know it’s late notice but John B and Sarah are having a barbecue today and you and Rosie are more than welcome to come by if you want!” He had said over the phone, “I’d like to get to know her if you’ll let me.” He sounded timid, not like the JJ she remembered.

“Um, yeah sure we can swing by for a few hours, sheriff just went out to run a call so he’ll probably be out most of the day”

“Okay, awesome, cool! I can’t wait” he responded, sounding more excited with every word.

She smiled and tried to contain a giggle, she hadn’t felt this way in years. “Okay, like now? Or?”

“Just whenever you want! We’ll be grilling out and there’ll be other kids running around that Rosie can play with if she wants. How about around lunchtime?” He asked

“Alright, text me the address?”

“Yep, will do! See you soon!”

They finished the call and Kitty saw a text come through with an address and directions. She felt a flutter in her stomach and couldn’t believe she was doing this. They had their playgroup back home, and friends that she’d go out and see, plus it had been years since her last date, guys her age weren’t usually interested in dating a mom, let alone one who’d had her kid at sixteen; but she never expected to be involved with JJ again.

She tried to brush off the butterflies in her stomach, “he’s doing this to get to know Rosie, this is about Rosie getting to know her Dad” she kept repeating to herself over and over. “This is not about me.”

Even repeating those phrases over and over again, she still wanted to look cute to see JJ and meet his friends that she’d heard so much about. She peeked out of the kitchen and into the living room where Rosie was playing quietly by herself and determined she had about twenty more minutes before she’d be bored of playing by herself; so she quickly ran up the stairs and got to work.

She picked outfits for the two of them to wear, a Stars and Stripes swimsuit with a little blue skort for Rosie and a red one piece swimsuit and denim shorts for herself. Then she pulled out matching Old Navy 4th of July T-shirts for them both to wear. Kitty couldn’t help it, she absolutely loved picking out mommy and me outfits to wear with her little girl.

Kitty took a moment to survey the clothes she’d chosen; it was certainly a change from five years ago. Back then her scars were still fresh, literally and figuratively. In the years since, they’d faded with her regular use of scar creams and such, plus after being pregnant and giving birth, she really felt like she’d grown into her skin. She was so much more confident than she was at sixteen, it was almost necessary as a teen mom to hold her head up high and give off an air of confidence and strength.

She let her hair down out of its standard messy bun and sprayed some dry shampoo in, shaking her head around and assessing what she could do to look her best. finally deciding to run the curling iron through her mid-length light brown hair and pinning the flyaways back in a cute way. She then swiped on some concealer and mascara and that was it, “this is as good as it’s gonna get” she said to herself as she surveyed the reflection in the mirror.

Almost as soon as her twenty minutes were up she heard little feet stomping up the stairs and running down the hallway to her room. Rosie appeared and plopped herself down on the edge of the bed.

“Momma I’m bored”

“Hi baby girl!” Kitty moved to where her little girl was sitting and sat on the floor in front of her “do you remember my friend that you met at the grocery store yesterday? JJ?”

Rosie took a moment, clearly thinking hard about what they’d done and who they’d met the day before, then scrunched her nose and shook her head.

“Well that’s okay! He’s a friend of mine from before you were even born!” Kitty exclaimed, “He invited us to come to a 4th of July party! There will be other kiddos there and yummy food, how does that sound?”

Rosie’s eyes got big and she nodded with a big smile on her face. It made Kitty smile too, she was so adventurous, so unlike her quiet, introverted momma.

“Okay! How about we get dressed then and pick out some fun toys and games to bring with us?”

Again, Rosie nodded and the two girls got ready for their first OBX 4th of July party.

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[whitexwingedxdoves]

Scream            part 3

Part Three: Host Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Platonic Peter Parker x Reader Pronouns: She/Her Warning: Swearing, fighting. Summary: With the fear that Scream is still inside you, you confine in Bucky. A/N: Im so glad people are enjoying this as much as I am. Let me know if you would like to be tagged when Part 4 is out.  Master list of chapters

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You tried to brush it off climbed into the bed and under the sheets, attempting to get lost in the feeling of the silk on your skin and just when you thought you were drifting off. You cant get rid of me that easy.

The next morning you found yourself in the kitchen sat at a rather large table, poking at the bowl of chopped fruit in front of you. You thoughts were else where and despite the growl of your stomach you couldn’t stop thinking about her voice. All night you felt like you were talking to yourself trying to get her to speak again, so you knew you weren’t going crazy but she never responded. You couldn’t shake the fear that she might still be inside you some how. Laying down your spoon you ran your fingers through your hair attempting to come back to reality. That’s when Peter walked into the room, you sent him a small warm smile and sat back in your chair watching him for a moment. He sent you a smile back but he seemed a little scared of you, his reaction caused you to sigh and look away from the boy. That look alone made you feel like a monster.

“I never got the chance to say thank you for saving my life” attempting to break the tension, the froze for a moment holding an apple in his hand. He just nodded, thinking about his next move. He eventually decided to sit beside you at the table, nervously playing with the fruit he held. “What’s on your mind kid?” you questioned, carefully watching his actions. “She... Scream – she said that we were the same...” his words barely surpassing a whisper, he hung his head down a little trying to make sense of the words. “I mean, she could shoot webs...” he added clearly lost in thought. “Don’t let her do that to you, don’t let her get in your head, Peter.” Resting your hand on his arm to reassure him, you gave him another warm smile. “Trust me, you’re nothing like her. Regardless of what she can and cant do.” He responded with a nod, his smile seemed genuine but not convinced. Pulling your hand away from him to pick up your fork again, you started stabbing at the fruits in the bowl. You heard Peter push away from the table and walk towards the door. You assume he had left but you could sense someone. You looked up at the doorway for a moment at first no one appeared, so you shoved the fork full of fruits finally into your mouth keeping your eyes on the doorway. It wasn’t long until Bucky strolled into the kitchen.

He didn’t say anything at first, he just made his way to the cabinet and pulled out a glass before turning to the skin to get a glass of water. You swallowed your mouthful, your hand covering your mouth attempting to be lady like. Once he had finished gulping down the water, he nodded your way “Hey” he spoke simply yet it still managed to send butterflies into your stomach. “Hey” you smiled back at the man, your eyes wandered away like you were thinking of something. Bucky noticed your expression to soften almost instantly, which only caused his brow to cock. “What’s up” he asked leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. You just looked up at him and scrunched your face a little, deciding if he was trust worthy enough to tell about last nights episode. “Erm – Last night when I was falling asleep” You started, taking a few moments you chewed on your thumb before you continued. “I could have sworn she spoke to me again” you admitted, fear striking your face as the words left you mouth. He just shook his head before making his way over to you, taking the spot that Peter previously sat in. “No, no! You just had a long day. Pretty traumatic day actually. I’m sure it was just your mind playing tricks on you” As he attempted to reassure you, you mimicked Peter’s unsure nod as you looked up into his eyes. “Hey, I have nothing planned for today. I’ll stay close by, just incase” he added, giving you his best reassuring smile. “Thank you” you whispered back at him, almost feeling guilty for making him babysit you for the day but the guilt wasn’t anywhere as heavy as the fear.

-

As the sun started to disappear behind the hills, you found yourself in the communal area, tucked into a blanket reading one of your favourite books that you managed to find in the 1000’s of bookshelves jotted around the place. You snuggled into the corner of the sofa, engrossed in the words on the pages. Bucky had kept to his promise, he barley left your side all day, in fact the only time you were ever alone was when you went to the bathroom. He sat close by to you but not too close, he thought you looked far too comfy and didn’t want to ruin it. Peering down at the pages you were reading, keen to know what had you so engrossed. You looked up at him, though now his eyes were glued to the page, it made you laugh slightly which broke his attention. “You like Fight Club?” you asked, a smirk still plastered across your lips. “Never heard of it.” The words made your jaw drop, How had he never heard of Fight Club, hell everyone had seen the movie right? “What?” he added, noting your expression. “How... It’s Fight Club, I get not reading the book but the movie?” he just shook his head at your words as he laid back into the sofa a little more, his arms resting on the head rest. “You mean to tell me you’ve never had to question your sexuality watching Brad Pitt wear crop tops?” He just laughed in your direction, the comment clearly tickled him a little more than he had planned. “Oh we are so watching Fight Club, what the hell!” clearly excited by the idea, you shut your book and placed it down next to you.

As you and Bucky shared a laugh at your over enthusiasm over Brad Pitt’s navel, the voice came back. Oh how cute, like young love. Instantly you stopped laughing replacing your smile with confusion. Oh just stop teasing yourself, just kiss him already. The voice laughed. Bucky picked up on the quick mood change and sat up in his chair, his hands reaching to hold your arm to calm you but you turned your head towards the doorway suspecting someone was coming and like clock work, Steve turned the corner. It was starting to creep you out now but you chose not to mention it. He looked like he had some news to share which meant the voice in your head would have to wait. “I hope I’m not interrupting something” Steve teased, cocking his eyebrow up at Bucky who responded with a sarcastic smile before his eyes wandered back to you, scanning you to make sure you was okay. “So just as we were about to leave, for Carlton Drake. The news informed us that one of his rockets blew up as it was taking off – When we looked deeper at the footage... It looked like he was on there” he paused, insinuating that he had met his end... but in a freak accident, it didn’t seem likely. “We did more digging, turns out Scream wasn’t the only Klyntar he was holding onto. We don’t know how many but...” Venom. You looked around confused for a moment, you could feel rage bubble up inside you but it wasn’t yours. The pain and confusion seemed far too much for you as your eyes welled up slightly. Every other time she made an appearance you could feel how infectious her confidence was but not this time, this time she felt completely different... she felt scared.

You looked up at Steve as he seemed to still be talking “Venom” you’re words interrupting his. The men looked at you confused for a moment before you looked back at Bucky. “She’s still there.” You whispered, despite knowing full well Steve could hear you. “I don’t know what it means but, she seems scared... maybe that’s one of them.” You shook your head slightly, attempting to help the situation as much as you could. “Captain, James... Mr Stark needs your assistance in the lobby, he says its of the urgent kind” FRIDAY broke up the awkward silence in the room and just like that all three of you made your way towards the lobby as fast as your legs could possibly take you.

-

As you bust through the door to the lobby with the two super soldiers you saw Nat, Tony, Sam and Wanda all facing a rather large being. He looked exactly like Scream only he was practically monochrome. You froze in fear as the other two raced in front of you, you wanted to move but you just couldn’t. No! She screamed, causing you to grip each side of your head and wince in pain. “He’s after Scream” Tony shouted towards the men, attempting to fill them in as quickly as possible before things turned sour. “He doesn’t believe that we got rid of her”

The large figure laughed at the billionaires words. “You think it’s that easy?” He mocked, slowly inching closer. “You think your tiny human brains can comprehend the science behind extracting a Klyntar from their host?” He pushed past Tony with ease as he made his way over to you. Your body felt like ice, your eyes welling up. Suddenly your back bent as you screamed out in pain, to everyone else you looked almost possessed. Your body slowly shifting, revealing the very thing that he had come for. Scream panted for a while but every breath sounded like a growl. “There she is” he laughed his rather large hands wrapping around her wrist. “No!” she screamed using all the energy she had to pull away from him. “You left me” her voice though already distorted started to crack. “You left me, alone. YOU LEFT ME WITH HIM” she screamed in his face, his only reaction was to laugh. “You’ve always been one for the dramatics haven’t you” he mocked pulling on her wrist. She fought as hard as she could but she was weak, she had yet to master her full hold on you but you had a feeling her weakness wasn’t the lack of bonding, no it was him. It was Venom. You need to stop him. You cried out to her, attempting to relate to her in some way.

That’s when she whipped her hair into action, wrapping around his neck she kept squeezing but it wasn’t enough, a talon formed from his body and struck her across the face. The avengers stood and watched, not know exactly who to help in this situation or if to help at all but Bucky grew more and more worried as he watched that large dark figure overpower Scream. “We have to help her” He whispered to Steve, Steve peered over his shoulder at his friend with a look of regret. “It’s not our fight, Buck” he replied simply but Bucky didn’t take no for an answer. “How is it not our fight, Y/N is there... not just Scream. If Scream dies who’s to say she doesn’t die too!” his words were fumbling over each other but Steve nodded, finally defeated with the truth of the situation.

Though it wasn’t your physical being that was beaten, you felt every punch. You could feel her getting weaker and weaker but she still stood her ground, fighting back with everything she could... well until she couldn’t. As Venom’s fist came hammering down towards her face, she allowed herself to take the back seat, giving you the control again but before you couldn’t even understand what was happening, your face met with black, completely knocking you unconscious.

When you finally woke up, you found yourself in what you could only presume was a cell. Though it wasn’t bars and a metal bed, no. It looked comfortable and the walls almost seemed invisible if it wasn’t for the blue hue. What the hell happened.

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[acraftedmistake]

Nether Time!

Cassie and Petra need to get stuff from the Nether! It’s been a while since they’ve done this.

“Nether time!” Petra sang as she leapt out the portal.

“Nether time!” Cassie Rose chimed as well, landing right beside her friend.

The two exchanged big grins with one another. Cassie was holding onto her outfit so tightly she thought it’d tear.

It’s been ages since they’ve been in their house together. Everything still looked and felt the same. The red and teal carpet was still covering the netherrack floor, still stained and torn, the walls were that weird combination of wood and netherrack that she remembers so fondly, shelves and counters surrounded them, holding both their’s and the previous owner’s items. Those four cushioned chairs they placed in the upper left corner of the house--the ‘kitchen’--have yet to move. The kitchen itself was just a few chests filled with food, a battered stove that stopped working years ago, and a cauldron with strange splatters in it. There were also the remains of their kitchen table. Used to be fine, sturdy wood, but when they first arrived at this house, monsters were trying to break in, so they had to use the base of the table and the legs to fend themselves. The decorations were still hung up too! Bells, chimes, other sorts of art pieces attached to strings that hung from the ceiling, just as Cassie remembers it.

Well, it technically isn’t ‘their’ house. Their portal just happened to appear inside this strange old place one day, and they claimed it. Finders keepers, you know? Besides, the previous owners were probably long dead.

“Come on, we need to get your pumpkin.” Petra made her way to the counters beside the portal. The countertops were covered with broken weapons, ores, and strange nik naks they found over the years, and sitting in the middle of it all: Cassie’s white pumpkin.

Petra grabbed the hollowed fruit and spun it around in her hands, “You’ll be happy to hear I’ve been taking good care of your other pumpkins back at the cave.”

“That’s impressive, considering you somehow managed to kill a cactus that one time.”

“Hey, I already told you that stupid cactus killed itself. I was gone for one day, and when I came back, it was dead. I did nothing wrong.” Petra denied as she tossed Cassie her pumpkin.

Cassie quickly dropped her extra set of clothes to catch her it, “Did you water it when the soil got dry?”

“It’s a cactus. Water’s irrelevant.” Petra avoided Cassie’s little glare by facing the counter again and sorting through the random items.

Cassie held the pumpkin in her hands and stared at it for a moment. It’s been a few years since she’s worn it last. Memories were flooding through her. She still remembered how she first got her hands on her first pumpkin; she stole it from a crazy old guy’s backyard. She just happened to spot it while walking through a random town one day, Petra told her ‘If ya like it, get it.’ And she did exactly that. It was a real strange pumpkin. When the two cut it open, it hardly had any guts, and the inside smelled like… Nothing. Well, it smelled ‘wet’ if that was possible. The sorta wetness you’d smell in a forest after it’d rain. They were surprised at how durable it was too, which soon sparked the amazing idea of shoving her head inside the pumpkin and using it for protective gear. It sounds ridiculous--heck, it probably looks ridiculous--but it works, and Cassie likes it, so that’s all that matters.

Cassie ended up planting the few pumpkin seeds years ago, and before she knew it, she had a bunch of = pumpkins to last.

Cassie can trust Petra with the pumpkin care, but she always makes sure to check in on them. That white pumpkin got her into plants, she even has a few houseplants back at home, but she’s still too embarrassed to tell anyone yet.

“Oh!” Petra snapped her fingers. She dashed back to the portal, shoved the upper-half of her body into the vortex, then came back out with her Wither Skull in hands. “Nearly forgot this bad boy.”

“I’m surprised that thing’s still in one piece.” Cassie said while she watched Petra grab a cloth from a chest in the kitchen.

“Right? This thing’s insane!” Petra exclaimed as she cleaned the inside of her painted skull. “One time I forgot it outside, a quake happened, and when I ran out to get it back, a tree landed on it and it was still in one piece.”

“You ever thinking of repainting it?” Cassie asked. She began putting on her long, oversized, dark blue pants over her leggings.

“Nah, the stripes are iconic. “ Petra tossed the cloth aside then shoved her head into the skull.

Cassie let out a grunt as she struggled to put her large long-sleeved shirt over her hoodie. She knew she was going to be drowning in sweat with three layers on, but that’s three extra layers of fire protection. When she finally got it on, she began tying the belt around her waist and slipped on her thick, brown gloves.

As she was adjusting her gloves, Petra handed her a crooked pickaxe and a worn-down sword.

“If I knew you were comin’ over today, I would’ve made some better tools for you.” Petra said. She was holding a blue backpack in her other hand that’s seen better days. One black strap had been completely torn off while the other was just barely holding on. There were holes where the buttons used to be. Hopefully it’ll be able to hold their stuff.

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” Cassie said, holding the tools by the sides of her arms. “We’re just gonna pick up a few things anyways.”

Cassie stuck her head into the pumpkin.

“You ready?” Cassie asked, her voice muffled. She took the weapons out and held them firmly.

“Super ready.” Petra smiled as she watched Cassie twirl the tools around before shoving them into her pockets.

Petra swung open the front door, and a horrible heatwave rushed in and hit their faces. Cassie’s eyes watered. You’d think after all those years of exploring the Nether, she’d get used to it, but it always seems to get worse each time.

Petra held the door open with her foot and the girls made some quick, last-minute readjustments with their outfits.

Cassie glanced to the side and spotted a familiar sign hanging under the doorknob. It was a piece of oak wood with the words “No Boys Allowed” that she made as a joke. That was way back when they first spawned into this house.

“Why do you still have that old sign up?” Cassie asked, surprised it hadn’t burnt to a crisp.

“To keep the boys out.” Petra said casually as she closed the door.

“But we’re the only two here though.”

“All thanks to the sign.” A little smirk formed on Petra’s face.

Cassie rolled her eyes and gave Petra a playful shove as they went out into The Neighborhood.

The Neighborhood… A sweltering ghost town. Awakening members used to live here years ago. Their ‘homes’ were just hollowed out holes in netherrack hills, making the place look more like a Hellish wasp nest than a cozy neighborhood. The openings were usually covered in old wood, and their front doors were rather busted or missing. And the way these houses were placed in such unorganized clutters just felt… Wrong. People weren’t meant to live in the Nether.

Any leftover space was taken up by Nether portals. It didn’t matter if the space between the houses were huge or cramped, people found ways of making the portals fit. Maybe the Neighborhood looked real pretty when the portals were all activated, but they’ve been deactivated for years, and Cassie and Petra weren’t planning on lighting them up anytime soon. It was bad luck to reactivate dead portals.

“So what things you lookin’ for again?” Petra asked.

“Gold’s high on the list,” Cassie replied, “we also need extra iron, extra flint, and some netherrack just in case.”

“Awh shoot, what?!” Petra froze. Her tone turned serious.

“What? What’s up?!”

“Do you know how hard it is to find netherrack!? We’ll be looking around for hours!” Petra exclaimed, standing on the netherrack floor. Surrounded by netherrack hills. With a netherrack covered sky.

Cassie couldn’t see Petra’s face, but she KNEW she had that big, dumb smile.

Cassie gave her a quick bonk on the skull and bent down to gather an arms-full of netherrack chunks, all while Petra was laughing.

“Damn, talk about lucky.” Petra teased, “You always had a good eye for rare items.” She slipped the bag off her shoulders and opened the flap for Cassie.

“Yeah, yeah. You gonna be messing with me the entire time we’re here?” Cassie rolled her eyes as she shoved the netherrack into the sack.

“Awh, come on, it’s been almost two years since we’ve done this. I’ve missed ya.” Petra said. The two began walking again. “It’s really boring without ya, you know?”

“Man, has it really been two years?” Cassie stared at her feet, a feeling of guilt starting to gnaw at her.

“But I mean--mentally, it’s only been two days.” Cassie said, looking back at Petra.

“Ex-ACT-ly. Time doesn’t move unless we’re together. Common knowledge.” Petra gave her a grin. Cassie couldn’t see most of it, but she could feel it. It was reassuring.

The two stepped over a wooden bridge that was splayed out over the ground. It’s been there since day once, wood planks, rope, and all. They kept telling themselves they’re gonna move it, but they never do. It’s not like it’s a huge obstacle or anything.

There was a lotta stuff like that around the Neighborhood. If you looked up, you could see more bridges hanging between the hills, many of them missing their planks or dangling by their threads, and a bunch of the houses built into the top of the hills had staircases, ladders, or ramps that stretched all across the area. Cassie and Petra had the “fun” experience of finding out which ones were stable or not.

“So, shouldn’t we start looking through the houses or somethin’?” Cassie asked, her eyes scanning the dozens of houses they’d have to scour through.

There were still items in these houses. Even though this place was abandoned years ago, a looming presence remains. Dirty dishes sitting in cauldrons, rotting meals on kitchen tables, unfinished letters on desks, wrinkled blankets on unmade beds, all signs that this ghost town was once full of life. Petra and Cassie have spotted many weird trinkets The Awakening members have made; chunky jewelry, small dolls carved from nearby materials, chimes, and masks that lacked eyeholes. Many, many art pieces included the Awakening symbols: A red flower with hundreds of petals, their empty eye, and the Hero. Another thing many homes seemed to have were mirrors, but they were never in one piece. Instead, they were often broken into several large parts and tied to strings that’d hang from the ceiling, or arranged in odd shapes on the walls. Sometimes the shape would resemble their eye, but most of the time it looked like nonsense.

“Nah, I have a different place in mind.” Petra replied.

“Have we been there before?” Cassie tilted her head.

“Perhaps.” Petra said, “Just gotta wait and see.”

The two stayed on the path, which was a mix of netherrack, gravel, and soul soil, passing under the hanging decor above.

Wooden poles were on each side of the path with rope tied to the tops, connecting them together while chimes, flags, and glass hung from the threads. When a hot breeze came by, the Neighborhood would create its own music. The clinking of the glass, the flapping of banners, the clattering of metal chimes, and the creaking of wooden doors created this strange but soothing sympathy to fill the silence.

“How’re things with the other Jesse and Olivia goin’?” Petra asked, swinging her sword around.

“Frustrating.” Cassie huffed.

“Oh?”

“Things were kinda going okay until Aiden decided to basically blurt out what was happening to our Jesse. Now Stella’s all stressed out, and we gotta keep an eye out for that cult creep, and Aiden’s probably gonna be super bummed that he made poor little Jesse upset--” Cassie ranted.

“I remember bout Aiden spillin’ the beans.” Petra commented. “Sorry everything’s been stressful.”

“It’s been so freaky with those two around! I dunno if I should be happy, upset, but Hero, everytime I look at them for more than a minute I start to feel sick.” Cassie felt that familiar queasy feeling rising in her stomach, “I’m not saying they’re bad people or something, just that… Everything sucks. And having our Jesse running around isn’t helping.”

“I mean, it’s a weird situation. Don’t blame you at all for feeling that way. Heck, even when I first saw them I was thrown off. Felt like two freaks wearing Olivia and Jesse’s skins.” Petra noticed her friend falling behind and waited for her to catch up.

“That’s a fun way to put it.” Cassie said, trudging along.

“Jess and Liv,” Cassie mumbled, “they’re nice, but I can’t wait for them to go home. I wanna forget this ever happened. They make me miss those two all over again.”

“I can imagine.” Petra went quiet when Cassie joined her side. The sounds of the Neighborhood filled the air.

Petra extended her arm out, “I’m here for ya, though, ya know? If you ever wanna complain, cry, or get angry about that Radar guy, I’m always here.” It was hard to see it, but through the gaps of the skull’s teeth, Petra was giving her a smile.

“Thanks.” Cassie took one hand out of her pocket and went to lock arms with Petra, something they used to do years ago, “I mean it.”

“Course.” Petra said.

And with that, the two picked up the pace.

Petra glanced at her friend then glanced at the various portals surrounding them, “I’m gonna guess Jesse and Olivia didn’t walk through an obsidian portal, right?”

“No, some weird blue portal. Probably lapis. I wish it was somethin’ as easy as obsidian.” Cassie sighed. “I’m guessing you haven’t seen Jesse recently?” She asked.

“Nope.” Petra lied, “Not yet. I’ll let you know though.”

Cassie gave her a nod and looked ahead. They were nearing the Nether Fortress. Their Nether Fortress.

Seeing this place after so long… It was like seeing it for the first time again. The broken, tall towers, the bridge stretching across the sea of lava, the ruined railway system, it was so otherworldly. The only thing missing were those hundreds of monsters crawling around the place that Cassie and Petra used to beat up.

That wide open bridge over boiling magma--with the Fortress being so close--was just begging Cassie to run across it.

Petra noted Cassie’s excitement and unlocked arms with her.

“Go ‘head, I’ll be right behind ya.” Petra said with a grin, and on cue, Cassie bolted off to the entrance.

Memories of the two of them raced through Cassie’s mind. The hot air hitting her face, the colors blurring together, her feet stinging each time they hit the ground, it was just like old times. This was liberating.

“Hey, I’m winning!”

Cassie whipped her head at just the right time to see Petra taking the lead.

“Not for long!” Cassie hollered as she picked up the pace.

They were both set on the entrance. Cassie could see Petra out of the corner of her eye. She could feel the confidence radiating from her, like she knew she was gonna win. But not this time.

When Cassie was just feet from the entrance, she dived. She crashed into the ground, her pumpkin making a loud THUD when it hit the floor.

Before she could push herself up, Petra fell on top of her. She must’ve had the same idea.

Both of them were laying on the ground, panting and laughing.

“Pretty sure I won.” Petra finally said.

“Nu-uh, my hand made it past the entrance first!” Cassie shot back, still breathing heavily.

“Yeah, but your hand didn’t touch the ground first, so technically--”

“Since when were you about technicalities?!” Cassie exclaimed. Petra could hear the laughs between her words.

“Alright, if it’ll make you happy, then I’ll admit it…” Petra got up and helped Cassie to her feet. “We tied.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Welp, guess we’ll never know who won.” Petra shrugged. Cassie gave her a playful shove.

“Yeah, yeah.” Cassie adjusted her belt. The two stopped and faced an intersection of three hallways.

“Which way do we need to go?” asked Cassie.

Petra glanced at the wooden arrow signs above then pointed ahead, “Straight, then a left, then straight again.”

“Got it.” Cassie started walking and couldn’t help but snicker at the words on the signs. There were a bunch of those signs hanging around here, their original words have long since faded, so she and Petra took some creative liberties.

Cassie recalled those directions, they were heading towards the ‘Spicy Abyss’, which was the second bridge on the other side of the Fortress. It's in ruins, so the two of them just like to sit on the edge and enjoy the view.

The middle sign was ‘Lotsa Boxes’, which is the hallway they’re currently walking through. It’s a rather wide hall--nearly as wide as the bridge they just crossed--that’s filled with abandoned stalls, carts, and chests. The stalls had boxes in, on, and around them, the old carts had boxes in them, and the chests--the chests were already boxes. This place must’ve been a Trading Hall, a storage, or even a marketplace for the Neighborhood back then. The way everything was arranged reminded Cassie of the night-market in Obsidian Town; lots of trading, buying, and selling, except not in the middle of the blazing-hot Nether.

Banners hung from short poles in the walls, all shades of red, turquoise, and gold while covered with symbols and faded words advertising goods. When Cassie and Petra first found this place, they were surprised at how many tools, ores, and old books were left behind, so of course they gathered them all up and sold ‘em. Made them a great deal of money!

The two took a left and continued down another hallway. They were pretty close to ‘Petra Fell’; those were the words on the last sign. It was one of the three tall towers you could see through the windows. It was the shortest of the bunch, it’s upper half is completely missing, but it was the best place to climb and get a fantastic view.

Cassie and Petra haven’t been on top of that tower in years. The last time they were, Petra was playing around near the edge, stumbled, and nearly fell to her death had it not been for Cassie catching her. Petra’s been terrified of heights since then. Cassie can’t blame her.

It’d be nice to rush through that tower again with Petra, even if she didn’t want to go to the very top, it’d be a great… The tower…

It looked different.

Cassie couldn’t put her finger on it, but something was off. She could feel it.

“Hey, did that tower get shorter? Or have I just been gone for too long?” Cassie asked.

Petra didn’t even glance at the tower, “Already noticing my hard work, I see.”

“Hard work?” Cassie tilted her head. Petra didn’t elaborate. Cassie kept pestering her, but she wouldn’t budge until they reached the end of the hall.

Where there used to be a big, gaping hole was now covered up by tons of banners. They were sloppily sewn together, trying to hide every piece of the other side.

“So,” Petra began, “Remember how I said I had a different place in mind to find those items?”

“Yeah?” Cassie answered slowly.

“And remember how we always wanted to build that bridge to the other side of the Nether?” A grin grew on Petra’s face as she watched Cassie’s eyes light up.

Cassie gasped, “No, nu-uh, you did not!”

“I did.” Petra raised her brows. When Cassie took another step forward, Petra yanked the banners off to reveal a magnificent bridge that stretched across the sea of lava and connected to the other side of the Nether. It was a mish mash of netherrack, nether brick, gravel, and even some obsidian. There weren’t any rails on it, and Cassie was certain it hardly had any support underneath it.

It looked dangerous.

It looked fantastic.

Petra watched Cassie take all this in. She was bouncing in place, hands over her mouth, all excited like a li’l kid. Man, Petra could only imagine what Cassie’s face was like under that pumpkin. Her eyes were probably sparkling and she had that big, dorky smile that’s bright enough to light up this entire fortress.

“Oh Hero, oh--Oh I canNOT believe you!” Cassie exclaimed, grabbing Petra and shaking her excitedly before giving her a big hug.

“Hey, we always wanted to see more of the Nether together.” Petra chuckled, “Thought this would be a nice little surprise for when you came back.”

Cassie let go to look at the bridge again; Petra took a lungful of air.

“And don’t worry, it’s stable.” Petra said, “I’ve tested this bad boy out hundreds of times and only had several near death experiences.”

“Perfect, great! All I need to hear.” Cassie was revved up. She dug her feet into the ground, ready to blast off, but she stopped herself. “Agh, wait. I promised Aiden I’d come back home soon.”

“How soon?” Petra leaned against the wall.

“Like, by the end of tomorrow, I think?”

“Well, you got here at a pretty good time, so we got, what? Several hours to work with?” Petra tapped the skull’s chin, “If we’re fast enough, we could see some good sights and get your stuff. So whaddya say?”

Petra got closer to Cassie, “Wanna see how fast we can blast through this sucker?”

Despite the skull hiding her face, Cassie knew Petra was smiling, and Cassie smiled right back at her.

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm petra #mcsm cassie #fic #another part of apwhnpmcsmwasamcsm #it is like a half chapter!! #enjoy!!

[madmansan]

28 Days

Fantasy au - Demon!San x F!Reader

Trigger Warnings

Mentions of death and blades.

Labyrinth - part 1

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Aldbarrow. A village known for it's hunters, jewellers, bakers and smiths. But most famous of all, was the Labyrinth that lay just outside the village.

From the outside, all one could see was a large stone wall, that would tower above even the tallest man's head. However, lurking inside was the castle of the Demon King.

Guarding the castle were his loyal demon subjects, that skulked around the Labyrinth to feed on the souls of any human that dares to enter. Or so it was believed. You see, no one had ever entered the Labyrinth and returned. It was a mystery that people were terrified to discover. But not me.

You paused, the ink from your quill blotching on to the page. You bit your lip in frustration, grabbing a bit of cloth and gently dabbing up the small puddle. You placed the quill back into the ink pot, shuffled the parchments into a neat pile and placed them under the false bottom of one of the drawers in your desk.

You were planning on observing the Labyrinth, maybe even entering, so that you could write a book about it. It was a good idea at first but you soon realized that your parents would kill you if they found out.

'Your Auntie entered that Labyrinth and never came back! Don't even think for a second that I would let you anywhere near it. I don't care if it would help the village! You're. Not. Going.' Your Mother would always say. That's why you had to hide it.

Every night, once your parents had gone to sleep, you would sneak out and examine the wall. Running your fingers along the rocks, comparing plants that grew between the cracks to the ones in the village, you even scaled the wall once to try and see over but it was far too dark to see anything.

You heard the door creak open and turned around to see your little sister swinging from the door handle.

"Good morning, Roslyn." You smiled at her, closing the drawer.

She hummed in response, slowly plodding her way over, carelessly swinging her teddy bear back and forth. "Whatchya doin'?" She said, running one of her little fingers along your drawer.

"Why are you asking?" You replied, giving her a playful smirk.

She looked up at you with a hint of mischief in her eyes, "There's a question already on the table, y/n!" She's surprisingly cheeky for a six year old.

You threw your hands up in defence, "Alright, you got me. I'm starting to write my book about the Labyrinth. I plan on sneaking out tonight to see if I can find out anything about the demons inside." The little girl's eyes widened with excitement.

"Really!" She yelled, quickly cupping her mouth, as to not alert your mother and leaned in closer. "You're really gonna go? What if something bad happens? No, nothing bad will happen. I'm sure it will be great. Can I come?!"

You placed your hands on her shoulders trying to cool her excitement, "Nothing bad will happen because I would be cautious. I can't say that much for you." She sulked and you laughed, picking her up and spinning her around. "It'll be okay. I'll report back to you every detail of my observations." You placed a hard kiss on her cheek and watched as she wiped it off, squirming out of your grip. You giggled as you watched her run off down the stairs.

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You grabbed your bag, flinging it over your shoulder and heading out the front door. Roslyn came tumbling out behind you, chasing after her friends whilst still putting on her shoes. You sighed as she stumbled and you bent down to tie her laces properly before letting her run off again.

You had a burst of energy as you marched to the forge. You had commissioned a dagger from the village blacksmith, and one of your best friends, Mingi. If you wanted to enter the Labyrinth, you knew you would need something to defend yourself with.

You clutched the metal handle, swinging the wooden door open with a hearty 'Good morning!' You heard the joyful-sounding greetings of more than one voice down the hall and you could only assume, Mingi's jeweller friend Hongjoong had come round to visit.

You entered the small forge, Mingi hammered a glowing red metal rod against his anvil whilst Hongjoong sat in the corner gently fiddling with some wire and gems.

"Is it ready?" You asked, barely masking your excitement.

"Ah! The dagger!" Mingi exclaimed, placing the rod back in the hearth and removing his thick, tattered gloves. He walked to a desk behind Hongjoong's seat, who's eyes followed him before spinning back round to you.

"Why are you in need of a dagger?" He asked, a bright smile painting his face. You hadn't really spoken to him before, apart from the occasional 'good morning' when seeing him on the street or in Mingi's forge.

Before you could respond Mingi cut in. "She's being an idiot. As per usual." He walked up to you and you gave him a slap on his arm. He laughs at your weak attempt to hurt him and you huff, knowing that you couldn't win.

You turned your attention back to Hongjoong, who sat patiently, his smile not faultering at all. "I'm going to the Labyrinth!" You said, your pride filling the room as you pushed out your chest.

Hongjoong started to laugh but it soon faded when he realized you were being serious. "Wait, seriously?!" He yelled, his smile dropping to gape his mouth in shock.

"Don't worry, Hongjoong. I thought she was crazy when she first told me as well." Mingi laughed, handing you the blade like he was giving you some sort of award. You snatched it from his hands and stuck your tongue out at him.

"I've been studying it for a while. I want to write a book about it. It would most likely be less of a threat if we knew more about it." Hongjoong's eyes lit up, mouthing a small 'wow'. You proudly looked back to Mingi, who huffed at his friend taking your side. He still held out one of his hands, expecting his payment. You reached into your bag and pulled out a paper envelope that contained the money for his work.

He opened it, inspecting the amount inside. You sighed, "Come on, Mingi! You really think I would swindle you? He closed the envelope and looked back up at you.

"You can never be too sure." He said, eyeing you suspiciously, a playful grin appearing at the corner of his lips.

Suddenly, loud yells came from outside and all of you bolted to the door to see what was going on.

People were running wild, shouting out various things but one stood out to you the most. The yell of your little sister's name.

Panicked, you grabbed a person on the street and asked them what was going on.

"Y/n! Two of Roslyn's friends came running to us saying that her and Erina went missing whilst in they were playing in the woods."

Your heart sunk. A cold shiver ran up your spine and left you with an overwhelming sense of dread. You pushed through the crowd, desperately screaming out the names of the two missing girls, whilst Mingi and Hongjoong followed swiftly after.

The crowd went silent, curved around the base of the hill that lead up to the woods and - you felt your throat tighten at the thought. The Labyrinth.

You pushed your way through the people, with gentle apologies coming from the two boys tailing you. In front of everyone you saw Erina, Roslyn's friend and only one of the two missing girls.

You knelt down in front of her and made sure she was alright before you asked her what happened.

"Me and Roslyn went further into woods."

"How far?!" You quickly responded.

"To the Labyrinth."

"You went to the Labyrinth?!"

"She wanted to observe it to help you!" She exclaimed, starting to panic.

"Where is she?!" You asked. She didn't respond. "Erina!" You clutched on to her shoulders.

Her face dropped, "It's all my fault."

You froze for a moment, each breath you took being less controlled than the last. You started to run towards the woods, tears pouring down your cheeks, screaming out your little sister's name again and again.

Some of the large men in the village grabbed you and pulled you back as you fought against them. You shoved out of their grip for just a couple seconds before being grabbed again.

Eventually, your muscles weakened and you fell to the floor in defeat. A strong hand squeezed your shoulder and you looked over to see Mingi, who sat on his knees next to you.

"I know it hurts, y/n, but ... ' he trailed off, watching your tear stained face stare at him, lip quivering, "there's nothing you can do." You started to sob once more, falling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug.

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You couldn't bring yourself to tell your mother, but it inevitably came to her attention.

You sat at your desk and stared at the ripped up pile of parchments that lay on the floor. She had asked to see them after finding out Roslyn's motive. She blamed you, screamed at you, ripped your work to shreds, she didn't care that you were hurting too.

You finally got out of your chair and started to pick up the pieces, when one of them caught your eye.

'It was a mystery'

The Labyrinth was a mystery. Nobody actually knew if Roslyn was dead. Your body burned with anger, fists clenching around the pieces of parchment before slamming them to the floor and striding towards your bed. You reached under, grabbing your bag and starting to pack some necessities.

The village thought she was dead, but you were going to find out for sure.

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After getting a couple hours sleep to see you through the day, you climbed out of you window and started to head in the direction of the mountain.

It wasn't a long walk to the Labyrinth, but your dedication to save Roslyn was so strong, you ended up there in under ten minutes.

You had been up there dozens of times before, but this time was the only time you felt absolutely terrified. The wall seemed ten times higher, ten times longer, but knowing Roslyn was there just the day before, you knew that you couldn't turn back.

You were entering that Labyrinth, and you didn't care if you weren't going to come back out.

You heard some twigs crack behind you, followed by a small rock landing at your feet.

You turned to see Hongjoong poking his head around one of the trees, "Oh, hi." You said, awkwardly. He cautiously looked around him before stepping out into the clearing, joining you by the Labyrinth wall. You bent down and picked up the rock he threw, "Was this really necessary? No one's around." He scratched the back of his neck and looked at the ground awkwardly. "Let me guess, Mingi sent you to convince me not to go in. Well, I'm not going to listen so-"

"Mingi didn't send me." He cut you off, bluntly.

You looked at him quizzically as he reached into his pocket. "I'm not here to stop you either. I just want you to have this." He held up a thin silver chain, with a small heart pendant in the middle. "I remember reading somewhere that demons are deadly allergic to silver. I can't be too sure if it's actually true, but it's best to be safe anyway. May I?" He moved his hands towards your neck and you leaned forward, nodding your head. Your heart warmed knowing that he was trying to help you and not drag you back to the village.

He clipped it around your neck and leaned back, running his fingers along the chain, admiring the small heart before his cheeks flushed bright red. "I-I didn't mean to make the pendant a heart! It was one I made a while back. It's the first one I pulled out when looking through my silver necklaces for one to give you." He trailed off still mumbling to himself.

You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, "Thank you, it's extremely kind of you to do this for me. May you find happiness, Hongjoong." You smiled at him and he quickly returned it. He awkwardly stepped away and waved you goodbye, wishing you luck.

Once his figure had vanished into the woods you turned your attention back to the wall. You had to go. No turning back.

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To be continued

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Author's note: Ahhhh the new story!! I've been really nervous to post this but here we are! This is only the first chapter and the others probably won't be out for a while, but it'll be nice to see what people think! Thank you so much for reading this and I hope you have a great morning/night, wherever you are in the world! ❤❤

#ateez headcanons #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #choi san #ateez san #san x reader #san x y/n

[caretaker-au]

Kindness & Justice: Backstory

The two adolescent girls huddled around a small campfire in the twilight, trying to finish their dinner before nightfall. The tall cook poured the remains of pancake batter into the cast iron pan, mentally crossing her fingers that this one wouldn’t stick as bad as the previous one did. 

“This is the last one,” the cook said, “You want it?”

“No, that one is all yours,” her friend answered between mouthfuls. She didn’t have a fork, so she had rolled up the pancake like a burrito. At some point, her black cowboy hat had fallen off her head and hung against her back by the drawstring. It was her latest attempt at bringing Western wear back into vogue. “I shouldn’t have teased you for packing all that kitchen stuff. This turned out way better than I expected.”

“Worth it?” the cook asked with a grin.

“Worth it,” the shorter girl smiled. She finished off her food and stretched, moving her hat so she could lay down by the fire. The pink-streaked clouds floated overhead. It was warm enough that the fire was a little bit uncomfortable, but it didn’t seem right to lay anywhere else.

“So…” the cowgirl ventured, “You ready to talk about what happened with your folks?”

“Ugh, not really,” she answered, prodding at the batter with the spatula, “But, after working so hard to cheer me up, I suppose you’ve earned the right to know... Mom and Dad cornered me about their suspicions, and I told them the truth about us. Well, not about us, exactly, I left you out of it. I told them about me.”

“I’m guessing they didn’t take it too well.”

“I mean, they took it about as well as expected. Shouting, some crying, the whole works. Kept saying it was their fault, but that didn’t stop them from blaming me anyway.” The cook glanced at her friend, and saw her scowling. “It really wasn’t that bad though,” she added, “I mean, it could have been a lot worse, I’m pretty lucky, when you think about it.”

“Are you kidding me?” she sat up, her face incredulous, “Your parents are the lucky ones for having a daughter like you! They don’t deserve you, and you don’t deserve to be treated like a mistake. The unfairness of it all, it just--” she clenched the fabric of her skirt, stumbling over her words, “Once we get back to the city, I’m going to give them a piece of my mind.”

“I really wish you wouldn’t…” the tall girl said, her voice falling low, “I know it’s not your style, but I want you to try to be nice to them.” The cowgirl rolled her eyes, so she continued with a bit of forced smile, “Not for them but for me, okay?”

The short friend sighed, “Okay, for you. Is that thing done cooking yet?”

In response, the cook jerked the pan, masterfully flipping the pancake over. One side was a perfect golden brown. “Just a little bit longer now.”

The cowgirl sat up, surveying the campsite. The two of them had never been camping before, and the hike had been much harder than either of them had anticipated. It didn’t help that they had over-packed and had to cut their climb a bit short as a result. Nonetheless, the clear warm night and birds chirping in the trees made the escape feel almost as magical as the girls had hoped for. A quiet sanctuary where no people would be around: well, most likely no people, that is. 

“Hey, speaking of miserable family members,” the short girl ventured, “Did I ever tell you about the skeleton in my family’s closet?”

“This better not be one of your weird scary horror stories.”

“It sure is!” she answered. The cowgirl jumped to her feet, clearing her voice in preparation for the tale, “Listen to this: when my grandpa was a little kid, his brother tried to murder him.”

“How very ‘Cain and Abel’,” the cook smirked, “You can’t just start there. Start at the beginning of the story. What lead up to it?”

“That’s just it, no one really knows. Everyone says he just snapped and went crazy when the two of them were home alone. Grandpa was just happily playing video games at the time, so maybe his brother wanted a turn.”

“That… doesn’t seem like a very compelling motive,” the cook said, checking the underside of her pancake, “Are you sure your grandpa’s not exaggerating?”

“It’s the truth!” the cowgirl insisted, “His brother attacked him and cracked his head against the coffee table. They found gramps in a puddle of blood in the living room, and he had to be rushed to the hospital and got six stitches! But I still haven’t gotten to the best part.” The girl paused for dramatic effect.

“Best or worst?” the cook lifted the whole pancake with her spatula and tested a small bite on the edge. It was still too hot to eat.

“The best part is…” the cowgirl swept her arm towards the dimly lit forest around them, “His brother fled to this very mountain. And he was never found again.”

“What?” the girl dropped her pancake on the ground. She quickly snapped it up and set it back in the pan. Dirt and ash was stuck to it.

“Five second rule,” the cowgirl murmured. 

“Did you just say your grandpa--”

“Great uncle.”

“--your great uncle ran away to this mountain and died?”

“Disappeared. Maybe he still roams this mountain, searching for more innocent children to send to their graves…” The short girl’s voice was dramatic, but her eyes were dancing with mischief.

“Are you kidding me, that’s so creepy! And to think coming here was your idea! Was this all a set up to scare me?” The cook crossed her arms, but her friend just laughed.

“No, no! To be honest, I didn’t realize this particular trail was a part of The Mount Ebott until we were on our way.”

“A likely story,” the cook murmured as she nibbled the edge of her pancake.

“It’ll be fine, really. Oh, I know--I have something to protect you from any undead uncles. Check this out!” the cowgirl skipped towards their yellow tent and unzipped her backpack that was laying in front of it. She withdrew a long leather holster, with a revolver already tucked inside it.

The tall girl’s jaw dropped open, “You brought your dad’s gun?!”

“Maybe,” she giggled, strapping the holster around her waist, “It will be my gun in a few years, I’m just borrowing it a little early.”

“Do you even know how to use one of those things?”

“Yeah, yeah, I shoot it every year on my birthday. Family tradition.” the gunslinger drew her weapon, pointing it out towards the woods.

“Don’t--”

“It’s okay, it’s not loaded,” she said, popping open the cylinder, “The ammo’s in my bag.”

The cook shook her head, “And I thought my family was crazy.”

The cowgirl spun the gun around her finger and holstered the weapon with practiced flourish. She spoke with an exaggerated drawl, “Don’t worry, darlin’, this lone ranger will defend you from any murderin’ spectral horrors.”

“Stop it! You’re awful!” the cook laughed, before taking another bite of her food. It wasn’t as dirty as she thought, and she swallowed a few more bites before stuffing the rest in her mouth.

“You hear that?” the lone ranger put a hand to her ear, “It won’t be safe for long, we best be getting to bed before the devil finds us.”

“Oh please, that’s enough, Calamity Jane.”

“I prefer the name--”

She was cut off by the sharp crack of a snapped branch. The gunslinger stilled, turning in the direction of the noise, “What was that?”

The tall girl huffed in response, “I said cut it out--" but the cowgirl shushed her, scanning the dense foliage around them. Her heart caught in her throat as she saw a pair of eyes glinting from their firelight. A huge creature, larger than a man, was standing on two legs and peering into the camp from about two hundred feet away.

"There's--" the gunslinger's voice strained to form the words, "There's a bear."

The cook froze. She reached for her cast iron pan and held it with both hands. "What do we do?" she whispered.

The cowgirl shook her head. There weren't supposed to be bears in this area. According to her research, none had been seen for over a decade, which is why she hadn't bothered to look up how to defend against one. The bear dropped down to all fours, and they could hear it begin to huff and snarl.

"Get ready to run," she hissed. The cook stood, and the shorter girl eyed her backpack that held her ammunition. It was sitting at the foot of the tent, but she would have to go toward the monster to retrieve it. The bag was only fifteen feet away but it might as well have been fifteen miles. 

The two didn’t have a chance to decide when to act. With a roar, the bear lunged forward, crashing through the foliage as it charged. The cook shrieked, fleeing the camp, but the cowgirl did the opposite, sprinting towards her bag. She had almost reached it when the tent surged forward, collapsing on top of her in a wave of nylon and snapped metal supports. The gunslinger fell to her back and she pushed the tangle of tent away from her face, only to see the bear looming over her, separated only by the crushed tent. The girl shielded her face with her arms and braced herself for what was to come.

“Get away from her!” her friend screamed. She had returned, and had taken to bludgeoning the bear’s hindquarters with her pan. The bear twisted around and swiped a clawed paw towards her, but the cook jumped back, turning heel to run again. With a snarl, the bear released the cowgirl and chased its assailant. The gunslinger kicked the tangled tent off her legs and before she realized it she was chasing the bear, screaming obscenities and death threats. The cook was fast, but the bear was faster, and she lost sight of them both as they crested a small hill outside the camp. 

A blood curdling shriek filled the tree tops, followed by silence.

The gunslinger tore up the slope and hesitated when she reached the apex. Her friend was nowhere in sight, but the bear had already changed directions, loping back towards her. Her fingers reached for her gun, but she reminded herself it was still empty, and willed herself to retreat. The rapid thumping of the bear’s steps told her she wouldn’t make it to the camp before it caught up with her.

Overhead, the large branch of a cedar bowed over her. Leaping, the girl grabbed it and hoisted herself onto the branch before scrambling up the next. The bear was under the tree in an instant, stretching to full height to swipe at her. Its claw caught her foot, nearly yanking her out of the tree, but only managed to knock off her boot. The girl continued to climb, and the bear snapped off the lower branches, pushing against the trunk. The tree shuddered and flexed under the weight.

With one arm wrapped tight around a branch, the cowgirl pulled off her remaining boot and tossed it down. It bounced off the bear’s shoulder, who gave it a glance before turning its attention back to the girl. She whispered a prayer before unholstering her weapon, and threw the revolver at the monster. The gun crashed against the bear’s muzzle with an audible whack, and the bear pulled back from the tree, shaking its head. She held her breath as the bear paced around the tree before leaving in the direction of the camp. The dense canopy obstructed her view of it, but the tell tale sounds of the creature ripping through bags and crunching through supplies told her all she needed to know.

The girl settled onto the upper branches of the tree and wrapped her arms around the trunk. Against the odds, she was safe but trapped. Without a loaded gun, leaving the tree wasn’t a risk she could afford to take. To make matters worse, the last rays of twilight were fading away, cloaking the woods in frigid darkness. Her flashlight, phone, and ammunition were all at the camp, hidden under the destroyed tent. There was nothing she could do but wait it out.

***

Two hours elapsed before the bear left the camp. Another 30 minutes went by before the gunslinger felt safe enough to crawl down from the tree. Her fingers and toes were frozen and her legs ached as she collected her gun and put her boots back on. However, she didn’t have the luxury to pity herself. Through the dark, she crept back to where the campfire once was and strained her eyes in the dim moonlight for the remains of the tent. It had been dragged a good distance away, destroyed beyond use. She was relieved to find her backpack still twisted up inside, and rifled through the contents. She flicked on her flashlight and put it in the crook of her neck as she loaded her gun. Only six bullets, just enough to show it off to her friend.

If only she had loaded it earlier, then that monster would have got what it deserved.

The lone ranger returned to the camp and cast her flashlight across the ransacked carnage. Clothes and supplies were strewn throughout the foliage, and all that remained of the food were shredded cans and crushed boxes. Even the cooking utensils had been mutilated with gnaw marks. Rage boiled inside her.

The forest looked very dizzyingly similar at night, and she found herself walking in circles, ending up back at the camp again and again. Finally, she accurately identified the hill she had last seen her friend and was surprised to discover a steep drop of about twenty feet not far from it, jagged granite boulders resting at the base. There she found her first lead. A conspicuous dark splatter against the white rocks: blood.

The small girl shouted her friend’s name, but there was no response. She climbed down the steep surface of the cliff side at a much slower pace than her friend would have been afforded. The blood was no longer fresh, but she could see the direction it led before the ground cover became more soil than stone. She followed the trail.

The ferns and ivy lashed across her torn stockings, but she continued forward, right hand hovering over her weapon. She stopped at the entrance of a cave yawning out of the mountainside. It looked both parts refuge and trap. Didn’t bears live in caves?

She called out her friend’s name again, but was answered only with a faint echo. At least it was better than the growl of bears. She shined her light across the back of the cave and could see the tunnel curved, making it impossible to see how deep it was. As she traced the floor with the light, something sparkled. The gunslinger ventured forward and pinched it between her fingers: a hair pin, with a small crystal embedded at the end. The last time she had seen it was in her friend’s hair. She had been here.

The cowgirl huffed out a shuddering sigh, and she couldn’t tell if it was from relief or a renewed sense of dread. If her friend had been here, where was she now?

The child took a deep breath and stepped deeper into the cave.

kindness and justice: backstory // end

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#undertale #undertale au #bravery #the caretaker of the ruins #main comic #justice #apron kid #back story #story summary #unfortunately i had to read a lot of bear attack stories as research for this #these kids literally do everything wrong when it comes to facing a bear #amazing that they lived long enough for chara to finish them off

[wannawritefast]

Whiplash: Ch. 4- Pretending

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for all the love on the last part! I totally didnt realize there was no title or link to the previous part. I distinctly remember doing that... maybe Tumblr had a goof... Just a heads up that a fixed it and all that jazz. 

Pt. 3

Pairing: Gwilym Lee! Brian Lee x Reader

Donna left the end of that weekend grateful to have spent time with her sister. And you felt equally as grateful to have gotten some bonding time before the holidays rolled around.

You and Brian continued your charade until before long it was time to leave for your family’s house. There was a plethora of Christmases where you didn’t want to go back home for the holidays or even want to celebrate the ‘happiest time of the year’ at all. But this Christmas… this one took the fruitcake.

The night before you left you didn’t get a wink of sleep. You often chalked it up to the fact that your cat was not present (having been put in a kennel earlier that day) and the subsequent lack of him in your bed. But you knew deep down that it was because, this time, you would be coming home with a boyfriend. A fake one.

That seemed to scare you more than you thought it should. If they didn’t believe you or if they found out, you would NEVER be able to live it down. And then there was Brian.

He was too kind and sweet and caring and goofy to you. He treated you better than you deserved. Sometimes you didn’t think it was real. Brian was your best friend and you knew that you could always depend on him. If anything ever happened to jeopardize that, you didn’t know what you’d do.

The two of you left in the mid-morning on the 21st, Brian picking you up and getting breakfast along the way. It took a few hours but you got to your parents’ house by mid-afternoon. Even though you jammed to cassettes the whole way there, your nerves still wracked your body.

7 days at your parents’ house in the English country and 7 days at his. Two weeks. You could do two weeks.

Finally the two of you arrived at your family’s big country house, pulling up in front of the large property. Brian put the car in park and turned off the engine. He reached to unbuckle his seatbelt in the now silent car but you grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“Brian, we don’t have to do this,” you looked him right in the eye.

He coughed out a chuckle. “What?”

“We can turn around right now. I can just say I got sick,” you reached to turn the ignition but he shooed your hands away.

“We’ve come this far and you want to turn around?” Brian questioned. You nodded emphatically. “Oh, come on now. I’m ready and you’re ready.”

“No, Brian,” you let out a panicked breath. This was such a bad idea. You should have just been honest with them from the beginning. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“We’re basically at the front door,” he turned in his seat. “We can’t go back now.”

“Watch me,” you reached for the ignition again.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Brian grabbed your hand and held it. “We’re here. It’s going to be alright.”

You looked out the windows nervously for any sign that your parents or siblings had seen you arrive. “How can you be so sure?”

“I’m not.” Brian fiddled with your fingers and kissed the back of your hand, stirring up butterflies again. “But there’s only one way to find out.”

And with that, he unbuckled his seatbelt, opened his car door and went straight to the trunk, making sure that his keys were in his pocket. You jumped out after him. He was smart. Leaving the vehicle before you could object further… 

He opened the latch and was beginning to take out the luggage. “Brian, I mean it. We can still leave. No one’s seen-”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” His green-eyed gaze was fixed on the front door.

“Y/N’S HOME!!”

“Y/N’S HOME!!” Donna exclaimed, throwing the door open. Her voice echoed down the driveway. She was clad in a Christmas jumper that your mum had made for you, your brother, and your sister a few years back. Mum always insisted that you wear it for at least one day when you visited. As per her request, it was folded neatly at the bottom of your luggage.

“It’s too late,” you whispered to yourself. “If we regret this, it’s not my fault.”

“We’ll be okay,” Brian put an arm around you and you leaned lazily into the hug.

“Y/n! My baby!” That was mum. Although your mum was loud at times, you loved her a lot. Your mother hustled from the front door clad in a loudly patterned apron, which itself was covered in flour and sugar. 

“This doesn’t seem too bad,” he mused to you.

You looked at him from the side of your eyes. “Oh, just you wait.”

You took Brian’s hand and moved to meet them in the middle. Your sister practically jumped on you and knocked you over when she gave you a hug; the two of you tumbled as you hit the ground in a burst of laughter. Brian and your mother both rushed to help the two of you up.

“Hey, Brian,” Donna gave him a friendly hug. “So did she drive you crazy on the way here?”

“Absolutely bonkers.” He teased. You scoffed and bumped him with your shoulder.

“Hi, mum.” You moved to embrace your mother and she pulled you into a bone crushing hug. She held you at arms length. 

“I missed you so much.” She gushed. Her fingers moved to hold your face. You couldn’t help your smile. 

“It’s only been like a month and a half.” You laughed at her emotions.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t miss my daughter!” Your mother exclaimed. “Of course your father misses you too! I tried to get him to take work off today to come greet you two but you know him!” Unfortunately, you did. She rubbed your arms soothingly, turning her attention to Brian. “Now... introduce me to this strapping young man!”

You rolled your eyes but, deep down, it was your stomach that was really rolling. “Mum, this is Brian, my boyfriend.” That word still felt weird.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Brian,” she said as he extended his hand for her to shake. Your mother brushed his hand aside and pulled him into a tight sweet hug. Brian took it with a chuckle. “You don’t need to be formal with me. If you’re good enough for Y/n, you’re more than good enough for me.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/l/n,” he replied politely. Brian put an arm around your shoulders for emphasis. You wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Please, call me ‘Y/m/n.’” She froze all of a sudden. “Wait a second… is this the Brian from university?!” Your mum turned to you.

“Yes,” you smiled at your mom, “that’s where we met.”

“Oh my heavens! I remember you talking about Brian!” Your mother excitedly recalled. Uh-oh… 

You laughed nervously and feigned forgetfulness. “What? I don’t think I remember-”

“I do!” She insisted. “You were her best friend.”

“I’d like to think I still am,” Brian replied. “I’m honestly surprised she didn’t run for the hills the moment I opened my mouth.”

Your mother chuckled, “Nonsense! I can see why she said you were so charming. And I remember one time she called me and said that she thought she fancied-”

“OKAY MUM!” Donna cut her off. Brian gave you and her a confused look. Thank God for Donna… “Don’t we have something in the oven?”

“Oh, good heavens! You’re right! Donna will show you to your room.” She turned and ran back inside. “JAMES!” She screeched. “HELP YOUR SISTERS AND BRIAN WITH THE LUGGAGE!”

There was grumbling from inside the house and you steeled yourself for the arrival of your brother. You turned to face Brian quickly as the two of you went back to the car to grab your bags. “I apologize in advance for anything that he says.”

“I can handle it.” He assured you. “I’ve already heard snippets of his typical vocabulary. I’ll be okay.”

As if on cue your brother materialized in the doorway looking classy as ever in an old pair of denim trousers and a stained t-shirt. He tiredly hobbled over, giving Brian a strange look as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You must be Brian,” James grumbled out. He looked him up and down suspiciously. “I see my sisters weren’t lying about you.”

“I am very much real. Were you expecting a bloke that looked like me? Perhaps less poodle-ish,” Brian called out, trying to lighten the mood up a little bit as he pulled another suitcase from the trunk.

Your brother hummed, unsatisfied, and finally looked at you. “You brought him.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t lying,” you said, cocking your head up proudly.

James hummed again, eyeing your, unbeknownst to him, fake boyfriend. Brian leaned against the car, having unloaded the last of the luggage, nodding a greeting at your brother.

“We’re definitely dating,” you urged. You stood next to Brian and he kissed the side of your head, while you stared down James.

James hummed a third time, oddly quiet. He glanced between you and Brian as if trying to see through the ruse. You were getting nervous.

“Yeah,” your brother stared right through you, “we’ll see about that.”

You, Brian, and Donna fidgeted nervously, not quite sure how to respond to what he said.

You cleared your throat and attempted to diffuse the tension. “Is this any way to greet your sister?”

He gave you a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes and a half-assed hug. Ah, yes, the depth of your brother’s affection… 

Brian and James went to work grabbing the luggage wordlessly. You grabbed one of your bags and walked arm-in-arm with Donna. The two of you shared a look as you went inside and up the stairs.

“Here you go, lovebirds.” James half-tossed the luggage into his old room. 

So this was where your mum had placed the two of you… It was the quietest and most isolated room in the house. Sitting above the garage, in the corner of the second floor, it was hard to disturb anyone with noise especially since the other two rooms on the floor were a decent distance away.

You wouldn’t have minded the space so much if the bed wasn’t a full-size and Bri wasn’t such a tall man.

“Are…” you started, “we sharing?” You hadn’t prepared for this. You couldn't even look at Brian. 

You hadn’t counted on this being a part of the deal. And, of course, neither had Brian. God… you should have asked! At the very least to prepare yourself… To prepare Brian. You felt a pit forming in your belly. 

“Yep,” he responded. “Mum figured the two of you would want to stay in the same area during your stay.”

“She and dad were okay with that?”

James leaned against the doorway. Donna stood behind him sheepishly. She had left that part out conveniently during the phone calls. “Mum was insistent. Dad put up more of a fight. They agreed though eventually.”

You looked at him with your mouth ajar, much like a fish. “Oh.”

“Is that going to be an issue?” James looked you and your fake boyfriend in the eye, a challenge.

Brian jumped to action. “Not at all. Thank you, James.”

He gave a tight-lipped smile and walked away with his arms crossed. You waited to hear his footsteps go down the creaky stairs before tearing into Donna.

She lowered her voice with her arms outstretched in front of her. “Before you yell at me, I didn’t know how to tell you. There are ears everywhere.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “You couldn't have mentioned that? Like at all?”

“I’m sorry!” She whisper-yelled. “What would you have wanted me to do? Say that the two of you shouldn’t share a room? It’ll be easier to communicate with the both of you in the same space. Could you imagine being separate for a week while you try to pull this off?”

You supposed she was right. “No, no. You’re right.” You took a deep breath and changed your tone of voice so the rest of the house could hear you. “Thank you, Donna. I think we’re going to nap.”

She matched your tone. “Of course! I’ll let the two of you get settled in!” You mouthed a ‘thank you’ at her before she closed the door behind her and skipped away.

And then there were two.

“You’ve been awfully quiet, Br- What are you doing?”

Brian was setting up his luggage next to the loveseat in the room and had found the spare blankets from the closet. He was making a bed on the couch. If he thought he was taking the couch, you’d be damned.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“It looks like you’re making my bed, how kind of you! But really I’m the host so I must insist that you leave your accommodations to me, Mr. May.” You grabbed the spare pillow out of his hand and kicked his bag toward the bed. You began lugging your bag close to the couch. Brian stuck his foot out and stopped the bag.

“‘Your’ bed? I’m taking the couch.” He gently grabbed your bag and chucked it onto the bed. Your jaw dropped.

“No, Brian. I’m taking the couch. You’re too tall for it.” It was true. You could fit the couch much more comfortably than he could.

“Ah, but you see, as your boyfriend,” you rolled your eyes goodnaturedly, “I must be chivalrous and relinquish the bed to my beloved.”

“You’re being an ungrateful guest,” you countered.

He winced. “Low blow.”

“I’m not above it.” Brian snatched the pillow back and began rubbing his hair on it. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Staking my claim,” he answered, matter-of-factly. His hair was a static-y mess. As if to prove his point he tossed his body haphazardly onto the couch and sprawled out, limbs and all. “This is mine.”

“You act like you laying on top of something is going to deter me in any way.” You laughed at his logic. “Being on the couch does not mean it is suddenly uninhabitable.”

“It does.” He pointedly stretched his limbs out more. “Watch me.”

“This argument is going nowhere.”

“I agree. Which is why you should just let me take the couch.”

“What if we-”

A knock on the door sounded. Brian shot up and the two of you tossed the blankets and pillow haphazardly on the bed. You answered the door with Brian hovered closely behind you.

James. He had a smirk on his face. How much of the conversation had he heard?

“Yes?” you asked through gritted teeth.

“I don’t know if I mentioned it or not but I thought I’d be thorough and tell you that this room gets rather cold in the winters. The garage isn’t insulated and neither are the walls that this room shares with it.”

“Oh, really?”

“I mean, you’re already sharing a bed so that’ll help but you might want to grab some extra blankets on top of that. Perhaps a second bed’s worth.” He peeked in to see the mound of blankets on the bed. “But it looks like the two of you have already figured that out.”

You chuckled dryly. “Yep. Thanks for the pointer.”

James hummed a laugh. “Anytime.” And like the asshole he was he sauntered away humming a Bob Dylan song. You pushed the door closed and rested your forehead on it.

“We could switch nights?” You offered. Brian knew you better than that; of all the sensations that you hated (fatigue, hunger, headache, etc.) being cold was what you loathed the most.

“Or we could just share the bed like they suspect us to…” He suggested. You looked at him. He didn’t seem to be pulling your leg.

“You wouldn’t be uncomfortable with that?” Your fingers picked at the ends of your hair.

Brian had his hands on his hips. “Not at all. Unless you would be.”

You looked him in the eye and then to the floor, your arms crossed. “I’m fine with it.”

“I guess we’ll share it then,” he affirmed.

“Yep.” You popped the ‘p.’

The two of you looked at the surrounding room and its four walls. The couch. The bed. The windows. Anywhere but each other. This was real. All the time you had pretended to be dating before you got to your parents house suddenly felt like dress rehearsals. This. This was real. And things were different.

This was showtime.

“Well, then,” Brian filled the silence. “Now that it’s settled why don’t we set up the room? We did tell them we were taking a nap. We can get settled a little bit.” 

You nodded.

“I’ll do the bed if you do the closet?”

You nodded wordlessly again and took a deep breath before kicking off your shoes and opening the closet. You heard Brian take off his coat and toss it onto the couch. You set yours on top of his and reminded yourself to put in the coat closet downstairs by the front door.

As promised you began hanging some of your items and with Brian’s permission began helping him with his. The bathroom that was conjoined to the room soon had your various shampoo, tooth brushes, and regular hair brushes strewn across the counter top and among the shelves in the shower.

Amongst the thoughts of how absolutely spoiled rotten James had been up here while you and your sister had to share a smaller room was another more alarming notion. As you put yours and Brian’s shoes down on the floor of the closet and split the drawers between the two of you your mind drifted to the small part of it that realized how naturally it looked, how naturally it felt to have the items in the same space. To have Brian’s giant shoes next to yours. To have his various hair brushes that resembled Medieval torture devices right next to your own weapons of choice. To dance and bustle about a small space in a rhythm so natural that an onlooker would swear it was rehearsed.

“You’ve been awfully pensive,” Brian snapped you out of your stupor as you pulled a dress of yours onto a hangar and set it on your side of the closet trying to move in such a way that maybe you’d forget your hands were shaking and maybe Brian wouldn’t notice your hands shaking. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“I…” you took a breath. You didn’t really know what to say. Instead you just turned and let yourself fall onto the couch back first and stared up at the blank ceiling. “This is really happening.”

“Hey.” Brian appeared into view as we walked to you and looked down. “Are you alright?”

You finally made eye contact with Brian and shook your head. Trying to will your tears back into your ducts with the help of good old-fashioned gravity you stared back up at the ceiling again.

Brian rushed to crouch at your side. “Woah, woah, woah. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

You turned to face him and sat up so that he could sit next to you on the couch. “No, it wasn’t you. I’m just overwhelmed. I still can’t believe I’m in this mess. That my family sees so much of my value in my relationships and not me. That it went this far. That I actually care so much about what they think even though I shouldn’t. That I dragged you into this.”

Brian hummed in understanding and pulled you into a hug. “Well, first of all, you didn’t drag me into this. I body slammed myself into this. You didn’t even really need to ask me to help you; if anything I dragged you into this. Remember our little moment on the driveway?”

Yes… How infuriatingly encouraging he had been. How embarrassingly frantic you had behaved. He was right. Brian was unfailingly loyal to you. If he hadn’t backed down then, when you had offered him a way out.

“You know you’re earning your ‘poodle’ title more and more,” you commented.

Brian cocked his head. “How so?”

“Lanky, tall, high-maintenance-”

“Feeling the love. Thank you.”

“But still an excellent companion and unbelievably sweet.”

Brian gave you a soft smile and rubbed his arm up and down your back. “If I was a humbler person I might tell you to stop.”

“Oh I’m stopping,” you said, sniffling back your tears and exhaling the panic. “If your head gets any more full of hot air, your hair is going to start defying the laws of physics without any assistance.”

“Yeah, you’re feeling better,” Brian quipped, feigning offense.

“I’m sorry… which one of us brought more brushes and styling products?”

“I want to make a good first impression! I may be a fake boyfriend but I still want your family to like me.” He defended.

“You’ll be great! Aside from James, you’d have to do something really out of character to get them to not like you.”

“Not this ‘be yourself’ stuff again,” Brian complained and threw his head back to rest on the back of the couch.

“It’s true. They’ll love you!” You encouraged him.

Brian’s face took on that infamous cheeky expression. Uh-oh… “Is it because I’m… so charming?”

Your face flushed in remembrance of what your mother had almost let slip. You leaned forward and covered your face with your hand. “Why did I know you were going to bring that up?”

“Because you know me better than anyone else.” He replied, matter-of-factly. 

“I think your mum might contend with me on that, Bri,” you offered.

“And I knew you were going to say that.” Brian shrugged in consideration. “Fine. You and my mum know me better than anyone else.”

“Well,” you set your hand on his knee. A once platonic gesture, it felt different this time. You continued, hurrying your way through what you were going to say so that it wouldn’t be as awkward when you stopped touching, “since we know each other so well, I’d say we stock up on rest while we can.”

“You talk like we’re going to be running a marathon for the next week.”

“Trust me, Bri,” you responded, standing up and laying down comfortably on the bed. “You’re gonna need it.”

Brian looked at you in disbelief. “Oh please. I’ve dealt with concerts for years. How bad can it be?!”

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Season 1, Episode 5: The Tell (Part One)

Hey there beautiful reader! If you’re new here, this is a series I’m writing where each chapter is an episode from the first season of Teen Wolf. If you’ve been here before, hey! I missed you! Previous and future chapters are linked at the end of each part if you want to catch up.

Pairing: Stiles x Psychic! Reader (eventually)

P.S. Stiles and Y/N have a sleepover (things are happening!!) and Jackson just got on the struggle bus.

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“Whoa, whoa. Slow down.” I sat forward in the passenger seat and put a calming hand on Allison’s arm. 

She took a deep breath and slowly relaxed her iron grip on the steering wheel. If she kept freaking out the way she was, we’d be laying in a ditch instead of making it to school.

“I’m telling you, Y/N. Something is really not right.” Her voice trembled as she spoke, clearly very upset. 

“Just...start over.” I shook my head, not even clear about what she was trying to tell me.

She let out a slow sigh. “Last night, I found broken glass on the window of my aunt’s car.”

“Okay?” I prodded, glancing at the road to make sure she was driving straight again. 

“So they both lied! My dad said she needed a jump, and she said she ran out of gas. Clearly something else happened if her window was broken. But...that isn't even the worst part.”

I nodded encouragingly so she would continue. She needed to just spit it out already. I really wanted to know if this freak out was supernatural related or not. After helping save Derek’s life and learning that the Argents are werewolf hunters, it was hard for me to believe that anything in this town wasn't supernatural related. 

“I heard her and my dad talking.” Her knuckles turned white again as her grip tightened on the wheel. “She said she was attacked by something. And...and that she shot Derek Hale.”

I choked on my own spit and began coughing aggressively, but she didn't seem to notice beyond her growing hysterics. 

“They were talking about packs, and an alpha, and some code...and I sound crazy, don't I?” Tears were streaming down her face now and my chest tightened uncomfortably. 

I wanted to tell her everything. She was so close to figuring it out on her own, anyway, but Scott and Stiles had made me swear not to tell anyone the things I’d learned. I knew it would be dangerous for Scott, but what about Allison? She was caught up in this too, she just had no idea. How would she protect herself if she didn't even know what was going on half the time?

“Hey, no, no. You don't sound crazy at all.” I soothed, placing my hand back on her arm. She let out a quiet sob and sniffled, wiping her nose with her sleeve. “That’s definitely weird. What do you think it means?”

She threw her hands up, suddenly angry. The tears were gone. “I don't know.” She looked my way, determination swimming behind her eyes. “But I’m going to find out.”

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“Hoosiers is not only the best basketball movie ever, it’s the best sports movie ever made.”

“No.”

“It’s got Gene Hackman and Dennis Hopper.”

“No.”

“Lydia, I swear to God, you’re gonna like it!”

“No.”

“I am not watching The Notebook again.”

The car fell into silence. I just rolled my eyes at Jackson and Lydia’s bickering. It was all you could do, really. The two of them fought so much, I was honestly surprised they were still together. They had quite possibly the most toxic relationship I’d ever seen. 

Lydia turned and looked at him expectantly, and he folded. Like he always did. Allison snickered from beside me, enjoying his pain way too much. It was bad enough the poor guy had to have a movie night with his girlfriend and her two best friends. The least we could do was pick a movie everyone would enjoy.

He moved to get out of the car, and a sudden wave of nausea hit me. I clutched at my stomach and winced. 

“You okay?” Allison turned to me, her brow furrowing in concern. 

As he walked toward the store, my uneasy feeling only got worse. I knew I had to go with him, or something terrible was going to happen. 

“I’m gonna go help him.” I huffed and popped my door open. 

Lydia rolled her eyes and pulled her phone out, opening the camera to take selfies under the florescent lights. “Suit yourself.”

Once inside, Jackson and I walked through the narrow isles. The shelves were small, only coming up to my shoulder, so we got a clear view of the entire store. It was completely deserted, which only added to my anxiety. It was a week night, sure, but there was no way we should be the only people in here. 

“Can someone help me find The Notebook?” Jackson called, only to be met with eerie silence. “Hello?”

“Is anybody even working here?” I asked, my eyes shifting up to one of the lights that was flickering above us. There was a ladder beneath it, suggesting that someone was here at one point. On the other side of the store, the phone began ringing. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Jackson muttered, clearly annoyed by the whole situation. 

I got the impression that he wasn’t picking up the weird energy in here the way I was. Something just wasn't right. I could feel it. 

Just then, I caught sight of a pair of shoes at the end of an isle in front of us. But they weren't standing there browsing like us. No, they were laying down, almost as if they were...

“Jackson.” I breathed, and he stopped beside me. “We should go.”

He just scoffed and continued walking. “You know Lydia will kill me if I don't get this movie.”

I couldn't take my eyes off the shoes. My heart began racing in my chest. He seemed to finally take notice as his quick steps faltered.

“What the hell is that?” He kept moving toward it, so I had no choice but to follow. 

I didn't want to be alone in here, even if he was only a few feet away. I shuffled close to his back and peered around his shoulder as we approached the shoes. A gasp tore through me as the sight of a dead man came into view. He was slumped over against the shelf, his throat slashed open. Blood coated every nearby surface. I staggered back a step, horrified. 

Jackson did the same, accidentally knocking over the ladder that was just behind him. The lights flickered and sparks shot out of the ceiling panel as the whole thing came crashing down. A deep, animalistic growl sounded from the other end of the store and we both froze. 

We weren't alone. 

We shared a wide-eyed look, both of our breathing labored. I turned and, through the darkness, saw two glowing red eyes. The thing growled again and I shoved Jackson behind a nearby shelf, choosing the one next to it for myself. I pressed my back against the hard surface, trying to slow my rapid breathing. This was so not the time to have a panic attack. 

Jackson’s terrified eyes met mine before he slowly leaned around to see what was going on. At the sound of shuffling, he whipped back into place. I swallowed thickly, my body beginning to tremble with fear. A few movies were knocked off a nearby shelf and I stiffened. It was close.

Then, each shelf in the line Jackson was hiding in began tumbling down. I called his name in a panic, but it was too late. Within seconds, he was trapped beneath the heavy pile. He tried to jump out of the way, so only his lower half ended up caught. But he still couldn't move. 

He struggled for a few seconds before I stood to help. At the sound of heavy breathing, I froze. I was completely paralyzed by fear. I couldn't have moved even if I wanted to. All I could do was watch as the most terrifying monster I’d ever seen hovered over him. 

It was all black, and huge. It looked like it was covered in fur, but I couldn't see very well under the low lighting. It huffed out harsh breaths as it inspected Jackson, it’s head tilting back and forth as it did. It had a long snout, like a dog, and razor sharp teeth. It lifted a giant paw and delicately peeled back the collar of Jackson’s leather jacket with its long claws. It’s head lifted slowly, it’s bright red eyes locking on mine. 

And then, it was gone. It bolted toward the entrance and jumped through one of the windows, which shattered instantly. A high pitched scream echoed through the night as the thing fled the scene. 

I jumped to my feet to help Jackson, who seemed frozen in shock. He had no idea what the hell just happened, but I had a guess.

It was the alpha. It had to be.

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I sat beside Lydia, my arm wrapped around her shoulders comfortingly. She was still shaking twenty minutes later. After the alpha ran off, she and Allison had come barreling into the store. They saw the dead body, rightfully freaked out, and helped me free Jackson. 

An ambulance arrived shortly after, which is where we all sat now. I was shaken up, yes, but I more so just wanted my questions answered. I wanted to know who the alpha was, and why they were running around murdering innocent people in Beacon Hills.

Sirens sounded close by and the Sheriff’s car pulled up. My eyes instantly found Stiles through the passenger window. His lips parted in shock and he moved to take his seatbelt off, but his dad put an arm across his chest. He said something, and Stiles sagged against his seat looking defeated. 

As soon as the Sheriff stepped out, he practically smooshed his face against the window to get a closer look at the scene. 

“Paul, let’s get this area locked up.” The Sheriff called, putting on a pair of back gloves as he walked our way. 

A crowd had gathered, too, which only raised my anxiety. There was a chance the alpha could come back, and I didn't think it would stop at just one victim this time. 

“Why the hell can’t I just go home? I’m fine.” Jackson barked at Sheriff Stilinski the second he joined us. 

“I hear ya, but the EMT says you hit your head pretty hard. They just wanna make sure you don't have a concussion.” The Sheriff tried to reason with him, something I’d learned was almost always a losing effort. 

“What part of I’m fine are you not grasping? Okay? I want to go home.” Jackson took a step into his personal space and raised his voice. 

Lydia frowned and laid her head into my chest, so I pulled her in tighter. The small glimpse she’d gotten of the alpha had really scared her, and now Jackson was making it worse by refusing to cooperate.

“And I understand—”

“No, you don't understand!” Jackson only got louder. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Stiles slowly getting out of his dads car. “Which kind of blows my mind because it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp for a minimum wage rent-a-cop like you! Now, I want to go home!”

A beat of tense silence passed before two paramedics rolled a gurney out of the store. I grimaced, knowing exactly what was under the white sheet. 

“Oh, whoa! Is that a dead body?” Stiles called, drawing everyone’s attention to him. 

His dad sent him a disappointed glare and he awkwardly slithered back into the car, his cheeks turning pink.

“Everybody back up.” The Sheriff sighed. “Back up.”

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I turned onto my right side, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. With a huff, I flipped onto my back and tugged my blanket over my head. I forced my eyes to remain closed despite the horrible images flashing behind them. I’d been trying to sleep for hours, but I couldn't stop thinking about the alpha. 

I’d been so close to dying. I mean, it had looked right at me. But it didn't hurt me or Jackson. I wanted to know why. It didn't make any sense. The thing hadn't hesitated to kill the movie store employee, so why let us go?

I froze as the sound of rustling outside my window caught my attention. Slowly, I lowered the blanket and swept my eyes across the room. I was still alone. I was completely alone, actually. Mom was working the night shift again. I chewed on my bottom lip as I realized I still hadn't told her what happened. What would I even say?

Hey, mom. I ran into a homicidal werewolf tonight, but it’s all good. It let me go for some reason.

She would definitely make us move again, and I couldn't let that happen. I was starting to really like it here, despite the weird and dangerous situations I kept getting thrown into. 

Just then, my window was shoved open and something thumped to the hardwood floors. I bolted upright and shoved my back against my bedroom wall, trying to get as far away from whatever it was as possible. My breath hitched and my throat constricted painfully. 

My mind was racing. It could be the alpha coming back to kill me, or a random burglar, or maybe something worse. The thing moved around on my floor with a groan. 

With trembling fingers I fished for my phone in my heap of blankets. Once I found it, I slowly turned the flashlight on, making sure it wasn't visible yet. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the worst before jerking it upward. 

A scream tore through me as the light illuminated a very startled looking Stiles, who was standing at the edge of my bed. He squinted and covered his eyes before smiling sheepishly. I put a hand on my chest and let my phone fall onto the bed. My heart was still pounding as I leaned across my mattress to flick on the lamp. 

“God, Stiles. What the hell are you doing?” My voice sounded angry and breathless, even to my own ears. 

He played with his fingers and raised his eyebrows. “Checking on you.” 

A few beats of silence passed between us, and I realized that tears had gathered in my eyes. That was so unnecessarily terrifying. 

“In the middle of the night.” I deadpanned, trying to calm my racing heart. 

“Yeah.” He smiled his charming lopsided smile, as if he didn't realize how that was so majorly not okay. 

“You can’t just sneak into my house to check on me.” I insisted, despite the way my chest swelled at the thought of him worrying about me. 

“Well, I couldn't just knock. It's the middle of the night.” He chuckled quietly at his own joke. 

I sent him a glare and an unwanted tear escaped the corner of my eye. I internally cursed myself for not wiping them away earlier. His face softened at the sight and I looked away from him, embarrassed. He quickly closed the distance between us, kneeling on my bed with one knee. 

“Hey, I’m sorry.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he cupped my cheek and caught my tear with his thumb. “I wasn't thinking. I’ll go.”

My hand wrapped around his wrist before he could fully pull away. “Will you stay?” 

Now that he was here, I realized how much I didn't want to be alone right now. My overaction just now showed me how much I was actually worked up over this whole thing. I’d pushed it away earlier, but I was still really scared. 

Stiles nodded with a small smile. His warm caramel eyes flickered over my face and he cleared his throat before releasing his hold on me and pushing himself up off my bed. He rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly and glanced around my room. 

I chewed on my bottom lip and fiddled with the blankets at my waist. “You can sit, you know.”

His eyes widened. “Uh. Yeah. I was just, you know...um.”

“Relax, Stilinski. I’m not gonna take advantage of you.” I rolled my eyes with a chuckle. I’d never seen him so uncomfortable. 

“Right. Obviously. Okay. Um...how do you...where should I...?” He scratched at the side of his head and didn't look any closer to moving, so I grabbed one of his hands and pulled him down.

He flailed at the unexpected movement and flopped onto the bed next to me. He scrambled up instantly and pushed his back up against my headboard. He sat there, stiff as a board, his legs crossed and his hands at his sides. 

I laughed at his frenzied state. “You’re the one that climbed into my window. Why are you being such a spaz?”

“I didn’t think I’d get this far.” He muttered and started playing with his hands again. “I’ve never, uh...been in a girls bed before.”

My eyebrows rose in surprise. He was an attractive guy, so I found that a little hard to believe. “Seriously?”

“Yes, I know. My lack of sexual experience is laughable.” He finally looked at me and rolled his eyes in annoyance. 

I shifted into a more comfortable position, letting my legs stretch out in front of me. I leaned back on my hands, now facing Stiles. Our feet were almost touching. 

“It’s not that. I haven’t either. Been in a guys bed, I mean.” I stammered, suddenly feeling nervous. I hadn't been alone with a guy in a long time. And it was Stiles. He always made me just a little flustered. 

His gaze lifted from his hands slowly, his eyes moving across my legs, then my torso, before finally stopping on my face. I swallowed under his intense stare, unable to look away from his eyes. They were so beautiful, and expressive. When he was happy, they shimmered with a light honey color. If he was scared or angry, they dulled just a little into more of a burnt caramel. Right now there was an unreadable emotion swirling in them. 

I decided to go out on a limb. “Have you ever...kissed a girl?”

I watched his breath catch in his throat as his lips parted. He stammered, looking shocked by my question, and I could’ve sworn he started hyperventilating. “A c-couple.”

“Then you’re not a lost cause.” I sighed. That meant he had me beat. I’d never stayed in one place long enough to have a boyfriend. I hadn't even had my first kiss yet. It was pretty pathetic, actually. 

“Have you?” He asked, sounding breathless. 

I chuckled, deciding it couldn't hurt to mess with him a bit. “Kissed a girl?” 

His cocked his head in annoyance and looked at me expectantly. 

“Um.” I was back to chewing on my lip uncomfortably. “No. I haven't.”

“Nice.” He let out a relieved huff with a small smile, but backtracked at the sight of my glare. “I mean, it’s just good to know I’m not the only one who sucks at that stuff.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”

Feeling a sudden wave of tiredness wash over me, I pushed myself up onto my knees and leaned across the bed to flick my light off. I realized too late, after my arm was already outstretched toward the switch, that I had gotten myself way too close to Stiles. Our faces were only inches apart, and I was practically sitting on top of him. 

His throat bobbed as he gulped. His eyes trailed over my form slowly, starting with my bare legs that rested on either side of his. Oh yeah, I’d completely forgotten that I was only wearing an oversized t-shirt. Up until now, my lower half had been covered up by my blankets, but they’d fallen away when I moved. 

Stiles’ eyes met mine and my breath caught. I only had a split second to study the mix of emotions in them before he glanced down at my lips. 

Oh, God. Is this really about to happen?

My eyes fluttered shut as we inched closer together. I wasn't even trying to. It was like my body had developed a mind of it’s own. His nose brushed against mine, then his lips in a feather light touch, just as thunder suddenly cracked in the distance. 

We bolted away from each other, both breathing heavily. We shared a long, wide-eyed look while trying to collect ourselves. 

“Um—” I started, my heart going right back to beating erratically. 

I can’t believe I just almost kissed Stiles. My friend. What the hell am I thinking?

“I...” He looked petrified by what had just happened. His eyes were wide and his whole face was beet red.  

“Sorry.” We both muttered in unison. 

A long beat of silence passed between us, and I cleared my throat, feeling incredibly awkward.

“That was...um...”

“I can go.” Stiles interrupted, but didn't move a muscle. “If you want.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, surely about to break the skin this time, and shook my head. I still didn't want to be alone. “It’s okay. Just turn off the light.”

He nodded in understanding and complied, blanketing us in darkness instantly. I crawled beneath my comforter, silently offering him to do the same. Within minutes I was fast asleep, surprised by how peaceful it felt to lay beside him. 

And, for the first time since moving here, I didn't have a single dream. 

Episode 4       Episode 5, Part Two

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chapter three: time is coming

Sam kept her hands on the wheel and her foot hovered above the gas pedal. Tall banks of snow lined the sides of the highway as they made their way over Donner Pass. Another few hours and they would be back in the Bay Area. They were allowed to go over just so long as they were able to keep it all together along the way.

Everything she had heard about driving on an icy wintry road was not to slow down. Not too fast, though, but do not, under any circumstances, slow down.

She couldn't hardly shake the fact that she was driving a two ton coffin made of metal which in turn towed a single ton projectile of cold metal and plywood.

Eric and Alex were silent the whole way over the mountain pass: at one point during a flat stretch of road, she peered over at the former there in the front seat next to her and the fact that he was hunkered down in the seat a little more than before they began the ascent into the mountains. She took a glimpse into her rear view mirror over her head at Alex hunkered down in the back seat there.

Either they were in fact nervous or she hadn't turned on the heater all the way.

She took a glimpse down to the dials: the heater was in fact on.

“Are you guys okay?” she asked them with a slight clearing of her throat.

“This is crazy,” Eric confessed.

“Yeah, this is something so bizarre,” Alex added.

“It’s okay—Alex, you and I have been on this road together before.” She took another glimpse into the mirror over her head at him.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t like this, though,” he pointed out.

“Push comes to shove, we’ll bunk in the trailer until the clouds clear out some more,” she assured them, “because you fellas look like you’re about to get beaned in the head with something hard and heavy.” She returned to the road and that time around she felt so much stronger and more powerful than before.

Two boys, both of whom she had her tongue wrapped around, right there in the car next to her. She had it right there as she walked the fine razor’s edge with the faint glimmers of obvious black ice upon the pavement all around them. The road wound up ahead of them.

Miles and miles of it all.

Something so intense about it. Intense, and rather erotic.

The possibility that the three of them could go off the road, or that the trailer could jackknife and pull the whole thing sideways, and they could die together. The three of them, dying together. Eric's words rang through her mind right then: death and desire go hand in hand.

As they rounded a bend in the road, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She took a fleeting glimpse down to the center console and Eric’s hand there right next to his thigh, as if his hand was cold.

Another curve in the road, followed by a grand view of the mountains and the thick layer of pure white snow.

She swore he moved his hand a bit to the parking lever: meanwhile, in the back seat, Alex hunkered down inside of his jacket as if he was freezing. Sam peered into the rear view mirror once again, at the sight of the little gray plume atop his head and his sharp eyebrows.

“Warm enough back there, Alex?” she called to him.

“My feet are cold,” he confessed, “I've got my blanket over my legs, but my feet are absolutely freezing, though. I’m also feeling a draft back here, too.”

“Aw—you got the window rolled up?”

“It’s cracked a tiny little bit,” he said with a bit of a grunt. She peered back at him again, that time to watch him roll up the window a bit more.

But within time, the road sank down into the snowy hills, there on the other side on the way over to Sacramento and right in the face of the setting sun. If nothing else, they could stop there for the time being and hang out over the night in order to rest their minds and cold bodies. Eric shivered and shook in his seat right there next to her.

Sam took another glimpse at him once they reached another straight stretch of road, albeit a surprisingly dry one.

“You alright, Eric?” she asked him.

She returned to the road for another moment and then she came back to his hand, which he had put there right above the parking lever and he never moved for a second.

“I'm freezing,” he confessed.

“Are you getting any heat?”

“I am, but I'm still utterly freezing.”

“Okay—we're almost into the valley. We'll stop for the night and then we'll hitch up the trailer somewhere—”

“Um—Samantha?” Alex called to her.

“Uh huh?” She took a glimpse into the mirror and the reflection of Alex's grimace.

“What's the matter?”

In the reflection, he peered over the backs of the seats and into the rear window.

“Alex? What happened?”

A sinking sensation emerged in her chest.

“No,” she breathed out.

He pursed his lips together and his face turned the same color as fresh porridge.

“No, no, no, no, no, no—no—no—no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no—no, no, no, no, no—no—no—no—no—no—no—”

She paused for a second to find Alex's eyes wide like big marbles.

“No!”

Eric shuddered in the seat and brought the lapels of his coat up closer to his face.

Sam peered into the rear view mirror to ensure that no one was behind them. She then merged over to the right lane and she took the next exit into Colfax, there in the snowy hills of the Sierra Nevadas. She pulled over there right off of the offramp and she yanked on the parking lever and killed the engine. She buried her face in her hands and groaned in her throat.

“Oh my fucking god,” she blurted out in a muffled voice. She peered out the windshield at the buildings there on the sidewalk on the other side. The gray cloud cover on the sky began to turn an even darker shade of gray. At least they were out of the mountains.

“Where do you think we could've lost it?” Alex asked her in a small voice.

“God, I don't know,” she confessed as her heart hammered in her chest. “At least it wasn't over Sonora Pass or, god forbid, Tioga.”

“What do we say to Chuck, though? That's what I'm freaking out about.”

“Let's just tell him the truth,” Sam assured him. “We were going over Donner Pass and you just happened to look out the window and you saw that the trailer was gone. Hope he didn't have an attachment to that thing...” She fetched up a sigh in hopes to calm down her heartbeat. “Well, we've gotta do something, though, Alex. It's getting dark and Eric is a popsicle.”

Alex leaned forward and he looked over at Eric himself and the blank expression on his face.

“Hey—” He reached over and tapped on the side of Eric's face. He never moved. “Hey!”

Nothing. Eric sat there with a look on his face as if he had seen a ghost.

“Too bad I don't have my amp with me,” Alex told her. “I'd plug in my guitar and rip some Mercyful Fate for him. That always wakes him—”

He abruptly stopped and his eyes widened even more.

“Oh, no, don't tell me!” Sam exclaimed.

Alex bowed his head and rested his forehead on the top of Sam's seat.

“NO!”

“Mine was in there, too,” Eric finally said in a low voice.

Sam clasped her hands to her mouth. The three of them sat there in stunned and horrified silence. Wherever the trailer went, there was no way they were finding those little amps again.

“I've had that amp since I was taking lessons from Satch,” Alex groaned out as he lifted his head. “Fuck—”

Eric closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. Alex ran his fingers through his dark hair.

“But you know what I am glad about?” he told her in a low voice.

“What's that?” she asked him.

“That I wasn't in there.”

She gaped at him and her heart sank once again.

“Oh—right?”

She let out a low whistle and her breath appeared right before her in the form of light wisps. It was getting cold again.

“Okay—um,” she began again as she returned to the steering wheel, “well, we're in Colfax, almost to Auburn no less. We're almost home and it's not like when you and I—” She turned to Alex again. “—got stranded at Tahoe. We're actually near civilization this time, you know, not just a bar and a bunch of houses.”

“It's not snowing either,” he muttered as he peered out the windshield.

“Right, and it's not snowing. And we're almost home, too. Don't worry, I have some money. We'll stop and get dinner—I don't know about a room, though.”

She froze right in her tracks.

“What's the matter?” Alex asked her.

“Oh, no.”

“What?”

“My mom's tupperware was in there, too!”

“Oh, man!” Eric declared as he clapsed a hand to his head.

“Her tupperware and the pot she lent me, too,” Sam added. “But like I said before, though.”

“Just tell the truth,” Alex sputtered.

“Right.”

“Let's get moving again,” Eric advised her with a shiver.

“Yeah, now you're looking cold,” Sam told him.

“I feel like I'm gonna puke, too,” Alex groaned as he leaned back in the seat again.

“Don't blame you, dude,” Eric said.

“Just don't do it in here,” Sam advised him as she started up the car again. “Too bad neither of us have beepers 'cause I'd call up Chuck right now and tell him what happened.”

“Marla has one of those bricks, though, doesn't she?” Eric asked her as she turned the heat back up.

“But that's Marla, though,” Alex pointed out.

They rolled forward into the darkening street and towards the restaurant there at the end. All Sam could think about was how she lost her mother's containers and that one pot, but she need not stay wrapped up inside of it all as the three of them huddled into the far corner of the room.

Alex turned his head to the right side of the room.

“Samantha, do you see this over here?” he asked aloud, and he glanced over at Sam with a twinkle in his eye.

“What is it?”

He gestured over to the black and white photograph hung up on the wall right next to him. It was of a statue, which appeared to be a small cherubic angel that danced with a devil. The stone it had been crafted out of was smooth and polished to the point it resembled to soap.

“Wow,” Sam muttered. Eric looked up at the photograph as well. Alex stood to his feet for a better look at the label underneath the actual photograph.

“Taken from the Metropolitan—back in New York City—a marble statue of an angel and a demon, titled 'the Dance of Heaven and Hell'. Artist unknown, but supposedly from the Italian Renaissance.”

“It looks Italian,” Eric declared.

“Purchased by the museum for only a hundred dollars!” Alex chuckled as he returned to his spot right next to Sam.

“Imagine if you had something you made purchased by a big museum like that for a tiny price tag like that,” he said to her.

“What if it isn't worth much, though?” she asked him.

“Great art transcends price,” he told her as he took a sip from his water glass. “If you had it bought like that for a couple of bucks and gets valued, and the value is huge, that's where the bank comes in.”

“Really?”

“That's what I've heard, anyways—and just from reading about things like that, too,” he continued. “But when you're a great artist, though, that's when none of it matters.”

“You think I'm a great artist?” Sam asked him with a small smile on her face.

“You think she's a great artist?” Eric echoed her.

“From the pieces I've seen, anyway,” Alex said as he set his hand on the other side of his glass.

Within time, the waiter returned for them: she asked for a big bowl of clam chowder, complete with all the bread and crackers. The boys both asked for stroganoff, something to warm them both up as they sat there in that chilly restaurant together. The clouds outside the window collected some more and Sam knew more snow was upon them. At least they were headed the other way that time around; she yearned for the warmth and the safety of a trailer.

Eric adjusted the lapels of his jacket. It wasn't that cold in there, but she wondered if he had an extra chill that time around. Alex even shivered himself right there next to her: he shook his jet black helmet of hair and the little plume of gray wiggled a bit.

“What exactly quantifies a great artist, anyway?” Sam wondered aloud.

“A great artist not only makes you feel something but takes you out of the world a bit,” Alex replied, “I dunno, that's my definition of it, anyways. I would think it's something that's completely based on other people's interpretation of the phrase.”

“A great artist mops the floor with all the other run of the mill artists and the supposedly good artists,” Eric said in a single breath.

“Exactly!” Alex bowed his head forth and belted out with laughter.

Within time their food arrived and those two boys were quick to wolf down their stroganoff: Alex almost dropped his fork on the floor while Eric already down two bites of beef and egg noodles.

“My goodness, you fellas are hungry,” she noted as she set her napkin down on her lap and picked up her spoon.

“Hungry and cold,” Alex corrected her once he swallowed down a large bite of pasta. He drank down another gulp of ice water as if he was dying of thirst.

But then again, Sam didn't realize how hungry she was, either, as she took a bite of chowder, with all those cubed potatoes and fresh clams with a touch of herbs. The bread was soft and fresh right out of the oven. The three of them feasted on their dinner and all the while Sam wondered where they would go for the night.

Alex did have the blanket there in the back seat with him. At least that time around, they were in fact closer to civilization but there was no way Sam could pass up the chance to be nestled right in between those two boys, especially with their stomachs warm and full: Alex himself was enjoying his stroganoff a bit too much as every time he took a rather large bite, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

Joey burst into Sam's mind right then. It felt so long since she had seen him or even heard from him. She hoped that Anthrax were doing okay over there in New York and she wondered if they were in fact about to do their new album like Charlie had promised. It would in fact be nice if they made the new one with all five of them, and she knew they would come on strong just so long as Metallica kept it together there as well.

If nothing, she could search for a payphone there in Colfax and call him up to check in on him. She also needed to call both of her parents to tell them that they made it to the other side of the Sierras.

Sam ran her fingers through her dark hair as she took another bite of clam chowder, followed by another. Within time, she had finished her soup as well as the bread.

“So you boys wanna bunk out in the car or should I get us a room?” she asked them.

“I'm afraid that, by the time you get us a room,” Alex began as he took one last sip from his glass of water, “I'm gonna fall asleep standing up. I'm sure Eric is about ready to, too.”

“Yeah, I pretty much am,” Eric confessed as he fetched up a yawn.

“Okay, but I have to call my parents first, though,” she pointed out as she finished off her glass of water as well.

“Think I better call mine, too,” Alex confessed; he rubbed his eyes and he slid out of his seat and onto the floor. He was so full that he almost lost his balance, but Sam was quick to capture him. Eric lingered back with his face propped up in the palm of his hand as the two of them made their way across the floor to the payphones by the bathrooms. She brushed hips with him and he almost staggered back a bit. Alex chuckled and he reached for the phone on the right.

“You got any change?” he asked her.

“I've got tons of change,” she told him as she reached into her purse for her wallet. She handed him a few quarters and he turned back to the phone on the wall. Sam turned to the one before her and she inserted a couple of quarters for herself. She dialed Ruben's number first: he wasn't home and thus she left a quick message for him. The same went for Esmé. Another pair of quarters into the phone and she dialed Joey's number: at that point, Alex had already hung up the phone and he turned to Sam, complete with his right hand up on the wall above him and his left hand on his hip.

She turned to him with the phone receiver up to her ear. His eyelids drooped a bit from the warm sensual feeling inside of him as well as something else. He nibbled on his bottom lip when Joey's voice crackled on the other end of the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Joey.”

Alex raised an eyebrow at her.

“Sam?”

“Yeah. Who else would it be?” She giggled at that.

“Oh, just kinda sorta playin' wit' ya.”

She giggled at him when Alex reached for her hip. She swerved back a bit when he cracked her a devilish smirk.

“What have you been up to lately?” she asked him.

“Oh, my god—about a month ago, I got a call early in the morning from Danny—Danny Spitz—tellin' me that the studio burned down.”

“Holy shit, really?”

“Yeah.”

Alex raised both eyebrows at her.

“Yeah, we lost like a hundred grand worth of stuff in the whole thing,” Joey continued. “So we've been going in and out of the whole thing just to make sure the master tapes are still intact when we take 'em into mastering. We've all been kinda freaking out because we're like, 'oh, fuck, what if it's rushed', you know?”

“Oh, absolutely,” she replied as Alex lingered closer to her. He showed her his tongue and he wiggled his fingers at her. She showed him a little grin.

“Squeeze me,” he begged her in a low voice: his chest lingered right there before her face.

“Our new album is going into mastering, though,” Joey continued with a clearing of his throat.

“Squeeze me like you’re squeezing a full ripe avocado.”

“What?” Joey demanded.

“Nothing—” She swatted at Alex, who snickered at her. “It's just—somebody behind me—getting all naughty and shit.”

Joey chuckled at that. Alex showed her his tongue again and that time he put both hands on his hips.

“Going into mastering already?” Sam asked Joey.

“Yes! No clue when it's supposed to come out, though. Thinking maybe this summer? But who knows, really?”

“It comes out when it's done,” she said.

“It comes out four weeks after it's done,” Alex corrected her in a low voice.

“What?” Joey laughed.

“Yeah!” she declared with a chuckle.

“I mean it is true,” he told her. “Anyways, sounds crowded in there. Go and rest in a place that's nice and quiet. I'm all wrapped up in my pajamas and a blanket and I'm ready to jack off to you being all naked and shit. You go to bed and have some sexy dreams later on.”

“You, too,” she retorted back.

“Sam?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

She nibbled on her bottom lip as she locked eyes with Alex, and then she turned her head in the opposite direction.

“I love you, too,” she mumbled right into the mouth piece.

Joey chuckled and then they hung up at the same time. Sam returned to Alex and the smug look plastered upon his face.

“You horny bastard,” she scoffed.

“It's gonna be even worse with you and me nestled up against each other again,” he told her with a little rub of his belly.

“Well, at least this time we've got Eric with us,” she pointed out as the two of them padded back to the table.

“Nah, that's why it's gonna be even worse,” he insisted with a chuckle.

At least he wasn't full of alcohol as she paid the bill and left a tip for the waiter. But they were going to be nestled up against each other in the back seat of the car with nothing more than the blanket and a few other things however.

Indeed, once she had pulled the car around the corner, and the three of them had lay down the back seat flat, and they snuggled up against one another to keep each other warm, Sam had a feeling that things were going to be rather intense right then and there. Just like that night in Tahoe, they had their makeshift pillows made of their jackets.

Alex snuggled closer to her with his hands right before his face: even with nothing more than a few inches of clearance between them, she could feel the soft silken warmth from his body. Eric lay on her right side: he, too, felt so soft and warm even with a bit of a gap between her and him. In the darkness, she made sight of the inky black hair spread across his round full face. Nestled in between two boys with their stomachs absolutely full of stroganoff. Quite the life she found herself wrapped in at the moment.

She thought about Scarlett and if and when she would hear back from her about her art.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Alex licking his lips.

“The little man wants it,” Eric noted as he shifted his weight on the side of the seat.

“The little man can't have it,” Sam teased as she rolled her head over for a look into Alex's eyes, shrouded in shadow and yet they twinkled with mischief. She gazed at him right in the eye for a whole minute before she felt her eyelids growing heavy.

Within time, she fell asleep right in between them.

For a few moments, she swore she saw the mysterious man in her dreams once again, but he appeared to her as nothing more than a dark silhouette in a white pillar of light. He was slender and delicate in appearance, as if he had lost all of his extraneous weight and awaited her at the gates of dawn. He set his hands on either side of the doorway and his hair billowed all around his head even though there was no wind there in her dream.

Sam awoke the next morning with Eric's head upon her shoulder and Alex's body pressed up tight against her: that inky black hair spread over the former's face such that it hid his eyes and the bridge of his nose. Meanwhile, Alex had lay his head on her chest so that little plume of gray rested right on her collar bones. A part of her wanted to plant a soft kiss on the crown of his head, but for all she knew Eric could wake up right then and there.

Another part of her didn't want to get up, either: she was nestled in between two boys on a cold blustery winter's morning.

But then again, they had to head on back to the Bay Area, especially if the two of them were about to make an album themselves. It was still early but she knew that these two boys would want breakfast and coffee at some point. It took a bit of struggling but Sam managed to wake the both of them up: once the back seat was back upright, she and Eric returned to the front and Alex took his spot in the middle of the back, and they headed on out of Colfax.

Lucky for them, the snow had passed them over the night, but that wasn't to say more headed their way once they reached Auburn.

Alex never took off the blanket from his lap, even as they descended into the Central Valley, where the tule fog had collected all around in a thick heavy woolly blanket in its own rite. At least that time around, they had a bit of extra warmth in the car and so they could hunker down with the heat on part of the way up the dial. Eric finally put his hood onto his head once they reached the intricate web of an interchange in the heart of Sacramento, whereby Sam was careful to take the next exit, the next road which wound out further west to the Bay Area.

Sam felt the hunger creeping up inside of her once those hills emerged in the terrain once again.

A break in the clouds over their heads and she knew that it was about time for breakfast. Every time she took a glimpse into her rear view mirror, Alex's head was bowed a bit and his eyes drooped closed. Indeed, Eric had fallen asleep at some point right outside of Fairfield. They were within the home stretch, and she could see the high spires of the Golden Gate Bridge off in the distance, and yet the two of them were still drifting off to sleep all the while.

She knew a place where she could take them to that would wake them up, especially if Ruben didn't pick up at any given time the night before.

The dense cottonlike tule fog melded into the thick but wispy San Francisco fog as Sam wound her way through the northeastern rim of the Bay Area and all the way down to Castro Valley. They passed the place where James and Lars had scattered Cliff's ashes and she knew that they had to stop there when they had the chance, and when the fog had finally given way to the summer sun overhead.

They reached the cafe by her father's house but given it was still early, it wasn't open yet. The two of them were still sound asleep by the time they rolled up there to the curb.

She returned to the freeway and they continued onward to the studio down in Berkeley, where Sam recognized a familiar head of smooth black hair and a slightly heavier body even from a distance, but she didn't recognize the young guy right across from her with his head of long luxurious smooth black hair down to his back: he had that thoughtful look on his face that made her think of both Joey and Chuck.

Sam brought the car up to the curb right before her and that was when Eric and Alex both jarred awake at the same time.

“Aurora,” Eric blurted out in a broken voice.

“With some other guy,” Sam said as she climbed out first. The two of them followed suit right behind her, and Aurora and the guy both turned for a look back at him.

“You must be the cousin!” Alex declared.

“Yeah—I'm Stephen.”

“The cousin?” Sam wondered aloud.

“Yeah, I'm Chuck's cousin,” he replied.

“Stephen Carpenter, you said your name was?” Aurora asked him.

“Yeah—by the way,” he turned back to Eric and Alex, “I love you guys, and also Metallica and Anthrax. I pretty much the past two years playing guitar along to Master of Puppets, Among the Living, and also The Legacy.”

Sam turned to the two of them, the two still very young boys.

“Did you guys hear that?” she proclaimed to them. “You guys are now influential in a way.”

“I hope my band gets accepted,” Stephen confessed as Aurora held the door for the four of them. The whole front hallway of the studio smelled a bit musty, as if someone left a window in there.

“And Anthrax is working on a new one, too,” Sam remarked once they were in the main room. “Boys are busy as all hell.”

“Did you hear what happened to their studio last month?” Aurora said with a look of concern on her face.

“I did, yes!” Sam exclaimed. “I called Joey last night and he told me. Lost like a hundred grand worth of equipment.”

“Holy shit,” Eric blurted out.

“Yeah—Yeah, I was gonna tell you but this one over here—” She nodded at Alex and the twinkle in his eye. “—was so busy wanting to touch me and get close to me that I forgot about it.”

“There's also this,” Aurora declared as she picked up what appeared to be a blank cassette tape from the shelf on the side of the room. But Sam recognized that name on the side of the label.

“The return of the Cherry Suicides!” she exclaimed.

“Aw yeah!” Eric cheered with a pump of his fists.

“It's actually a single,” Aurora explained, “their very first one, no less. A brand new song called 'Girlfriend.' 'Cut me up and make me your girlfriend, baby!'”

“Morbid and lovely—just like the girls themselves,” Alex said with his eyes gleaming.

“Also—we have a friend here,” Aurora continued, and the door of the pool room swung open behind them. Yet another young guy with long hair down past his shoulders, but with the first sprigs of a beard around his chin and his upper lip.

“Hey! Gary!” Alex declared.

“Gary from—Exodus?” Sam asked from out of the blue.

“The same!” he said with a smirk and his hand extended to Alex. “Hey, little man. I was wondering where you ran off to after the tour.”

“Camping over in the eastern Sierra,” Alex replied, “with dear Samantha here and also Eric.”

“Cool! Well, I hope you guys saved up some juice because a little bird told me that you—” Gary gestured to Sam, albeit with a serious look on his face. “—wanna visit Cliff's burial site.”

“Where'd you hear that?” she asked him.

“I'll tell you later,” he said.

“Well, you guys better make it quick because Ruben's gonna be here any second now,” Aurora advised them, and without another moment's hesitation, Sam, Alex, Eric, and Gary returned to the car outside.

“What happened to the trailer?” Gary asked them.

“You—really don't wanna know,” Eric told him as they climbed back inside: that time, he took the spot behind the wheel while Sam took to the back seat next to Alex.

A little turn around and then a trek back up to Castro Valley, to those same rolling hills there. At that point, the clouds overhead broke and the gray morning sun shone down on them. Sam hoped they would get breakfast at some point: not that she wanted it, but she wanted Alex and Eric to have a bite to eat for themselves.

“I feel like I haven't been up here in ages,” Gary confessed. “Let's just say it's been a long time coming for all of us over in the Exodus camp.”

Alex ran his fingers through his inky black hair. Sam huddled closer to him just to feel his warmth.

They came to that familiar stretch of flat ground there in the hills, and that low building where they held the memorial.

“Samantha—look!” Alex declared with a point to the field.

Sam turned around and followed his gesture. On the field there, right in the exact same spot where James and Lars had scattered Cliff's ashes, stood a small complex of lush dark green shrubs. Even from the road, she could see those small flowers that lined the highways in the valley and down in the south land.

“Oleanders,” she breathed out; she thought about Louie and if he had seen those flowers himself at any given point. Even though it was still very early in the year, she could see they were in full bloom as if the springtime had bestowed upon them once again.

“Right where they spread his ashes, too,” he added.

Alex climbed out of the car first and Sam followed suit. Eric and Gary stayed behind there in the car; those shrubs were much larger than either of them had seen before, such that they looked as though they had been transferred from some place on the side of the road to there in the middle of the field. They rounded the edge of the building together only to be met with a heady gust of wind from the ocean, but neither of them let it slow them down. Alex kept on running to the shrubs, to which he skidded to a stop before them and he crouched down before the branches that faced him. Sam lingered behind him for a better look at the flowers, even though she stood several feet away from them.

Eric called out something from the car but she couldn't hear him over the winds at their back.

“Don't touch them, Alex,” she advised him. “They're poisonous.”

“I won't—I'm just seeing how white they are.”

As white as the top layer of hair on the plume on his head.

He lingered right before the fledgling shrub for a better look at those little white flowers as they bloomed up from even the lowest branches, the ones closest to the ground. Their five petals were pristine, like that of a daisy or a hibiscus, but they were oleanders, the plants that grew everywhere there in California. The poison that ran within the roots of the earth and brought back poison for the most unsuspecting of souls. Sam crouched down closer to him as the cold moist breeze from the ocean fluttered the shrubs a bit.

She need not the gray morning sun to show her that the pedals had not a single speck or imperfection on them.

Alex peered back at her and the sunlight shone onto his face to wash out his skin and the gray hairs there over his brow: for a few seconds, he appeared far more ghostly than she had originally imagined before. Sam glanced over at the rest of the barren field. Cliff's spirit was among them, and he made something beautiful and morbid sprout from the depths of the earth in his wake.

“Like—perfect pearly white,” she noted. “White and clean.”

“They really are!” He turned to her with a bright twinkle in his eye, when a chill swept over her. “It's like Mother Nature knows.”

“She does,” Sam said with a nod of her head.

The two of them there back at the end of the world, caught in the midst of something humongous there on their horizons.

Little white flowers to follow them into the next round of spring, and that time was coming upon them. No more time left to dawdle: they all had to move with the poison sands of time.

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Not So Great / Stanley Barber Imagine

Request: Hey love! Could you please do a Stanly Barber imagine, it’s set at the end of season 1 and after the whole head incident she watches as everyone runs but she runs over to Stan to see if he’s okay (maybe she could know about Sydney’s powers?). 

Yess @confusedmilcc​ I’m so excited to write for my other Stanley XD <3

Comments are much appreciated!

Boy, what a scream that was.

Madison Block was the first to start screaming, of course. It was the sort of noise that would have made the hair stand straight up on the back of your neck, if you had been able to pay attention, of course. All you could think, in that singular moment, as Jake Hill elbows into you and knocks you back onto the auditorium floor was ‘he punched Stanley, that bastard.’

Pulling bits of pink string and whatever other flickers of decoration lay on your fingers, off, it hadn’t even hit you yet that it was his head who had exploded. The screams were only growing louder, more piercing, screams of hysteria and disbelief - bordering on terror.

The school would never forget this dance, that’s for sure. No matter how much they may want to.

She ran, Sydney did. Ran as fast as she could. She didn't know if the police were still behind her or not, in fact, she didn't want to find out. His blood left a sick trail, droplets of crimson falling to the ground as she kicked off her shoes and kept on running down the street, a street she had walked up everyday of her life. She hoped the rain would come and wash it away, conceal her path, hide her away so no one could ever find her again

The wind doesn’t howl, instead it’s a different kind of horrifying: stiflingly silent as the students push past each other, tripping and tearing up expensive dresses they would never dare to wear again, shoving past each other, hustling and bustling down the corridors and out through the school gates as fast as they could go. The monotone buzz of several-hundred voices hummed like an orchestra as you stumbled to your feet, taking one step forward, and then another, making your way towards Stanley Barber.

He still lay there, in his light blue suit you had helped him pick out in town a couple of weeks ago. You were apprehensive when he pulled it off the rack, but with one eye roll and a small smirk, he had won you over. Holding it up by the hanger, he bowed at you from in front of the mirror, and you could do nothing but grin helplessly as you watched his curls bounce over his forehead, reflecting the warm light of the afternoon.

‘I can pull it off, Y/n.’

‘You can pull anything off, Stanley. That was never in doubt.’ You prod him in the shoulder as you continue, ‘even that horrible bowling shirt you’re wearing right now.’

He sighed dramatically as he placed a hand on your shoulder, not noticing the way you had stilled. The cashier huffed silently at the both of you, continuing to straighten out another row of dress shirts nearby, but all you could feel was Stanley’s warm breath against your cheek.

‘What a world we live in, Y/n, where a man can be teased so relentlessly for dressing as cool as he does.’

Little did he know that that same jacket would soon be lying on the floor, covering a man still flickering in and out of consciousness, the colour making the bloody trail as obvious as the nose on his face. It was already browning with those sickly matted clumps that could be fragments of what was once human. Clamping your hands down on his shoulders, you start to drag Stanley away back towards the bleachers where the two of you had been sitting only moments before. You wished the two of you had just stayed there, hand in hand as you watched the rest of the school dance by. Sure, the redness of your cheeks would have started to burn, and the side glances of Stanley would have begun to make you squirm uncomfortably, but the way his thumb brushed over the inside of your palm was a hell of a lot better than this.

Before his legs had managed to get a meter away from the carnage, you felt a hand clamp down on your arm, and a shaky voice rise from the pale, clammy face of your best friend.

‘You haven’t seen my sunglasses have you? I think I could use them right now.’

You nearly slap him for joking at a time like this, but as Stanley rises unsteadily to his feet, you can’t help but nearly cry out in relief.

‘Yeah, your face isn’t looking so great.’

The bruise that had begun as a purple stain above his eyebrow had sunk into the socket itself, and so now it had the appearance of a black eye.

‘Eh, I’ve had worse. What the hell happened when I was out?’

You say nothing in reply, but Stanley gets the message. Slowly, with almost a knowing grimace on his face, he follows your eyes to where they’re trained behind his back, gulping slightly as he catches sight of Brad.

‘His face looks worse.’

You only slap him on the shoulder.

‘Ow!’ He sighs before covering his eyes with his hand. ‘Syd?’

‘Syd.’

‘We gotta go, now. One thing I’ve learnt from comics, is that nothing good ever happens when the superhero runs away by themselves.’

His eyes showed the kind of gentle concern you wish he would show to you. He senses your discomfort, and lays his hand lightly on your shoulder, wiping off a drop of blood. He left his hand there and spoke with such a soft voice you felt his words calming you more by the way they were said than the actual words.

‘Okay, you get all that? We need to grab the journal first. Stay right here.’

Stanley disappeared for a second, before the two of you were out and into the empty hallway. It felt different today. Along the walls are balloons pinned on with cheap tacks, many of them already withering. Their colours are garish in the bold strip lights and from some dangle curled ribbons. It looks like a toddler's birthday party minus the cake and gifts, almost haunting in its vacant pleasantness, but the two of you keep going until you reach the edge of the school field. The grass was damp and covered in a thin layer of frost. As you walked, your footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of you in the cold ground.

‘Stanley, this is crazy!’

Under the moonlight, the street into the school lay still; the heat of the day had been replaced by a cool breeze, and all the students had run home. Stanley moved between the pools of streetlight, almost silent until he reached the sidewalk. A pair of headlights came bouncing over the hill, blinding him temporarily before passing and disappearing, but it’s enough to jolt him.

You let go of Stanley’s tugging hand, and he stops, turning around to look at you, almost shocked.

‘We need to go home, Stanley, please. Just let me drive you home. Where’s your car?’

Stanley froze. All he could think of, when he imagined home, was his dad chugging a beer to it's very last drop. He always went for another bottle. He always mistimed it, when he tried to sneak out. When he tried to come out of his room. He always managed to come out when he was on his last bottle. And that was always when he felt the need to discipline his son, to stop him becoming ‘soft’, as he liked to put.

‘You know I can’t do that, Y/n.’

‘The police are going to be here soon, Stanley. We can’t help her! Shit, we don’t even know where she’s gone!’

When you came to a stop in front of him, your eyes were on the floor, scared at what you might see when you looked up. You really, really hoped he wasn’t already gone in his crappy little car, driving far away from you and towards her. You were snapped out of it, and into shock by a finger placed under your chin, tilting it up gently until you could feel his steady breathing against your forehead.

‘Y/n please...I’m going to tell you a secret, right. I’m scared, Y/n, terrified, more than I’ve ever been, but we have got to help her. Sure, she may have been a jackass, but she’s our friend, and I really, really need you now. I can’t do this without you.’

You chew on your lip for a second, gazing up into his eyes as they start to brim over with tears.

‘For you, Stanley Barber, anything.’

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until the world ends // Lee Felix

genre: fluff, angst?? zombieapocalypse!au 

word count: 4.3k

warnings: mentions of death, kinda gore? not really

AN: i worked really hard on this one, lmk what you think! 

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The end of the world had started as quickly as the new world was born. It happened seemingly overnight, as one day you were sitting in your classes, and the next you were fighting off your infected family members. You had woken up to sluggish moaning and a pounding at your bedroom door, and at that moment you knew you had to make a choice. You looked around your room in a panic for something to defend yourself with, and the best thing you could find was an old, heavy textbook. With deep breaths, you readied yourself for whatever was behind the door. Relax, Y/N, you thought to yourself, it’s probably just your dad or something. But your dad had never made that grotesque of a groan before, and your sister had never screamed that loud in her life. At the sound of your sister’s cries from beyond the wall, you made your decision. When you opened the door, your eyes widened and your heart almost stopped with the sight you were greeted with. Your mom’s presumingly dead body laid in the hallway, and in front of her was your dad, breathing heavily and muttering incoherent words. His clothes were ripped and bloodied, and his skin was a gross greenish-gray hue. You turned to your silently weeping sister and shared a terrified glance with her. While your dad was hovered over your mother’s body, you took that chance to raise the textbook and smack it on the back of his head, leaving him unconscious. In a state of panic, you grabbed your sister’s wrist and sprinted down the hallway, towards the front door. However, you seemed to have underestimated your dad’s new zombie-like powers, because his hand shot out and took hold of your sister’s ankle, dragging her back to him. “No!” you shouted, tears streaming down your face. Your sister looked up to you with fear in her eyes. 

“Go, Y/N! I will just drag you down. Survive for me!” she screamed, as your father dragged her closer to him. You couldn’t just leave your sister, and your dad, in his deranged state, knew that. Before you could react, he bit down into the flesh of her calf, and she was out. You sobbed, still confused, and sprinted out the door to the garage, looking for a better weapon than a textbook. As you looked around for something, anything, you could hear shuffling from inside the house. You choked back another sob and grabbed a shovel that was propped on the wall, and with that you ran away from the only life you have ever known. 

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You sighed as you plopped down in front of your makeshift fire. As you poked the flames with a tree branch you found on the ground, you thought about your current predicament. After you fled from your home two weeks ago, you discovered that there was an outbreak of a brain-eating virus that basically zombified humans, called the Infected. When you first tried to scour a convenience store for some kind of materials to survive, you had found that the store had already been ransacked. You were lucky to find a spare bottle of water on the floor, and an old musty backpack in the parking lot near the dumpster. You also hadn’t seen any sign of life since being on your own, which filled you with a sense of dread. You were currently camped out in the woods, in a convenient clearing near the entrance of the forest. You always slept with your shovel in hand, but you didn’t get much sleep anyways. Visions of your family, alive and well, plagued your dreams. You buried your head in your hands at the thought of your sister and fought back tears. Your pity party was cut short by a shuffle in the woods, shortly followed by a masculine scream. Immediately, you put out the fire and stood alert, shovel in hand. As the shuffling got closer, your heartbeat quickened. Quietly, you crept in the direction of the sound. Y/N, what are you doing? You thought to yourself, and closed your eyes to calm yourself. You hid behind a bush, and slowly peered your head over it to investigate the situation. You were surprised to see a cute boy around your age fighting off an Infected with what appeared to be a stapler. A stapler? You thought. Odd choice, but I’m not one to judge. The Infected pushed the boy to the ground, but before the boy could react, you ran in and whacked it upon the head with your shovel. Before helping the boy up, you gave the Infected a few more hard pounds to the face for good measure. As soon as the boy was off the ground, you grabbed his hand and sprinted back towards the direction of your makeshift camp. As you were packing up your things in a panic, the boy turned to you. 

“Thank yo-” he started, but was quickly interrupted by you. 

“No time,” you whisper-shouted. “Here, hold this. Follow me.” You started running out of the woods, but the unnamed boy stopped you. 

“Are you crazy?! We have to stay inside the forest, outside is a festering ground for Infected,” he said incredulously. You rolled your eyes. 

“I know a place, trust me. It is right outside of the woods,” you replied. “Besides, didn’t you just get attacked by an Infected in the forest?” 

“That was an outlier,” he grumbled, but continued to follow you. If he was being honest, he had no better option than to see what you had in store. You led him outside the woods, and followed a small footpath around the edge of it for about a half a mile, before veering off towards the mountains. As you got closer to the base of one of the smaller mountains, you found the hill. Your hill. You quickly scanned your surroundings, then gestured to the boy to come with you towards the south end of the hill. You found the mark you had made in the dirt with your shovel in the hill, and started digging. Once you got past the barrier you had set up, an opening emerged. You ducked your head slightly to enter, and the boy gave you a curious glance. 

“C’mon, this is not a trap. Just get inside and I will explain,” you said when you noticed his gaze. He lightly scoffed, but entered the hole in the hill after you. After he was safely inside, you took a brown tarp from the ground and covered the entrance, then took a flashlight from your backpack to lighten up the space. 

“Holy shit, where did you find all of this stuff?” he asked as he looked around the cave. You walked to the far corner and turned on a battery-powered lantern. 

“I looked in places that not many people thought to look in. Who would’ve thought that an abandoned thrift store would have so many things that are essential in a zombie apocalypse,” you responded as you sat down. The boy cautiously sat across from you, still in awe. You were finally able to get a good look at him, and a sight he was. He was thin, and had light hair that framed his freckle-filled face. He was wearing a dirty and slightly torn windbreaker, black jeans, and sneakers. You looked down at your own worn hoodie and leggings and slightly chuckled. “However, the one thing I haven’t found yet is a spare set of clothes.” 

He looked at you inquisitively, before saying, “We haven’t had a proper chance to introduce ourselves yet. I’m Felix.” He stuck his hand out for you to shake and smiled. You returned his smile, albeit not as bright, and reciprocated the handshake. 

“I’m Y/N. Let’s try our best not to die.” 

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Attempting to survive the zombie apocalypse with Felix by your side was definitely better than on your own, especially because you could actually get decent sleep at night. You guys would take turns to be on watch. Although you were in a decently sealed cave, you both thought it was better to be safe than sorry. The cave was set up as your main base, but you would occasionally venture out to search for more materials. You were currently in the cave with the tarp open, mapping out your next scrounge for resources. Felix was nearby in the woods gathering wood. Circling the next destination on the map, you suddenly froze as you heard a thud from the wall of the hill. Felix, I swear to God, you thought, grabbing your shovel just in case. You quietly stepped out of the cave and looked around. Seeing nothing, you shrugged and started to walk back towards the entrance of your base, when suddenly, you were pushed down to the ground facedown by an unknown force. A scream involuntarily left your throat, and you quickly flipped onto your back and held your shovel in front of you to push against what was holding you down. You were face to face with an Infected, and you had never been so terrified in your life. “Felix! Help!” you yelled, hoping it would reach him. The Infected snarled in your face, and it took all of your strength to continue to hold its weight away from you. As you remembered your sister’s last words to you, you let out a choked sob. You couldn’t survive for her, not when the Infected were this strong and all you had was a shovel. Nonetheless, you continued to fight back, hoping and praying that Felix, or anyone at this point, could save you from an undead fate. Your savior came in the form of a gunshot, and the Infected fell to the ground. Panting, you scrambled away from the Infected, and Felix ran up to you brandishing a handgun. He plopped down on the ground next to you and held your face in his hands. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, eyes frantically searching your form for any injuries. With wide eyes, you nodded. 

“Just a little shaken up is all,” you said, but your voice quivered. With his mouth set in a firm line, he nodded and helped you back to the base. When you safely returned, you turned to him. 

“Where the hell did you get that?” you asked, pointing to the gun in his hand. 

“Oh, this? I just found an abandoned camp in the woods, but I wanted to get you so that we could investigate together. Luckily, I picked this up before I came back, otherwise we both would’ve been fucked,” he said, then handed you a bottle of water. “Here, drink up.” 

“Thanks,” you muttered, before you both entered a comfortable silence. You sat and mulled over the events that just occurred, while Felix started to prepare dinner. As he handed you a can of soup, he noticed your blank stare. 

“Y/N,” he said, and you looked up at him. His gaze was undecipherable. “Did I ever tell you about how I ended up in the woods by myself with only a stapler to defend myself?” You shook your head. Felix had never discussed his past before, and neither had you. You both were too focused on being in the present and surviving to dwell on the past. He continued. “Well, I used to travel around with one of my best friends, Chan. We stayed in the woods, because there was less of a chance of being found by Infected. One day, I was out of camp, collecting firewood while Chan stayed on base.” He paused, looking away from you to take a deep breath. “I was only out for an hour, but when I came back, Chan was nowhere to be found, and our camp looked like it had gone through hell and back. I assumed the worst, and just grabbed my backpack and ran. When we had to evacuate our town due to the outbreak, Chan was the only one there by my side. For some stupid reason, I only thought to bring a stapler from home. You found me on the same day Chan die-” Felix’s voice cracked, and his eyes were glossy. You set a reassuring hand on his knee, and he glanced at your face once before continuing. “You found me the same day Chan disappeared, with a fiery look in your eyes and ready to smack anyone who got in your way with a shovel,” he said as he met your eyes, giving you a small smile. 

“Felix-” you started, but he interrupted you. 

“No, Y/N, I’m not done yet. I almost see it as Chan sent you, for me. To remind me why we are fighting so hard to survive this. If you hadn’t been there for me, I would have given up and died. But now, I have a reason to survive, and fight back, so thank you,” he finished, giving you a smile that made your insides melt. You tackled him in a hug, and buried your head into his shoulder, trying to fight off tears. After composing yourself, you tore out of his grip to look into his eyes. You gave Felix a shy, red-cheeked smile, and he swore that nothing shined brighter than your eyes in that moment. 

“I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t found you. I was starting to lose hope, after losing my family and being by myself for so long. Thank you, for being my light in the darkness,” you said, whispering the last sentence. It seemed almost impossible, but his smile widened even more after your words. 

“Okay, Y/N. You had a long day, I’ll take first watch,” he said, taking both of your soup cans. You nodded, and began to set up your bed. You laid down and closed your eyes, but not before wishing Felix a good night. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.” 

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After your near death experience, Felix was a lot more protective over you. He insisted that you both go everywhere together, and he never let you out of his sight. You understood why, but that doesn’t mean his overprotectiveness didn’t get on your nerves at times. 

“Felix, can I at least piss without you breathing down my neck?” you snapped one day. He pouted at you. 

“But what if an Infected comes out of nowhere mid-stream? You would be completely defenseless! And vulnerable!” You rolled your eyes. 

“I think I will be fine for five seconds,” you said. He huffed out a breath of annoyance. 

“Fine,” he said before he left you in peace. You scoffed at his dramatics. 

After you were done, you joined Felix in front of your cave. He handed you your backpack and shovel, then led you towards the woods. 

“So, where are we going today?” you asked as you slightly trailed behind him. 

“We are going to check out that abandoned camp I found the other day,” he responded, while holding some overhanging branches up for you to walk under. 

“You really think it’s worth it to check it out? What if we show up and there’s nothing?” you questioned. He looked over at you, a cocky grin on his face. 

“Trust me, Y/N. I found a loaded handgun there. Who knows what else we could find?” 

Felix was right about finding something at the camp. However it wasn’t an extra gun, or nonperishable food as you had hoped. 

“Is that… a dog?” You looked down, and sure enough, a wide-eyed corgi was staring right back at you. “How the hell did that get here?” Felix held his arm out in front of you, preventing you from stepping any further. 

“Wait, Y/N, it might be rabid or something,” he said as he cautiously approached the panting dog. 

“I’m pretty sure we would see foam coming out of his mouth or something,” you replied, sidestepping his arm and crouching down next to the corgi. You pet the dog’s head gently, and it leaned further into your touch. You glanced at the name tag. “I guess his name’s Bowser,” you said. 

Felix crouched next to you and started to pet Bowser. Bowser jumped into Felix’s arm and he laughed. “Guess we have to keep him now.” 

“Dude, it’s hard enough to take care of ourselves. No way are we taking a dog with us too,” you said sternly, giving Felix a hard glare. 

Felix gave you his best puppy dog eyes, and your will nearly crumbled right there. “But Y/N, we can’t just leave him to die!” 

“Where will we find food for him? No, final answer,” you said as you started to search the rest of the camp for something valuable. Felix held Bowser up in his arms. 

“Oh, you must’ve been so lonely, Bowser. But you don’t have to be anymore, as soon as Y/N quits being a big meanie,” he spoke in a cute voice to the dog. Bowser softly howled, almost as if in agreement with Felix. 

You rolled your eyes, even though Felix couldn’t see it. “Fine, we can keep him,” you huffed. “But you’re finding food for him.” 

“Oh, don’t you worry, babe, I got it,” he smirked. You blushed at the pet name, then remembered the reason why you were here in the first place. 

You turned to him with your hands on your hips. “Okay, back to work. Try to find something useful,” you instructed. Felix set Bowser down and saluted you. 

“Aye, aye, captain,” he said with a wink. You just rolled your eyes and regained your focus on the bag you were rummaging through, trying to calm the racing of your heart. If the Infected didn’t get you first, Lee Felix was going to be the death of you. 

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Weeks passed, and you were still adjusting to the addition of Bowser. You quickly warmed up to the dog, but it was hard to constantly keep track of him. Felix’s great idea of feeding him was to just let him go out and find his own food, which seemed to be successful. Until Bowser is gone for an unprecedented amount of time, sending you and Felix into a frenzy, only to realize that he was curled up under a blanket in the cave the whole time. You were starting to dislike Felix’s idea, but you had other things to worry about. 

“Y/N,” Felix called from inside the cave. You were outside, starting a fire for dinner. 

“What?” You called back. 

“C’mere, I think we have run into a bit of a problem.” 

You entered the cave to see Felix hunched over the map, Bowser at his feet. When he noticed your presence, he showed the map to you. You furrowed your eyebrows. 

“What’s wrong with it?” 

He pointed to all of the circles that have been crossed out. “There’s nowhere else nearby where we can look for materials. We’ve already hit all the spots in our area.” You nodded, seeing where he was going with this. 

“We’re going to have to move our base,” you said. Felix nodded. “But where will we go?” 

“Well,” he started, “we can go north of the mountains, see what’s up there. Or we could go back into the woods and try to make it out to the otherside.” 

You hummed, thinking. You wanted to avoid the woods, considering your guys’ previous luck there. But north of the mountains was uncharted territory, and you didn’t know how many Infected lingered there. 

“Why don’t we just go through the mountains? There can’t be many Infected there, it would be too risky for them,” you suggested. Felix gave you a grim look. 

“But what about resources? There would be nothing there,” he said. You pondered it a little more. It wouldn’t hurt to go back to the woods for a short while. 

“Okay, then how about we go to the woods, look for resources and stock up, then head towards the mountains?” 

“I mean, I don’t have a better plan,” he teased. You smiled and shoved his shoulder. “Hey, that’s my good shoulder!” You rolled your eyes. 

“Oh, shut up, you big baby. Let’s leave for the woods tomorrow then. I’ll make dinner tonight, you map it out as best as you can,” you instructed. He bowed at you. 

“Anything for you, my princess,” he smiled up at you with a twinkle in his eye. You just huffed and returned to the fire, trying to hide the blush in your cheeks. 

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That night, you couldn’t sleep. You had taken first watch, but thoughts of Felix plagued your mind the whole time. Every time you tried to close your eyes, his annoyingly adorable smile popped up, and no matter how many times you tossed and turned it wouldn’t go away. Bowser noticed your restlessness, and escaped your grasp to sit in Felix’s lap. You sighed and sat up, giving up on sleep. Felix glanced at you and chuckled. 

“Up so early, Y/N?” he asked teasingly. 

“Shut up,” you grumbled, as you got up and tried to calm your messy mat of hair. You gave up and just tied it back. 

“I still think you look the cutest when you get up,” he said, smiling at you. You instantly flushed and glared at him. 

“Quit saying stuff you don’t mean,” you said weakly. He just playfully rolled his eyes and started to pack for your excursion into the woods. You joined him, and soon enough you were ready to go. Felix stepped out of the cave with Bowser in tow, and you sealed up the entrance to the hill. Then you were off to the woods. 

“I really hope this doesn’t take long,” you muttered to yourself. 

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It took a long time. After walking for hours and finding nothing, you decided to set up camp for the night, A.K.A. a small fire and sleeping bags. As you set up the fire, Felix laid out in his temporary bed and watched you. 

“Y/N, do you think we will have to live this way for the rest of our lives?” he suddenly questioned. You tensed up, not expecting him to say that. Then you sighed. 

“I hope not, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. It’s exhausting.” Felix hummed in agreement. He looked away from you before asking his next question. 

“If this ever ends, will you still be by my side?” You scoffed. 

“Of course! After this, you’re never getting rid of me,” you said. Felix finally met your eyes and smiled. 

“Good, you’re not getting rid of me either.” You gazed into his eyes, trying to decipher the look he was giving you, when you were interrupted by a distant bark. “Bowser!” Felix exclaimed, scrambling to get up. You grabbed your shovel and a flashlight, and ran after him in the direction of your dog. When you finally found Bowser, you were pleasantly surprised at where he was. It was yet another abandoned camp, but this one showed promise. The fire was recently put out, but a lot of resources had been left behind. You entered one of the abandoned tents before Felix could stop you, and gasped at what you saw. Felix came in right behind you, and his eyes widened at the sight. 

“Well, looks like you can replace your shovel now,” he said. You stepped closer to the loaded assault rifle, but hesitated before grabbing it. Were you really doing this? The moment you opened your bedroom door to your Infected father, you felt like you were in a neverending fever dream. But no, this was now your reality. And so, you picked up the gun. And as you picked up the gun, you realized that you were not the same person you were all those months ago when this started. Hell, you weren’t even the same person you were yesterday. But as you looked over at the freckle faced boy beside you, you think that maybe your change wasn’t so bad afterall. 

You turned to Felix, a determined fire in your eyes. “I will do whatever it takes for us to make it through this alive. Even if that means that I have to use this against whoever or whatever gets in our way. There’s no way in hell I’m losing you now.” Felix smiled knowingly, bringing you into a hug. He gazed into your eyes, then lowered his lips to yours for a short, sweet peck.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear, before cackling and pulling away. You blushed with a frown on your face. 

“That’s not what I- oh nevermind, just forget it,” you sputtered, looking everywhere but his face. He continued laughing. 

“I know you love me back, even if you don’t admit it,” he teased. You waved him off, but didn’t try to hide the smile breaking out on your face. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s just head towards the mountains.” He straightened up and saluted you. 

“Yes ma’am, you lead the way,” he said with a bright smile. You wouldn’t say it out loud, for fear of sending his ego into sky, but you loved him back. You knew that no matter what happened in the mountains, you would always feel alive by his side.

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Covert of the Wolf [3]

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader (Lastname: Markolf)

Warnings: language, references of blood and injury.  

A/N: short...

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Derek had been ranting in the corner of your room since he came to. Frustrated at Peter and the whole situation. But mostly frustrated at Peter.

The house had quieted down now. Esme had put Maggie to bed after two whole pots of valerian root tea and two half-burned lavender candles. The scent had meandered its way into your room.

 You hadn’t moved since Marcus and Isaac—as you came to learn his name thanks to Stiles—helped carry Derek into the room. Isaac had actually apologised. It was all he could think to do. He apologised over and over like it was a second language. You’d stayed staring at the wooden stake Peter had given Derek for most of the night.

Peter was in a guest room on the farthest side of the house with Stiles and a man named Chris. Just like your father's name. Except this man's name was short for Christopher, not Christian.

Everyone wanted to tear Peter a new one, but they were also exhausted from cleaning the blood off the floors and throwing out the flower arrangements in the barn.

Caleb was fully passed out on painkillers meant for dogs the last time you checked. Jonah and the puppy had stayed with him to keep watch. Jonah shivered most of the night after the attack. He ran the warmest among the rest of the werewolves. He wasn’t cold. He was in shock. Your mother watched over him.

Derek was pacing now, “This is why everyone hates Peter! Because he always pulls shit like this. Ever since I was a kid he just had to be the one to—”

“Peter said he talked to Astrid. How could he do that if she’s dead?” You looked up at Derek for the first time since he started rambling. He froze like he had been caught in a lie—in a secret. “He also said Alyster was ‘walking around’ in your brain.”

Derek looked at you desperately, as if he was watching you slip away from him. He rushed to your side. You wrapped your arms around your chest defensively. He saw that as a loud signal telling him to not come any closer. He balled his fists and clenched his jaw, but there was no anger in his actions.

“Is this what you’ve been keeping from me?” You asked softly, not in the mood to raise your voice or shout. The events of the reception had drained you too much to have any fight left.

Derek sniffled and right then you wondered if you had scrubbed your nails hard enough. If there wasn’t a trace of Caleb’s blood still under them.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” Derek said.

“Worry me?” you huffed sarcastically. “All the good that did. I am worried. Maybe if you had told me earlier, if you had trusted me, maybe I wouldn’t be so worried. Maybe it wouldn’t have hurt as much…”

“I do trust you, baby,” his feet protested against his stillness. He wanted to move towards you. “More than anyone.”

“And yet you kept this from me,” you blinked several times, not wanting any tears to be shed. Enough tears had been shed today. “How could you ask me about marriage when you weren’t ready to tell me about…To tell me about anything.” You sighed. “When we got back to Beacon Hills, when you asked me to move in with you, I thought those were signs that you were ready to open up to me. But you didn’t. It was like you were still on that cross-country trip we took. Still moving away from something. And now I realise I barely know you.”

“You do know me. You do. I was just trying to prote—”

You held up a finger, “Don’t. Just don’t. This wasn’t about me. This is about you.”

He gave in, collapsing on the bed with a defeated sigh, “You’re right.” He held his head in his hands. “I was trying to protect myself. I didn’t want to admit there was anything wrong. I didn’t want you to look at me differently if you knew what the mark meant. I just wanted to be happy. Normal.”

“I come from a family of werewolves yet I can’t shift. My sister married a druid. You’re a werewolf. And the only family member you have left is two limbo bars shy of crazy. We are never going to be normal Derek.”

Derek touched the ring dangling around his neck, “He’s not the only family I have left.”

You looked up to the ceiling, not surprised there was more waiting to come out the woodwork.

“I have a niece, Malia.” He tried to smile. It didn’t come. “She’s a werecoyote.”

Had the situation been different, you might have laughed. You guessed that was his intention; to make you laugh, or at the very least to hear you laugh. You stayed silent.

“I’m not good at this,” Derek continued. “The family stuff, dating…trusting people. Letting them in. Letting them see me. Letting you see me.”

“Are you afraid I won’t like what I see?”

“Yes. And no. The people I let in have a habit of dying around me…or turning on me. I never told you about the root cellar, did I?”

“No.”

“The first girl I—I ever…”

Your voice came out raspier than you intended, words weighing heavily on you: “Love?”

He looked up at you, there were tears in his eyes. Unshed, but shaking for release. He looked back down, his long hair covering the sides of his face. He nodded.

A pang of hurt ran through you. Suddenly your mouth went dry and blinking no longer helped keep your own tears back. You wiped them off before they could fall. It dawned on you that he never corrected 'Love' to 'Loved'.

“Her name was Paige…” He held his hands tightly.

Paige, you thought. The girl you love was named Paige.

Derek told you everything. The good. The bad. The uncomfortably blunt truths of his past. He told you about Kate and the Argents. About his weird metamorphosis into his true wolf form, something that happened thanks to Kate, again. He told you about him and Jennifer. Him and Braeden. It was a lot to take in. Your perception of him changed too. You couldn’t tell whether that was a good thing or not. It was scary, learning there were more sides to the man you thought you knew so well.

When Derek had finished talking, he waited for you to say something. And even though the magnitude of what he told you was…incredibly large to swallow in one sitting, your mind kept going back to one thing: Paige.

“You still love Paige, don’t you?”

Derek frowned as though you asked him if the sun rose in the east, “She was my first love of course I—”

Is that why you can’t say it? You wondered. Do you even love me?

“Hey, hey, hey,” Derek reached out his hands to your face.

You pulled away and looked in the mirror, “Great. I told myself I wasn’t going to cry.”

Derek looked at his hands as if they were a foreign part of him, changed in some way. Then he dropped them listlessly onto his thigh.

“Is he always present?” You changed the subject back to Derek. “Was he there when we were…”

“No, never!” He answered quickly. “Alyster comes and goes as he pleases, but usually he sticks to daylight hours. It’s like he knows when I’m…more likely to listen to him. Level headed, I mean.”

“The man who killed my ex-boyfriend is living in my current boyfriend’s mind.” You laughed, “Does he tell you to kill me when he pops up? Is he listening to us right now?”

Derek winced as if you had slapped him, “This is why I didn’t tell you.”

“You didn’t tell me a lot of things apparently.”

When you glanced back at Derek you realised you’d gone too far, been too harsh. The green of his eyes was so clear and pained. It was then that you noticed you felt anger towards him. That was the only way you could explain the fact you didn’t feel in the least bit bad for what you said. Even if it was harsh.

“I think its best if we sleep in separate rooms tonight,” was all you said as you turned away from Derek.

Derek didn’t say anything. His hands didn’t reach for you again. And he didn’t try to look you in the eye this time. When he closed the door behind him, you took the first real breath since the reception. Your head felt heavy and you didn’t know why. You got what you wanted, time alone, but why did it feel like you had lost all the same?

You looked at your reflection, anger shining through with the first light of dawn sneaking through the blinds.

“Did you want him to stay?” You asked your reflection. “Did you want him to fight to stay?”

Yes, your subconscious answered. We wanted him to stay.

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Love Isn’t Always On Time Part Twenty Four

Previous Part | Next Part | Masterlist Notes: These next few chapters are gonna be kinda Steve-heavy due to the nature of the MCU Not beta-read Warnings: Uuuuh none Summary: 

 Steve had been in D.C. for nearly seven months; I got regular updates about him from Natasha, but he didn't know that. I was worried about him getting lonely while he was down there, had asked her to keep an eye out.

"Come on, please? Just for a weekend."  My brows rose at the tone of voice, and I shifted the phone where it was cradled between my ear and shoulder. It was slow as hell at work -- one couple making out in the corner and a regular that I trusted to pour his own drinks from the bottle of Jack I'd left on the Formica-topped bar. I wasn't too far off from it anyway - close enough to make it look like I'd just set it aside to spiral a lemon peel if my boss stepped out of his office. 

Steve had been in D.C. for nearly seven months; I got regular updates about him from Natasha, but he didn't know that. I was worried about him getting lonely while he was down there, had asked her to keep an eye out.

I liked Natasha. We'd known one another before I went back in time; she'd always told me I was in the wrong business. When I'd come back, I'd bonded with her and Hill more than I thought I ever would.

"I'm trying to get him to go out more," Natasha told me the last time we'd spoken, "But it's hard. He's got this little notebook he keeps of things people tell him he needs to look up. I'm pretty sure he's been spending all of his free time either working out or looking things up."

"Steve likes to be thorough."

"I bet he does." That flirty edge to her voice told me Steve had mentioned a thing or two about our past relationship. I ran my hand over my face, looking around the bar, as if there was someone or something there that needed my help to get me off of this call. I'd been dying to see Steve, but adamant with myself about giving him his space.

"Sounds an awful lot like you're begging me to come and see you," I finally said.

"I am." 

There was a firmness in his voice that I hadn't heard from him in a long time. At least, not where I was concerned. 

"I miss you," He added more quietly. I wasn't expecting that. In all of our other conversations, Steve had nothing but good things to say about D.C., the sparse details of the missions he was going on, the things he got to do and see, some fancy combat moves he'd learned while sparring with Natasha. I leaned against the bar, resting my hand on the phone and sighing. 

"I miss you, too, Stevie." 

"Then come see me. Drive down in that swish car Stark gave you and stay the weekend."

---

"You haven't been sleeping well," I observed when he opened the door. He pursed his lips.

"It hasn't even been a minute and you're already scolding me," Steve pulled me into a warm hug before I could say anything else. I leaned into it, sliding my arms up over those broad shoulders and letting myself curl against him.

"Come on," He urged me inside, an arm still around my waist as he led me into his apartment. I whistled, looking around.

"They set you up in a nice place," I commented, looking around.

"I like it. Three times as big as our old place," Steve reminded me.

"And not even half the size of the floor Stark set you up in," I teased.

"I went on a mission last night. That's why I look tired," Steve justified to me. I hummed in understanding, leaning against the arm of the couch and looking up at him.

"Everything go okay?"

"Fine. Fine, just. Natasha..." He trailed off, shaking his head, and I frowned, waiting for him to finish. When he left it at that, I sighed.

"Nat's a spy, Stevie. Not a soldier."

"You sound like her."

"I'm stating a fact. S.H.I.E.L.D isn't like the old days, we can't go back to that. Everything is different now. The way we treat our privacy is different, the way we fight wars is different. And with Loki, in New York? Thor? Gods, demi-gods, magic, whatever the fuck the Tesseract is? The world has changed."

Steve's lips were pressed into a thin line. Neither of us spoke right away.

"I thought Nat was kidding when she told me that not being in the game was driving you crazy," Steve said.

"You two talk about me?" I asked.

"About as much as you two talk about me," Steve retorted. I nodded. That was fair. "Why don't you talk to Fury about getting reinstated?" Steve asked. I snorted.

"That's not gonna happen, and you know it." I pushed myself off of the arm of the couch.

"We should go do something. What do you wanna do?" I asked.

"Could check out the exhibit." I knew exactly what he was talking about. I nodded.

"Let's go."

"I'll grab my jacket." "Still can't believe you haven't gone yet. It's been open for months. I hear Morita and Falsworth were at the opening," I said, leaning in Steve's doorway as he pulled his jacket on.

"They were. I saw them separately. I can still drink them under the table."

"Only because alcohol doesn't effect you. That is elder abuse, Rogers." 

"Hey, I'm an elder. You wouldn't believe the look the ticket taker gave me when I asked for the senior discount at the movies last week." I snorted, grinning, and straightened up as Steve made to leave the apartment, baseball cap in hand. 

"Hey, Steve." 

We turned at the sound of a woman's voice, and I raised a brow at the sight of a pretty blonde in nurse's scrubs and a denim jacket. She cast me a smile, and I did my best to return it, even as my mind was racing.

"Hey, Sharon," Steve greeted.

She ducked into her apartment before introductions could be made. I could swear I had seen her before, but I couldn't place her. Steve must've taken my furrowed brow and staring at her door for simple confusion.

"My neighbor," Steve explained. 

"I kinda got that when she opened the door to the apartment and went inside." 

"Alright, smart-ass," Steve grumbled. 

"We taking your bike?" I asked, tucking my hands into my pockets. 

"We can, if that's what you want." 

What I wanted was a good reason to hold on to Steve. 

---

We took the bike.

---    "I still don't understand why they're exhibiting this in the Museum of Air and Space," I commented. Steve had surprised me by taking my hand in his as we walked toward the building. 

"I mean, no offense, but the one time you flew a plane, it didn't go all that well," I added. Steve shot me a look from under his cap, and I couldn't help but snort. 

" 'm just saying,' I mumbled.

I felt Steve tense as we drew closer to the exhibit. The words, 'Captain America: The Living Legend And Symbol of Courage' were in thick type at the entrance.

"If you wanna go at any point, we can," I offered. Steve nodded, giving my hand a squeeze as we walked inside.

"The story of Captain America is one of honor, bravery, and sacrifice."

Steve's shoulders were practically at his ears, head ducked like if he stood up straight, people would know him instantly. I didn't blame him- a baseball cap wasn't the most efficient method of cover.

Drifting through the exhibit with Steve's hand in mine made me think of the World's Fair, Bucky's last night in Brooklyn, and our last night as us. 

"Hey," Steve said softly, squeezing my hand and drawing my attention to a photo. I turned to look at it, and I felt my jaw drop. I wandered closer to it, stunned at the sight of a picture of Steve and I. It was from behind the scenes on the bond tour.

I could tell from our positions - my face tipped up and grinning, lipstick smudged, his head bent toward me, hands cradling my face- that he'd just gotten through kissing me fairly thoroughly. The caption beneath the portrait said 'Captain Rogers with unidentified fan'. 

"'Unidentified fan'," Steve read, brow furrowing. 

"Well. I was a fan. Still am, in fact." 

Steve lowered his voice, "Do you think that was... S.H.I.E.L.D's doing? Keeping your name out of things?" 

"If they knew this was listed to be part of the exhibit, they never would've let it through. I did my best to keep my head down and my face out of the pictures back then. I guess this one slipped." 

"This and that picture of you and Howard." 

I hummed in agreement, nodding. Tony had gone through a few of his father's things, finding notes on Steve, me, Bucky, and a newspaper clipping from the World's Fair; a photo I barely remembered with me pulled into a grinning Howard's side; I'd looked like I'd seen a ghost. 

"I used to think you were just camera shy. Especially when Bucky borrowed that one from Ernie, to take a picture of you before he was shipped off.”

My face went red at the memory, Bucky's careful cajoling as I had stripped down to my bullet bra, garter belt and tap pants ("You really think I'd ever let the guys see this?...Aw, baby, no, this is just for me...And maybe a copy for Stevie...Look at you, all flushed. So pretty for me, baby.")

"You okay?" 

Steve's words broke me from my remembrance, and I raised my eyes to meet his. He had a small, mischievous smile and a twinkle in his eye. 

"I'm fine. I was...Somewhere else." 

"I think I know where that might've been," Steve teased, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. 

"Shut up," I mumbled, ducking my head as if I could hide the blush Steve had already seen. 

"Tell you what," He added, "I still have that picture." 

"You do not." 

"Do, too," Steve laughed.

We rounded a corned and both froze when we saw it. Bucky. A photo of his face, that stern moue of his mouth.

"Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both school yard and battle field. Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in the service of his country."

Just beside the display, old reels of footage showing Steve and Bucky pouring over maps, of the two of them side by side, laughing despite of where they were, what they were doing. I turned my head, resting my forehead against Steve's shoulder and closing my eyes for a moment. I missed Bucky every day, but that loss always felt little more poignant when I was with Steve. It wasn't fair that he and I were there and Bucky wasn't.

"Y'alright?" Steve asked. I lifted my head, swinging our hands between us and casting Bucky one more look before nodding.

"C'mon," I urged, "I wanna see if they have a bobble head of you in the gift shop."

---

"You seeing anyone?" I asked. Steve squirmed in his seat, eyes set on his fries. I'd waited until we were well into our meal to start politely grilling him. It wasn't going well.

"No," He said. 

"Not even Natasha? You two seem pretty close." Steve shrugged his shoulders.

"We've been working together a lot." 

"She's attractive, you're attractive--"

"Is that all it takes?" 

"You two are very similar people," I finished, watching Steve, "You're both calculated, quick. I'm not saying being hot is a requirement but it doesn't hurt." Steve grunted, and I could tell it was a dead-end. 

"What about that neighbor we ran into?" I prodded. Steve lifted his head, meeting my eyes. 

"Have you been seeing anyone?" He asked. 

"We're not talking about me." 

"Well have you?" I held his gaze as he stared me down before I shook my head a little bit. 

"No." 

"Neither have I."

"Not even one date? One drink, one dance?" 

"Nope."

"What are you waiting for, Steve?" 

"Nothing. I've already met the right partner. I made the mistake of leaving her in New York." My stomach twisted, and I felt myself drawing away, slouching a little; it was my turn to look down at my fries. 

"Nat's down here with you," I pointed out. 

"It ain't Nat and you know it."

"Steve--"

"I have had... A lot of time to think," Steve said, "And Nat has spent a lot of time trying to set me up." I laughed, shaking my head and raising my eyes to meet his. Steve leaned forward, folding his arms and watching me.

"I haven't just woken up. I have spent time in the 21st century, and I've been doing it without you, and it's awful. If you don't feel the same, that's alright, I get it. I haven't been the best at keeping in touch--"

"You've been working things out. I was trying to give you your space, too."

"I don't want that much space."

"...So what do you want to do? Stay here in D.C.?"

"Work will keep me down here, probably. Headquarters is here." I nodded. Steve bit his lip, thinking.

"I ...Would you come down here?" He asked. He looked shy, nervous. I smiled.

"I think they've got bars down here. I could get a job."

"Wouldn't have to worry about an apartment," Steve added.

"Or a car," I smiled. Steve's shoulders relaxed for the first time since we left the museum. He took hold of my hand, raising it to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

"Fuck, I've missed you, doll," He sighed. 

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[re-written]

Wolf Moon Pt. 1

A/N: I remember growing up hearing a lot about Skinwalkers and I also researched what I could but the Navajo, understandably, do not like sharing their culture with outsiders and so I am primarily going off of what I’ve learned as I am not the biggest fan of how they were portrayed on the show since they felt sort of rushed. 

Also be prepared for A LOT of commas and I promise my writing will improve, hopefully, as I write. Also this first episode is literally just the pilot with (Y/N) just added in, but as the series continues it will deviate. Not sure how I feel about this part.. might rewrite.

Word Count: 1,640

Warnings: almost hit by a car, twice

(Y/N) awoke to the constant blaring of sirens rushing past, grumbling as she got out of bed and tiptoed towards the window. What appeared to be dozens of police cars raced past, all heading towards the preserve. Her curiosity was spiked; nothing ever happened in Beacon Hills, so she wondered what could have happened to have caused such chaos. Seemingly without thinking, (Y/N) opened the window, double-checking no one was awake and snuck out.

Following the sounds of sirens, (Y/N) felt a sense of dread come over her and decided it would be best to turn around. However, as she was heading home, she was illuminated by headlights and froze. Whoever was driving slammed on the breaks; she could hear the driver curse before getting out of the car. “Are you okay? Wait, (Y/N)?” The driver asked. Stiles. It was Stiles, but what was he doing out this late.

“Stiles? What are you doing out this late?” Was (Y/N)’s reply. Before he could answer her, another person got out of the car. It was Scott, which only served to confuse the girl even more. Why was Scott out this late? She overheard him talk about trying out for lacrosse tomorrow, he should be home, preparing or sleeping.

“Me? You’re the one walking in your pajamas in the middle of the road late at night.” Well, Stiles had her there. Before she could respond more sirens could be heard behind them. “The sirens woke me up, I figured something crazy must have happened. Kind of just ended up heading towards them. I take it you know what happened?”

Stiles lit up. “Hell yeah, I do! Come on, we’ll explain in the car.” As (Y/N) heads towards the back seat of Stiles’ car, Scott stops her and hands her his red hoodie. “Here. You’re shivering.” Flushing, she put it on and gave him a shy smile.

The three pull into the preserve in Stiles’ Jeep, headlights illuminating the warning sign. Stiles gets out with a flashlight in hand. Scott and (Y/N) follow, hurrying to keep up with him as they walk towards the unlit woods. “We’re seriously doing this?” Scott asked, sounding a little freaked out.

“You’re the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town”. Stiles retorted, speeding up, making (Y/N), and Scott scramble to keep up with him.

“I was trying to get a good night’s sleep before practice tomorrow.” “Right, ‘cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort.” was Stiles’ snide remark. “No, because I’m playing this year. In fact, I’m making first line.” Scott looks at (Y/N) as he says this, causing her to smile. “You can do it, Scott, I know it.”

Stiles looks back at Scott and (Y/N) in disbelief, “Hey, that’s the spirit! Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.” The three walk in silence for a beat before Scott speaks up in the same sarcastic tone Stiles used. “Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?”

Stiles looks somewhat sheepish in response to this question. “Huh. I didn’t even think about that.” “And, uh… what if whoever killed the body is still out here?’ (Y/N) asked, side-eyeing him. “Also something I didn’t think about.” Stiles admitted causing Scott to roll his eyes as they started to hike up a hill. “It’s comforting to know you’ve planned this out with your usual attention to detail.” “I know.” Suddenly, Scott’s breathing starts to become rapid, and wheezy as the three continue up the hill, with Scott struggling to keep up with Stiles’ quick pace. “Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?” Scott leans his back against a nearby tree as he pulls his inhaler out of his pocket, while (Y/N) nervously hovers nearby. “Are you okay Scott?”

However, Stiles keeps pushing on, forcing Scott and (Y/N) to continue their way up the hill after him. When they see a handful of people ahead of them waving flashlights around as part of the search, Stiles, Scott, and (Y/N) dive behind a fallen tree branch, turning off the flashlight so they don’t attract attention. Unfortunately for them, Stiles’ impatience eventually wins out, and he jumps up and runs toward the action. “Wait!” (Y/N) tries to stop him, sticking close to Scott. “Come on!” Stiles’ urges them as he continues towards the search party. Scott, still wheezing, tries to stop Stiles, to no avail. “Stiles! Wait up!” Scott quickly takes a hit from his inhaler before grabbing (Y/N)’s arm and rushing to catch up with him, trying his best to call after his best friend without alerting anyone else. “Stiles! Stiles!”

The sound of a dog barking and an officer yelling caused Scott to drag (Y/N) behind a nearby tree, pressing his back to it and keeping her close to his chest with a finger to his mouth, indicating to keep quiet. Just then, another male voice is heard. Noah Stilinski, Stiles’ father and the town Sheriff. “Hang on, hang on…This little delinquent belongs to me.” As the Sheriff continues to question and reprimand his son, (Y/N) takes the opportunity to look at Scott, quickly averting her eyes when his gaze flickers towards her. Tuning it just in time to hear Stiles’ dad call out for Scott then hauling Stiles away when he receives no reply.

As Stiles and the Sheriff leave, Scott closes his eyes and hits the back of his head on the tree, cursing under his breath when he realizes that by hiding, they lost their ride home. They waited until the coast was clear before heading back the way they came. “Well, that was fun.” (Y/N) uttered, having had enough of the silence. “We should have grabbed the flashlight from him.” “Yeah. Once he’s going, he’s gone.” Scott agreed.

“Are you okay? You were wheezing pretty hard back there.” (Y/N) asked as she grabbed Scott’s hand as it’s evident he’s unnerved by the sounds of the forest animals, but when they make it to a foggy clearing, it falls silent. He pulls his inhaler out once again and shakes it, intending to take another hit, when a herd of deer frantically stampede towards them, trampling the both of them over and causing Scott to lose his inhaler. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Are you okay?! Where are you?!” He called out, having lost his hold on her hand when the deer rushed past them, but he received no reply. Once the deer cleared out, Scott looked around for (Y/N), finding her a few feet away. “(Y/N)! Talk to me. Are you hurt?”

Hiding her arm from him, (Y/N) turned to him visibly shaken up. “I’m okay, Scott. What about you? Where did they come from? Never seen that before.” Scott, still in shock, starts looking for his inhaler using his phone’s light. “Me neither, they seemed spooked though.” “What are you doing?” “Huh? Oh, I lost my inhaler. Can you help me look?” Scott asked

“Sure.” (Y/N) said as she looked through a pile of leaves, before letting out a shriek. “Oh my God! Ew!”   The body of a young, white, and bottomless female was staring right back at her. At the sight of her body, Scott loses his balance and tumbles downhill. “Scott?! Scott?!” (Y/N) screeched as she rushed down after him. “You alright?”

Scott, shaken, stands to his feet with a groan, using a fallen tree trunk to help himself up. “Yeah, I’m okay. Let’s get out of here.” Taking hold of her hand, they quickly make their way through the woods, wanting nothing more than to get out of there as soon as possible, when all of sudden, a growl from behind freezes them. The two slowly turn around, Scott keeping himself in front (Y/N), only to find a gargantuan wolf with glaring red eyes posted before them.

(Y/N) barely had time to gasp before the beast leaped towards them, causing her to fall, dragging Scott down with her. Scott attempts to crawl away, the wolf grabbing him by the ankle and pulling him backward and savagely biting him on his hip, causing Scott to roar in pain, then proceeding to pass out from the pain. Leaving (Y/N) to face the monster on her own.

Panicked, (Y/N) did her best to focus; just as the beast launched its attack, she felt her body change shape. When she opened her eyes, (Y/N) not only saw her surroundings clearly, she also saw her attackers’ confusion and tasted its slight fear. However, in an attempt to not give the wolf time to gather itself, she let out a mighty roar, the roar of a bear, and charged. The huge wolf met her halfway but she simply threw it aside into a tree, the sound of bones breaking echoing throughout the clearing. Shaken, the beast rose to its feet and ran off as quickly as it came. Without thinking, (Y/N) ran towards Scott, converting back as a human. “Scott! Wake up!” she begged as she gave him light slaps on the face. When that failed to work, she instead grabbed him and started to drag him through the woods, hoping that whatever had attacked them would not return.

When (Y/N) finally made it to the nearest road, stopping just short of being hit by someone, for the second time that night. Finally out of immediate danger, she took a moment to lift Scott’s shirt, examining the large bite wound on his hip with horror as the rain continued to pour down around them. Suddenly, a loud howl is heard, only fueling (Y/N)’s anxiety. What happens now?

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