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evieelyzabethh · 10 months

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I Want You

pairing(s): willow x tara

summary: willow finally gets to visit tara's grave after being in England for the past few months

warnings: angst with a slight happy ending, mentions of tara's death, blood, and suicidal tendencies/thoughts, derealization, willows dark era is a metaphor for substance abuse so that may be triggering for some folks, its just really sad

an: i don't usually do ship fics, i just so happened to be in a mood. its also pride month and there is like 0 tillow content on this app *i still wouldn't recommend requesting ship fics tho*

Back in England, there was a tree. A willow tree. Unlike Xander, who was very quick to let everyone know never to call him anything other than Xander, she never had an issue with her name. It fit her. She was spindly and growing up she had knobby knees that caused her to move a bit awkwardly. Her hair blew around her face, and, just like the rest of her body, looked like if the wind were to pick up, she would be blown away. A dandelion seed in the wind that would maybe make someone's day brighter at the hope of a wish, instead of a willow tree that may actually prove useful.

She wanted to believe that she was like a willow tree, that she was stronger than she looked. That she had dug her clumsy feet into the ground and planted her roots and she would stay, unmovable and tall, until some monumental hurricane or imposing tornado came through and uprooted her. Even in that case, her seeds would be sewn into all the land she touched, and she would live forever, replanted and replenished by those who knew her, and fed her, and grew with her, and loved her. She wanted to believe that she could plant roots, that she had control over where she stayed and who she was with and if she liked her situation enough, she wouldn't to leave. Permanence. Consistency. Control. That's what she wanted.

As a kid, she wrote her name in lowercase letters; it wasn't til high school her willows became Willow. In that ranch farm in middle of fucking nowhere England, she became willow once again. She thought she was sent there to be put down. Like a rabid dog that was too pitiful to die on its own but too dangerous for its survival to be left to chance.

It was such an odd feeling; that derealization. Stepping back and watching people talk to you, touch you, extend their sympathies. Hearing yourself talk and sounding like how adults do in Charlie Brown. Feeling your mouth flap but not choosing what comes out. Just knowing that you had a body, and that you had a mind, but you knew it because someone told you that you did. That's how it felt when she thought she was going to die. Her soul had already began to check out and distance itself from the body that was going to run cold within the next couple days. She didn't even try and protest, she was that eager to let go. Even worse than simply killing a man, she didn't do it for Tara. Killing Warren didn't feel like catharsis, it felt like pleasure.

Nothing was relieved. She didn't feel lighter. She didn't feel better. An anvil sat on her chest, squeezing every ounce of life from her until she was acting on instinct and impulse. Killing Warren was a dopamine shot straight to her brain, it didn't remove the anvil or ease the ache, and she didn't do it for that purpose. She did it to do it. She went on auto pilot after the fact, watching her life pass by her and watch her kill her friends while wanting to stop but she couldn't. It felt too good in the moment. It felt like fire. She was on fire.

It was all consuming, the smoke she left behind accumulating and growing with everything she did until she didn't know where she ended or when the smoke began. It hurt what she was doing, being a woman on fire you felt the flames but were also spurred on by hysteria. She had been so cold before, and the fire was a bit much, but that's where the pleasure was derived. The cold depravity was killing her, at least in the flames she would go out in a blaze. Yet, dying then and dying in that ranch felt so different.

She felt like she deserved it both times. Willow knew that she had been losing control of her magics. Floating on ceilings and hallucinating, seeking out someone on Amy's recommendation for fucks sake, these weren't things she would normally do. She had lost control of herself a while ago, but when she went dark, it was the first time she lost sight of the reins. She deserved to die during her rampage because she was going to gut the world, turn it inside out until the oceans tipped into the sea and every piece of earth was reduced to ash, and she couldn't stop herself. Her death would've been damage control.

The second time she felt it would've been redemption. That she had gone too far and there was no saving her. Her punishment came in her separation alone.

She wasn't there when Tara was buried.

She was told when they thought it was safe enough that she was buried on a hill. They told her the gravestone was decorated in reeds, flowers, and crystals and they cleaned the white marble stone every time they came to visit her. That they took care of it, and they told her this, but they meant to say they took care of it for her. It felt heavy weighing in on the back of their tongues, that they couldn't care for her like Willow could but since she was away, maybe even dead, they would have to be enough. They were all Tara had.

She didn't know how to dress. Buffy told her to go as she is, that if anything is the same from when she was dead that she can't see her anyways. She wanted to ask if Buffy could tell who was visiting her and if she was ever disappointed, but the words got stuck in her throat.

So, she stood there, small and awkward by her girlfriends grave. She walked up slowly, like something was waiting to attack her when she made it to the peak. She expected more fanfare, more people, birds, noise, something. She had never felt so alone. She stood by that white headstone and felt the breath exit her lungs. She was back in that room again. Holding her dead body, cradling her head, the grass feeling like her soft hair in her hands. There was no ground as she fell to her knees, one of her hands covering her mouth and the other ghosting the headstone. Did she even have the right to touch her grave. It was her fault.

She had gotten overzealous bringing Buffy back and this was her retribution. While the universe demands balance, above all else it is petty and Willow knew it. She knew it didn't seek reparations, because there is nothing you can give the universe that it can just take. It demands pain. It doesn't concern itself with human emotion, it doesn't know, or need to know, sympathy or empathy. It seeks to cause pain because in a world when there is nothing you can gain, why not just take. It needed everyone to know how powerless they are, that no matter what you think you have, it's not yours. The universe was the all mother, she put you here and she will take you out. She'll take your little toys, she'll stop you from seeing your friends, she gave everything for you meaning she has every right to take it back.

But it was supposed to be okay.

Buffy had saved the universe more times than anyone could count, why does the billions of lives she saved not balance out her one life. Her one significant life. And even if the universe couldn't recognize her importance, wasn't it enough that she quit. She was clean. She did what she was supposed to, so why wasn't it okay. It was supposed to be okay, and it's her fault it isn't.

A part of her wanted to rip through the ground and prove that she was really under there. A part of her couldn't believe that she was really gone. Her spirit still lived that house for her.

Buffy was right, maybe she did need this, for closure at the very least. Maybe the room will warm up after this, maybe she'll stop seeing her in mirrors, maybe her blood will leave her hands and clothes. Her death felt so real, the blood ran thick and slick and it stained everything she touched. Her sheets had bloody handprints, her pillows smelled like copper, her skin and her nails were caked in oxidized blood and she wanted to pull it off herself. If she could trade places with Warren, slip out of her skin and set it on fire to begin again she would. Maybe then she'd feel lighter. But that's not what Tara would want.

Tara would want her to power through. She would want her to keep getting better. She would take her in her arms and brush her hair and tell her it was going to be okay. That she was going to be okay. She would tell her she deserved to be happy, and if letting her go was how she did it, then that's what needed to be done. That maybe she should let go. She would kiss her forehead and tell her she was too strong to give up. But Tara made her strong and she had never gone through anything like this and there was never going to be another Tara.

It hurt. Her head, her soul, her body it all ached and Tara's death ate away at her until she was nothing just like she was before. Lower than she was before. She was pathetic but at least her hands were clean. Now she was dirty and she should've been left to rot in the dirt.

In the ranch, she had thought she was going to be buried under than tree. Her willow tree. She had grown a patch of flowers underneath the trunk because she didn't think they would deem her worthy enough to do anything but to shovel the dirt over her corpse. It was her one selfish deed, to leave her resting sight something other than overturned dirt and dead grass. She had letters addressed to her friends in the hope that Giles would deliver them. She wonders if he ever found them. She still had them, hidden in place so that no one would find them. If Dawnie saw them, she wouldn't know what to do.

"I don't know what to say to you." She pushed out through tears. She had a lot to say to everyone else, but so much to say to Tara that her mind went blank. Tara got a letter, maybe if she had the courage, she would come back and read it to her. "I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts."

Wherever Tara was, she listened.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, and I know you're tired of me saying it, but it's true."

She was tired of hearing it. I forgive you. You were grieving. It is okay.

"I did - I did a lot of bad things, baby. It didn't make it easier and the pain it-it doesn't go away. It doesn't stop." I know, love. Life is hard. I forgive you.

But Willow couldn't hear. She hadn't heard her the whole time. She had said sorry in so many ways so many times and she was so tired. Tara wanted to tell her it was okay, that she couldn't grieve her forever and she needed to move on. Tara couldn't make it better now. Tara could barely make it better then. Willow needed to get better. She needed time. She needed grace. She was too hurt to see that everyone was giving it to her, but she wasn't accepting of it.

"I'm trying to be strong, I really am. A-And I haven't done any magics like I promised. It's been hard but-but it's been good for me. I don't know if I can do this, but I'm gonna try for you."

I'm so proud of you. You're doing so well. Try for you, not me.

"A-And everyone is doing well. They miss you, too. They probably tell you every time they visit." She sniffled a bit while wiping her tears.

They tell me all the time. They missed you too. I miss you too.

They sat in silence for a while, both leaning on the grave for different sides of life and death. Willow wept. Cried so hard her tears probably watered the flowers growing on her grave. They sat together and the quiet said more than enough, they conversed beyond words just as they were together beyond the grave.

"I love you."

I love you too. She screamed it, but she couldn't hear her. I love you still. Despite it all, I love you.

She leaned onto the grave. Tara knows because she felt it. Like the feeling of laying on warm sheets on cleaning day and finally get to rest. Like waking up to misshapen pancakes and apple juice. Like watching her take care of Dawnie and promise her that they would live together in a nice cottage in the countryside. Just the three of them. Happy. Content. At peace.

#btvs imagine #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #willow rosenberg #tara maclay #willow x tara #btvs fanfiction #buffy the vampire slayer fanfiction #wlw ship #wlw #lesbian

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writerfae · 3 years

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Here's a moodboard for my favorite Project: Secret Warriors pairing 👀💙

Xander x Charlie

Xander had Charlie pinned down against the floor and straddled him to keep him from moving. He smiled down at him, triumphantly, his hair falling in his face.

"I won," he declared, happy about his first win during their little training session.

Charlie grinned. He lay still, eyeing up Xander. "All a matter of perspective," he said, licking his lips.

wip intro / masterpost

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#they have no ship name yet so I'm up for suggestions xD #I love those two okay #writer speaks #writeblr #wip: project secret warriors #p:sw #writing #my writing #moodboard #mine #my characters #oc: xander #oc: charlie #ship: xander x charlie #p:sw ship #writeblr wip

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hannah-deserved-better · 3 years

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One-shot, art and short fic dice chooser

This is a menu of my one-shot and short fic set ups. Everything is decided by a collection of DnD dice. These are for my own fic writing purposes but people are free to make requests of me, or to use the dice set up themselves. But when making requests of me, please be aware that the following are MY pairings and the pairings I am willing to work with, I’m not willing to work with anything not on here. many of these are rare pairs because I am a rare pair shipper. Also, I do not ship Destiel, wincest, Bagginshield, Kiliel, or Durincest. Also, I do not write hardcore smut. I do write sex scenes but they are not graphic.

Please feel free to use this generator and adapt it to your own needs, but please give me, the creator, credit because it took me an entire day to create.

Verse

Use a 6 sided dice

Supernatural/Buffy/X-files verse AU

Hobbit/LOTR Verse AU

Star Trek verse AU

Kenshin verse AU

Drizzt Verse AU

Historical Verse au (roll a D12 to determine)

Prehistoric Ancient Times (10,000-1 BCE) Late Antiquity (1 CE-400) Early medieval (400-900) High middle ages (900-1200) Late middle ages (1200-1500) 16 and 17th century 18th century 19th century 1900-1930s 1930-1950s 1950-1990s

Fandom and ship choosing

Ship menu 12 side dice for fandom + 10 side dice for pairing or standalone character + four sided dice for POV

Hanstiel OTP ship:

Castiel/Hannah

Castiel/Sam/Hannah

Castiel/Hannah/Meg

Castiel/Sam/Meg/Hannah

Hanstiel squared

SPN: pair

Megstiel

Sastiel

Claire/Kaia,

Sam/Eileen

Dean/Jo

Charlie/Meg

Gabriel/Rowena

Castiel/Kelly Kline

Spn poly pairs/stand alone characters

Dean/Benny/Jo,

Charlie/Gilda/Dorothy

Sam/Gabriel/Eileen

Garth/Aaron bass/Kevin Tran

Sam/Gabriel/Rowena/Eileen

Jack,

Crowley

X-files:

Mulder/Scully,

Skinner

Buffy:

Angel/Buffy,

Willow/Tara,

Faith/Spike,

Xander/Oz

Star Trek TNG:

Picard/Crusher,

Riker/Troi,

Worf/Klingon/Romulan OC,

Geordi/Male Romulan OC,

Data/Android OC,

Guinan,

Wesley

Star Trek DS9:

Sisko/Kassidy,

O’Brien/Keiko,

Kira/Odo,

Jadzia/Bashir,

Jadzia/Kira,

Bashir/Garak),

Jake Sisko/Ziyal,

Rom/Leeta,

Quark,

Nog

Star Trek VOY:

Janeway/Chakotay,

Doctor/Seven,

B’Elanna/Tom/Harry,

Tuvok,

Neelix

Hobbit:

Thorin,

Thranduil,

Bilbo,

Fili/OC,

Kili/OC,

Legolas/Tauriel

LOTR:

Aragorn,

Faramir,

Boromir

Drizzt:

Drizzt

Kenshin:

Kenshin/Kaoru,

Sanosuke/Megumi

Genres:

8 sided dice

Angst

Romance

Platonic

Hurt/comfort

Suspense/horror

Fluff

Seasonal theme

Dystopia/apocalypse

Settings

20 sided dice

In town

At home

At the mall/market

Coffee shop

Restaurant

At work

At school

Forest

Park

Body of water

Mountain or hill

Plains, tundra

Hot climate

Cold climate

Traveling

Farm

Music/art venue

Urban setting

Rural setting

Underground

Tropes and prompts:

100 sided and 10 sided dice

Crime

Sick fic

Injury

Snowed in

Survival

Poverty

Wealthy

High school/college

Pirate/at sea

Normal every day life

Cooking together

Holiday

Assassin

Shopping together

Casefic

Dogs

Cats

Farm animals

Temporary disability

Amnesia

Music

Art

Party, dance club

Hunting

Villain

First date

First kiss

First time sex

Pregnancy/adoption or childfree status

Wedding

Engagement

Moving in together

Paranormal creature

Monster

Demons

Angels

Borg

Dominion

Romulan

Klingon

Bajoran

Cardassian

Hobbit

Dwarf

Elf

Drow

Going on vacation

Bath/shower

Game night

Plague

Brothel

Identity exploration

Agriculture work

Fashion

Magic

Natural disaster

Storm

Zombies

Mermaids

Garden/flower shop

Trying to get a job

Historical/modern/futuristic theme

Stalker

A bully

Abuse

Body confidence

Neglect

In pain

Drug abuse

Sex work

Road trip

Camping

Martial arts class

Sports team

Battle scene

Friend date

Girls/guys day out

Gambling problem

Birds

Reptiles

Fish and sea life

Amphibians

Bugs

Mammals

Astronomy/Star gazing

Geology

Paleontology

Archaeology

History

Cultural anthropology

Religion

Gender exploration

An ex returns

Technology

Working in a factory

Tyrant/dictator

War

Gangs and organized crimes

Weapon of mass destruction attack

Alien attack

#fandom #ships #fics #supernatural #castiel/Hannah #star trek #X-files #rurouni kenshin #the hobbit #legend of drizzt #Buffy The Vampire Slayer

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highrisked · 3 years

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some canon m/m ships that i’d love to write at the moment are ( bold for who i’d be willing to play ):

randy meeks (ross lynch) x billy loomis or stu macher. billy loomis x stu macher. (faceclaims up to negotiation) robbie mercer (skyler gisondo) x charlie walker. luke skywalker (rudy pankow) x han solo, lando calrissian, etc anakin skywalker (curran walters) x obi-wan kenobi. severus snape (timothee chalamet) x remus lupin, james potter, etc. xander harris (aron piper) x spike or angel. jughead jones (ryan potter) x archie andrews. sam evans (dacre montgomery) x finn hudson, blaine anderson, etc. ryan howard (jacob elordi) x jim halpert. michael kelso (tom holland) x eric forman or steven hyde. david rose (keiynan lonsdale) x patrick brewer. billy kaplan (timothee chalamet) x teddy altman, noh-var, pretty much any marvel guy.

please like this post or shoot me a message if you’d be interested in writing any of these ships ! angst, smut, fluff, etc. are all accepted.

#indie rp #indie gay rp #indie horror rp #indie fandom rp #gay indie rp

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sunnydaleherald · 5 years

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Thursday, December 20

Mr. Whitmore: S-E-X. Sex. The sex drive in the human animal is intense. How many of us have lost countless productive hours plagued by unwanted sexual thoughts and feelings? Xander: Yes! Mm-hm. Mr. Whitmore: That was a rhetorical question, Mr. Harris, not a poll. Xander: Oh. Mr. Whitmore: Of course, for teenagers such as yourselves these feelings are even more overwhelming. With all sorts of hormones surging through your bodies, compelling you to action, it's often difficult to remember that there *are* negative consequences to, uh, having sex. Would anyone care to offer one such consequence? Cordelia: Well, that depends. Are you talking about sex *in* the car or *out* of the car? Because I have a friend, not me, that was in a Miata at, parked at the top of the hill, and then she kicked the gearshift, and, and...

~~Bad Eggs~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Seeing the Sights (Xander/Spike, T) by sparrow2000

We Three Ghosts Of Accident Are (Faith/Willow, PG13) by Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)

Always & Forever (Buffy/Angel, FR13) by aaronlisa

With flowers that brighten as thy footstep falls (Buffy/Angel, Buffy/Angelus, FR13) by aaronlisa

Buffy No (Buffy, Willow, not rated - worksafe) by kalira

Darkness (Spike, not rated, warning for violence/minor OC death) by kalira

roommates (Buffy/Cordelia, not rated - worksafe) by an anonymous author

Giles and the Sexy Librarian (Giles/OC, E) by fairislemeadow

Price of 'Betrayal' (Angel/Lindsey, M) by Cat2000

Paying Respects (Giles, T) by Aaronlisa

We Three Ghosts Of Accident Are (Faith/Willow, T) by beer_good

Day 11: You See, What Happened Was. . . (crossover with Supernatural, Charlie Bradbury/Willow) by DadIWriteGayPorn

[Chaptered Fiction]

XDH Chapter 5 (crossover with Devil May Cry, T) by madimpossibledreamer

Reconnecting with Family Chapter 1 (crossover with Stargate SG-1 and Supernatural, Buffy, T) by OutForAWalkBitkah3568

Mortal Allies Series - Episode 2: Spike's a Good Boi Chapter 17 (Spike/Buffy, T) by Passion4Spike

How I Wish Chapter 24 (Spike/Buffy, T) by Jensine70

Forward Without Seeing Chapter 139 (Spike/Buffy, other canon ships, Cordelia/Riley, M) by queen_insane

Mortal Allies Series, Episode 2: Spike's a Good Boi Chapter 17 (Spike/Buffy, PG) by Passion4Spike

The Hardest Thing In This World Chapter 1 (Faith, Giles, FR15) by LegacyWeapon

Star Wars and Buffy are Non-Mixy Chapter 64 (Star Wars crossover, Andrew, Buffy/Obi-Wan, FR18) by Sharie

Middle Son Chapter 27 (crossover with NCIS, Angel, FR18) by Angelfirenze

Here Is Sanctuary Chapter 7 (crossover with Teen Wolf and The Walking Dead, Xander, FR15) by calikocat

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: A special #spuffy (Spike/Buffy, worksafe) by Rebekah Isaacs

Artwork: BTVS Fashion pt 2 (Buffy, worksafe) by whatshisfaceblogs

Artwork: BTVS Fashion pt 3 (Buffy, worksafe) by whatshisfaceblogs

Artwork: "I've been with the devil in the devil's resting place" (Buffy, worksafe) by buffylover

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Guise Will Be Guise by Stoney

Power Play and Not Fade Away by Priceless

PODCAST: Still Pretty #60. Passion (S2.17) by Lani Diane Rich and Noelle LaCroix

PODCAST: S4 E 19 "New Moon Rising" by Buffy Virgin

PODCAST: Buffy Earpers #14 – Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season 3 Episodes (3×05 – 3×07)

PUBLICATION: What's Wrong with Buffy's HD? Part 2 (updated) by Buffy the Vampire Slayer HD / Blu-ray

[Recs]

More Links Than A Bag Of Sausages by petzipellepingo

[Community Announcements]

Many unfilled Buffyverse Prompts at fail-fandomanon Prompt & fill fest

Punch_kicker15's Stocking at fandom_stocking

[Fandom Discussions]

I was thinking about season seven by icksnay

Why I ship Delena but not Spuffy by we-pay-for-everything

The thing I love about the first two seasons of Buffy by batsonthebrain

Xander probably had dyslexia by cantspeakfae

Speculation about Robin Wood in Boom! canon by rahirah and others

Joyce Is Right in Anne by WillowFromBuffy

What is Buffy's character arc? Does she even have one? by multiple participants

Aging [and the relationship between Spike and Buffy] by Zab Jade and myrabeth

[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

BOOM! Studios Brings Joss Whedon’s Buffy the Vampire Slayer & Firefly to Free Comic Book Day - WELCOME TO THE WHEDONVERSE FCBD SPECIAL, a new comic book arriving on May 4th

PUBLICATION: BOOM! STUDIOS March 2019 Solicitations via newsarama

Convention news: James Marsters will be at CloudsCon's "Once More, With Feeling" event on Oct 12-13, 2019 in Paris

#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #angel the series #buffy comics

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impartofthesolution · 4 years

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Refoliation

The bombs fell all night long. First, they sounded like late-summer fireworks in the distance, but then they got louder, deafening. Jace held his young brother Xander throughout it all. When it sounded like the bombs were right on top of them, they prayed ceaselessly that they’d be safe. Maybe God heard them and saved them. Maybe the bombs had a different purpose. Whatever the reason and however the cause, their house stood until morning. Jace was woken up by his brother shifting. He was still holding Xander protectively. He knew they were alright, but he didn’t know anything else. Fearful to discover the worst, he opened their bedroom door and listened. Sounds of life came from the kitchen. Bolstered, Jace and Xander went downstairs to join their parents. “We thought we’d let you sleep in, since your school called for a 2-hour delay,” said their mother as she made them bowls of cereal. “What happened last night? Were we attacked?” Jace had so many questions, but he stuck with the most important ones first. “We don’t know much. It sounds like no one was injured and most buildings are completely unharmed. They’re not saying who did it.” “Was it more terrorists?” “Again, we don’t know. No one seems to have claimed the bombing. Maybe they failed.” “Until we know more, they’ve recommended us to stay at home unless it’s necessary to leave,” Jace’s father spoke up. “The public schools have off, but your school insists on having you go in. I still have to go to the hospital, so I’ll take you on my way. Jacob’s mother will bring you guys home.” While a 2-hour delay wasn’t as good as a whole day off, it meant that Jace and Xander could play a little Monkey Ball on the Game Cube. Normally, their parents wouldn’t let them, but it felt like a special occasion. Unsurprisingly, all of the conversations at school involved speculations and “where were you when you first heard the explosions.” Sixth graders have wild imaginations, and Jace’s friends were no exception. “I bet it was Osama Bin Laden, back from the dead.” Jacob’s suggestion didn’t really sound feasible, but Jace couldn’t deny that when Jacob folded a 1 dollar bill a certain way, it spelled out O-S-A-M-A. One kid suggested aliens while another kid suggested they all just had the same dream. He pointed out that no one died and, except for some downed trees and broken glass, nothing was destroyed. “Bombs destroy things, after all,” he reasoned. When it came time to go outside for recess after lunch, two teachers stopped the kids at the door. “In light of the township urging people not to go outside needlessly, we’re going to have recess in the gym,” they said. This was met by a collective groan from the middle schoolers, but there was nothing they could do to persuade the teachers otherwise. Recess in the gym was better than no recess at all, even if all they wanted to do was run around in the September sun. By the time last period came around, no one had any new ideas of what had happened. The collective dream idea was winning until the Principal came on the loudspeaker. “Attention, students. Attention please. The school buses will not be running this afternoon. In addition, boys’ and girls’ soccer practices are canceled. We have called all your parents asking them to pick you up. Will the following students please report to the main office: Charlie Appleton, Candy Dumphry, Terry Goodman, Mary Madsen, Timothy Owens, Daniel Southfield, and Nina Strayer. Everyone, please remain in homeroom until your parent comes to get you.” The announcement ended with a repeated list of the names. It didn’t change plans for Jace and Xander. Jacob spoke to his and Jace’s homeroom teacher, telling her that his mom would be picking Jace and Xander up, too. The homeroom teacher called Xander’s teacher to inform her. As soon as the bell rang signifying the end of the school day, Jacob’s mother, Mrs. Coldwell, appeared at the door, looking agitated. She tried to look calm, but Jace noticed the nerves operating beneath her rushed pace. They stopped by the fourth grade room to pick up Xander before hurrying towards the parking lot. “Something strange is going on,” Jacob’s mom finally said in a low voice. “It might be related to what happened last night, but we still don’t know.” “What is it, mom?” asked Jacob. “Something to do with Bin Laden?” His mother looked at him out of the corner of her eye, deciding not to answer the second question. This was not the first time he blamed something on a dead man coming back from the grave. “Well, there are massive vines crawling up buildings. It’s messing with traffic. And some people have gone missing. It could be a coincidence.” “Maybe the vines are eating people?” suggested Xander, too amused to be appropriate for the situation. “Don’t be stupid,” chided Jacob. “Vines don’t eat people. They squeeze you until you explode." “Jacob, this is serious. Get in the car. Boys,” Jacob’s mom addressed Jace and Xander, “I want you to go right inside your house and stay there. Don’t leave it, understand?” Jace nodded, promising to take care of the both of them while Xander still had an amused twinkle in his eye. She wasn’t kidding, the road was littered with vines. Some had broken through the glass of buildings, wrapping into them like a kraken attempting to sink a pirate ship. Other vines seemed to be growing right out of the sidewalk. The vines were green, their leaves were green, even the sky seemed to be a light teal color. Luckily for them, the roads weren’t crowded, making it easier to dodge vines. Though it seemed like most people heeded the advice to stay home, there still were many people on the sidewalks, stepping around, over, or on the vines to go about their business. BOOM. The car exploded in the turn lane next to them, bursting the glass in as their car flew a few feet to the right, tottering on two wheels before finally rolling over onto its roof. Glass lay strewn on the ceiling, below the heads of the seatbelted children. “Is everyone okay?” asked a panicked and disoriented Mrs. Coldwell. At that, Xander started crying. Jace looked over at his brother. His face and arm were covered in small scratches, but otherwise he was fine. “I think so, Mrs. Coldwell,” responded Jace. He carefully undid his seatbelt while lowering himself to the ceiling of the car. Then, he helped Xander down, trying to console him. It worked pretty quickly, and by the time they made their way out of the car, he had stopped crying. Jace used a towel lying in the back of the car to wipe away his blood. Jace looked back at the car. It generally looked okay except for the broken windows and the fact it was upside down. Looking to the left, he saw what was left of the car that exploded. Pieces of it were strewn everywhere. Vines seemed to cover the intersection now, seemingly to have originated where the car had exploded. “Stay right here,” Jacob’s mother said after looking them over to convince herself they were fine. “I’m going to go into this store and call my insurance company and the police. I’ll be right back in a few minutes, if…” she didn’t get to finish her thought. “Uh… I don’t feel so good,” said a man half-limping on the sidewalk towards them. He was looking pretty green. About fifteen feet out, his eyes shot open and he stopped. He gasped for air and then vines burst from his body in all direction, sending body parts and blood flying. The vines unfurled at lightning speed. “Let’s go to your parents’ house, Jace. If we hurry, it’s only 6 or 7 minutes away.” “Mrs. Coldwell?” Xander’s voice was smaller. “Yes?” she turned to look to him, her eyes widening. A vine had wrapped tightly around his ankle. “Hang on.” She dashed towards him to free him. Before she reached him, another vine unfurled and wrapped around his torso. “Ouch!” he exclaimed before whimpering and bawling. Jacob, his mother, and Jace all started to tug on the vines to free Xander, but they held fast. Then, they started constricting, and Xander started screaming. It was hysterical, the sound of someone with no idea what’s going on but feeling extraordinary amounts of pain. They heard a snap as the vine holding his ankle broke it. Xander’s voice choked for a second before redoubling in volume and hysteria. As the vines around his torso continued to tighten, Jace was powerless to do anything. About half a minute after the vine snapped his ankle, Jace heard a crunch. Xander’s screams were pure anguish, catching and turning breathless. The vines had broken his ribcage. “NOO!” Jace started pounding the vine with his fists, but it was like punching a rock. Xander released a strangled exhale followed by a wet popping sound. Blood started running out between the vines, pooling on the ground. Xander’s head lolled to the side. He had no pulse. “No” Jace collapsed, sobbing. Xander’s body started shaking and shivering. “Jace, we have to go. NOW!” shouted Mrs. Coldwell. He didn’t move. She grabbed his arm and dragged him until he got his feet under him and started to run with her. Another explosion sounded behind them as they reached the far side of the intersection. Xander’s favorite necklace landed at Jace’s feet. Recognizing it immediately, he scooped it up without breaking stride as he ran to his house with Jacob and his mother. Back to Table of Contents (x)

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anyway here's a list of things i ship/stan

i got new followers n i wanna let yall know what i post about it's always sunny in philadelphia: -macdennis -dennis reynold's in general - listen i lov charlie, dee n frank but my head is just gonna be MACDENNIS MACDENNIS for the next 50000 years srry buffy the vampire slayer: -anti xander, anti spuffy, riley's a bitch -i love giles n buffy n faith n oz -dont u dare slander dawn or tara or angel near me ever -tara x willow, willow x oz, bangel, fuffy community: -no i love every single character -all of their relationships with each other are so important dont u dare say any different -i mostly talk about jeff & abed as characters -ships i discuss most are jeff x annie & troy x abed -BUT EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER IS SO RELEVANT I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALLD AY mcu & x-men: -the only mcu character i talk about is bucky tbh -i never shut up about x-men -cherik & stevebucky own my ass -i love logan so much -ororo's my gf and jean can turn me to dust -the original xmen movies >>> current trilogy -that bein said i love james mcavoy -charles deserves the world hannibal: -HANNIGRAM CAN FUCK ME RIGHT UP -I am very passionate about my love for will graham -okay no i occasionally post about /hannigram/ its mostly just will -i love every single female character on this show they all deserve more recognition as characters brooklyn nine-nine: -i talk about the importance of this show so much -like everything about it -just why people should watch it -mostly about rosa diaz and her bisexuality bc shes my wife crazy ex girlfriend: -i love greg serrano fucking fight me -no literally everything about this show is important but Greg -greg x heather was so good im still so distraught supernatural: -i only care about deancas, spn can choke lol bbc sherlock: -this tv show ruined my life -i only care about johnlock lol until dawn: -josh x chris mm yes -JOSH WASHINGTON DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER -i love josh & sam so much but mostly josh ya feel -i fuckijnnfjf hate ashley dont get me started -unpop opinion but lmao emily >>>> ashley the 100: -this is only here bc i love murphy & raven -im still so upset about clexa -bellarke is boring as shit i am not standing for this -jonty is cute too ig even tho im not too fond of jasper (lov my boy monty tho!)

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