#this is what happens when you have a teen wolf phase in middle school

[longing-for-rain]

Kya, age 12: *nervously walks up to Katara* Mom… I think I’m changing.

Katara: What’s going on, sweetie?

Kya: *looks around nervously* I’m getting hairy and taller and stronger, I feel weird when the moon cycle changes, and I’m always craving red meat. I…

Katara: Sweetie, that’s nothing to be afraid of, it sounds like you’re just going through puber—

Kya: I’M TURNING INTO A WEREWOLF!!!

#this is what happens when you have a teen wolf phase in middle school #atla #katara #kya #zutara #steambaby #atla incorrect quotes #meme #shitpost

[specialagentlokitty]

Carlisle Cullen x teen!reader - changes

Could you please do a Carlisle Cullen x teen wold shape-shifter gender Neutral reader. Where R has long hair like Rapunzel's and asks Carlisle to cut it short because he's their father figure. Its OK if you don't want to of course. Hope you're having a good day - @witchreporter 💜

You loved your hair, you loved the length and everything about it, except with being a werewolf that’s when it got in the way.

It got in the way when you were trying to phase, it got tangled up or stuck, even if you had it tied or pinned back.

You wanted to keep it the way it was, but with being a werewolf you knew that it would never happen.

And you didn’t want to go to a hairdressers, you didn’t want some random person coming near you and attempting to cut your hair.

You had only had your hair cut a few times, trimming it to keep it healthy and off the floor.

Sitting on a bench outside the hospital you debated going on or not.

“You know you can come in.”

You jumped a little, turning to the man who had sat beside you.

“I know…”

Carlisle smiled a little bit, holding a plastic tub out to you.

“Want to come have lunch with me?”

Smiling, you nodded your head.

“Come on then, let’s find somewhere better to eat.”

You took the tub, and you trailed behind him into the hospital so he could take you through to the cafe for you to be able to eat.

You knew about Carlisle and his family of course, at first you hadn’t, you had just been exploring nearby their home when the change happened.

Thankfully, Carlisle had been around and he helped you through it.

He had told you about the reserve with all the others, but you liked learning from him and his family.

“So what brings you by? Alice called and said you hadn’t turned in to school today.”

You shrugged a little bit, nibbling at the pasta he had made for you.

“(Y/N)?” He asked gently.

You sighed a little.

“I uh… I wanted to ask you something Carlisle…”

“Of course, what is it?”

You glanced at the vampire, then turned your attention back to your lunch.

“Will you cut my hair?”

“You love your hair, why would you want to cut it? Is it because of something someone said? Because if it is you don’t have to pay them any mind, if you want long hair you can have long hair.”

“I know.. it’s not that.. I just.. it makes phasing harder you know? It always get tangled or gets in the way…”

He gave you a little smile and nodded his head.

“I understand, but are you sure about this? We can take you to a hairdressers to get it done.”

“No! It has to be you that does it please…”

Carlisle nodded once again.

“Alright, I’ll cut it for you. Can you come by this evening? We’ll make you some dinner as well.”

“Yes please thank you so much Carlisle.”

“You’re very much welcome (Y/N), now can you do something for me?”

You nodded.

“Can you go see Sheriff Swan? He’s been looking for you all morning since you hadn’t gone to school, I believe he’s at the station, if not then I’ll call him to ask him to meet you at the school.”

“Can you ask him to meet me at school?”

“Of course, just go with Alice or Emmett after school and I’ll be home around four.”

“Thank you!”

Grabbing the tub of pasta, you jumped up from the table and ran away from the hospital.

When it came to after school, you decided to go back with Emmett, you and him were in the middle of a debate of who would be faster, him or you in wolf form.

“You two are going to get lost.” Rosalie said.

“It’s fine, sniffer dog here can find their way back, right?”

You rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m not your sniffer dog.” You huffed.

“Wait but if you were lost could you find your way back to here?” He asked.

Everybody looked at you.

“Yes.”

“How?” Jasper asked you.

You huffed a little bit, crossing your arms.

“By scent…”

Everyone laughed.

“Esme!” You whined.

She walked into the room and you ran over to her, hiding behind her.

“(Y/N) is not a sniffer dog, stop picking on them Emmett.”

You grinned a little at the vampire who complained that you started it.

“Come on, I would love your opinion your dinner.” Esme smiled.

She guided you to the kitchen, and you sat on a stool as she explained what she was making for you.

While she was asking for your opinions on what you wanted in your food, Carlisle came home and walked into the kitchen, greeting his wife before he walked over, placing a hand on your head.

Looking at him you smiled a little.

“You ready?”

“Yeah…”

He set everything up and they all sat around you as Carlisle held a pair of scissors in his hand.

“What’ll you do with it all?” Alice asked.

“Donate to a charity so they can make wigs for cancer patients.” You said.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” Rosalie smiled.

You smiled at her and took a deep breath.

“I’m ready.”

“Okay, just tell me if you want me to stop.”

Carlisle began cutting your hair, and you had to calm your emotions while he did.

When he was finished, you stood up and Jasper brought you through a mirror so you could look at yourself.

And you hardly recognised yourself, it didn’t look like you who was staring back at you.

You looked so different, and tears began to roll down your face.

“Oh sweetheart why are you crying?” Esme asked gently.

“I.. I’m so used to long hair.. I guess I.. I never thought it would be this hard…”

She hugged you, running a hand up and down your back.

“It’s alright, it can always grow back, okay?” Carlisle said.

You sniffled and turned around, hugging him tightly.

With a smile, he hugged you back.

“I know.. thank you…”

“Anything for our werewolf.” He smiled.

He stood there hugging you while Emmett and Jasper worked on clearing up the mess.

You were the teenager they had unofficially adopted, and they were like a family to you at this point so it was easier having all of them around you

#twilight #twilight x reader #twilight x you #twilight imagine #Carlisle Cullen #Carlisle Cullen x reader #carlisle cullen imagine #Carlisle Cullen x you

[zaceouiswriting]

Love always comes back

Character: Theo Raeken x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Sadness, Happy ending

Some days were just horrible. Especially if you are alone. To your dismay, it was one of „those“ days. Not having the energy to even stand up from the bed. Trying to fall asleep over and over again. And at some point, finally understand, that this will not be the case and still keep stay in bed. Just because.

Your sadness had a reason, one that is trivial more or less. But still hard for you every time it happens. The feeling of not being good enough, would haunt you in these instances. Dark clouds, all over your head, hanging threatening to eat you alive.

Not even the bright sun, that tried to get you out of your bed and maybe even happily jump in your garden. Which as everything and everyone around you, could feel this immense sadness, that would be around you, before one of „those“, days started.

The flowers, you cared for, letting their heads hang, which let it look like, as if it was about to die. But as always, the moment, you would come out of your dark place and tend to it again, they would rise. But the problem was, you didn’t. This time was different from all the others. Even days later, you haven’t left your home, barely could get out of bed. Your feelings eating you alive. The plants outside showed the world, what was going on. Lifeless and almost at the verge of dying, they paint a gruesome picture.

Without any knowledge of that, you kept to yourself. Doing only what was absolutely necessary, just to go back to bed.

You heard it too late. As the sounds came nearer and a sudden rush of adrenalin pushed itself trough your body, you were only able to sit up. But something suddenly brought you back down. A clothed warm body, smashed you on your own bed, where you half naked laid. Which was just more comfortable considering, that you wouldn’t go out anyways.

With a loud belly laughter, you finally got the sound of a voice you haven’t heard in a while. „Liam?“, you asked slightly annoyed at his breaking in. But still could just not laugh at him, jumping on me.

„Cannon ball!“, you heard another voice scream. Panic filled your body, until another body slammed onto you. The moment it hit you the body was finally visible. Coreys hazel brown eyes, looked directly into yours. Holding himself up with his arms on your chest, „Morning,“ he mumbled.

You put one of your hands on his stupidly smiling face, which he returned with a soft chuckle. „You know, we were concerned about you.“ A third person, who carefully sat himself on the edge of your bed, directly besides you.

Not able to turn your head, you couldn’t see him at first, until he laid himself besides you, „Mason, you too?“, you asked as annoyed as you looked. Just wanting to bath in your loneliness, since your other half vanished in the middle of the night, five years ago. Once in the while, you had these phases, waiting for him to come back. „How did you even come in here?“

Without any hesitation, Mason hold up the keys, your fiancé had. „He gave them to me, for the case you would isolate yourself too much. He loves you and when the time is right, he will come back, you know this,“ he told you again, with squeezing your arm, as if this would make anything really better.

„I don’t really believe this anymore. Five years, Mason. Five years! Do you know what I did in these five years, except for going to school and work? Nothing!“ As your anger grew, the two guys laying on you, were thrown to the other side of the room. Groaning and moaning in pain, brought you back.

„Shit,“ you cursed under your breath. Finally standing up again, helping both of them back on their feet. „Sorry, I’m not really stable at the moment.“

Shortly after, the strong breeze became what it was before, just a little breeze, blowing trough your know open windows.

„This is the exact reason, why I am alone in these moments! You can only be happy, that I didn’t used my real powers, instead of asking the earth to push you away from me.“

All three boys, could hear the anger and disappointment in your voice, for their disregard for your feelings and solitude in your home. You just wanted some time for yourself.

„Your garden is dying, as well as the forest surrounding us!“ Mason finally lost his cool himself. He could understand your pained hurt, but could not accept, that you would risk the entire planet because of it.

You could only shake with your head, „I would let the entire planet die, if its necessary.“ Slowly your eyes begin to tear up, „I can’t anymore. The pain is eating me alive. It is too long. I swore to give him the time he needs, but this is too much! How long should I wait, another fifty years? When he is old and grey? Maybe even with children?“

Finally the walls you had build up, since he left you, broke down, letting the waters fall. Not even a second later, rain began to fall down. At first softly, until you cried like a baby, something you hadn’t done in sometime.

Outside began a storm, so wild, that it would entirely be possible, to destroy the entire forest around your home.

Before you knew it, three pairs of arms, were around you. As a tall, build man they hadn’t had any problem to do so. They almost needed all three of them. „I just want him back,“ you finally cried out.

They kept you company for a few hours, until you felt better again and let you sleep again, with the threat that, tomorrow they would get you out of the house.

And as the next day came, this exact thing happened. You even were clothe, even when it was sloppy, just in grey sweatpants and a shirt. The day was gloomy, just like your mood, but still semi nice.

„And what are we doing, when you guys already forced me out?“, you asked them grumpy. Still pissed, that they invaded your home, without your consent.

„Can you once in your life, shut the hell up and just wait?“ This time it was on Mason to get annoyed at you. You mumbled something incoherent but looked away from the smaller guy, as he daggered you with his eyes.

You went silent with them, walking the right side from your home, the paved street you had paid for, because the city did not want to deal with it, brought you guys further into the forest, until there wasn’t any street anymore. Shortly before the end, the rest of your friends came to a halt. At first you did not really realized, that was until you couldn’t see their feet anymore. Confused you looked up again, turning around. Before you could asked them what the meaning of this was, you could hear steps, coming out of the forest.

Not once in your life, you turned around faster. For a moment fearing, that something would attack you. But there under the protection of the tree crowns, that blocked most of the gloomy light, was a sight for sore eyes.

The moment you saw the man, the clouds broke away, letting sunshine trough, as if nothing ever had happened. „The… Theo?“, you asked with a breaking voice, not able to breath at all.

„It’s me bonsy.“ The moment you heard this stupid ass nickname, he had given you, as he came to know what powers you had, you began to walk in his direction. The sun directly shining onto him, as if he was the only thing deserving of it.

But your walking quickly became a run. Theo did not move a single muscle, at first, just looking at you with a smile, that was warming enough to bring even summer to the coldest places. As you came nearer, he began to run too. Finally letting his feelings out for himself.

Just moments later, you two collided like stars. The smaller Theo jumping up into your arms, holding him into places. His legs around your hips and your hand slightly on his behind to hold him up against you, where he belonged.

A smell of oak and fresh water was on him. The feeling of the forest itself hang onto him, „There was no-one else, right?“, you asked almost ready to cry again.

Theo pressed himself even harder against you, „Never. You are the only one for me,“ he whispered softly into your ear. Feeling as if the world was crumbling around you full with hope and happiness.

You could hear whispering around you. While you spun Theo in your arms. Never have voices matter as less as they did in this moment. Finally as you accepted that he was back. With the hand on the back on his head, you forced it a bit away from you, „Never leave me again! Do you understand me! Never!“ Tears were streaming down your cheeks at this point. But the weather kept being sunny and warm.

Instead of saying anything, he did the only thing that truly could tell you, that he was there to stay. He kissed you. Not a kiss, but a promise. You could feel it and finally became yourself again. The sadness began to vanish out of your system, where it never belonged to. 

#Theo Raeken x male reader #Theo Raeken imagines #Theo Raeken #Theo Raeken x male reader #x male reader #male reader #Teen Wolf #Teen Wolf x male reader #Teen Wolf imagines #Teen Wolf imagine

[orderoftheavengers]

Wanda’s Vision 

A Mysterious Package

As if losing her true love wasn’t cruel enough, Wanda Maximoff can’t even burry him. Instead, the chunks of Vision’s broken stone body are being studied in the Alchemy Department in the Ministry of Magic, as if he’s nothing more than a crumbled statue. Fighting back tears, she picks up her scarlet broom, and heads back to Hogwarts. Since helping to save the universe again, she’s been granted the chance to return and finish her schooling, But the Ravenclaw Commonroom feels empty without is Chimera Prefect.

Wanda should be in class, but instead she drifts up to her empty dorm. There, she finds a tall, tombstone-shaped package standing in front of her blue canopy bed, covered in brown paper. Tied to it is a simple, unsigned note: Enjoy!

Curiously, she takes off the wrapping, to find a tall mirror with an elegant golden frame. The curved top of the frame is engraved with the words:  erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi

Wanda’s eyes drift down to the glass. Instead of her reflection, she sees static, like on an old Muggle TV set. Then, the static clears, to a black-and-white sitcom. The Mirror of Erised broadcasts “WandaVision,” where she sees herself and Vision living an ideal life, in a setting reminiscent of the vintage Muggle sitcoms Wanda and Pietro used to watch with their parents.

The tears finally come. In her grief, Wanda slams her fist into the glass.

A normal witch or wizard could probably not damage the Mirror of Erised, but Wanda Maximoff is no ordinary witch.

Her grief turns to shock when her fist breaks through the glass, and a hurricane-like wind begins sucking her and everything around her into the mirror…

Breakfast

Next thing they know, Wanda and Vision are in their black-and-white Commonroom, getting ready for class. They don their robes, and get their chrome-covered wands and school bags. They head for the Great Hall for breakfast, accompanied by a laugh track. Once there, they have trouble finding the Ravenclaw table, due to the fact that all of the scarves, ties and tablecloths are in grayscale.

“Well, I don’t think it’s either of those,” Vision muses, gazing at two tables locked in a violent magical food fight. The Gryffindors and Slytherins are all Greasers; their black, leather, studded robes bearing large patches of lions or snakes depending on their “gang.”

The next table they look at is filled with beatniks, sharing poetry about peace and unity. “I think that’s Hufflepuff,” Wanda says, noting the badger in the middle of the table playing bongos.

The last table is full of nerds in bowties and horn-rimmed glasses. Figuring this is their stop, Wanda and vision have a seat and begin their breakfast. They’re almost immediately interrupted by the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Agatha Harkness. Wanda is clearly her teacher’s pet, and Agatha says she can’t wait to see what Wanda is capable of on the test later today. "Is my best student gonna Ace this exam, or is that a stupid question?" Professor Harkness gives an irritating "gossipy neighbor" sort of laugh. "Remember, we're doing Patronuses!" Agatha takes out her wand and says with a smile, "Expecto Señor Scratchy! ...Oh, bowtruckles and doxies...Scratchy sit!" Agatha excuses herself, to chase her silvery rabbit Patronus, which is now wreaking havoc across the table.   Wanda smiles and nods, secretly trying to remember this exam she hasn’t studied for.

To make matters worse, the school’s Head Girl and Boy, Victoire Weasley and Teddy Lupin, have decided to join Ravenclaw for breakfast. They ask Wanda and Vision where they’re from, when they began dating, and so forth, with the pair unable to answer.

“What year are you?” Teddy presses on, adjusting his cute wolf-themed sweater. “Are you Purebloods or Muggleborn?  Did you transfer from another school?”

“Any mixed heritage?” Victoire adds.

Wanda and Vision are saved from having to answer when Teddy starts to choke on a werewolf hairball; Vision saves him, using his phasing powers. The frightening moment passes, and suddenly breakfast is over.

“Oh, look at that, it’s time for the game already!” Teddy declares. “Come on!”

Very confused, Wanda and Vision follow the crowd out of the Great Hall and outside, across the gray grass, to…

The Quidditch Pitch

As they near the Quidditch field, the roar of screaming girls makes it nearly impossible to hear each other speak.  Wanda gets out her wand to attempt an ear-plug charm, and notices it looks different than before; instead of that slick chrome covering, her wand now is covered in psychedelic flowers.

When they find their seats, they notice that many of the girls have beehive hairdos, and many people’s cloaks have claps shaped like peace symbols and Yin-Yangs. Vision and Wanda move through the Hufflepuff box, where Teddy Lupin and his comrades have apparently traded their barrettes and scarves for beads and hippie hair. Next, they find a box full of nerds, that they hope is Ravenclaw; with everything still in grayscale, the only way to be sure is to look for an eagle crest somewhere. Vision and Wanda have a seat next to a friendly new girl with a beehive hair, introducing herself as “Geraldine.”

“To be honest I don’t know if I’m in the right box either,” Geraldine reassures Wanda.

“What House are you?” Wanda asks conversationally.

Geraldine’s face falls. “I…don’t know.”

The conversation is cut short when Madam Hootch, dressed like Ed Sullivan, announces the start of the game. The Gryffindor players all have moptops, and quip each other while during the game in thick Liverpool accents. The Slytherins are a bit rougher looking. Slytherin Seeker Albus Severus Potter comments about blowing up Moaning Myrtle’s toilet, and Scorpius Malfoy boasts about snorting his father’s ashes.

The Golden Snitch, for some reason, keeps flying past Wanda and Vision’s part of the stands. And something about the Snitch looks out of place. Wanda finally stops it in midair with her telekenesis, and summons it towards her for a better look. The Golden Snitch really is gold—it’s in color!—and there’s a red symbol on it: a sword, circled by two lions and a huge elegant "G."

“I think they need that!” Geraldine quickly snatches the Snitch from Wanda and expertly chucks it back into the field, as if pitching a baseball.

The Quidditch field is starting to look different. The Quidditch balls and hoops are morphing into colorful, psychedelic cartoons. As if trying to compete with the trippy animation, Al Potter takes out his wand and starts levitating furniture, toilets and animals from the castle to come flying into the crowd. This prompts the Gryffindors to make more awful puns at each other, while trying to retrieve the Golden Snitch from Ringo's nose.

“How is anyone getting through this sober?” Professor Harkness laments over the chaos.

Wanda excuses herself and makes for one of the restrooms in the Quidditch stadium. The toilets have all been blown up by Al Potter, but she doesn’t need to “go,” she just needs to think. In the restroom, she is confronted by queen bee Dominique Weasley, who seems to be implying that Wanda is guilty of something.

“I mean you no harm,” Wanda insists.

“I don’t believe you,” the young part-Veela replies, matching Wanda’s intense stare.

That’s when both girls are interrupted by a muffled voice, apparently coming from the mirror.

Superimposed over their reflections, Wanda can just barely make out the ghostly image of a young man, and hear his distant voice calling, “Wanda, who is doing this to you?”

The eerie message repeats, and Wanda’s anxiety rises, until the glass mirror suddenly shatters, startling her and Dominique. Dominique suffers a cut to her hand, getting some crimson blood on her Gryffindor scarf.

“Gosh,” Dominique says chipperly, as if their intense conversation never happened, “At least blood stains don’t show up as much against Gryffindor colors!”

The girls return to the bleachers, to find that the game has finished. It’s unclear who won, as both teams seem to be celebrating the game in their own way.  The Gryffindors give a cute, uniformed bow, while the Slytherins enthusiastically smash their broom sticks on the ground.

By the time the crowd is leaving the stadium, everything is now in color. Teddy Lupin and Victoire Weasley have their long hippie hair flowing in bright mind green and shimmering Veela gold respectively. The flowers on Wanda’s wand are now bright shades of red and orange. But the biggest shock of all comes when she and Vision return to the Ravenclaw common room, and realize that Wanda is four months pregnant!

The moment is interrupted by a noise from outside the Commonroom. Peering into the hall, Wanda and Vision see a cloaked figure emerge from a secret passageway behind a gargoyle (shaped like a Blue Meanie). The figure turns around, and Wanda sees that sword symbol once again, on the back of his cloak.

“No,” she mutters, and with a flick of her hands, literally rewinds time.

“Congratulations!”

…says Madame Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing. “You’re having a healthy baby.”

Vision stammers, “But isn’t this happening a little…fast?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, only Muggles stigmatize teen parents. Us wizards still live like it’s the Middle Ages, remember.”

Wanda tries delicately, “The baby having some Phoenix or Chimera heritage wouldn’t be affecting anything, would it?”

“I don’t think so. But you can check the school library for more information if you like.”

The soon-to-be teen parents decide to do just that.

Wanda and Vision enter the library to find themselves now dressed like Scooby Doo characters under their school robes, which have the cut of droop-sleeved Disco gowns.

Geraldine strides in, sporting a fro, with her Gryffindor necktie tied around her head like a scarf. Teddy Lupin and Victoire sit nearby, sporting a mint-green afro and a silverly shag respectively. Lysander and Lorcan Scammander are putting up a sign on the library wall, protesting the pollution of the Forbidden Forest. From the open window, one can see that a new Quidditch game is already afoot; the Gyffindors and Slytherins, in House-colored disco suits, violently toss flying disco balls at each other, while talking like Nick Fury.

No one besides Wanda and Vision seems to notice anything amiss. That is, until Wanda suddenly goes into labor, in the middle of the “P” isle.

Vision runs to get Madame Pomfrey, while Geraldine delivers the baby. Vision returns with the nurse just too late to see his son’s birth. This is remedied a moment later when Wanda goes into labor again! They end up with two healthy baby boys. Wanda and Vision decide to go the Weasley route, and give them simple names: Tommy and Billy.

Geraldine helps Wanda turn the trunk at the end of her dorm bed into a cradle for the twins.

“I’m a twin,” Wanda remembers. “I had a brother, named Pietro.”

Geraldine then adds slowly, “He was killed by Ultron.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

Wanda looks at her friend again, suddenly suspicious and angry. She notices suddenly that the patch on Geraldine’s robes does not depict the usual Gryffindor icon, but instead, that suspicious sword symbol. Ignoring Geraldine’s stammering pleas, Wanda sends the Gryffindor flying through the stone wall, out of the Ravenclaw commonroom.

Geraldine flies backwards down the hall, until she smashes through another stone wall.

She crashes through the wooden wall of the Quidditch pitch.

And finally, she crashes through a massive wall of glass, with a shattering sound that echoes eerily.

“Geraldine” lands on the wet grass. She pushes herself up, as Ministry wizards and witches gather around her. It is dusk, and they’re in the middle of an empty clearing in the woods. Not too far off, the Mirror of Erised magically repairs its own shattered glass.

Monica Rambeau sees the Mirror of Erised standing alone in the empty field, and it all starts coming back to her...

Here’s What Really Happened

...Monica Rambeau’s mother, Maria Rambeau, founded the Sword of Gryffindor: a division within the Ministry of Magic, tasked with threats by non-human magical beings. Monica, a recent graduate of Hogwarts, had just begun an apprenticeship under her mother, when she (Monica) was turned to ash by Thanos’s Dusting Curse.  After she “Blipped” back, and learned her mother had died in the summer she’d been gone, Monica needed work to keep her mind off of her shock and grief.

Her new mission concerned Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which had seemingly vanished overnight—along with the lake, the Quidditch pitch, and even Hagrid’s hut. All that was left was the Mirror of Erised, standing alone in the empty field. And the Mirror seemed to be malfunctioning. Its gold frame was replaced with a chrome and neon 1950s juke-box aesthetic. It’s iconic message now glowed above the glass in the form of a cursive neon sign. All the Ministry workers strongly desired to see where Hogwarts had gone; but all anyone could see in the Mirror was static.

Jimmy Woo (a former Hufflepuff Prefect now with the Ministry) gave Monica a rundown of the situation. “The Ministry’s so desperate, they’re even bringing in a Muggle, to see if one of their ‘TV microwaves’ or something might be interfering with the Mirror’s magic.”

Dr. Darcy Lewis, one of the few Muggles allowed to not only know about the wizarding world, but work with it, finally arrived. Most of the Ministry folk scoffed at the Muggle. But after a quick examination, Darcy had an answer.

“Looks like someone or something has turned your Magic Mirror into an old TV set.”

The project’s supervisor, Director Blandonius Genericus Phucknugget, snorted. “Codswallop and hippogriff dung.  Your Muggle technology doesn’t work in areas like this, where there’s high concentrations of magic!”

“Wrong,” Darcy said, drumming her fingers on the Mirror’s neon frame. “Electricity doen’t work around magic. But you guys make cars and motorcycles fly with magic all the time. You even use cameras, for Treebeard's sake! So this TV-mirror isn’t plugged into anything, but it’s still running, probably on magic. If someone can enchant me a pair of old rabbit-ear antennae, I can probably get this show broadcasting for ya. And if one of you magic dudes can conjure me up some coffee, that’d be cool too.”

Director Phucknugget begrudgingly adhered Darcy’s request. A retired Arthur Weasley was happy to donate some parts from his Muggle collections to the cause. Within the hour, everyone was watching what seemed to be an old Muggle sitcom play out in the glass… set at Hogwarts! Jimmy and Monica soon determined that, somehow, the castle and all of its inhabitants had become trapped inside the Mirror of Erised. Since Wanda Maximoff and Vision Banner-Stark were the stars, and Vision was supposed to be dead, it stood to reason that they had something to do with it.

Monica then made a bold, and arguably stupid, move. She blasted the glass with different powerful spells, until she managed to put a crack in it…and ended up getting sucked into the show.

While Jimmy, Darcy, and the others watched Monica join the main cast, the frame around the Mirror began to change. The jukebox aesthetic was soon replaced by a psychedelic pop art motif, resembling something you’d see on an old CD cover, or a “Yellow Submarine” poster. Monica, Jimmy and Darcy tried different ways to get in touch with Wanda. They tried sending an enchanted Golden Snitch into the Mirror, containing Mad-Eye Moody’s old eye, to survey the situation. Jimmy tried a mirror-enchanting spell, to send Wanda a message. But nothing seemed to work.

By midafternoon, the frame had changed again to a banded ‘70s border with rounded edges, it’s top lettering now spelled out like the opening credits of an “exploitation movie.” And the show was now in color. Soon after that, Monica Rambeau came crashing back through the glass, knocking Darcy, Jimmy and Phucknugget into the grass.

It has all come back to her now.

Lying on the grass in her Disco robes, Monica breaths, “It’s Wanda! It’s all Wanda!”

Care of Magical Creatures

The sky above the Quidditch Pitch is the color of Floo Powder, tuned to a dead fireplace. The frame around the Mirror of Erised is clunky robotic junk, smattered with flickering neon. The castle halls have become a glittery labyrinth, and echo with David Bowie music. Goblins from Gringotts are discussing business with Headmistress McGonnagall, demanding a baby as payment if they don't get their gold.

Billy and Tommy are old enough to start their first year at Hogwarts, even as their parents are still finishing up year Five. The boys adopt a cute three-headed Cerberus puppet (yes, puppet--The "Dark Crystal" kind) that they name Sparky. Everyone now has frizzy ‘80s hair, and wizard robes now have built-in shoulder pads.  Professor Harkness continues to give Wanda top marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts, where students practice wizard duels in 80s workout gear.

Wanda finally “breaks the fourth wall” again, albeit less literally this time. Excusing herself from her family, she goes to the restroom, and looks directly into the mirror, at the Ministry wizards outside. For a few moments, they talk as if there is only glass between them.

“Is this yours” Wanda says, tossing the Golden Snitch back through the glass.

Catching the Snitch, Monica begs Wanda to listen to reason. But it’s no use.

Meanwhile Vision, is getting suspicious. He manages to free Lysander Scammander from Wanda’s control. The hysterical first-year frets that he hasn’t received an owl from his parents in what seems like ages, and that having Wanda in his head all the time is painful.

But just as Vision confronts Wanda, they get a surprising visitor: Pietro Maximoff! …or is it? Something seems off, but Wanda wants to believe it’s true.

Defense Against the Dark Arts

For their Midterm Exam in Defense Against the Dark Arts, everyone suits up. Vision dresses like a Mexican wrestler, while Wanda dons a red leotard under a red cloak and tiara.  Billy and Tommy are advancing in their magic classes with alarming speed. Pietro suspiciously looks, sounds and acts very little like the brother Wanda remembers. But how many other male part-Veelas can be out there?

Back in the real world, Monica, Jimmy and Darcy clash with Director Genericus Phucknugget. The three are eventually taken off of the project for not being big enough assholes, so they set out to break some rules. Darcy “hacks” into Phucknugget’s “files,” by which we mean, she swapped his Pensieve out with a chamber pot when he wasn’t looking. Around a camp fire in the Forbidden Forest, the trio examine the memories that their shady boss didn’t want them to see.  Turns out, he doesn’t have anyone’s best interests in mind, bar his own quest power.

Monica wants to try re-entering the Mirror, but there’s another problem.  

“You’ve gone through that class twice,” Darcy warns. “Your body is cursing with the magic of a Flaga.”

“How do you know about the Flagae?” Jimmy asks.  

“Muggles can read books too you know.” Darcy produces a copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scammander.

Flagae are spirits that live inside magic mirrors, often acting as familiars for witches like Snow white’s evil stepmother. Darcy theorizes Wanda and Vision’s “Mirror children,” Billy and Tommy, may in fact by Flagae. And Monica is turning into one too. If she makes a full transformation, she might never be able to leave the glass again.

But Monica stands her ground. “I won’t stop until I help Wanda.”

Back in the Mirror, Vision investigates the edges of Hogwarts' grounds. He finds both the Forbidden Forest and the train platform inaccessible, blocked by a wall of shimmering magic glass.

Outside, the Ministry wizards see Vision begin to emerge from the Mirror. He pushes painfully, with his hands pressed against the frame, but some force is holding him back. Vision himself begins to shatter, as if he’s made of glass. Darcy, who has tried sneaking back onto the project, yells at someone to help him, as a Ministry Auror holds her back.

Billy, a Legilimens like his mother, senses his father’s distress and alerts her. To save her husband, Wanda creates a powerful wind to pulling Vision back into the Mirror…and takes most of the Ministry witches and wizards with him.

Modern wizards

When the winds die down, nearly all of the Ministry wizards are now inside the Mirror, and have been recast as House Elves, Leprechauns, and decorative Cupids.  Darcy is recast as a bespeckled House Elf in a blue bellhop’s uniform.

Wanda and Vision give interviews about their ongoing life problems, to no one in particular.  Vision finds Darcy, and restores her memories and human body, though she keeps the silly suit. Darcy fills Vision in on his life before the Mirror. Yet still, he can’t remember any of it. They ponder the possibility of a Memory Charm, or the simple resurrection amnesia that often plagues newborn vampires.

Monica and Jimmy remain safe outside the Mirror of Erised, but Monica is now adamant that there’s no other way to reach Wanda and stop their evil boss.

This third push through the magic glass makes Monica feel like she's shattering. All around her are the voices of her dead mother, and her absent “Aunt Carol”—Monica’s “Erised.” The temptation to just let herself melt into the glass and give up on reality is strong. But Monica is stronger. Monica finally emerges into Erised-Hogwarts, a new being. Her eyes glowing a spectrum of colors, Monica is now like a person jacked into the Matrix; the laws of physics in the world of the Mirror no longer apply to her.

It was Agatha All Along!

It’s supper time, but Billy and Tommy still aren’t back from Defense Against the Dark Arts. Wanda heads to the classroom, to find Agatha, stroking the silvery fur of her apparently corporal Patronus.

“Where are my children?” Wanda demands.

But when she attempts magic, she fails.

“Highest marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but an F in Ancient Runes!” Agatha taunts. “Only the witch who casts the runes can use her magic in the area. Every first year should know that!”

Agatha then forces Wanda to join her in entering a Pensieve, filled with all of Wanda’s worst memories. Yes, Wanda is now inside a Pensieve, while inside the Mirror of Erised. Agatha wants to know what makes Wanda’s magic tick, so she can harness it for herself.

Wanda sees her entire life play out. She and Pietro are children, living in their magically-hidden hole-in-the-wall apartment in Sokovia. Their father tries to make a living by magically burning vintage Muggle sitcoms into wizarding photos and paintings, that will play out the episodes, which he sells to wizard and witches that are Muggle enthusiasts. Then their home is destroyed, and their parents are killed.

Wanda sees herself in the dungeons of Durmstrang, approaching the glowing cauldron, and listening to her instructors tell her how to enter the experiment. She dips into the glowing cauldron like a bathtub, with the Mind Stone shining from the bottom like a light in a jacuzzi, clutching her phoenix-feather wand. There's an explosion of light, as she and her wand are fused together. And the premonition she sees of herself, as one of the most powerful witches alive... “There’s an entire Prophecy about you, in the Department of Ministries. Well, not anymore,” Agatha smirks, showing Wanda the ancient book she (Agatha) has stolen from the Ministry of Magic. "You're the Scarlet Witch!" She sees everything, from the death of her brother to the death of her lover. Finally, she sees and remembers how she ended up inside the Mirror of Erised, accidently sucking the entire castle in and casting a memory charm on everyone, including herself. And how from her emotions and memories, she accidently created a Flaga, in the form of her dead lover, Vision.

Wanda now realizes what she must do. It will be agony for her; but she cannot continue to imprison and torment her peers, just to keep her fantasy in the Mirror of Erised alive. And Agatha must be stopped.

The Darkest of Magic

The two witches start to duke it out in the sky above Hogwarts Castle, in a wandless witch's duel. Both conjure their Patronuses, straight from their hands. Señor Scratchy goes "Watership Down" on Wanda's firefinch, which retaliates in Hitchcock fashion. The corrupt Ministry wizard and his cronies make a bad situation worse, when they send their own twisted creation into the Mirror—the real body of Vision, now an unpainted white gargoyle, bent only on destroying its counterpart inside. But Erised-Vision knows that the best way to distract himself has always been philosophy, so he wins over his alter-ego with a lecture on the Ship of Theseus, some musings about the workings of Time Turners, and the parallels between Nargles and imaginary numbers.

Monica frees “Pietro” from the Imperius curse that Agatha has paced on him, and watches the Polyjuice Potion she forced him to drink wear off. Turns out, he’s just a Muggle named Ralph Boner.

Everything is going to chaos inside the Mirror of Erised (except for the two Visions, who are having a quiet discussion about the reliability of Divination, in midair in the Library). Wanda uses her recent lesson in Ancient Runes to incapacitate Agatha, and then dives into the older witch’s mind...

...Agatha is centuries old. Haling from the Salem Witch’s Institute, she was shunned by her Coven, and even her own mother, for “studying the Darkest of Magic.” Agatha then unleashed a Killing Curse on all of them. Once the heinous crime was done, Agatha’s Horcrux was made. She plucked the pendant off of her mother’s body, and pined it to her own cloak.

Agatha is brought back to the present, just in time to see Wanda’s firefinch devour Señor Scratchy. The scarlet magic shooting from Wanda’s hand briefly flashes bright green.

Goodbyes

Hogwarts has been restored. Everyone is free from the Mirror, save three people: Vision, Billy, and Tommy. Agatha lies dead on the grass outside the Mirror of Erised—or at least, her human body does.  Using her powerful Scarlet Magic, Wanda fuses the pendant Horcrux into the golden frame of the Mirror of Erised, trapping what’s left of Agatha. From now on, Agatha can only exist in the role of other people’s fantasies, when they look into the Mirror. “No one will ever bother you here,” Wanda assures her enemy, through the glass.

Oblivious, the fraction left of Agatha’s soul smiles from behind the glass, in her 1950s getup. “Fabulous! See you in class, Sugar!”

Wanda apologizes to Monica, and all of her peers from Hogwarts, while Director Phucknugget is hauled off to Azkaban by the Dementors.

Headmistress McGonnagall assures Wanda that she is still welcome at Hogwarts, provided more precautions are taken with her powers. But Wanda chooses to leave the school.  Before leaving the castle, Wanda pays her family one last visit.  The Mirror of Erised stands in a large empty room. Separated by glass, Wanda tearfully bids goodbye to Vision, Billy and Tommy.

“Thank you for choosing me to be your mom,” she tells the boys, before they go to bed.

“Wanda,” Vision presses against the glass. “Darcy called me a ‘Flaga.’ Am I a ghost? Or just a fantasy?”

“You’re a spirit I created,” Wanda finally admits out loud. “You are my memories, and my pain. But most of all, you’re my love.”

For a moment they are able to kiss, as if the glass isn’t there. Then Wanda leaves the room, and doesn’t look back.  

Epilogue

Monica is still mostly Human, but like Wanda, she is now a hybrid—in her case, part Flaga. And it turns out, there is a battle being fought in the Mirror Realm, and Monica can help.

Wanda, meanwhile, creates herself a cabin in the woods, where she studies that Prophecy book—out of body. She is interrupted by the voice of one of her sons, calling from every mirror in the house, “Mom…!”

AN: An AU of an AU! Bloody hell.

This was a nightmare, both to "draw" and write, even with most of the work "cut out" for me. But worth it.

Because life is short, the images in this picture were largely traced, or straight up pasted clipart.

#wandavision #wandavison spoilers #hogwarts au #mirror of erised #wanda maximoff #Vision #billy and tommy #monica rambeau #darcy lewis #ravenclaw #sword of gryffindor #order of the avengers #vintage #1950s #harry potter #crossover #mcu #avengers #Scarlet Witch #fan art #hannah barbera

[mercy-thompson-fanfiction]

OUTTAKES 3

This one bugs me because I swear I posted it, but I didn’t?  TW: talk of miscarriage.  I hate that word, but let’s not get into semantics. Just know there’s a trigger warning.

“Don’t say anything.”  The Marrok warned.  Leah and Porsche got along surprisingly well…about forty-percent of the time.  It was higher than he would have expected, given who she was and the fact that Leah had really first spoken to her when she was in the middle of her teen angst phase.

So, right now.

Mercy’s daughter had come to stay for the foreseeable future. In the long-term, she’d likely be staying with Anna and Charles, but all of his grandchildren had a place in his home.  Right now, that’s just where she’d chosen to stay. 

The little fiery blur of almost-black hair had just slammed the door behind her as she entered and stormed straight down the far hall to her room.  He couldn’t really blame her, the change in scenery and the reasons behind it were less than ideal. 

Instead of waiting for Leah to make a remark in response, he left the room.  Bran could navigate the worse of what a werewolf had to offer, but teenage girls were far tougher than they appeared.  “Sugar, spice, and everything nice" would sooner be an ingredient list for things that go bump in the night than it would the nightmare that was female puberty.  

“Porsche, open the door.”  He heard the lock click closed instead.  “Porsche, right now.”

“Porsche, right now.” He heard her mock from the other side.  This was exactly why she was here.  Porsche Hauptman was uncontrollable in more ways than one and it had become borderline dangerous, what with the may her mother attracted all the wrong things. 

“Portia—“ “That’s not my name.”  Her voice rose angrily.  

“I own this house.  I have a key.”  The tone was final, unforgiving and, fortunately, she at least knew when she’d lost.  The lock clicked again and Bran only gave her a few moments of peace to make it away from the door before he entered.

Porsche glared at him, another problem they’d been having.  Bran personally suspected it had to do with her lineage, the reason she had to basically be taught her whole life to look away.  It was just that she maybe had a little more fire in her than even Mercy did.  She wasn’t scared enough to back down.

And she’d already gotten in trouble for it.

The nice thing about Aspen Creek, you couldn’t get away with that anymore.  It was absolutely dire that she navigate a pack the way she was meant to, else she’d be in worse trouble. Adam’s pack was less dangerous, less volatile, and they’d babied her too much. Adam had protected her from too much, and it had given her less need to be careful.

“What happened?”  Bran asked calmly.

“I broke the ledge on the whiteboard.”  Oh, this was about school drama.  Wonderful.  The teenage social life.

It was news to him that she’d broken anything, but maybe someone had fielded the call—probably Leah actually, she had a way of doing that and honestly she was more likely to protect Porsche than maybe he would like to admit.  

He waited for her to continue.

“Someone told me I was a freak—“

“Who?”  Bran pressed.  To his knowledge, her cousins weren’t being bullied and one of them was also a werewolf.

“You think I care to know anyone’s name here?” She spat out at him.  “I’m not staying.”

“You are.”  He said very plainly. 

Porsche’s eyes narrowed at him, though both had become decidedly lighter.  Unlike a real coyote, it seemed coy-wolves in the terms of shapeshifters and werewolves weren’t very normal looking.  It left Porsche’s wolf with strange pigmentation and one blue eye—something that didn’t even remotely match her human skin.  

This potential lack of control was the reason Adam had initially to send her to Montana, but at least Mercy had seen it for what it was and soon after her husband had, too.  It wasn’t lack of control.

It was too much and Porsche had no fear of threatening the Marrok. 

A decided problem.

“Believe it or not, I’m on your side.”  He said cooly.  “And the sooner you realize that, the sooner you can go home.”

“Nicole.”  

“Thank you.”  He’d have a phone call with the school about it, if Leah hadn’t already sorted it.  

Porsche didn’t respond, just sat there waiting for him to leave her to mope. She was so melodramatic these days, he wanted to laugh.

“What do you want for dinner?”

“Don’t care.  I have homework. I need to be alone.”  She still made no effort to move towards her backpack to support her story.  

He’d stop pushing. No one had made him gain their respect in a long time, not in the way a teenager did. Bran smiled in amusement when he did finally leave.  Porsche loved him, he didn’t doubt it, and deep down she loved her family, too. She was just angry at the situation and one day she would realize why it came to be.

~~~

“You’re telling me that you talked back to the Marrok and lived?”  Ben snorted.  Porsche had just gotten finished telling her side of some silly story from her time in Aspen Creek while they sorted through newly gifted onesies to put away in drawers.

She nodded, a hint of a smile on her face.

“She was a menace.”  Bran agreed, sitting across from them in a comfortable armchair.  Fallon had thrown a baby shower and invited absolutely everyone, despite Porsche never having done the same for her.  “But harmless, she would never have acted on it. She was never angry with me.” “Are you saying that you hope the baby is a girl so that you can watch me suffer in all the same ways you did?”  Porsche teased, but despite all the grand story telling and the warmth of the atmosphere, Ben would see the tension in her posture.  

The stress wasn’t healthy for her or the baby, and she was well aware. He knew, deep down, it was just her expressing her anxiety about miscarrying again. It’d already happened and both times she’d been distraught, despite the fact they really hadn’t been actively trying. It had gotten to the point where Ben had suggested birth control—just to keep it from hurting her again.  

“They say karma is—“

“A bitch.  I had you, after all.”  Her mom joked with a grin on her face.  

#mercy thompson fanfiction

[jazziwritesthings]

Crazy Part 2- Derek Hale

I do not own teen wolf or any of its characters.

Word count: 2,803

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Summary: Part 2 to this

Warnings: Fighting? Parenthood?

Inspired by It Won’t Be Like This For Long by Darius Rucker. Lyrics in Bold. 

A/n: Read Part 1 Here

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He didn't have to wake up

He'd been up all night

Laying there in bed listening

To his new born baby cry

Ever since you had brought her home, Derek hadn’t been able to sleep. He was constantly listening to her heart beating from the other room. He was paranoid that something was going to happen. You had reassured him multiple times that nothing was going to happen. He knew you were right, but he just couldn’t shake this feeling that something was going to happen the minute he closed his eyes. 

He makes a pot of coffee

He splashes water on his face

His wife gives him a kiss and says

It gonna be OK

Knowing that he wouldn’t be getting to sleep anytime soon he got out of bed slowly, trying not to wake you. Before he even thinks about it he is walking towards the room next door. Peeking his head in the door he saw her lying there, sleeping peacefully. Taking a deep breath of her scent he walked into the kitchen and started to brew some coffee. Making his way to the sink he splashed some water on his face to wake him up a bit. Making himself a cup of coffee he sat down at the kitchen table. Resting his head on his arms, he slowly falls into a light sleep. 

He was startled awake when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jerked his head around to see you standing there in his shirt with your own cup of coffee in your hands. Shaking his head he looks up at you with his eyebrows knit together. “I found you here about 4 hours ago. It’s 9am. She’s awake if you want to get her up.” At the sound of a soft cry he was out of his chair and down the hall to get his little girl. 

It wont be like this for long

One day soon we'll look back laughin'

At the week we brought her home

This phase is gonna fly by

So baby just hold on

It wont be like this for long

She had been so cranky the past two weeks and neither of you could figure out why. Deaton told you that it wasn’t safe to try to take pain from a baby. You didn’t understand why but he was adamant. So you and Derek were feeling all sorts of helplessness. Then Melissa showed up and told you what was wrong immediately, “ Guys, she teething.” Both you and Derek looked down at the little girl currently crawling around the living room. “Just get one of those teething toys and put it in the freezer. It should help. Don’t be surprised if she gets a fever, it’s known to happen.” Thanking Melissa as she left you looked over to where Derek had just been to find him missing. Looking around the loft for him you find him in her room. Sitting on the rocking chair with her laying on his chest. He was gently rubbing her back and just staring at her lovingly. The sight before you melted your heart. “Remember when we first brought her home and you didn’t sleep for days?” He looked over at you and smiled while looking back down, “ I wouldn’t change a single thing. Except maybe her being so grumpy and in pain.” Walking over to him you press a gentle kiss to his head, “ It’s not going to be like this all the time. I promise.” You stepped back and pressed a kiss to your daughters head before heading into your bedroom and getting ready for bed. 

Four years later bout four thirty

She's crawling in their bed

He heard the pitter patter of little feet before he actually saw her. Then there she was, standing in the doorway to your bedroom holding her blanket and teddy bear. Without saying anything she walked into the room and towards Derek’s side of the bed. He smiled at her when he saw that her eyes were glowing a precious golden yellow. She was already using her eyes to see in the dark. He picked her up and placed her in the middle of the bed between you two. You turned onto your side feeling the bed dip down. Seeing your daughter smiling up at her daddy made your heart feel full. You silently watched as she pushed Derek's arm and weazled her way to be nuzzled into his side. He kissed the top of her head before his eyes met yours. You smiled at him reaching for his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. “ I love you.” It may have been dark but you could see the smile on his face, “ I love you too.” It amazed you that no matter how long you two had been together. Whenever you said that to him it caused him to get shy and adorable. 

And when he drops her off at preschool

She's clinging to his leg

The teacher peels her off of him

He says what can I do

She says now don't you worry

This will only last a week or two

She was starting preschool in less than a week and to say that both of you were stressed would be an understatement. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy because of what happened a few weeks back.

You and Derek were in desperate need of a night out. No baby, no pack. Just the two of you. So when Scott volunteered to babysit you were more than ecstatic. You took your time getting ready before going and dropping her off at Scott’s. Pulling into the driveway you were surprised to see Stiles’ jeep in the street. He had been in virginia for over a year at this point and you missed him like crazy. You didn’t even wait for Derek before getting out of the car and running to the door. You weren’t surprised at the fact that it opened before you got there and Stiles stood there with his arms open. You leapt at him wrapping your arms around his neck and placing a kiss on his cheek. He wrapped his arms tightly around you. He set you down and you grabbed his face just looking him over. The pudginess of his cheeks was gone, there was now stubble on what was once smooth skin, and he was muscly. Your baby had grown up and you weren’t there to see it. You didn’t even notice that you were crying until he wiped a tear from your cheek and pulled you into another hug. “ I missed you mama.” He rested his head on top of yours. He only let go when he saw who else was walking towards him, “ Oh my god! You’re so big! Do you remember me?” He squatted down so he was just a little taller than her. She looked at him with a bit of a glare and then she smiled and walked into his waiting arms, “Sties!!” You all smiled at how she tried to pronounce Stiles’ name. Scott came and stood on the porch as well and pulled you into a hug. “Hey mama.” Stiles put her down and she came right over to you and you gave her the biggest hug ever, “ You be good for the boys okay?” She looked kind of confused but nodded her head. Then she walked over to her daddy and demanded to be held. He held her tight before he tried to hand her off to Scott, “ No!” She had a death grip on Derek’s jacket. “ Hey, It’s okay. You're gonna play with the boys tonight okay? Mommy and Daddy will be back later, Okay?” That was when the water works started. You immediately knew that your night out was not going to happen now. She had Derek wrapped around her finger that when she started to cry, whatever was making her cry would be stopped immediately. He looked at you and saw that your face had fallen and you were smelling of sadness. “What’s wrong?” You shook your head, “ Nothing. Are we going?” He knew what you were asking. He knew he never did anything that made her cry. “Babe, I can’t just-” He didn’t get to finish his sentence before Scott stepped in and pried her hands free from Derek, “ Yes you can. You both need this. We got this. Now go.” Derek couldn’t disobey and order from an alpha so he nodded and grabbed your hand. 

Now here you were. Waiting for Derek to get back from dropping her off at preschool. It was nerve racking and you didn’t know what to expect. When he came home by himself it was a relief but it also concerned you how he had been so quiet. “What happened?” You asked as you stood next to where he sat at the table. Beginning to rub his back you saw him visibly relax. “She had a meltdown. She grabbed my leg and wouldn’t let go. The teacher had to pry her off of me because I couldn’t do it myself. I don’t think I can do this again.” You rested your head on his shoulder, “ Well, you have too. I go back to work soon and I won’t be able to drop her off. It won’t be like this for long. I promise.” 

One day soon she'll be a teenager

And at times he’ll think she hates him

As you arrived home from work the first thing you heard was a door slamming. Taking a deep breath and walking deeper into the house you saw Derek on the couch with his head in his hands, “ What happened?” He didn’t even look at you before and threw himself back on the couch, “ She hates me.” Shaking your head as you take off your heels, “ No she doesn’t and you know it.” He looked over at you with a look of defeat all over his face, “ She said she hates me.” You walked over and kissed him gently, “ I’ll go talk to her.” You walked up the steps of your little home and made your way to your 14 year old daughters room. “ So. You hate dad now?” She just groaned from her spot on her bed. Walking over and sitting down she moved until her head was lying in your lap. Gently playing with her hair, “ What happened?” Looking down at the beautiful teenager in your lap, all you could see was the little baby you had made. “ I got into a fight in school. I got detention and then I came home and Dad just started in on me about the fight.” Stopping your movement, “ You got into a fight and detention?” She closed her eyes, “Not now mom. Please.” You sighed and decided to let it go, “ What happened, why did you get into a fight?” This time she sat up and faced away from you. “ There were these kids. They were making fun of Stilinski. I couldn’t let that just happen.” Nodding your head your thoughts drift to Stile’s oldest boy, he was about 4 years younger than her. All the kids in the pack were referred to as cousins. So when someone hurts one, all of them are hurt. “Did you tell that to dad?” She looked over at you, “ I didn’t get that chance. He was just so mad about the fight and then add onto that the detention I got. I just couldn’t take being yelled at. So…” You nodded, “ So you told him you hated him to get him to leave you alone?” You saw her face fall as the gravity of what she had said finally sunk in. “ What do I do mama?” You stood up and held out your hand. She took it in her own and looked into your eyes, “ Tell him the truth. That’s the best thing to do.” She walked out of her room and stood at the bottom of the stairs watching them interact.

Derek saw her walk into the living room. She didn’t say anything, she just sat next to him and curled into his side. He looked over to where he knew he would find you. You nodded your head as you walked into the kitchen to start dinner. “ I love you daddy.” His heart swelled at the words he would never get tired of hearing. “ Want to tell me what happened?” She told him everything that had happened. From the kids picking on Stilinski to her throwing a punch when they said something about her family. She just spilled her guts to the man you both loved. 

Then he'll walk her down the isle

And he'll raise her veil

You stared at the women standing before you. In a few short hours she was going to be married. She would no longer be Miss Hale. She would now be Mrs. McCall. She was marrying Scott’s oldest boy, who was only a few months younger than she was. You hugged her one last time before leaving the room to go find your seat. You sat down next to Scott and grabbed his hand. He gave yours a squeeze, “ It’s going to be okay mama.” he gently kissed your cheek as you looked up at the man standing at the altar. It was just so hard to believe that at one point in time, he was just a baby that you had over for playdates. You had always had your suspicions. Every time the pack got together they would go off somewhere just to hang out. Being the oldest 2 of the pack's kids they didn’t want to hang around the younger ones, but they were too young to hang with the adults. You heard the music and knew it was time.

Derek stood at the door waiting for his daughter to come out of a room. When she did he had to do a double take. This woman, she couldn’t be his daughter. His daughter was just a little girl. Still wearing pigtails and tu-tus. Not this beautiful woman wearing this white dress about to change her life forever. “Daddy?” He hadn’t realized that he was staring, “ Do I look okay?” He didn’t trust his voice as he felt tears well up in his eyes. “ Oh daddy.” She saw he was crying and she walked closer and pulled him into a hug. “You look beautiful baby. Absolutely stunning.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. He heard the music start playing. He offered up his elbow and she laced her arm through it. “ You ready?” He looked down at her. Seeing the big smile on her face, “ Born ready.” Then they started the walk towards the altar. It seemed like it took ages to get there. All he could see was this gorgeous woman beside him. His mind was flashing with memories. Everything from the day they brought her home, to her first tooth, first step, first word. Then to her riding a bike. Her first full shift. Her first car accident. Her first boyfriend. All the things he never thought would happen because he didn’t believe that he was father material. Buth this girl right next to him, she proved him wrong. He was father material. He was the best dad ever.

But right now she up and crying

And the truth is that he don't mind

As he kisses her good night

And she says her prayers

He lays down there beside her

Till her eyes are finally closed

And just watching her it breaks his heart

Cause he already knows

It wont be like this for long

One day soon that little girl is gonna be

All grown up and gone

“Derek?” The voice startled him awake, “What happened?” He looked around and realized that he was still in bed, in the loft. Shaking his head thinking of what he just saw, “ It’s your turn to feed her.” He slowly got out of bed and walked down the hall. Walking into her room he saw the infant crying in her crib. He felt a pang in his chest as he picked her up and made his way to the kitchen. Getting a bottle for her, he makes his way to the couch and lays on it and feeds his little girl. “This isn’t going to last long enough, is it?” She made a noise as she continued to drink from her bottle. After she finished he burped her and stayed lying and just talked to her. He told her all about the dream he had and how it had felt so real. Looking down at the little girl, now asleep on his chest, “ I’ll love you no matter what.” 

#teen wolf #teenwolf #teen wolf imagine #teenwolf imagine #derek hale #derekhale #derek hale imagine #daddy derek hale #reader #derek hale x reader #pack mom #pack #pack x reader #stiles stilinski #Stilinski #stiles stilinksi imagine #Scott McCall #scott mccall imagine

[golbrocklovely]

I hate salt n vinegar chips lol I hate the smell of vinegar and the taste is just so sour blehh!

I want a jeep too! Either a 4 door wrangler or a Cherokee!

I do and I don't wear makeup, my skin has been so bad the last couple years that any foundation looks awful on me and I can never find my correct shade. When I do put on makeup its at like 3 am and its almost always just eyeshadow lol I have a lot of juvias place pallettes and I just got the James Charles pallette! I really like it. I don't really have money for makeup that I really want so I mostly use drugstore. I like maybelline and loreal a lot. I really want a bunch of MILK products and some more laura mercier products (I only have the powder)

My style right now is honestly pretty basic maybe a little boho but lately I've been trying to channel my middle school emo girl. Trying to live out my og e-girl alt punk dreams lmao probably won't last long though my styles change so much lol

I haven't actually had any memorable dreams lately, thats weird I usually dream a lot and almost always remember them so the fact that I'm just now realizing I haven't been is tripping me out lmao

Have you ever smoked the devil's lettuce? Last book you read? Last 3 liked songs on Spotify (or whatever music streaming service you use)

vinegar smells so bad to me. but weirdly vinaigrette not as bad haha

omg yay ! i kinda want a two door jeep, or whatever is the cheapest tbh. idk why i have fixated on a jeep. it could be from the years i dedicated to watching teen wolf and just believed i am stiles lmao

i recommend if you want some cheap makeup that's actually really good, try colourpop. i have a bunch of their products and they work well. their monochromatic palettes are really nice.

it's funny how much makeup i own when i literally don't use it. i think to some degree i just like that i have the option to do makeup if i want to now lol

that's cool ! i went thru a bit of a boho aesthetic when i first got into college. but i've definitely come back around to my true form: someone that looks like they work at hot topic lmao it's honestly the one style i always feel cute in. i recommend everyone to go thru an emo phase.

i always try to remember my dreams bc sometimes they are just so cool (and i've literally made stories based off of dreams i've had). they don't usually make the most architectural sense, but they're nice nonetheless lol i swear my dream land is basically a m.c. escher painting sometimes

i've never smoked mary j, but i have had it shotgunned at me (basically someone blew the smoke into my mouth). i was really drunk. i don't really recommend it. just actually smoke it if you wanna haha

i started reading a stephen king novel, but never got around to finishing it. it seems good tho. it's called 'the outsider'. but the last full book i read was called 'there's someone inside your house' by stephanie perkins. it was so good i read it all in one night. it's gonna be a netflix movie at some point so i'm excited for when that's gonna happen.

and the last three songs on spotify i liked were actually all from colby's playlist, which is funny bc i don't really listen to it. these were just the songs from the original release that i liked. and i liked all of these back in aug. i don't really use spotify all that much.

two year plan - such gold

have you ever been in love - the ivy

in the middle of it all - citizen

questions: what is your favorite disney channel original movie (halloween themed and regular haha), who's closet would you rather have: sam or colbys?, do you believe in any conspiracy theories?

#ask #personal

[ellewritesathing]

So Close - S.S. XXXII

Summary: The universe has a funny way of putting the things you want right in front of you, but just out of reach. Stiles and Y/N have been best friends ever since Scott brought him home, but when Stiles realizes that he might want to be something other than best friends, she leaves to go to some fancy private school up North. Now that she’s back though … maybe he’s got a shot? A Teen Wolf AU in which the reader has always been so close to Stiles and yet so far.

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A/N: hands up who thought we’d survive getting to senior (technically junior) year?

The good news: You survived months of professional assassins trying to murder everyone you loved and months of being held prisoner by an evil fox spirit, and you passed all your finals. You were a junior now. The bad news: It was a full moon and you were chained to a tree to keep from murdering your aforementioned loved ones. And the blood on Liam’s hands didn’t make it any easier to stay in control. 

You’d been through this so many times with Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Malia, Scott, and Liam, but you never understood how much the moon changed them. You knew about it, on paper, but actually experiencing it was a completely different story. 

As cheesy and disgusting as it sounded, focusing on Stiles was the only thing that kept you in control. You’d tried other, less cliche, methods with Scott to prepare but none of them stuck - at least not the way listening to Stiles’ heartbeat stuck. 

He was nervous tonight, but not because of you or Liam. He was nervous because tonight was the first phase of his grand plan for the pack to stay together after senior year. If you were going to be stuck in Beacon Hills for another year, you weren’t sure how you fit into that grand plan.

Lightning struck overhead and Stiles’ heart leaped for a second. “Do you think it’s been long enough?” he asked Scott. 

“Yes!” Liam yelled from the tree next to you. 

“Hey,” Stiles said as they turned to look at the two of you. “We’re trying to have an adult conversation over here. Not you, babe. You’re-”

“Alright, that’s disgusting and you’re only two years older than me,” Liam said. “And I’m fine. Just let me go.” 

“Are you sure?” Scott asked as he hopped off the Jeep’s hood. He made his way over with the key for all the locks and chains as the sky rumbled overhead. 

Liam complained some more about how of course he was sure and you just tried to not look like you were dying as they came over. 

“It’s not that we don’t trust you,” Scott started, doing his best to keep the peace. 

“It’s that I don’t trust you,” Stiles said - peace be damned - before looking over to you. “Again, babe, not you-” 

“It was one slip up!” Liam whined. 

“Slip up?” Stiles repeated. “A dozen calls to the Sheriff's Department about a ‘monstrous dog-boy’ running around the streets of Beacon Hills naked. That slip up?” 

You frowned as Stiles helped you out of all the chains. His hands were warm and you leaned on him more than you should have when he held you in his arms. Focusing on staying in control and blocking out the impending storm was a lot more tiring than you expected. “Hey, biscuit, why were you naked?” 

“It was really hot out that night, okay?” Liam said defensively. “Let me go. It won’t happen again.”

“You’re in complete and total control?” Scott asked. 

You wanted to say something about the blood but something in Liam’s face changed your mind. He’d been so sweet with helping you these past few nights; it kind of felt like you owed him one.

“Yeah,” Liam lied. “Complete and total.” 

“Great, then let’s get on the road,” Stiles said, squeezing your arm for a second before letting go to scoop up all the chains. 

You walked ahead with Scott so you could get settled in the backseat of the Jeep. You sighed and leaned your head against the window as you tried to breathe. Scott was leaning in through the window and looking at you when you opened your eyes again. 

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

“I think so,” you said. “Still a little new at this.” 

“You’re doing great,” Scott said with a smile. He tapped against the side of the Jeep before moving out of the way so Liam could pile in.

Liam and Stiles had been arguing from the moment they got in the car to the moment Stiles pulled over to check what was wrong with the Jeep, and the ceasefire was only because you and Liam had to stay in the car. Liam looked at you for a second before offering you one of his earbuds. You shook your head and he shrugged before popping one in his ear. 

You yanked it out as lightning struck the ground about fifty feet away. The sound made your skull want to explode. “Did you see that?”

“See what?” Liam asked. 

The lightning struck again and the two of you jumped in your seats. Both of you scrambled to hang out the Jeep’s windows, despite the strike still ricocheting through your head. 

“Guys!” 

“Yeah, give us a second, please,” Stiles said, ripping another piece of duct tape for the engine. 

“Just stay in the car, okay?” Scott asked. 

“We’re still in the car but-” you were cut off by another lightning strike, this time maybe ten feet away from where Scott and Stiles were fiddling with the engine. 

Stiles’ heartbeat raced. “That was close,” he said, sounding calmer than he felt. “Very close.” 

Scott slammed the Jeep’s hood shut a second before it kicked back to life. You’d never seen the two of them jump like that because of an inanimate object. Well, excluding that time in sixth grade but you tried not to dwell on it.

“Okay, will you please get in the car now?” you asked, voice strained. You didn’t like the sound of Stiles’ heart beating like that and you definitely didn’t like how close that lightning was. 

All the excitement made you lose control for a second and you dug your nails into your palms to keep your cool. Pain made you human. Pain made you- Stiles slipped his hand through the gap between the door and his seat. Maybe pain wasn’t the only thing that made you human. 

You held his hand the rest of the way to Malia’s. Usually, you were the one that got smushed into the middle seat, but tonight you made Liam do it. No one seemed to mind until he brought up Malia’s super secret summer school adventure.

“You told him?” Malia asked. 

“Oh, no. All they said was that you had to go to summer school ‘cause the principal said your test scores weren’t good enough and you might have to repeat junior year,” Liam said with a smile. 

“We should’ve left him chained to the tree,” Stiles mumbled under the wrath of Malia’s glare. 

Malia tightened her jaw and you reached your hand over Liam to find her. “Hey,” you said gently. “I went to summer school too, remember?”

Malia didn’t say anything else for the rest of the drive to the hospital, and you didn’t think she’d say anything else while the two of you waited in the hospital for Scott and Stiles to get back. 

“I still don’t know why you and I are here,” she said eventually, arms crossed over her chest. 

“Because I’m not a senior and you’re undetermined?” you asked, turning around to look at her. You closed your eyes for a second to block out the hospital lights. 

Malia didn’t notice. “I just think … shouldn’t we wait until we know for sure?” 

“Probably,” you said with a sigh. “But this is really important to Stiles, so even if I’m not technically allowed at Senior Scribe, I’m still gonna- Oh, here they come. That’s still so weird.”

“You get used to it,” Malia shrugged.

“-Like what?” Scott asked when they were close enough. 

“Like, uh, ‘Don’t worry, we’re not exclusive. Go have fun with other guys,’” Stiles said.

“What? No, no way,” Scott said. 

Stiles turned to you and Malia. “Uh, ladies, if you were going away and the person you’re dating said ‘Don’t worry, go have fun,’ what would you think they were talking about?” 

“You mean fun like sex with other people?” Malia asked. 

You popped your head around her to look at Scott and Stiles. “Or fun like bowling?”

“Okay, yeah, now I’m worried,” Scott mumbled as he pulled his phone out to check something. Some paramedics rolled a patient passed you and he looked up to your mom. “Hey, Mom, where’s all this coming from?” 

“A jackknifed tractor-trailer on 115 caused a major pile up,” Mel said over her shoulder. 

“Okay, okay, there’s only one way back into Beacon Hills from the airport,” Stiles said, taking a breath. “Kira’s never gonna make it.”

“I can get her,” Scott said, already walking out the door. “You guys head to the school. Lydia’s probably already there. We’ll meet you by midnight-” 

You hated the sound of that plan. “Scott, is that really such a good idea with the-”

“By midnight,” Scott said. “Promise.”

---

Siles hadn’t wanted you to stay at the hospital with Liam, but he gave in when he realized that you’d have to wait in the Jeep in the storm and remembered how much you hated storms. It was a good thing too because Liam came running up to you in the waiting room maybe half an hour after everyone left babbling about Scott and something that attacked Parrish. 

After getting some clarification, the two of you ran to the school. The blood pumping through your body and the power in your muscles made you feel alive again. You hadn’t felt like this in such a long time that you almost didn’t want to stop.

Then you remembered that some guy with power-stealing talons was after your brother. 

It took a second to process the scene in front of you: Scott had been thrown against the wall and Kira was crumbled a few feet away from the biggest, angriest werewolf you’d ever seen. 

Your second was up and you ran at him from behind, legs wrapping around his waist and using the crook of your elbow to cut off his air supply as you applied pressure to the back of his head with your other hand. He struggled against you but your grip was too tight. He slammed you against the wall and you could have sworn your ribs started cracking the second time he did. When you started losing your grip, you panicked and gripped a fistful of his hair to pull his neck to the side. You sank your teeth into his neck. 

It was revolting. 

Metallic. 

He used your surprise to slam you into the wall again, this time coming loose from your grip completely. He picked you up off the floor by your neck, sliding you up the wall as you sputtered his blood back onto his hand. 

That’s when it happened. He dropped out of the sky and made a bee-line for where you were fighting for your life. The taloned werewolf dropped you to deal with the new threat. 

You spat out any remaining blood on the concrete and tried to breathe again as you watched them fight. The new guy clearly knew what he was doing but that didn’t stop the big guy from knocking him down and going for Scott again. 

He sank his claws into your brother’s stomach just as Liam and the others got there. You struggled to your feet but Scott had it handled; he rose up and broke the werewolf’s arm before pulling the leftover claws out of his stomach. 

“I don’t know who you are or what you thought you were going to do, but I’ll give you a choice,” Scott told him. “You can stay and I’ll break something else. Or you can run.” 

The werewolf looked between Scott and the rest of you. 

“I’d run,” Stiles said.

The taloned werewolf hobbled out into the rain and disappeared into the dark as you ran over to Scott. He pushed away your attempts to check on him, instead using his sleeve to wipe your chin. He didn’t seem happy with the result but the others were closing the distance and he didn’t have the time to fuss anymore. 

Your friends made a semi-circle around Scott and appraised the new guy. He wasn’t one of you, but he helped.

The new guy laughed as he came over, amused by everyone’s clear distrust of him. “You don’t remember me, do you?” he asked. “I guess I look a little different since the fourth grade.”

“Theo?” Scott asked. 

Your eyes shot over to Stiles’. Theo Raeken? your look asked. 

No way in hell, his look answered. 

“You know him?” Malia asked. 

“They used to,” Theo said. “Trust me, I never thought I’d see you guys again. Couple of months ago, I heard of an Alpha in Beacon Hills, and when I found out his name was Scott McCall … I just couldn’t believe it. Not just an Alpha, but a True Alpha.”

“What do you want?” Scott asked.

“I came back to Beacon Hills - back home with my family - because I want to be part of your pack,” Theo said.

“Sorry,” you said. Theo’s eyes drifted to you and you couldn’t tell if he was impressed by how much you’d changed or by the bloodstains on your chin. “We’re at capacity. Try again next year.” 

Scott turned to you with a sigh. “Y/N-” 

“No, Scott, it’s okay,” Theo said. He was dangerously calm. “I’m here to stay, so you guys take your time. Think about it. You know where to find me.” 

--- 

“And?” you asked as Stiles piled back into the Jeep. He sighed as he slammed the door shut behind him. “Did your dad buy your pretty please?” 

“No, but he did buy my threat to rope Parrish in, which worked just as well,” Stiles said, pulling his seatbelt out and buckling it in. “Theo’s got a speeding ticket.” 

“That’s it?” you asked. 

“What do you mean that’s it?” Stiles asked. “One single speeding ticket from eight years ago, signed by his dad. That’s suspicious. Who speeds?” 

“Everyone speeds. You speed,” you said. You bit your lip and tapped your fingers on your leg. “But I still don’t trust him.” 

“You don’t?” Stiles asked. “Didn’t you used to have a crush on him?” 

“Ew, no!” you scoffed. “I hated that little creep.” 

“But you were always so mean to him,” Stiles said. “I thought that meant you had a crush on someone in the fourth grade.” 

“Well, I was in the third grade and back then being mean to people just meant you didn’t like them,” you said. You interlaced your fingers with Stiles’ over the gearshift. “Besides, you’re the only one I’ve ever had a crush on.” 

“Aww, you had a crush on me?” Stiles asked. “That’s kind of lame, babe.” 

“We’re literally dating.” 

“Still.”

Stiles always drove you to school on the first day, and you thought that would make you feel less nervous but your nerves sky-rocketed the second you got into the school. Everything was too loud, too bright, and too overwhelming. So when Stiles found you between fourth and fifth period saying he and Scott were going to interrogate Theo, you jumped at the chance.

Theo didn’t seem to mind your presence in the locker room so much, but Scott didn’t seem to like you skipping classes on the first day of school. It was difficult to care about Scott’s disapproval when you knew you’d have torn the throat out of the next kid who asked to borrow a pencil.

Theo’s story about skateboarding and getting injured was convincing enough. The details made it seem real and the parts he skipped kept it concise; either you and Stiles were paranoid or he was a really good liar.

“Right. So why aren’t you part of his pack then?” Stiles asked. You and him were leaning against the lockers a few feet away from where Scott and Theo were talking, but you were pretty sure they could feel his distrust from all the way over there. “Why didn’t he come back for you?”

“Because, by the time of my first full moon, he was dead,” Theo answered. 

“And you know this how?” you asked.

“I met another one of his pack a couple weeks later,” Theo said, nodding his head at you. “He told me the Alpha that bit me was killed by two of his own Betas. They were twins.” 

Scott looked over at you and Stiles. The twins had to be Ethan and Aiden, but they had to kill their whole pack to get in with Deucalion. Did they let someone live like Kali did?

“Scott, listen to my pulse,” Theo said. “I’m telling the truth.” 

“Right, or you just know how to steady your heart rate while lying your ass off,” Stiles said as he pushed himself off the lockers.

“Why would I lie?” Theo asked. 

“Because maybe you’re not who you say you are,” Stiles said. 

“Okay, uh-” Theo took a breath and looked over at Scott. “In the fourth grade, you had an inhaler. I had one too. I remember this day where I ended up in the nurse’s office with an asthma attack. A bad one. I was waiting to be taken to the ER, you were waiting for the principal. You told me what would happen when you go to the ER for asthma. How they give you oxygen, an IV of prednisone. You made it sound easy. Like everything would be okay.” 

Stiles rolled his eyes next to you but you put a hand on his shoulder. You were trying to focus on Theo’s heartbeat and that was difficult with all the sarcasm next to you. 

“I’ve been by myself this whole time. Everybody knows that lone wolves- they don’t make it on their own,” Theo continued. “I swear I’m that same kid from fourth grade. I was hoping you are too.” 

The bell rang out before Scott got the chance to answer. Theo mumbled something about making a good impression as he left and you and Stiles drifted closer to Scott. He seemed convinced but you knew Scott wouldn’t do anything without Stiles’ blessing. 

“No,” Stiles said. “Don’t give me that look.”

“We have to give people the benefit of the doubt sometimes,” Scott said.

“Not this time!” Stiles argued. “I’m right. There’s something off about him. I can feel it.” 

“You can’t seriously trust him after all this time, can you?” you asked. 

“You trusted Isaac after not seeing him for years,” Scott said. “You trusted him more than me, remember?” 

“That was different. That was Isaac,” you said. The second bell rang out and you sighed. “We’ll talk later, okay?” You squeezed Scott’s arm and kissed Stiles’ cheek. “I’ll meet you guys in the library after school.”

As you left, you could still hear the two of them bickering over the benefit of the doubt. Scott had a point, but you didn’t like Theo when he was ten years old and you sure as hell didn’t like him now. 

You put your bad feelings on hold as you got through the rest of your day, and you couldn’t mention them during your study session at the library. Malia got seriously annoyed when people interrupted her train of thought, and you weren’t going to be the unlucky victim of one of her glares. Thankfully, Stiles took your place. 

He burst through the library and slapped two pieces of paper down on the table in front of you. He leaned on the back of your chair as he waited for one of you to say something. 

“So you found something?” Scott asked. 

“Another signature,” Stiles answered. “This is Theo’s dad’s signature on a speeding ticket from eight years ago.” He tapped the speeding ticket to prove his point before moving onto the next piece of paper. “And this is his dad’s signature on a transfer form to Beacon Hills High School from just a few days ago.”

“How did you get his transfer form?” Kira asked.

“You didn’t break into the Administration Office, did you?” Scott asked. 

“No, I did not break into the Administration Office,” Stiles scoffed. You tilted your head up to look at him. “What? Okay, I might have broken into the Administration Office. Can we just focus on the signatures, please?” He tapped the papers again. “They’re different.”

“They’re sort of different,” Malia said.

“They’re completely different!” Stiles said. “Come on. Look: the garlands don’t match, the undulations of the sinuous stroke are totally off. And look- look at this. Perfect example of the Criminal Tremor.” 

“So now, Theo is Theo, but his parents aren’t his parents?” Kira asked. 

“Someone’s not someone,” Stiles said. 

You slid the papers around and looked at them. Malia was right about them being ‘sort of different,’ but how many receipts had you signed that your signatures looked nothing alike? The key to a good forgery was getting it as similar as possible, and these signatures were pretty damn similar. 

“And when I figure out who that someone really is,” Stiles continued, “Someone’s in big trouble.”

“But no one’s actually done anything wrong,” Scott said hesitantly. 

“Yet!” Stiles said. “If Theo’s parents are both psychotic killers, then obviously we shouldn’t trust him, right?” 

“My parents are Peter and The Desert Wolf,” Malia said. 

“Okay-” Stiles rubbed his forehead. “It’s fine. You know what? I’ll figure it out myself. Alright? I don’t need you or you or you.” He paused when he saw the look on your face and relented slightly, “Okay, I kind of need you, but not right now. Right now, I don’t need anyone!” 

Stiles blew out of the library just as quickly and dramatically as he came in. 

You sighed and started closing your books. Shoving your books into your bag, you said, “I’m gonna follow him. You coming?” 

“Duh,” Scott said. He was already standing with his bag on his back.

---

You and Scott stood next to the Jeep for what felt like hours waiting for Stiles and Liam to get back. While you did, you argued about why you couldn’t follow them through the woods (because you’re not there to spy on them!), Scott asked you why you were skipping classes on the first day (because you just needed a break!), and the both of you wished they’d just come out of the damn woods already. 

It wasn’t that you and Scott didn’t get along, it was just that things were more intense since you’d died. Everything was heightened and the only person that really understood that was Scott, so he got the worst of your outbursts. To be fair, it never lasted long. The two of you had made up long before Stiles and Liam showed up.

“Find anything?” Scott asked. 

“Nope,” Stiles lied, heading for the driver’s side of the Jeep.

“I fell in a hole,” Liam said with an unusual smile.

“Right on, buddy,” you said, putting an arm around him and walking him a few feet back to give them some space. 

The Jeep started stammering again when Stiles tried to turn it on. He called your name and asked you to get in the front seat and turn the ignition when he asked. You did as he said as he popped up the Jeep’s hood. You tried the Jeep and it sputtered again. Scott tried to talk to Stiles and he argued. You tried the Jeep again and it faltered. Scott tried to talk to Stiles again and he exploded. 

“Why can’t you trust anyone?” Scott asked. 

“Because you trust everyone!” Stiles yelled. He slammed his fist into the engine and you felt the vibrations in your seat and the impact in your bones. 

You started opening the door but Liam reached out for your arm across the gearshift. “Stiles-” 

“Are you okay?” Scott asked.

“I’m fine,” Stiles lied. His heart was racing, but that didn’t shake out the sound of his fist hitting the metal out of your head.

“It could be broken,” you said quietly, mostly to yourself than to Liam or anyone else. “He could’ve broken his hand.” 

You couldn’t focus on anything else until the Jeep kicked back to life underneath you. Looking up, you met Stiles’ eyes through the windshield - you didn’t know who looked like more ready to cry. 

“Get in,” you said. “I’ll take you home. Scott can take Liam.” 

“But I-” 

“I can take you home,” Scott said. He nodded at you as Liam got out of the car. The two of them drove away before Stiles even got in the car. 

The door came to a deafeningly quiet close and you didn’t know what to say to him so you didn’t. You didn’t realize this was bothering him so much. Maybe it wasn’t this specifically, but this in general. The ever-changing this.

“Look, I know you think I’m crazy but I just don’t trust him, okay?” Stiles said. He was trying so hard to keep his voice level. “There’s something about him. Something off. I can feel it and I- I just need to prove it.” 

“I didn’t think you were crazy,” you said. “I’ve never thought you were crazy, Stiles. Not now. Not when you were in Eichen. Not even when you were thirteen and convinced me that stealing a police cruiser was a good idea.” You shook your head and started the car. “I just wish you’d talked to me.” 

“I know,” Stiles said with a sigh. He rubbed his forehead again, and then he winced at the pain in his hand. “I’m sorry.” 

Neither of you said anything for the rest of the drive home, but after five minutes, Stiles moved his hand over to yours on the gearshift. It was cold, still a bit shaky, and it made your heart race just like it always did. 

The first things you did when you got to the Stilinski’s was shower and get changed. Melissa said she’d take you home after her hospital shift, but you weren’t sure you could wait that long to get something to eat. It had been a long day. Rubbing your face, you stumbled back to Stiles’ room. 

He was sitting on his bed, staring at his conspiracy boards, but he leaned over and grabbed a very familiar metal bottle from the nightstand. “Come on, it’s been at least 12 hours since you had anything.” 

“Stiles, I can’t eat in front of you.” You looked down and knocked on the door frame. “It’s pretty morbid.” 

“Babe, I’ve seen morbid and this isn’t it,” Stiles said. You weren’t convinced so he held out the bottle again. “Please? Then we can get some sleep.” 

“Okay,” you said softly. 

You sat on the floor in front of his bed and unscrewed the top. The sticky sweet smell hit you like a ton of bricks and you downed it in a matter of minutes. It felt like a disgusting breath of fresh air. 

Stiles put a hand on your shoulder and you rested your head on his knee. He ran a hand through your hair and the two of you stayed like that for a few moments before you got up and sat on the bed with him. 

“Why does it feel-” you started with a sigh as you pushed some hair out of Stiles’ face “-like everything’s already overwhelming and depressing?” 

“Because school started and everyone always tries to kill us when school starts,” Stiles sighed. He pressed a kiss to your temple and pulled you into his chest. Listening to his heart like this was always better than using super-hearing to listen from afar. 

“I won’t let anyone kill you,” you said, fingers tracing patterns on his chest. 

“Yeah, I know,” Stiles said. His arms tightened around your waist. “No matter what, right?” 

“I think we might have to find a new thing,” you said. “The nogitsune … why don’t you just tell me you love me?” 

“I love you,” Stiles said without missing a beat. 

You leaned up and kissed his jaw. “I love you too.”

Part 33

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#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles slow burn #mccall!reader #so close #teen wolf #teen wolf au #teen wolf rewrite

[louisapennyfeather2021]

Teen Wolf Imagine

Jack's story:

Jack Kelly.

Orphan. Artist. Goofball. Cowboy. Jacky. He goes by many names. He never had the best home life up until his thirteenth birthday when he was placed in the loving home of Ms. Medda Larkin. Of course it took him a while to get used to it, but it helped that a boy from one of his other foster homes was there with him. Jack had been in a foster home with Anthony Higgins, also known as Racetrack or Race, for years before they were separated. Jack always thought of him as his little brother, despite Race only being a few months younger than him.

Flashforward three years. Jack and Race are sixteen, midway through their sophomore year of high school. Both have made a pact to behave as best they can with Ms. Medda because she's a wonderful foster mom. That and Race's biological older brother, Louis also known as Kid Blink, is the sheriff of their small town. Both Jack and Race are in lacrosse, although both aren't particularly good. They stick with it on the ideology that they can maybe make first line.

Jack's doing practices in his room one night when he hears noise outside his room. He's immediately tense. Race was supposed to be having a sleepover at his brother's house and Ms. Medda was working as a nurse at the hospital, leaving him home alone. So Jack grabs his nearest weapon, which happens to be a baseball bat from when he went through that phase, and he sneaks downstairs towards his front door. He walks outside, trying to be as quiet as possible when suddenly someone drops down from his roof.

Jack screams.

And a now flailing Race screams, scrabbling away from Jack's bat.

They both yell at each other, although Race yells about why they even have a bat, before Race says he heard a conversation over his brother's police radio.

One that said someone found a dead body in the woods on the nearby preserve. And not just a body.

Half of the body.

Race convinces Jack to come search for either half of the body with him, both curious and Race just wondering if he can find the body before his brother. Race drives a beat up Jeep his brother handed down to him and both boys all but fly out of the vehicle when they reach the preserve. Jack's a nervous wreck, prompting him to take puffs of his inhaler being that Jack unfortunately has asthma.

Race drags Jack through the preserve until suddenly there are flashlights. Jack is quick enough to hide, although Race isn't so lucky as his brother grabs the collar of his shirt and drags Race to his police cruiser, all while chastising his erratic spaz of a little brother for being so careless. Jack makes a break back towards Race's keep to take it home, but he manages to get lost. He trips and slides down a short hill and when he lands at the bottom, he's shocked by what he finds.

The top half of woman.

He panics, scrambling away and running. Soon enough he needs to take his inhaler again since it's hard to breathe, but he's distracted when there's rustling nearby. He doesn't get a chance to yell when a heard of deer bolt past him, knocking him down and sending his inhaler far into the foliage of the forest. Shaken, he sits up, searching for his inhaler when he hears a growl. His heart palpitates and he's frozen as a large, dark mass runs at him. There's a sharp pain in his side before the mass disappears into the forest.

Scared beyond reason, Jack runs again until he finds himself on a road with headlights blinding him. He successfully avoids the car before hurrying as fast as he can home.

When he gets home, he's glad to see Medda isn't home yet. He goes to his room and hesitantly checks his side. He gasps as he pulls his hoodie up, reveling his side.

Instead of clear skin, there's a bloodied mark. Jack can't help but notice how it resembles and animal bite mark, like a dog of sorts. He cleans it carefully and bandages it before lethargically climbing into bed and paying no mind to it.

It's Race who wakes him up, asking all kinds of rapid fire questions like is he okay. Jack says he found half of the body, but that he also got attacked by something. He goes to show Race the bite, but he's shocked when it's healed completely with no trace of a wound. Race calls his bluff and laughs off Jack's paranoia.

Flashforward a few days to lacrosse practice. Today are the tryouts for the first line. Jack is ready, he knows he'll make it. Race is just hoping he doesn't get benched all season like usual. Jack is annoyed when he meets the gaze of his number one opponent for making first line: Hotshot Ferreri. Junior captain of the team, Coach Hannah's golden boy, the star athlete. He's the most popular kid in school.

On a personal note, he's always held himself so high and mighty, which annoys Jack. Race doesn't like Hotshot because he's a douche. Also because he's dating Race's crush since middle school, the infamous Albert DaSilva. For the past few days, Jack has been even more annoyed with Hotshot since he has become extremely close with the new girl in school, also known as Sarah Jacobs and Jack's new crush.

Anyway, tryouts start and immediately Race notices how good Jack is. It's unnatural. Coach Hannah put him in as goalie and Race is both excited and extremely confused when Jack blocks every throw, keeping everyone out of the net. That is, until it's Hotshot's turn.

Hotshot and Jack stare each other down through their face masks. Hotshot makes a play to get around Jack, which only results in Jack colliding with him. Hotshot falls to the ground, yelling in pain and holding his shoulder. It's then Race really knows something's wrong, so he drags Jack off the field and to the locker rooms.

It's there that Race sees that Jack's eyes aren't their normal color. Instead, they glow yellow. Race tries to run, but Jack's quick. He opts for grabbing his nearest defense; a fire extinguisher. After a solid thirty seconds and nearly the entire canister being emptied, Jack is calm again.

It's the that both boys realize something's definitely not right.

Jack's bite mark healing, his glowing eyes, his new found strength and agility on the field. Race immediately says he's a Werewolf, although Jack denies this and says it's stupid. They both discuss this as they retrace their steps on the preserve the night of the attack.

And that's where they meet Spot.

Well know around town for his family's entire home burning down, leaving just him and his cousin surviving, although his cousin is practically brain dead. Spot tells the boys to leave, that they're on private property. Jack claims they were just looking for something.

And that's when Spot tosses Jack his inhaler.

Without another word, while both boys are distracted by the inhaler, Spot disappears.

After that day, Race convinced Jack to consider the idea of being a werewolf.

And it only gets crazier from there.

Just a thought process I had. Sending me asks or messages if you want to see other imagines like this or of anything else. I'll probably make more of these for Teen Wolf, but don't be afraid to send me an ask!

#newsies memes #newsies imagines #newsies broadway #newsies imagine #newsies #newsies au #teen wolf au

[thegayagenda-forkids]

Teen Wolf

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Buffy kept her eyes trained on T.J. Kippen. She didn’t fully trust him. He had been dating her best friend for five months now and of course she was happy that the two seemed to care greatly for each other, and that’s all she wanted, but she was afraid for Cyrus. T.J. always acted weird once a month.

T.J. would retreat from everyone in the world except for Cyrus once a month, and at first, Buffy suspected that he was trans like her own boyfriend, but that was disproved since all of the people in their friend group were quite open about their gender identities and sexualities. Then Buffy started paying more attention.

She would look over his shoulder whenever he was online and see moon phase calendars, and there was always a date circled in his locker, which Buffy started looking up. Why was he always circling the date of the full moon? Then she noticed more weird things. One day, she saw a pair of handcuffs fall out of his backpack and he quickly shoved them into his locker, thinking nobody saw them. He always got extra protein at lunch and one time she saw no less than fifteen packs of beef jerky in his locker and four more in his backpack.

“Okay, Kippen, speak,” she said cornering him one day.

“Woof woof,” he said dryly.

“Funny, but seriously, talk.”

“What would you like to talk about? Politics? Current events? How climate change is real and politicians denying it is causing a rapid end to life as we know it?” He was changing out his history book for his math book and putting it in his bag.

“I’m talking about how weird you’re acting…” she said, looking at the calendar he hung up. “Two days before the full moon.”

T.J. paused a little and looked at her. “How do you know it’s the full moon in two days?”

“How do you?” She asked. “It’s circled one your calendar. And I know you were looking into it on your phone...it’s really easy to read over your shoulder.”

“Okay...and?”

“Why are you looking that up?”

“Ever thought to consider that I just like astronomy?”

“If Cyrus said that, I’d believe it.”

“Then why not consider that I’m taking Cyrus out for stargazing and a full moon is one of the best nights to stargaze?”

“Because it falls on a Wednesday and Cyrus hates staying up late for the next day at school.”

“Maybe you don’t know him as well as you thought. He’s sleeping over.”

Buffy scoffed. “He wouldn’t sleep over in the middle of a week.”

“Ask him yourself,” he said. “We already made plans.” He closed his locker and he walked off to class.

________

Buffy did ask Cyrus. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m staying over at his house on Wednesday, why?”

“You never stay over on a weekday! You never have!” She said. “That’s what you always told me and Andi when we invited you over.”

“Things change,” he said. “And you’re not my romantic interest.”

“Ugh, don’t tell me you two refer to each other like that,” Buffy mock-gagged.

“No, we use proper pet names, like babe, sweetheart, muffin, teddy.”

“Muffin and Teddy are not proper pet names,” she said.

“To us they are. Muffin for me, Teddy for him.”

“You two are undeniably and irritatingly sweet,” she said. “But...have you not noticed T.J. acting weird?”

“He’s not acting weird.”

“He’s tracking moon phases.”

“He’s interested in astronomy.”

“Lie.”

“I’m interested in astronomy.”

“More believable lie,” she relented slightly. “But a lie nonetheless.”

Cyrus got a text and he read it before putting his phone away. “We’re going stargazing.”

“Cyrus...I’m not sure if I trust T.J.”

“You just hate him,” he sighed. “You have since the seventh grade.”

“I actually stopped hating him,” she said. “Remember? He rapped the apology, I accepted him, I said he used to be the worst but now he’s the best?” She stepped in front of Cyrus. “I’m worried about you. I don’t want him hurting you.”

Cyrus sighed. “Trust me...you shouldn’t be worried about him hurting me.” He stepped around her and went to class.

________

Even Andi, Marty, and Amber were saying that she was being too paranoid. Jonah had no opinions. “You guys say I’m too oblivious, so I don’t see anything, but I don’t see anything in general.”

“Jonah, no offense, but you’re no help here,” she groaned. “Come on, guys, nobody acts that way! And handcuffs?!”

“She you sure that you saw handcuffs?” Andi asked.

“Maybe Cyrus wanted handcuffs?” Marty asked, and everyone threw their napkins at his face.

“No dirty jokes about Cyrus!” Andi said.

“It wasn’t even a joke! But I won’t suggest it again,” he said, putting his arms up.

“Look,” Buffy said. “Amber, you know T.J. better than anyone. What’s going on with him?”

“No clue,” she said. “He asked me if I could sleep over at Andi’s on Wednesday, and I’m not one to complain. Every time Cyrus is over at our place, mom is always on the night shift now and I’m at Andi’s.”

“You go to Andi’s every full moon?” Buffy asked suspiciously.

“I don’t exactly pay attention to the moon phases either,” Amber said. “But about once a month.”

Jonah stopped and raised an eyebrow. “Buffy...are you accusing T.J. of being a werewolf?”

Buffy stopped and looked around her friends sitting at their booth in The Spoon. “Yeah that does sound crazy...doesn’t it?”

“Completely,” Marty said. “Please tell me you don’t think that.”

Buffy looked down. “I wasn’t….”

“Oh my god, that's what you’re thinking now!” Jonah gasped.

“You put it in my head Jonah!”

“Buffy, T.J. may reek like wet dog,” Amber said. “But he’s not a werewolf.”

________

Buffy couldn’t get it out of her head as she watched him right up until he and Cyrus were supposed to be sleeping over. Werewolf made no sense but it also made all the sense in the world. The handcuffs were for T.J. to keep himself chained, probably...right? Unless…

Buffy’s next search was if werewolves ate humans. All search results said that humans could be eaten by werewolves, but that werewolves didn’t seek them out specifically. That didn’t help ease Buffy’s head.

“Cyrus, you just gotta trust me! You can’t go to T.J.’s house tonight!”

“Buffy, I already made plans,” he said, packing his bag for his homework. “We’ve had this planned for weeks.”

“Yeah...but who knows what he has planned?”

“Probably stargazing and watching movies, like we usually do.”

“I saw handcuffs!”

“Maybe we want to go past PG-13…?” His red face made Buffy absolutely sure that nothing like that would happen.

“Cyrus, I wasn’t born yesterday.”

“And neither was I,” he said. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” He closed his locker and met up with T.J., holding his hand as they walked back to the Kippen house.

__________

Buffy wondered if she was going too far as she sat in her car outside said Kippen house watching the two boys sit on the porch just talking and laughing with each other. Then she watched the sun start to go down and both of them go inside. She saw T.J.’s bedroom window was open and the two kissed before there was strange movement. They both went down to the floor, but then only T.J. got up and left the bedroom.

The moon started going up and Buffy panicked. T.J. was alone in a house with Cyrus on the full moon and he was acting too weird for nothing supernatural to be happening. She opened the door and heard the growling, and then a howl. Buffy slammed her car door in a panic and ran inside the house, thankfully the front door was unlocked.

T.J. was in the kitchen with bags of beef jerky in his arms when Buffy ran in. “Don’t hurt him!”

He stared at Buffy like she had grown a third head...though to be fair she was standing in his kitchen after throwing the door open.

“What?! Driscoll what the hell are you doing in my house?!”

“Don’t hurt Cyrus! I uh…I dunno…” she looked in his kitchen drawer nearest her and found a little Chinese take out packet and tore it open, revealing chopsticks, and she held it in her hand like a weapon. “I’ll stake you!”

“Buffy, you think I’m a vampire?!”

“Wait...stakes are vampires...uh…” she took off her earring. “I’ll stab you with silver.”

T.J. groaned. “You think I’m the werewolf.”

“You aren’t a werewolf?”

“No I’m not a werewolf!”

“But the handcuffs...beef jerky...moon calendar?” She heard the howl again and tensed up. “THAT NOISE?!”

He sighed. “Clearly that didn’t come from me, did it?”

“Cyrus...he’s upstairs...he could be in danger! Cyrus!” She bounded up the stairs and T.J. had to run after her, dropping a few bags of jerky.

Of course anyone else would have put two and two together earlier, and in hindsight, Buffy knew she should have thought of this sooner, but she was too busy wanting to save her best friend that she opened the door and screamed at the wolf man sitting where she saw Cyrus last.

The wolf snarled, handcuffed to the radiator and started to lunge at her when T.J. pulled her back and out of the room. “Cy...it’s okay...it’s okay…you’re just hungry.”

The wolf man kept snarling as T.J. slowly approached, keeping a hand up to warn Buffy to stay back. The wolf man...Cyrus...sniffed and seemed to recognize the scent. T.J. left an open bag of jerky in front of him then walked away, grabbing Buffy and pulling her outside his bedroom before closing the door.

She stared at the closed door. “Cyrus is the werewolf?!”

“Yeah…”

“Since when?! Why didn’t he tell us?!”

“He didn’t want to tell anyone,” he said. “And you need to calm down. His ears are super sensitive.”

“Right...right...since when?” She asked, a lot more quietly but still freaking out.

“Remember when his step-dad insisted on an RV trip? Sometime then, he got attacked by a werewolf but doesn’t remember it.”

“How come we don’t know but you do?” She asked. “Doesn’t he trust us?”

“He trusts you, but not himself,” he said. “I found out by accident. I saw him eating our neighbor’s cat a few months ago, and I locked him in the garage until sunrise.”

“He was eating a cat? That doesn’t sound like Cyrus…”

“He made me hold a funeral for it the next day.”

“...That sounds like Cyrus…”

“The next morning, he told me everything but said he didn’t know how you guys would react. He didn’t want you to be afraid of him.”

“How come you’re not afraid?” She asked. “That’s a werewolf.”

“That’s also Cyrus,” he chuckled. “You don’t think he’d act like a puppy once you get over his big scary look and scratch him behind the ears?”

Buffy couldn’t help but laugh a little. “That’s true...but he looked ready to attack…”

“Because you looked ready to attack,” he said. “He’s very defensive. And he has no human memories in his wolf form, and no wolf memories in human form. I’m the one that has to tell him everything he does on full moons.”

“So all the research? It was for him?”

“Yeah...didn’t you do a ton of research when Marty came out to you?”

“Yeah...my parents thought I was trans for two weeks until he let me tell them,” she laughed a little.

“Well, it’s only fair that you thought I was the werewolf and not my boyfriend then,” T.J. said. “I was only trying to figure out what’s best for him when he’s like this.”

Buffy looked at the door again. “So...what now?”

“I just take care of him. He gets really hungry and he likes meat like this. And, unsurprisingly, baby taters. I ordered some for delivery later.”

“And what about the rest of us?” She asked. “Andi, Jonah, Marty? Even Amber?”

T.J. shrugged. “Up to him. You gotta treat it like his coming out. In a way, it is…”

“You’re right…” she sighed. “Mind if I stay too?”

T.J. smiled. “Not at all, might be nice to have a human conversation while my werewolf boyfriend controls himself from eating any other household pets. But I should warn you,” he said. “He tends to try a prison break around 2 a.m.”

Buffy laughed. “He may be a stronger and bigger dude as a wolf, but that’s if still Cyrus Goodman, I can handle him.”

#andi mack #ambi #tyrus #cyrus goodman #jamber #jandi #muffy #tj kippen #amber #buffy

[xuxibelle]

The New Girl (Part 1)

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word count: 4,884

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, mentions of past abuse

Requested: No, but this is for @uglypastels’ writing challenge. My prompt was for my story to be based on the TV show Teen Wolf. I hope this does it justice lol Also, it came out so long that I decided to make it into a 2 part story

Summary: Y/N is new in town and can tell something is different in Beacon Hills. Will she find out what it is? Is it something bad? Or is it something good?

This was new to you, this town. You knew something was different here in Beacon Hills but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it just yet. You had just moved here a week ago and you were still adjusting to your new life and new job as the receptionist at the Sheriff's station. You had heard some strange calls come in and hadn’t really heard plausible explanations for them, but you just shrugged it off and figured if it was that important then it would be taken care of, so you left things alone. Today, two girls walk in looking for the Sheriff who had went out on one of those calls. You informed the girls of this and they asked who you were seeing as they didn’t know you.

“I’m Y/N. I just moved here last week,” you said shyly as you sat at your desk looking back and forth between the strawberry blonde haired girl and the light brown haired girl.

“Oh, okay. That explains why I don’t know you,” the strawberry blonde smiles.

“She knows everyone,” the light brown haired girl says with a roll of her eyes.

“Shut up, Malia. I can’t help I was popular in high school. Besides, it’s good to know a lot of people… It can help you out someday. I’m Lydia and this is Malia. Welcome to Beacon Hills,” Lydia says as she holds out her hand to you. You hesitantly reach out and shake her hand. “Don’t mind Malia,” Lydia laughs. “She has... a way with words. You should come to my party tomorrow, meet some people and hang out,” she offers.

“I… don’t know about that,” you hesitate.

“I insist,” Lydia comments with a stern face.

“Okay then,” you say with a tight smile.

“Great,” Lydia says as a huge smile breaks out on her face. “Saturday night. Party is at 8 but people usually come early around 6:30-7. See you there.” You breathe a sigh of relief as they turn and walk out the door leaving you in peace. You felt a slight urge to panic but you fought against it. Maybe Lydia’s party wouldn’t be so bad and maybe you could make some new friends. You took a deep breath. Once your shift was over you went home and searched through your closet for the perfect outfit for the party. After looking through your clothes a few times you decide on a simple bright blue sundress since it’s still hot outside at night. The next night, your nerves are getting the better of you so you decide to have a drink while you get ready to help calm you. Once you found your hair and makeup to be to your liking you slipped your dress and shoes on and headed to Lydia’s. Ringing the doorbell, it wasn’t long before she answered the door. “Y/N! You made it! Come in!” she said happily with a smile as she ushered you in the door. You followed her through to the kitchen where she got you a drink. “Here you go. My specialty, of course. You know Malia, but this is Stiles, Scott, Kira, Liam, Isaac, Mason, and Brett. Guys this is Y/N. She just moved here a week ago and she’s working at the Sheriff’s station,” Lydia introduces you to everyone there. They all welcome you warmly giving you the feeling that you might actually have made the right decision in moving here.

“Anything you need just come to one of us,” Scott tells you with a smile before he walks off with Kira.

“Thank you,” you say with a shy smile.

“Hey, loosen up,” Stiles says as he slings an arm around your shoulders. “You can’t be all shy and awkward around us for long. We’ll bring you out of that shell,” he winks at you as he walks of as well. You take a long sip of your drink before you turn to Lydia.

“Don’t worry,” she laughs. “He’s an idiot.” You nod your head and giggle at her response. You start to loosen up a bit when you start your second cup of Lydia’s concoction. As you’re dancing with a random guy in the middle of the living room, you can feel a pair of eyes on you and you glance around to see if you can find them. At first you don’t see them and you give up, but a few minutes later you feel it again and you look up to meet a pair of ice blue eyes stuck on you from across the room. When they realize you caught them, they jump and turn away making you bite your lip to hold in a laugh. After you look away, the guy walks over to Lydia and nudges her shoulder making her look up at him.

“Who... is that?” the guy asks her as he turns his gaze back to you. She knew he meant you because she knows that he knew pretty much everyone there.

“See something you like, do ya?” she teases and receives a glare. “That, Harrison, is my new friend Y/N. She just moved here last week. I met her yesterday and invited her so she could meet some new people,” Lydia smiled at him before she grabbed his hand. “Come on,” she said as she pulled him along behind her.

“No, Lydia, please,” he begged, but it was no use. Lydia reached you on the dance floor and tapped you on the shoulder.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but can I steal you for a minute?” she says sweetly before you nod with a shy smile and follow her away from where everyone was dancing. “Y/N, this is Harrison another one of our friends. Harrison, Y/N,” Lydia introduced you. He reaches out his hand and you shake it as you smile at him. “Now that you’ve been introduced, you can stop looking at each other from across the room and actually talk,” she said before she walked off leaving you both blushing and looking at the floor.

“Is she always that blunt?” you ask as you slowly look up at Harrison.

“Lydia? Oh yea. Sometimes more so,” he laughs. “You wanna go outside where it’s less loud?”

“Sure,” you smile at him before you follow him out the back doors onto the patio. There were a handful of people out there, but nowhere near as many as inside. You found a seat against a wall of the garage opposite the house and faced Harrison.

“So… what brings you to Beacon Hills,” he asks you. You scrunch you face as you look up at him and laugh.

“I knew that would be your first question. Honestly... I needed a fresh start. There were too many bad memories where I was. My parents were killed about 6 months ago in the place I was living and I had to get out. I just didn’t want to stay where it happened anymore. There are also people there that I needed to get away from,” you explain as you see his expression change as he listens to your story.

“Y/N… I am so sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t mean,” he begins as you hold your hand up to stop him.

“It’s okay, Harrison. I promise. I’m okay with everything. I’ve done my grieving. Yea, it still hurts that they’re gone and I can’t change that, but you couldn’t have known and it doesn’t hurt me to talk about it,” you say as you give him a shy smile.

“Can I ask you something?” he asks you.

“What did I mean about getting away from people?” you ask him. He laughs as he nods his head. “My ex,” you tell him as you look at the ground.

“Was he… abusive?” he asked hesitantly before he sees you nod your head. You shiver as you remember the things that he used to do to you. Taking a breath, you slowly raise your head to look at Harrison.

“It didn’t start out that way… He was the sweetest guy I’d ever met, that’s why I stayed with him. I thought maybe it was just a phase and he’d go back to the guy I knew… but he never did. It was like living with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde… If I did one thing slightly wrong he’d go off…”you told him.

“How’d you get away?” he asked curiously.

“With some friends’ help. If it wasn’t for them, I would honestly probably be six feet under by now... I remember one particularly bad time where all I did was not wash clothes that day. I ran out of time and I was going to do them first thing the next morning. He… he shoved me against the wall first and yelled at me. I don’t remember what he said exactly, something about me being too stupid to remember to do things. I shouldn’t have said anything cause I knew it would make him even more mad but I was trying to reason with him and explain that I ran out of time. He grabbed my arms and slung me across the room and I fell on the coffee table which had a glass top so naturally I fell through it… my arms and back had cuts everywhere. I was lucky I didn’t have a concussion that time. He’s given me 2 of those. He did end up breaking 2 of my fingers that day when I fell though. I’ve also had broken ribs, my left arm, right wrist, left ankle and broken bones in my right foot from him… That day, he stormed out of our place just after I fell and I called a friend who came and took me to the hospital. While we were there, one of my friends stayed with me while the others went and got my things while he was gone,” you confessed. Harrison stared at you wide eyed. “What,” you half laughed.

“And this guy is still alive… Your friends didn’t do anything?” Harrison asked. You shook your head and smiled.

“I told them not to. I begged them,” you explained.

“What?! Why would you do that??” he exclaimed. “After all that… all the things he’s done to you?”

“I thought that the guy I knew was still in there somewhere,” you told him. “That was before I realized who he really was. He came after me when I left. I have a restraining order now. He can’t come within 50 feet of me.”

“Well, that’s good. Thankfully you have that, but that still might not stop him. I mean, If he really wanted to, you know,” Harrison said as he looked at you sympathetically.

“Yea, I know,” you nodded as you took a breath. “That’s part of why I moved here. I’m across the country and no one knows where I moved. I told my friends and family I was moving but I didn’t say where.”

“That was smart. Maybe you can tell them later,” he smiles at you.

“Yea,” you smile back.

“Listen, if Lydia invited you to her party you’re officially in our friend group, and even if you weren’t, I want you to know that you could ask me to help with anything and I would be there. I know you don’t know anyone here and I know what that’s like. I was in the same position a couple years ago and Scott took me in no questions asked. You seem like a great girl and I would hate for anything to happen to you,” he confesses as you see a slight tint come to his face. You bite your lip as you look up at him.

“Thank you, Harrison. That means a lot, really. I… just feel lost sometimes, you know?” you tell him before he nods.

“I do,” he laughs. “Here, let me see your phone.” he tells you. You hand him your phone and he hands you his. “We’ll exchange numbers and if you need anything or even if you just want to chat, you have it,” he smiles at you. You just smile at him as you gaze up at his eyes.

“How are you so nice?” you ask making him laugh.

“Most people here are,” he tells you.

“I hope so cause I’m really tired of jerks,” you giggle as you give him a smile. You spend the rest of the night at the party with Harrison, whether it's talking outside, dancing, or standing in the kitchen talking with the other friends when you went to get a drink. By the end of the night, you had exchanged numbers with the entire friends group. When it was time to leave, you thanked Lydia for inviting you and told her you had a wonderful time. There were very few people left so Harrison offered to walk you to your car before he left as well. You pressed the unlock button before he reached for the door handle to open the car door. “Thank you,” you say as you turn to look up at him.

“For what? I haven’t done anything that requires a thank you,” he laughs.

“Yes, you did… You’ve been so incredibly nice,” you tell him making him laugh. “I’m serious, like nicer than anyone I’ve met. So, thank you for making me feel welcome and for talking and for walking me to my car and opening my door,” you laugh. “Where I’m from, people don’t do that. You really are the nicest guy I’ve ever met.”

“Just somethings I wanted to do,” he smiles as he shrugs his shoulders. “Drive safe and I’ll talk to you later, yea?”

“Yea,” you smile up at him as you get in your car and he closes the door. As you make your turn off of Lydia’s road, you could have sworn you saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes in the trees to the right of you, but when you look back there was nothing there. You figure your mind was just playing tricks on you either from the late hour or from bringing up all those memories when you were talking to Harrison, so you just shrugged it off and continued your drive. Once you were safely in your apartment, you shut and locked your door before you texted Harrison and let him know you were home like he asked you to.

Y/N: Made it home in one piece :p

Harrison: Good lol Thank you for letting me know. I know it’s late. Get some rest and we’ll talk later :)

You smiled at his fast reply, not expecting it, not expecting one at all. He was right, it was late. It was after 1am already and you did need to rest. You had to be at work by 7 tomorrow, but you told yourself it was worth it after tonight. You laid in bed trying to fall asleep, which proved to be difficult tonight. Your mind kept going back to Harrison. You thought you could see yourself really liking him. After your ex last year, you had stayed out of the dating scene completely, but this one was different. Normally you wouldn’t tell anyone the things you told Harrison tonight until you’d known them at least 3-6 months, but here you were on the first night you met telling him everything about your past. What was it about him that made it so easy for you to talk to him? There was just something about him that made you feel at ease, calm… safe even. You’ve never felt that with anyone, and you liked it. You got up to get a glass of water from the kitchen. On your way back, you stopped and looked out the patio doors. It was so beautiful here compared to where you used to live. You loved the change. Again, you could swear you could see a pair of glowing yellow eyes just across the way in the trees, watching you, but when you looked again they were gone. You shrugged it off again and went back to bed. Finally you drifted off into a dreamless sleep only to hear your alarm clock blaring what felt like minutes later. You groan as you get out of bed to take your shower and start your day. You get a text from Harrison around 9:30 after you get back from a break.

Harrison: Hey, you awake yet

Y/N: yes lol some of us have to work

Harrison: Shit you’re at work. I’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone.

Y/N: it’s fine. lol It’s a slow day

Harrison: You sure? You won’t get in trouble?

Y/N: nah, they said as long as it’s slow, and there’s nothing to be done, it’s ok

Harrison: In that case… What time do you go to lunch?

Y/N: 11:30. Why?

Harrison: I’m coming to take you :)

Y/N: You don’t have to do that

Harrison: You don’t want me to?

Y/N: I didn’t say that… I just… don’t want to be ...a bother. I don’t want you to waste your time, you know

Harrison: Y/N… I’m not wasting my time. I’ll see you at 11:30

You smiled at your phone as you bit your lip trying to calm your nerves and steady your thoughts. ‘Maybe he’s just doing this to be friendly. I am new in town’ you thought to yourself. You hoped it was for another reason but you were determined not to let that show. He showed up 10 minutes early and distracted you from boredom until it was time for you to leave before he took you to lunch at the cafe just down the street. Sitting outside on the warm summer day was beautiful. You and Harrison talked more through your lunch and while he drove you back to work.

“I have to ask… why did you take me to lunch today?” you ask curiously as you glance over at Harrison before you get out of his car.

“I wanted to get to know you better,” he tells you with a smile. Damn him for giving you an answer that could go either way. “Don’t worry, Y/N. No ulterior motives here. Scouts honor,” he laughs making you laugh.

“Well, I had a nice time and thank you for lunch,” you say with a smile as you jump out of his SUV. “I’ll text you later,” you tell him before you close the door and wave as you walk backwards towards the door of the Sheriff’s station. He waves back before he backs out of the parking lot and drives off. You and Harrison start texting and hanging out more and more over the next week. On Thursday, you get a text from Lydia telling you about another party, promising to be smaller.

Lydia: Party. Friday night. 6pm. My place. I know you’re off. I asked the Sheriff who is a close, personal friend. Just our group. I promise.

You sigh as your anxiety rises hoping she’s not just telling you that to get you to come. You should have known she knew the Sheriff when she introduce you to Stiles at the last party but it didn’t click in your mind because of your nerves being up.

Y/N: I’ll be there :)

Lydia: Great ;) Wear something… nice. Not trying to sound rude. I’m telling everyone the same thing lol I want this to be like a dinner party.

Y/N: it’s ok lol I’ll be prepared

At home that night, you couldn’t decide what to wear for the dinner party. You had three dresses picked out: one was black, one was maroon, and one was dark blue.

Finally making the decision to wear the maroon, you put the others back in the closet and hung the maroon dress on the bathroom door for the next day. You got ready a little early and had a glass of wine to calm your nerves while you waited. You didn’t want to show up too early, so you texted Lydia.

Y/N: Hey, my anxiety was up and I got ready to early lol is anyone else there yet?

Lydia: That’s totally okay. Happens to the best of us sometimes, sweetie. Yea, Stiles just got here. You can come on over if you want :)

Y/N: Thank you

You left your house with your nerves a little less frazzled and made your way to Lydia’s where you stood waiting patiently to be let in after knocking on the door.

“Y/N! Good to see you! Come on in,” Stiles welcomes you as he opens the door. “Lydia just went down to the wine cellar.” You shrugged your jacket off and hung it in her coat closet near the door. “Don’t you look nice.”

“Thanks, so do you,” you blush at his words. “I’m not used to things like this.”

“Don’t worry. It’s just friends getting together for dinner wearing fancy clothes. Lydia just likes to make us dress up sometimes,” he laughs as he speaks the last sentence.

“As you should, you bum,” you hear Lydia say as she walks around the corner. “Y/N! You look amazing!! Hope he didn’t bore you to death while I was gone,” she jokes.

“Of course not,” you laugh.

“Let’s go. We’ll be in here tonight,” she says as she motions to follow her. You all walk down the hallway and into a large dining room. “Some of us couldn’t make it tonight, so we’re only waiting on five more people,” she tells you both as you walk in the room.

“And that would be…” Stiles asks.

“Scott, Kira, Brett, Malia, and Harrison,” she confirms.

“What happened to everyone else?” you ask.

“Not exactly sure. They just said they had something come up,” she says as she shrugs her shoulders. “So, Y/N… I hear Harrison came to the Sheriff’s station and took you to lunch last week.” Your face burned as you felt it turn red.

“U-uhm, yea, h-he did,” you stammered out making Lydia giggle.

“No reason to be nervous sweetie. He’s a nice guy. You should go for it,” she tells you. You look between her and Stiles. He gives you a confirmation nod and a smile before you look back at Lydia.

“I-i don’t know… I mean… yea, he’s really nice, but after my last relationship I’m sort of scared of dating,” you confess.

“Am I allowed to ask why?” Lydia asks you. You nod and take a breath. You feel like you can trust these people so why not go ahead and tell them. You told Harrison and nothing has happened.

“He was very abusive,” you admit to them. “To the point I had to get a restraining order. Also one of the reasons I moved here.”

“Oh Y/N… I’m so sorry, sweetie,” Lydia said before she walked over and wrapped you in a hug.

“So am I. No one should be treated like that, least of all someone as nice as you,” Stiles said making you smile.

“Thank you,” you smiled back at him. “Normally I don’t talk about it so quickly but I feel safe around you guys for some reason,” you laugh.

“Because you are. Always. With any of us,” Stiles tells you. There was something in your head telling you that something was off about what he just said but you couldn’t process it right, couldn’t figure it out.

“Weird thing is… I told Harrison that night at your party. First night I met him,” you said as you looked over at Lydia. “I’ve never told anyone that fast.”

“You really told him that night?” she asked before you nodded your head.

“How soon?” Stiles asked.

“It was like the second or third thing we talked about. Why?” you asked in confusion.

“Don’t you think that says something about him and you?” Stiles asked as there was a knock at the door and Lydia goes to answer it. You shrugged your shoulders and looked at Stiles.

“I don’t know. I’m not good at this stuff, look where my last relationship got me,” you tell him.

“It’s okay,” he laughs. “I think it says that you two are really comfortable with each other. Comfortable enough to tell things to each other that you wouldn’t tell anyone else. I also think it says you trust each other without you actually realizing it.” You just stare at him wide eyed and he laughs again. “You’re really out of the dating loop aren’t you?” You nod your head as you look to the floor. He walks over and puts his arm around you as Brett, Malia, Scott, and Kira walk in the dining room. “Don’t worry. We’ve got your back. You’re golden,” he says as he smiles at you.

“Whatever he’s talking about right now, don’t listen. Whenever he says ‘you’re golden,’ something terrible happens,” Lydia says as she walks back in the room making everyone laugh.

“I happen to be talking about the situation we were talking about before,” Stiles informs her.

“Oh, well in this case he is actually right. You are actually golden,” she smiles at you as there is another knock at the door as she and Stiles smile at you and you blush as you all know it’s Harrison.

“Please don’t embarrass me,” you whisper to Stiles before he runs to open the door. Once he returns with Harrison, Lydia smiles and motions for everyone to take their seats at the table. She had made place cards and picked where everyone would would sit so naturally she put you next to Harrison when she heard that he came to the Sheriff’s station to take you to lunch. Your eyes shot up at her when you saw this and she just smiled at you.

“Thank you all for coming tonight. I have to say, everyone looks absolutely beautiful,” Lydia says as she takes her seat. Everyone commented on what everyone else was wearing, especially your dress. You felt your face flush. You weren’t used to so many compliments. Suddenly there were two servers walking around behind you placing items in front of everyone. “I hired a catering company to do this one so I could sit in and not miss anything this time, especially since we have Y/N who is new to the group, so everyone this is Jeff and Sam. They will be our servers this evening. There are also Carlos and Ben in the kitchen. Thank you guys,” she says as she smiles at them before they walk away. You all sat there immersed in conversation, enjoying the meal and each other’s company through each of the courses Lydia had planned before the servers returned to collect the dishes from the last course and bring out wine and other drinks for you all. You were about halfway through your second glass of wine when you excused yourself to use the restroom. On your way back you could have sworn you heard something from one of the other rooms down the hall. You assumed it was one of the other guys so you brushed it off and made your way back to the room. It didn’t even click in your brain that everyone was in the room still. Just as you took your seat beside Harrison, all the lights in the house seemed to go out. You drew in a sharp breath and gripped hard onto the chair you were sitting in. You hadn’t told anyone you were afraid of the dark so you weren’t sure what to do. You tried to take some breaths to calm yourself down but it wasn’t working. You tried to distract yourself by focusing your listening on everyone else. You could hear their voices and movements.

“Is everyone okay?” Lydia asked. Everyone responds in confirmation. “Okay, we just need to figure out what happened.” She turns and looks out a window. “It’s not a power outage because the neighbors still have their power, so this was either a fuse blowing or might have been intentional. Stiles, come with me to check the box, everyone else stay here.” Once they are gone, you hear movement behind you.

“You can’t have checked the box that fast. You literally just left,” you say as you face the noise. You get no response sending a shiver up your spine. “Lydia?” you say with a waiver in your voice. “Harrison, uhm, I’m scared of the dark… where are you?” you ask.

“I’m over here,” he tells you and you walk towards his voice. There’s a commotion as you make your way to him.

“Am I close?” you ask nervously.

“Almost there,” he tells you just before you feel his hands reach out for yours and you breathe a sigh of relief.

“Thank-ugh,” you strangle out as you clutch onto Harrison’s arms and suck in a sharp breath.

“Y/N… what’s wrong?” he asks you ignoring the footsteps running away in the background. “What’s happened?” He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you up. “Scott!”

“What? What’s going on?” Scott asks as he walks over.

“I don’t know. I was guiding her to me. She had just found me then she just went rigid. I think someone was here. I’m pretty sure I heard footsteps,” Harrison tells him.

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Tbh when I think about lycanthropy and werewolves, I think about it like the stages to a disease

Read More because I put way too much thought into this

I know most folklore says that lycanthropy is more of a curse, but idk I always liked the idea of it being a disease, something contagious and mutated that latches onto your body and becomes a part of you whether you like it or not

Though...I think it originated hundreds, maybe thousands of years ago as a curse - maybe someone did something terribly wrong and was turned into a wolf as punishment, and that person found out that it could ‘infect’ others by biting or scratching them. Maybe this person was a complete dick who lacked self-awareness and didn’t learn from their mistakes, so they decided to fuck things up even more by intentionally infecting other people, which helped spread the disease. So maybe it is a curse???? Maybe it’s some weird mix of the two???? Idk lmao

My version of lycanthropy comes in three stages:

Man-Wolf/Untrue Werewolves

Common Werewolves/Halflings

True Werewolves

All three stages can be seen as variations or different “versions/mutations” of the same virus. Sort of like how a cold has different symptoms, if that makes any sense??? 

Now, humans aren’t as smart as actual wolves, and humans love to make things harder for themselves so the difference in stages have given some of them an entitlement of some sorts, which gives way to a sort of...werewolf racism????? There’s no existing word for it so I’m just gonna go with that lmao - humans love to discriminate against each other and this “werewolf tier” gives them another reason to treat each other like shit, because humans are terrible like that. They see the different stages as a hierarchy of some sort, with Untrue Werewolves on the bottom, Common Werewolves in the middle, and True Werewolves on top. More on that in a bit.

They all have a bunch of common traits, but they stand out on their own. Their common traits are things found in many werewolf-related folklore:

Speed-healing - I read that this has been a trait in werewolf lore for hundreds of years so it seemed imperative that this interpretation had it too. Bruises and cuts go away in seconds, even if there’s internal bleeding or if it’s a really deep cut. Bones that normally take weeks to heal will mend themselves in mere minutes, which can be a good and bad thing. You’ll have to set the bone as quickly as possible or else they will mend the wrong way, which means you’ll have to re-break the bone and set it again. It also takes a lot of strength and power to break werewolf bones; humans can’t do it on their own, so if you can cause a fracture that must mean you’re either very strong or you know very powerful magic!

High Body Temperature - A healthy werewolf will run about 110 degrees Farenheit in both their human and transformed forms. For humans, that’s an extremely high fever that can cause permanent brain damage and even death. Werewolves have a significantly higher body temperature due to two things: Their speed-healing, and their human immune system working harder to fend off the werewolf virus. They make great space heaters, so if you’re cold and your heater’s broken, cuddle a werewolf!

Heightened Senses/Abilities - Common and True Werewolves retain their heightened abilities in their human forms, while Untrue Werewolves only have them when they’ve transformed. A werewolf’s nose can smell things up to 5 miles away - that’s almost twice as strong as a regular wolf! They can see very well in the dark; since Common and True Werewolves retain their night vision in their human form, they have reflectors in their eyes (Also an easy way to spot a Common or True Werewolf). Their hearing is ultra-sensitive, and they also possess superhuman strength and agility; True Werewolves can cover dozens of miles within minutes. 

Transformation Under A Full Moon - This is a given. Whenever there’s a full moon, you transform, no matter what stage of lycanthropy you’re in. At night, once you see the full moon, your transformation begins. Full moons generally last between 3 to 4 days, but werewolves only stay in their transformed state at night. Once dawn hits, they’re human again - but when night falls and the moon is visible again, back into werewolf form they go! However, during the day of a full moon, they are noticeably more irritable (Scroll down a bit more to read up on Moon Sickness).

Weakness Against Silver - I know this is more of a pop culture thing, but I noticed in folklore werewolves don’t really have any traditional weaknesses, thus making them technically invincible - and I find that really boring tbh. Everyone has a weakness. When werewolves are attacked with a silver weapon, their wounds take longer to heal. If you’re a werewolf and your attacker breaks your arm with a silver hammer, guess what? Your bones will take weeks, not seconds to heal!!!! If a silver weapon breaks through skin and causes an open wound, it will leave a scar once it heals. Werewolves with plenty of scars are often revered in the werewolf community; you’re the toughest of the tough if you’re adorned with them! As of right now, silver is the only known way to kill a werewolf.

Post-Transformation Amnesia - Present in Untrue and Common Werewolves. Most werewolves have little to no recollection of what they were doing during a full moon, or when they’re in a transformed state. This is due to their human selves essentially dissolving when they transform.

Moon Sickness/Phasing Sickness - Moon Sickness happens with every kind of werewolf. Their bodies can sense an impending full moon, which triggers the human immune system to work harder than usual to resist the werewolf virus. It’s common for werewolves to experience chronic fatigue, insomnia, irritable mood (More irritable than usual), and even flu-like symptoms in the days preceding a full moon and during the days of a full moon. True Werewolves not only experience Moon Sickness, but also Phasing Sickness; they experience Moon Sickness symptoms when they haven’t phased in awhile. Unlike their Untrue and Common counterparts, they experience these symptoms because their wolf half is getting restless from being dormant for too long, rather than their human bodies fighting against the werewolf virus.

Insatiable Appetites - Werewolves LOVE to eat. They have insanely high metabolisms, so they need to eat large portions of food to keep up their strength - however, that doesn’t mean there aren’t out of shape werewolves! Soft round werebois exist out there. They just eat way more than other werewolves do, which is probably tonnes.

Sensory Overload - Having heightened senses is great and all, but it’s overwhelming for many Common Werewolves, especially for those who’ve been bitten recently. Their human bodies simply cannot handle the wolf’s sensitive nose, ears, and eyes. It gets so overwhelming that some werewolves look for ways to “dull” these senses so they’re easier to bear. Unfortunately, this means that a lot of Common Werewolves succumb to substance addiction. Drug and alcohol abuse is a sad common reality for many Common Werewolves. Smoking cigarettes is a common vice for the werewolf community, as it’s seen as the “least harmful” addiction; their speed healing is capable of eating up any harmful chemicals before they’re able to infect their cells, thus preventing them from multiplying and spreading, and it doesn’t affect their stamina. This means they’re immune to cancer and other serious diseases (If a human with cancer is bitten, their cancer will be cured...but it obviously comes with a heavy price).

Longevity: Werewolves aren’t immortal, but they can live for a very long time if they take care of themselves and avoid getting attacked with silver as much as they possibly can. Their lifespan is way longer than a human’s; the oldest recorded werewolf lived for over 800 years.

Loss of Humanity During Transformation: Untrue and Common Werewolves lose their human minds in their transformed state, making them incredibly dangerous. They cannot tell the difference between friend and foe, and they’ll attack anyone who stands too close.

A little more detail on the three stages of lycanthropy:

The “Man-Wolf”, or “Untrue Werewolves”

One becomes an Untrue Werewolf when they are scratched, not bitten, by another Untrue Werewolf, a Common Werewolf, or a True Werewolf.

They look more like the old-school werewolves you see in movies like the Wolf Man, Teen Wolf, I Was A Teenage Werewolf, and the American Werewolf series. They’re more human-shaped, peppered with wolf-life traits: They have a lot more hair than the average human, their nails are longer and more claw-like, their eyes retain their human shape but they may change colour (Not all wolves have yellow or orange eyes, they can be brown too). They possess the classic werewolf traits - superhuman strength, heightened senses, speed healing - but only when it’s a full moon and they have transformed (So if you get a boo-boo in human form, it’ll heal like a regular wound; you’ll have to wait for the full moon in order for the healing process to speed up). Otherwise, they’re your average-looking person, and if you didn’t know they were infected you probably would never be able to guess. 

Untrue Werewolves are only able to transform when there’s a full moon; their mood or other environmental factors do not influence a transformation. The transformation process is gradual but relatively painless, as the only things that really change are the amount of hair, the length of the nails, the formation of the teeth, and, depending on the individual, the colour of the eyes.

There are known small pockets of Untrue Werewolf “packs”, but for the most part Untrue Werewolves prefer working alone. That being said, the few packs that do exist band together because they have an unwavering hatred for Common and True Werewolves. They’re often seen as the very bottom of the “werewolf hierarchy”, and many werewolves do not consider them part of their community, hence the Untrue Werewolf title. Since they’re the least “wolfy-looking” and only possess wolf-like traits when the full moon is out, they’re often looked down upon, or not taken seriously. Desperate to prove themselves, and to show others that they count as werewolves, some have gone as far as deliberately scratching and/or biting humans for the sole purpose of adding more to their ranks. Unlike Common and True Werewolves, Untrue Werewolves do not have enough of the “werewolf virus” in their system to transform a human into a Common Werewolf via biting them, so their bites will merely turn them into another Untrue Werewolf.

However, it is possible to “advance” to a Common Werewolf if an Untrue Werewolf is bitten by a Common Werewolf or a True Werewolf, but unsurprisingly, most Untrue Werewolves go out of their way to ensure that doesn’t happen. There are some who willingly seek out a Common Werewolf or True Werewolf so they can get deliberately bitten, but these are few and far in between. For the most part, Untrue Werewolves are stubborn and proud beings who just want to be respected for who they are. They just want to be loved!!!!!!!

The Common Werewolf, or Halfing

These funky dudes are the most common kind of werewolf, hence the name. In order to become one, you must be bitten, not scratched, by another True Werewolf. 

They look more like your “classic werewolf” aka a wolf that stands on two legs, with hands instead of paws. They’re huge, with the smallest recorded werewolf measuring a little over 7 feet. Their forearms are stronger than their back legs and it shows in their posture; they’re often hunched over, with their thick arms hanging by their sides in an ape-like stance. Fur colour varies, just like any wolf coat does. Same with the eyes. The noises they emit are similar to Untrue Werewolves, but are significantly more animalistic. They retain their heightened abilities, including speed healing and night vision, in their human form.

Common Werewolves are notorious for being incredibly violent and hot-tempered in both their wolf and human forms. The smallest inconvenience can set them off, to the point where it can force them to transform unexpectedly, and a Common Werewolf doesn’t discriminate when it comes to their rage, meaning they’ll attack anyone who is in close range - including loved ones. The transformation process is extremely painful for Common Werewolves because their bones and internal organs shift around as they mutate from human to werewolf. Shifting back to human form is just as painful. 

Many Common Werewolves detest their wolfy state and dread or even fear transforming. This resistance only makes the virus within them more volatile, rendering them vulnerable to more unexpected transformations and violent outbursts. 

Although they are considered the middle tier of the werewolf hierarchy, both Untrue and True Werewolves look down upon Common Werewolves for their brutish behaviour. They’re often seen as the “dumbest” and most “goon-like” of the community, but they are still regarded as “more werewolf” than Untrue Werewolves. However, these stereotypes are mostly untrue, as Common Werewolves are fully capable of planning and executing elaborate hunting and battle strategies, and there are some who are capable of controlling their anger. Unlike their Untrue counterparts, they prefer living, hunting, and attacking in packs.

Halfling is a common colloquial term for them, but most aren’t fond of the name, as they feel it makes them sound like an incomplete being. If you want to piss off a Common Werewolf, call them a Halfling - but most would strongly advise against it!

True Werewolves

The highest tier in the werewolf hierarchy, and also the most rare; there are less than 3% of recorded True Werewolves, though it is very likely there are many more. One cannot become a True Werewolf by a scratch or a bite; it takes weeks, sometimes months or years of physical and mental preparation.

It’s unknown how the first True Werewolf came about, but the most commonly accepted tale is at least 1000 years old and speaks of a Common Werewolf who was left for dead in the deep woods after being attacked by a coven with silver daggers. As she lay in a pool of her own blood, she began to hear voices that whispered things to her such as accepting change and reaching her full potential. Interpreting these messages as a sign of making peace with the end of her life and accepting her fate, she closes her eyes, ready to pass onto the next life - only to wake up moments later, fully healed, and in the form of a wolf.

Picture the werewolves/shapeshifters from Twilight, except not as gigantic. True Werewolves, when in wolf form, look exactly like a real wolf, with the exception of enhanced senses, strength, speed, and speed healing. They are able to shift back and forth between their human and wolf forms at will, and the transformation process is seamless and painless. Transforming only takes mere seconds - they actually prefer the term phasing as opposed to transformation or mutation. It has been described as morphing or “melting”; however, when angered, scared, or under a full moon, the transformation is more volatile (But still painless), often described as “exploding” into their wolf forms. Like their Common counterparts, they retain their enhanced abilities in their human form, but unlike their Common and Untrue counterparts, they retain their sentient minds when transformed/phased (Except during a Blood Moon - more on that later). They’re able to discriminate between friend and foe in their wolfy state, and True Werewolves usually prefer keeping to themselves, so they’re the least harmless out of the three werewolf types. They are way more docile than their Untrue and Common counterparts, however some may still be prone to angry outbursts if provoked enough. 

So how does one become a True Werewolf? It’s hard to explain. The very few True Werewolves that are known to exist have difficulty describing the process. Many of them have “accidentally” turned into True Werewolves; one True Werewolf described his experience as waking up one day and being overcome with a feeling of “wholeness, completeness, like I’ve finally found this missing part of me that I didn’t know I was searching for”. 

Achieving True Werewolf status is a matter of quelling the perpetual conflict between a werewolf’s human half and their wolf half. Common Werewolves are constantly at war with their animalistic instincts and impulses, which causes them to act out with violence. True Werewolves accept that they are two different beings within the same vessel, and that they are not “more human than wolf” or vice versa; they are equal parts human and wolf. A True Werewolf’s human immune system no longer sees the werewolf genes as a virus that needs to be fought off, so the two halves intertwine and form a completely new genetic makeup, finally collaborating instead of butting heads.

This is a very difficult concept for many Common Werewolves to handle, especially when lycanthropy is highly stigmatized and most of them have been raised to fear or detest lycanthropes. This internalized hatred makes it very difficult for many werewolves to accept lycanthropy as a part of themselves and refuse to believe that this is a lifelong condition. The constant resistance only makes them more volatile, which increases public stigma, so it’s kind of like a self-destructive cycle. True Werewolves find a way to break out of that cycle - in other words, they know what werewolf self-love and self-care is and they’ve embraced it fully!

Like Common Werewolves, True Werewolves have the pack mentality - which is crucial for them, since so few of them exist. In wolf form, they’ll look like an ordinary wolf pack, and they’ll usually behave as such as to not attract werewolf hunters or any other predator (Witches, demons, vampires...literally nobody likes werewolves, it’s pretty sad).

True Werewolves are often revered in the werewolf community, as they are hard to come by, and their self-acceptance is greatly admired. However, there are very, very few True Werewolves (Remember, only less than 3% of them are recorded to have ever exist) who look down on anything that isn’t like them, and refuse to interact with Common and Untrue Werewolves. Fortunately, “bad” True Werewolves are very few and far in between!

Lycanthropy In Society

Like many other interpretations out there, this interpretation of lycanthropy is condemned, exiled, stigmatized...you name it. Most people aren’t fond of werewolves. though their hatred towards them is mostly born out of ignorance and fear than genuine hatred. It’s a given that humans act hostile towards things they don’t fully understand, and so this is how they approach lycanthropes. Many of them have a very limited understanding of what lycanthropy is about and only accept what they’ve heard through word of mouth, aka urban legend and exaggerated recounts of encounters with lycanthropes. For the most part, the world sees werewolves as violent, out of control, savage, disorganized, and primitive. This means there aren’t a lot of opportunities for them - jobs, friends, romantic relationships, etc. 

There are groups of werewolf hunters whose sole purpose is to hunt werewolves into extinction. They can be literally anyone - human, goblin, demon, vampire, witch or warlock - and many groups have grown fame and notoriety for killing packs and packs of werewolves simply for being werewolves. 

However, there are some people out there who do want to learn more about lycanthropy and have gone so far as lived with werewolf packs to gain a better understanding of them. Pro-lycanthrope scientists have teamed up with lycanthropes (And lycanthropes who are scientists) to try and come up with a cure to lycanthropy, or at least a medicine of some sort that’ll help Common and Untrue Werewolves retain their humanity while in their transformed state. Contrary to popular belief, wolfsbane isn’t an effective ingredient, and there currently isn’t a cure to lycanthropy.

Lycanthropy isn’t inheritable. One can only become infected with the virus if they’re bitten or scratched, so if two werewolves decide to start a family their children will be free of the virus - but, unsurprisingly, many children of werewolf parents want to become a lycanthrope so they can be like them. Many werewolves are against the idea, as they believe their children can have a clean slate and live the life they never had.

Werewolf Alphas?

Many people have a common misconception about wolf packs and pack behaviour. Alphas aren’t necessarily the leader of the pack, and they don’t actually have this reigning authority over the group. Rather, wolf alphas - and there is a female alpha and a male alpha for each pack, not just one lone male alpha - act more as parental figures...most likely because their pack consists of them and their children, rather than a band of random, unrelated wolves.

But humans aren’t that smart. Humans, by nature, desire power and control - and that reflects in werewolf pack behaviour. Werewolves need an alpha. They need someone to listen to, someone to guide them - especially Common Werewolves. In a werewolf pack, there is only one alpha, though gender isn’t a determining factor. A werewolf alpha isn’t necessarily the strongest or most dominant of the pack. An alpha must be street smart, they must know how to properly plan and execute hunting strategies. An alpha is a leader because they know how to lead with respect, and they see their fellow pack members as a cohesive unit rather than a hierarchy. They do not see themselves as above pack law, or “higher” than the other pack members. They see the pack as equal members of a group with their individual sets of strengths and weaknesses, and they have a gift for figuring out how to use everyone’s strengths to the advantage of the group. Earning the position of alpha comes with a lot of respect and trust, though there are very few True Werewolves who abuse this position of power (Like I mentioned earlier, humans aren’t as smart). 

There are werewolf betas and gammas who serve as second and third in command to the alpha. Betas and gammas are usually the muscle of the group; they’re the strongest, physically speaking, and when they travel in wolf form they’re are often seen at the head and tail of every pack (Alpha and gamma in front, beta in the back) so that they keep a watchful eye on the other wolves and potential enemies. 

What Happens During A Blood Moon?

A blood moon is another term for when the moon is in total eclipse. It takes on a distinguish reddish colour, hence the name.

Blood Moons are one of the worst times in any werewolf’s life. There isn’t a scientific explanation for it yet, but blood moons make werewolves even more agitated, violent, and explosive than usual. Even True Werewolves can’t resist the pull of a blood moon; they will turn violent and lose their human minds. Werewolves stay in their wolf forms even during the day of a blood moon, and they are unable to change back until the moon is back to normal.

So you have a bunch of feral-like Untrue, Common, and True Werewolves running around and destroying everything they see. It’s not fun for anyone.

What About A Wolf Moon? A Super Moon? A Harvest Moon?

The full moon in January is commonly referred to as the Wolf Moon. A Super Moon is - you guessed it - when the moon is gigantic. During these phases, a werewolf’s senses are heightened and they find that their strength is at least doubled. They can run twice as fast and hit twice as hard. 

A Harvest Moon is the full moon closest to the autumnal equinox. The same applies to Wolf and Super Moons - they’re stronger, but strangely enough...they’re a lot more hungry. Werewolves have a big appetite to begin with, but during a Harvest Moon they’re hungrier than usual. Werewolves in rural areas have been known to steal entire fields of crops and livestock. In a sense, the Harvest Moon is like a werewolf Thanksgiving!

What about a Super Blood Wolf Moon?

Feral-like werewolves with double the strength and speed running around everywhere that have absolutely no control over themselves? Have fun!

#werewolf #werewolves #lycanthropy #my stuff

[redditnosleep]

Man Up

by Pippinacious

When the bookstore at the mall put up its help wanted posters, I jumped at the chance to put in my application. Between being an avid reader who had practically lived amongst the store’s shelves in high school and a broke community college student taking a semester off to save money, it seemed still customer service.

I got used to people coming in and asking for “That popular book, the one made into a movie” and the edgy teens who moved the Bible from the religion section to fiction. Finding half eaten pastries from our cafe hidden in all sorts of creative places that weren't the conveniently placed garbage cans was an everyday activity and gently reminding parents that we weren't babysitters was a frequent thing.

It was far from all bad, though.

A lot of our customers were quiet and pleasant, it was clean (for the most part), management was nice, my co-workers friendly, and I got a tidy little discount on my own purchases. After a few months of employment, I even had some regulars that I was on a first name basis with.

One of them was Eddie.

He was a polite kid, a few years younger than me, maybe sixteen, and he loved fantasy. It wasn't unusual to go down to that section and find a tall, lanky guy all in black kneeling in the middle of the aisle with a book opened in front of him. The first few times I came across him, he'd look up with this guilty expression, like I'd found him doing something wrong, and quickly put the book he'd been reading away and get up to leave.

He was always alone and often had headphones on; I imagined they were blaring one of the bands whose t-shirts he frequently wore, Iron Maiden or Metallica or something hard and heavy like that. At first, he struck me as the intentional outsider type, rebelling against The Man, an embittered youth who thought of himself as a lone wolf who didn't need anyone else.

When I finally spoke to him, though, I found that I'd been very wrong.

I found him in his usual spot one afternoon and, as usual, he started to pack up the minute I came around the corner. Instead of just letting him go, I decided to try reaching out with a smile and pointed to the book he was putting back.

“R.A. Salvatore’s a good author, huh?” I asked while I reorganized the shelf next to him.

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and answered with a tight lipped nod.

“I was a big fan of Drizzt when I was in high school,” I said.

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “I like Wulfgar.”

“He's pretty cool, too.”

We chatted for a bit longer about the series and I was surprised by how he lit up; he had such enthusiasm for the books that it almost made me want to go out and re-read them. We traded names before Eddie had to go and I went back to work, amused at how wrong I'd been about him. Instead of being the angry, closed off guy I'd expected, he was a huge, but shy, geek.

Whenever I saw Eddie after that first conversation, we'd exchange pleasantries and talk about the new releases that had just come in. I wasn't the fantasy buff that I'd once been so sometimes it could be hard to keep up, but Eddie just seemed to like having someone to talk to and he kept me company while I stocked and straightened shelves.

I didn't comment on the fact that he was in almost every afternoon and often stayed until it was just about closing time. I figured he wasn't causing trouble so it wasn't my business.

One afternoon, after I'd just finished helping a nice older lady find her way to the recently popular 50 Shades, my co-worker, Janelle, came up to me.

“Hey, Danielle, you know that kid who follows you around? The goth one?” She asked, like I had more than one.

“Eddie.”

“I guess. He's, like...over in the back corner crying. It's weirding people out. Could you talk to him and get him to leave?”

I told her I'd check on him and hurried to find Eddie, who was sitting against the wall in the farthest corner of the store between the cooking and self-help aisles. When he saw me, he quickly wiped his eyes and sat up a bit.

“Hey,” I said softly. “You ok?”

He shrugged and clenched his jaw to keep any more tears from escaping. I noticed that his hair and clothes looked damp.

“What happened?”

“Just dickheads,” he mumbled.

“Where? Here?”

“School.”

I frowned and crouched down. “Are people bullying you, Eddie?”

He let out a short laugh, sad and cynical. “It's nothing. They were just having fun, right? It was just water balloons.”

“Do you want me to call someone? Your parents or-”

“No,” he said quickly, getting to his feet. “I'm leaving.”

“Wait, if you need to talk-”

“I just need to man up, right? Bye, Danielle.”

He walked away with his hands shoved in his pockets and his shoulders hunched and my heart broke a little for him. I shouldn't have been surprised he was bullied, but I'd gotten so used to him that his dark appearance didn't even phase me anymore. I doubted the other high schoolers were quite so blind to it.

Eddie stayed on my mind well after I'd finished working. From the defeat in his voice and the way he'd dismissed my concern, I knew this was far from the first brush he'd had with these bullies and that nothing had been done about them. I didn't know if he'd tried to tell anyone and I doubted such a sweet kid would fight back, but I hoped he'd find a way to make them leave him alone. He deserved better.

My dreams that night were filled with screaming. With gunfire. With an image of Eddie in his black clothes, blood upon his hands.

I woke with a start. Sweat trickled down my forehead in chilly little beads and uneasiness slithered in my stomach and it took me a few long moments to tell myself it had just been a dream. A very vivid dream that had left the smell of iron in my nose. I shook it away and flopped over, determined to forget it and get back to sleep.

The water balloon incident seemed to be a turning point for Eddie, and not a good one. He'd started avoiding me, but I still saw him around the store, reading and minding his business as he always had, except now I couldn't help but notice that he sometimes had tears in his clothes or that his belongings looked wet and abused. He trudged about like someone carrying a too-heavy load.

And every night, the same dream. Gunfire in the distance, somewhere in the mall. Screaming. Panicked footsteps stampeding towards exits. Eddie in the entrance to the bookstore with red hands and splatter across his face.

It was hard to tell myself that something I saw so clearly wasn't real and it was even harder not to watch Eddie with a new, heightened sense of caution. Whenever I caught sight of him, I'd find myself unconsciously searching him for the blood that marked him in my dreams.

The only blood I saw was his own, when he came in at his usual time one afternoon with a black eye and one of his nostrils coated in crusty, dried red. He disappeared into the bathroom to clean up, I assumed, and, when he came out, I was waiting.

“Who did that?” I asked sternly and he looked surprised to see me.

“Nobody,” he grumbled, turning away.

“Eddie, if someone is hurting you, you should tell someone.”

“Why? I know what I need to do.”

“What?”

“Man up,” he snorted to try and hide that his voice had cracked just slightly.

He'd said that once before, I remembered. “You need to get help, talk to someone.”

“Only pussies tattle.”

It was obvious he was repeating someone and I felt such a rush of anger towards them for putting that bull in his head. I followed him down the aisles to the fantasy section, where he pointedly tried to ignore me, but I was persistent.

“Eddie, come on. You can talk to me!”

After minutes of not responding, he finally sighed and looked at me. There was anger in his face, sharp and deep, but it was clouded heavily by the sadness I saw there, too.

“It doesn't matter. I just have to get through two more years and then I'm out.”

“But you shouldn't have to put up with this!”

Tears had welled in his eyes and he shrugged. “Nobody cares.”

“I'm sure that's not true; I do. We're friends.”

The phone in his pocket went off loudly and he scrambled to grab it. Before he'd had a chance to get it out, the call dropped and a man I'd not seen before came around the end of the aisle with a scowl.

“I should have known you'd be here looking at this bullshit. I've been waiting in the car,” he said.

“Excuse me?” I started to say at the same time Eddie said, ‘Sorry, Dad.”

Eddie’s dad took a step towards us without so much as a glance towards me. “Are you crying, Edward?”

“No!” Eddie said.

“God, when are you going to man the fuck up, huh? No wonder you get your ass kicked,” he shook his head in obvious disgust. “Get moving, Mom’s got dinner waiting.”

I was in too much shock to say anything as Eddie, head hung low, followed his father out of the store. I wished immediately that I'd said or done something, that I'd stuck up for poor Eddie, but I'd just stood there, gaping like an idiot, and then they were gone.

That night, I had the same dream again. Gunfire, screaming, running, panic, and Eddie. Bloody hands, blood splattered face, coming towards the store. All I could do was watch him get closer, until he was reaching for the handle so that he could pull it open and come inside. His dad’s rough voice, so withering and filled with contempt, rose around us.

“Man the fuck up!”

I shot upright in bed, grasping at my pounding chest and trying to calm my breathing.

“Eddie wouldn't hurt anyone,” I whispered, “he's a good kid.”

I wondered how many people thought the same thing about others right before they lashed out.

Usually by morning I'd managed to shake off most of the unpleasantness of the dream, but that day, it stayed with me, following me like some kind of terrible spectre. I'd never been one to put much stock into dreams, but I'd also never had one that had been so real or that recurred every night.

I went into work for my evening shift feeling shaky, but silly. I just had to get through six hours and then I'd realize how dumb I was being.

It was six o’clock, three hours into my shift when I heard the first loud pop from off in the distance. The screams that followed were exactly the same as they'd been in my dream. The store had gone very still all of the sudden, and all eyes had turned towards the glass front doors that led into the mall.

“Was that a-” someone started to ask, but another series of shots rang out. It was all the answer they needed.

Chaos erupted. People were diving between book shelves, overturning chairs to duck behind, a few even clamored behind the counter with me and a couple coworkers. There was screaming and crying, the occasional plea for others to be quiet, but nothing seemed so loud as the gunshots echoing throughout.

It was all too familiar.

Automatically, without thinking, I turned towards the doors.

There he was, dressed all in black, coming towards us, reaching for the handles with his red hand. There were drops of blood splashed across his face and one trickled down his cheek like a dark tear.

He stood in the doorway for a moment and our eyes met.

“Help me,” Eddie said.

I blinked stupidly.

“Danielle! Please!” He turned and waved a hand behind him, “This way, come on, we'll hide in here! Hurry!”

A man half-carrying a woman came into view behind Eddie. Eddie held the door open with his foot and slipped one of the his arms around the woman's waist. He pressed his other hand, already wet and red, over a bloody wound in her stomach. Together, he and the man dragged the woman into the store.

“There's another out there. I saw him,” Eddie said as he passed the desk. “Can you hold the door, Danielle? I'm going to get him.”

I stammered at him, too terrified to form words.

“When you see me coming back, get the door. Please.”

I saw the same fear in him that I was feeling as he ran back out of the store and into the mall, where the gunfire continued.

I crouched behind the counter, barely able to breathe, shaking, half afraid that I wouldn't be able to move when he came back, if he came back, but I stared at those doors and I waited like a rabbit waits for the wolf to pass. So still, but every inch of me burning with a tense electricity that screamed, “Run!”

Amidst the rush of people desperately trying to escape, a tall, lanky boy dressed all in black dragged a wounded elderly man away from the madness back into the book store.

I made sure I was there to open the door for them.

He would go out twice more when he saw others staggering towards us, in dire need of assistance.

When it sounded like the shooter was getting closer, we huddled together in the fantasy section with a few others and we listened to the rapid POP POP POP coming from just outside our doors.

We got lucky, though. The gunman never made it into the bookstore. With police starting to pour in, he turned his pistol on himself and put a bullet into his brain.

The all clear was given moments later.

I had to help Eddie to his feet; he was trembling and sobbing and staring down at his blood stained hands. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, the reality of what we'd been through, what he'd risked, were sinking in.

“I'm sorry,” he kept saying, trying unsuccessfully to stem his tears in shame. “I need to man up. I'm sorry.”

I wanted to tell him that that was stupid. That crying and being afraid didn't make him less of a man. That “manning up” was a stupid, bullshit concept and his dad and his bullies were stupid, bullshit people for making him feel bad for being different, for feeling. I wanted to tell him that he was a hero.

And I would, eventually, but in that moment, all I could do was hug him.

#creepy #horror story #premonition #mass shooting #author: Pippinacious

[worldsentwined]

Writing Meme

@vefanyar​ tagged me in this thing, so here goes! I’m going to put it under a cut because some of the answers got long. XD

1) How many works in progress do you currently have? Uh....looking at my fanfic folder I *think* about 19? So if you add in my poor neglected novel and the sequel to my poor neglected novel and my poor neglected short story, that’d be...22.

Of course, I’m only actively working on two of them now, but the others are there, watching me reproachfully every time I start something new instead of finishing one of them.

2) Do you/would you write fanfiction? *points to above ask and also 93 fanfics posted to AO3 in the past 2 years* Yeah, I’d say so. ^_^;

3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks? I like them both for different reasons! Ebooks are nice for travel (and even for going back-and-forth to work - my kindle is much lighter than a hardcover). Paper books are nice for re-reading or checking for a quote (because trying to find specific parts of a book on my non-touchscreen, keyboard-less kindle is a pain in the ass). Plus my library system usually has a longer waiting list for the ebook version. And I do like to get physical versions of books I like enough to get signed.

4) When did you start writing? I’ve been spinning stories in my head for as long as I can remember, but my early attempts to write them down tended to fizzle out rather quickly. I heard about NaNoWriMo in college, but it always seemed like too much work to add on when I already had so much to do. So it wasn’t until I was a year out of college and facing unemployment that I really started to think seriously about writing a novel, and because I was only working part time when November rolled around, I finally tried my hand at NaNo. (I won, and ended up with a terrible and complicated unfinished novel, but everyone has to start somewhere). 

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with? I was part of a writer’s group for a few years, with some ladies who I mostly didn’t know when I started out but who became friends after a while. Due to various people moving and the remaining members being bad at planning, we don’t meet anymore, but I would still feel comfortable asking them to beta-read for me if I had some original fiction to share.

For fanfic, my usual go-to beta readers are @vefanyar​ and @minutia-r​, though I have sometimes poked other people too. (And then of course once the fics are finished, they get shared with everyone who cares to look at them.)

6) Where is your favourite place to write? Weirdly enough, my most productive place to write tends to be the circ desk computer at work - for some reason ideas flow really well when I’m standing there? But since I get interrupted there pretty often, I also tend to write at the dining room table or in bed. (I’ve been avoiding the dining room recently because the television is distracting, but I also have an unfortunate tendency to fall asleep over my computer if I write in bed. Probably I should make an effort to clear my desk off).

7) Favorite childhood book? There are so many - I went through all kinds of phases where I just loved one particular book, and I read voraciously. Standouts include the Narnia series, the Redwall books, and The Ghost of Opalina by Peggy Bacon. I honestly have a harder time remembering childhood books - it’s much easier to bring to mind books I read as a young teen, in terms of long-term impact. Many of my lifelong favorite authors (Diana Wynne Jones, Robin McKinley, Terry Pratchett, Patricia C. Wrede) didn’t find their way to me until middle school.

8) Writing for fun or publication? For the last few years I’ve pretty much been writing for fun - unless you count posting fanfics as “publication”, heh. I do still dream of being published though, I just have to get back on that horse. (Or sailing ship, as the case may be).

9) Pen and paper or computer? Usually computer, though sometimes if I get stuck it helps to scribble things down on paper first. I also have occasional bouts of late-night angsty poetry, and those go on paper too.

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes? In high school I was chosen for a special summer course in writing - I think it was because we’d had to write “journals” for the first few minutes of English class every day, and rather than writing about things in my life I wrote a serial story about two of my OCs. (Ciorra the Red-haired Magic Wolf Shapeshifter and Celander the Super Powerful And Handsome Mage. Hoooo boy.) It was a cool experience to have a writing-focused class with people from other schools, but it was focused on poetry which was not as exciting for me then.

I had one creative writing class in college too, also mostly focused on poetry, which I enjoyed except for the occasional snobbery of the English/Lit majors. 

11) What inspires you to write? In fanfiction, what usually happens is I get an idea like “wouldn’t it be funny if...?” or “Well if this happened, then...” and suddenly I’ve written 500 words. Often this is the result of conversations with other people (I’m looking at you, SynS chat) or having drawn something. Fun fact, my whole SSSS Hipster Band AU happened because I doodled Reynir and Tuuri in skinny jeans.

For original fiction, it seems like characters show up in my head and won’t leave me alone until I’ve developed a whole storyline and a world for them. 

Tagging (if you feel like it): *squints* Okay, I feel like Elleth tagged most of my usual suspects, so how about... @gaemmel and @zolotayafeya (whose new username I almost forgot, oops!)

#tag memes #writing

[femslashrevolution]

I Am Femslash: Mod Jess

This post is part of Femslash Revolution’s I Am Femslash series, sharing voices of F/F creators from all walks of life. The views represented within are those of the author only.

(Thank you so much to those who suggested my name. You’ve made my new year! I do want to give a TW for some discussion of my personality history of alcohol, disordered eating, and mental illness...don’t worry, I got a happy ending!)

There’s a movie called Gold Diggers: Secret of Bear Mountain that I watched about a thousand times as a little girl. I wore out two VHS tapes (one of which my mom stole from Parrot Video and Tanning Salon for me in 1995). It was about two girls, Beth (played by Christina Ricci) and Jody (played by Anna Chlumsky), who meet over the summer and go on a treasure hunt together. The first time I watched the movie, I was three or four years old, and I was immediately attracted to Jody.

The thing was, I had an Uncle Jody, so I thought that was only a boy’s name. So, to me, Jody was a boy, and he teased and got a rise out of Beth, and I adored it. Then my mom told me that Jody was actually a girl—she just had short hair and wore tomboy clothes. I was so upset, and I don’t know why!

I know now, of course, that I was frustrated that Jody couldn’t have been flirting with Beth, because they were girls, and girls only did that with boys. So why did they make me feel like that? What had gone wrong inside of me to make me want that?

Despite my love for this movie (which is now cited for it’s amazing lesbian subtext), I absolutely did not think I was a lesbian growing up. I had no idea. I was bookish and shy and very feminine. I assigned myself strategic crushes on quiet, distant boys who were so far out of my league that there was no chance of anything actually happening.

Even fandom was a pretty male-centric place starting out. My introduction to online fandom actually began in the mid-2000’s with the Fueled by Ramen “bandom”—emo/alternative/rock bands like Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the Disco. I crushed on boys with slim hips and long hair and fingernail polish, boys who weren’t afraid to be feminine. It wasn’t very friendly towards women, and femslash was quite a foreign concept. But…the more feminine an artist was, the more I was drawn to him. I became quite enamored with Adam Lambert during his American Idol season because of his makeup and hair, and because, though he wasn’t out yet, I knew he was gay. I only ever was attracted to gay men, and I think this was similar to my unattainable crushes in grade school—it’s not as if anything could ever happen with them. They were safe.

Then, a little show called Glee popped up out of nowhere.

It seems normal now to anticipate pairings like Clarke and Lexa or Alex and Maggie on network TV. They’re possible now. Sure, there was Tara/Willow, but they were a bit before my time, and Arizona/Callie, but Grey’s was a little above my age bracket. But then there was a slow pan upwards from two pairs of sneaker-clad feet, four legs entwined with matching red cheerleading skirts, and my heart began hammering, my breathing quickened, I got all sweaty and cold at the same time.

It was happening, it was happening. Brittany and Santana were queer girls, and they were kissing, and it wasn’t a joke. I was a freshman in high school and knew so little about the world.

From then on, I was in the femslash fandom, confined to our desktop computer in the kitchen. Brittany/Santana gave way to Quinn/Rachel, who became my OTP. Many of my favorite fandoms weren’t femslash juggernauts (Emily/JJ from Criminal Minds was a big one for a while), but I always found small spaces with other femslash lovers. However, I was in the middle of writing a Criminal Minds high school AU that featured both Emily/JJ and the smaller pairing of Hotch/Reid. I received a firm, angry review from someone who wondered why I wasted my time on femslash when people only read for my slash pairings. They said femslash wasn’t really a thing in fandom.

I quit fandom for three years after that.

In that time, I still identified as straight, and to this day, I don’t know why. I was only attracted to women; I was not attracted to men except in the abstract. I was growing bored with straight romance movies and books. I sought almost exclusively LGBT media and I still do today. But maybe I thought it was a phase. Maybe I thought I’d grow out of it. Maybe I just didn’t care, because I was anxious and depressed, I battled intrusive thoughts and dissociation every day, I binge ate and drank, and I had a wicked nicotine addiction.

I got into college, moved out, and I still identified as straight. I loved college and completely flourished creatively, academically, and socially. I quit smoking, changed my style from very feminine to relaxed and tomboyish, and stopped wearing makeup. I won several writing contests and read hundreds of books. But my drinking got worse and so did my anxiety, no matter how happy I thought I was. To make matters worse, I drank alone—I partied with my friends and had great times, but my drinking was a solitary thing. Because if I drank around my new friends, I might say something. I might admit something to them. I wasn’t ready for that. But it took me a long time to realize that when I drank alone and blacked out on my dorm room floor, I was just trying to hold off from admitting something to myself.

It took me a long time to come out. I won’t bore you with what is really a very boring story, but I will say it was very difficult but I received a lot of support from many people. Due to this, I can’t help but feel much of my high school and college experiences were wasted due to my being closeted.

Around this time, I got into the Teen Wolf fandom, which is still my biggest fandom experience. While there were no canon femslash pairings, there was still a thriving femslash fandom that I got involved in right away. I then found Once Upon a Time and Orphan Black years later—two fandoms that I joined mainly because of the main femslash ships.

And the only way I noticed those ships was through this awesome new blog I found called Femslash Revolution. I knew I had to get in on the action, so I contacted Lulu, the amazing person who made it all happen and guided me every step of the way. There would be no blog without her—that’s a given. She’s the woman behind the curtain, and we owe it all to her. Looking back, I can’t believe how small we were back then, and that was only a few years ago! Our pairing tags fit on one page, and we got the chance to spotlight fandoms with popular femslash content, including relatively new fandoms like Orange Is the New Black.

Now, I am out and proud. I’m a published writer. I have also written over 900 individual pieces of fan fiction. I live comfortably and easily. I started medication for my mental illness and by necessity stopped drinking, which was the best thing that I ever did. I am in recovery from my eating disorder. And through it all, this blog has been here. Clarke Griffin has been here. Alana Bloom has been here. Santana Lopez, Alex Danvers, Cosima Niehaus, Poussey Washington, and Amy Raudenfeld have all been here, smiling and laughing and crying along with me, filling me with their strength and inspiration and the idea that we exist, and we aren’t going anywhere.

And you guys have been right here, too. I hope you stick around for a long, long time.

About the Author: @freshbrainss

By day, I go by Jess. I love cats, coffee, and Minnesota winters. And why, yes, I am single. You can find me at AO3 and on LJ. I also mod for a LJ drabble community called femslash100, so if you’re a writer, come and play with us!

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