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marvelwitchergilmore · 2 months ago

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Let Me Prove It

Summary: Logan x Fe!Reader -> After months of grieving for Logan, he proves to you he's not going anywhere.

Disclaimer: Descriptions of death, blood, reader goes through grief of losing Logan. Angst, sadness, some fluff. There is a happy ending. Illusions to smut towards the end. Not Proof Read.

You could remember the day you fell in love with Logan Howlett.

It had been a rainy afternoon. Nothing grand had happened that day. The kids had been in classes all day, most exams were happening all week but by Friday, they’d all be over for the semester. There was stew, heating up on the stove, and you had been reading your book.

At least, you’d been trying to.

Often, your mind would wander off on its own and only half way through your train of thought would you realise you had boarded the wrong train and it was already moving. And just like a flash of a meadow, snapping past one of the compartment windows, you discovered you had feelings for Logan.

And watching him walk through the backdoor only a moment later, confirmed your thoughts.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Your train came to a halt and you snapped up, focusing on reality. “What?”

Logan grumbled. “Nothing. Dinner ready?”

“Almost. Storm’s looking for you, by the way. She wants to know if you can cover her class next week. She’s got a doctor's appointment and no one’s available.”

Logan still had his back turned as he looked in the cupboard for something. “Sure. What class?”

“History. What are you looking for?”

Logan didn’t fully answer you. He just mumbled a noise before pulling a small box out from the back and closing the door. Turning around he opened it up, took a cookie out before offering it to you.

“She got a lesson plan?”

Looking down at your book, you dog-eared the page. Sometimes, you’d use a bookmark but considering most of them would disappear without a trace and leave you fending for yourself to find your page again, hours after you’d read it, you gave up on them.

“Yeah, she’s already left it in your room.”

“Of course she has.” Logan took another bite of his cookie and rounded the kitchen island.

Your gaze followed him. Mostly out of curiosity. You and Logan were friends. Not best friends. But good friends. Well…

Good enough friends.

Could you really be in love with him?

Reaching up into the top cupboard, he brought down the set of bowls and took half from the top.

“You take the rest.”

And for the next ten minutes, you both laid out the table in time for dinner.

Then you watched as he helped some of the younger kids with their hot meals. Despite all of his grumbling and his small protests when it came to calling him the best baby-sitter.

Logan was good with kids.

Yep.

You were in love with Logan.

And just like how you could remember the day you fell in love with Logan, you could also remember the day he died.

It had torn you to pieces.

It still did.

It had been on a mission. You’d all faced worse before. And yet, somehow, nobody was prepared for what was about to happen. Everything blew up. Quite literally. You had been helping some of the kids to safety with Storm and Scott. Scott had left half way through, running to find Jean and help her. Storm had given him cover, as well as the kids.

And once you knew the kids were in safe hands on the jet, you ran back.

Only, when you got to the top of the hill, having skidded to a halt only to catch yourself on a rotting tree, you looked down to see for the first time, the image that would be forever imprinted in your mind.

Logan and Jean were at the bottom. Scott had made it just in time to hold his girlfriend back when Logan took the brunt of the attack. It sent him flying and when he fell to the floor, your gut twisted.

Usually, he’d get up.

But something was off.

He wasn’t getting up. Not as quickly, anyway.

And when he did, an attack came sooner than anyone else had expected.

Straight through his stomach and a second through his side, Logan was impaled to the tree before being torn from it, sent flying forward with the tentacle branches before being pulled off and sent flying to the ground.

You remembered screaming his name along with the others before running forward. Storm had made it there before you, but you were the first on your knees beside him, trying to check for any healing that was starting.

It wasn’t.

You heard the muffled voices of the rest of the team in your ears, fighting against your own heartbeat as you looked down at Logan. He was bleeding out and fast.

The bodies beside you disappeared and followed after the attacker and soon everything became…

Silent.

The ringing in your ears had stopped, your ears had gotten used to your own heartbeat, and you tried your best to focus on Logan.

His eyes were closed. Begging him through your own tears for him to open his, you took his hand. Feeling for his pulse, it was weak. And getting weaker.

“Logan…please. Please don’t do this.”

Then your hearing focused on his heartbeat. Each beat took longer to come after the other until finally, with one weak squeeze of goodbye to your hand, Logan died.

The hours that followed after that became a blur.

The man you loved but had never told had died in front of you. You had heard his heartbeat stop. You had felt his last goodbye. He never got any last words. Just one last touch.

And every night that followed after that, you re-lived it. Over and over and over again. Each night, the same. Logan. The branches. The blood. The pulse. The heartbeat. The touch. The silence.

Sometimes you’d wake just as he touched your hand, the ghost of a feeling left on your palm as you woke.

The others never bothered to ask. At least, not after the first time you had told them. The Professor had gathered you all in his office after everything had happened. And all you could think of was that Logan’s body was lay, lifeless, underneath the school.

He had asked you what had happened and, with your arms folded and your eyes on the ground, you answered him.

“He wasn’t healing. There wasn’t anything I could do. He died,” you explained before looking up at the Professor and giving him Logan’s time of death. “May I go now? I want to make sure the kids are okay.”

The Professor excused you and you left as quickly as you could, the door slamming a little louder than you had meant.

And for the next two months, you…kept yourself busy.

People talked about Logan, they were determined to keep his memory alive. But they didn’t have to go to bed at night, just for his memory to die again. Each morning, you seemed to wake up earlier than usual. And with the feeling of Logan’s hand against yours, you busied yourself as best as you could.

Grading papers, alphabetising the library, cleaning every possible surface including the ceilings, constantly doing the laundry. Weeding out the garden, planting some new flower beds. Fixing the creaky wooden board in the hallway, painting the doors and wooden boards between the windows. Trimming the bushes, scrubbing the pots (even the old ones that weren’t in use anymore).

You did anything and everything you could. Mostly to keep your mind busy but party because you hoped, if you tired yourself out enough, you might have caught a break. Made it one night through without re-living Logan’s death.

But all of that changed one afternoon when you were called to the Professor’s study.

Where you came face to face with…

Logan.

Everyone was confused.

Apart from the Professor.

And throughout the meeting you remained quiet. Obviously, everyone was angry at the fact the Professor had kept such a big secret.

“We didn’t know if it would work and we didn’t want anyone to have to re-live their grief.” The Professor explained. “It was a shot in the dark.”

“How is this even possible?” Storm asked as she sat down.

“It seems Logan’s healing abilities were simply weakened. He needed help to heal. Medical help that not I, nor I’m afraid even you, Jean, could give him. There is a doctor I know, based in Alberta. She helped boost Logan’s healing factor and made sure that whatever had weakened him was no longer in his system.”

There was a little more explaining to do, but you could feel yourself drifting from the conversation. You just kept looking at Logan as he stood by the window and the Professor’s desk.

He had his back turned when you had walked inside, the others all looking confused and annoyed, having to wait for you before they got their explanation.

He had died.

You had seen him die.

You had felt him die.

And yet, there he stood. His hands in his pockets, looking around the room, breathing and living as if nothing had even happened.

Not long after all the explanations, everyone got to voice their opinion and you came last. Everyone looked at you, including Logan.

And all you wanted to do was run.

To him or away from him, you couldn’t quite tell.

So, with a breath, you forced a half smile and nodded. “It’s good to have you back. Professor, may I go? I’ve got a class that’s about to start.”

“Of…of course. I would have thought-”

Reaching for the door, you looked back. “See you round, Logan.”

Just before you closed the door, you heard Storm announce her way to Logan to give him a hug. But even the Professor couldn’t concentrate on that because he couldn’t help but notice there was something different about you.

Of course, he’d noticed you’d been keeping yourself busy. Missing out on family dinners, eating yours when you found the time later on in the evening, cleaning up the classrooms after hours, doing a little touch ups here and there with a smaller paint can and paintbrush.

Little did he know, you had just been filling in the spots you had missed the day before.

But he had figured you had been like the others. Itching to hug Logan. Being glad he was alive and breathing.

Instead…

You had barely said two words and had left as soon as you could.

“Are you okay?” Storm asked you later that night when you were cooking dinner.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Storm lifted herself onto a stool opposite you. “I don’t know. You just didn’t seem…excited about Logan being back.”

“Of course I’m excited he’s back.”

“Then would it kill you to show it?” Storm asked, half jokingly. “Here, let me help.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay, I’m almost done.”

Storm moved her hands away from your chopping board slowly. “Okay. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You smiled. “Ororo, I’m fine. Scouts honour. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

You shrugged, forcing your mind back to reality. “Nothing. It’s just been a long day, s’all.”

Later that evening, you found yourself alone in your classroom. The others were down the hall having dinner but you had found yourself something to do. You could have gone down but whether out of habit of the last two months or fear, you didn’t wish to join them.

Your appetite had already been worse for wear over the last couple of weeks. If you were sat at the table, across from Logan, you wouldn’t have been able to even think about eating.

So, taking another bite of your sandwich, you turned back to your essays.

Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Logan looked around the table. You were missing.

“Whose turn was it to cook tonight?” Logan asked.

“Y/n’s.” Jean told him. “She’s been making most of the meals lately. Guess she just got the cooking bug.”

“But she’s not here.”

Jean shrugged it off. “She’ll probably get some later.”

“Where is she?” He asked as he went to stand. But Jean stopped him.

“Oh, no. Stay. Come on, Everyone needs to catch up.”

“Catch up on what?” Logan asked. “I’ve been in a hospital in Alberta for two months.”

“Please, just…stay. Besides, Y/n’ll appear when she wants. She’s probably busy.”

And after a little bit more convincing, Logan stayed. You’d left so abruptly that morning, he questioned if you even wanted to see him at all.

It continued like that for a week.

At first, Logan tried to convince himself you weren’t avoiding him. But as the week went on and he began to see less of you inside his routine, he knew you had to be.

And then he began to notice things.

Everything seemed cleaner than when he had left. And brighter. Fresher, even. The doors had been given a paint job. Despite it being dry, he could still smell the aroma of fresh paint in the air. The halls were less creaky when he walked down them. The cupboards were tidier. He could find his cookies with ease now.

And despite the fact he didn’t read all that much, he knew the library had changed. Even the books that no-one ever touched. There wasn’t a speck of dust to be seen near them. And one of his personal favourites – a book he tended to read around winter, where the cover was falling off and the pages were falling apart – had been binded to look like new.

So, taking action into his own hands, he went to look for you.

And it wasn’t long before he found you.

You had escaped him when he saw you planting fresh flowers in the garden, and you had escaped him when you had brought in the groceries having used Storm as a distraction for you to slip out of the kitchen once everything was away.

But he had found you in the library.

Once again, you hadn’t come to dinner, making up an excuse that you needed to work. And Logan knew for a fact you hadn’t left to come and get your dinner yet so, he brought it to you.

“Thought you might be hungry.”

You looked up but Logan had already heard the change in your pulse.

“Oh…thanks. You can just leave it there.”

And he did.

“You’ve got to eat at some point.”

“I will,” you looked back up at him. “Soon. I promise.”

This was the longest conversation you’d both had since he got back. So, he took a seat across from you.

“What are you working on?”

“Work.”

Logan smiled. “Funny.”

Then the silence washed over you both. But he didn’t want it to stick. “Y/n?”

You hummed a response.

“Can you look at me?”

Your heartbeat seemed to jump and you took in a discrete breath. Finally seeing your face, Logan smiled.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I’ve not been avoiding you.” You looked back at your work.

“Yes, you have.”

“What makes you say that?”

Logan gave you a list. “The constant work, the avoidance of dinners, the silent treatment. Did I do something?”

You shook your head. “You haven’t done anything, Logan.”

“Then can you look at me when you tell me that so I might believe you.”

Finally, you looked at him.

“Tell me what’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on.”

Logan asked again. “What’s going on?”

You laughed, nervously. “Nothing’s going on. Logan, I’m fine.”

“Are you? Because you’ve been avoiding me since I got back and- what? What is it?”

You laughed again, except this time you didn’t know how you’d describe it.

“‘Got back’ you repeated his words. “You say that as if you left for a vacation. You died, Logan. Or did you forget that?”

“No. Y/n. What’s going on?”

You shook your head and packed away your things as quickly as you could. “Forget I said anything. Thanks for dinner.”

“You didn’t even eat-” Logan watched you walk away from him again.

He’d rather have you fight him than avoid him, so he pressed on.

“Talk to me.” Logan followed after you. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing. It’s late, Logan. Go to bed.”

“Only when you do.”

“What?” You asked.

“Your bedroom, it’s upstairs, down the hall from mine. In the opposite direction. The only thing this way is your classroom.”

“I’ve got to finish grading.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

You shrugged. “What teacher doesn’t get enough sleep?”

“Something is going on. Something has been going on. For a while. Please,” Logan begged. “Just tell me what it is.”

You stopped in your tracks. “Do you really want to know what it is?”

“Yes.” Logan nodded, stopping in front of you.

“Okay then, I’ll tell you.”

And you did.

“I watched you die, Logan. I heard your heart stop. I watched as blood pooled out of your body with no way for me to stop it. Even after three scalding hot showers, I still had your bloodstains on my skin, under my nails and on my clothes. Every night when I close my eyes, I re-live it. Everything. Every tiny detail. And the silence afterwards…it’s deafening. Sometimes I wake up, still feeling the pressure you put into my hand. Sometimes it’s still there hours after I wake up. I had spent every single day keeping myself busy, finding extra work for myself, just to make sure that I don’t start daydreaming about the waking nightmare I had to watch you go through. I had spent the last two months going over and over in my head what I would say to you if I ever saw you again. But I could never bring myself to do it, because I had watched you die. I had felt you die. So, please. Forgive me if I’m not jumping with joy because I can miraculously forget what happened, like everyone else.”

Logan let your words wash over him. No one had told him. He had a sneaking suspicion they hadn’t because even they didn’t know. Maybe they never asked. Maybe they just hadn’t noticed.

Gaining back your breath, you went to turn away.

“Goodnight, Logan.”

Closing your classroom door behind you, you silently locked it and pressed your back against it feeling your entire body start to shake. Slowly, your legs went from underneath you and you lowered yourself to the ground by sliding down the door. You tried your best to squeeze your tears back into your eyes with the heels of your hands, but nothing could stop them.

Not now.

Not when you had just admitted the truth to the one man you never thought you would see again.

Three times Logan turned back to your classroom door, ready to walk inside. But he didn’t know what he would say.

So he waited.

Back in his room, he waited to hear the door to your room close.

And after two hours, he finally did.

And before he knew it, his feet were carrying him towards your door. Only, he stood there for ten minutes, unsure of what to do with himself.

At some point, he finally knocked.

Turning off the tap by the sink, you hung up your flannel onto the radiator bar and dried off your face when you heard the soft knock at your door.

There was only one person who could have been up so late.

He knocked again after a minute or two.

And you opened up the door.

Whatever Logan had just semi-prepared in his mind, slipped away. He was going to say something. But looking at you, standing in front of him…all words failed him.

And the longer he stood in front of you, the louder the reminder came to you that he wasn’t dead. He was alive. He could be shot with twelve live rounds and the bullets would pop right back out of his skin. His claws would flare out and he’d be Wolverine. They’d retract and his skin would heal instantly. There would be no evidence that anything had ever happened.

Then six words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them. Before even your brain could register the thought.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

Logan felt his chest crack and his heart impale with pain.

Pushing the door open a little wider, his arms engulfed you in an embrace that would forever be imprinted on your soul. Your own arms wrapped around him, trying to remember the feel of him both physically and spiritually in case the day ever came where you truly would never see him again.

That if this was going to be your only memory of him, you could never, ever forget it.

Lifting you up in his embrace for a moment, Logan walked further inside your room, kicking the door shut with his foot. Even if no one else was awake, he didn’t want to risk anyone walking by. Clearly, no-one else knew what you had been living through in your nightmares. And he didn’t want anyone else to share this moment between himself and you.

“You spared me the pain of being alone.” Logan whispered into your hair. “I was less scared because you were there.”

“I couldn’t have left you.”

Your tears were back to rolling down your cheeks. “I’m sorry about everything you had to go through.”

Logan softly kissed away your tears, wiping the others away.

You took in a shaky breath. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

Logan shook his head. “You saved me. You stayed with me.”

“But-”

With both your eyes closed, and Logan’s, you felt his forehead touch yours as his hands cradled your cheeks. “I’m real, Y/n. I’m alive.”

You felt Logan take your hand and press it to his chest, over his heart. His heartbeat was mostly steady, if a little quick. Spreading your fingers across his chest, you felt it rise and fall with his breathing.

“I’m alive,” he kept repeating. “I’m alive.”

Logan’s breath was drawing closer to yours. “Logan…”

“Let me prove it to you.”

And you let him.

Capturing your breath in a kiss, Logan remained soft at first. He didn’t want to scare you. He didn’t want you to jump and run away from him like you had done only a few hours before in the library.

But then you kissed back.

So he moved his hands through your hair and over your body until you were pressed against him as close as you possibly could be.

Your own hands pulled him in closer by his neck whilst the hand he’d placed over his heart remained fixed in its position.

Logan was proving to every sense in your body he was real. That he was alive. Almost counteracting the memory that had been drawn from a waking nightmare.

And as he lifted you up, your back soon pressing against the wall, you and Logan knew he would be spending the rest of the night doing exactly what he told you he wanted to do.

Prove it to you.

As morning rolled around, you felt a warm body next to you, tangled not only in you but also your sheets.

Logan.

His arms practically caged around you, you recalled every single detail from the night before. Your argument in the hallways, the classroom, the knock at the door, the hug, the kiss, the proof.

And then, you felt yourself, for the first time in months, give a real smile.

Lowering your head, you buried yourself in between Logan’s chest and your bedsheets, feeling his arms tense at your movement, holding you in the bed without a way of escape.

And as your body reacted to his touch you realised something.

For the first time since his death, you hadn’t had a nightmare. You hadn’t seen his death play on repeat inside your head. And the touch you were feeling wasn’t in your hand but rather all across your body.

Parts were aching with a soreness you never quite knew was possible and later when you would look in the mirror, you would find fingertip bruises by your hips, love bites leading down your hip bone and on your inner thigh. Smaller ones were also dotted around your collar and neck, but a rather prominent one was yet to be left by the crook of your neck from behind where Logan’s lips would find themselves before you got into a fresh shower, Logan joining almost immediately.

But until then, you’d revel in the feeling of Logan’s constant heartbeat against your hand, and for a moment your lips as you kissed his skin. Before he woke up and proved to you time and time again how real he was and how much the memory that had plagued you for two months was something that, although wasn’t easy to forget about, could become something of a distant memory.

And for the rest of your lives, he would make sure to do exactly that.

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petew21-blog · 6 months ago

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Teen wolf - Alpha needs his pack Part 2.

Hey, y'all already know who we are right? We're like two of the most popular guys at school. Or maybe the coolest. Or... ok forget I said that. We are just bestfriends, by day we do normal shirt together by some nights Scott is doing his wolf stuff and I try to help out as much as I can.

But recently sometihng has changed. Scott started to act more dominant. We spoke less and less. He is so focused on the pack and the dangers that might come, but that's not how Scott usually is. Also, what happened to Theo? He is always ten steps behind Scott like some sort of a servant and he even keeps looking at me. But not with his self-centered I AM BETTER THAN YOU look, but now he looks like he wants to tell me sometihng, like he is being punished. I'll try to talk to him, since Scott is distancing himself from me now. HE EVEN GOT A TATTOO. Without me! We were talking getting one and he didn't wait for me. Ok, maybe my dad would be against it, but I would resist. Maybe, for a while. Ok, I wouldn't dare, but you know. He could have said something.

I think I was getting really desperate. My best friend is not talking to me, everyone else would think the way that I do. I knew If I were in his pack he couldn't ignore me. But if my dad found out I was bitten someday, he would flip. Or maybe I would too. The first transformation must be horrible. Which is why I contacted one witch. She is not evil, but doesn't work for free. And I still didn't have an idea how to get Scott to talk to me, but she would know what to do. Wouldn't she?

We met up in the forest. She brough a box with her with all sorts of potions and equipment. She was a middle aged, very beautiful woman, nice hair, leather jacket.

"Hey. You're not the witch from Snow White I was expecting."

"Money" she said annoyed after my joke

I handed her the money. And started nervously: "Haha, sorry about that. I just get nervous handling illegal stuff in the dark with strangers. Not like I would do that, like ever. Not like drugs or anything. I don't do drugs..."

"You talk too much." She handed me a small vial of liquid. As I observed the vial, she touched my hand. "Do you even know, there's some magic in you? Are you so blind to everything around you, you don't even see whats in you?"

"I am a wizard?"

"No. You have some magic, but you're weak." she started packing her things and getting ready to leave.

"Wait, you didn't tell me what to do."

"Drink it to get close to who you want." she said mysteriously.

What does that even mean? I drank the whole vial and she just smiled at me. I hope that's a good sign. A smile from a witch. Sure

Suddenly a noise echoed through the forrest. That sounded like a howl. The witch was already running away from me.

In a minute Derek appeared behind me. "What the hell are you doing here?"

I was really surprised to see him, but also not. The wolves always protect the Beacon Hills so if there was a creature tresspassing, they would know. I tried to sound confident. "Well I could be asking you the same thing"

"Do you even know that the Dread doctors are in Beacon Hills?! Has no one told you they pose a threat, Stiles?!? They want to get to Scott and you are parading in a forrest doing god knows what."

"I was just... on a midnight walk. It's very healthy actually. You should try sometimes. But I guess you run a lot around the town during the night. Right. Anyway..."

"Stiles, shut the fuck up and let's go."

He touched my arm and then my whole world flipped. It must have happened really fast, but for us it felt like ages. I even think I saw Derek's aura? soul? I don't know. But those things switched places in our bodies. They positioned themself and after that I opened my eyes again.

I saw myself. Myself from Derek's eyes. As I looked down I saw Derek's muscles. Oh man, he's gonna kill me now.

"Stiles?!?" the expression of my face changed from my usual friendly approach to the one I might have had maybe the last time playing a video game. I didn't even know my face could do this.

"Yesss?" whoa. Did that vibrating manly voice just come out of me? That's so hot. I have to calm down before Derek notices I am not that mad about the situation as he is.

"What exactly have you been doing here? And I need you to tell me everything." haha. My body looks so funny when he's trying to look angry.

I told him how I felt about Scott, how the witch took the money and gave me the vial and how I drank it.

He laughed of frustration. "You fuckin' idiot. Don't you get it?"

"Get what?"

"The Dread Doctors were planning to swap you and Scott. You were suppose to go meet him after this, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Well of course. Our little stiles feels intimidated by Scott new ball drop and wants to be close, just to endanger the whole town in doing so. What would you do if you swapped with him? Would you manage being the Alpha? HUH? No, right. Didn't think so."

"Sorry, this wasn't the plan."

"Oh I know it wasn't. And it sure wasn't my plan to spend the evening fucking myself."

"WHAT?! WHAT do you mean?! Why should I.... YOU...WHAT?"

"Every magical thing has a twist. And maybe from every cheesy freaky friday movie you watch, you might understand, that the people that swap have to get close somehow, make up. They always have to 'learn a lesson', 'try to walk in each others shoes', but they all take the long way. The fastest way to swap is to know how the other one FEELS."

"Derek, I... I don't know if I want this."

"Well I sure as don't want this kid, but we don't have a choice now, do we? Now, get on your knees. I got places to be."

He came close to me and started unzipping my jeans.

"Hey that's my dick!"

"No, it's mine now. And if you don't want it to be like this forever, which I really don't, then SUCK IT!"

I have to say, that seeing my own body being so dominant was in some ways really hot. I lowered myself.

"I have never seen it from this angle. It looks really nice."

"Stiles. SUCK IT!"

I didn't want to bee yelled at anymore, but Derek's body seemed to react to it slightly. I liked the shaft first, grabbing the lower part of my dick and positioned my mouth over it. My beard over my lips slightly scratching the head of my dick seemed to cause sensation to him. I pushed the dick more and more. Damn, almost no gag reflex. Convenient. My dick is real nice I gotta say. Striaght, slightly hairy, nice balls. It's not one of the biggest out there, but it's not bad in the mouth.

I accelerated. He started moaning. I used my right hand to jerk the lower half and blow the top. I think I'm getting good at this. Maybe cause Derek now put his hand in my hair to hold onto something.

"So you like it huh?"

"DON'T STOP!"

I got back to it, accelerating even more until streams of cum released into my mouth. I swallowed.

"So? When do you think we're gonna swap?" I asked him

He hyperventilated from the orgasm. "I... I thought this would work actually."

"Well maybe we gotta fuck for real. Let's go to my place. My dad's on duty now.

We entered my room. I could see the post nut clarity in his eyes. Post nut clarity and desperation. Nothing I haven't seen before on my own face.

"Ok, Derek. The lube is in the drawers. There is a completely new one. I haven't had a chance to use it. Guess I still won't be the first one using it. Hahah."

"What do you mean?"

"You just came. My body isn't used to cum two times a in an hour, So if you can't do the math, I'll do it for you."

"We'll wait until your body's dick gets hard." he said indifferently

A wave of anger swept over me

"Listen here, Derek. You suggested this and I followed. Now it's your turn to obey and do what I tell you. You don't want to be stuck like this and these are your methods. So we're gonna fuck. And I will be on top. Understand?"

He just nodded. I could see the fear in his eyes. But also excitement. And what I really didn't expect a tent formed in his jeans. That little fucker likes to be dominated. He's just hiding it behind this facade.

I was horny, hell yeah I was. And I also wanted to enjoy being this buff for just a few minutes. I did some pull ups. It went so easily. His body is so amazing. Maybe I should hit the gym after we go back.

Derek just sat shirtless on the bed, watching me lift myself up and down.

I got near him. The sweat drops rolling over my muscles. I took his hand and positioned it on my belt. He unbuckled it. SHIIIT this dick is huge. No wonder when Derek is such a masculine man.

"SUCK IT!" I said just as he said before. Only now, my voice was more manlier than his. He obeyed me, he wanted me to feel good and ge was doing such a great job. I thrusted my hips into his mouth as he was sucking. He choked many time. My body's gag reflex made it worse for him. Take that, that's for before

I took off my pants and he took off his. He turned around and got in position for me to enter him. I took the lube, put some on my hand, then his ass. Then on my new dick. Fuck, it's my first time jerking his dick. And it feels so good. I don't think I want to swap. But if I get my hands on the vial, I could swap with anyone. It would be cool to know what it's like to be Theo. He has a beautiful body.

My mind got back from daydreaming to fucking again. My hard pulsating dick in my hand ready over my hairy ass. I pushed, slowly, gently. I waited for him to get used to it. He moaned like a little bitch. While I waited for him to enjoy the pain I grabbed his dick. He was just as hard as I was. I took my other hand and grabbed him under his neck and took him close to me. My other hand still on his dick, jerking him, my own dick thrusting into him. He moaned. I kissed his neck and bit him a bit. I could feel my wolf teeth come out. But no, not the time

I accelerated. Thrusting more into him and jerking him twice as before. He wasn't moaninf, he was screaming out of pleasure now. And then it hit. Both of us. Be came at the same time. I came into him and ha came all over my bed. We panted, my dick still inside of him slowly getting flacid.

I pulled out. Laying myself down and he did so next to me on the bed.

"Well, that didn't work."

We just looked at each other, both wondering what we were gonna do.

But hey, atleast I get to be part of the pack with Scott now.

A story from inbox that skipped a few others: Maybe a second part of the new alpha where stiles hires some witch to make him and derek swap bodies in order to improve the pack. Maybe even derek had a kink with being smaller and loves the new reality.

Sorry for taking so long, but don't worry. Your story is coming

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farfromstrange · 1 month ago

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Do No Harm

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: (Not) A Greater Woman

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Summary: Your tendency to self-destruct tears down everything in your path, even your best friend. Though it is Claire's secrets, in the end, that have you fearing for your life.

Warnings for this chapter: ANGST, Heavy on the angst (18+), alcohol abuse (and everything that comes with it), mentions of alcoholism, mentions of child and domestic abuse, mentions of suicide, bad coping mechanisms, Reader is being unfair, needles, mentions of drugs, self-destructive behavior, violence, faint allusions to sexual assault

Word Count: 3.4k

A/n: ...and ending on a cliffhanger. Classic. I purposefully wanted a lot of raw dialogue. I wanted Liv to say things she doesn't mean because she has problems and she needs help. I wanted Claire to be on her last straw because mental illness is hard on everyone involved, just to different degrees. Mental illness does funny things to people, after all. Please, heed the warnings.

Read Chapter 15: (Not) A Greater Woman here on AO3!

In your dream, far beyond the never-ending void of darkness, there is a little girl. She’s running around a field of bright white daisies, carefully picking those she deems pretty enough to be made into a flower crown. The sun is shining down from above, and it’s so peaceful there, far away from the bustling of the city.

A woman calls from somewhere north. The little girl turns toward the distinctive sound, waving her daisy-filled hands. “Daisies, mommy!” she says, unstable on her little toddler legs.

The woman chuckles. “I can see that, darling. You want to come over here for a second? I have to reapply your sunscreen.”

Such a beautiful summer day, you think to yourself as you feel the breeze against your skin. The little girl doesn’t protest. She takes the daisies and runs up the hill to her mother.

They are the spitting image of each other—matching braids, matching overalls, and matching smiles. At what point in life does the candle blow out, and children who once believed in all the good in the world turn into cynical adults? At what point in life does the magic end?

When the woman calls out this time, the name she utters sends a shiver down your spine. You look around yourself, but there is no one but you, the little girl, and her mother, and neither of them seems aware of your presence in the vast field of daisies.

The realization slowly dawns on you that the girl with stars in her eyes isn’t just any little girl finding solace in nature, she is you.

Within seconds, the daisies turn to dust. You look down, expecting to see a sliver of green, but you find yourself standing in a pile of ashes instead. First, it is ashes, then it is grass again, and then, you’re standing before a marble gravestone in a crowded cemetery in the suburbs of San Francisco.

That is why you hate summers; one second, you’re happy, and the next, the person you love most is ripped from your bare hands.

When you think about your mother, you only remember the good days. Though somewhere in the faint distance of your mind, tucked away in a neat box that you once locked and threw away the key, are pictures of her crying. Pictures of her lying in bed for days as your father tried to coax her to at least eat something.

You remember the times she used to yell at him, completely apathetic, and you had to watch from your doorway down the hall as she bullied him away. You doubt he ever noticed you there. In reality, your mother had more bad days than good. The tumor was growing uncontrollably inside of her, but every time he took her to the doctor, they sent her home with another psychiatric diagnosis.

You were only a child, a toddler, you didn’t know any better. You only wanted your mother. But you lost her, and shortly after, you lost your father to the impossible power of drugs and alcohol.

You swore yourself you would never turn into him. After years of taking care of him, you swore to yourself you would never touch a bottle of liquor. You would never make the same mistakes he did.

Until one day, you did.

No matter what you do, you might never outrun the cycle of self-destruction you were born into.

Your eyes flutter against the iron curtain keeping them shut. You’re trying to fight your way out of this godforsaken nightmare, but someone seems to be holding a sledgehammer to your head. Thud, thud, thud. It’s hollow, at first, then quickly turns sharper.

“Liv,” a faint voice breaks through the cotton in your ears. “Liv, hey! Can you hear me?” she asks.

The world is too bright when you finally open your eyes. With the pounding headaches comes a wave of toe-curling nausea, and before you know it, you’re hunched over the edge of Claire’s couch, reality crashing into you like a tidal wave, and you’re motioning for something, anything, to empty your guts into.

Just in time, she puts a bowl in your hand. A mix of alcohol and pure stomach acid burns its way through your esophagus, traveling from your stomach out through your mouth.

If only the memories were erased, the physical pain would be much easier to bear. You can still see them, clear as day in your mind. Matt, the empty restaurant table, and the bottle of vodka you drowned in—it’s all coming back to you now. One would think that drinking yourself into oblivion would work like a wet towel on a dirty whiteboard, but the brain can be powerful in upholding the clarity of painful memories. Once again, you have fallen victim to your psyche. You destroyed your body again, and again, it was for nothing at all.

“Easy.” Claire wraps a hand around your hair. “You’re gonna rip out your IV.”

You catch a glimpse of the tube sticking out of your arm, attached to the bag of yellow propped up on the backrest.

“What?” you pant.

It doesn’t make sense to you. None of this makes sense. She is coddling you like one of her patients. After what you did, you hardly deserve it. The things you said to her seem so cruel now in retrospect, but you were drunk and angry, and you didn’t know how to listen. You didn’t want to listen. So, you picked a fight because that is what you do best—pushing the people you love away.

“It’s a banana bag,” Claire states. “Don’t ask.”

“Well, I am asking.”

“Perks of a nurse’s apartment. Free drugs.”

“Criminal,” you mutter.

“Anger issues,” she retorts. “Somebody’s gotta make sure your ass doesn’t die from alcohol poisoning, so…”

Nerves do funny things to people. Some start pacing, others try to breathe, and Claire hovers. It is her job to do so. To be there. To take care of others. And she is the first to try and save something that seems beyond repair. To her, nothing ever really is.

She reaches for her medical bag. “Here,” she says, handing you a wrapped aspirin. “This should help with the hangover.”

You ignore her. “What time is it?”

“Little after five.”

“In the morning?”

“In the evening. You were out for over twelve hours.”

“Fuck!” You try to sit up without ripping the needle out of your arm, but even the slightest movement turns your stomach around.

The next curse comes with a gush of stomach acid. Your muscles contract, and you empty your guts into the bowl.

Claire growls, “Stop moving.”

“No. I need to–” You retch. “Uh, I need to be at work in a few hours. I need to… go home.”

You convince yourself that if you breathe through your nose, you won’t vomit. You won’t pass out. The pain won’t consume you whole. You reach for the aspirin, after all, to at least try to numb what you destroyed.

“You still have alcohol in your blood.” She stops you. “You can’t operate like this.”

You push the bowl aside. “I have patients, Claire,” you say. “I need to check on them. If I don’t, I’ll get fired. People could die.”

“Are you really that irresponsible?”

“I’m not drunk anymore.”

“Oh, yeah?” She reaches for the breathalyzer, wherever she got that from. “Blow into this,” she says, “and we’ll talk.”

You grind your teeth. Your eyes flicker between the device and her face. She looks smug—so fucking smug. You push it away from your mouth; you’re going to fail, anyway. Setting foot in the hospital would be gross medical negligence, and you refuse to be that person.

Claire nods. “Thank you. You’re gonna call in sick to work, and I will make sure you’re sober enough by tomorrow for your next shift.”

“Is that all you’re gonna do?” you counter.

A pause, and then, “I’ll come back when the time’s right,” she says.

You want to ask, what if the time is never right? But the tension wraps around your neck like a noose, and you find yourself suddenly unable to talk.

Life as you know it is over, you have to face that. Things will never be the same again. Claire might never be the same again. As much as it hurts, the cycle of life always finds ways to fuck you over, and you just have to accept that.

You watch as Claire busies her hands, as she keeps hovering, and the words she said last night before you passed out come back to mind. Do you want to turn into your father? You could get nauseous again just thinking about it. “What you said last night,” you begin, “about me turning into my father…”

She stops rearranging the furniture, but she doesn’t turn around to you. “You want me to say I didn’t mean it?” she asks.

“I want you to tell me the truth,” you say.

“The truth?”

“Yeah.” You sit up straighter, holding onto the needle in your arm. “Do you really think I’m like him?” A grunt slips past your lips. “I mean, is that how low you think of me?”

Claire scoffs. Her eyes slip from you to her hands in her lap. “I asked if you wanted to turn into him, I didn’t say you already were. ‘Cause even if that’s not the case, you’re on the best path to doing so anyway.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Seriously?” She gets up, towering over you, and you have no choice but to let her; you don’t have the energy to fight back. “All the drinking, picking fights, and feeling sorry for yourself? That’s not an indication?”

“I have bad coping mechanisms, yes, but that doesn’t mean–” but you get interrupted.

“Bad coping mechanisms,” Claire snickers. “Right.”

“I’m not like him and you know it,” you say. “You know I’d rather die than be like him.”

“If you keep going like this, you will die.”

Your eyes roll back into your head. “I had a few drinks. I didn’t snort a line of coke and started beating the person I was supposed to protect senseless. You know why?” You raise your voice high enough for it to crack. “‘Cause I’m not like my father!”

The sound travels back to your ears, and you flinch at the shrillness of it all. You swore years ago that, no matter how miserable you get, you would never let the pain get the better of you. You’re still functioning. You are not like your father because you’re still functioning. Or are you, after all, just lying to yourself?

Your life has been a burning trash pile for so long that you forgot what normal even is, but maybe you are the reason it hasn’t stopped burning yet. Maybe it isn’t the trauma or the fact that Matt stood you up but you are the one pouring gasoline into the fire.

You’re not functioning, but you can’t possibly admit it.

“You’re using alcohol to escape,” Claire says. “You know who does that? Alcoholics. You’re an alcoholic.”

“I am not an alcoholic!” you snap.

Your mind is a continuous loop of, take it back, take it back, take it back. You just want her to take it back.

Instead, she throws her arms up in the air. “My point is that you can’t keep going like this. You can’t drink yourself into a coma at every minor inconvenience. You’re gonna end up dead in a ditch one day, and I won’t be there to bail you out.”

You manage to pull yourself together enough to rise from the couch. “I don’t need you to bail me out! I don’t need you to do anything,” you tell her, so sure of yourself.

“You’re my best friend, for fuck’s sake! I’m here. I’ll always be here,” she says, “but I can’t help you if you keep destroying yourself just because you think nothing fucking matters anymore!”

“I’m not some broken thing you need to fix, Claire! It is my life! Mine!”

“You know what? You’re right. Maybe I shouldn’t stop you from killing yourself.”

You shake your head. “I managed to survive before I met you, and I can do it again.”

You try to tell yourself that she isn’t the reason you’re still alive. You try to tell yourself that she is just another person in your life and that you will survive if you lose her. Life would be easier if she wasn’t who she is.

Upon your words, Claire doesn’t move a muscle. “Okay,” she says. “Fine.”

Infuriating.

“God, I wish I’d never met you!”

In the fallout of your outburst, there is quiet. The words seep into her skin like radioactive material. You watch as it poisons her, as it poisons every good memory you made together over the past two years as though it never meant a thing.

You can’t believe you said that.

“Well,” Claire finds her voice again after seconds stretched into hours, “that makes two of us. But you know what? I won’t stand in your way. I’m done.”

The words die on your tongue.

“I’m gonna take a walk, and when I come back,” she says, “I want you gone.”

“Claire–” you start.

You have never seen her so distant, so beside herself. She reaches for her coat on the rack. “You know how to remove an IV, don’t you?”

“You think that’s gonna hurt me?” you try to engage her one last time, waiting for a reaction, anything to tell you that she isn’t going to walk out on you.

That she isn’t about to abandon you.

That you didn’t just ruin the one good thing in your life by not knowing how to keep your mouth shut.

Because you were so angry at yourself you took it out on her like a fucking sociopath.

“No,” Claire chuckles, breathless to no end, “you don’t need me for that. You never did.”

The door falls shut behind her.

For a moment, you think it’s a bad joke and that she will turn around and come back, but one minute turns to two, and the door remains closed. You are left alone in a strange apartment with a strange cat, trapped in a grave you dug for yourself.

A greater woman would run after her. A greater woman would apologize and beg her to come back. A greater woman would not be a coward when faced with the reality of having pushed her best friend away—because she has no one else. You have no one else. But you’re not a greater woman. You claim to be; you want to be, but you are far too screwed up for that.

You press a finger just above the needle, slowly pulling it out of your arm. The sting is unlike the thousand cuts every one of your breaths is marinating with salt. An inferno has taken over your body, but you have no more fight left in you.

You are done.

You ignore the blood spurting from the superficial wound, reaching for your coat instead. Your steps are far from straight, your vision is blurry and you don’t have any money, but you would be damned if you stayed.

Just as you’re about to drag your sorry ass to the exit, the door rattles. It’s subtle, but it’s there, followed by the relentless drag of steel boots along the hallway outside.

The uncoordinated turning of the knob stops you in your tracks.

Claire has a key.

The woman who lives here has a key, and she is still with her ill brother.

You are either having hallucinations, finally losing your mind or someone is trying to get into the apartment—and it isn’t Claire.

You back away, step after step toward the window. As if you could survive a jump from this height. As if you have the guts to jump.

That rattling is so familiar—too familiar.

Someone kicks at the fragile wood, and your heart drops to your stomach, dissolving in the acid. Voices start to overlap in a language you don’t understand. You have nowhere to run.

The irony of it all almost makes you laugh. You pushed Claire out of the apartment she’s staying in; you pushed her out of your life, and now someone is trying to break in with you inside. It seems like karma of the highest order.

Your mouth opens in a gasp as the door flies off its hinges, and you come face to face with two men. Strangers covered in scars.

You don’t scream.

You don’t run.

They certainly expect a reaction out of you, shouting orders in Russian to each other to surround you, but you are tethered to the ground by the roots of an invisible tree. Your blood runs cold, clogging the arteries leading to your heart, but you still can’t run.

Pointless is the only word that comes to mind. Fighting back is pointless. You want to curl up and die. To let natural selection take its pick. You can’t say you don’t deserve it because that would be the biggest lie of all.

Their grabby hands reach for you. “Take it,” John’s voice pipes up in the back of your head. “Take. It!” And if it were him, you would run.

God knows what they want to do to you. They have the same evil in their eyes as he had. A million worst-case scenarios cross your mind, all worse than the mercy of death, and your muscles thaw. A switch is flicked. You break out of the ice, sprinting around the coffee table to get toward the door just when they think they can get to you. Russian obscenities fall from their lips, and you swear you can make out the name, “Claire,” along the lines.

They will not get her, and if they get you, at least they won’t have her.

You should have listened when she said there are some things she just can’t tell you. You had no right to be mad. What has she gotten herself into? What has she been suffering through without you?

She always had to bail you out. Even when you thought she chose herself, she was still choosing to protect you. What a fucking fool you are.

You catch the eyes of a boy, a teenager, on your way to freedom, the two men shouting behind you, and his broken brown eyes break your heart like a porcelain vase. He looks so guilty, so shocked to see you there, and it only takes you a moment to recognize him.

He’s bleeding.

“Not Claire,” he chokes out in his broken Spanish accent, even after you shake your head and scream for him to run, but it’s too late.

They don’t care that you’re not her. They grab you, and you scream again as they tear you to the ground. You barely feel the blood pooling under your nails, dragging along the splintering floorboards. Adrenaline forces your body to fight back, to kick, and to cry out for help, but like all those years ago, no one hears you.

One of the men grabs your hair and forces your head into the wood. Your temple splits open under the sheer force, blood splattering everywhere. For a moment, you only hear your heart racing in your ears. You can taste it on your tongue. The lights blind you, and they are whiter than they used to be.

You’re painfully aware of the hands dragging your limp body toward the door. T copper and dirt in your nostrils are a toxic combination of scents that remind you of death, and you might just die tonight. Physically and emotionally, you might die.

You’ve been begging for death to come and get you, but now that he is knocking on your door, you don’t want him anymore. Not like this. Not after everything you survived to get here. This is not how you want to go out.

“Help,” your lips form the word as an incoherent whisper. “Help, please…”

It’s too late. Consciousness slips through your fingers, and darkness overcomes you like a total solar eclipse. Though unlike before, you are not floating. You are not at peace. There are no daisy fields or graveyards.

This new darkness is empty, vile, and eerily familiar, too. When you finally succumb to it, thoughtless existence is all that is waiting for you on the other side—or perhaps, purgatory.

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marlinspirkhall · 1 year ago

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I watched the unaired Selection pilots so you don't have to

But, if you want to, you can do so here, and here (password: “selection”), credit to Media Garage on YouTube

Edit: links no longer active

The Selection (2012)

Strong Hunger Games vibes throughout, the plain-text opening screen isn't helping

Stock-footage of rolling hills gets replayed way too much

ETHAN PECK?

Unlike in the books, America only finds out she's been entered into The Selection after she gets selected, so the plot point about the photoshoot & her radiant smile being the thing which gets her selected no longer applies, I guess

Everyone in the YouTube comments was saying that Aspen and Maxon were miscast & the actors' roles should have been swapped (... No comment. I believe in you, Mr Peck)

This castle is looks too small to fit 24 TV show contestants in it

Fiona, unprompted: “Can you keep a secret, America?”

America: “I have been known to”

Fiona: “I play the violin”

Okay? (This is actually a very sweet moment and, again, Fiona may be the best actress in this)

This episode covered a significant portion of the first book, out of order, which makes me wonder if the intention was to cover all 3 books in one series.

This almost feels like half of a film, making me wonder if someone adapted a film spec script into a tv show spec script

Apparently, Fiona has a secret child and Celeste knows about it, causing Fiona to drop out on day one and tearfully warn America to “trust no one, there's no such thing as friends here”- which is a fucking wild thing to say when she's probably the only contestant who's been nice to America so far & Celeste didn't even need to get to know her to know her secrets because she has spies anyway 😭

It's worth reminding you that they have been at the palace for one entire day total

You think Queen Amberly is being fleshed out in this version but... Hmm

Amberly appears to be the one pulling the strings from behind the scenes (she confronts Celeste about extorting Fiona, tells her "she would have gone home in due time" and to "leave America to me. Anything we do to try and separate them [her and Maxom] will only make him want her more")

Again: IT HAS BEEN A DAY

America sees her servant gathering all her dresses (none of which she has used yet, bar the yellow and green ones) including the iconic blue one from the book cover. America asks what's happening and the servant replies: “Prince Maxom's orders”

Cut to America's family. They open a box with a glittering pair of high heels inside. I guess this is supposed to mirror the part of the book where Maxom cuts off the stipend for 2's and 3's who are in the selection?

If you think this version feels unfaithful to the book, just wait until you see The CW's pilot

IT HAS BEEN ONE DAY

Runtime: one day 45 minutes

Final rating: 5/10, kinda long and stiff in places and the set design was all over the place. Felt like a Hallmark movie (the set design didn't help). Probably would watch another episode of this if it was a full series or a limited series of 3-6 episodes. A little script-doctoring and a better set would work wonders.

The Selection (2013)

I cannot stress enough: this version begins with a sex scene between Maxom and a servant

Okay, I got ahead of myself; it actually begins with another hunger-games-esque black screen with text on it, text which reads “Someday, in the future”, which is read aloud by a woman's voice.

We zoom in on a much roomier-looking castle on a hill, as a random whip sound effect plays (leading into the sex scene, in which no whips are present)

All the female servants in the palace are dressed in sexy maid costumes and I wish I was kidding

The world map explaining the history of Illea is CONFUSING AS HELL, but maybe they hadn't nailed down all the details yet. I'm genuinely not sure

ANTONY HEAD?

Aspen is introduced tied to a St Andrew's cross and being watched over by a guard. America asks the guard to free him, he chases her through the streets, she circles back and cuts Aspen down

America's selection is similar to the 2012 pilot, except Aspen is present. America asks her mom why she'd enter her into the selection when “You know I'm with Aspen”, so uh, I guess they're not keeping it a secret here.

There's also no mention of Aspen being of a lower caste than her, nor of America having a job other than the vague title of "laboring class" which hangs over them all, vaguely

This is a masterclass in editing and pacing. The dialogue is okay, but the added geopolitics make no sense. Any issues with this are smoothed over by the fact that the plot keeps moving forwards at a breakneck pace to keep you distracted.

The lack of breathing room would probably be too confusing for an audience who wasn't already familiar with The Selection

The set here is absolutely beautiful but unfortunately it gives me Merlin vibes, and casting Antony Head as the king does not help with this.

Maxon attempts to pull a Mr Darcy. He then tells America that if she runs away with Aspen, the guards will beat him to a pulp and they'll both spend the rest of their lives in prison. America suggests that she make the monarchy look good so the working class don't side with the rebels. Looks like we're going full Hunger Games.

Celeste's handmaiden seems way too devoted to her; they turn out to be lovers

Just when you think Maxon might start redeeming himself, we see the palace guards swarm Aspen and kicking him. Maxom stands nearby on his horse overseeing this so there's no question of whether he did it or not

Final rating: 6/10, I would absolutely watch another episode of this. It was an absolute mess, but I've seen teen wolf, so I'm not gonna pretend I'm above it.

This feels like the kind of pilot which would get greenlit just to attract hateviewers.

Summary:

Neither protagonist had red hair and neither adaptation was trying particularly hard to give it to her (2012: dark red box dye. 2013: blonde!)

These actors are doing their best and some of them even seem to be having fun (good for them)

In the 2013 pilot, the writers lampshade America running around “like an action hero”, but she promptly forgets how to do that by the midpoint of the episode, so w/e

It feels like the 2013 pilot was a reworking of the 2012 pilot, because there were too many similarities carried over from one script to another which weren't present in the original book, like Fiona having a secret relationship.

I forgot to mention that Aspen has a brother in the 2013 pilot. He seems to be adapted from the palace guard who has a relationship with one of the contestants in a later book.

I can't get over how fucking weird of a decision it is to make the kind and likeable love interest into a power-corrupt despot, but it does feel more true to an actual monarchy. I assume they were trying to give Maxon a bad-boy vibe, which doesn't make much sense because that's supposed to be Aspen's whole deal.

There was a whole subplot in both pilots where an advisor character is revealed to be working with the rebels at the end of the episode

Extremely funny to me that the 2012 pilot makes a point of mentioning that sex before marriage is illegal and the 2013 pilot opens with premarital sex with the prince regent

#The Selection series #The Selection #Kiera Cass #Anthony Head #Ethan Peck #dystopian fiction #YA fiction #undescribed #America Singer #Prince Maxon #long post

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hooked-on-elvis · 2 months ago

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"It's Still Here" (1973)

Recorded on May 19, 1971 at RCA’s Studio B, Nashville, TN. Released on July 16, 1973. Album: Elvis (Fool)

MUSICIANS Piano: Elvis Presley, Bass: Norbert Putnam. * The complete recording of “It’s Still Here” runs 4:40, including a breakdown in the middle of the take; it was edited down to 2:05 for the initial master.

RECORDING SESSION Studio Session for RCA May 15–21, 1971: RCA’s Studio B, Nashville On the night of May 15 RCA’s Studio B had been decorated for an early Christmas. A tree with beautifully wrapped empty boxes stood in the center of the room, but Elvis brought real gifts for the musicians and his own associates — gold bracelets engraved “Elvis '71.” All the players from the June 1970 sessions were back, and again there were no backup singers present. With no personnel changes and as few distractions as possible, Felton expected to be able to get all of Elvis’s recording done in short order and save all the sweetening for later. BACKSTORY: The studio was decorated for Christmas in May most likely to create the right mood for the musicians - specially to inspire Elvis himself, since everybody knew how much of a Christmas enthusiast he was. During that session they would cut songs that would be release in the same year, 1971, on the then upcoming album "Elvis Sings The Wonderful World Of Christmas", as well as begin to record songs for the following albums - a contemporary music album and a gospel album. The Christmas decoration might have helped but fact is Elvis was in a great mood during those May recording sessions, cheerfully joking with everybody in the studio, even showing off his karate skills, while keeping himself seriously engaged in doing his best work, specially with the religious songs. His light mood is quite intriguing since what happened to him a little time prior to that recording session. During a recording session on March 15-16th 1971, Elvis felt a striking pain on his eye and left to see a doctor, ending up being diagnosed with glaucoma.

Excerpt from book "Elvis What Happened" by Red West, Dave Hebler and Sonny West as told to Steve Dunleavy (1977).

Elvis leaving an eye doctor's office in Beverly Hills sometime in late 1971.

That year, 1971, was the beginning for the dark sunglasses era. Elvis took it all lightly, joking around with people about his serious health condition. One of those people was Kathy Westmoreland, to whom Elvis said, after showing her his collection of sun glasses:

"If I have to wear the damn things," Elvis smiled, making fun of himself, "I'm gonna have one in every color." Excerpt from "Elvis and Kathy" by Kathy Westmoreland (1987).

After the brief hospitalization and the emergency eye treatment, Elvis got right back into the recording studio in Nashville considerably fast.

— A LITTLE BIT OF THE RECORDING SESSION ON MAY 19, 1971 WHEN "IT’S STILL HERE" WAS RECORDED: During the day Elvis slept, but for most of the members of the band it was business as usual—sessions all morning and afternoon. When they came back to work nights with Elvis, Felton had an unwritten rule prohibiting anyone from yawning in the studio—for fear that it might “bring down” his star—and he insisted that the musicians take their breaks in the parking lot. And even Elvis made a trip to their “outdoor lounge” when he became bogged down in “Seeing Is Believing,” a new tune Red West had just frantically completed. Otherwise, though, he kept focused throughout the evening, actively directing the band, patiently discussing the backing parts with the female singers. Jerry Reed’s “A Thing Called Love” was completed with an elaborate vocal arrangement that featured bass singer Armond Morales in a unison part with Elvis throughout the song. References to the previous evening’s gunplay were flying, and after a while Elvis noticed how upset the Imperials became whenever he struck a karate pose. It was another night of good-humored ad-libbing. “He left the splendor of RCA—of Victor,” he sang self-referentially after one verse of “Listen To The Bells”; “went back to Sun Records. …” The next take of “A Thing Called Love” collapsed, and Felton as always deflected blame from Elvis onto the newcomer, Joe Moscheo. But Elvis, ever gracious when he was in good spirits, just changed the opening line of the song from “Six foot six, he stood on the ground” to “Three foot four …” and dedicated the song to Charlie Hodge. After the meal break the atmosphere changed. Determined to capture the mood he achieved while performing at home, Elvis sat down at the piano for an impassioned yet unassuming solo set. Two of the three songs he chose had been favorites as far back as his days in Germany: “I’ll Take You Home Again Kathleen” and Ivory Joe Hunter’s “I Will Be True,” both of which he’d recorded on his home equipment in Bad Nauheim. This old material was hardly what Felton or RCA were looking for in an Elvis session, but Al Pachucki was ready with the tapes rolling just the same. The most moving of the three was another Ivory Joe Hunter song, “It’s Still Here,” but later Felton excitedly reported to the Colonel that with overdubs they all would make “great tunes,” keen to convince both Elvis and his manager of their commercial potential.

Excerpt: "Elvis Presley, A Life in Music: The Complete Recording Sessions" by Ernst Jorgensen. Foreword by Peter Guralnick (1998)

AFTERMATH Five albums were out a while before the "Elvis (Fool)" album could be released in 1973. Following the 1971 Christmas album was the contemporary music album, "Elvis Now", and then the gospel album "He Touched Me" preceding two live record releases, the "Elvis: As Recorded At Madison Square Garden" (1972) and the "Aloha From Hawaii Via Satellite" (1973) albums, and just then the "Elvis (Fool)" album was made by putting together songs recorded during the May 1971 recording session as well as songs taped during recording sessions in February-March 1972.

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"IT'S STILL HERE" — LYRICS Songwriter: Ivory Joe Hunter The day you said we'd never part You turned around and broke my heart You had the nerve to tell me I would soon forget Now you've been gone away one year And I have not forgotten dear The love I had for you so long Is still here Wow-oh It's here, still here Because my heart cannot believe We're really through And though you said we'd never part You turned around and broke my heart The love I had for you so long Is still here It's here, still here Because my heart cannot believe We're really through Now you've been gone away one year And I have not forgotten dear The love I had for you so long Is still here Wow-oh It's here, it's here, still here Because my heart cannot believe We're really through And though you said we'd never part You turned around and broke my heart The love I had for you so long Is still here Wow-ow It's here, still here Because my heart cannot believe We're really through And though you said we'd never part You turned around and broke my heart The love I had for you so long Is still here Oh yeah

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ORIGINAL RECORDING Ivory Joe Hunter (1968)

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Gerald Cinamon

Chief designer for Penguin Books with a flair for pacing illustrated nonfiction, such as with Pelican’s Style and Civilization series

Gerald Cinamon, who has died aged 93, was one of the most skilled book designers of his generation. For 20 years from 1965 he was Penguin Books’ main designer of arts and architecture titles, becoming its chief designer in the mid-1970s.

A master of the paste-up method of layout, Cinamon was particularly adept at pacing illustrated books. From one spread to the next he would shift visual emphasis from vertical to horizontal, wide-angle to close-up, empty to full, synchronising these switches of treatment with key points in the text.

His debut for Penguin in 1961 coincided with two key events for the company: its acquittal in the Lady Chatterley’s Lover trial, and its employment of Germano Facetti, who recharged its cover designs for a new decade. But it was Kaye Webb, new editor at the Puffin imprint, who instigated the body of work for which Cinamon would become best known.

Webb had compiled a volume of her husband Ronald Searle’s St Trinian’s cartoons, and handed Cinamon, then a freelancer, “a box of jumbled clippings” from which to create a Penguin edition. He would paste up layouts at his kitchen table in Notting Hill, west London, surrounded by manuscripts, proofs and the aroma of Cow Gum, downing tools when his daughters returned from school.

The St Trinian’s Story (1961) led to further commissions for illustrated Penguins, and Cinamon unintentionally became a specialist in this field, at a time when letterpress was rapidly being replaced by offset litho as the means of printing books.

Where type and images had previously occupied two discrete planes – pictures on their own pages, often on coated art paper – litho enabled designers to place picture and text side-by-side, and Cinamon took advantage of this, interweaving halftones and line images with set type to make a verbal–visual narrative. His flair for sequencing nonfiction books led him to become the main designer of Pelican series of the 60s and 70s such as Style and Civilization and The Architect and Society.

The integrated method was also crucial to John Berger’s Success and Failure of Picasso (1965). There the author indicated precise points within the text where images were to be placed. When Cinamon inevitably found that this was not always possible, Penguin dispatched him to Geneva to resolve the layout with Berger.

In 1966 Penguin launched a hardback imprint, for which Cinamon designed A Fortunate Man: The Story of a Country Doctor, written by Berger and with photographs by Jean Mohr. The contrast between these two books for Berger demonstrates the span of Cinamon’s repertoire, despite the contextual similarities (same author, same publisher, single-colour print, a hand-held format).

Where Success and Failure’s layout rolled line by line with Berger’s polemic, A Fortunate Man’s images did not correlate with points in the text, and this allowed Cinamon to “write” the text–photo combinations, and the overall rhythm, in his own way. His arrangement is particularly effective in contrasting man with his rural environment: 45 pages pass before a human figure appears in the photographs.

Though sometimes categorised as a proponent of the objective, modernist Swiss style of graphic design, Cinamon’s solutions to briefs were far broader than that tag implies. His colleague Tony Kitzinger remembers his outlook as being “Swiss, tempered by New England”.

Born in Boston, Massachusetts, Jerry was the younger son of Pearl (nee Hirschberg) and Max, a liquor salesman. He initially studied at Massachusetts School of Art, and in 1953 joined the US Navy. He was then accepted by the department of graphic arts at Yale University, where his teachers included Alvin Eisenman, Armin Hofmann, Norman Ives, Josef Albers, Herbert Matter and Paul Rand.

Graduating in 1957, Cinamon received a Fulbright scholarship for the Ecole des Arts et Métiers in Paris, but found the approach there outmoded, so drove to Switzerland to study further with Hofmann in Basel. He was thus influenced first-hand by several key strands of the modern movement, from the Bauhaus to the new American advertising.

On the way home from Europe he met Diana Philcox, a recent textiles graduate from the Central School of Arts and Crafts in London. In New York Cinamon freelanced for publishers, and took up a one-year contract at Standard Oil of New Jersey (subsequently Exxon). In 1959 he and Philcox married, and in the following year moved with their twin baby daughters to Britain. Cinamon’s first clients in London included New Left Books and the Jewish-interest publisher Soncino.

After more than 20 years with Penguin, he left in 1985 to form a partnership with Kitzinger, who said of his former partner: “When I think of Jerry I do not see the kind of designer who shuffles little bits of paper around on a sheet. He would know, in advance, what he was realising.”

In 1987 Cinamon guest-edited a special issue of the trade journal Monotype Recorder in memory of Hans Schmoller, the exacting production director at Penguin (1949-76), who had been a “father figure” to him. He also wrote on the work of artist-designers including Talwin Morris, Ben Shahn and Emil Rudolf Weiß.

His biography of the type designer Rudolf Koch (2000), includes an apparently stray anecdote about a “young Berliner” who in 1933 had applied to become one of Koch’s students but had been turned away. The young Berliner was Schmoller.

Cinamon’s third daughter, Hannah, died in 2023. He is survived by Diana, their daughters Sara, Kate and Beth, eight grandchildren and a great-granddaughter.

🔔 Gerald Earl Cinamon, graphic designer and author, born 27 July 1930; died 15 February 2024

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Choas Energie vs Prism Energy.

Heyo! I've been in a funk for some time and feeling stilted. So why not do something different and just air out some ideas and thoughts I have about Sonic Prime? I've always wanted to do a deep dive or write some fun headcanons but never found the courage to do it. After agonising about it for some time, I realised that this is Tumbr, and I have nothing to lose by posting my thoughts here.

One, I fucking love the idea of Choas Energy being the reason why Shadow cannot enter the gates except for Ghost Hill. Ghost Hill still has traces of Sonic and Shadow's old world, a graveyard with roaming phantoms spouting the same rhetoric over and over again. With nowhere to escape the grey haze, it is not surprising Shadow preferred the Void over the hollow husk of Green Hill. (And well, to make sure he was able to catch Sonic and drag him down from his adventure to face the music of his actions)

Throughout the series Choas has been something revered, ancient and mysterious. The mugful of the Sonic Universe gathers the seven mystical elements and defeats the bad guy of the game kind of shenanigans. The very idea that it works against one of the most powerful wielders of said energy is pure irony. Especially since the one who goes Super is allowed to go through these worlds.

Beyond this point, there will be spoilers for the last season of the show; please do not continue if you still have to finish it.

Sonic was the last part of Paradox Prism; of course, as long as he ran fast enough, he could break the boundaries of the world. The Prism energy negated the Choas Energy. But not without a price. Without Nine's tech, Sonic was unstable (Sonic's subtle need for Tails shines through, which is only natural as that is his little buddy! I am so glad the series emphasised Sonic's unwavering trust in Tails, which transfers to Nine. Like his best friend becoming his worst enemy is such good grub. I was fed by the tail end of the series. Pun intended)

One contender is that because of the nature of the incident, Sonic cannot control his running. It is as if he is in a constant state of stop, go, stop, go because the energy inside him keeps reliving the same action over and over again—a loop, if you will.

Or, and this is more fantasy than fact, the Prism and Phaos energy inside of Sonic were clashing with each other and making it impossible to get anywhere without zipping all over the place. Perhaps if it had gone on for too long, Sonic's body would have taken a toll from the constant stress his body is in. I mean, we did not see Sonic eat or sleep in the show (which I suppose makes sense as the show barely had time to focus on such mundane things. Nine drank a juice box, though, which good for them), so I am only guessing that Nine's invention and his determination is what kept him upright. That and time distortion, which is canon! But a detail that is easily forgotten among the more exciting things.

But more about that later, finishing my thought about Choas Energy. the last bits of Choas left are Sonic, Shadow, and the Choas Emerald Shadow accidentally dropped in the Void (it appeared back in Shadow's hand in the final after Green Hill was restored, but I wonder what that means for the Shatterverse if everything has been set back to its 'original state'). It is only natural since the Paradox Prism used Mobuis as its template to create the other worlds (and so also Sonic's pals and Doctor Eggman, Big was also splintered, so that means close proximity to the Prism was not needed to become split. What a shame we did not see any other characters from the cast Cream and Cheese or the Choatix). It would use its own energy to replace the missing Choas Energy.

After all, the shards act like emeralds in the sense that they supply endless power. However, their capabilities lay in manipulating their surroundings rather than Choas, which amplifies the power inherent to the user. (Only the Choas Council used their shard like a battery, which is unsurprisingly uncreative of them) I am not a Sonic veteran, and I am probably wrong about this, but the Choas Emeralds do not seem to react to just about anyone. Maybe it is because we only saw it interact with the important characters of the show rather than the background characters, but Prism Energy seems to be more responsive than Choas. Maybe because the changes were made so recently? Or is it in the Prism's nature to be so easily manipulated? Neither do the shards of the crystal have a master emerald to soothe them or act like an anchor. It is all quite interesting. There are so many holes in the Shatterverse. Without Sonic interfering, I am sure the whole Shattverse would have collapsed in on itself, as its nature is to be unstable. None of the characters are balanced because they are born from splinters. They become their own people eventually, but it is in their nature to be unsatisfied and seek what makes them whole.

The last fun headcanon I have is that Choas is corrosive to the worlds the Prism created. For example, when Shadow performs a chaos blast, it is a big explosion because that is the nature of a blast. What if, if he were to use it, the explosion is intensified and corodoes everything it touches? I am uncertain in which canon Shadow uses chaos abilities without the emerald (or maybe that is something Fanon came up with. ), but it could be a reason why Shadow did not use Choas Blast or Spear during the events of the show. Besides, well, there had to be an even playfield to make the story engaging. So, Shattverse gates repel Shadow because he is a walking toxic vile. With only one leak, his life force can eat up the fabric from which the worlds are created. It certainly is a fun idea to write with.

Kinda makes me wonder what would have happened if Shadow brought the Choas Emerald inside one of the worlds or Choas Controlled within its bounds. Hmm, that is a delicious idea to write for.

As for time, I have not exactly calculated how much time Sonic actually spent in the show trying to restore his world. I can't even remember if he was ever knocked unconscious, which could distort his sense of time further. But in Season One, when Sonic meets back up with them, Nine mentions that he's been gone for a while. For what was at most an hour or four for Sonic could have been days or even weeks for Nine and the rest of New Yoke. I seriously need to rewatch the show for the details, but time distortion is a big thing I've been playing with in my writing. The idea of time flowing differently in every world is fascinating to explore. And *rubbing hands together* good angst fuel.

Anywho, I`m glad I got that off my chest. Please tell me if you want to hear more of my ramblings or ideas! That's how I know people want to see more of it. Bye! ヾ(*^▽^*)

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic prime #rambles #some fun ideas and inquires I thought of over the year #might remember more later

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ROUND 2, MATCH 6

Propaganda under the cut!

Shuu Iwamine

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This damn partridge kills you CONSTANTLY, regardless if you romance him or not. One of them is literally at the START of the school year, he beheads you then uses your head to pilot this grotesque horror movie android thing! Completely unprompted, you can just die immediately! Horrible school doctor material, even worse boyfriend material, but alas, he's my favorite character.

[hatobf spoilers and also gore / violence kind of ?] he literally kills the mc in both of his endings, and in the true route he uses her best friend to kill her . and chops her body up and puts them in boxes to his student . and he puts her brain in a strange scarecrow machine . its insane hes so undateable man <//3

Decapitates protagonist and puts her head in a jar. Kills multiple other characters. Just generally an unpleasant person . My favorite character btw

He hates your species, sees you more as a science experiment than a romantic partner, and also kills you in his ending. Plus he has just, the worst attitude about the whole thing.

Bad End with him the government takes you out. "Good" end with him he cuts off your head, sticks it in a jar, and talks to it while on the run from the government. (Spoilers for hatoful BBL) True End of the whole game that ties up all the characters' stories, he kills you again but this time sends your head to your childhood best friend and takes your brain out to make basically robo-frankenstein. Was also an adult when the MC was a young child, and is the school nurse at MC's high-school. He's also a partridge.

Literal birderer (bird murderer)

Sunder

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He's extremely pushy and overly flirty. Even if you tell him that you just want to remain friends, he doesn't give up. He says he'll give you space but yeah no that is a horny man and he will continue to be horny whether you like it or not. Then that loser has the audacity to not even give you a good ending. Literally the devs will not let you have a good ending with Sunder. [Spoilers for the end of the game] You go through all the trouble, you date him, you give him gifts, he even says he likes you and then he had the absolute audacity to break up with you via text the next day. And he's also a vampire and gets all holier than thou, I've just been hurt too much, absolute man baby. This man does not deserve your time or affection. I love this game and I will die on this hill. He is the absolute worst.

Sunder is a level 1 creeper. He basically stalks the MC and doesn't take no for an answer. He will not respect boundaries and will continue to flirt after you say you want to be friends. If you do choose to date him, he breaks up with you over text.

#round 2

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fagsex · 21 days ago

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not to be a dick but i feel like some people are being purposefully obtuse about mike flanagans work. theyre like "wah his stories are all about grief and thats boring" and you know what i get that sometimes you want something more fast paced or less character centered. one of his most mainstream films however is hush, which was praised for being an intelligent slasher with reminiscent of early horror (if you dont know this one - a deaf woman is hunted in her own house by a masked killer). because that was not the basis for this story, you dont see the version of mike flanagan you see people mocking.

the haunting of hill house, bly manor, the fall of the house of usher, and parts of midnight club are all based on pre-existing works given flair. ALL of which are very famous (save midnight club) examples of gothic literature. NOTORIOUSLY drenched in metaphor, parallels for real world pain, grief, family depth and drama, and more things people turn their nose up to because they think it is back in vogue to sound like middle schoolers reading poe. all of these stories are thus faithful in their interpretation.

some of his original works, such as midnight mass or before i wake, are dark fantasy mixed with gothic resulting in something where, if you want to put it this way, grief or emotion is not the end-all be-all answer. there are elements at play that are inexplicable and do not attempt explanation.

like if you dont like or understand gothic fiction thats fine. you dont have to. and truthfully i dont think a carrie miniseries is needed, nor a remake of the exorcist. but this shit happens all the time, box office fails and crappy remakes happen all the time, and when it comes to horror i dont really see people here putting their noses up at it. both these examples have been remade and rebooted and refurbished, infamously, many times. theyre original 70s horror and this happens. he has already successfully and faithfully adapted more than one stephen king work already, such as doctor sleep. this adaptation was celebrated as managing to be a faithful version of the book, while also being able to be a sequel to the film of the shining as well as the novel, in rewiring several parts to befit the best of both. his adaptation of gerald's game, also by king, was for decades thought to be unfilmable and impossible. and yet he did it, and well, and with themes of horror and human emotion that apparently wont... go well with a stephen king adaptation?

i legitimately just think this is in example of people thinking they are more interesting because they dislike something vaguely popular. as if mike flanagan has household name status that he does on tumblr. and i am not saying that everyone has to enjoy his works but when one person says they're not a fan and then so many people jump at the chance to agree and say they always hated him, and this, and that, to me it just looks like some of you genuinely dont know how to have your own opinions. or know enough to have them.

#emergency broadcast system

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kozykricket · 4 months ago

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yknow what why dont i just put out my terraria build ideas that i havent quite gotten to (or some that ive gotten to a bit) out there?

so. ofc theres gonna be new furniture sets in 1.4.5, and i def wanna get building around those. those seem fun (fallen star set, aetherium set, etc) but theres also like. the lihzahrd furniture set exists and ... yknow, i think building an underground temple of my own for a jungle pylon seems quite fun. maybe it'd make the witch doctor feel a lil at home. could have an alchemy kinda area um, also i think it'd be awesome to make an iceberg with a home inside of it. like. im reminded of a certain iceberg you can swim inside of in subnautica below zero... has a cool interior. twists and turns, then u surface and . its like a cave ! i'd love to live in an iceberg heh i think a ghost pirate ship with the shimmered pirate would be a cool build ! could use lotsa fog machines and ofc gravestones for the graveyard biome i think meteor and sunplate furniture could really go together well if painted right, they both feel like. really unique "high tech yet in a fun way" vibes though speaking of high tech i think it'd be cool to build an abandoned overgrown laboratory in the jungle, for housing your planter boxes. if only i knew how to build metal stuff and make it look nice..

in terms of shimmer theres lotsa stuff i think u could do. ofc theres crystally hallow kinda place.. or clouds are also cool. but i think just making shimmer into more of like, a secret hotspring area would be cool. make it into like, pools that cascade down into each other.. maybe its even like some cave aquifer that opens up from a big ol tunnel in the ocean, and the further down into the oceans abyss you get, the more shimmery and ethereal (aethereal?) the vibes get

okay heres a real fun one: shimmer can change how NPCs look. so. have a seecret nightclub looking uh. neon... well. ig a fashion club of sorts with the clothier and stylist. tbh shimmered steampunker is very fashionable too. and just have like, a very Pool looking pool of shimmer in there. could store lots of vanity items there! call it the uhh Shimmer Salon or something. a ... mirage club. maybe the entrance to it is on the surface but only appears at night time bc . echo coating stuff. or something. disco balls ! and most recently, im thinking "yknow, granite caves look cool in the jungle. could contrast the jungle really interestingly with a granite elemental themed house, or a manmade detailed granite biome of sorts"

but also you could apply that to like... a mushroom surface build? have it be some weird granite-shroom grotto? you CAN paint glowing mushroom grass and do some funky stuff...

oh, and also you could do a yin yang kinda vibe for an underground base made of half marble and half granite. cus theyre like, opposites

in terms of places in games i think would be cool inspirations? area zero from pokemon SV, as well as any stage from the risk of rain series. and ... maybe some certain lategame areas in slime rancher. if you're bold, a rain world outskirts style place would be cool i think the best places to take from risk of rain could be a combination of both of the games' snowy places.. as well as ror1s temple of the elders and ror2s sky meadow. sundered grove is also very pretty but i think it'd be hard to really nail the vibes of oh and. minecraft ancient city? mayb..e...

...and now you see how i overwhelm myself ! lots of ideas! i think ill try and just focus on granite or maybe a hallowed crystal themed area (oh , and i have an unfinished TOTK sky island build. actually 2 of them. different takes on the idea. i think zonai stuff could be cool...)

FINALLY: what i want to do for my next world where i spawn inbetween 2 hills, is fill in the area between them with lotsa dirt and make a burrow like. rabbit burrow kinda vibe area. or a Mound . an anthill. a.. yea i think a Burrow like moles or rabbits make would be cool. just a big one. for people to live in. cool mega-spawnbase idea !

#jake post #terraria #terraria ramblings

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ilikealotoffandomsandstuff · 2 years ago

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Just watched the teenwolf movie and I think it was a bit good like it wasn’t that bad so yeah spoilers

ethan is still with Jackson and lives still in London

No explanation for Isaac? Like did Chris really just left him in France and never returned to get him back????

How did Liam got this box? He didn’t was in season 3 he never knew the nogitsune and Isaac had it

Eli is stiles 2.0

Jackson in the movie is idk but I kinda liked him there

Stydia because of a ducking dream?

Derek becomes an true alpha just for him to brun alive in front of his son not even a secound later like he with his family

Where’s Corey? Did Mason and he broke up? And where did he go then?

Where’s theo? They didn’t even mention him

Honestly I think peterxchris had more chemistry than. malia and Parrish

Danny wasn’t there and no explanation where he is gone

Couch calls scott Greenberg. Like was scott just Greenberg all along? And when not then why did we never see the face of Greenberg

No mention of Kira like is she still in the dersert?

Melissa is a doctor now from what it seems and she derserved it

The nogitsune… stiles and Kira should been there they were the main plot for that

Also hes a hybrid? Even though in season 3 they say he can be a fox and a Werwolf but now he is? like what? And they killed him? But in season 3 he said that you can’t kill the nogitsune

Mason and Liam just interacted once and just for Liam to end Mason sentences like come on they were best friends

Peter’s sniffing scene…. I didn’t thought you guys were joking but wow he realised that there was no need for that

Peters hair flip was funny tho

And that he got his revenge on Derek with burning the wolfsbane out of him

What was the scene between Lydia and Scott when they were searching for the place from who Allison died ??

Scott and Alison adopting Eli you tell me Alison who tried to kill Derek and is probably still a teenager mentally maybe physically too is with Scott? A grown man and they adopting eli? Like he as family ok peter and malia not to be choice but where the duck is Cora and also the shriff could take him they have a bond and know each other and not like Scott who last saw him when he was kid and Alison he never meet her she tried to kill him

And Alison came back to live and they didn’t even bother to text Isaac it? Like Allison was his girlfriend when she died and he had to watch that she always liked Scott (even when. He was with him I guess?) that’s wow. And then he’s adopted by Chris his girlfriends father who tired to kill him and go ti France but only Chris retuned and left Isaac in grace alone???? And his daughter came back but he didn’t told Isaac???

Isaac derserved better

Like sheriff should told Eli it would make more sense

And malia or even Peter could help him with his werewolf powers yeah Scott to but he probably leave beacon hills again

Malia still hates peter and Peter still wants malia to call her dad I guess that never change

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Old Friends (Zosan X Reader) P13

Plot: Reader is the 9th doctors old assistant but soon moved on to other things, joining the straw hat pirates and falling in love but now their paths cross again (only he has a new face, 10th Doctor) when they go to see an old friend in a strange hospital. Unfortunately there's some one else there that wants to start trouble.

One piece and Doctor who cross over (10th doctor), its based off the new earth episode. i thought since David tenant as the doctor is coming back in November it would be good to get this idea out.

Reader is Female (Sorry), Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

Warning: Bad language, Violence and Making out.

P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7 - P8 - P9 - P10 - P11 - P12 - P14 - P15

With the sun setting and the Judoon finally finished with their work everyone was let out and back to their ships. Heading out the doors and into the fresh air you take in the sweet smell of apples as Sanji stands next to you lighting up a cigarette "Oh you got your lighter back?" you ask remembering that Robin had it, the cook nods and puts his lighter away blowing out some smoke "Yea she gave it back before she left to check on Nami... oh we didn't tell you about that, Nami's fine, but she got a little overwhelmed by it all so headed back" You nod at the blonde as he takes your hand starts walk down the beach back to the docks. Zoro puts arm around Sanji's shoulders while Chopper walks next to you and the Doctor following behind you all "I hope she's ok she did seem a little nervous... by the way if you got your lighter back then why didn't you get your swords back?" you ask turning your attention to Zoro whose smile fades into a scowl "The stupid skeleton went back to the ship with them, i'm gonna kill him" you give the swordsman a sympathetic look, you know how much his swords mean to him and thats why he gave them to Chopper first only to them have to give them to Brook since the reindeer was joining you all to see Boa.

Suddenly stopping in your tracks not feeling anyone behind you, you turn to see the Doctor not there, a growl leaves your lips making the others stop wondering what's wrong. "Oi" you yell looking over the grassy hills after you spot the Doctor who stops in his tracks, you know what he's doing, sneaking off back to the Tardis, so he could leave but you weren't about to let that happen. "Where do you think your going?" you ask raising an eyebrow at him as the man turns around and walks a little closer with his hands in his pockets so your not yelling "I'm heading off" You roll your eyes and shake your head at him "No your not, Luffy's gonna get all pouty if you don't come back and celebrate with us, now come on" You step closer to Sanji gesturing for the Doctor to join you but the man stays put on the green grass looking down at his feet "Come on, don't you want one descent meal? Some company?" Not getting a response from the time lord makes your heart drop but you have a tick up your sleeve "Or you could just go back to being a lonely man in a box" you smile seeing a small smile appear on the doctors face before he walks over "I am not a lonely man in a box" You laugh at his comment before looking him up and down with a judgmental look "Do you have a assistant? No. Is that a box? Yes" After making your point and earning a eye roll off the doctor along with a pat on the head you start walking again.

Zoro chuckles as he walks hearing the Doctor try to explain why he's not lonely but you just ignore him "Anyway i'm glad your coming, otherwise you would have missed out on Sanji's cooking, the best chef in the world" You cling to Sanji's arm making the cook smile down at you with a slight blush "Thanks love, i just hope there's still food in the pantry when i get back, Luffy's gone hours without food" The poor cook sighs knowing how the captain will be once your all back on the sunny, the thought of it makes you laugh, thinking of the future king of the pirates pouting over food. "I'm sure it'll be fine Hun, you can make anything great." kissing his cheek you all finally make it onto the docks seeing other aliens and creatures getting onto their ships and hugging relatives and friends in relief. "There you guys are" Nami calls out running off the sunny and down the docks to you all. "Nami-swan" Sanji cheers smiling wide as the navigator run with her arms open. The orange haired girl wraps her arms around you and Sanji giving you both a hug "They wouldn't let anyone in... what happened? are you guys ok?" Nami asks pulling away to look at you all "ZORO" Luffy yells flying through the air and crashing into the swordsman who steps back a few times to regain his balance as the captain clings to the man. "We're fine, it's a long story but everyone's ok" you turn your attention back to Nami who nods picking up Chopper and hugging the reindeer. "Are you ok? i heard you got a little overwhelmed" You ask Nami who nods at you and steps into you for another hug "I'm fine, i'm just glad you guys are back" The navigator sighs as you rub her back and Chopper clings onto her.

Zoro finally manages to get Luffy of him the swordsman sighs and looks down at his Captain with a smile who turns to the rest of you "I knew you would all be fine" Luffy walks up to the rest of you followed by Zoro before turning his attention to Sanji, his stomach rumbling causing you to let out a small laugh. The cook sighs but shows a small smile "You haven't eaten, have you? Well i better start making something" Luffy smiles wider and nods starting to run to the ship "Lets have a huge feast to celebrate" The Captain yells as the rest of you follow along Zoro taking yours and Sanji's hands as you walk "Celebrate what?" The Doctor asks walking next to you, the Captain had no idea what happened inside the hospital so how would he know to Celebrate. Patting the brown haired man on the back you smile up at him "It doesn't matter, Luffy's the kind of person to have fun and let loose" Nami nods at your words turning to look at the Doctor with Chopper still in her arms "That's our captain for you." The navigator laughs a little seeing a smile grow on the Doctors face. You know he's not used to this kind of thing, usually once he's done with a job it's on to the next, no partys or celebrations. "Don't worry, i felt the same at first, it takes a while to get used too but i can't imagine being anywhere else. You'll love it" You take the Doctor's hand making him look at you as you make it onto the sunny giving him some reassurance before letting go to look at the crew. The Doctor can't help but smile at seeing you so happy to be with the crew again and happily follows you looking around the beautiful ship, it surprises him that someone made all this.

"BROOK" Zoro yells letting go of you and Sanji before storming over to the Skeleton who's holding Zoro's three swords close to his chest "Hay buddy. i-i didn't mean t" Zoro's hands go around the skeletons neck dragging the crew mate down and shaking him "You bastard, i am never trusting you with my swords again, how dare you take them" As the swordsman yells Brook's eye sockets seem to open wider in shock while chocking but you know he's fine since he doesn't need to breath, your just waiting for the moment he realizes that fact. "Should we stop him?" The Doctor asks only for everyone else to shake their head "No" most of the crew says in unison including you and Sanji. The cook sighs and takes the cigarette out of his mouth to kiss your cheek "I'm going to start cooking" The blonde smiles down at you before leaving taking a puff of his cigarette on the way "Sanji... i want meat" Luffy calls out running after the cook soon followed by Nami, Chopper and Usopp. "I'm glad your all safe and i'm happy you joined us Doctor, i have so many questions" Robins voice catches your attention noticing the woman now standing next to you, one of your old books in her arms. "Go on, don't be shy" You giggle a little grabbing the Doctor and pulling him over to the woman "So your the archaeologist right? I'm sure we have a lot to talk about" The doctor smiles looking at the black haired woman as she nods "I'm glad you remember, have fun?" You lightly pat his back stepping away as Franky walks over "I can't wait to hear about this Tardis thing. You gotta tell me how it works man" The Cyborg smiles grabbing the Doctors arms and dragging him to the kitchen being followed by Robin.

Once the leaves your sight you turn to Zoro who's still yelling and choking Brook who's only now realized he doesn't need to breath and is trying to apologize "Zo, i know your mad but please stop" You walk over placing your hands on his arms "Your swords are fine and i'm sure Brook won't do it again" The swordsman looks at you then down at brook who nods "I'm sorry, i know i'm already dead but please don't kill me" The skeleton laughs as you take the swords off him holding them close to your chest while Zoro glares daggers at musician before letting him go, the skeleton landing on his boney butt. With a sigh of frustration the swordsman turns to you and takes his swords back checking them over before putting them in his side, Brook rubs his neck while standing back up "Lets get something to drink" You take Zoro's arm and start walking him to the kitchen seeing him relax a bit more "Come on Brook, I'll make you some tea" You call back getting the skeleton to follow whispering a thank you.

Sitting on the sofa with a hot drink in your hands and a small smile on your face, you watch the Doctor excitedly talk to the crew. Zoro sits next to you leaning against the arm of the chair still cleaning his swords while Sanji cooks away in the kitchen, the smell of herbs and spices filling the air along with laughter and talking from the dinning table in front of you. You all explained what happened but the Doctor did most of the talking, some of the crew hanging on his every word. Luffy and Usopp seemed to have stars in their eyes whenever The doctor talked about his Sonic screwdriver or the amazing technology the hospital had. "Are you sure your ok? i don't mean physically" Nami turns in her chair to look at you, after hearing everything she didn't know how it would affect her let alone you, someone who knew the woman or sheet of skin beforehand. You take a second to think causing Zoro to look up form his swords "I don't know really, I don't remember most of what happened and yet i still feel guilty. i know i shouldn't since it wasn't me, even though it was me... i don't know, it's confusing" You shrug earning a sympathetic looks form the navigator "We don't blame you, for any of it" Zoro chimes getting you to smile at him "I know and that helps a lot" you take the swordsman's leg and lay it across your lap rubbing it up at down as he goes back to cleaning his swords. "I can't believe i missed all that and i didn't get to meet your friend, he sounds so cool" Luffy groans laying his chin on the table.

Nami turns back to him with a sigh and pats the Captains head "I'm just glad he's ok, i don't know how he got better but at least he's alive" You smile, eventhough you didn't get to talk to him more just knowing he's alive is enough and your sure you'll hear from him again. "You guys are so weird, i can't believe you used to do this all the time" Usopp leans back in his seat trying to wrap his head around it all "I enjoy helping people and planets but most of the time you do get roped into stuff without knowing" The Doctor laughs rubbing the back of his head "Lady's and gentleman the Smartest man in the universe" You gesture to the doctor with a small laugh making the man turn to you with a glare "ha-ha Very funny" You loved teasing him, it's some times to easy. "What i still don't understand is why is the hospital here?" Robin asks sipping on her tea with her eyes fixed on the doctor "Its natural space, so everyone and anyone can come to get help no matter where their from or who their enemies with." The Doctor answers turning to the Black haired woman "Unless your a wanted criminal" You chime in remembering what Casandra said and why she had to be sneaky about everything. Sanji soon walks over with big plates of food running up his arms setting them down in front of Nami and Robin first since he insists on lady's first before heading over to you and Zoro handing you both a plate each. After ferrying food back and forth the cook sits in between you and Zoro on the sofa "Wow, this is amazing" The Doctor smiles turning to the cook who shows a wide smile "I'm glad you like it".

As everyone ate Luffy wanted to hear more about the Doctors adventures and the brown haired man was more than happy to talk about them. Listening to the storied reminded you of some good times and the fun you two would have but your happy where you are, surrounded by people you consider family and two people you love more than anything, in a way you do consider the Doctor family but you don't know how he'd feel about that. After everyone had finished eating and Luffy was on his seconds you curled up next to Sanji leaning into his said while Zoro had his arm around the cooks shoulders "I didn't know you did all this" The doctor smiles flipping through one of the monster book that Robin handed him "I mean i know you did star charts and stuff but.... this is really detailed" The Doctor laughs flipping through the pages "I wanted to be of some use" You laugh only for the Doctor to turn and give you an unamused look "You were more than useful... You kept me form getting killed multiple times" The brown haired man turns back to the book soon stopping on a page with a smile. Sanji squeezes your leg not liking the way you just talked about yourself looking down at you with a saddened look, you move your head off his shoulder to look at the cook with a sigh "I'm was joking" You whisper but it didn't seem to help "Your not useless" Placing a kiss on your forehead the cook whispers back to you making you smile and lean into him. Zoro runs his hand through the cooks blonde hair and kisses his cheek trying to make the man feel better, he knew you were joking but after today both boys felt a little over protective of you.

Chopper leans over next to the Doctor to look at the page the brown haired man is smiling at "What is that?" The reindeer asks seeing a big drawing of some kind of strange panel and cylinder with not a lot of writing, it was different to the other pages of the book, not a lot of information and big drawings. "It's the Tardis... the old tardis, when i regenerate the Tardis interior also changes as a way to fit the new me." The Doctor explains running his fingers over the large drawing "It looks so cool, i can't wait to see it" Luffy smile finally finishing his food and patting his large stomach, you could see the Doctor debating how to answer even though you knew he wouldn't let them in. "Maybe tomorrow" The doctor finally answers the Captain before looking back at you as a way of saying sorry for lying, you nod to him telling him it's ok and you understand which seems to make him relax a bit more. "Awesome, Lets party... Thanks for the food Sanji" Luffy jumps up with a big smile making some of the crew laugh following their Captain out the Kitchen. With a smile Sanji stands up collecting some plates and heading into the kitchen "Brook lets get some music going" You can hear the Captain yell form outside as you stand up along with Zoro who starts collecting plates. Placing a hand on the still seated Doctor you make him look up at you before you close the book in front of him "You should go and join them, have some fun" The Doctor nods standing up before hugging you.

It was sudden and shocked you but you hugged back lightly rubbing his back before he pulled away "Thanks Y/N" The Doctor smiles ruffling your hair before walking out the kitchen, after fixing your hair you pick up some more plates and head into the kitchen "Go sit we'll wash up" Zoro grabs Sanji's hands as the cook lifts up his sleeves "You cooked, so we clean, go sit" Seeing Sanji not moving you chime in, stepping in front of the cook to place the dishes in the filled sink, Sanji sighs knowing there's no use in arguing with the two of you so he heads round the counter and sits in one of the stools "Good boy" You wink at him making the blonde blush at your words while Zoro snickers taking a plate you just washed and drying it. Sanji lights up a cigarette and takes a puff watching the two of you clean "He's not going to show Luffy is he?" Zoro soon asks drying another plate you hand him "No he's not, The Doctor can be picky with who he lets into the Tardis mainly because it's a living thing. She has her own thought and feelings" Sanji looks up at you in surprise taking the cigarette out of his mouth "She?" his question causes you to giggle before turning to him "Really? thats what you want to ask?" A bright red blush forms on the cooks face not knowing what to say "Yes honey, it's a she although she doesn't like many men that i've seen, often wants to throw them out or put them in dangerous situations which is also why he's not going to show any of you the inside"

Turning back to the dishes you feel Zoro's leg lightly tap yours with a small laugh, finding it funny how a machine can throw a tantrum over a man. You hold back your laugh knowing what the swordsman is thinking and shake your head handing him the last plate. "Good luck stopping him" Sanji laughs before taking a puff of his cigarette, emptying the sink you can't help but feel sad, you know the Doctor too well, and he'll most likely leave tonight either after everyone's asleep or while everyone distracted and you know he won't say good bye. "Love?" Sanji asks snapping you out of your own head and turning to the cook with a smile drying your hands off seeing Sanji right in front of you instead of sitting at the counter and his cigarette gone. "Sorry, what were you saying?" You ask as the cook runs a hand through your hair before pulling you into a hug "I won't let him leave without saying goodbye" The cooks words make you smile and hug him back. Zoro drys his hands off and walks over hugging the two of you "I'll hold him at sword point if i have too" You laugh at the swordsman's words lifting your head from Sanji's chest to see the smug grin on Zoro's face "Thank you, i love you two" you lean up placing your lips on Zoro's and then turning to Sanji kissing his lips too "I love you too" The two boys say in unison before looking at each other and placing a light kiss on each others lips.

You rub the boys cheeks as their kiss gets heated Zoro biting Sanji's lower lip getting the cook to open his mouth so their tongues can meet. Sanji moans slightly into the kiss as Zoro's tongue runs free in the cooks mouth, the swordsman's hand running up the blondes back and into his hair pulling on it slightly so the green haired man can kiss down to Sanji's neck. Zoro's hand around your waist pulls you in closer wanting both of you close, after catching his breath sanji takes your hand off his cheek and leans over placing his lips on yours lightly licking your lower lip. With a small smile you open your mouth moving your tongue to meet his as your mouths move together, Zoro's lips kiss across Sanji's collar bones over to your neck lightly kissing and biting the side of your exposed neck. Your fingers interlock with Sanji's as you hum in delight at the feeling of their kisses and touch, you pull away breath less but keep your lips close to Sanji's both of you breathing slightly heavy. Zoro moves your face to look at him, his eyes asking of a kiss but you could tell he was waiting until you had caught your breath but you couldn't wait "Fuck it - i dont need - to breath" You pant a little before crashing your lips onto the swordsman earning a groan of pleasure from the green haired man, his hand going into your hair to stop you form moving away.

Sanji smiles at the two of you placing his lips on your shoulder kissing up your neck as you open your mouth before Zoro can ask, your tongue eagerly meets his only to get pinned the swordsman wanting to take control but you don't't complain or fight back just enjoy the feeling of his lips on yours and his tongue roaming around. Sanji leaves your neck and goes to Zoro's kissing up the mans neck until a Zoro's hand goes into his hair and pulls him up. "Zo?" Sanji asks in confusion wondering if he did something wrong as the swordsman pulls away form your lips even though your groan in annoyance. Zoro pulls you both closer pushing your faces close to his as his lips connect with both of yours at the same time, it's a new but exciting feeling. The three of your lips connecting with each other along with your tongues, You never felt more loved. The swordsman moves his hands from your heads to grip your waists feeling confident that you and Sanji will say like this for a while. After a while you place your foreheads together panting for breath "That was new" Sanji smiles looking into Zoro's eye who smiles back "Did you like it?" The swordsman asks lightly moving his noes against the cooks before looking at you and doing the same "I loved it" You smile moving your hands to wrap around the two's shoulders "It was amazing" Sanji speaks up rubbing his hands up and down yours and Zoro's backs.

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dailyscottficrec · 2 years ago

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Happy Birthday Mem <3

Please enjoy this long recommendation post in honor of @momentofmemory's birthday. I've said it before and I will say it again, I highly recommend everything she writes. If you are looking for genfic, Scott centric fic and fic that just exudes love for the canon and characters: this is the place to go!

(find her fics here: momentofmemory)

all these years left unspoken

It’s been ten years since it happened. Five, since she was last here.

It doesn’t feel like it.

(or, Lydia Martin lost her best friend at seventeen, and the worst part is that she has so much time to figure out how to live with that.)

This was the first fic of hers that I read. It really captures the essence of grief and mourning so well. It gives you such a gut punch re: how young Allison is when she dies and how young Lydia is too. I love it so much.

what measure is a non-human

“Scott!”

Kira’s sprinting past him before Stiles can get an appropriate what the hell out, and she just barely catches Scott before he nosedives into the asphalt. A shell-shocked Liam appears from behind a row of cars, hands reaching for Scott like he wants to help, but isn’t sure if he’d be welcome.

The only sound louder than Stiles’ feet slapping against the pavement is his heart pounding in his ears.

Ahhh! I love this one so much. The exploration of Scott's pain and scira comfort of it. My heeeearrt.

administered twice, daily

It’s been—a lot, to say the least. Between wrapping up all the loose ends from what Theo, the Dread Doctors, and the Beast did, and untangling the mess his own pack had become, he hasn’t had a shift at the clinic since—well. Before.

It figures it’d be raining.

He blinks up at the streetlights, the hum of electricity buzzing underneath the harsh patter of the rain, and it feels too much like too many things.

Wolfsbane, asthma, claws. Kira, Stiles, Liam.

(Dying, dying, dying.)

I *just* read this today!! I can't even believe I had missed it. Both Deaton and Scott's voices are absolutely impeccable. I love how much they say without ever saying it and the exploration of Scott's grief and pain over his own death. Gyahhh! And there is Scott cuddling kittens? Lovely.

meet me on the landing

There’s nothing at the foot of the stairs.

Gravel under his shoes, gasoline in his nose. Flames reflecting off his eyes and flecks of deep-red rust from the motel steps on his palms.

But nothing, whisper his thoughts. Nothing for you.

(or: a series of ten interconnected, 100-word drabbles exploring Scott's character arc through the lens of staircases.)

Mem and I live together at the top of the "a proper drabble is exactly 100 words hill" and I learned that after reading this fic. And gushing about how lovely it is. I love that each drabble stands alone and then how they also tie together. It's a lovely look at each moment and I adore this fic so much.

retrouvaille

retrouvaille (n): the joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation.

Ken gives Kira the phone three weeks before they move.

It’s an eye-catching bright yellow, designed to match the intensity of her favorite watch, with a package of professional apps preloaded to the home screen and technical specs boasting an unprecedented 64gb of storage. The most important part to Ken, however, is the impressive-looking camera lens protruding from the back.

!!!! Ken's voice in this is amazing. This explores Ken's relationship with Kira and is so so lovely. I love the bit at the end that explores Ken and Scott too!

codominance.

Scott veers the jeep sharply off the road just in time for it to rattle to a stop.

Stiles is uncharacteristically silent beside him.

Scott breathes through his nose and watches as the arrow on the gas gauge drifts down to empty—honest, now that it’s too late.

Now that it’s dead.

This is arguably mem's most famous fic. I remember teasing her about having a box of tissues ready when she finished it. I need them. This fic is absolutely dripping with love for Scott and Stiles and their relationship. Every single line is so measured and so impactful. If you read only one, I suggest this one. (But really, check them all out)

hiraeth

He reads the pamphlets on the table outside the counselor’s office at school: Your body is changing, they say.

He thinks, no. My body was replaced.

This is a shorter piece- but it packs SUCH a bunch. It really explores the effects of the body horror Scott feels after s1-2. It does a lot in such a little amount of time.

the devil you didn’t know

He hasn’t heard that voice in nearly two years, but it’s instantly recognizable. “Danny?”

There’s a low rumble of a laugh, not quite like he remembers, but when he hurries past the threshold he’s met with the blinding, ear-to-ear grin of his former classmate.

“In the flesh,” Danny says, rainwater dripping from the black leather of his jacket as he gives Scott an open-armed shrug.

I absolutely love the horror vibes in this one! The tension is so good!!! And I always love Scott and Danny content. This one is so fun!

electric love

Scott’s toaster zaps him twice when he stumbles into the kitchen at 5:30 in the morning.

He doesn’t think much of it.

This is such a sweet scira, Kira comes back fic!! I love just how nervous but affectionate they are around each other at the end. This is sooo sweet.

the family business

There’s a gun in Scott’s face.

He doesn’t know guns. Has no idea what the caliber is or the range it has, or honestly even what a caliber is.

He just knows that it’s Big.

I am not exaggerating in the least when I say read this every time I watch 2x01 now. This scene from Scott's POV is so ahhhh, it really hits home that he's *sixteen* and that this kind of violence has just recently become his life. Gyahhha. I love it.

varicose veins

Theo can smell Scott’s sweat from the long run. The aftershave he’d used this morning. The rain-smell of his clothes.

Still none of the exhaustion he knows has to be there, or the relief from making it out of the elements. Not a thing about his emotional state at all.

It’s not like him.

Scott from Theo's pov is always so good, and this is absolutely no exception. This explores Scott's relationship with pain taking and pain and Theo's relationship with Scott and the Dread Doctors and pain so well. I love it so much.

schrödinger’s boy

Mason checks his hands. He doesn’t really know what he’s looking for.

Claws?

Smoke?

He just sees skin.

This Mason post Beast trauma character study is sooo good. I love that it explores Mason's relationships with Liam, Sydney and Scott so well. Love it.

guardian

Melissa looks frazzled, hair twisted in a mess and clothes soaked, but she doesn’t waste a second in sizing Jennifer up. “Who the hell are you?”

The frightened courage in her eyes is all too similar to her son’s.

The genuine confusion, however, is not.

This might be easier than Jennifer had thought.

This is a look at Scott from Jennifer's POV during 3a, and it's soo chillingly good. It was the first of the collaborative series we worked together on, and it was so fun, too! I loved Jennifer's voice in this so much and the way it really hits home the trauma of your English teacher also being your enemy.

blood in the water

There’s blood on the shower wall.

It’s smeared over the tile at chest height, handprints just barely distinguishable in the bright red streaks. Thin, watery droplets glide slowly down the wall. Fresh—as if it’d been splattered there seconds ago.

It hadn’t been there this morning.

(or, 5 times Scott washed the blood off alone, +1 time he didn’t have to.)

Are you a hurt!Scott fan? Me toooo. And wow, does this deliver. I love the imagery and the emphasis on Scott's disassociation. And then the +1 just puts you so high on scalia feelings. Love, love, love.

zebra cakes

“Have you ever…” Lydia pauses, catching a glossy lip between her teeth. “Do you ever feel like you’re falling?”

Malia frowns.

All four legs of Lydia’s chair are anchored safely (and boringly) on the library floor.

Malia tilts hers back another couple inches, situating her boots confidently on the table. “Nope.”

Lydia sighs. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

This is such a good look at Malia and Lydia friendship. It also catches the essence of grief and mourning so well. It's really a Malia and Lydia character study and rings so true for both of them. Highly recommend.

futility

“If you wanted to murder me,” he says, turning slowly to face the source of the scent, “there are less public places you could do it.”

Tamora Monroe smiles at him, still nearly ten yards away. The sage bushes neatly obscure the pistol at her hip.

“You can’t murder an animal,” she says.

“In your mind, maybe. But it looks the same on paper.”

This was originally a tumblr fic and I am so glad mem cleaned it up for a03. There is a lack of Tamora content and Scott and Tamora content and this excellent fic corrects Crimes. I love the emphasis on just how tired Scott is along with how he still wants to change her mind. I love, love, love.

silence

Stiles watches Scott’s chest expand on the inhale; collapse on the exhale. His button-down shirt sticks lightly to his front, damp only with sweat, instead of the blood Stiles had seen days before.

Stiles wishes he’d snore. Talk in his sleep. Something.

He raps his own fingernails against the handle, achingly loud against the silence.

This is a Stiles pov tag fic to codominace. And it's so good. I love how clearly you can feel that Stiles loves Scott in this. It fits in the fic and enriches the relationship between them and I love it, too.

heavy heart

“I can get you out,” Theo says. “It’s a low dose—you probably won’t even notice the wolfsbane for the first couple floors.”

Scott leans heavily against the table in the center of the room. “After that?”

“You’ll start getting weak. After a few more floors, you’ll pass out.” Theo makes sure his voice doesn’t waver. “And then I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

This was part of the sceo collaboration. And it's another hurt! Scott. Favorite. Beloved. I really enjoyed the parallels between wolfsbane and asthma. And the tension between them here is so fun. Gyhahh!

what do you know

Melissa finally musters up the nerve to rap on the window between them. “Kira? Honey, are you okay?”

Three seconds slip by—tick, tick, tick—before Kira’s head turns, slowly, like she’s half asleep.

The look in her eyes startles Melissa.

This was another collaboration. This time looking at Kira over the years through different eyes. I remember we all found this a lot harder than we expected, so it's extra satisfying that this is so lovely. This explores Melissa and Kira during the time in s5 when they have no idea what is going on with Kira. It's so good. I love how it really adds to canon.

perspective

Surprise radiates from Scott’s scent at Deucalion’s instruction. “I’m going… home?”

“‘Going home’ isn’t an option anymore,” Deucalion corrects. “At least, not the one you’re thinking of.”

This was another tumblr fic- written for me. And I adore it so much, I probably reread it on tumblr 10-15 times. Now it is on a03 where I can enjoy it. Mem and I are both forever fascinated by the missing 24 hours that Scott is with Deucalion in 3a and this fic explores that. I also love snarky! Scott so much. Another feature.

worth fighting for

Table at his back.

Pain.

Restraints around his wrists.

Kate?

Harsh fluorescent lights glaring down, bright like the High Line, isolating like the church.

He can’t think.

Or: Scott wakes in an unfamiliar place. It gets worse from there.

It would be disingenuine of me to say anything other than this is my favorite mem!fic. They are all great, but this was written for me- tailored to exactly the kind of stuff I like. It has captive! Scott, hurt!Scott, all the villains, scira, BAMF Scott and BAMF Kira, and it explores Bardo and Scott's relationship with death?? And just. Everything about it makes me so happy always. <3 <3 <3

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