#I haven't read most of the chapters from this season but I'm still reblogging this stuff

[polarisjisung]

LOVE ON THE COURT | 44 KISS ON THE COURT

SYNOPSIS | every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier

WARNINGS | swearing, sexual innuendos, kys/kms jokes

NOTES | and that's a wrap on LOTC ! thank you guys for reading ily all so much! I had a lot of fun writing this smau and I loved all your comments/reblogs/asks about it 🫶 I love LOTC and she's lwk my baby, being the 1st smau i wrote (and finished because im still distraught over cherry flavoured...) but I also think I've learnt a lot in the writing process and I'm pretty sure I can do better (or I hope so at least 😅) so stay tuned for a jeno smau otw !

more cute jaemy/n moments should follow in bonus chapters (if i write them...)! but this is the official end to lotc because I'm impatient and want it to be over 😭 thanks for reading ❤️

"You think we can win?"

Up until now, the room had been quiet, and a lingering sense of uncertainty that no one had spoken of was present.

But Heeseung had never been scared to speak his mind, not directing the question at anyone in specific.

Still all eyes undoubtedly fell to the two captains. Jaemin and Y/n, who sat beside each other, hands clasped together, fingers interlaced. It was only natural that at a time like this, the team would turn to the two of them, and they had no intention to disappoint.

As she looked up, Y/n lifted her head off Jaemin's shoulder, sucking in a breath before rising to her feet.

She refused to back down, standing tall despite the heat on her face, even though every part of her wanted nothing more than to be alone, curled away and to have kept to herself.

She had a team, and she owed it to them to stay strong. They had come so far, there was no way she would let this stop them from making it to the finals.

"I know we can win."

She reached behind herself, for the clipboard she had been messily scribbling notes on for the better half of the morning, until Jaemin had forced her away from strategising. "We have higher points than team B who we played last time, and we're tied for points with team C, so all we have to do is play our best," She smiles, looking at everyone in the room, and though no one mirrors her expression, the feeling of hope begins to rise from the dejected players, slowly, "There's no way we're losing our last game, and we're especially not going to let it be our first loss of the season."

Jaemin smiled, noticing the slightly concerned glint in her eyes, but not speaking much of it, only standing to his feet beside her with another even brighter smile. He wouldn't say it, but for a moment, the thought crossed his mind, maybe she was the better captain after all. That being said, he didn't care all that much about being better than her anymore, as long as he was with her, it would be enough.

"You haven't lost until you think you have," he speaks, remembering what he was intedning to do, "We're in a bad situation but we can always make the most of it. Let's play our best, and we'll walk out exactly how we planned." Jaemin nods, voice full of strength.

Still, the room feels cold, like the wind rushes past them, and happiness with it, low spirits and sighs of disbelief filling the room

Y/n let's her eyes meet Jaemin's beside her.

"We don't say it much" she starts off, "have to keep ourselves humble somehow don't we, but" she scans her eyes across the room, "you guys are some of the best players in the country, that has to count for something."

Jaemin chuckles, "I'd say it counts for a lot"

He hears the way Y/n gulps beside him, her eyes watering as she realises their words aren't being received as well as they'd hoped, his hand finding hers beside him. Though it's loose, his grip is comforting, motivating in the best of ways.

There's a moment of silence.

"Winning is a mindset." Y/n finally states, with perhaps the most rigidity she's ever presented in her voice, confident, and somewhat assertive, "You walk onto the court like you've already won and you will. That's what we’re going to do" she speaks with such certainty. It's almost hard not to believe, "We will win, it's just what we do."

"You're right" Isa stands up, triumphant "Losing is for losers."

"No shit" Chenle hums, sitting up from his previously slumped position, a couple others following as the quiet room begins to grow warmer, laughter echoing off the walls. Conversations follow, like usual pre game protocol, some tactics, some motivation. It doesn't take the room much longer to return to normal. Whatever normal was.

Things would be okay, whether they won or whether they didn't. But losing wasn't exactly one of their options tonight.

Y/n turns to Jaemin again, smiling with more conviction than earlier.

"You know, we make a good team" she looks down for a moment, "even after all that mess"

Jaemin let's his hand rests over her cheek, not specifically worried about who was watching, "Especially after all that mess"

Y/N and Jaemin stood at the centre of the court, the sound of the final buzzer still echoing in their ears. It was over.

The team had fought hard, each possession, each pass, each moment fraught with tension and determination.

The last few minutes of the game had felt like an eternity, with their opponents pressing them to the limit, but it was all over now. Just above, the scoreboard flashing the final score confirmed what they’d worked so tirelessly for—victory.

Jaemin, his chest heaving with each breath, looked over at Y/N. Clear in his eyes, triumph, and an unmasked sense of adoration. Everything he had once been so bitter for, so hurt over, it seemed like a small hurdle to pass, to finally be here today, watching Y/n smile his way with pride. The warmth in her smile, the passion, it was all he wanted to see, now, and for the days to come. This wasn't just winning a game. It was more than just state championships. It was knowing this was exactly where he wanted to be, going through the ups and the downs in life with her. The past seemed so small, so distant now, like all the struggles had never really been. But Jaemin wouldn't forget it, the pain, the heartache, and perhaps he preferred it that way, knowing just how much it took to get to being here, how much it meant. Because to Jaemin, Y/n was worth every struggle in the world.

The sweat on his forehead mixed with the tears that were starting to blur his vision. His eyes, usually full of confidence, were now wide with a slight disbelief and brimmed with joy.

Y/N, equally breathless, met Jaemin’s gaze. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background. The court was alive with celebration, the crowd shouting in exhilaration, but in that instant, it was just the two of them. Alone, like nothing else mattered.

Y/N's heart raced, not just from the adrenaline of the game, but from the raw emotion they had fought through together—every late-night practice, every setback, every moment where doubt had tried to creep in.

As they approached each other, Jaemin couldn’t help but pull Y/N into his arms, his hands pressing against her back as he held her close. “We did it,” he whispered, the words soft but full of meaning. Y/N laughed, the sound light but genuine. “You didn’t doubt us for a second, did you?” Y/N teased, lifting her face to look up at him, her hand gently brushing his cheek.

Jaemin smiled, brushing his lips against Y/N’s forehead, a kiss that was tender, full of everything they had been through and more. “Not when you’re by my side.” The words came out low and steady, carrying a depth that couldn't quite be fully explained. It didn't need to be.

Truly, they were in their own world, up until Jaemin heard his name being called from somewhere behind him, reluctantly pulling his eyes away from her.

"Jaemin, don't be a wuss give her a real kiss."

It was jeno shouting from the courtside bench, laughing at the way both of their cheeks flushed bright at his words along with Renjun.

That didn't sound so bad, Jaemin thought.

For a moment, he let his gaze meet Y/n's once again, "That alright with you peach?"

"More than alright."

When Jaemin pressed his lips to hers, soft, tender, and promising, Y/n couldn't help but smile. She hadn't expected to be doing this here, for everyone to see, her lips locked against his,but she didn't mind all that much, not when she was right where she wanted to be.

The arena around them was electric—teammates running to congratulate them, the crowd still roaring with excitement—but in the middle of it all, they found their moment of peace, a quiet connection amid the chaos. They had fought for this victory together, and it was theirs. Their love, their effort, had carried them here—through every tough game, every tough moment, and now, they had this championship to prove it, more importantly they had each other.

“Let’s go celebrate,” Y/N said, her voice soft but dripping with excitement, grabbing Jaemin's wrist.

He shot her a teasing smile, in true Jaemin fashion. “After we have a few more moments to ourselves?”

Y/N felt her heart swell, her cheeks darkening.

"I love you, you know" she chuckles, "I think i could tell you i love you as many times as there are stars in the sky, and it still wouldn't be enough."

"I love you too peach, more than all the stars in the universe combined."

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[silverskye13]

In light of my finally working on RnS chapters again [and slowly picking away at the art I haven't reblogged yet], I would like to apologize in advance! Not everything is going to make it into the notes of the next chapter. I want to make sure it's all at the top of the chapter so it gets its showcase space, and there's only so many characters allowed there.

I promise yours will get on there eventually, as the next chapters come out. And I will be reblogging them all, as I have the spoons to get to them.

But! Yeah. This has been your PSA 💜

And as a thank you for reading this, uh, have a snippet from next chapter under the cut.

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“Toon Towers?” Welsknight gasped. “You've been around since season seven?”

“He helped a little bit with the first Decked Out,” Tango said, smiling smugly. “He tested and built the traps.”

Tanguish curled his tail around his ankles, trying not to wilt under Welsknight's increased scrutiny. “I w-was… I have experience with… traps. Disarming them, mostly. But you have to know how they work to disarm them so…”

“He's a thief,” Tango said, flame sparking in bright, prideful hues. “Like, a professional one.”

“There's no professional thieves,” Tanguish muttered, casting Welsknight a nervous glance. “I mean, hels has districts, and there are better places to steal than others. But. There aren't… Professional thieves don’t--”

“Hels has districts?” Welsknight asked, and while his voice was still skeptical, he did seem genuinely curious. Curious enough to pause in his own work making redstone torches to glower at Tanguish appraisingly. “I thought it had cells.”

“Uhm… the… Colosseum has cells,” Tanguish corrected with a wince. “Most helsmets don't live there. I mean, I don't live there, but I'm there often. It's. It's for the gladiators. Helsknight has a cell there. It's. Uhm. It's an honor to live there, for the people that do.” Tanguish turned back to his work making repeaters. “The Colosseum is a district. There’s also the Watcher’s Den, and Cleo’s district. Uhm. I don't go there very often. She doesn't like people who aren't a part of her gang on her turf.”

“Cleo? Like ZombieCleo? They have a helsmet?” Welsknight said, dismayed. “How many of you guys are there?”

“Uhm. H-how many for Hermitcraft, or how many in general?”

“In general?!”

[murkycran]

Misc. Vox Fic Rec List

Welcome to my Miscellaneous Vox Fic Rec List!

Soooo after a lot of consideration, I decided to make a third rec list. This one will be for miscellaneous fics, which can mean anything from smaller Vox pairings to fics that are not strictly Radiostatic or VoxVal. You'll see what I mean.

I will keep updating this periodically as I read more fics, too, so feel free to check back every once and a while! I'll reblog it when I update it, plus make a note with the date at the top. Trust me, this is by no means a complete list; there's fics I still want to add to this that I just haven't gotten to yet. I just decided to go ahead and post it anyways, because if I kept waiting until I ran out of fics to rec I'd probably be working on this forever.

These are not in any particular order; I'm going by both my Bookmarks list on AO3 and my memory of fics I forgot to bookmark. I also tried to make notes on what fics were written before season 1 released, but I might have missed some, so keep that in mind.

Please let me know if any links don't work or are wrong!

✨Before you proceed:✨ read the tags on these fics if you decide to read them. Many of them have heavy material - no surprise given the fandom, but still, felt like this needed said. On that note, there's also fics with explicit material and some fics are straight up PWP. Again, read at your own risk/heed the tags.

Fic Rec List Masterpost

Radiostatic Fic Rec List

Staticmoth Fic Rec List

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Alastor Makes a Porno by Charnel_Goat, spappest

Summary: Alastor interrupts Val and Vox's personal time to get his rut over and done with, and they're just going to have to deal with that.

Basically, Alastor and Val try to have a threesome, but they keep arguing, everyone's injuring each other trying to figure out the logistics, and nobody cares what Vox has to say about any of this.

Notes: This has Staticmoth, Radiostatic, and Valastor. It's not strictly leaning more towards any pairing (tho Val does make a pretty sweet comment at the very beginning about Vox lol), which is why it's going on the Misc List. Porn with an edge of hilarity that - despite the tags - made it pretty funny. Three terrible people being terrible to each other. Vox suffers. Heed the tags.

He's Visual, Alright! by dead_boy

Summary: For Valentines Day, Charlotte Morningstar— Lucifer’s brat— had announced the hotel would be hosting a sweetheart poll, allowing winners to vote for the biggest ‘sweethearts’ in Pentagram City! How adorable!

— Of course, when Angel gets involved, things get a little twisted, and hell treats it as a most-fuckable-celebs poll.

Vox isn’t the only one surprised by how high he scored, and how concerning the amount of votes he received was.

But there was no way in hell this “demand” was enough to make him give into Valentino and Velvet’s newest fixation: Making use of this fame and making Vox do some modelling!

Surely he won’t mind the lingerie and toys provided by Velvet and Valentino respectively, right?

edit march 2024: i can’t believe he just won the hottest hazbin character poll. literally manifested

Notes: Poly Vees. Funny af. Vox suffers, but in a good way. Written BEFORE the hottest HH character poll, can you believe that? Lmao.

stray by vol_ctrl

Summary: How Vox met Vark. ♥

Notes: No ship. Written before season 1 release.

After the Credits Roll by leftofrevolution

Summary: Everyone knew the Magnes sometimes liked to spice up their sex life by dragging another demon into the middle of it.

Vox maybe should have paid more attention to that particular tidbit of information than he did.

Notes: Lilith/Lucifer/Vox. Chapter 1 written before season 1 release, with Chapter 2 being released after season 1 release. I read for the crackship, ended up liking the Lilith/Lucifer/Vox dynamic and world-building a LOT. Lol. Poor Vox. Or good for him? Still has yet to be seen.

The Shopping Cart Test by spappest

Summary: Angel never expected Prince Charming to have a TV for a head, but when Vox kills Valentino and saves him from his abuse, well… Maybe Hell doesn’t have to be all that bad. With Val out of the way, everyone can have a happy ending. Angel’s safe, Charlie’s happy, and even Alastor finds love.

Oh, wait. This is Hell. It’s always that bad.

Notes: Angel/Vox. Started before season 1 release. First Staticdust fic I read. :)

Hold Me Up by Sameko

Summary: Vox has been in and out of a relationship with Valentino for years. Always breaking up. Always coming back.

Then one night comes the definitive crack at the expense of one of Valentino's employees, to which Vox never paid much attention other than for shits and giggles.

One night, one word too many, might be enough to shift the perspectives of two people once strangers to each other.

Notes: Staticdust. Pretty bleak and dark at times, but so, SO good. Two broken people trying not to cut each other with their edges while also trying to help each other.

Cruel Melody by Hiding_Behind_a_Pencil_and_Pen

Summary: A man hopelessly in love with a monster, despite how much it hurts.

A person chained to a beast he can never escape, no matter how hard he tries.

Vox and Angel Dust have given their body and heart to Valentino, and neither know how to free themselves from his lies.

But maybe, even if it never gets better, they won't have to suffer alone.

Or,

What if Husk was just a little too late to get to the bar in episode four? And a certain media Overlord helped Angel instead. They find out that they're not so different after all.

Notes: As of now, I think this is Queerplatonic Staticdust.

Revelations in Technicolor by Awesome_Possum

Summary: Velvette had been dead for six years, part of The Vees for four, and fucking Vox for a little over two. They had a good thing going.

On one of their bi-weekly Vox-mandated movie nights, Valentino put a plan into motion and Velvette learned something new and surprising about her business partner and part-time sugar daddy that made a shocking amount of sense.

It ultimately ended up bringing The Vees closer and if Valentino claimed that was his intention all along, no one had any reason to believe him.

Notes: The Vees are a V and Vox is the hinge, so he's in a relationship with both Valentino and Velvette. Interesting headcanons for Vox's human life. :) (What is the ship name for Velvette/Vox again?)

System Shutdown by Swoolie

Summary: Taking a leaf from Alastor's book, Vox goes on a small break from everything.

He doesn't stick around long enough to see the chaos that ensues after his sudden disappearance.

Notes: This is tagged with both Radiostatic and Staticmoth. It's too early in the story to tell definitively which direction it's going to end up, so for now it's going to be on the Misc list. I'll probably move it when it becomes more clear what the main pairing will be.

Dapple Rose by The_Penny_Tails

Summary: Everyone always assumes the same thing about Alastor and Vox's relationship: That it's one-sided, that it's based on fixation, and that the reason for their falling out was due to the obsession turning into something that couldn't be controlled.

All of those assumptions are correct. The only problem is, everyone gets the 'who is obsessing over whom' part of the equation wrong.

When Vox and Valentino end up stuck at the hotel, suddenly the entire relationship between the radio and television is put on display, casting it and Alastor in an entirely different light.

Notes: Tagged with both Radiostatic and Staticmoth. Due to both this and the entire story itself (you'll see what I mean when you read it), it's going here on the Misc List. I freaking love this story, because so far I've not seen another fic where Alastor was obsessed with Vox while Vox was not obsessed with him in return. :3 Everything Penny_Tails writes is gold!

Here I Come by Heliosolar

Summary: Vox contemplates his lackluster life as he stands over the edge of the city.

Or, the fall of Vox, both mentally and physically.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. No ships, just Vox. Heed the tags.

Entertainment for Two by Heliosolar

Summary: With the radio demon joining them for the night, Vox puts on a show the two overlords will never forget.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Staticmoth and Radiostatic, at the same time. 😳

Proposition by Snorp_Lord

Summary: Alastor does not, strictly speaking, have a 'relationship' with the King of Hell. But they certainly have a something.

A something which does not include Vox. But Alastor is at least willing to indulge Lucifer in whatever this new idea is.

The new idea is Vox.

Notes: Contains Radiostatic, Radioapple, and Staticapple, but for this installment, Radiostatic is definitely the focus. Very intense, pretty sweet. 😳 Has 2 more parts in the series which are definitely worth the read, though they don't feature Vox as much.

meteor shower by spoondrifts

Summary: alastor, rosie, vox, and a study in non-traditional love.

Notes: QPR Alastor/Rosie/Vox. Very good! (What's the ship name for this?? Radiostaticrose?? Radiorosestatic?? Roseradiostatic?? Staticradiorose??)

spiraling down thy majesty by spoondrifts

Summary: “Okay, um, time out,” Lucifer said, because he felt like they were maybe losing the plot a little. “I feel like I should remind you that I’m not here because I was like, uh, overwhelmed with lust for you, in particular. I’m here because Husk said you were Alastor’s ex and I have poor impulse control and thought it’d be funny, but I’m realizing now that this is actually just really weird and you, my friend, have some serious issues that I am not equipped to handle.”

Or: Lucifer and Vox have a shared problem that starts with Al and ends in stor and has a in the middle—thankfully, there's a solution! (The solution is sex. It's just sex.)

Notes: Staticapple. Revenge sex. As in...they're both getting revenge on Alastor...using each other. Lol.

(Fic rec list to be continued as I read more)

[ckret2]

saw your recent reblog about feedback and, though I’ve been occasionally gushing in tags, you deserve to hear what I tell my friends! In general, your writing style is perfect at capturing the timing and delivery of the show itself. I’ve never read a fic i’ve been able to visualize more clearly than this one. You write each character so well that between chapters it feels like i’m right back where i used to be, waiting for new episodes again. I do think you haven’t *quite* solved your side-character-ification (applejackification?) of Dipper problem yet, but other than that you’re doing an astounding job at balancing all the characters and their interactions with each other and with bill in a way that feels natural (plus with these more recent chapters i’m seeing lots of good dipper stuff so you’re definitely getting there with him too! besides, it is nice to see Mabel get the spotlight after all these years anyway. healing, even.) You know exactly how to control an audience’s emotions, you know when to drag something out and when to shut it down, you know when to cut off a conversation and when bring up the fact it was cut off later. Little foreshadowings like the loose tooth are well-planted and plot beats like lucid dreaming are dropped and picked back up delicately and with precision, like pressing piano keys. i don’t doubt for a second it’s all a part of some grand instrument, though i wouldn’t be surprised if you told me most of it was improvised - another way you’re just like the show was. you’ve done the episodic-and-serialized thing better than at least half of all silver-age cartoons that have attempted to do so! I adore the way you show kindness to all characters in your scenes, from gideon’s characterless mother to the little freak himself. It truly feels as though you pick no favorites, and that’s something you do better than the show did tbh. Not that TBOB needed to hook me in with a marketing campaign, but hypothetically, in a universe where I didn’t own a hand-sewn bill cipher throw-pillow and yet somehow still found this fic, I would definitely be excited for it after reading! you’re gifted, and i hope this does numbers on AO3. I truly cannot stand hazbin hotel, but I may go back and read your other works once this one’s over, just to hear your narrative voice. it’s a voice worth hearing, and may it be forever amplified.

oh WOW thank you so much??? 😭 this is SUCH a sweet comment and it means so much to me that you took the time to write all this!!

APPLEJACKIFICATION... that made me laugh. Dipper will get some serious development before the end of the eclipse plot and he's key in the next plot, so I think that'll help him make some progress. But yeah—he's not gonna be as important as Mabel, but I do want to make sure he has a plot that stands on its own, smaller though it may be.

It's 2/3 planned, 1/3 improvised. 😁 I've got a lead time of about 15 chapters between what I've posted and what I've written, so I can do stuff like write the poppet chapter, write the tooth fairy arc, edit the poppet chapter, realize that as long as I'm giving him a bloody lip maybe I can loosen his tooth, edit the tooth fairy arc, have him mention that that tooth was loose. And many chapters I haven't written or outlined yet I have loosely planned in my head so I know how to aim toward them.

Wanting to show kindness to all the characters and wanting to give as many of them an internal life as possible is so important to me, and I'm so glad that's showing through so far!

And honestly I think "I hate [xyz] but I'll read it if you're writing it" is the highest compliment. 😂 All my hazbin fics were written pre-season 1 when all we had was the pilot, a couple comics, creator comments, and some Helluva to go by; but idk maybe you'd consider that a plus lol. (If you're interested, on ao3 I've also written Transformers, Godzilla, some Pokémon, and a smattering of other things.)

Thanks again for sending such a nice message!

[dystopicjumpsuit]

How about you? What are you guys grateful for? Reblog and share what TBB meant to you!

Thanks for tagging me @lightwise! I've seen this post circulating, and it's taken me a few days to organize my chaotic thoughts into some semblance of order, and I've now rewritten this post three times.

I had never been active in a fandom before last year. I was a professional lurker, but always too intimidated to jump in. After the season 2 finale, I dealt with the end of season 2 by starting to write fanfiction. Copious amounts of fanfiction. Yea, even a plethora of fanfiction. Between March 21 and December 31 of last year, I wrote over 200,000 words of fanfiction.

For context, I had never written fiction of any kind before; all of my writing had been scientific publications and grant proposals. I had always wanted to write fiction, but somehow the stakes seemed too high. But with fanfiction, there were no stakes. What was the worst that could happen? Nobody read my story? That didn't sound so bad.

So I wrote Martyrs and Kings.

"But DJ!" you might say. "Martyrs and Kings has nothing to do with The Bad Batch!"

AND THAT'S WHERE YOU'RE WRONG. Because M&K is about a clone FINALLY getting closure and a chance at happiness and peace. Yes, Kix is the main character. But in my mind as I was writing, Kix was a stand-in for every clone who deserved better than what he got in canon, including the Bad Batch, and especially Tech.

I published the first chapter on Star Wars Day, May 4 of last year. I had no Tumblr followers, and I'd never published any other fanfiction. I had no idea what I was doing. Unsurprisingly, nobody read it. I made a couple of memes for Star Wars day and dropped them on Tumblr. Hardly anybody interacted. Shocking, I know. It felt lonely as hell. So I started trying to interact with the blogs I'd followed when I first joined, and quickly ran into some unpleasantness that made me seriously consider dumping the rest of M&K on AO3 and disappearing from the face of the earth.

And then @freesia-writes came along.

And then @deejadabbles. Then @sev-on-kamino, and @anxiouspineapple99, and @523rdrebel, and @wings-and-beskar,

and @sunshinesdaydream, and @starrylothcat, and @littlemissmanga, and @nika6q, and @sinfulsalutations,

and @enigmaticexplorer, and @arcsimper5, and @moonlightwarriorqueen, and @clonethirstingisreal, and @goblininawig, and on and on, and suddenly, it didn't feel so lonely, because for the first time in my life, I could talk to people who get it.

And that was just the first wave. I'm STILL making new friends every single day because of TBB and TCW fandoms. I am absolutely blown away by how many wonderful, lovely, kind folks I've met through this fandom, and now that I've realized it's all happened in less than a year, it's even more incredible to me. Because one year ago, I didn't have a single Star Wars friend. And now I have all of you. And that is the thing I'm most grateful for.

There are so many more people that I should have tagged, many of whom have already responded to this post (@frostycatblr-fandom-files I see you, my friend). Because I'm just as overwhelmingly grateful for my newer friends like @smw-on-kamino, @eternal-transcience, @ladyzirkonia, @littlefeatherr,

@vrycurious, @coffeeandbatboys, @starstofillmydream, @griffedeloup and OF COURSE @/lightwise! And there are more. So many more. And if I haven't tagged you, please know I wasn't intentionally excluding you.

So there you go. As much as I love the series, the thing I'm most grateful for is you. 🩵🩵🩵

Before TBB Ends...Regardless of HOW it Ends...I've Got to Say Something...

In 2021, TBB was released, and over the last few years, it's grown to mean a lot to me. Not just the stories, the storytelling, the characters whom we've fallen in love with and hope to see more of someday, whose stories we've learned important lessons from, but how it profoundly affected my life.

And it is something I am incredibly grateful for.

Regardless of how the show ends, if it's something I'm going to love or be totally heartbroken over and hate, I'm so glad it happened and went on this journey.

For one, it gave me the plug to start writing. Writing was always a dream of mine but it wasn't until I discovered fanfiction, because of TBB, that I actually realized it. I had this idea of writing and thought I'd never really be able to accomplish that. The show enabled me to move past that and I've been able to be enflamed by my love for writing. It brings me so much happiness. No other show pushed me to write like this one.

Secondly, my writing has allowed me to touch and interact with people. I can't tell you how much it means to me and how thrilled I am to hear and learn my work has touched you in some way. I'm humbled by your words and taking the time to actually read and appreciate what I've written.

Thirdly, I've gone on so many adventures, crazy amazing adventures because of what other brilliant minds I met through the show have written. There are SO many great stories that just hit me so.....I was touched by your stories that you wouldn't have written if you hadn't watched the show!

Lastly, but CERTAINLY not the least, I have made SO many friends and writing buddies because of this show. It has connected me to so many cool people that I otherwise may never have found. I've grown really close with some of you, while others, though we may not be friends per say, I hope we can someday. In the meantime, I will admire your work from here. You guys mean so much to me and I can't even begin to express how wonderful it's been getting to know you over the past few years. The fun experiences we've shared, the theories, the stories, all of it. I am not putting this as well as it was in my head so please forgive that.

This includes but isn't limited to: @eclec-tech @photogirl894 @apocalyp-tech-a @lizartgurl @jedipoodoo @arctrooper69 @carolinetano7567 @trapezequeen @ghostofskywalker @masterjedilenaaa @ladysongmaster @moonstrider9904 @klmwrites @techs-stitches @ovaa-bi-bia @frostycatblr-fandom-files @imabeautifulbutterfly @sverdgeir @oceansssblue @marvel-starwarsfangirl @jedi-hawkins

How about you? What are you guys grateful for? Reblog and share what TBB meant to you!

Copy and paste the red as your header and let's see how many people we can get so share their stories!

I will end with no other quote than this!

"With love comes loss; it's part of the deal. Sometimes it hurts, but in the end, it's all worth it. There's no greater gift than love."

[lenievi]

Hi! It's me again (I promise I am not an exhibitionist ^^" I just can't send you a private message for some reason).

I really haven't gotten any notification so thank you very much for the public answer (sometimes I think Tumblr has something against me personally).

Czech is a beautiful language! I don't know anything about it, but my eyes get heartshaped whenever I hear it or about it (and it was my second choice for the BA degree).

I think I have an idea why the first series are special to you. As I said, I haven't yet watched anything else to compare it with, but I have the feeling that it's in those episodes when the writers care the least about the team and the most about the plot. I mean that the episodes are Kirk centered (even Bones is only occasiononaly present and Uhura, Sulu and Scotty barely communicate with both Spock and Kirk) and I have yet to see a bad episode without a serious message. I know that this will change and I am actually a bit scared by it. Cause when I started watching I thought I was up for silly funny friendiship-tenderness-banter stories that could be pleasantly interpreted as ships. I wasn't really prepared for the complexity of characters' feelings or the tragedy of their choices. I am mesmerized by it. (But maybe I am all wrong and you have a different perception. Would you care to share? :)

Actually, now I really don't get it how like the 80% of fandom only cares for spirk having sex. I mean it is beautiful outside of TOS (and I am forever grateful for all those weeks on ao3) but that is the most boring hc you can have in TOS. You should really be in the 60's and consider gay sex taboo to make it exiting. To be honest, I haven't thought about TOS spones or mcspirk either, but I read a couple of your works last night (it was a really nice escapism night, thank you) and you've made both couples look very interesting (I am honestly looking forward to the new chapters of the spones slow burn work-in-progress). I am especially fond of your style! It's both very delicate and very TOS. It didn't feel wrong even in this missing scene from the Consciousness of the King and I have just watched the episode. I loved especially how Kirk wanted Kodos to be killed and maybe even wanted to see him watch his daughter suffer. I think I disagree with you on the subject of Kodos but it only makes it more interesting.

Huh, this got a bit out of control... I am very sorry!

Hi! I think it might be connected to the fact that you don't appear in notifications? Even when you reblog a post of mine, no one can see you liked/reblogged it in the post itself… I'm not sure if this is what shadowbanned means, but it's possible that it's something like that…

The reason why I like the first half is kinda similar to what you said. Part of the reason is that the episodes are Kirk-centric (but that doesn't really change later, the whole show is Kirk-centric, actually, he's the star after all), but the other reason is that more than the rest of the show, these episodes are actually those where you can see the life on the Enterprise, where you can see supporting characters interacting, where you get glimpses of what TOS could be if it was an ensemble show. There are also some personal reasons, mostly related to McCoy and how much I love his and Kirk's scenes in early s1, but after the writers realized that Spock and McCoy have a fun dynamic, they started to increase that, while lowering Kirk&McCoy scenes…

There are still plenty of good episodes later, with good messages (I think the pop-culture version of Trek is very subtle, almost nonexistent, actually, there are a few episodes like that, but it’s not the majority), but with the change of the showrunner (not sure if that's the correct term lol but yeah), the second season got a bit lighter and fun, and the 3rd season got slightly depressing with its themes and the empty and dying planets, and it focused primarily on the trio only. The show just evolved (even though most of the changes were caused by egos lol)

I mean, I don't watch TOS and think that spones or mckirk have sex, I don't see anything in the show as romantic (nothing reads that way), but it's fun to think what IF because that's what's shipping about to me, and the spones dynamic and the mckirk dynamic are compelling to me on different and various levels (not necessarily just romantic/sexual). So it's fun to try and figure out if I can get them somewhat together in a way I'd enjoy. I have nothing against s/k as a ship (I feel like I always need to make sure that people understand this), I just don't find anything interesting about them as a romantic ship - probably the same way as most people don't find anything interesting about tos!mckirk lol (the never actually experienced simple friendship without subordinate/superior shadows that's part of the show/films is way more compelling tbh, but it's not like you can find that in fanfics, not that I tried though lol but considering everything…) But I dislike the fanon portrayal, and I dislike how aggressive some fans are, so I just prefer not to speak about it with others (I occasionally do make a post about some aspects of their friendship I enjoy though), even if it's just friendship, because I have different opinions, and I blacklist all mentions of it. (it took me a moment to figure out why your ask didn't show for me on my computer, since Tumblr Savior hides all mentions of sp1rk (and variations) for me lol)

I'm glad you had fun with my fics and that the relationships worked for you! I see Kirk as an unreliable narrator in that Conscience of the King fic, so not everything he thinks about Kodos is necessarily true. And his fondness for Lenore made it even more difficult to know what to really do when confronted with someone who could be Kodos.

I hope that my love for spones will come back soon, so that I can work some more on that wip!

ETA: I want to also add that I don’t think there’s anything weird or boring about only watching a show because of a ship or a character and having that as the primary interest. It’s practically what I do too on a perhaps a different scale, but it’s not really different.

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 59 ; A Promise To The Dead

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 3,566 Warnings: emma gets petty, lacrosse, tiny bit of fluff, tiny bit of angst, A/N: Hi, friends! Chapter 59 is here! We’re almost done with Season 4! I know a lot of y’all like this season of the show, but I personally can’t stand it because there’s so much going on that my brain can’t handle it, hahaa! We got a lot of Emma repeating herself. You have been warned. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Waking up to the sunlight hitting my face would've been amazing. But instead, I was being woken up to the sound.... of Stiles snoring. He never snores. Groaning, I rolled over to face him, thinking he was facing me, but I was wrong. I was very wrong. He was laying on his back, mouth wide open. I huffed and sat up, resting on my right elbow.

“Stiles. Stiles!” I said.

“Hmm?” he hummed.

“You've got an early morning practice for the big game tomorrow, remember?”

“Hi,” he said, more in his sleep.

I sighed and hung my head. “If I'm gonna be standing on the sidelines with Bobby watching you play this entire lacrosse game, you better not suck.”

“Not gonna suck,” he said, brows scrunching just a hair.

“As your Coach, I demand you get up.”

He just rolled over, back facing me.

“Stiles Stilinski, if you don't roll back over, you'll never see me naked again. Do you hear me? Stiles!”

He groaned and tried to get more comfortable.

I breathed a short breath, thinking of what to do to get him to pay attention to me… and to also wake him up. Like a light bulb went off in my head, I smiled to myself, almost evil-like. I looked over at him and grabbed his shoulder, rolling him over so that I was hovering over him. 

“Wha--” he started.

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his, silencing him. I felt him place his hand on the back of my head, keeping me in place, pulling away after a few seconds.

“What are you doing? I haven't even brushed my teeth yet,” he said, voice laced with sleep.

“I've known you since we were babies and have seen you at your absolute worse. I don't give a shit about unbrushed teeth.”

He smiled a little, letting out a noise between a scoff and a chuckle. He put his hand back on the back of my head, bringing our lips back together.

I squealed when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me across his body, my left shoulder meeting the mattress. I pulled away from our kiss and giggled. “Well, this is a new position.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, but I don't care.”

“I love you,” I smiled.

“I love you, too,” he smiled back.

~~~

“Emma? Emma. Did you hear me? Look, I passed,” Malia said. She had her test in front of my face, wiggling it.

I grunted a little, taking the paper from her hands. “C Minus.”

“Yours and Lydia's notes are great when they're not written in code.”

“Malia, I never gave you my notes,” I chuckled.

“Oh,” she realized, but quickly dismissed it. “I don't care, I still passed.”

Coach placed our most recent test on her desk. F.

“Disappointed, Malia,” Coach said as I grimaced. 

Ouch. 

“Profoundly disappointed.”

Malia looked over at Lydia.

“I'll send you my notes,” Lydia said.

I tapped Malia on the shoulder, causing her to turn back around and face me. “I'll talk to him.”

She looked confused.

“Did we not tell you?” I asked, looking over at Kira and Lydia. I sighed and hung my head, picking it back up and giving her a small smile. “Coach is my uncle. My mom's brother, well... one of them.”

She nodded. “Good to know.”

I chuckled and looked down at my paper before I looked up at the board. 

NETWORTH AT TIME OF DEATH ADJUSTED FOR INFLATION JOHN D. ROCKEFELLER: 318 BILLION CORNELIUS VANDERBILT: 150 BILLION HENRY FORD: 188 BILLION

“Guys,” Kira whispered. “It's over. The computers are off. Em, you turned them off yourself. No more assassins. No more murders. No one's dying.”

Lydia and I looked at each other, saying, “Not yet.”

~~~

School went by so fast after that. Stiles and I were sitting in his room doing our homework, both of us laying on his bed on our stomachs.

“Uuuuuuuugh,” I groaned. 

He chuckled next to me. “What?”

“I'm so done with studying. I just want to not study for a change,” I said, turning my head to look over at him. “We need a date night. It's much needed.”

“Kind of like Scott and Kira?”

I chuckled. “Without the Star Wars.”

He got up and stood in front of me at the end of the bed. He squatted down in front of me, taking my hand in his. “Number one, don't knock Star Wars--”

“Babe, we watch it all the time!” I whined. 

“Second,” he said, voice raised above mine just a little bit. I quieted down as he looked me dead in the eyes. “We'll go on one just as soon as we get finished studying, okay?”

I smirked at him a little, whispering, “You always know the right thing to say.”

He shrugged which made me giggle. Putting my free hand on his cheek, I pulled his lips towards mine. We shared a kiss for a few seconds. Not a chaste kiss, not a makeout session, just a long kiss. Almost like one you see in the movies.

We pulled away, both smiling. 

He stood up and grabbed his book, sitting at his desk. “Laying like that kills me.”

I shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

A couple hours later, I looked up at the door, hearing a knock on it. 

“Drop what you're doing. I'm taking you both out to dinner,” Sheriff said, walking into Stiles' room. “Whatever you want.”

“You seem chipper,” I smiled. “I like it.”

“Dad, I don't think a man of your debts should be treating anyone... to anything,” Stiles said.

“Well...” Sheriff began, looking between the two of us. “There's one debt we no longer have to worry about.”

“What is that?” I asked, jumping off the bed. I took the two steps over to Stiles' desk, taking the paper out of his hand. 

Sheriff chuckled. “A letter of apology from Eichen House. Apparently, they've decided to forgive our debt due to... uh… well, to you two almost getting murdered.”

I read over the paper, handing it to Stiles so that he could finally read over it. “They can do that?”

“They can do it and they did it,” Sheriff smiled.

“I have never been so happy to have almost been murdered,” Stiles said, placing the paper on his desk.

“Well, we're not out of it yet, but... we're going to be okay.”

Stiles and I looked at each other for a second.

“And at least for the moment, I can afford to take my son and his girlfriend--” Sheriff said, looking at me while saying, “--my goddaughter--” before turning his sights back to Stiles, “--out to dinner.”

Stiles closed his book that was on his desk and stood up, wrapping his arms around my middle from behind.

“Em, I already know what your favorite food is,” Sheriff said.

“Pizza?” Stiles asked.

“Pizza,” I said, smiling. “Let me put my shoes on.”

I walked back to my room to put my shoes on that I discarded when we got home from school a few hours ago.

As soon I stood from putting my shoes back on, I lightly gasped out Scott's name. Since I was standing in front of my vanity, I noticed that my eyes were Bright Green. I closed my eyes and shook my head, blinking rapidly a few times. That seemed to have done the trick because my eyes were back to their normal shade of blue.

I walked out of my room and down the stairs, meeting both Stilinski men by the door. I grabbed Stiles' hand as we both walked out the car.

Pizza, here we come!

~~~

“Everything's fine. I got a text from him this morning and he said he might be a little late,” I heard Stiles say.

I walked out of Coach's office after having my evening chat with him about the game to stand next to Stiles. “Who's late?”

“Scott,” Liam said, voice full of worry.

“Don't worry. He's gonna be here,” I said. I looked up at Stiles, crossing my arms while asking, “How late is late, exactly?”

“Uh--” Stiles stuttered.

“Is he always late?” Liam asked.

“We're playing Devenford Prep again and this time it's an actual game, babe. How late is he gonna be?” I asked, turning my attention back to Stiles.

“He shouldn't be late,” Liam added.

“Who shouldn’t be late?” Coach asked.

“Shit,” I mumbled.

Liam and I gave Stiles a look that said care to elaborate?

“Scott and Kira,” Liam ended up answering.

I looked at him and smacked his arm. “You should've let Stiles take the bait for this one!” I whisper-yelled.

“I heard that,” Stiles said, looking at me before looking back to Coach. “They might be slightly late.”

Coach stuttered, then finally said, “Slightly late is still late. Wh—what are they doing?”

It was silent for a moment before Stiles said, “They're doing something that's going to make them slightly late.”

“What could Scott and Kira be doing right now that's more important than playing in the first game?” Coach asked.

It was silent again as the three of us looked at each other, expecting the other to answer.

“Oh, Bobby,” I sighed. I walked up to him, prepared to give him my best lie yet. I patted his chest and looked up at him, face scrunched. “They're getting bizz-ayy,” I whispered.

“Oh. Oh!” Coach said. 

I nodded, my face still scrunched. “They're gonna be late.”

~~~

The teams were warming up on the field as I was looking at my clipboard, looking at the plays for the evening. I puckered my lips and nodded, thinking either these plays would really hurt us or really help us.

I looked behind me as I felt a presence near me. Sheriff... and Malia? What was she doing with Sheriff?

I walked over to them as they sat down on the bleachers.

“Hey, Noah—I mean, Sheriff,” I greeted.

“Hey, Em. I'm liking the new look,” he greeted back.

“Thanks. Assistant Coach,” I said, showing off the title on my jacket that I was wearing. “Oh, you've gotta see this. It's a surprise for Stiles.” I turned around and showed off the number 24 that was on the back with Stilinski on top.

Sheriff laughed, happily. “Oh, wow! He's gonna love that.”

“Right?” I said, chuckling. I looked over at Malia. “And what, pray tell, brings you here?”

She looked around. “Can't I just support my team?”

I narrowed my eyes at her and walked away. “I know exactly what your intentions are, Malia. Don't think I'm blind,” I said, looking back down at my clipboard, knowing she could hear me. I saw from the corner of my eye Stiles and Liam sit down, so I walked over and sat down with them.

“Whoa, you okay?” Liam asked.

“Yup. Never better. I'll be a lot better, though, if I could get the best kiss in the world,” I said, looking over at Stiles.

“Uhm, thanks for offer, Em, but--”

“I wasn't talking about you, Liam. I was talking about this oinker right here,” I said, shoving Stiles' shoulder with mine.

He finally looked at me and smiled. “Of course,” he said, leaning over. Since I knew Malia was watching, I placed my lips on Stiles', trying to give her a good show. Stiles was my boyfriend, not hers, and she needed to see that or else I was going to say things that would possibly ruin a friendship.

Stiles and I pulled away, smiling at each other. “Where that came from, I don't know, and at this point, I don't care,” he said.

“Good. Oh, before the two of you have a conversation, because I have a sense about these things, I have something to show you.”

“Oh, yeah. What is it?” Stiles asked.

I stood up and turned my back towards him, showing off his name and jersey number.

“What?!” he exclaimed, happily. He stood up. “Baby!”

“Is it too much?” I asked, turning back around to face him.

“No, no, it's perfect. When did you find time to get it done?” 

“Mom found it amongst Bobby's things for me and had it done. She said it didn't take them long to do it, either.”

“Wear it with pride.”

“You know I am,” I said, pulling him towards me by his jersey.

He placed his lips against mine again, this time a little more vigorously. 

I pulled away, giggling. “We're in front of a crowd, babe.”

“I don't care. Let them look.”

“Okay, I'm not gonna get it on with your dad and my uncle, plus the entire town of Beacon Hills watching.”

He looked above my head like he was thinking. “Good point.” He sat back down, me following.

“Okay. Now you can have your conversation,” I said.

“They're still not here,” Liam said.

The tension in the air suddenly got more serious.

“Okay, what's really going on?” Stiles asked. “Are you nervous about the full moon? It's not for another 24 hours.”

“You wanna say that a little bit more loudly for the people in the back?” I asked. I watched as Liam looked at the moon and sighed. “Liam, you're gonna be fine. Okay? Just try not to rage out on anyone.”

“You're not worried?” Liam asked, looking over at me.

“You're such a puppy,” I chuckled.

“We're mildly concerned,” Stiles answered. “Mildly.”

I watched him pull out his phone from his duffle bag, typing out a text to Scott. 

To Scott McCall: How late you gonna be? Very worried. Very.

He sent it then looked over at me, seeing the same worry in my eyes that Liam has in his. “Hey,” he said, grabbing my hand. He brought it up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on my knuckles. “Everything's gonna be fine.”

I smiled slightly at him, leaning over and placing my lips softly upon his one more time.

“We're gonna lose without him,” Liam said.

“And that's an awesome way to ruin a sweet moment between a boy and his girl,” I sassed.

Stiles chuckled and looked over at Liam, putting his gloves on. “No we're not. We can be just as good without Scott. Okay? I've been practicing. Let me tell you something. I'm getting good. Really good.”

“Okay,” I said. “As much as I love you and love watching you play, I'm gonna need to see this happen before I believe it.”

~~~

As soon as the whistle blew after Stiles and a Devenford player got in ready position at the ball, Devenford scooped up the ball, causing Stiles to fall on his chest. 

Next play, he got hit in the side of the helmet with the ball.

Play after that, he fell backwards trying to catch the ball. 

Play after that, he got tackled to the ground by a hoard of Devenford players.

And each time, my face was hidden behind my clipboard.

After I heard Stiles grunt after being tackled to the ground, I sprinted onto the field and knelt beside him, completely forgetting that I couldn't be on the field.

Liam came over on his other side as Stiles sat up on his elbows. 

“Yeah, I'm gonna call Scott again,” Stiles said.

I chuckled. “Are you okay?”

“I'm better now,” he said, sending a wink my way.

I stood back up and walked back over to stand next to Coach, watching the next play. We watched as a Devenford player shot the ball into the net.

“Come on!” Coach yelled, jumping. He looked over at me. “Are those boys on steroids?”

I chuckled. “I think they're just that good, Bobby.”

The ref blew the whistle as the players walked back over to the bench to sit down. I walked over to Stiles and Liam, standing behind them. 

“Alright. Neither of them are answering,” Stiles said. “I gotta go see what's going on.”

“You're leaving? What are you gonna tell Coach and Emma?” Liam asked.

“Well,” I said, making both boys jump. “Emma's going with her boyfriend while telling her uncle, the Coach, that they both ate something earlier and now they’re not feeling too great.”

“Does Emma always refer to herself in third person?” Liam asked.

I chuckled. “No. Just get your crap together, Stilinski.” I started walking over to Coach to tell him my lie, but saw him throw his clipboard on the ground, calling the game stupid. “Yeah, never mind. I'm not telling him shit.”

“Liam, you're gonna be okay. Alright?” Stiles said.

The whistle blew as Stiles patted Liam's shoulder, standing up and nodding with his head for me to follow him. He took off his gloves and put them in his bag.

We walked over to the bleachers, Stiles stopping to talk to his dad. 

“Oh, Emma, by the way, your dad just sent me a text. He told me to tell you sorry about missing tonight's game,” Sheriff said.

I waved him off, saying, “No big deal.”

“Dad, listen,” Stiles said. He launched into his explanation of Scott and Kira not showing up and presumably missing.

“You want me to stay here if he shows up?” Malia asked.

I walked a couple feet away from them, rolling my eyes.

“Yes,” Stiles said.

Sheriff stood up and followed Stiles over towards me. Stiles grabbed my hand and the three of us walked away from the bleachers.

“You okay?” Sheriff asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I looked over at him. “Me? Yeah, I'm fine,” I lied.

“Well, I saw you roll your eyes at Malia. Anything going on between you two?” I sighed. “Nothing that's important right now. Thanks, though.”

~~~

Stiles ended up going into the locker room to change back into his regular clothes. We hopped into the Jeep and headed to Derek's loft, the last place that we knew Scott and Kira to be, with his Dad right behind us.

I was sitting with my arms crossed over my stomach, looking out the window. 

“Em?” I heard Stiles say.

“Hmm?” I asked, turning my head to look over at him.

“Why are you still letting this Malia thing get to you?” 

I sighed and looked out of the front window. “Cause you're her anchor. And, I guess, in her mind, when you're someone's anchor, you're supposed to be with them. I know you've said that I have nothing to worry about and that nothing or no one's gonna come between us, but I can't shake the feeling like she's going to. I mean, she's really pretty and I'm a freaking potato.”

He chuckled. “Look. Who's wearing my number?”

“I am.”

“Uh-huh. And who have I loved since I found out what love was?”

I sighed. “Me.”

“And who have I said that I'm gonna marry one day?” 

“Me,” I said.

“Exactly. She's never going to come between us. No matter how hard she tries.”

“Yeah, well, her asking to stay in case Scott shows up is almost like her stepping over a boundary.”

Stiles sighed. “Babe, look. Scott's her Alpha now. So, she's gonna do what she can to stay on his good side.”

“I know,” I sighed. “I guess I'm just a piping hot mess.”

“Quoting Tony Stark?”

I chuckled lightly. “Quoting Tony Stark.”

We pulled up to Derek's loft, and quickly got out. Back to business.

The three of us ran up the stairs to get to the loft. I stopped at the door once I saw a crap ton of light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. 

Date night idea!

Derek and Braeden were there, obviously. We walked down the small set of stairs that sat there and into the loft more.

“What the hell happened?” Stiles asked.

“It was supposed to be a date,” Derek said. 

“They were both here?” Sheriff asked.

“And they're both gone,” Braeden said.

As I looked around the room as the four of them talked to each other, a sudden realization washed over me. “Oh, my God,” I whispered. I covered my mouth and turned back towards the door.

“Hey,” Stiles said. I turned around to see that he was reaching out for me, but had his phone up to his ear.

“Scott's been taken,” I heard Lydia's voice say. 

“Scott and Kira. We just don't know where,” Stiles answered.

I turned towards him and took his phone, pressing it to my own ear. “Mexico.”

“And if the two of you want to save his life, that's where you're going too,” Deaton said.

“Wait, how did you know it was Mexico?” Lydia asked.

I sighed and looked at Stiles. “Because I had a feeling yesterday, but ignored it.”

“What? How? Why?”

“What; my eyes were Green and I said Scott's name. How; Banshee feeling, le duh. Why; I'm assuming you're asking that one about why I ignored it, and I have an answer for that.”

“And that is?” Lydia asked after a couple of seconds of silence.

“Sheriff took us out for pizza! That was on my brain,” I groaned.

“Emma!” 

“Look, I know it looks and sounds bad--”

“It is bad.”

I started to get a headache, so I gave Stiles his phone back. I grabbed the sides of my head as the pain became unbearable and screamed. Not a banshee scream, but a scream of pain and terror. 

I screamed out a name. One I never wanted to scream again.

“SCOTT!”

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All characters, story lines, and plot aside from Emma and her storyline & plot, are all of the work of Jeff Davis. Our home slice Emma was made up all by me. As well we her parents and their storyline throughout the series.

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Posted on September 17, 2021