#I'm holding on to the hope that liz somehow knows he's not her father

[soniccrazygal]

Is wow a new bad guy who could have guessed!! I'm really excited for this one I hope you like it

It took in a while to get away from all the people... When they had gotten back to the car where Charlie waited, Michael could tell she wasn't at full strength. She immediately Hug both of them "Oh my God I was so worried!! I'm sorry! I couldn't come to help I just can barely hold myself together right now! I'm so sorry-" "We're OK Charlie let's get in the car And find another hotel I don't think this place is gonna let us back in..." Elizabeth pointed at the hotel Michael hadn't seen it since he was running but the front entrance had Been destroyed he could also see that there was blood inside... It only took a minute for them all to get in the car Charlie drove and Michael sat with Elizabeth in the back seat as she told her story.. "When you got nabbed by that thing that looks like baby at 1st I wanted to Save you.. But then it stepped forward and its hands turned into a taser and-" Tears collected in Elizabeth's eyes "Hey Liz don't cry... it's OK... That's what I want you to do.. your safety comes 1st" Michael hugged her. the black goo was Gone now most of it had fallen off during their walk, She was still glowing slightly but Michael didn't mind. "foxy continued chasing me... he kept on tearing through cars on the way a-and people to-o it was terrible.. Then you jumped on top of me and bit me.." Elizabeth pointed to her bite mark. Her shirt was torn where it happened and It was Almost fully healed which should be impossible- "I don't know what came over me Michael I just felt something... And I just ripped off its head like it was nothing.." Elizabeth looked at Michael terrified.. "Then I-I Ripped into it right there in the middle of the road.. Couldn't stop it was like I wasn't in control.. When I finally snapped out of it I ran to where you were and ripped that thing stomach open and got you out..."

There was silence for a moment then Charlie spoke."I was right circus baby's remnant definitely affecting you... I've never seen this happen before but.." Elizabeth hugged Michael again moving as close to him as she could. "I don't think we need to talk about this Charlie... Let's just find another shady motel and stay there.. Get our bearings again" Elizabeth didn't say anything just Hugged on as tight as she could to Michael like if she didn't he would disappear...

(Somewhere else in London)

Bethany took a long ship of the "cocktail" Remnant and alcohol mixed together swimmingly.. She could already feel the rot along her body undoing itself as the remnant worked its magic.. "Honestly I liked you better when you were half decayed..." Jack the man across from her gave her a Disappointed look... Bethany gave Jack a foul look and had another large ship. Jack was from America so of course he was crass.. She didn't know too much about him other than; His full name was Jack Davis Kennedy, he what's the product of a Irish businessman father and a East Asian actress, Had inherited his father's company and his mother's good looks, And was an all around @#$#.... "I'm honestly disappointed in you Bethany you didn't just fail spectacularly you killed and somehow altered both of them.. And manage to kill yourself in the process!" Bethany rolled her eyes.. how she had miss the feeling of actually being able to feel.. only a week as a undead undead had been miserable and she hadn't even fully rotted away yet... "I mean Mr. Afton's not too happy about it! But on the other hand he never really cared for the boy much and from the news reports the girl seems to have turned out perfect.." Bethany just rolled her Hold her eyes turning her head to the tv Located on the opposite wall. Footage of the attack and the girl ripping the Fox to shreds had been caught through a shaky home video Cam and The traffic cameras so it wasn't the best footage but Anyone could recognize that bright red hair. "So what are you going to do that I can't..." Bethany said finally feeling comfortable enough to take off her gloves. the skin had regenerated perfectly it still had a slightly purple tent to it but at least it wasn't completely decayed. "I'm going to catch them, take them to the States and take them to their Dad!" Bethany rolled her eyes again again.. the shadows we're beginning to stretch as the sun was setting. (If you were judging just on that there would only be a woman on the roof..)

It didn't take long for them to find a new hotel room and for Michael to contact Damian changing the place where the package would arrive. Charlie had went out with him leaving Elizabeth alone in the room. Her veins hadn't stopped glowing but they had dimmed.. As she sat there boardly flipping through channels she could have sworn she saw the figure and a boy in the static.. (Cassidy and Evan are trying to talk to her)

There you go new villain a bit more mystery and all done I hope you like this and interested to see where you take it Signed your Person who keeps on doing this random Tumblr user!

Elizabeth was going to just turn off the tv when she noticed all the static, but then she heard a voice that she hadn’t heard in a long time attempting to talk to her. Slowly creeping loser to the tv, she asked, “Evan?”

[raceispunk]

An update on the fic I'm writing with my friend:

[He's With the Band: Chapter 4] link

The swirl of students was just on the safe side of interesting rather than overwhelming to watch. With the crowds of kids, groups pushing and shoving, laughing, couples holding hands, nemeses glaring daggers across the asphalt of the parking lot, each glance around was a glimpse into another life, another world and bubble and atmosphere, each unique and separate. It filled him with a kind of unhurried melancholy, to watch each life that he was not a part of, but be content to know that he never could be. Simply observing. Sonder, he thought it was called.

There was something liminal about the lit-up parking lots. He always thought stadium lights deserved more aesthetic credit than they received. Not because they made anything look good, but because they gave off such a distinct feeling. 'Vibe', as someone his age might say.

Alex turned to Liz to resume his excited chatter, discussing dorm arrangements, shuffling along in line, waiting for the overburdened admissions workers to sort out their things. He was spacing out thinking about an article he was working on, composing lines in his head and mumbling them out loud so as not to forget, when a very loud voice came from behind Liz.

"Oh my GOD!" Alex jumped, nearly knocking into the table with his backpack as he turned to see a tallish boy standing over Liz's right shoulder, eyes wide with recognition. Alex, on the other hand, had no idea who he was. "Are you the kid who won the Jacobs Award?!"

Liz looked at the boy with utter confusion, scrunching her face, which was very close to his—he had practically yelled in her ear.

"The what? I didn't win anything," she protested, stepping away from the over-excited teenager.

"No, no, him!" He pointed at Alex with gusto, his green eyes sparkling. Alex registered belatedly that he spoke with a thick French accent.

Alex nodded, somewhat unsure of the proper reaction. He stuck out his hand to be shaken.

"Alexander Hamilton."

The taller boy shook his hand with a practiced and somehow graceful air.

"Well done, mon ami, I read it is a very, euh… difficult selection process." He said the last three words a bit slowly, clearly trying to get the pronunciation correct. "My name is Gilbert du Motier, or- that is the short version. My American friends now call me Lafayette." He said this last fact with some pride.

Alex glanced over at Liz, who had her eyebrow raised, looking at Gilbert with utmost dubious confusion. He smiled back at the French boy.

"Great to meet you," Alex said, hoping to carry on the conversation. Maybe he could make a second friend. "Where are you from?"

Gilbert's eyes lit up, clearly eager to discuss his homeland.

"I was born in France, and my father," he wrinkled his brow, searching for a word, "ruled? Ruled an area in-"

"Laf, who's that?" A loud voice interrupted. Gilbert turned to another boy who had just appeared, putting an arm around Alex's shoulders proudly.

"This is the winner of the David Jacobs Award!" 

"Wow," the newcomer said, grabbing Alex's hand and shaking it. "Congratulations. All my friends went for that, I'm impressed!"

"Thanks," Alex said, definitely not blushing. "I'm Alexander Hamilton."

"Robert Troup," he declared with a beaming smile. "Come meet some of my friends, they're right over here." He turned and dragged Gilbert through the sparse but growing crowd without waiting for an answer. Alex took a step to follow, and suddenly remembered Liz.

He whirled around to find her, taking a moment before spotting her a few feet deeper into the line, collecting a lanyard and signing a piece of paperwork.

"Liz!?"

She glanced up, looking around and then finding him.

"Morris Hall," she called back, not quite close enough to be audible through the babble if she spoke normally.

"What?" he asked, but Troup and Gilbert were back, a hand tugging on his sleeve.

"Hamilton, let's go," Troup repeated. Liz was already talking to the admissions staff again.

Alex stumbled after the two boys, dragging his bags along uncomfortably and abandoning his place in line to approach a cluster of young men standing in front of a vacant park bench. Troup elbowed his way into the group, pulling Gilbert and Alex along.

"Guys," he announced, a bit loudly to gather their attention. "Lafayette found the Jacobs Award winner!"

"Jacobs Award, huh?" One boy said, quite literally patting Alex on the back. 

"Damn, this kid?"

"What's your name, man?"

"Where you from?"

Alex forced himself not to back away from the questions, taking them in stride with what he hoped worked well as charm.

"Alexander Hamilton, I'm from the south actually. Just started this year."

There was a round of responses and more general jockeying about. Alex noticed that Troup's friends all seemed to be wearing an expensive brand of their various styles, which mostly revolved around 'nicely dressed bad boy'. Several of them wore stacks of gold chains around their neck, which Alex thought contrasted interestingly with their prep school ensembles.

Despite their mediocre fashion sense, Alex felt like his thrift store t-shirt was burning his skin. The Award offered the untold riches of a full ride scholarship with food and board cost included, but not riches enough to spend on an immigrant's wardrobe. He wrapped his hand around the frayed spot on the strap of his bag.

"Ay-yo, Burr!" Someone yelled. "Come meet the kid who beat you!"

Most of the boys in the group had a significant height advantage on him, so he couldn't see who was coming until he broke into the circle with a sigh and an eyeroll. 

Every inch of him screamed trust fund. His artfully untucked shirt was a brand that Alex could count on one hand the amount of times he had logged a purchase for by an islander. His shoes were brand new, and the leather suitcase dangling from his hand was designer. He fixed Alex with a narrowed gaze.

"Aaron Burr."

Alex smiled with a calculated touch of pride. "Alexander Hamilton." He pronounced his name like a king's, waiting for others to catch on. He was not whatever this boy thought he was.

"Pleasure," Aaron Burr said with a smile. It seemed mostly genuine. "I hear you beat me?"

Alex shrugged. "Got the Jacobs Award. I assume you went for it?"

Burr kept smiling. 

"Of course; it's an academic achievement. Always expanding my collection of those."

"Early grad track for you then?" 

"With highest honors. Got a few advanced classes: 201 Physics, Romantic Texts-"

"-on Civics and Wealth?" Alex grinned. "I'll save you a seat on Monday."

Burr's smile barely wavered. Alex realized that the boys around them had fallen silent. His voice was pleasant when he answered.

"I look forward to it."

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[immegod]

This would be at least 1000% better if they weren't having so much fun just bc liz thinks he's her dad

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Coach (1)

Fandom: Dylan O'Brien

Pairing: AU Dylan x Fem!Reader

Mini series summary: Being a newly single mom of two kids wasn't exactly easy. And love wasn't exactly part of your agenda. So, should you avoid lusting over your son's baseball coach? Absolutely. But with a man like Dylan, could you really resist? Probably not.

Warnings: nothing major yet, small sexual innuendo, mentions of cheating and divorce

WC: 1.9k

A/N: a yes, to those who have been following me for a while may recognize this title, it's my old Dylan AU fic. Yes I decided to continue it. Updates will come periodically, because I write spontaneously and I cant guarantee quick updates. But I do promise I wont wait a whole year to update. And since I did some slight updates in the first 2 parts I decided to archive the old ones and repost them again. So yeah, if you've read them before great, give it another read, my writing is much better now I promise and if you're new welcome, I hope you like this mini series.

(You are here, part 2, part 3)

Dylan stood by the side of the large field, near the home plate, occasionally yelling out suggestions and pointing out mistakes to the young boys. 

"Ezra! You have to watch the ball! C'mon! I know you can do better!" He called out to the blonde boy standing on the home plate with a bat in hand. Dylan then turned his attention to the dark haired boy with the baseball mitt and ball in hand.

"Roman! What's going on, buddy? You gotta focus, alright? You gotta work on that throw!" Dylan called out to the young boy, who half nodded and sighed heavily in response.

Not long after, Dylan signaled the young boys scattered throughout the large field to gather around. He spoke some encouraging words to the boys before allowing them to disperse and gather their equipment which meant practice was over.

Your son, however, stayed behind for a minute. There was an inaudible conversation happening between Dylan and your ten year-old, Roman. You watched from the bleachers as your son made some tired gestures at his coach followed by a small pat on the back from Dylan. You couldn't help but follow them with your eyes as they made their way to the bleachers, your eyes lingering a bit too long on the brown haired coach. An action that wasn't taken lightly by the female sitting beside you.

"You're staring at him again." Your best friend, Ezra's mother, Eliza -or just Liz, commented.

"I'm not." You muttered out quickly, tearing your eyes away from the handsome coach, your mouth hanging open for a couple of seconds. "I wasn't staring." You stated matter of factly and shrugged as you looked down at the small six year-old sitting on your lap, making sure she wasn't paying attention to the conversation.

"Really? The drool coming from your mouth says otherwise." Liz playfully ran her finger across your chin, pretending to wipe away at it. You slightly glared at her, an eye roll going her way.

"I'm not drooling. I wasn't even staring." You tried to defend yourself, making a small sassy gesture to her.

"Hey, I don't blame you. If I wasn't married," she took a pause as she eyed Dylan as he removed his baseball hat to run a hand through his messy chocolate locks, you couldn't help but stare as well. "I'd jump on his bones any day."

"Hey, there's young ears present." You said quietly to Liz as not to disturb the young girl in your arms.

Despite your attempt not to, you couldn't help but allow your eyes to fall once again on the field, following the handsome male that was the topic of your conversation. You had to hide the infatuated sigh that left your lips at the sight of your son's coach running around the field, talking to the kids and picking up equipment.

"Well he is handsome, I'll give him that.." You admitted quietly, "and he's really good with the kids."

Your friend smirked slightly at your words and wiggled her eyebrows at you.

"I bet that's not the only thing he's really good at." She eyed you suggestively and slightly nudged at you with her shoulder, "You should find out what other things he's good at."

Your mouth instantly fell open and your eyes widened at the insinuation.

"Eliza! Oh, my god. Don't say that." You slightly shook your head to brush off the embarrassment and hid your face on your hands to cover the crimson on your skin.

"Mommy you're warm!" Athena, your six year-old giggled as she grabbed your warm, sweaty hands. Even your daughter noticed the nervousness that crept up on you when it came to Dylan, even if it was just the topic of him. Truth was, you had been shamelessly crushing on your son's baseball coach ever since he joined the team a couple of months ago. 

Get it together, you should not be crushing on your son's baseball coach.

"I know baby, it's just hot out here." You tried to brush it off, but the knowing smirk on Liz's face wasn't exactly helping. "Thena, why don't you go get Roman and Ezra? They're over there." You pointed to the field where Roman and Ezra were talking —or more like just Ezra was, to the other kids on the team. She quickly nodded and bolted off the bleachers, somehow not tripping over the steps as she went down. You sighed heavily the moment the young girl was far enough and slightly turned your head in Liz's direction.

"You should totally ask him out." She said out of nowhere with a shrug and a smirk on her face. Your eyes widened for the hundredth time, and you instantly shook your head frantically, the idea alone giving you a headache.

"Ask Dylan out? No way. I.. No.. That's just.. No." Your cheeks slightly heat up at the preposition. But you quickly turned it down with a vigorous shake of your head, not even giving the idea a minute to sink into your brain. "No, he's Roman's coach. It's just wrong."

"Why? I mean, you're single, and as far as I know, he's very single. Soo," she dragged the 'o' as she wiggled her eyebrows and she nudged your shoulder, pushing you over a little in a high school girl manner, "Why not get ready to mingle with the hot coach?"

"First of all, I'm technically not single, not yet." You groaned with an eyeroll. As much as you and your husband —or ex-husband or whatever were no longer living together, the divorce process had been unnecessarily long and dreadful. So as much as you wanted to be legally single, you were still married to that piece of shit. 

"And second of all, if I were to date someone, which is a big if, I can't date Roman's coach out of all people. He already has enough as it is. It'll just confuse him and probably upset him more." You sighed heavily as you looked over to the side of the field, where all the boys were having a conversation about elementary boys' things. And there you saw your son, trying, and ultimately failing at joining said conversations. And with little Athena tugging at his side, all he got from the other kids was laughing and rejection.

Seeing your son's sad and hurt expression when the other boys laughed at him or even told him to go away broke your heart. You wanted him to be happy again. You wanted him to be the energetic and loving kid he was before your waste of a husband left. Ever since Ryan —your waste of a husband left, Roman hasn't been the same. 

For the past six or so months, he has been distant and seemingly unhappy. All he ever did was lock himself up in his room and play video games. He barely ever interacted with you and Athena anymore. He barely interacted with anyone, period. Once Ryan left, it was up to you to support your kids financially. Of course, their father still paid child support, but he sure as hell didn't pay your bills or everything you needed to spend on your children. Which meant you had to take him out of the fancy school he went to in order to still pay the monthly expenses of your home. And he just didn't quite fit in at school, especially now. 

So, you hoped that him joining the baseball team would change that, that it would help him open up again and that it would help him make new friends. But so far, it's worked just the opposite.

"So, I'm making dinner tonight. Do you want to come over with the kids and get drunk? Luke will watch over the kids." Liz spoke, interrupting your train of thought.

"That sounds a-mazing," you spoke in a song-like tune, a sigh of contentment leaving your lips. "But I can't. I told Roman I'd take him to that Italian place he likes."

"Tomorrow then. I'll have that Chardonnay you love so much waiting for you." She winked at you as you both stood up, ready to greet your children.

"Thank God for your alcohol stash." You joked, flinging your arms up in praise. 

You both laughed and smiled in your children's direction, but your smile dropped as your kids and Ezra approached you. Ezra was holding Athena's hand, while Roman walked behind them, with a certain heaviness on his step and an annoyed look on his face. And Athena had a small pout on her face.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Rome doesn't want to hold my hand!" Athena whined with a pout of her lower lip. She released Ezra's hand and exchanged it for your own. Ezra going to his own mom. While Roman simply stood there, with a hand stuffed into his pockets and the other messing with the strap of his bag, his gaze stuck on the ground.

"Roman, baby," you sighed softly, not wanting to give the poor kid a hard time. You understood he didn't exactly fit in, no matter how much he wanted to, and that upset him. You didn't want to add up to that. "Your sister just wanted you to hold her hand."

"She was embarrassing me.. I'm already the kid without a dad, I don't need to be the kid with an annoying  baby sister." He muttered, his gaze not once leaving the ground.

 His words were harsh, but lacked emotion. And it broke your heart. But as much as you wanted to tell him that it wasn't true, that he did have a dad, you'd be lying if you did. Ryan was already absent in your children's lives before the split, but at the same time he was there, and Roman felt as if he was. But now, his father really wasn't there, at all. And there was nothing you could do about it.

You sighed softly, gesturing your free hand out for him, "Roman, come here," a heavy sigh left the young boy's lips as he took a few steps closer, standing in front of you with his head hanging low and his eyes stuck to the ground. You used your hand to hold the side of his face, his eyes meeting with your own. "Baby, Thena just wanted to show you that she loves you. She didn't mean to embarrass you, right Thena?" You turned your attention to the small girl that hid behind your arm, her eyes glistening with tears.

The small girl sniffled and shook her head, "No.. I'm sorry Rome.. I won't do it ever again, I-I promise."

You exchanged looks between your children, your eyes finally landing on Roman as you waited for a response. You raised an eyebrow at him, your eyes speaking a silent 'and' to the boy. He eventually signed, almost too heavily, and nodded. 

"It's okay, I guess.. I don't really mind all that much." He half smiled, shrugging slightly.

Athena's expression quickly lightened, the small girl detached herself from your hand and hugged her older brother. And as much as he hated to admit it, he didn't mind the affection. He returned the hug and smiled, for a moment at least.

After a second or two, Roman slightly pushed Athena off him, signaling that that had been enough affection for a day. You breathed out softly, turning to look at Liz, who gave you a sympathetic smile in response. 

"Well my loves, off we go. Say goodbye to Auntie Liz and Ezra." Both your children did as you said. Athena hugging both of them, and Roman simply waving at them. Good enough.

And at last, you gave Liz a quick but tight hug, "I'll call you tomorrow." You said shortly before you grabbed a hold of your daughter's hand and your son's bag, and eventually parted ways.

Today was gonna be a long day.

《Here's an edited version of part 1. As always I hope y'all enjoyed it. I'm trying to get back into writing after a long year, hopefully this will help me get back on track. Let me know your thoughts. And let me know if you'd like to be added to my dylan/coach taglist which I do have》