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mariacallous · 2 years

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Foreign Policy Situation Report: Putin’s tough neighborhood

By Robbie Gramer and Jack Detsch

Welcome back to Foreign Policy’s SitRep! If you’re having a bad work week, hopefully you can channel some of the “good luck” that Muhoozi Kainerugaba has had: The commander of Uganda’s land forces was sacked by the president (his dad, by pure coincidence surely) after tweeting a threat to invade Kenya. But it’s not all bad for the young ’un. His dad, Yoweri Museveni, then turned around and promoted him to the rank of general. One step back, two steps forward, everybody.

Alright, here’s what’s on tap for the day: Russia’s botched invasion of Ukraine is unnerving Central Asia, North Korea is launching even more missiles, and Putin is set to turn 70, just in time for the Nobel Peace Prize announcement. (Don’t count on him taking home the bacon, though.)

So it turns out launching a full-fledged invasion of a country next door on wholly false pretenses, completely botching the invasion, and then barely lifting a finger to resolve two other deadly military flare-ups nearby doesn’t really do much for your neighborhood reputation.

Russian President Vladimir Putin is learning this lesson the hard way in Central Asia. Even as the Kremlin tries to counter the West’s efforts to diplomatically isolate it on the global stage, it seems to be losing ground in the one region it should be able to count on most.

Despite their significant economic and political ties with Russia, none of the five Central Asian countries—Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, and Uzbekistan—sided with Russia on a pair of landmark U.N. resolutions condemning the invasion of Ukraine back in March and April, an early bellwether of how unnerved the region was over Russia’s decision to go to war in another post-Soviet country.

The old sheriff in town. “In the long term, Russia’s gamble in Ukraine could also have planted the seeds of a rapid decline of its influence over Eurasia,” Janko Scepanovic, an academic and expert on the region, wrote in a recent piece for the Diplomat. “The Russian army’s poor performance in Ukraine and the recent successes of Ukrainian forces in reclaiming lost lands cast doubts on its prowess as a powerful military power or as a sheriff of Eurasia.”

There are other signs that Central Asian countries aren’t so keen on staying in Russia’s orbit in the way they used to, some more cautious and subtle than others. Kazakhstan has steadfastly refused to recognize the breakaway regions of Ukraine run by pro-Russia puppet governments. This week, the Kazakh government sparked another diplomatic row with Moscow by refusing to kick out Ukraine’s ambassador, a move that enraged Russian diplomats.

Elsewhere, Uzbek President Shavkat Mirziyoyev sharply denounced Soviet-era repression of his country in late August, at a time when Moscow is trying to whitewash Russia’s Stalinist past. (He’s also apparently working to strengthen ties with China at the same time.)

Let’s get petty. As always when it comes to the snooty and buttoned-up world of international diplomacy, you also have to pay attention to the petty, passive-aggressive stuff to draw out the pattern. Take last month’s Shanghai Cooperation Organisation (SCO) meeting in Samarkand, Uzbekistan.

At the big SCO confab of Eurasian leaders, Mirziyoyev made a point to personally greet Chinese President Xi Jinping on his arrival while sending only his second in command to greet Putin. Then, Putin—notorious for making his own VIP guests wait hours to meet him in a vintage Kremlin power move—was himself left waiting for meetings with the leaders of Turkey and Kyrgyzstan. Ouch.

“There is growing friction between the Kremlin, its proxies and local Central Asian elites,” Paul Stronski, an expert on the region, told the Moscow Times after the SCO conference.

Showing up is half the battle. Three other factors are undermining Russia’s role as the regional security power. First, in two recent and separate deadly military confrontations—violence between Armenia and Azerbaijan and border clashes between Kyrgyzstan and Tajikistan—Russia was nowhere to be seen.

It has in the past used the Collective Security Treaty Organization, an ersatz, wannabe NATO-type organization that Russia nominally leads, to help quell these conflicts and broker disputes. Not so this time around. Moscow is too consumed with the quagmire in Ukraine to focus on its role as the region’s neighborhood watch.

It’s the economy, stupid. Second, all Central Asian countries are heavily reliant on Russia to keep their anemic economies afloat, through trade, seasonal labor, and remittances. Russia’s decision to invade Ukraine led, unsurprisingly, to sweeping Western and international sanctions and export bans that have squeezed the Russian economy and by extension Central Asian economies. So far, the Central Asian economies have demonstrated some surprising resilience, but they still face inflation and surging energy and food prices, and they have the Kremlin to thank for it.

China is clearly the region’s economic powerhouse, thanks in no small part to its ambitious Belt and Road projects there, while Russia, with a GDP roughly around the size of Spain’s that is now sanctioned to the hilt, doesn’t seem quite as attractive an economic partner as it did before the war.

Finally, there’s Putin’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad conscription campaign. Russia’s efforts to mobilize at least 300,000 conscripts to stem the losses in Ukraine has, tragically and unsurprisingly, turned into a campaign to round up Russia’s ethnic minorities—including Central Asian migrants—and rush them to the Ukrainian front lines as little more than cannon fodder. (There are painful historical parallels here to the gruesome and oft-forgotten “Urkun” tragedy in World War I, when tsarist troops massacred up to 270,000 Central Asians who revolted when they were being rounded up to fight for the Russian Empire in 1916.)

The conscription campaign has also led to a mass exodus of Russian men, including tens of thousands to Georgia, Armenia, and Central Asian countries that are now under a new form of economic and political strain from the massive migration influx.

Central Asia’s economic ties to Moscow won’t dissipate overnight, and the region’s leaders are trying to carefully stay on the fence during the conflict, even as they send signals they aren’t too pleased about it, but it’s clear Moscow’s status as the star player in Central Asia is beginning to evaporate.

Let’s Get Personnel

Michael Schiffer has been sworn in at the U.S. Agency for International Development as the assistant administrator for Asia. Schiffer was previously a longtime Capitol Hill staffer and U.S. Defense Department official.

Kelly Fletcher has been named as the U.S. State Department’s new chief information officer.

U.S. President Joe Biden has tapped Surgeon General Vivek Murthy to serve as the U.S. representative on the executive board of the World Health Organization. Murthy will continue to serve in his old role.

The Council on Foreign Relations has added three new fellows to its research programs on Europe, human rights, and terrorism, respectively: Liana Fix, José Miguel Vivanco, and Jacob Ware.

On the Button

What should be high on your radar, if it isn’t already.

North Korea launches more missiles. North Korea launched another salvo of short-range missiles Thursday, just after the United States deployed a carrier strike group to the region amid renewed tensions. The latest firing of two missiles, marking North Korea’s sixth round of weapons tests in just two weeks, comes after another missile test overflew Japan earlier this week, prompting the Pentagon to move U.S. military assets into the region.

Drone war. The Russian military used self-destructing Iranian drones to attack a town in the Kyiv suburbs Wednesday night, a growing menace to Ukrainian forces that has led them to call for increased weapons deliveries. The Republican minority on the House Armed Services Committee used the news to call for the Biden administration to send the long-range U.S. Army Tactical Missile System to Kyiv, which the United States has held off on doing for fear of escalating the conflict beyond Ukraine.

OPEC cuts. OPEC and non-OPEC partners moved to cut deeply into oil production on Wednesday, Robbie and FP’s Anusha Rathi and Christina Lu reported, a move that could hamper the Biden administration’s efforts to keep prices down amid Russia’s ongoing invasion of Ukraine.

The cuts will amount to 2 million barrels per day, according to an agreement struck in Vienna, though with many OPEC members already producing at levels under quotas, the cuts are likely to take fewer barrels off the market. Despite the Biden administration’s demands to keep production moving, cartel members said the looming possibility of a global recession was pushing them to make cuts.

Put on Your Radar

Friday, Oct. 7: The winner of the Nobel Peace Prize is announced. In a strange coincidence, Friday is also Russian President Vladimir Putin’s 70th birthday.

Sunday, Oct. 9: Austria holds a presidential election, and the Chinese Communist Party’s Central Committee convenes its plenary meetings.

Quote of the Week

“Fuck off is my very diplomatic reply to you @elonmusk.”

—Ukrainian Ambassador to Germany Andrij Melnyk has harsh words for Tesla founder Elon Musk after the billionaire floated Moscow-friendly peace terms for Ukraine to end Russia’s full-scale invasion in a Twitter poll.

FP’s Most Read This Week

• Russia’s Stripped Its Western Borders to Feed the Fight in Ukraine by Robbie Gramer and Jack Detsch

• Putin’s World Is Now Smaller Than Ever by Angela Stent

• Russia’s Army Keeps Collapsing After Falling Back in Kherson by Jack Detsch

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Sham referendum. If the Kremlin thought there wouldn’t be a response to Russia’s trumped-up annexation vote in four Ukrainian territories last month, it was mistaken. An online petition calling for the Czech Republic to annex the Russian exclave of Kaliningrad has more than 17,000 signatures.

Make a wish. If you’re like most of us, you celebrate your birthday by blowing out candles on a cake. But apparently that wasn’t enough for pro-Kremlin Chechen leader Ramzan Kadyrov, who used his cake day to give himself an award for being the Russian under the most Western sanctions. What Kadyrov probably didn’t mention in his festivities was that the sanctions were for his role in suspected extrajudicial killings, war crimes, and torture.

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starstared · 7 months

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justfanficccc · 3 years

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Blessed are the Meek

Father Paul x Reader

WARNING: nsfw smut/n0n consensual bl00d drinking?/blasphemy/Funeral shit

VIIII

Communion

“on the night he was betrayed, he took the bread, gave it to his disciples and said, ‘Take this, it is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me.’"

You never did ask him about Leeza, you didn’t want to bother him with your doubt. While you sat next to him in the dark you realized you didn’t care. Not really anyways. Leeza could walk, and that was a miracle in itself. Paul would never use it as leverage to gain something, Bev maybe. But not Paul. And if he believed it was God then so be it. You decided it was a happy coincidence and will leave it at that. You were able to have him agree to the Funeral Mass and eulogy the last Sunday you had seen him, but you were worried since the night you spent watching over him was the last you had heard from him. Since he had been in such bad shape drifting in and out of consciousness you wondered if he remembered what you had asked of him. He would wake up in a cold sweat grasping for something to cling to and you had been there to caress his hair and let him fall asleep in your arms. You finally left his side on Monday morning, he had woken up and seemed a bit better, not needing you to hold up his weight like the night before. He still looked awful and before you left that morning he had promised you he would go see a doctor. You knew he was lying, his brows turned up slightly as he spoke to you. “I will call Dr. Gunning today, I promise.” He said as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. His words sounded like sweet honey even when he wasn’t being honest.

Saturday morning you wake to find Anne lying next to you in your bed, the nostalgia of it almost hurts. It reminds you of when you were both small and she would sneak into your room at night. She has always been easy to scare. Even if she was your older sister you felt she needed to be protected. She'd always been shorter than you with the anxiety of a small chihuahua. Without protest, you had always invited her in and held her close to you. You may not always get along but nothing would ever come between the two of you, nothing would ever keep you from having her back.

You roll out of bed quietly, trying not to wake her. Moments like this are few and far between, silence between the two of you that isn't caused by an argument is rare. You watch her as she snores loudly, chuckling quietly to yourself. You don't want her to wake up, knowing how upset she will be that she's another day closer to burying your father.

Leaving the house today you don't know where you’re going, but you feel you need to get out of the stuffy old house. The air is cold as it hits your nose and travels to your lungs. Maybe you can go check on Paul? No, he is fine. Bev is probably taking much better care of him than you could. She’s been up his ass since he arrived here so you’re sure she is very excited to tend to the sick man.

Maybe you can go to the convince store and try to spark up another conversation with the handsome Sheriff? You cringe to yourself as the realization hits you. You are just trying to stop thinking of Paul again. Same as what you did with Riley.

You keep walking until the morning air turns warmer, you’ve reached the outskirts of town, the beach is rocky and uneven here. You reach out into the crashing waves. They hit the sharp rocks beneath your feet, the water is cool and foamy. It smells like fish and salt. “God I wish you could be here with me dad, you would have loved this view.” You speak softly as the water comes and goes through your fingers. You feel the familiar stinging in your eyes but aren’t sure if it's tears or the saltwater-filled air.

“Hey! I’ve been calling for like a week, where have you been?” A harsh voice calls to you loudly over the crashing waves.

You stand up slowly and wipe the salt water-drenched hands onto your jeans. Taking a deep breath you stand up slowly watching your balance on the rocks. You turn around to find Riley standing behind you, hands in his pockets. A worried and angry look cast across his face.

“I’m sorry…I’ve been busy with the whole funeral thing and…” You’re almost yelling now so he can hear you over the loud ocean.

He puts a hand out signaling you to stop.

“You don’t have to bullshit me.” His eyes closed as he speaks.

“Riley I-I had a great night the other night but I-“ you’re trying to be as fragile as you can as you speak, walking towards him carefully stepping over the protruding stones.

“But what? It was a mistake? An accident?” He cocks his head as he questions you, still yelling though you are only a few feet away.

“You know, I’ve heard it all before.” His brows are pointed downwards as he frowns.

“But I didn’t think id hear it from you.” He shakes his head and closes his eyes.

You sigh and cross your arms around yourself contemplating your next words carefully. You don’t want to upset him, he's a friend. Maybe the only friend you have here other than Paul. Do you want to mess that up?

“Riley I wasn’t going to say anything like that.” You lie, you were going to tell him that it was a mistake. That you just went along with it because you were lonely.

“I just, I wanted to take it slower than that.” You can’t believe you’re doing this, it's wrong, you shouldn’t be leading him on. But you don’t want to lose him, don’t want to lose the only sane friend you’ve found here.

He looks up at you through his eyelashes in confusion and embarrassment, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry, I just thought since you weren’t answering you-“

You walk closer to him, grabbing his free hand.

“Riley, you are the only person on this goddamn island I can stand, ok?” This is partially the truth. You know you will only be here for maybe another month or two max, and will probably never see him again after that. Yes it is horrible and yes you will probably break his heart but you can’t right now, you need him.

“Well, I’m glad I was wrong then.”

You two walk the island for most of the afternoon. You enjoy his company, the conversations you two share. He holds your hand while you stroll down the damp path towards your home. You can feel your stomach flip as you approach the small town, the church looming in the distance. You pray that when you walk past the rectory Paul won't be watching you out of his window. Finally reaching home you give Riley a chaste kiss on the cheek, you can see him blush as you pull away and smile sweetly at him. Wishing you could feel the same for him as he does you.

Anne sits at the dining room table clutching the small black box in her hands, she hasn’t changed from her pajamas and barely notices as you walk in the door.

“Oh, Annie.” You pull your jacket off and quickly cross the room with arms already outstretched. She doesn’t look up to you, just sobs quietly into the crook of your neck.

“I-I just can’t believe he's going to be gone.” She says quickly as she takes another deep breath and lets out a low howl into you now crying harder.

“I know Anne, I know.” You press your cheek into the top of her head, shushing her gently as you pull her closer to you. She cries for what seems like an hour, her cries are loud enough you know the neighbors can hear. You don’t care, if they have a problem with it they can take it up with you.

“Father Paul called.” She says catching her breath still mumbling into your shirt.

“What did he say?” You pet her head as you ask trying to hide your interest.

“He need-needed to ch-change the time fo-for mass tomorrow.” She says crying in between breaths. Your eyes squeeze into a glare and your brows furrow.

“What? To when?”

“Seven p.m.” she blurts out as she wipes her tears on your shoulder.

“Ok, that’s ok right?” She nods her head slowly. You wonder what could be so important that he had to move the time for the funeral. There’s no one else he has to bury, you grow increasingly more irritated as you sit at the table comforting your sister. You two sit like this for the rest of the night, and when you decide to go to bed you insist she sleeps in your bed tonight. You say it's for her but know you need her just as much as she needs you right now.

The daylight fades from the sky fast, it's Sunday. You wish you could just leave, ignore your responsibilities and take the ferry back to the mainland. You let Anne borrow your long black dress and you both laugh at the fact that she is borrowing clothes from you to wear to church. You choose a shorter black dress. Form-fitting with a turtleneck, pairing the dress with a pair of black tights and some black high tops. You catch Anne glaring at your shoes but she quickly brushes it off, too mentally exhausted to argue with you tonight. You two walk slowly to the church, Anne carrying the small black box.

“You know, I appreciate you doing all of this for me.” She sniffles as she speaks.

“It’s nothing, really.” You place a supportive hand on her back. She looks up at you with tears resting in her eyes.

“Let’s get this over with” you grumble as you approach the small white building.

The pews fill quickly, the entire town seems to be here tonight. Sad eyes rest on the partitioner's faces as they greet you both at the door. Some offer hugs or solemn words. You thank them the best you can while watching your sister the whole time. Making sure she is still ok, she’s barely spoken since you’ve arrived at the church, her gaze barely leaving the ground. Finally, the clock hits 7 and you rejoice as you can both take your seats at the very front of the church. The small black box containing whatever’s left of your father sits on the alter, most of the time there would be a whole casket ordained with a huge bouquet and religious symbols. But this was just a box, dust.

You hear him before you see him as the church fills with music the piano singing your dad’s favorite song.

“Ave, Maria, grátia plena

Maria grátia plena

Ave, ave Dóminus

Dóminus tecum”

You hear him singing as he passes next to you. He kneels next to the small box, holding himself there as he watches the crucifix above him and mumbles a small prayer. He looks at you quickly, an odd look. As his eyes catch yours you can see the reflection of a candle burning in them. They flicker back to the pulpit. He looks much better, seems a lot healthier. He walks slowly to the left of the altar, he seems to float while wearing the chasuble his feet hidden. In moments like these, you don’t see him as a human, he holds so much holiness as he speaks. His whole body emanating the power of the lord. You shake your head quickly trying to get him out of your head. Mass goes smoothly, his eyes still catching light every time they land on you. You swear he looks better than you remember but just assume it's because you’ve missed him so much. As church ends you breathe a sigh of relief. “It’s almost over,” you think to yourself. The final hymn plays and you watch the congregation file out of the building. You pull yourself up from the pew and hold a hand out to help your sister up, she takes it and gets herself up slowly. She walks to the altar, kneels, and signs the cross. You stand there watching her, wishing you could find the kind of comfort she has in God. When she finishes she gently picks up the box and turns to you.

“Come on, almost done.” Your mouth turns up on one end in a small grin.

She grabs your hand as you walk towards the exit. She’s upset, visibly so. Her steps turn to stomps as you leave.

In the dark, it's hard to see what is happening. The only light is from the windows of the church and the moon. Father Paul stands to your left. His arms and hands reach out as he prays, one hand is holding a rosary the other holding his bible. Your sister stands to your right, crying quietly and holding onto your dad’s ashes for dear life. You press your hand into your sister’s as Paul prays over the small hole. Before finishing the rosary he reaches out his hand and wraps it around yours, he feels warm. No, he feels hot, is he still sick? The rosary presses into you as he tightens his grip.

“Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.”

“Amen.” You hear yourself say it before you can think about it. Father Paul squeezes your hand again as you say it.

Your sister doesn’t budge, you can feel her apprehension.

“Anne it's time.” Father Paul says quietly after waiting in silence for a few minutes.

You both shoot him an angry look as to say “she can take as much goddamn time as she needs.” His forehead wrinkles and he nods his head quickly and apologetically.

“Anne if it's too hard for you I-“

“No, I can do it.” She spits out under her breath.

Father Paul watches her closely, his eyes large and worried-looking as always.

“I love you daddy” she whispers as she gives the box a small kiss. She kneels and presses her head into the black container.

She finally places it into the hole slowly, so carefully like it is made of glass. You press your hand onto her back and she breaths sharply.

“Anne, it's gonna be ok.” You say quietly as she cries into the hole. She picks herself up quickly, brushing off the dirt on her knees.

“Is that it?” She’s pissed off now. Not sad. She wants this to be over. You can see that the sadness of grief has been replaced by exhaustion and anger.

“Yes, we can finish up if you-“ Father Paul is cut off by Anne spinning around and stomping away.

“I guess dramatic exits run in the family.” You whisper to him trying to break the awkwardness of the moment.

“Sturge can fill the hole,” Paul says quietly, rubbing his fingers across the leather on the worn book.

“She will be ok, she just needs time.” You assure him.

“Can we talk?” You blurt it out as soon as your sister is far enough away not to hear you.

“Of course.” He hasn’t looked at you since mass, he keeps his eyes away from you as you walk slowly towards the rectory.

“What did Dr. Gunning say? Anything serious?” You sit on the small sofa in his living room. Your hands resting on your knees that are pulled tightly together. The dress you chose doesn’t allow any wiggle room so you try your best to be as ladylike as possible. Even after the strange night you had shared you still feel you have to be modest around him. He comes to your side, handing you a small cup of tea on a saucer plate. He sits next to you but keeps his distance, at the complete opposite end of the couch.

“I’m fine, just a flu bug is all.” He sips his tea, it's noticeably darker than yours with a red hue to it, almost like communion wine. His eyes flicker again as he looks at you, it's so strange. They almost look like cat’s eyes when you shine a light at them in a dark room, reflective and bright. You don’t remember them ever being so dark.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.”

He nods at you while you sip your drink. This is awkward, it's not like the other night. You are 100% sober and clear-headed and it makes it hard for you to feel comfortable. Paul watches you in the quiet, his eyes moving from your hand clasping the cup to your neck, keeping a close eye as you swallow. He seems on edge, cold and distant.

“Are we going to talk about it or-“ he chokes on his drink, cutting you off.

“I'm sorry, I just…I'm confused and you didn’t call. I guess it's a bit different than a normal one-night stand.” Your eyes grow large as you speak the feeling of nervousness bubbles in your stomach and chest. Fuck why did you bring it up?

He moves closer to you, scooting ever so slightly as he places his cup on the floor next to him. His face meeting yours now only a foot away, he takes his hand off of his knee and barely rests it on top of your thigh, his body now turned to face you.

Fuck fuck fuck I can’t do this sober. You think to yourself.

“I would like to, um, confide something in you” his long fingers grip your leg slowly, his eyes grazing your neck then trail up to your jaw and lips. You can feel yourself swallow hard as he scans you diligently.

“I have been given something.” His hand travels up to the top of your thigh now on the hem of your dress. He keeps his dark eyes on your mouth as his fingers loop under your dress to tease the knitted material.

“God has given me something.” His eyes close as he breathes heavily, uneven and deep.

“It’s like I can feel him…moving inside of me.” You barely listen to his words as he plays with the fabric between his fingers. His fingertips brush the soft part of your inner thigh.

“Paul, I-“

He reaches his free hand up to your collar bone, wrapping it around the side of your neck. He leans in so slowly, he is taking his time, contemplating his next move.

His nose brushes against your jugular, his hair tickling your cheek. You can’t breathe, not because his hand is around you but because if you exhale you know you’ll let out a pathetic sound.

“I can save you, I can give you this gift.” He breaths into you. His words are so soft you can barely hear him. Laying a sweet kiss onto the side of your throat.

“Please” you whimper out now letting yourself breathe. After hearing the word his hand frantically pulls up your dress and practically rips the tights as he pulls them down. He doesn’t leave your side, his face still pressed into your neck.

He pulls your lace panties to the side quickly and presses only the tip of his finger between your folds.

He moans softly as he feels you.

“You feel heavenly, sweet girl.” You let out a louder cry as he kisses your jaw. His eyes closed as he works his fingers slowly.

“I want to enter into communion with you.” He whispers into your ear, your eyes now squeezed shut as you grip the couch beneath you. You have no idea what he’s saying, your mind is shut off. Any words that come out of his mouth at this point are erotic. You want to reach for him, feel his warmth in your hand. You know he wants you as well, his length is practically begging to be set free under his tight black dress slacks. You can all but see the head of his cock pulsing underneath.

He kisses your neck again softly and guides himself down to his knees in front of you, his hands wrap around the bunched-up fabric of your pantyhose and he pulls them down. He doesn’t completely remove them as one ankle is still tangled up in the nylon black fabric. He watches your face as he uses his fingers to guide your legs open. His eyes are black, absorbing the light from the kitchen. He looks like an animal, a predator, and god you want him to ravage you whole.

He bows his head pressing his lips to your inner thigh, his eyes still locked on yours.

He mumbles something into your thigh, his hot air on your skin. He’s praying into you. The feeling of guilt and pleasure build up in you, all he would have to do is brush your clit once and you’d finish. His hands explore your thighs and hips, grabbing at them like they may disappear if he doesn’t hold tight enough. His head finally nuzzles in between your legs and you feel him let out a moan as he presses his mouth and nose into you. He lifts his head to see you watching him, a grin spreading across his face. He seems to enjoy feeling you squirm under him. At first, he just dips his tongue into you, savoring it like it's his last meal.

“Better than wine.” He hums and before you can respond he's lapping at your swollen parts. You grab tightly on his hair, wrapping the jet-black locks in between your fingers. You pull tightly as he sucks on you, the pleasure is too much to bear. He doesn’t stop though. If anything it has just amplified the thirst he has. His fingers shock you as they enter, they curve up and press into your velvet insides. His face is moist and hot with your wetness. You can feel it burning inside of you, the familiar pressure cascading down your stomach into your core. He doesn’t stop even when your legs buckle around him, he wants this to last. Even after you finish he stays between your legs, gently licking and kissing your most delicate parts and admiring his messy work. His fingers trail down your leg, fingertips petting your inner thigh. He stops on a spot right below your groin, his eyes now so reflective you can see yourself in them. He presses his free hand under your knee and raises your leg to his mouth. He looks feral, hungry. You assume he’s going to try for another so you lay back on the couch and push yourself towards him, humming as his teeth nibble at your soft skin.

“This is the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world. Happy are those who are called to his supper.”

You grin, the thought of him thinking of you as holy as communion. Before you have a chance to reply you feel a sharp bright pain coming from your thigh. It burns so deep you swear he has broken skin. But no, not him. He’d never hurt you. You squeeze your thighs together trying to push him away. He doesn’t budge, his mouth hooked onto your leg.

“No, it hurts.” You mumble and reach for his head to try to push him away.

The pain becomes too much and you cry out, your eyes snap open and you look down mortified watching as Paul tears into your flesh with his teeth.

“Paul! Please, it hurts!” You scream in agony, trying to break yourself away from him clawing at his arm. His head lifts up to you, his eyes glossed over and fuzzy. His hands grip the sides of your body holding you in place. His face is covered in your blood.

He must’ve hit an artery, you feel yourself grow weak as the sticky red liquid pours onto the floor.

“Shhh- Little lamb, I am giving you a gift.” He presses his face back into the wound, completely ignoring your screams. The light in the room starts to fade, your vision foggy and warped. He feeds on your blood for mere minutes before you feel yourself growing cold, your body drained. Your vision is gone, only small pinpricks of light flash inside of your eyelids. You can barely feel him get up and hover over you, his knees pressing into the couch on either side of you.

“Drink from it, all of you. This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins” you hear him whisper to you, his voice sounds shaky and uneven.

“Drink, drink, drink.” You hear as the hot iron-tasting liquid fills your mouth.

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“You sure you saw something flying out here?” You asked Liam. The night before he had been patrolling through the woods. Something had attacked Satomi’s and now they were living with Derek, temporarily.

Tha same night Liam had sworn he’d seen something giant, human shaped, flying through the sky. No one believed him until they found out what happened to Satomi and her pack. “Yes! It was over near the Nemeton.” Liam insisted.

“Well, maybe it was just something weird flying over? You know how the Telluric Current affects supernatural creatures this time of year.” You offered as an explanation.

“I’m telling you that it was…” He trailed off when he heard something. In fact you both heard it at the same time which was odd. He should have been able to hear the voices long before you had.

“We’re supposed to meet with Malia and Kira down the road. They’ll know if we’re not there in time and come looking for us. We should check it out.” Liam said firmly. You nodded, gripping the straps of your back pack and wishing you had brought the baseball bat Stiles had offered. All you had was a few jars of mountain ash and a few other ingredients Deaton was teaching you to use.

The two of you carefully trekked towards the noise. As the two of you got closer you could see the flicker of fire, several motorbikes glistened as the fire flickered. You could see two young me with boots on and from what you could make out between the tree branches, leather jackets and dark clothes. A woman was with them, she looked like the sort of person that fell out of a story book.

“Do you think they’re human?” You whispered to Liam as the two of you crouched down.

“No idea. Who do you think they are?” Liam asked.

“Well the blond one is David and the girl is Star. That other dude is Dwayne.” A blond man whispered to the two of you as he crouched beside you, joining in on the spying. Neither of you had noticed him sneak up, nor the tall blond one who was leaning on the tree behind him. You and Liam screamed, the short blond one hopped up and screamed. Then everyone hurried over.

“Marko, Paul?” David asked as he hurried through the woods.

“We’re fine. Just making some friends.” Marko answered.

“Yeah, some friends.” Paul added, he was staring at Liam in a way that made you both uncomfortable. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to intrude we were just… passing by.” You said quickly. Liam nodded. He was glaring at Paul and didn’t seem to want to take his eyes off him. “We should get going.” You said as you tugged at Liam’s sleeve and pulled him away.

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“You’re sure that the last people you saw (Y/N) with was that David guy?” Stiles asked Liam.

“For the last time! Yes. I saw her going with him and Star down into the woods.

“Why didn’t you say anything at the time?” Scott asked quickly.

“Because I didn’t know she was going to go missing!” Liam snapped. He was getting sick of people doubting him.

You’d been missing for four days. In those four days, David’s biker crew that had become a constant fixture over the last few months, had also vanished. The Sheriff had gotten so desperate he even asked Peter and Derek to help him. When they came up with nothing, they asked Chris Argent who had rushed back into town. When Liam had mentioned that the bikers had no scent, Deaton had divulged the information that he was once carrying out a request for Talia Hale in Santa Carla and came across some scentless creatures that seemed to match vampiric lore.

“So (Y/N) either ran away or was kidnapped by maybe vampires?” Malia summed up for everyone.

“We’ll find her! I mean, she always has some sort of druid magic stuff on her. Maybe she saved herself and is just waiting for a bit of help?” Scott said hopefully.

“Wait. We can’t track the… maybe vampires. What if we try tracking (Y/N)?” Liam suggested.

“We tried that. Her scent went into the woods and we lost it.” Scott answered quickly.

“No, Peter and Derek said that the scent went up the trees and a little way off the usual scent track from where we patrol. If (Y/N) or Lydia get lost in the woods then they follow the patrol path we made. So it makes sense that she would have gone there.” Liam explained quickly.

“You think you could… climb through the trees?” Stiles asked Scott who shrugged.

“I don’t see why we couldn’t. If we have more of us tracking a faint scent then we should be able to give your dad and Argent a path to follow.” Scott summed up.

The group headed to the station with the plan. Even Derek and Peter agreed. Satomi was willing to split her pack, some helping look for you and others staying around the hospital, Lydia and Deaton were asked to stay with them, in case the vampires struck again.

“Remember, we all meet back at the hospital.” Scott said as everyone started heading out. Liam was trying to focus on the fact that he was going to find you and he was sure of it. Not on the fact that Lydia, Deaton and Melissa had prepared a room for you.

Liam managed to lead the way as the wolves throughout the woods guided everyone in and out of your scent track. Scott followed close behind Liam while Argent rode on a quad bike behind him. Liam stopped abruptly and everyone in the group stopped. “We’re stopping.” Argent said to Stiles through a walkie-talkie strapped to his shoulder.

“Liam?” Scott asked as Liam stayed perfectly still. Suddenly Liam was running. It took a few moments but Scott caught a waft of your scent too. It was maybe three days old but it was stronger than anything that had been in the woods.

Stiles had to slam on the breaks when a herd of werewolves burst out of the woods, following Liam. “What’s going on!” Stiles yelled as Malia and Derek clambered in the back of the Jeep. “Liam found her.” Derek said and Stiles hurriedly sped down the road Liam was hurtling down. He scurried into a run down building and vanished. Everyone else had stopped. “Liam!” Scott was hissing as Argent motioned for Stiles to cut his engine as he climbed off the quad.

“He just rushed in!” Scott said to Argent.

“Derek, Stiles. Hold the fort out here. Scott and I will go inside. Stiles will get the signal if we need help inside.” Chris said sternly. Stiles nodded. He hated wearing the hunter’s armor that Chris had given him. It made him think of Allison and the last person he wanted to think about right now was losing someone.

Scott headed inside with Chris close behind him. Scott heard a gun clicking as someone shuffled up ahead. “Are you ready?” Chris asked. Scot swallowed and didn't answer as they made it to the next room.

“Liam?” Scott said quickly.

“Don’t come any closer!” Liam said quickly. He had thrown his jacket over something on the floor and for a moment Scott’s heart plummeted. “The light in her is hurting her. They left her in the woods.”

“What do you mean?” He asked Liam. Chris took a step closer as Liam lifted you up and his jacket fell down.

“Is that blood?” Scott asked slowly.

“They must have turned her.” Chris muttered bitterly.

“She hasn’t drunk anything yet. It’s hurting her but she hasn’t!” Liam insisted as he clutched you tightly, as if he was scared Chris or Scott would take you again.

“Is that good?” Scott asked.

According to Deaton, yes. But I;m going to have to do a lot of research. I wanted to have Isaac back here by now, but he’ll have to keep researching on his own. This problem isn’t over.”

“Why?” Liam asked and Chris sighed.

“Because we’re dealing with a group of vampires trying to find a new nest. One of ours is already going through the change and although there is a rumor of a cure for vampires. These are the first ones that have been seen for a good hundred years or so by genuine hunters. A few that accidentally stumbled into hunting have boasted about it. We have the disadvantage here.” Chris explained.

“But… (Y/N) will be ok?” Liam asked as Scott hurried to cover you with the jacket and added his own to cover your legs as Chris started to lead the way out to the Jeep. Liam wouldn’t let you go and when Malia had heard exactly what happened she sat in the back with you and Liam, glaring at anyone who might dare consider ‘dealing’ with your vampire problem.

“She still has a scent. That’s good.” Derek told Liam as Stiles tore through the streets to get to the hospital.

“I knew there was something wrong with them! That little one, Marko was always hanging around where she worked and the bigger one, Paul. He kept asking all sorts of questions about her family.” Liam said as he kept perfectly still so the coats wouldn’t fall off you. As soon as Stiles pulled up in the hospital parking lot, Melissa was outside with Deaton and a bed, Liam set you down as a blanket was tossed over you.

“She’ll be in the room with Lydia. Chris called us. Satomi and Deaton are going to come up with a medical reason for her to be here long term and avoid any sunlight.” Melissa explained as everyone helped rush you inside. Stiles staggered off to talk with his dad who had been looking for David and found nothing in the four days that you’d been gone.

“You did a great job Liam. Chris doesn’t think she would have held out much longer if you hadn’t found her.” Melissa said as the door shut on her, leaving Malia, Liam and Deaton in the lobby as Derek asked at the desk for the room number that you’d be in.

“We have to find them before they do this to more people!” Liam insisted angrily.

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New Sheriff In Town | JJ Maybank Fanfic | Part Six: Roll Up

They had walked a few blocks in silence until they heard a car approaching

"Ay Yo JJ!" The voice came from a car rolling up behind them as they meandered down the street

"Fuck" thought JJ, it was Barry, the shitty drug dealer who lived outside of town that JJ had stolen money from just last month.

JJ turned and stepped to the side, between Kitty and the car, "Kitty I'm so sorry, just stay behind me" he said in a lowered voice

"J wha-" Kitty started to say something but was cut off

The car rolled to a stop and Barry hung out the window and whistled, "Damn JJ I didn't know you had a new bitch!"

JJ was about to jump through the window and grab Barry by the neck when he felt Kitty clenching the back of his shirt.

"Leave us alone Barry, I don't have your shit man" JJ wasn't lying, the money he had stolen was long gone by now

"What do you mean you don't have my money bro? How are you gonna pay me back? You gonna give me your girl there? That might settle us up man..." Barry smiled and showed his disgusting teeth, looking Kitty up and down

In a split second JJ started to lunge at the car but Kitty had already dropped her bike and now slid in front of him, putting one hand on his chest and the other on the car window, turning to Barry:

"Listen asshole, I don't know who you think you are or what beef y'all have goin' on but JJ is in with the sheriff now, so unless you want him comin' round and sniffin' in all your shady business, I suggest you roll your window up and move along, sound good?" She took her hand off of the window and smiled and waved "Buh-bye now!"

Barry rolled us eyes and took his foot off of the brake, starting to roll away "We're not done JJ, I'll see you around, and your bitch, too"

As the two watched Barry drive off, Kitty knelt to pick up her bike, "so, you wanna to explain what the fuck that was about??" She looked at him with eyebrows raised.

"I can only assume he's a drug dealer," she started walking again "so...are you a junkie too? Have you not paid him? Cause this whole thing is SO over if that's the case"

"No- no, it's not like that I swear!" He was honestly still in shock over how she stood up to Barry like that, "all the stuff that went down earlier this summer, I haven't really told you everything that happened, but basically that guy jumped us and stole something of ours, so I stole something of his." JJ looked down and kicked a rock down the road "And as you can see he's still pretty pissed about it"

"No shit" Kitty laughed, "what was it? What did you take from him?"

JJ looked around, avoiding looking at Kitty, who was intently staring at him "uh... it was um... like... like 25k or something like that?"

Kitty stopped. Looking straight forward, and then up to the sky, she sighed "25k... Jesus.. and let me guess, that was gonna go towards your restitution huh? LITERALLY robbing Peter to pay Paul."

JJ shook his head, "Peter... no no that guy is Barry.. I just.. wait." How did you know about the restitution?"

She just looked at him for a moment, "dude, the walls in our house are paper thin. I heard you and my dad talkin' the other night. I know that's why you're doin' this school thing and why you're hangin' out with me"

"Kitty, I just-" he started

She quickly cut him off "J... whatever. Listen," she turned to face him now, "I get it, we all have a price. You've gotta do what you gotta do for yourself. I'm happy to tell my dad you're doin' the school work or whatever. but this drama? I don't need this shit in my life right now. I've got enough goin' on and... I just don't need this" she looked away and swung her leg over the bike "I'm gonna head home now... by myself"

"Wait, listen, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, ok? That shits over now, let me just walk you home"

"I get it, and that's cool, but I'm done for now, okay? I'll see you Monday" she put her feet to the pedals and rode off, JJ didn't have a chance to say another word.

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Season 1, Episode 5: The Tell (Part One)

Hey there beautiful reader! If you’re new here, this is a series I’m writing where each chapter is an episode from the first season of Teen Wolf. If you’ve been here before, hey! I missed you! Previous and future chapters are linked at the end of each part if you want to catch up.

Pairing: Stiles x Psychic! Reader (eventually)

P.S. Stiles and Y/N have a sleepover (things are happening!!) and Jackson just got on the struggle bus.

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“Whoa, whoa. Slow down.” I sat forward in the passenger seat and put a calming hand on Allison’s arm.

She took a deep breath and slowly relaxed her iron grip on the steering wheel. If she kept freaking out the way she was, we’d be laying in a ditch instead of making it to school.

“I’m telling you, Y/N. Something is really not right.” Her voice trembled as she spoke, clearly very upset.

“Just...start over.” I shook my head, not even clear about what she was trying to tell me.

She let out a slow sigh. “Last night, I found broken glass on the window of my aunt’s car.”

“Okay?” I prodded, glancing at the road to make sure she was driving straight again.

“So they both lied! My dad said she needed a jump, and she said she ran out of gas. Clearly something else happened if her window was broken. But...that isn't even the worst part.”

I nodded encouragingly so she would continue. She needed to just spit it out already. I really wanted to know if this freak out was supernatural related or not. After helping save Derek’s life and learning that the Argents are werewolf hunters, it was hard for me to believe that anything in this town wasn't supernatural related.

“I heard her and my dad talking.” Her knuckles turned white again as her grip tightened on the wheel. “She said she was attacked by something. And...and that she shot Derek Hale.”

I choked on my own spit and began coughing aggressively, but she didn't seem to notice beyond her growing hysterics.

“They were talking about packs, and an alpha, and some code...and I sound crazy, don't I?” Tears were streaming down her face now and my chest tightened uncomfortably.

I wanted to tell her everything. She was so close to figuring it out on her own, anyway, but Scott and Stiles had made me swear not to tell anyone the things I’d learned. I knew it would be dangerous for Scott, but what about Allison? She was caught up in this too, she just had no idea. How would she protect herself if she didn't even know what was going on half the time?

“Hey, no, no. You don't sound crazy at all.” I soothed, placing my hand back on her arm. She let out a quiet sob and sniffled, wiping her nose with her sleeve. “That’s definitely weird. What do you think it means?”

She threw her hands up, suddenly angry. The tears were gone. “I don't know.” She looked my way, determination swimming behind her eyes. “But I’m going to find out.”

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“Hoosiers is not only the best basketball movie ever, it’s the best sports movie ever made.”

“No.”

“It’s got Gene Hackman and Dennis Hopper.”

“No.”

“Lydia, I swear to God, you’re gonna like it!”

“No.”

“I am not watching The Notebook again.”

The car fell into silence. I just rolled my eyes at Jackson and Lydia’s bickering. It was all you could do, really. The two of them fought so much, I was honestly surprised they were still together. They had quite possibly the most toxic relationship I’d ever seen.

Lydia turned and looked at him expectantly, and he folded. Like he always did. Allison snickered from beside me, enjoying his pain way too much. It was bad enough the poor guy had to have a movie night with his girlfriend and her two best friends. The least we could do was pick a movie everyone would enjoy.

He moved to get out of the car, and a sudden wave of nausea hit me. I clutched at my stomach and winced.

“You okay?” Allison turned to me, her brow furrowing in concern.

As he walked toward the store, my uneasy feeling only got worse. I knew I had to go with him, or something terrible was going to happen.

“I’m gonna go help him.” I huffed and popped my door open.

Lydia rolled her eyes and pulled her phone out, opening the camera to take selfies under the florescent lights. “Suit yourself.”

Once inside, Jackson and I walked through the narrow isles. The shelves were small, only coming up to my shoulder, so we got a clear view of the entire store. It was completely deserted, which only added to my anxiety. It was a week night, sure, but there was no way we should be the only people in here.

“Can someone help me find The Notebook?” Jackson called, only to be met with eerie silence. “Hello?”

“Is anybody even working here?” I asked, my eyes shifting up to one of the lights that was flickering above us. There was a ladder beneath it, suggesting that someone was here at one point. On the other side of the store, the phone began ringing.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Jackson muttered, clearly annoyed by the whole situation.

I got the impression that he wasn’t picking up the weird energy in here the way I was. Something just wasn't right. I could feel it.

Just then, I caught sight of a pair of shoes at the end of an isle in front of us. But they weren't standing there browsing like us. No, they were laying down, almost as if they were...

“Jackson.” I breathed, and he stopped beside me. “We should go.”

He just scoffed and continued walking. “You know Lydia will kill me if I don't get this movie.”

I couldn't take my eyes off the shoes. My heart began racing in my chest. He seemed to finally take notice as his quick steps faltered.

“What the hell is that?” He kept moving toward it, so I had no choice but to follow.

I didn't want to be alone in here, even if he was only a few feet away. I shuffled close to his back and peered around his shoulder as we approached the shoes. A gasp tore through me as the sight of a dead man came into view. He was slumped over against the shelf, his throat slashed open. Blood coated every nearby surface. I staggered back a step, horrified.

Jackson did the same, accidentally knocking over the ladder that was just behind him. The lights flickered and sparks shot out of the ceiling panel as the whole thing came crashing down. A deep, animalistic growl sounded from the other end of the store and we both froze.

We weren't alone.

We shared a wide-eyed look, both of our breathing labored. I turned and, through the darkness, saw two glowing red eyes. The thing growled again and I shoved Jackson behind a nearby shelf, choosing the one next to it for myself. I pressed my back against the hard surface, trying to slow my rapid breathing. This was so not the time to have a panic attack.

Jackson’s terrified eyes met mine before he slowly leaned around to see what was going on. At the sound of shuffling, he whipped back into place. I swallowed thickly, my body beginning to tremble with fear. A few movies were knocked off a nearby shelf and I stiffened. It was close.

Then, each shelf in the line Jackson was hiding in began tumbling down. I called his name in a panic, but it was too late. Within seconds, he was trapped beneath the heavy pile. He tried to jump out of the way, so only his lower half ended up caught. But he still couldn't move.

He struggled for a few seconds before I stood to help. At the sound of heavy breathing, I froze. I was completely paralyzed by fear. I couldn't have moved even if I wanted to. All I could do was watch as the most terrifying monster I’d ever seen hovered over him.

It was all black, and huge. It looked like it was covered in fur, but I couldn't see very well under the low lighting. It huffed out harsh breaths as it inspected Jackson, it’s head tilting back and forth as it did. It had a long snout, like a dog, and razor sharp teeth. It lifted a giant paw and delicately peeled back the collar of Jackson’s leather jacket with its long claws. It’s head lifted slowly, it’s bright red eyes locking on mine.

And then, it was gone. It bolted toward the entrance and jumped through one of the windows, which shattered instantly. A high pitched scream echoed through the night as the thing fled the scene.

I jumped to my feet to help Jackson, who seemed frozen in shock. He had no idea what the hell just happened, but I had a guess.

It was the alpha. It had to be.

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I sat beside Lydia, my arm wrapped around her shoulders comfortingly. She was still shaking twenty minutes later. After the alpha ran off, she and Allison had come barreling into the store. They saw the dead body, rightfully freaked out, and helped me free Jackson.

An ambulance arrived shortly after, which is where we all sat now. I was shaken up, yes, but I more so just wanted my questions answered. I wanted to know who the alpha was, and why they were running around murdering innocent people in Beacon Hills.

Sirens sounded close by and the Sheriff’s car pulled up. My eyes instantly found Stiles through the passenger window. His lips parted in shock and he moved to take his seatbelt off, but his dad put an arm across his chest. He said something, and Stiles sagged against his seat looking defeated.

As soon as the Sheriff stepped out, he practically smooshed his face against the window to get a closer look at the scene.

“Paul, let’s get this area locked up.” The Sheriff called, putting on a pair of back gloves as he walked our way.

A crowd had gathered, too, which only raised my anxiety. There was a chance the alpha could come back, and I didn't think it would stop at just one victim this time.

“Why the hell can’t I just go home? I’m fine.” Jackson barked at Sheriff Stilinski the second he joined us.

“I hear ya, but the EMT says you hit your head pretty hard. They just wanna make sure you don't have a concussion.” The Sheriff tried to reason with him, something I’d learned was almost always a losing effort.

“What part of I’m fine are you not grasping? Okay? I want to go home.” Jackson took a step into his personal space and raised his voice.

Lydia frowned and laid her head into my chest, so I pulled her in tighter. The small glimpse she’d gotten of the alpha had really scared her, and now Jackson was making it worse by refusing to cooperate.

“And I understand—”

“No, you don't understand!” Jackson only got louder. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Stiles slowly getting out of his dads car. “Which kind of blows my mind because it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp for a minimum wage rent-a-cop like you! Now, I want to go home!”

A beat of tense silence passed before two paramedics rolled a gurney out of the store. I grimaced, knowing exactly what was under the white sheet.

“Oh, whoa! Is that a dead body?” Stiles called, drawing everyone’s attention to him.

His dad sent him a disappointed glare and he awkwardly slithered back into the car, his cheeks turning pink.

“Everybody back up.” The Sheriff sighed. “Back up.”

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I turned onto my right side, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. With a huff, I flipped onto my back and tugged my blanket over my head. I forced my eyes to remain closed despite the horrible images flashing behind them. I’d been trying to sleep for hours, but I couldn't stop thinking about the alpha.

I’d been so close to dying. I mean, it had looked right at me. But it didn't hurt me or Jackson. I wanted to know why. It didn't make any sense. The thing hadn't hesitated to kill the movie store employee, so why let us go?

I froze as the sound of rustling outside my window caught my attention. Slowly, I lowered the blanket and swept my eyes across the room. I was still alone. I was completely alone, actually. Mom was working the night shift again. I chewed on my bottom lip as I realized I still hadn't told her what happened. What would I even say?

Hey, mom. I ran into a homicidal werewolf tonight, but it’s all good. It let me go for some reason.

She would definitely make us move again, and I couldn't let that happen. I was starting to really like it here, despite the weird and dangerous situations I kept getting thrown into.

Just then, my window was shoved open and something thumped to the hardwood floors. I bolted upright and shoved my back against my bedroom wall, trying to get as far away from whatever it was as possible. My breath hitched and my throat constricted painfully.

My mind was racing. It could be the alpha coming back to kill me, or a random burglar, or maybe something worse. The thing moved around on my floor with a groan.

With trembling fingers I fished for my phone in my heap of blankets. Once I found it, I slowly turned the flashlight on, making sure it wasn't visible yet. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the worst before jerking it upward.

A scream tore through me as the light illuminated a very startled looking Stiles, who was standing at the edge of my bed. He squinted and covered his eyes before smiling sheepishly. I put a hand on my chest and let my phone fall onto the bed. My heart was still pounding as I leaned across my mattress to flick on the lamp.

“God, Stiles. What the hell are you doing?” My voice sounded angry and breathless, even to my own ears.

He played with his fingers and raised his eyebrows. “Checking on you.”

A few beats of silence passed between us, and I realized that tears had gathered in my eyes. That was so unnecessarily terrifying.

“In the middle of the night.” I deadpanned, trying to calm my racing heart.

“Yeah.” He smiled his charming lopsided smile, as if he didn't realize how that was so majorly not okay.

“You can’t just sneak into my house to check on me.” I insisted, despite the way my chest swelled at the thought of him worrying about me.

“Well, I couldn't just knock. It's the middle of the night.” He chuckled quietly at his own joke.

I sent him a glare and an unwanted tear escaped the corner of my eye. I internally cursed myself for not wiping them away earlier. His face softened at the sight and I looked away from him, embarrassed. He quickly closed the distance between us, kneeling on my bed with one knee.

“Hey, I’m sorry.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he cupped my cheek and caught my tear with his thumb. “I wasn't thinking. I’ll go.”

My hand wrapped around his wrist before he could fully pull away. “Will you stay?”

Now that he was here, I realized how much I didn't want to be alone right now. My overaction just now showed me how much I was actually worked up over this whole thing. I’d pushed it away earlier, but I was still really scared.

Stiles nodded with a small smile. His warm caramel eyes flickered over my face and he cleared his throat before releasing his hold on me and pushing himself up off my bed. He rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly and glanced around my room.

I chewed on my bottom lip and fiddled with the blankets at my waist. “You can sit, you know.”

His eyes widened. “Uh. Yeah. I was just, you know...um.”

“Relax, Stilinski. I’m not gonna take advantage of you.” I rolled my eyes with a chuckle. I’d never seen him so uncomfortable.

“Right. Obviously. Okay. Um...how do you...where should I...?” He scratched at the side of his head and didn't look any closer to moving, so I grabbed one of his hands and pulled him down.

He flailed at the unexpected movement and flopped onto the bed next to me. He scrambled up instantly and pushed his back up against my headboard. He sat there, stiff as a board, his legs crossed and his hands at his sides.

I laughed at his frenzied state. “You’re the one that climbed into my window. Why are you being such a spaz?”

“I didn’t think I’d get this far.” He muttered and started playing with his hands again. “I’ve never, uh...been in a girls bed before.”

My eyebrows rose in surprise. He was an attractive guy, so I found that a little hard to believe. “Seriously?”

“Yes, I know. My lack of sexual experience is laughable.” He finally looked at me and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

I shifted into a more comfortable position, letting my legs stretch out in front of me. I leaned back on my hands, now facing Stiles. Our feet were almost touching.

“It’s not that. I haven’t either. Been in a guys bed, I mean.” I stammered, suddenly feeling nervous. I hadn't been alone with a guy in a long time. And it was Stiles. He always made me just a little flustered.

His gaze lifted from his hands slowly, his eyes moving across my legs, then my torso, before finally stopping on my face. I swallowed under his intense stare, unable to look away from his eyes. They were so beautiful, and expressive. When he was happy, they shimmered with a light honey color. If he was scared or angry, they dulled just a little into more of a burnt caramel. Right now there was an unreadable emotion swirling in them.

I decided to go out on a limb. “Have you ever...kissed a girl?”

I watched his breath catch in his throat as his lips parted. He stammered, looking shocked by my question, and I could’ve sworn he started hyperventilating. “A c-couple.”

“Then you’re not a lost cause.” I sighed. That meant he had me beat. I’d never stayed in one place long enough to have a boyfriend. I hadn't even had my first kiss yet. It was pretty pathetic, actually.

“Have you?” He asked, sounding breathless.

I chuckled, deciding it couldn't hurt to mess with him a bit. “Kissed a girl?”

His cocked his head in annoyance and looked at me expectantly.

“Um.” I was back to chewing on my lip uncomfortably. “No. I haven't.”

“Nice.” He let out a relieved huff with a small smile, but backtracked at the sight of my glare. “I mean, it’s just good to know I’m not the only one who sucks at that stuff.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”

Feeling a sudden wave of tiredness wash over me, I pushed myself up onto my knees and leaned across the bed to flick my light off. I realized too late, after my arm was already outstretched toward the switch, that I had gotten myself way too close to Stiles. Our faces were only inches apart, and I was practically sitting on top of him.

His throat bobbed as he gulped. His eyes trailed over my form slowly, starting with my bare legs that rested on either side of his. Oh yeah, I’d completely forgotten that I was only wearing an oversized t-shirt. Up until now, my lower half had been covered up by my blankets, but they’d fallen away when I moved.

Stiles’ eyes met mine and my breath caught. I only had a split second to study the mix of emotions in them before he glanced down at my lips.

Oh, God. Is this really about to happen?

My eyes fluttered shut as we inched closer together. I wasn't even trying to. It was like my body had developed a mind of it’s own. His nose brushed against mine, then his lips in a feather light touch, just as thunder suddenly cracked in the distance.

We bolted away from each other, both breathing heavily. We shared a long, wide-eyed look while trying to collect ourselves.

“Um—” I started, my heart going right back to beating erratically.

I can’t believe I just almost kissed Stiles. My friend. What the hell am I thinking?

“I...” He looked petrified by what had just happened. His eyes were wide and his whole face was beet red.

“Sorry.” We both muttered in unison.

A long beat of silence passed between us, and I cleared my throat, feeling incredibly awkward.

“That was...um...”

“I can go.” Stiles interrupted, but didn't move a muscle. “If you want.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, surely about to break the skin this time, and shook my head. I still didn't want to be alone. “It’s okay. Just turn off the light.”

He nodded in understanding and complied, blanketing us in darkness instantly. I crawled beneath my comforter, silently offering him to do the same. Within minutes I was fast asleep, surprised by how peaceful it felt to lay beside him.

And, for the first time since moving here, I didn't have a single dream.

Episode 4 Episode 5, Part Two

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Technically No | Jacob Black x witch!Reader | Twilight/Buffy the Vampire Slayer Crossover| 1

jacob is over 18+ in this as well as reader! It's also a slight modern au because technology makes life easier man. And no I don't know what timeline this is. It's after Jacob phases and before Buffy dies again. So you might see Glory in this. Also it’s under a cut because this introduction/beginning is super long.

"Did you make it okay?" Buffy asked over the phone.

"Yes, Buff. I'm in my new house. I am going to my new job Monday" (Y/n) said with a soft sigh as she leaned against her new counter, having just moved from one small town to the other.

Sunnydale to Forks.

"Good. I'm glad you are safe." (Y/n) smiled a small yet sort of sad smile at the prospect of leaving the scoobs but there was a job offer in Forks that was just to good for her to not take and she was damn lucky to find a house for rent. She wondered if it was haunted. Not that was a big deal for someone who went to high school on top of a literal hellmouth.

"How's Dawny?" (Y/n) also knew that Dawn's first day back to high school was coming up as well as Buffy's first day of college for the year. "And did you get your course schedule yet?" She stated sitting in the empty living room floor eating her favorite fast food meal. Her moving truck wouldn't be there with her stuff for at least another day or two.

It wasn't exactly a house full of stuff yet, of course. She had just gone from living with her parents to on her own within a flash it seemed. It was as if the universe was pulling and placing her right in the middle of now where Washington.

"Yeah but I didn't get some of the courses I wanted. Have to try next semester." She sighed over the phone. Was it normal to talk to someone you had just left the day before as if you hadn't seen them in months? Maybe not but a lot was happening as the end of summer was coming to fruition. "Dawn is excited to go back to school"

"Interesting... She wasn't yesterday." Buffy sighed over the phone as her friend teased her. "Oh! So I'm going to try to get some essentials tomorrow!" She said suddenly remembering what she called Buffy about in the first place. "What color do you think I should decorate my kitchen in? Green? Red?" Buffy almost laughed again at one of her closest friends.

"You'll know when you actually go to the store. It's not like I can see the house." "Not yet! But you all are going to come visit me some day!" She laughed a bit. Her phone buzzed at her to charge. "Hey... Buffy. I gotta go. Phones is dying. Tell Willow and everyone I miss them."

"Will do." With that, the phone was hung up and placed on its charger.

(Y/n) sighed picking up her trash and began the work to make the floor as comfortable as possible until she could actually buy a decent bed.

The next morning, (Y/n) woke up at a fair hour for a Saturday and took a shower. It was nice to wash out some of the travel and sleep stink off before she slipped on her clothes for the day. Then she went to grab her phone as well as keys and her wallet. There was no way she could sleep on the floor for one more day and eating fast food everyday wasn't exactly a healthy option even if she did just arrive in town.

Sure she was still tired from the plane ride but she would stay tired. She need to find at least an air mattress. The car ride was short, it was nice. Familiar. It wasn't a huge change from one small town to another... Minus the demons and vampires. She hoped. It was simple enough to find the small plaza that had a few small shops and even a diner within walking distance of each other.

It was not even remotely difficult to find the things she oh so desperately needed. It was wonderful. (Y/n) was even able to add to her growing collection of magical artifacts when she stumbled into an antique shop. She thanked the gods that her family had loaned her a bit of cash to help her get by until she was fully working again.

Her day was going great... That was until she was hit with pangs of hunger. 'Did I even eat breakfast?' she asked herself before glancing at the time and gasping. She had been out a lot longer than she had realized.

Didn't she see a diner? She walked to her rental car and started a vague drive. Ah-ha! There was a diner.

She pulled in and was seated quite quickly. It wasn't long before her meal was ordered and her attention was drawn to her phone as she waited. There was a text message from Anya complaining about an argument she and Xander were having. (Y/n) laughed softly before responding with her opinion.

While she was distracted she didn't notice the small group enter. Especially a young man who had a slight staring problem. His eyes were locked on (Y/n) as she fiddled around with her phone. The young man was known by most as Jacob Black. A good kid who was madly in love with Bella Swan, his childhood friend.

"Jake... You okay?" Bella another member of the small group asked with concern on her face. An older man in a wheelchair who was previously chatting with the other older man in the group looked at the one named Jacob. A small knowing smile flashed over his features as he looked at his son.

'It's about damn time' Billy the man in the wheelchair thought. "Jake!" Bella's voice called him again, finally snapping the dark haired young man from his thoughts.

(Y/n) who was finally served food sat her phone down finally not even noticing the set of eyes on the back of her head.

"Is she-?" Bella whispered to Jacob just low enough for her father to not hear. "I... Think so... I think..."

"Son..." It was Billy who joined the conversation. "If you don't go talk to her... I will." Jacob's eyes went wide. How embarrassing would that be? His dad talking to his imprint before he could.

Jacob looked at the girl happily eating her dinner and playing around with her technology. Then she giggled. Oh God.

How could it be that just the day before he was trying to convince Bella not to turn into a vampire? That he was so madly and so deeply in love with the vampire girl that he defied Sam his pack leader for turn into dust and be replaced instantly by a young woman he hadn't even spoken to?

Jacob was so distracted by his thoughts he barely caught his father moving to go introduce himself. "No, wait. Dad. I'll go." He quickly stood up and wandered over to the table nervously. What was he going to say? What if she didn't like him? What if he said something dumb?

"Hey I'm Jacob." He said awkwardly, causing her to jump from what she was doing. Her face scrunched up in confusion before she finally looked up. Their eyes locked and it felt like everything stopped. Her heart beat hard against her ribcage at the very tall and dark haired man before her. "You looked lonely. Uhm. I know we just got here. But..." What was he doing? Inviting her to sit with his dad and his dad's best friend for dinner? That's weird isn't it? Especially since he was going to have dinner with a girl he was in love with.

"I'd love to join you." Why did she just agree to crash someone else's dinner? It looked like a family affair of sorts. "I'm (Y/n)!" She suddenly remembered her name. It felt like her face was on fire. He shifted from slightly nervous to having a large smile on his face. How sweet.

He even helped by carrying her stuff to the table. "This is my dad Billy. His friend Charlie and his daughter Bella." Jacob introduced allowing her to sit down. Something in the back of her mind told her that this was weird.

Something was off.

It felt... Magical. She knew magical.

But then Charlie began to talk about how he was a sheriff and the weirdness seemed to disappear. "So...where are you from?" Charlie asked trying to judge if this new girl was going to cause him trouble later. "Oh. Sunnydale," she paused. "California. Also graduated from Sunnydale high." She explained with a small smile.

Maybe it wasn't so bad joining their little dinner. It was nice having people to talk to, especially when one was so new. "What do you like to do Jake?" She said looking over at him before taking a bite of food.

"Oh, uh. I buy and flip cars right now. It's more of a side hustle really." He smiled at her. "Really?" She said with a smile on her lips. "Because the car I'm in is just a rental... If you find anything good will you think of me? I can't pay the rate they are wanting forever." She joked, gently and playfully touching his arm.

It was like fire. Both literally and figuratively. If it weren't for the people she could almost throw herself at him. But then his skin was so hot that it almost burned. "Absolutely." Jacob smiled. "What's your phone number?" He looked almost like a puppy who was just given a treat. She took his phone and put her number in and he sent her a text. A wolf emoji.

Her eyes looked him over again. Then the phone in her hand began ringing. She answered it quickly, it was the moving company.

Jacob watched as she excused herself to talk to whoever. Her once happy self was instantly deflated. Jacob did not like that at all. He felt it. He actually felt the sadness in her. Is this what it was like to have an imprint? Actually feeling their pain? She walked back in and sighed.

“Are you okay?” Jacob asked with what (Y/n) could only describe as genuine concern.

“My moving truck is going to be late. On Monday while I’m at work instead of on Sunday.” She shouldn’t be so easy to talk to someone she had only known for 20 minutes. Jacob didn’t like the look on her face one of distress.

Jacob looked her over again, hardly getting tired of looking at her face. “I have some friends on the Res. Maybe we can meet them. Help you out..” Jacob offered without a second thought.

“Really?” she looked at him unsure at first.

Jacob nodded, a bright smile on his face.

“O-okay” She agreed.

a/n: Stopping this one here and writing part 2 next. If I didn’t this would be 3000 words. Don’t worry I’m literally going from posting this part to writing the next bit because I already know what I’m going to do. Then I’m going to write a Paul version of this.

#twilight reader insert #jacob black x reader #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #btvs reader insert #part 1

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Finding You Always

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Chapter 237: Information Warfare

"Good evening and welcome to the latest edition of Fabled. Your premier podcast for all the dirt and the real truth behind the fairy tale," Goldie began.

"As you know, here on the Fabled podcast, we take you beyond the writings of Henry Nolan Charming and bring you face to face with the real people in the book and how they're not always what they seem," she said.

"And even when they are...we discuss what we all know is there. A dark side," she continued.

"Tonight though, we're doing a little backstory," Grimm said.

"That's right...we're taking you back to the beginning of everything. We've told you it all. We rarely discuss what happened back in the Enchanted Forest or other realms where most of our people come from, but there is a purpose for that," she said.

"She's right...we like to discuss what came after true love's kiss and the curse that brought them all to this world. A dark curse," Grimm said.

"The same dark curse that deposited Prince Charming and his infant daughter on a rural road in Maine in 1983," Goldie replied.

"When found, Charming had clothing typical of this land and even identification on him. David Nolan of Storybrooke, Maine. A town that no one could find on a map and in the crook of his arm, a baby wrapped in a white blanket with the name Emma embroidered on it," Grimm said.

"They were taken to a hospital; a hospital that David Nolan remained in for ten years in a coma, while little Emma went off to a group home," Goldie said.

"Now, you might be wondering why we're discussing this, because most of this is described in the book, but what isn't in the book was Emma's troubled childhood," Goldie added.

"Right...Emma was adopted by a couple by the name of Nathan and Linda Swan and they sent her back when she was only three-years-old," Grimm said.

"The Swans are dead, but we have obtained Emma Swan's file from child services and it's quite interesting," Goldie said.

"Apparently, little Emma was a handful. There are tons of reports in this file that said that Emma would throw tantrums and during them, lights would flicker, sometimes lightbulbs would even explode, and electronics would even turn themselves on around her," Grimm replied.

"Naturally, most of the social workers she had listed had great difficulty in getting her adopted. One even called her a little demon and I guess we all know why that is," Goldie said.

"Right and in her file, her unruly behavior was naturally listed as the reason she was always sent back," Grimm replied.

"Of course, most fawn over the Charmings when they learn these things, but don't you think it was a clear sign that something was seriously off about her. I mean, we've even learned that her own paternal grandfather visited his son in the hospital a few times, but made no effort to take custody of little Emma," Goldie said.

"Maybe he knew what she was...and how much trouble she'd be to this world," Grimm replied.

"And she has. The Charmings have caused as much harm as they have good; that good is only done after they cause the destruction of a city," Goldie said.

"And who is there leading them all?" Grimm asked.

"Emma Swan...AKA Emma Nolan Charming-Jones," Goldie replied.

"Everyone thinks they're heroes...but we know they're capable of going dark. Her parents have...what's stopping Emma from going bad?" Goldie asked.

"I think we all know the answer to that. As long as she keeps her happy ending...she stays good, but the Savior could easily become our destroyer," Grimm replied.

"Exactly...and when we come back from our short break, we'll discuss the one Charming that can shake the entire world apart if he wants to," Goldie said, as they streamed their ads and shared a smirk. If they kept this up, Mama Snow and Daddy Charming would be beating down their door to defend their precious children.

~*~

The fireplace crackled in their living room, as Snow and David cuddled together on the sofa with two almost empty wine glasses on the coffee table. Shortly after the demise of Jekyll, they had decided they missed the coziness of their family home and decided to remodel the living quarters of the castle. Now the entire east wing consisted of their spacious bed chambers, a family room where they could gather with their kids, a private kitchen, Summer and Bobby's bedrooms, several guest bedrooms and bathrooms, and even a large outdoor veranda for family gatherings when it was warm. The staff did the chores and cleaning during the day, but it was mostly off limits to anyone but family in the evenings and mornings. Summer and Bobby especially loved the return to the coziness of their family home, yet the best of both worlds of castle life as well.

They still loved cooking for the kids too when they had time and this eliminated any friction with the staff when they wanted to use the main kitchen like before. It was definitely clear that most of the staff was not used to having royals willing to do for themselves like the Charmings. But on this evening, with Summer out and Bobby spending the night with Gideon, they were alone and left to their own devices.

He kissed her deeply and slid his hands underneath her blouse, as she mewled into his kiss. His hands on her made her gasp in excitement and she bit her bottom lip to keep a moan back, as he kissed his way down her neck. Her hands went for his belt and that was the moment his phone chose to beep. He grunted and chose to ignore the offending device in favor of kissing his way down to her collarbone. But then it beeped again. She whimpered in annoyance, as he reached for it.

"No...you have deputies for this kind of thing," she pouted. He chuckled and pecked her on the lips. He sighed, as he looked at it.

"It's Leroy," he said, as he sat up. She huffed.

"He says I need to come in and see something. Apparently, it's important," David replied.

"It's Leroy...I doubt what he says is important is that important," she argued, as she climbed into his lap and straddled his waist. He chuckled.

"You are Supreme Sheriff of the United Realms," she reminded him, as she started unbuttoning his shirt.

"That means you have deputies to handle most of the day to day operations and you can oversee. I highly doubt this requires your attention now," she reasoned.

"You're probably right," he agreed, as she kissed him deeply and he dropped his phone to the sofa. Unfortunately, it beeped again.

"Ugh...he really has a death wish tonight," Snow complained, as she prepared to toss it away, but he caught her arm and took the phone from her. He read the message and sighed again.

"He's not going to stop unless I go see what is so urgent," he said.

"He will if I tell him I'll shoot him with an arrow," she replied, with a pout. He chuckled again and kissed her pouty lips.

"Maybe...but knowing Leroy, he'll just come here instead," he said. She frowned at that and knew he was right. Leroy had always had boundary issues and was rarely appeased.

"Fine…" she relented, as she climbed off him.

"You want to come?" he asked.

"I want to come...but not in that way," she replied in a salty tone, making him laugh again.

"And I promise to help you with that in earnest when I get back," he said. She smirked.

"Okay...you better hurry back and make good on that, handsome," she replied, as she got up and kissed him passionately.

"Meanwhile, you can think about me being all alone, naked in the hot tub," she said, as she started to saunter toward their bed chambers. He blew out a breath.

"This really better be freaking good, Leroy," he grumbled, as he grabbed his sword and sheathed it on his belt, before heading out.

~*~

"Can you believe her!?" Eva cried, as she and Paul grabbed a bite at Granny's that evening after a long day at the hospital.

"Honey...you can't let her get you so worked up. You know she does it on purpose. She's constantly on your parents. It was only a matter of time before she went after the rest of you," Paul reasoned.

"I don't know...I'm with her. That lady needs turned off, permanently," Frankie agreed, as he held his and Joe's daughter.

"Easy Frankie...Paul has a point. She's just aching to get your parents to go after them and it wasn't working when she was saying stuff about them. So she's naturally going after you kids now," Joe reasoned.

"He's right," Paul agreed.

"Yeah...and Emma is an adult. That will piss them off...but they go after Bobby and your Mom is gonna put an arrow in her," Frankie said.

"I should text Emma and then Mom and Dad in the morning," Eva said.

"Or not...I mean, your parents don't even waste their time listening to Goldie's crap podcast. Neither does Emma or Bobby for that matter," Paul replied.

"I get that...but they're stoking fear about us. It's wrong...at this rate, we'll never be able to safely leave the United Realms again," Eva said.

"Maybe that's for the best," Paul replied, as he took her hand across the table.

"He might be right, honey. We lived in that world a long time. They're not kind to heroes. They build them up so they can tear them down," Frankie said.

"He's right...the propaganda is too shiny for the normies. The truth always comes out...but it takes longer and by then, the damage is done most of the time," Joe agreed. She sighed.

"I know you're right...maybe we are better off not going out there," she said. He nodded.

"Come on...let's head home. We can work on a counter for all of it. More people listen to you anyway," Paul said, as he paid the check and they said goodnight to Joe, Frankie, and their little one, before heading home for the evening.

~*~

David walked into the station in Storybrooke that evening, finding that it was mostly quiet, with what looked like routine bookings and happenings. Which begged the question as to why he was there. He headed toward the front desk, where they usually had a desk sergeant stationed during the day. At night though, it was usually just a clerk that went to the academy, but didn't quite have the makings for a beat cop. Now that they were policing the entire United Realms, they had an actual police force, both day and night shift. The station headquarters was in Storybrooke of course, complete with a much bigger, newer station with modern technology, a larger bullpen, and eight holding cells. Emma headed and managed the station headquarters and the day to day operations, while he oversaw the entire police force and the armies of Knights from all realms from their castle in Misthaven. Knights that served in various armies were considered a step higher than the Storybrooke police force, though the day of chainmail was mostly gone, with the exception of a few Kingdoms that still insisted on the old type guard. But the modern forces were akin to higher law enforcement and intelligence agencies like one might find in the Land Without Magic. He frequented the station in Storybrooke during the day, but it had been a very long time since he had visited it in the evening and probably not since it had been the old station. He knew the day desk sergeant by name, but didn't recognize the night clerk at all. He approached and then spotted Leroy coming out of one of the interrogation rooms. He almost made it past the desk when the clerk happened to look up from whatever non-work items he was doing and his eyes widened.

"Oh my Gods...it's you…" he uttered, as the middle aged man stared. David sighed.

"Yeah…just here to see Leroy," David said, hoping not to attract too much attention. He usually liked to keep a low profile, but it was increasingly harder to do these days, even in Storybrooke.

"I'm...I'm just such a huge fan. I mean...you're a legend!" the man stammered.

"It's about time you got here," Leroy grumbled, as he noticed the desk clerk that was hoping to get David's attention.

"Get back to work, Drake. Those phones and emails don't answer themselves," Leroy snapped.

"The phone isn't ringing at all," Drake said, but Leroy gave him a look and he wisely shut his trap.

"As I was saying...it's about time you got here," he grumbled.

"Really? Because whatever it is seems like it could have waited until morning. This place is dead," David argued.

"Not as dead as you'd think, chisel chin," he replied.

"Get back to work, Drake and stop working on those dumb picture books," Leroy snapped, as he led David back to the interrogation room, only to see a teen in the room about Bobby's age. David looked at him.

"He's a kid…" David said.

"Boy you're quick," Leroy retorted. David sighed.

"I mean, he's a kid and we have social workers for this stuff," he said.

"This one skips out of the system every chance he gets and is a notorious thief," Leroy replied, as he handed him the file.

"Eugene Fitzherbert...okay, yeah that's quite a list of theft for sixteen, but if you're wanting to book him as an adult, I think that's a bit harsh. Most of this stuff is petty. He needs a program, not prison," David argued.

"He needs a smack in the head, but I didn't bring you here because I think we need to try him as an adult," Leroy replied.

"Okay...then why did you?" David asked.

"He thinks he spotted Runeard at Iago's...earlier tonight," Leroy replied. David looked at the teen and then back at Leroy.

"Okay...you've definitely got my attention now. He's sure?" David asked. Leroy nodded.

"I showed him the photo of that portrait we took from Elsa's castle. He says he's sure and that's not all. He was pretty shaken up by what he heard and to get under the skin of a street rat like this one...I knew it had to be bad," Leroy said. David nodded and went into the room.

"Eugene…" David said, as he put his file on the table and took a seat across from him. The boy looked at him in surprise, like he was the last one he expected to see.

"Everything okay?" David asked.

"Uh yeah...just didn't expect him to go all the way to the top when I told him what I saw and heard," the boy replied.

"If you really did see Runeard...then Leroy was always going to call me," David replied. The teen looked uncomfortable at that and David relaxed in his chair a bit.

"Look Eugene…" he started.

"I hate that name...I don't go by that name," he said in irritation. David smirked.

"Like my son. He refuses to ever go by the name Robert and we've always called him Bobby. So what do you go by?" David asked. Eugene looked at him with scrutiny. No one ever cared or bothered to listen when he said he didn't like Eugene, let alone asked him what he liked to be called.

"Flynn...Flynn Rider," he replied.

"Okay...Flynn is it then," David said.

"Leroy says you saw Runeard at Iago's tonight," he said.

"Yeah...it was him, I'm sure of it. Nothing scares Iago anymore...and that guy had him ready to wet himself," Flynn replied.

"Then you heard the conversation?" David asked. He nodded.

"Iago was talking smack like he usually does and then the man grabbed his hand. It was only for a second, but Iago started turning gray. I...I've never seen anything like it," Flynn confessed.

"Yeah...he's really dangerous. I'll level with you...probably more dangerous than Jekyll was in certain ways," David said. Flynn looked at him for a moment again. No adult had ever leveled with him or told him the full truth before. It was a scary truth, but he liked it.

"What happened after that?" David asked.

"Iago told him to get out and didn't charge him for the drink, which is saying something. Iago never gives anything for free," Flynn replied.

"Did he leave?" David asked.

"Yeah...but not right away. Someone at one of the tables stopped him on the way out," Flynn replied.

"Do you know who it was?" David asked. He nodded.

"His name is Rourke...he's kind of a mercenary I think. He's really shady...no one seems to know much about him," Flynn replied.

"Oh, I know the name...and you're right, he's a mercenary, but really elusive. He used to freelance for Clayton back in Longbourne. My father told me a bit about him," David said.

"He also managed to evade capture when we took down Pleasure Island...and I still don't know how he keeps off the grid like he does," he added.

"Yeah...I couldn't hear the conversation and getting closer would have been suicide, but he gave Runeard a business card," Flynn said.

"That's interesting...and really helpful," David replied.

"Are you going to book me?" Flynn asked.

"Why did you come here if you knew we might arrest you for something?" David countered with his own question. Flynn shrugged.

"I don't know...I hate cops and stuff, but this Runeard guy seems really bad. I mean, I hate the system...but I still want a world to live in, you know?" he asked. David nodded.

"We all do...and we're not going to book you tonight," David replied. Flynn's eyes widened.

"Really?" he asked.

"No...but do you have a place to stay tonight and don't say in a car or on the street," David replied.

"I'll...I'll figure it out. I always do," he replied.

"Yeah...that's what I thought. Come on," David said.

"Come where?" Flynn asked.

"You can stay with us until we get you enrolled in school and on your feet," David replied.

"I...I can't stay in a castle," Flynn said.

"It's no big deal. We have plenty of room, as you can imagine, and our youngest is about your age. He has an empty spare room right next to his," David replied, but he could see how uncomfortable the teen was.

"But if you'd rather, just go to Granny's and tell her I sent you. She'll get you settled," David said. He nodded, a little more comfortable with that.

"And make sure you go, because I will check and I will be making sure you're headed to school tomorrow when I send my son to take you there," David said.

"I don't need school…" Flynn argued. David smirked.

"It's school or juvie," he said. Flynn scoffed.

"Fine…" he relented. He'd figure out a way to get out of it later. David stood up and opened the door, letting him out, as Leroy waited.

"Make sure he gets to Granny's and get him checked in," David said, as he started to walk back toward the desk.

"You aren't booking him?" Leroy asked.

"No...he's just a kid, Leroy," David replied.

"You're such a softie," Leroy complained, but he wasn't too upset by that, as they got to the desk and he finished scribbling notes on the report.

"Here's the report. Stop working on your comic and get this typed up," Leroy ordered.

"Of course," the desk clerk said, as he looked at David.

"I...I just want to say that you're an inspiration. Your family...and the crime fighting. It's my basis for my own comic book," he said.

"That's...great," David replied, a bit awkwardly.

"Not if your comic is about duck people that are super heroes," Leroy muttered.

"Well, good luck. I need to get home," David said.

"Wait…" Drake called and David winced, as he stopped and turned around.

"I know it's a lot to ask...but your grandson is the author and I'd love it if he would read my stuff and give some feedback," Drake replied.

"Ahh...well, Henry's not really that hard to get a hold of. Shoot him an email," David suggested.

"I sort of sent him a few...dozen," Drake muttered.

"Okay...well, I really need to go," David said, as he started to head for the door.

"Dammit Mallard...I told you to limit working on that crap here at work and then you go weird Charming out with your hero worship?" Leroy scolded.

"Sorry…" he apologized, as he sighed and looked at his comic, before going back to work on it.

"Come on kid, I gotta take you to Granny's. Charming's orders," he said, as he ushered Flynn out to the car.

~*~

"Okay boys...I got the stuff for your s'mores," Belle said, as she exited the house and into the backyard where Gideon and Bobby were having a campfire in the fire pit. Rumple sat with them, as did Neal and Tink, who had come for dinner as well.

"Thanks Mom," Gideon said, as he helped her with the stuff.

"So Bobby...your Mom texted me that you have a date to winter formal on Saturday night," Belle mentioned.

"Uh yeah...I asked Zia," Bobby said shyly.

"Way to go, man," Neal said, as he fist bumped him.

"Yeah…Mom already bought new albums for the pictures," he said, with a flush of embarrassment.

"I think it's sweet...and it would be even sweeter if my Gideon wasn't refusing to go," Belle mentioned.

"Mom...not this again," Gideon complained, making Rumple smirk slightly.

"I just don't want you to miss out, sweetie. You can go without a date," Belle urged.

"Well...you know, he could ask Olivia. She hasn't been asked yet and I know she likes you," Bobby suggested. Gideon's eyes widened.

"Dude…" he hissed.

"Oh that sounds wonderful...Olivia is so sweet. You should ask her," Belle urged.

"Yeah and then we can take pictures together," Bobby snickered.

"I hate you," Gideon grumbled.

"Don't be so shy, baby bro. Ask her out," Neal urged. Gideon rolled his eyes.

"Fine…I'll ask her," he relented.

"Good...now on with the making of s'mores," Neal said, as they got the stuff out and started roasting some marshmallows.

~*~

David got home and upstairs to their living quarters. He removed his jacket and shoes, before padding into their bedroom and into the bathroom, finding his wife in the hot tub, as promised.

"Good...you're back and I'm almost out of wine," she purred, as she undressed him with her eyes. He smirked and grabbed the bottle on the sink and filled her glass and one that was waiting for him, before leaning down and kissing her.

"Get in here," she requested. He smiled and undressed, much to her liking, and slipped into the water with her.

"I missed you," she purred, as he kissed her again.

"I missed you," he replied, in a husky tone. She was going to ask him why he was called in, but she forgot all about anything else when he started kissing her neck.

"Charming…" she mewled, as he proceeded to make love to her. After, they rested together in the bubbling water, exchanging soft kisses, before she rested her head on his shoulder.

"So...what did Leroy need?" she asked, as he entwined their fingers together and kissed the back of her hand.

"Someone said they saw Runeard at Iago's earlier...and actually came in to report it," he answered. She looked up at him.

"Really?" she asked. He nodded.

"A young man, about Bobby's age. I suspect he's either an orphan or had a troubled home life. He has a rap sheet, but it's mostly petty and we've never been able to get him to tell us which land he's from," he replied.

"He wasn't included in the system from the Good Curse?" she asked. He shook his head.

"No...he skipped under the radar somehow. But what he saw scared him enough to report it," he replied.

"What did he see?" Snow asked.

"Iago mouthed off to him...you know, like Iago does and Runeard gave him a tiny taste of what he was capable of. Iago begged him to leave and he did, but not before someone else stopped him on the way out," David replied.

"Who?" Snow asked.

"A man named Rourke...who we also don't know a lot about, other than he's a mercenary. My dad said he freelanced for Clayton a few times though back in the Enchanted Forest. He usually operated out of Longbourne," David explained.

"What did a mercenary want with Runeard?" Snow asked. He shook his head.

"Not sure...the kid didn't get close enough to hear, but Rourke handed him a business card," David replied.

"What about the boy? Don't tell me he's sleeping on the streets or in one of those skeevy motels that Iago owns on the east side," she said.

"No…I offered to let him stay here, but I don't think he was comfortable with that. I think he's still trying to figure me out," he replied. She smiled.

"So I had Leroy take him to Granny's and I made sure he knows that he's going to school tomorrow. He didn't like that, but I told him it's school or juvie," he added. She kissed his cheek.

"You're such a good man...I love you so much," she replied.

"I love you too...and I'm the man I am, because of you," he said.

"You were a good man, even before me," she reminded him.

"Maybe...but you gave me everything I knew I wanted in life and more," he said.

"There was a time that I wasn't willing to take risks and fight for anything, even my own freedom. Then when I did...I guess I never stopped fighting so when I met you, I knew that I'd do anything for you and fight for you to my dying breath. And then our children," he said, making her want to melt.

"I know...you're my hero. You have been since we met," she replied, as she kissed him tenderly.

"But I have to say...I'm very much enjoying these peaceful days when we're not all in mortal danger," she added. He chuckled.

"Me too...come on, let's go dry off and get a snack. I could go for some ice cream," he mentioned.

"Oooh...me too," she agreed, as they got out and dried off, before putting their robes on and then padding out to the kitchen.

~*~

Hermes' bubble disappeared, as they touched down in New Asgard, where Sif was waiting for them. She hugged them both with excitement and then the children.

"We missed you Aunty Sif," Ben said.

"Oh, well I missed you too, young ones," Sif replied, as she led them toward the marketplace.

"Well...things are certainly looking good around here," Fandral mentioned.

"Yes...it helps that there are more hands to spread the work to now," Sif replied.

"What do you mean?" Rose asked, as they noticed there was also a lot of construction going on.

"They reversed the snap...most everyone that died five years ago has returned," she said.

"That's wonderful...but how is that possible?" Fandral asked.

"That is a long story, but we have breakfast ready at the royal house and Thor is waiting," Sif replied.

"Then Thor is taking his Throne seriously now?" Rose asked.

"No...he has put Valkyrie in charge and she is hard at work cleaning things up around here," Sif replied.

"Then it's true...Thor is leaving," Fandral said.

"He is...but with access to the bi-frost at his fingertips, I know he plans to pop in to visit all of you soon," she said, as they arrived and found breakfast waiting for them. As they prepared to sit and eat, Thor came barging in.

"Uncle Thor!" the kids called, as the three of them rushed up to hug him. He laughed and lifted the twins effortlessly.

"Every time I see you both...you've grown a mile," he said, as he put them down and Carina hugged him too.

"And you've become a young woman," he said, as he approached them.

"Is he okay?" Fandral muttered.

"He's better now that most of the damage has been fixed...but he still needs a shave and to get back to training," Sif whispered back.

"It is so good to see you, my friend," Thor said, as they shook hands and he smirked.

"Looks like you've been busy too," he mentioned, enjoying razzing him and he shook his head.

"Yes...you remember Rose, of course and these are our second set of twins. Astrid and Gunnar," he said, introducing him to the babies that Sif and Rose were holding.

"Strong Asgardian names," Thor said, as he sat down.

"So…Sif tells us that you fixed the damage done by Thanos. That is amazing news," Rose said.

"Yes...but I should say we fixed it. The Avengers, that is. We gathered the Infinity Stones and snapped them all back. Or rather, Banner did," he explained.

"But I thought you said they were destroyed," Fandral replied.

"Ah...they were, but we used time travel and retrieved them from the past, then Banner snapped everyone back. Unfortunately, Thanos followed us back here from the past, but we killed him properly this time. Then Captain Rogers put the stones back in their places in the past," he said.

"Time travel? I've read so many books about it...it's really possible?" Rose asked excitedly.

"Truly...and though it came with its prices, most that were snapped are back now," he replied.

"That's wonderful news," Fandral replied.

"We heard about Natasha...we didn't know her well, but she did help us a great deal when Seth banished us," Rose said.

"Natasha was one of a kind," Thor agreed.

"Are you really leaving?" Fandral asked.

"Yes...it's time I be myself and not who everyone thinks I'm supposed to be. But New Asgard will be in good hands with Valkyrie and Sif," he replied.

"And you're going to space?" Ben asked in awe.

"That's right, young one...but I plan to pop in to visit you from time to time. I still need to see your Kingdom," he promised.

"We would love to have you," Rose said.

"Yes...but until then I will be off on a new adventure with the Guardians of the Galaxy with Quail and the Rabbit," Thor replied.

"I think his name is Quill," Sif said.

"That's what I said," Thor replied and she rolled her eyes.

"Well...if you're not leaving right away, we'd love to spend the day with you until you go," Fandral said.

"Excellent...with the bi-frost, this world is at our fingertips," he said, as they finished breakfast and then ventured out for the day to see this world.

~*~

The next day went off mostly like any other weekday, with the work and school day commencing and Bobby met Flynn outside Granny's, as he promised his Dad he would. His parents were inside having breakfast with some of his siblings and he was done and ready to head to school.

"Are you Flynn?" Bobby asked, as the taller boy came out of the Inn.

"Yeah…" he replied with a sigh.

"I'm Bobby Charming," he said, as he put his hand out. Flynn looked at his hand and then reluctantly shook it.

"Yeah…I know who you are. Everyone knows who you are," Flynn said. Bobby nodded.

"Yeah…I guess they do," he replied.

"Look...school is not my thing so why don't we just pretend I went with you and call it good?" he asked.

"Sorry...my Dad was pretty clear that it's school or juvie for you and if he's giving you a chance with your rap sheet, then I'd say it's because he sees good in you. So take the deal," Bobby refuted. Flynn snorted and followed him, as they walked to school.

"They make you walk? No car?" Flynn asked.

"I'm fifteen and they would take me, but I don't mind walking. It's not that far," Bobby replied.

"I can get us a car," Flynn mentioned.

"One that's yours?" Bobby asked. Flynn scoffed.

"Details," Flynn muttered.

"Do you even have a driver's license?" Bobby asked.

"I'm not above stealing a car...why would I bother to get the license to drive one?" Flynn answered with his own question.

"Good point...and I bet you have a lot of great skills that you use for crime. I bet you can put them all to good use and actually learn something," Bobby said.

"Doubtful junior...your Dad is wrong about me," Flynn replied.

"We'll see…" Bobby said, as they arrived at school.

~*~

"Hey honey...we ordered for you," Snow said, as Eva and Paul arrived for breakfast.

"Yeah...you're lucky. Hope and I were going to make a claim on your pancakes," Emma joked, as she poured her daughter's milk into her sippy cup, before putting it before her.

"You okay? You seem flustered," David said.

"I take it that none of you listened to Goldie's podcast last night," Eva replied.

"Gross...no," Emma said.

"Yeah...you're the only one that listens to her trash," Leo pointed out.

"Honey...you shouldn't listen to her. She's horrible and we don't care what she says about us," Snow admonished.

"I know, Mom...but last night was different. She went after Emma pretty hard and basically said that Bobby could destroy the whole world by himself. She's pushing fear about us now," Eva said.

"Okay…I don't like that," David replied.

"Me either...maybe we should listen," Snow said. Emma rolled her eyes.

"No...you guys, who cares what that lunatic says?" she asked.

"We don't...but if she's inciting people to be fearful of our children, that's wrong," Snow replied.

"I know, Mom...but we expected this. People were already afraid of us when they saw what we did in Seattle and then when they saw the battle with Seth, we knew that fear that was on the corners of the Internet before would become a bit more mainstream," Emma reasoned.

"We did, Princess...but it sounds like she's using certain rhetoric to radicalize people against us," David said.

"He's absolutely right...and it's exactly the type of warfare that General Mendoza and the intelligence agencies use every day," Patricia said, as she joined them.

"Then you think Goldie has been recruited by General Mendoza?" Snow asked.

"I've been listening to all of her podcasts...like Eva has and I sent Agent Harding to New York to do a little digging," she replied.

"Then you were able to pinpoint her and Grimm's location to New York?" David asked.

"Yes, but only generally speaking to the city, which wouldn't have been possible without a top notch hacker, who did a favor for Agent Harding. The VPN they're using is top of the line and I mean nearly un-hackable, so they couldn't get in to pinpoint any kind of location or even radius," she explained.

"But they got a general geographical location on the last broadcast and it's definitely coming from the state of New York," she added.

"Which means it's a pretty good guess that they're in New York City, hiding in a sea of over eight million people," Emma replied. Patricia nodded.

"I can't say with one hundred percent certainty, but yes...it's a good guess," she said.

"Any ideas on how to narrow down the location?" David asked.

"Short of getting Agent Harding killed? No...because if Mendoza is funding her, then it's too dangerous to send her in closer. But the good news is that Goldie's ratings are abysmal, especially compared to Eva's. That won't make him happy," Patricia replied.

"Do you think he'll stop funding her?" Snow asked.

"He'll threaten to...unless she finds a way to get more traffic to her trash broadcast. Whether she will or not remains to be seen. However, I think I know of a way to combat her that will probably get her to act more erratic or even slip up," Patricia replied.

"How?" David asked. She looked at Eva.

"To your credit, because you're a person of such integrity, you have yet to call her out on your broadcast. You completely ignore her, which has been effective. But now that she has gone after your family so viciously, especially your parents, I think it might be time to speak out against her," she replied.

"Now that she's gone after your siblings, especially your brother, who's still a minor, I think you can call her out and still maintain the moral high ground, so to speak," she added.

"Consider it done...I have no problem going after her and I can do it without sounding petty like her," Eva said.

"Good...because I think her purpose of going after you kids is to get a reaction from you two," Patricia replied. David sighed.

"Probably...even if we did know where she was and went barreling there, she'd spin it as aggression on our part," he said.

"Which is why this is better. This is definitely a war...but an information war and Eva is winning it against her. Ten fold," Patricia replied. Snow smiled.

"That's because Goldie is a two bit hack and Grimm's blog is abhorrent with stories that I'm sure only sadists want to read. And our baby, like all our babies, is incredibly talented," she said, as she hugged her daughter.

"She's right," David agreed, as he hugged her too.

"Thanks Mom and Dad, but I better go or we'll be late," she said to Paul. They paid their check and all parted ways for the day for their respective jobs.

~*~

Henry sat in his study, responding to some of his correspondence in New York and browsing what they had sent him. Apparently, they wanted a rebuttal to Grimm's latest blog posts, which were more twisted stories on classic characters and honestly, it was hard for him to read these scenarios when he knew Grimm would love to make his versions reality for many of the people he loved.

"Hey...you look like you could use this," Ella said, as she brought him a cocoa with cinnamon.

"Thanks...you have no idea," he said, as he took a sip.

"Ugh…I can't believe Grimm's grisly blog of horrors has that many hits," she mentioned, as she looked at the page.

"Me either...though in terms of the Internet, that's a pretty low to median amount of people," he reasoned.

"Still too many likes for my taste," she said. He smiled.

"Me too...but I think there's a reason he has no dislike button. I'm positive the dislikes would outweigh the likes," he mentioned.

"Very true...is this some of the same stuff in those manuscripts that we burned?" she asked.

"Probably...it doesn't surprise me that he digitally backed up the hard copies. Still creepy to think that he could have made all this reality if he had gotten blood from my grandparents and used it as ink," he shuddered.

"He can never get that now...and you're a much better writer than him. He's arrogant to think that he has any talent," she said.

"It's his family name...he thinks he's entitled to be the official story and some would consider him to be more official than me. A lot of movies and other stories have been based on the work of a Grimm," he reminded her.

"Mm...maybe, but you were chosen by Merlin and that makes you the official author and the best," she said, as she kissed him tenderly.

"Thanks," he said, with a smile.

"Come on...take a break. Let's go get lunch," she suggested.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea...I'm starved," he agreed, as he closed his laptop for now and they went to lunch. He would finish his rebuttal later. They exited the house and got a text on his phone.

"Who's it from?" she asked.

"Eva...she wants me to come on her next broadcast," he said.

"I guess she's going after Goldie and Grimm," he added.

"Well, it's about time after everything they've said about this family," Ella replied.

"I'm not surprised by the timing. They went after Mom and Bobby hard in their last one. If my grandparents knew where they were...they'd be toast right about now," Henry said.

"Which is probably exactly what they wanted and would have painted them as violent. This is a much better way to fight them," she reasoned.

"Agreed...though I can't say that none of us wouldn't enjoy seeing your Grams put an arrow in that blonde twat waffle," she added, making him laugh out loud.

"Yeah…I think we'd all enjoy that. But we can settle for completely discrediting her on Eva's podcast, which does bonkers numbers compared to Goldie's," he said. She smiled and nodded, as they drove to Granny's for lunch.

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #OC Charmings #AU #original season 9 storyline #Rumbelle #OQ #CS #Fandral the Dashing #Rose Red #Dashing Rose #romance #adventure #family #Finding You Always #the epic continues

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The Tell Part 1/ Teen Wolf Series Rewrite

A/N: Finally got access to the show again nd wrote this in like a day lol! I'm working more, but I'll post as soon as I can

Bold= texts; italics= inner thoughts

Warnings: arguing, blood and a dead body

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Charli's POV

I had just fallen asleep after I finished cleaning up the broken glass in my room when my dad comes through the front door.

"Charli! Hey, come down here, I got good news!" He calls cheerfully.

I come downstairs, messy bun bouncing, zip up hoodie hanging off one shoulder and a pair of plaid boxer shorts I use for pajamas on, half asleep and rubbing my eyes.

"Can this wait until morning? I just got to sleep." I reply in a groggy voice.

"No, it's too good to wait." He answers happily as he shuts the front door. He gently, but excitedly, pulls me into the living room by my sleeve, then stops right in front of me.

"I talked to the owner of the video store in town and he said he's hiring. Now normally, he'd only hire someone who's 18 or older, but I got him to reconsider and…" He explains excitedly as I just stare at him, eyes half open and barely holding my head up on my own.

"And what?" I ask sleepily.

"... And he agreed to hire you!" He finishes. "I got you a job!" He holds his arms out as if he's one of those models showing game show contestants what they won.

My eyes grow wider. Suddenly I'm more awake. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I got you a job at the video store!" He repeats cheerfully.

I just stand there in stunned silence for a moment.

"So…you woke me up at--" I look at my phone to see the time, "11:36 at night to tell me you got me a job?" I ask sassy.

He nods his head happily. I just turn around and slowly walk back upstairs while giving him a sarcastic thumbs up. I should've been more excited, but all that activity from today wore me out. I'll have to remind myself to really thank him in the morning. He really didn't have to go through the trouble.

I lay in bed, not able to go back to sleep. My phone pings for a text alert.

Isaac: hey, u still up?

I text back.

Charli: ya. wats up?

Isaac: i was wondering if u wanted 2 go 2 the movies w me next saturday?

Charli: sure :) id like that

Isaac: great! I convinced my dad 2 let me borrow the car so I'll pick u up at 7?

Charli: ya sounds good

Isaac: great! C u then

I wake up the next morning, get cleaned up and head to my dad's office as he is finishing up a phone call.

"Do you have a minute?" I ask when he looks at me.

"Sure." He answers as he removes his glasses. I step forward into his office, picking at my nails.

"I'm sorry about last night, I didn't handle that well. I should've been nicer…" I sigh and sit in the leather padded chair across from his mahogany desk. "You went out of your way to do something nice for me and I was rude--" he cuts me off by putting his hand up.

"Charli, honey. I'm not mad." He answers smiling.

My eyes shift. "Y--you're not?" I asked surprised.

"No, I get it. It was late, you were tired. I was just excited for you is all." He answers, putting his glasses back on and opening up a manila folder sitting in front of him.

"I'm excited too though!" I reassure excitedly.

"You are?" He asks, looking up over his glasses with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah! Completely!" I answer back.

He smirks, takes his glasses off and reaches into a bottom drawer in his desk.

"Perfect!" He places an ugly purple and golden yellow button up on the desk and slides closer to me. "Because you start tonight!" He adds.

I reluctantly take the shirt and set it in my lap. I look at it for a moment then look back up at my dad when he speaks up again.

"Your shift starts at 3. They close at 11." He puts his glasses back on and looks at the case file again. "Dress code is jeans and sneakers." He looks up at me one last time before turning his attention back to the file. "Have fun."

I trudge back up the steps and get to work on my weekend homework. I regret all of this morning…

Three o'clock rolls around and I'm inside the video store wearing my shirt open to show off my Rolling Stones t-shirt with ripped jeans and vans with my hair up in a messy bun. I'm greeted by my new coworker, Leveque, who gives me my orientation and shows me my locker. After that, we just head back to the counter and wait for business.

Hours have passed and we've had maybe two customers, which was Scott and Stiles coming to bring me food and to rent some dumb bro movie. Meanwhile, Leveque is changing the flickering lights while I'm checking the returns and preparing to put them back on the shelves.

"Dammit." I mumble as I get down to pick up the DVD I just dropped. As I hit the floor, the phone rings and the bell on the door rings to inform me a customer has come in. Fuuuck me…

"Can someone help me find 'The Notebook?" I know that voice.

A few seconds pass, I put the disc in the box while on the floor hurriedly.

"Hello? Is anybody working here?" Hold on, douche nugget.

I pop up and set the box on the counter, making Jackson jump a bit. I let out a snarky chuckle.

"The Notebook, huh?" I ask, striding from behind the counter. "Didn't realize you had a sensitive side there, Jax." I reply sarcastic.

"Are you gonna help me find it or not?" He asks sharply.

"Check the romance aisle." I tell him as I head towards the phone to answer it.

He just rolls his eyes and walks the direction I pointed. "Gotta be kidding me." He mutters under his breath.

I go to answer the phone when Jackson calls out terrified.

"Charli! Come over here!"

I run over to where he is and when I'm about to ask what's wrong, I instantly smell blood. I slowly turn and see Leveque laying on the floor with a big gash in his neck. I put my hands over my mouth. Jackson and I slowly back up and he trips over the ladder, making a lot of noise and making the lights short circuit. I help him back up, but as soon as he's standing, we both see something in our peripheral vision and slowly start to turn to face it. We look at it in utter fear, when suddenly Jackson grabs my hand and has us run and hide behind a horror movie shelf.

Him sitting on the outside with an arm reached out to hold me back. Thanks, Jax, but I could've totally had this one. He sneaks a peek around the corner only to quickly whip his head back around. He looks at me with a finger to his lips when a bunch of movies fall on us. We cover our heads while staying quiet. Once they stop, he looks back again, only for the shelves to start falling like dominos. I start crawling the other way and slide behind a wall. When the shelves are about to fall, he jumps to the side only to get his legs stuck under a shelf. He lays there, clearly in pain, but remains still as the creature walks over him. The creature stands over him for awhile, which made me decide to come up with a plan.

Why I'm saving him, I'll never understand, but I'm going for it. I crawl to the counter and quickly grab the emergency industrial size flashlight that's under the counter. I crawl back over to where I was and start flashing the light, making it look at me and I shine the light in its bright red eyes, scaring it away. It runs and bursts through the window as I hear a girl scream.

I run over to Jackson to check on him. "Jackson?" Silence. "Jackson, are you okay?" He must be in shock. I lift up the shelf and throw it off of his legs. He's still breathing, but not moving. I focus my attention on the broken window, then I see Lydia in her car, screaming. I grab my phone out of my back pocket and call 911.

Lydia and Jackson are both being seen by EMTs while I'm talking to an officer, telling them what I saw. I stop mid sentence as I start to smell blood again and I become nauseous again, covering my mouth like I'm going to vomit. The officer looks at me concerned, then leads me to his cruiser and opens the door so I can sit down and puts a blanket over my shoulders.

Suddenly, the Sheriff's car pulls up. "Paul, let's get this area locked up." I hear Sheriff Stilinski say. I quickly jump up and start running towards him, when the officer who was interviewing me tried to grab me and stop me.

"Mr. Stilinski!" I cry out. He turns towards me and signals the officer to let me go. I run to him and hold his forearms with tears in my eyes.

"Charli, what happend?" He asks concerned.

I don't answer his question. I just beg him in panic, "please don't tell my dad! Please don't tell him what happened! He can't know! He'll make us move!" I'm in tears again, makeup running down my cheeks.

"Oh--okay, Charli, listen to me, alright? Deep breaths." He coaches me through taking deep breaths.

"Why don't you let an EMT take a look at you, okay? I'll be right over to talk to you… I promise." He calmly tells me. I listen and go see an EMT. As she examines me, I'm listening to Jackson complain. We just went through a traumatic moment and you wanna complain? Suck my balls, Jackson…

"Why the hell can't I just go home? I'm fine." Jackson bitches to Noah.

"I hear ya, but the EMT said you hit your head pretty hard. They just want to make sure you don't have a concussion." He answers back, understandingly.

"W--what part of 'I'm fine' are you having a problem grasping? Okay, I wanna go home!" He sounds like a literal child.

I wince as the EMT pulls splinters out of my palms. " I understand that." Noah answers.

"No you don't understand! Which blows my mind since it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp for a minimum wage rent-a-cop like you!" Jackson yells, shoving his finger in Noah's face. "Okay, now I wanna go home!" He continues to scream.

"Jackson! Shut the fuck up and show some respect for once in your life!" I scream back as I rise to my feet while the EMT was wrapping my hands with gauze. Noah looks back at me and signals to me that he's got this under control.

As I sit back down I hear a familiar voice yell, "Oh, whoa! Is that a dead body?" As other EMTs roll out a stretcher with Leveque's body on it, covered with a sheet and his arm hanging off the side. Fuckin aye, Stiles.

I start to feel sick again. "Do you have anything for nausea?" I ask the EMT as I cover my nose and mouth with the blanket. She hands me two pills and a bottle of water. I take them like candy and chug the water like my life depends on it. After I finish off the water, I see Derek and Scott on top of the video store, watching everything happen. The hair on my neck starts to stand. I watch them leave and see a familiar face in the crowd. Dad…

He tries to come over to me, but an officer holds him back. "Dammit, that's my daughter!" He pushes through and comes straight to me. He wraps his arms around me and I just burst into tears. I hold him tight as his hand rests on the back of my head while the other wrapped tightly around me. He holds me until I let go.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt? What happened to your hands?" He asks frantically as he holds my face inbetween his shaky hands.

"I--I'm okay… I just had some splinters from lifting a shelf off Jackson." I tell him quietly as I direct to Jackson with my eyes, making him look over at Jackson, who's still bitching about wanting to go home.

He pulls me in close again, kisses the top of my head and hugs me tight again until Mr. Stilinski comes up to us. He relaxes his hold a bit and faces him, shaking his hand.

"Ambrus." He greets.

"Noah." My dad greets in return. "What happened here?" He asks.

"An employee here was murdered and the kids not only stumbled upon the body, but we're also attacked." He answers, resting his hands on his belt.

"Well who did it?" My dad asks conceringly.

"We don't know yet, but Mr. Whittemore and Miss Martin described it as some type of man-dog creature. Mr. Whittemore said it had bright red eyes."

My father looked at me with concern, but I just looked down at my feet and turned slightly away from him.

"Charli, can you confirm what they saw?" Mr. Stilinski asks.

"I--It..it was d--dark. I--I couldn't tell w--what it was…" I stutter out, turning away from them. But I knew exactly what it was. An alpha…

"Can you try and remember?" Mr. Stilinski asked again, stepping closer.

I start to shake my head. Then my body shakes and I put my face in my hands and start crying. My father comes to me and puts his hands comfortingly around my shoulders and leads me towards his car.

"Noah, I think she might need some rest. I'll bring her in another day to talk to you, once she's in a better frame of mind." My father insists.

"Of course. I understand." He then looks to me. "Get some rest, Charli. We can talk another time okay?"

I don't look at him. I just sniffle and nod my head. My father wraps his arms around me again and leads me to the passenger side of his car. He opens the door and guides me in while slipping the blanket off me as an officer hands him my things from my locker. He takes them and puts them in the backseat, then comes around front and starts driving home.

The car ride is quiet. I just keep my hands balled tight in my lap, shaking, not looking up. My father keeps looking over at me. I can tell what's going through his mind. He wants to move again, I know it. Once we get home, he pulls into the garage and shuts the car off. We're quiet for a moment as we just sit there.

"It was an Alpha wasn't it?" He asks.

I'm quiet, but I nod my head. He punches his steering wheel, making me squeeze my eyes shut. He puts his hands over his face and slides them down until one hand is back in his lap and the other is resting on the steering wheel. He looks at me and is quiet for a little longer.

"Did he hurt you?" He asks. I shake my head. He exhales deeply.

"Does he know?"

"I don't know…" I whisper.

We sit in silence again. Too long.

"Please don't make us move again…" I whisper.

"That's not up to you." He answers harshly.

"Of course it's not…" I comment back, still never looking at him.

He looks at me with anger in his eyes.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" He asks with fire in his eyes.

"You know exactly what it means, Dad." I spit back, still not making eye contact. I pull the door open and slam it shut then head inside the house.

He punches the steering wheel again and follows me in. By the time he tries to catch up to me, I already have my bedroom door locked. He knocks on my door.

"Charli?" I don't answer. "Charli… I'm sorry, okay?" I still don't answer. "C'mon, Charli, let's talk about this...please?" He waits before he talks again.

"Look, honey I'm not mad at you okay? I was just scared…" I get off my bed and listen by the door.

"I was scared because I thought I lost you…" I can hear him tearing up. "I already lost your mother, I don't wanna lose you too, okay?" I continue to listen.

"If I lost you… I--I could never go on. You're all I have left. We are all each other has, I don't wanna lose that, okay?" I start to tear up too.

"Look, if you don't feel like talking anymore tonight, I understand… but can you at least let me know that you're okay? Please?" He starts to beg. I stand up and unlock the door. As I open it, we just cry in each other's embrace, falling to the floor and doing what we should've done a long time ago. Letting ourselves cry.

After I finish crying, I wipe my eyes and look at him. "Promise me that just because this happened that we won't move again… I'm sick of running, Dad." He puts his head down. "Dad...please…" I rest my hand on his. He looks into my eyes and brushes some loose strands away from my face and wipes away the last few tears trying to escape.

"I can promise that we can try this out…" he pauses. "But my main concern is your safety. The last thing I want is something happening to you."

I nod my head. "I know, Dad, but please… promise me we're not going to just run away anymore."

He sighs, wipes his face, then looks back at me. "If we stay… then you start your training after school."

"What about my new job?"

"I have a good feeling you probably won't be going back there ever again." He informs me with a half smile, resting his hand on my shoulder. I half smile back at him.

"Well, get some sleep, you have school in the morning." He kisses my forehead, helps me up and heads off to his room.

I couldn't sleep a wink last night. I try focusing on getting ready for school, but I can't cover my dark circles to save my life. I just throw on a beanie again with a hoodie and jeans with my beat up converse. I say goodbye to my dad, grab my bag and start heading to the Stilinski house. Just as I reach their driveway, Stiles is coming out, keys in hand and backpack over his shoulder. He spots me and looks like he's seen a ghost.

"Charli! Hey…"

"Could you give me a ride to school?" I ask quietly.

"Uh, y--yeah, sure." He speedwalks over to Roscoe and opens the passenger door.

He helps me in, closes the door, then jogs to the other side and hops into the driver seat. He starts Roscoe up, backs out and heads to the school. It's a quiet ride. There's not even music playing and for once, I welcome the total silence. Just the sound of the engine. We pull into the school parking lot. Stiles shuts off Roscoe.

"Thanks for the ride, Stiles." I tell him as I'm gathering up my belongings and reaching for the door handle.

I push the door open slightly, only for him to reach over and pull it closed. I look over at him and he looks calm on the outside, but his whiskey colored eyes are drowning in worry.

"Charli, last night--" I cut him off.

"Stiles, thank you, truly, for caring… but I'm not ready to talk about it. Not yet." He looks down, almost disappointed, but he turns to me and his eyes are filled with understanding.

"When I'm ready to talk about it, I promise you're the first person I'll come to." I reassure him, resting my hand on his that's resting on the center console. He looks at me with reassurance.

"Promise?"

"Promise." I tell him, holding out my pinky for a pinky promise. He looks at it with a raised eyebrow, then chuckles and wraps his pinky around mine. We smile at each other then head inside the building.

"Just a friendly reminder, Parent Teacher conference is tonight. Students below a 'C' average are required to attend. I won't name you because the shame and self disgust should be more than enough punishment." Mr. Harris drones on as Stiles and I are sitting at our lab tables.

"Has anyone seen Scott McCall?" He asks, putting his hands on his hips while eyeing Stiles who's highlighting literally everything in his book.

I start biting on my thumbnail while Stiles looks up at him with the highlighter cap in his mouth. As I'm about to speak up, everyone's attention turns towards the door opening and in walks Jackson. He walks over to his table and sits down. Mr. Harris walks over to him and gets close to him and places a hand on his back.

"Hey, Jackson. If you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know." Jackson just nods his head.

Mr. Harris then looks at me. "Charlotte, same goes for you too." I just give him a slight nod.

Stiles looks at me in confusion and I just shrug to tell him I don't understand why he's being nice either. He starts walking up to the front of the room.

"Everyone, start reading chapter nine." Everyone opens up their books and starts reading.

"Mr. Stilinski…" Stiles looks up. "Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs… it's chemistry, not a coloring book." Stiles spits the highlighter cap straight up and catches it with ease. It's weird that I think that was kinda hot isn't it? Yeah...it is…

I start reading, but of course, Stiles is distracted. "Hey, Danny… can I ask you a question?" Oh no…

"No." He says blatantly. Wise choice, Danny Boy.

"Well I'm going to anyway…" I should've known better…

"Um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?" Okay, that's not at all what I was expecting. Good question.

Danny sighs. "No." Stiles and I just look at each other with a knowing look.

"Can I ask you another question?" There it is. I knew it was coming…

Danny is clearly getting frustrated. "Answer's still no."

"Does anyone know what happened to her, Charli and Jackson last night?" Wow, okay another good question…"He wouldn't tell me." Weird.

"But he's your best friend…" Exactly, that's really weird.

Danny just shrugs and goes back to reading. "One more question…" Based on his body language, I think it's safe to assume that Danny is rolling his eyes.

"What?" He replies a little too loud.

"Am I attractive?" There it is, I knew it was coming… Danny is quiet. As the silence grows longer, Stiles keeps leaning forward, then falls off his stool.

I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh, but at the same time, worrying if he hurt himself. I look over and Jackson is giving Stiles a dirty look. God I wanna punch him in his face so bad…

As we leave class, Stiles is trying to get ahold of Scott while I'm trying to get ahold of Allison. Stiles calls Scott while I'm texting Allison, Stiles and I keep looking back and forth at each other.

"Finally! Have you been getting any of my texts?" I hear Stiles say. Must've finally reached Scott.

"Do you have any idea what's going on?" He asks. I try to listen in but he's pulling the phone and himself away, so I poke him in his ribs to make him react. "Lydia's MIA and Jackson looks like he's got a time bomb inserted into his face, another guy's dead and you gotta do something about it."

"Something!" He continues, frustrated. "Hello?" He then looks at the phone and makes an angry face at it.

"He hung up, didn't he?" I ask snarky with my arms crossed, genuinely enjoying seeing Stiles feel the way I felt the night we helped Derek.

"He better not make a habit of this or…" I cut him off.

"Or what? What are you gonna do?" I ask with a smirk. He looks at me through his lashes and licks his lips.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He asks.

"A little bit, yeah." I continue to smirk, then walk ahead. He pauses for a moment then catches up with me.

"So…" he rubs the back of his head nervously. I look at him. "Do you wanna go with me to go talk to Lydia?"

"And miss out on you making a fool of yourself in front of her again? Of course I'm coming." I chuckle.

"Maybe I'll just leave you in the car." He shoots.

"Maybe I'll go talk to her myself while you wait in the car." I shoot back.

He scoffs. "You're not gonna make me wait in my own car."

"I may be smaller, but I'm definitely stronger than you." I inform him with a smirk and slight bite of my lower lip.

He scoffs again. "You're not stronger than me."

"You really wanna debate that?" I ask, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

He's quiet. I think he remembers what happened over a week ago when Scott almost attacked him in his room because he's pursing his lips. He looks down, then back to me. "Nah, I'm good. I think you made your point." He replies, knowing I'm right.

We go over to Lydia's house and are greeted by her mom, who is actually really sweet. She leads us to her room where she's just laying across her bed, looking at her nails and resting her head on her other hand.

"Honey, there's a Stiles and Charli here to see you." Lydia's mom informs her.

Without looking away, she mumbles, "What the hell… is a Stiles?" I try not to laugh, but Stiles elbows me.

Stiles looks at Mrs. Martin, almost offended. "Uh, she took a little something to ease her nerves." She moved so we could go in. "You can go in." She continues.

We both thank her and she leaves the door open behind us. Stiles looks back as she walks away while I make myself comfortable in a chair that's in the corner of her room as Stiles approaches her. Lydia looks back at him and places a hand on her hip.

"What are you doing here?" She asks.

"We were making sure you were okay." Stiles replied. You came to make sure she was okay. I came because this was my only source of entertainment for the day.

"Hmm." She barely replies and makes a weird sound with her mouth. "Why?" She continues as she pats the bed. Omg, she's is so freakin high… this is gonna be interesting

He sits down where she patted. "Because we were worried about you today." He tells her. I roll my eyes. Uh… you care about her. I'd push her in front of a bus if I knew I could get away with it…

"How are you feeling?" He asks her. She starts caressing his arm. Okay, this is starting to get uncomfortable…

"I feel…" She gets close to his face. "...fantastic." Oh yeah, she's definitely high…

Stiles clicks his tongue and inhales sharply, letting out a chuckle. "Oh!" He quickly snatches up her meds that are on her bedside table. He reads the name of it and shows it to me. I almost start laughing, but instead I come up with a winning idea.

"I bet you can't say I saw 'I saw Susie sitting at the shoe shine shop ten times fast." I smirk. Stiles gives me dagger eyes, then reverts his attention back to Lydia. She takes a minute before she replies.

"I saw Shusie…" she stops. Stiles and look at each other. I raise my eyebrows and he whips his hand under his chin to signal for me to cut it out. "I shaw…" She tries again. I giggle. Stiles puts the pill bottle back.

"I saw…" she trails off, staring into space. Stiles and I notice something isn't right.

"Lydia, what did you see?" Stiles asks, placing his hand on hers.

"Something…" she trails off.

"Something like… like a mountain lion?" Stiles ask.

"Mountain Lion…" she repeats.

"Are you sure it was a mountain lion or are you saying that because that's what the police told you?" I ask her as if I was talking to a child.

"A mountain lion." She repeats again.

Stiles grabs her stuffed giraffe. "What is this?" He shows it to her. She looks at it dazed. "A mountain lion." She replies, almost childlike.

"Okay..." Stiles retorts, then puts the stuffed animal back.

"She is so dru--" I begin to say, but stop as soon as she puts her head in Stiles' lap, passing out, making his whole body react.

I walk over and help her off of Stiles as he slides off of the bed, which wakes her up, makes her prop herself up with one arm and face us.

"Okay, well we're just gonna go, uh, let you get back to the whole… Post Traumatic Stress thing." I tell her as I start closing the door.

"Mmm, stay." She replies weekly. Stiles is quick to go back in while I'm still standing in the doorway, waiting on him so I can get home and start my training.

Stiles looks around, shocked and then points to himself, "Me? Me stay? You want me to stay?" He asked surprised.

"Mhm." She mumbles, patting the spot on the bed in front of her, weakly smiling. Is he really dumb enough to go for this?

He quickly sits down. "Yes, please." She tells him as she inches closer. I roll my eyes and close the door then go sit in the jeep and text my dad.

Charli: sorry Dad. Running late, needed to stop & drop off homework 2 Lydia

I lean back and rest my head on the headrest as I wait for Stiles to finish up his little rendezvous with Lydia, who apparently wants to get with everybody. I'm getting ready to text him when I see him rushing out. He hops in on the driver side.

"Wow, thirty seconds… that's the best you could do?" I joke.

He gives me a look, then starts up Roscoe. "We gotta try to call Scott again." He informs me.

"Why?" I ask. He looks me in the eyes. "Because I think I know what that was that attacked you guys last night."

"Well, you're on your own for this one, cause I promised my dad I'd be home right after school." I remind him as I look out the window.

"C'mon, Charli! I need your help in this too! I mean, you know more about this supernatural stuff than I do." He begs as he drives us home.

Sorry, Stiles. After last night, my dad needs to know exactly where I am and what I'm doing at all times…" I look at him. "In fact, I can guarantee that he's gonna be pissed that I wasn't home twenty minutes ago." I continue in a matter factly tone. "Do you really wanna piss off my dad?" I finish.

He exhales sharply. "No, I guess not." He mumbles.

"Okay, then I need to go home." I insist.

My dad is in the kitchen when I get home.

"For someone who doesn't eat, you sure do spend a lot of time in the kitchen." I remark as I cross my arms over my chest.

"Well you seem to be back to normal." He chimes.

"Not really…" I sigh and sit at a stool placed in front of the kitchen island and put my head down. "I couldn't sleep a wink last night." I continue.

I pick my head back up and rest it in my hand, looking down at the counter, picking at the skin around my thumbnail. "When I did, all I could see was that face...those red eyes." I tell him, starting to tear up.

He comes around the island and places a comforting hand on my back and rubs in small circles and just looks at me with understanding eyes. I look up at him.

"How do you get used to it, Dad? How do you get used to facing creatures like them and not have nightmares or PTSD?" I ask softly.

Honey, I don't sleep. I never did, but your mother…" he trails off, looking away. I look at him, hoping he'll finish that sentence. He does, "...your mother would always say 'it comes with the territory, but if I can live, knowing that I'm protecting others and protecting my family, then it's all worth it'..."

I look down at my hands. He pats my back. "One day… one day, you'll understand what she means, Charli." He tells me softly.

"But for now, I want you to get your homework done before I get back." He pats my back then starts walking away.

I quickly turn around. "B--but what about training?" I ask cautiously.

That can wait. What can't wait is parent teacher conference." He explains as he puts on his black peacoat and adjusts the collar.

"Shit…" I mumble as I put my head down.

"You forgot didn't you?" He asks as he grabs his keys from the wall hook. I just nod my head slowly, looking at him with my bottom lip poking out.

"Well, I'm assuming I'm going to hear all good things,right?" He asks, placing his hands on his hips.

"You should...unless of course there's a teacher that's out to get me." I joke. He rolls his eyes and chuckles.

"Stay here. Be good. Get your homework done…" he says as he starts walking down the hallway, then stops and points at me. "...and no boys." He finishes sternly.

"Not even Stiles?" I ask sweetly.

"Especially Stiles. I see the way you two look at each other." He uses his hands to signal the eyes to eyes motion. "Why don't you call Allison or Lydia, or another girlfriend or something? Why does it always have to be boys?" He asks, with his arms half out.

"Because boys don't care about shopping or makeup or what dress is perfect for homecoming." I inform him.

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever you say, kiddo. I'll see you later. Love ya." He calls back as he walks out of the kitchen. As soon as the door closes, I run upstairs, jump onto my bed and text Isaac...

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Favorite True Crime Books – part 1

The Peyton-Allan Files by Phil Stanford : Two teenagers, making out one night in a car on the edge of town ― slaughtered by person or persons unknown. No physical evidence to speak of. No known motive. For all the Multnomah County Sheriff’s Office knows, there’s a psychotic killer roaming the hills west of town. Until they arrest someone for the murders of Larry Peyton and Beverly Allan, no one will rest easy. The Peyton-Allan Files is the story of the savage double-murder that changed life forever in the deceptively peaceful town of Portland, Oregon. A true-life murder mystery, guaranteed to keep you turning pages till the last guilty party has been brought to justice ― or maybe just framed. Because one way or another, this case has got to be solved.

House of Evil: The Indiana Torture Slaying by John Dean : In the heart of Indianapolis in the mid 1960’s, through a twist of fate and fortune, a pretty young girl came to live with a thirty-seven-year-old mother and her seven children. What began as a temporary childcare arrangement between Sylvia Likens’s parents and Gertrude Baniszewski turned into a crime that would haunt cops, prosecutors, and a community for decades to come…

When police found Sylvia’s emaciated body, with a chilling message carved into her flesh, they knew that she had suffered tremendously before her death. Soon they would learn how many others―including some of Baniszewski’s own children―participated in Sylvia’s murder, and just how much torture had been inflicted in one house of evil.

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote : On November 15, 1959, in the small town of Holcomb, Kansas, four members of the Clutter family were savagely murdered by blasts from a shotgun held a few inches from their faces. There was no apparent motive for the crime, and there were almost no clues.

As Truman Capote reconstructs the murder and the investigation that led to the capture, trial, and execution of the killers, he generates both mesmerizing suspense and astonishing empathy. In Cold Blood is a work that transcends its moment, yielding poignant insights into the nature of American violence.

Bind, Torture, Kill : The Inside Story of BTK by Roy Wenzl, Tim Potter, Hurst Lavigne and L. Kelly: For thirty-one years, a monster terrorized the residents of Wichita, Kansas. A bloodthirsty serial killer, self-named “BTK”—for “bind them, torture them, kill them”—he slaughtered men, women, and children alike, eluding the police for decades while bragging of his grisly exploits to the media. The nation was shocked when the fiend who was finally apprehended turned out to be Dennis Rader—a friendly neighbor … a devoted husband … a helpful Boy Scout dad … the respected president of his church.

Written by four award-winning crime reporters who covered the story for more than twenty years,Bind, Torture, Kill is the most intimate and complete account of the BTK nightmare told by the people who were there from the beginning. With newly released documents, evidence, and information—and with the full cooperation, for the very first time, of the Wichita Police Department’s BTK Task Force—the authors have put all the pieces of the grisly puzzle into place, thanks to their unparalleled access to the families of the killer and his victims.

The Road to Jonestown: Jim Jones and Peoples Temple by Jeff Guinn: In the 1950s, a young Indianapolis minister named Jim Jones preached a curious blend of the gospel and Marxism. His congregation was racially mixed, and he was a leader in the early civil rights movement. Eventually, Jones moved his church, Peoples Temple, to northern California, where he got involved in electoral politics and became a prominent Bay Area leader. But underneath the surface lurked a terrible darkness.

In this riveting narrative, Jeff Guinn examines Jones’s life, from his early days as an idealistic minister to a secret life of extramarital affairs, drug use, and fraudulent faith healing, before the fateful decision to move almost a thousand of his followers to a settlement in the jungles of Guyana in South America. Guinn provides stunning new details of the events leading to the fatal day in November, 1978 when more than nine hundred people died—including almost three hundred infants and children—after being ordered to swallow a cyanide-laced drink.

Guinn examined thousands of pages of FBI files on the case, including material released during the course of his research. He traveled to Jones’s Indiana hometown, where he spoke to people never previously interviewed, and uncovered fresh information from Jonestown survivors. He even visited the Jonestown site with the same pilot who flew there the day that Congressman Leo Ryan was murdered on Jones’s orders. The Road to Jonestown is “the most complete picture to date of this tragic saga, and of the man who engineered it…The result is a disturbing portrait of evil—and a compassionate memorial to those taken in by Jones’s malign charisma”

Nothing Is Strange with You: The Life and Crimes of Gordon Stewart Northcott by James Jeffrey Paul: A young man kidnaps his own nephew and makes him his servant and sex slave. He abducts young boys, has his way with them, and, if they know too much, kills them. He forces his nephew to participate in his crimes and to consign these little victims, sometimes still living, to their graves.

His father is afraid of his own son. His son mocks and abuses him, falsely accuses him of incest and child abuseand still he supports his son.

His mother loves her boy and will do anything to help himeven commit murder.

The Gordon Stewart Northcott casea part of which is fictionalized in the major new Clint Eastwood film CHANGELING, starring Angelina Jolieis still, eight decades later, one of the most nightmarish in American criminal annals. This booknearly two decades in the research and writingtells the whole story for the first time.

Fred & Rose: The Full Story of Fred and Rose West and the Gloucester House of Horrors by Howard Sounes: During their long relationship, the Wests murdered a series of young women, burying the remains of nine victims under their home at 25 Cromwell Street, Gloucester, including those of their daughter. What was left of Fred West’s eight-year-old stepdaughter was dug up from under the Wests’ previous Gloucester home; his first wife and nanny were buried in open country. Most victims had been decapitated and dismembered, their remains showing signs of sexual torture. These twelve are just the ones police found when the Wests were arrested in 1994. There may be more whose bones have not been located . . .

Howard Sounes broke the first major story about the Wests as a journalist, and covered the murder trial of Rosemary West, before writing Fred & Rose, the definitive account of this infamous case. Beginning with Fred’s and Rose’s bizarre childhoods, Sounes charts their lives and crimes in forensic detail, creating a fascinating and truly frightening account of a marriage soaked in blood.

The Blood of Emmett Till by Timothy B. Tyson: In 1955, white men in the Mississippi Delta lynched a fourteen-year-old from Chicago named Emmett Till. His murder was part of a wave of white terrorism in the wake of the 1954 Supreme Court decision that declared public school segregation unconstitutional. Only weeks later, Rosa Parks thought about young Emmett as she refused to move to the back of a city bus in Montgomery, Alabama. Five years later, Black students who called themselves “the Emmett Till generation” launched sit-in campaigns that turned the struggle for civil rights into a mass movement. Till’s lynching became the most notorious hate crime in American history.

But what actually happened to Emmett Till—not the icon of injustice, but the flesh-and-blood boy? Part detective story, part political history, The Blood of Emmett Till “unfolds like a movie” (The Atlanta Journal-Constitution), drawing on a wealth of new evidence, including a shocking admission of Till’s innocence from the woman in whose name he was killed. “Jolting and powerful” (The Washington Post), the book “provides fresh insight into the way race has informed and deformed our democratic institutions” (Diane McWhorter, Pulitzer Prize–winning author of Carry Me Home) and “calls us to the cause of justice today” (Rev. Dr. William J. Barber, II, president of the North Carolina NAACP).

In Broad Daylight by Harry N. MacLean: Ken Rex McElroy terrorized the residents of several counties in northwestern Missouri for a score of years. He raped young girls and brutalized them after they went to live with him or even married him; he shot at least two men; he stole cattle and hogs, and burned down the houses of some who interfered with his criminal activities. Thanks to the expert efforts of his lawyer and the pro-defendant bias of state laws, he served no more than a few days in jail, the author shows. In 1981, sentenced for the shooting of a popular grocer and free on bail, he was killed by the men of Skidmore, the center of his felonies; they closed ranks against all attempts to identify those who had pulled the triggers. Written by a first-time author, this is an engrossing, credible examination of the way vigilante action can take over when the law appears to be powerless. BOMC and QPBC alternates.

Killer Clown by Terry Sullivan: He was a model citizen. A hospital volunteer. And one of the most sadistic serial killers of all time. But few people could see the cruel monster beneath the colorful clown makeup that John Gacy wore to entertain children in his Chicago suburb. Few could imagine what lay buried beneath his house of horrors–until a teenaged boy disappeared before Christmas in 1978, leading prosecutor Terry Sullivan on the greatest manhunt of his career.

Reconstructing the investigation–from records of violence in Gacy’s past, to the gruesome discovery of 29 corpses of abused boys in Gacy’s crawlspace and four others found in the nearby river–Sullivan’s shocking eyewitness account takes you where few true crime books ever go: inside the heart of a serial murder investigation and trial.

Inside Alcatraz: My Time on the Rock by Jim Quillen: Jim Quillen, AZ586 – a runaway, problem child and petty thief – was jailed several times before his twentieth birthday. In August 1942, after escaping from San Quentin, he was arrested on the run and sentenced to forty-five years in prison, and later transferred to Alcatraz.

This is the true story of life inside America’s most notorious prison – from terrifying times in solitary confinement to daily encounters with ‘the Birdman’, and what really happened during the desperate and deadly 1946 escape attempt.

Go Down Together: The True, Untold Story of Bonnie and Clyde by Jeff Guinn: Forget everything you think you know about Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker. Previous books and films, including the brilliant 1967 movie starring Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway, have emphasized the supposed glamour of America’s most notorious criminal couple, thus contributing to ongoing mythology. The real story is completely different — and far more fascinating.

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Top 10 Horror Movies, like, EVER (reissued)

10. THE MIST

In 2007, writer/director Frank Darabont once again proved he does his best work when adapting master of literary horror Stephen King (after The Green Mile and solid gold masterpiece The Shawshank Redemption), this time turning to pure horror with one of the author’s lesser-known early novellas. The result is another tour-de-force cinematic blueprint, a taut, harrowing tale of humanity pushed far beyond the brink by unexplained supernatural events and the monstrous lengths normal people will go to to stay alive, as a small-town New England supermarket is cut off from the outside world by a mysterious, monster-filled mist. The Expanse’s Thomas Jane proves a complex hero, beefy yet vulnerable as local artist David Drayton, leading a high-calibre cast of Stephen King-movie/TV regulars – Jeffrey DeMunn (The Green Mile), Andre Braugher (Salem’s Lot), William Sadler (The Shawshank Redemption) and Frances Sternhagen (Misery) – and “newcomers” – Laurie Holden (who must have really impressed Darabont, since he subsequently cast her alongside DeMunn in The Walking Dead), Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy’s Toby Jones (as one of the most unorthodox action heroes in cinematic history) and Miller’s Crossing’s Marcia Gay Harden, pretty much stealing the film as deeply unhinged Bible-basher Mrs Carmody, who goes from unsavoury town nut to fervent cult leader as the situation grows increasingly desperate. Darabont once again proves what an exceptional screen storyteller he can be, effortlessly weaving an atmosphere of mounting dread and knife-edge tension, as well as delivering some nightmarish set-pieces featuring magnificent Lovecraft-inspired beasties designed by The Walking Dead’s creature effects master Greg Nicotero. When cinematic horror was becoming increasingly saturated with “gorno” Saw-derivatives, this was a welcome return to old-fashioned monster movie thrills (Darabont himself was heavily inspired by the monochrome scary movies of his childhood, and longed to make the film in black-and-white – indeed, this is definitely worth watching at least once in the “director’s cut” B&W version he included on the special edition DVD release), and not only proved one of the best examples of King on screen to date, but also one of THE key horror movies of the “Noughties”. Not least thanks to that ending, one of the greatest sucker punch twists of all time – reputedly King was most envious of Darabont on seeing it for the first time, wishing he’d thought it up himself. Coming from the King of Horror, that’s high praise indeed.

9. 30 DAYS OF NIGHT

When Steve Niles, the undisputable master of post-modern horror comics, originally came up with the concept for his definitive work, it was intended for the big screen, but he ultimately wound up committing it to print because he just couldn’t get anyone to produce it. Interesting, then, that the comic’s runaway success led to its optioning by Sam Raimi and his production company Ghost House Pictures, Niles adapting the first volume alongside Stuart Beattie and Brian Nelson, with Hard Candy director David Slade at the helm. Of course, the concept was always a killer – for one month every year, the sun never rises over the Alaskan town of Barrow, a fact that a coven of hungry vampires have decided to exploit in a midwinter free-for-all feeding frenzy. Josh Hartnett manfully crumbles in what remains his best role as town sheriff Eben Olemaun, ably supported by Melissa George as his estranged fire-marshal wife Stella, Memento/Batman Begins’ Mark Boone Junior as hard-as-nails town loner Bo, Ben Foster (one of my very favourite actors) as a mysterious drifter with a dark agenda, and Danny Huston, who created one of the best ever screen vampires with nihilistic pack leader Marlow. It’s ironic that David Slade should have followed this with Twilight film Eclipse (although he was an inspired choice – after all, it’s the one that DOESN’T suck) – this is about as far removed from the toothless, blood-lite young adult series as you can get, an unrelenting, gore-drenched exercise in relentless carnage and ice-cold terror. These vamps wouldn’t be caught (ahem) dead sparkling – they’re man-shaped mako sharks, all dead black eyes and jagged teeth, gleefully revelling in slaughter and playing sadistic games of cat and mouse with the isolated townsfolk. This is definitely not a movie for the faint of heart, and it takes itself deadly seriously right through the unapologetically bleak ending, but it is nonetheless an endlessly rewarding thrill ride for the faithful, paying respect to all the great conventions of the genre while simultaneously ripping them to shreds. Brutal, bloody and brilliant, this is BAR NONE the best vampire movie of the post-Interview age, and very nearly my all-time favourite EVER ...

8. POLTERGEIST

1982 saw the release of TWO of my all-time fave horror movies, and the lesser (but no less awesome) of the two is what I personally consider to be THE DEFINITIVE haunted house movie. Tobe Hooper, director of the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre, pretty much reinvented ghosts on the big screen with this thrilling tale of a small-town-American family, the Freelings, whose seemingly perfect home comes under the influence of a powerful supernatural force. At first the effects are harmless – moving furniture and the like – until a night-time thunderstorm signals a terrifying escalation and younger daughter Carol-Anne (Heather O’Rourke) is sucked through a portal into the spirit world. Long before he was the dad in The Incredibles, Craig T. Nelson had already become a pretty definitive cuddly American screen father as Steven Freeling, while JoBeth Williams is a lioness defending her cubs as mother Diane; then-newcomer Heather O’Rourke, meanwhile, is a naturalistic revelation as Carol-Anne, her innocent delivery of “They’re here!” becoming a genuine geek phenomenon all on its own, but the film’s real runaway performance comes from Zelda Rubinstein as diminutive Southern belle psychic medium Tangina Barrons, whose every screen moment is a quirky joy. As you’d expect, Hooper’s scares are flawlessly executed, the atmospheric tension ratcheted with consummate skill, even if the director’s characteristic gore is kept to a PG-13-friendly minimum ... then again, this was a summer offering from Back to the Future producers Frank Marshall and Steven Spielberg himself, who was also the main screenwriter. Indeed, his influence is keenly felt throughout – the suburban world the Freelings inhabit is very much in keeping with Spielberg classics like Close Encounters of the Third Kind and E.T. – and there have been consistent rumours that he was all but the de-facto director on set. The film (along with its sequels) has also gained a reputation for being cursed, with no less than FOUR cast members dying not long after (most notably Dominique Dunne, who played elder Freeling daughter Dana, who was murdered by her boyfriend just five months after the film’s release). Whatever the truth behind these rumours, there’s no denying this is a cracking film – taut, atmospheric and consistently terrifying while also displaying a playful, quirky sense of humour and lots of heart, it remains one of the most rewarding and entertaining screen ghost stories around.

7. BUBBA HO-TEP

Bruce Campbell is Elvis Presley! He really is! Although maybe he isn’t ... all right, TECHNICALLY he’s Sebastian Haff, a washed-up, long-retired Elvis impersonator languishing in a retirement home who claims he really IS the King (apparently he swapped places with the REAL Haff because he’d grown tired of fame). Meanwhile one of his fellow residents is an old black man who claims he’s the real JFK, maintaining that President Lyndon Johnson had him dyed black and secreted in anonymity with a bag of sand sewn into the gap in his brain ... confused yet? Well hold on, cuz there’s more – the retirement home in question has been invaded by the malevolent spirit of a cursed soul-sucking mummy, and only these two fallen heroes can save the day ... yup, writer/director Don (Phantasm and John Dies At the End) Coscarelli’s initially criminally overlooked but deservedly seriously cult adaptation of Joe R. Lansdale’s novel is as typically oddball as the rest of his filmography. It’s also his most moving and spiritual work to date – behind all the supernatural weirdness and quirky, offbeat humour this is a deeply-affecting meditation on the pains of growing old and losing your place in the world. Bruce Campbell’s Elvis/Haff is a tragic hero, regretting his current lot and pining for former glories, but he still has the odd little twinkle of his former charm and bravado (particularly during his interactions with his nurse, played with spiky gutsiness by Ella Joyce), while screen legend Ossie Davis is stately and charismatic as “the former President Kennedy”, even when he sounds REALLY crazy. Meanwhile the creature, “Bubba Ho-Tep” himself (Bob Ivy), is a fantastically weird creation, Coscarelli’s skilful use of atmospherics elevating him far above the “guy-in-a-suit” effects – he’s mean, cranky, and just as strong a character as his flesh-and-blood counterparts. Coscarelli really let rip on this one – it’s chock-full of his characteristic leftfield comic-scariness (Elvis/Haff’s early encounter with one of the mummy’s scarab familiars is a particular zany gem), visually inventive and frequently laugh-out-loud hilarious, but in the end plays out on such a heartfelt, genuinely powerful and moving denouement that you can’t help getting a lump in your throat, even while it is one of those movies that leaves you with a big dumb goofy grin on your face. It’d be pretty sweet if Coscarelli and his mate Paul Giamatti ever get their long-gestating “prequel” Bubba Nosferatu: Curse of the She-Vampires off the ground, but this is one that you can’t help loving all on its own. See this if you’re a Coscarelli fan – it’s his best work to date – see this if you love quirky, unusual and original horror ... hell, see this if you love MOVIES. This is a true GEM, not to be missed.

6. DOG SOLDIERS

My favourite werewolf movie is also easily one of the most offbeat – think The Howling meets Assault On Precinct 13 and you’re pretty close to the mark. Before visionary British horror director Neil Marshall had his big break with masterpiece The Descent, he made an impressive cult splash with his feature debut, a fiendish comedy horror in which a six-man British Army unit on training manoeuvres in the wilds of Scotland stumbles upon a pack of hungry werewolves and are forced to take shelter in an isolated cottage. With their ammo dwindling and their weapons largely ineffective against the monsters (not a silver bullet between them, of course), it doesn’t look likely that ANY of will survive the night ... setting the humour dial for JET BLACK, Marshall keeps the atmosphere tense and the substantial gore flying (I was amazed when I saw this in the cinema that it was only a 15 – even just ten years earlier stuff like this was GUARANTEED a solid 18 certificate), while the squaddies are a likeably foul-mouthed bunch with a winning, sometimes enjoyably geeky line in spiky banter (Marshall makes frequent references to everything from Star Trek and The Evil Dead to The Matrix and, in one of my favourite nods, Zulu). Trainspotting’s Kevin McKidd is brawny but enjoyably self-deprecating as nominal hero Cooper, Sean (son of Doctor Who Jon) Pertwee gives great earthy-shoutiness as Sgt. Wells, Darren Morfitt consistently steals the film as mouthy little bugger “Spoon” (short for Witherspoon), and Game Of Thrones star Liam Cunningham injects a strong dose of dark and dangerous as Captain Ryan, the special forces operative with a sinister plan, while Emma Cleasby is far from just a token female as zoologist Megan, who came to Scotland in search of the legend and seems to have found a whole lot more than she bargained for – she’s smart, tough and flat-out refuses to be a love interest, and definitely proved a good trial run for Marshall’s all-female cast in The Descent. It’s impressively paced – after an initial character-driven set-up so we can get to know the lads (including a fun little scare-on-top-of-a-laugh moment), the action kicks in fast and rarely lets up for the rest of the film’s tightly-packed 105 minute running time. The set pieces are thrilling and frequently fun (particularly Spoon’s ballsy little distraction technique), and the werewolves are impressively brought to life through physical animatronics created by Image FX (the Hellraiser effects team!) and a talented troupe of stilt-walking stunt performers – no cheesy CGI here! Altogether it marked a blinding debut for a singular, visionary sci-fi/horror talent who’s still making his presence felt – Doomsday was a delightfully old-school slice of super violent sci-fi in the John Carpenter vein, while tight, gruesome little Roman-era suspense thriller Centurion proved that a historical epic doesn’t have to be 2+ hours long with a big budget to impress, and Marshall continues to garner real acclaim through his extensive TV work on the likes of Game of Thrones. That said, I can’t wait for him to return to the big screen, preferably with more dark, edgy, blood-soaked fun like this ...

5. TREMORS

I’ve always had something of a bias towards horror movies that are also comedies, or at least that have a strong sense of humour throughout, and when it comes to funny horror movies, this brilliant throwback to cheesy 1950s monster movies is KING, baby! While it snuck in under the radar on its 1990 release, director Ron Underwood’s sleeper universally wowed critics, word of mouth helping it to become an impressive cult smash once it hit home video ... which meant I saw it at JUST the right time, the film quickly becoming a firm fixture in my favourites lists and a major milestone in my own geek development. The premise is simplicity itself – giant underground worms with tentacles in their mouths terrorise an isolated desert community – but underneath the goofy concept is a surprisingly sophisticated movie that continues to influence filmmakers today. Kevin Bacon was in a bit of a career slump at the time (Footloose had been SO LONG before), but this gave him both the shot in the arm he needed and one of his most memorable roles ever – odd-jobbing slacker Val McKee, who has to get off his arse and think big to beat the beasties; Fred Ward is the perfect foil as Val’s crotchety “business” partner Earl Basset, while Finn Carter is thoroughly lovable as scientist Rhonda LeBeck, a no-nonsense smart girl who can go toe-to-toe with the boys (and manages to lose her pants WITHOUT losing her credibility), but the film is consistently stolen by Family Ties star Michael Gross as tightly wound survivalist Burt Gummer – this might be Bacon’s movie, but Gross is the real star, deservedly becoming the driving force of the film’s various sequels AND the spinoff TV series. The film opens with a killer of a funny line, starting as it means to go on – frequently hilarious and smart as a whip, consistently defying character and genre tropes and wrong-footing the viewer almost a decade before Joss Whedon started doing the same with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, all the while balancing the belly laughs with some genuinely scary set pieces. The worms themselves (or “Graboids”, if you want to get specific) are spectacular creations, some of the most original movie monsters out there, and they still stand up well today, just like the rest of the film. A cornerstone of the genre that wins over new fans with each generation, this is one of those films that deserves to be remembered for a very long time, and looks set to do just that.

4. EVIL DEAD 2: DEAD BY DAWN

Nobody does screen chaos like Sam Raimi, particularly when it comes to his horror offerings – still his first and purest love. His original debut feature The Evil Dead is rightly considered the DEFINITIVE indie horror, and to this day remains the standard blueprint for all young, aspiring directors starting out in the genre ... it’s also a work of pure, unadulterated MADNESS once it gets going. Raimi upped the ante with this part-remake, part-sequel, the increased budget and proper studio resources meaning he could REALLY let his imagination run riot, and the results are a cavalcade of tongue-clean-THROUGH-cheek, jet black comedic insanity that STILL has yet to be equalled. Bruce Campbell returns as unlikely “hero” Ash Williams, thoroughly out of his depth and failing miserably to hold it together as the ancient tome of evil itself, the Necronomicon Ex-Mortis (“Book of the Dead”), unleashes a horde of undead demons on the isolated forest cabin he’s brought his girlfriend to. Wildly expanding on the supernatural back-story of his original, Raimi and co-writer Scott Spiegel also ramped up the humour, playing the horror on the blackest edge they can, albeit cut with a hefty dose of Tex Avery – Ash’s battle with his own possessed, eventually severed hand is like some demented skit out of The Three Stooges, while the absolute comedic highlight is the ridiculously over-the-top “laughing room” sequence, in which the seemingly inanimate objects in the cabin suddenly come to life and begin to taunt Ash; add in the great wealth of re-view-friendly visual in-jokes scattered throughout and this remains Raimi’s FUNNIEST film to date. Campbell clearly had a ball, throwing himself into the action with everything he had, and he’s ably supported by a meaty (ahem) cast that includes a very pre-Slither Dan Hicks as a seriously scuzzy redneck and Raimi’s own brother Ted, virtually unrecognisable as one of the maniacal Deadites (“I’ll swallow your soul!”). The creature effects from the great Greg Nicotero still stand up spectacularly well today (they remain some of his very best work), from hideous gurning beasts to insane fountains of blood, while Raimi’s direction is pitch-perfect, playing the humour beautifully while still (sometimes simultaneously) building up a near-unbearable atmosphere of unholy dread, and the climax is ingenious, beautifully setting things up for the enjoyably madcap trilogy-closer Army of Darkness: the Medievil Dead. Raimi has finally brought the trilogy the follow-up fans had been waiting decades for with the fantastically bonkers Ash Vs. the Evil Dead series, but this delirious masterpiece remains the franchise’s zenith. Groovy ...

3. JAWS

It may be the oldest film on this list (released in 1975, it’s THREE YEARS OLDER than I am!), but Steven Spielberg’s breakthrough feature has aged incredibly well. Indeed, it almost single-handedly changed the face of big budget cinema, establishing the idea of tent-pole summer blockbusters and blanket-bombardment advertising campaigns (in particularly it was one of the first to make heavy use of television to drum up excitement and interest), ultimately taking over $400,000,000 on its original release (the equivalent of multi-billion big earners like Avatar today) and paving the way for Star Wars two years later. Not to mention the film’s famous negative effect on beach-going for years after ... but under all that there’s a magnificent, masterfully-crafted film, still (rightly) considered one of the director’s best. The plot may be ridiculously simple – New England beach-community Amity Island is terrorised by a man-eating Great White shark – but there’s a stealthily subversive story here, taking old genre conventions and twisting them in new, unexpected directions (which would, ironically, form a template for a great many later horror movies); while the first hour is a slow-burn thriller, the second is more like a light-hearted nautical action adventure with added scares. The French Connection’s Roy Scheider virtually CREATED the everyman-out-of-his-depth hero with his portrayal of Amity police chief Martin Brody, a former New York cop who’s terrified of the water, Richard Dreyfuss is lovable comedic gold as rich kid marine biologist Matt Hooper, Lorraine Gary did a lot with very little as Brody’s wife Ellen, and Robert Shaw effortlessly steals the film as shark hunter Quint, a ferocious, scenery-chewing force of nature in the mould of Moby Dick’s Captain Ahab. The film is immensely rich in great character moments, from Hooper’s rib-tickling arrival on the island and the dialogue-free moment Brody shares with his younger son Sean, to the undeniable high point of the film, where a humorous comparison of scars (which has itself become a popular homage-magnet in film and TV) leads to Quint chilling account of his wartime experience onboard the U.S.S. Indianapolis (the ship transporting the Hiroshima atomic bomb which was torpedoed in the Pacific, leading to over a thousand stranded sailors being eaten alive by sharks); indeed, this is one of Spielberg’s most well-written films, sitcom writer Carl (The Odd Couple) Gottlieb’s polish of author Peter Benchley’s adaptation of his own original novel still zipping and zinging today, although some of the best dialogue was derived from the actors’ own on-set improvisations (most famously Scheider’s now-legendary “We’re gonna need a bigger boat.”). It’s also one of his most well-directed, with near-hypnotic tricks in editing and bold, adventurous choices in atmosphere-building, often a result of the shoot’s infamous difficulties – the animatronic shark (affectionately named “Bruce” by the director, and “the Great White Turd” by the crew) created by Bob Mattley (the guy who did the giant squid in 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea) was impressive when it worked, but this was so rarely that the director had to devise several means of creating maximum tension WITHOUT showing the shark, which ultimately ADDS to the effectiveness of those scenes, particularly the “barrel-chasing” in the second half. None of these tricks, however, work better than the score from Spielberg’s most faithful collaborator, John Williams, based around a deceptively simple four-note melody that evolves into something spectacularly evocative, which has rightly become the film’s most iconic element. Humorous, intriguing, intense and still thoroughly terrifying when it wants to be, this is, bar-none, the finest man-versus-nature horror EVER MADE, and surely always will be.

2. NEAR DARK

I’m a fool for vampires (much like I’m a fool for redheads, but that’s a whole other conversation), so bloodsucker horror is one of my very favourite sub-genres. I’m also a big fan of Kathryn Bigelow – two of her most recent features, The Hurt Locker and Zero Dark Thirty, both pinged VERY LOUDLY on my radar (the former is my favourite war movie of the current decade), while her collaboration with then husband James Cameron, Strange Days (he wrote, she directed), rates high on my list of criminally underrated screen gems. So what do you think happened when she made a vampire movie? The results SHOULD have become one of the most celebrated and legendary features in the genre ... except that it came out in October 1987, two months after the admittedly cool and fun but far more glossy and dumb The Lost Boys. Needless to say in the wake of that, Bigelow’s film got kind of lost in the back chatter, nearly flopping at the box office and all but vanishing into obscurity ... until its subsequent release on video (quite rightly) earned it an impressive cult following. Myself included, because this movie is RIGHT UP my dark and dangerous alley. Collaborating with The Hitcher’s screenwriter Eric Red, Bigelow crafted a (largely) deadly serious modern day supernatural “western”, in which cocky farm-boy Caleb Colton (Heroes’ Adrian Pasdar) hits on cute drifter Mae (Jenny Wright, probably best known for her supporting turn in Young Guns 2), only to get WAY more than he bargained for when her kiss leaves him with a crippling hunger and one serious tanning problem. Pasdar’s all-knowing youthful swagger disintegrates as he tumbles further down the vampiric rabbit hole, while Wright’s fragile beauty compliments her character’s deep, soulful melancholy – the pair make for a compelling, tragic romantic centre anchoring the horrors that unfold as Caleb begins to lose himself to his burgeoning nature; even so, the true dark and twisted soul of the film lies with Mae’s predatory nomad “family” – Lance Henriksen is the definitive “dark father” as nihilistic pack leader Jesse Hooker, while his Aliens co-star Jenette Goldstein is his perfect mate as punk rock femme fatale Diamondback, and Joshua John Miller excels as Homer, the bitter old man trapped in a child’s body ... meanwhile Bill Paxton consistently steals the film as mad dog Severen, chewing the scenery to splinters with gleeful, feral aplomb and stealing all the best lines. It’s a potent, heady ride, taking itself pretty seriously throughout but deriving a subtle, inky black sense of gallows humour from the situation, and the set-pieces are intense and thrilling (particularly the shootout in a roadside motel at dawn, where shafts of sunlight become as lethal as bullets). At times it’s also powerful, soulful and bleakly beautiful, Bigelow’s heavily stylised visuals brilliantly augmented by the spiky electronic score from Tangerine Dream. It also subverts the classic vampire conventions with great skill and originality, with nary a cross, coffin or even fang in sight. Like 30 Days of Night, this is the perfect antidote for anyone suffering from Twilight-overload – the monster can be quite interesting when he’s the hero, but he’s just so much more fun when he’s the bad guy ...

1. JOHN CARPENTER’S THE THING

While I’m sure many will think I’m mad for preferring this over Carpenter’s other seminal horror classic Halloween, this one’s much more my speed, a perfect exercise in sustained tension, paranoia and white-knuckle terror. Critically mauled and under-performing on its release (it was labelled by many as a sort of “anti-E.T.: the Extraterrestrial”, which came out two weeks earlier ... and interestingly this opened the same day as Blade Runner!), it nonetheless became a massive cult hit now rightly considered one of the true DEFINITIVE horror movies. Faithfully adapting John Campbell, Jr.’s novella Who Goes There? (certainly more so than Howard Hawks’ admittedly entertaining but ultimately very kitsch The Thing From Another World), it revolves around the all-male crew of U.S. research station 4, Outpost 31, in Antarctica, who come under threat from a body-snatching alien entity that can perfectly imitate its victims after investigating the mysterious destruction of a neighbouring Norwegian facility. Carpenter regular Kurt Russell (Escape From New York, Big Trouble In Little China) is at his gruff best as helicopter pilot R.J. MacReady, the taciturn blue-collar Joe called upon to play “hero”, Keith David (Pitch Black, Carpenter’s They Live) angrily flexes his acting and physical muscles as hot-tempered researcher Childs, Donald Moffat crumbles as ineffectual station commander Garry, and screen legend Wilford Brimley effortlessly makes the exposition compelling as tightly-wound biologist Blair. The freezing Antarctic atmosphere perfectly complements the razor-edged suspense, the idea that ANYONE could be the creature lending every scene a palpable sense of implied threat, while the science of the fiction is thankfully largely put on the back-burner in favour of the story and scares; meanwhile there’s a cheeky edge of jet black humour throughout, from the scuttling disembodied head to Garry’s explosive reaction to MacReady’s improvised humanity-test. Rob (The Howling, Robocop, Fight Club) Bottin’s fantastically nightmarish creature effects are a magnificent achievement, still looking as good today as they did back in 1982, while master composer Ennio Morricone’s subtle, atmospheric score is a triumph of creepy, insidious subliminal effect. For me, this film is the definition of fear – the idea that the threat could be literally ANYONE, that you could even become that yourself, be taken over completely, body and soul, is absolutely terrifying, and Carpenter executes this potential reality with surgical precision from the intriguing, icy start to the bleak, desolate ending. Perfect.

#the mist #30 days of night #poltergeist #bubba ho-tep #dog soldiers #tremors #evil dead 2 #Jaws #near dark #John Carpenter's The Thing #my favourite horror movies #quality horror #Top Tens #decided I wanted to redo this properly cause finally got the hang of this mess

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Midnight Snack - Sheriff Brackett x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You’ve had a crush on your best friend Annie’s dad since high school. Now that you’re leaving for college, things reach a boiling point... and Brackett can’t get you out of his head.

@chari-koopa whew this was so freaking hot to write hnnng

"I really appreciate you helping with the move."

You enter Annie's house, a doorway you've been through too many times to count, and grin, grabbing you both a cider from the fridge.

"I'm not about to leave you with some creepy mover guys who'll probably try to grope you."

"Thanks, hun. You're a real pal."

You giggle and toss Annie some scissors. She cuts an empty wine box open, and the two of you get to work.

"When we get to college," Annie says, "We're gonna take the entire campus by storm."

"Like how? Like we're gonna fuck our way through the campus population?" you ask.

"Exactly," Annie nods, and you look off.

"Yeah." Annie glances over at you.

"Maybe just me. My dad won't be there, so you'll be shit out of luck."

"Guess I'll just have to make use of our last night in town."

Annie makes a face. "Do it in his squad car or something, I don't need to fucking hear that."

"What about the squad car?"

You both jump, turning to see Sheriff Brackett coming in the front. You feel a wave of arousal-- he's got the top two buttons of his uniform undone, and his aviators make him look like a force to be reckoned with. Of course, the fuzzy man underneath shows through as he takes his hat off and gives a proud smile. "Did you girls really notice? I got it in for a car wash, looks nice and shiny now."

Annie busts laughing, and you have to fight not to as well. The poor guy looks utterly clueless as Annie pats him on the back. He shakes his head.

"I'll never understand you two," he sighs, grabbing himself some water, "Just as well. Guess some things never change."

You watch him go, and Annie snaps in front of your face.

"Back to business, baby. Let's go up to my room, start on my closet."

"Right."

As you head up the stairs, the Sheriff looks back to check the clock, catching a glimpse of your tight little shorts in doing so. He looks away quickly, swallowing.

After a good solid hour and a half of working on packing up her room, Sheriff Brackett calls up that dinner's ready.

"Well, I was gonna make some of my famous homemade potato chip and corn casserole, yes Annie-- with whole grain pasta-- but I figured to hell with that, it's your last night here at home!"

"Dad--" Annie warns, and her dad hushes her as he pops open a box on the table.

"Nice cheesy pizza! That should pack the calories on good."

You smile, taking a slice. "Thanks, Mr. Brackett."

"No sweat at all, honey."

You sigh to yourself, and Annie smirks across the table. Her dad busies himself with chowing down on the first slice. Annie sparks up conversation.

"So Paul from chem has serious big dick energy," she says to you, "I wonder if I should keep seeing him even after we start college."

You shrug. "He seems really into you. I think you should." You start to smirk. "Mr. Brackett, you have big dick energy." He looks up, startled.

"I, I what, sweetheart?"

"Don't torture him, (y/n)."

"Big dick energy," you repeat. Brackett looks absolutely baffled.

"Well, I try not to be a dick, I mean--”

“No, not like--”

Annie changes the subject. "Halloween's coming up. What are you gonna be, babe?"

"Mmmm cheerleader maybe."

"Slutty cheerleader?"

"The sluttiest."

"That's my girl, leave nothing to the imagination."

Sheriff Brackett coughs, and you kick Annie under the table with a grin.

Annie folds her hands. "Well regardless, I know my dad'll like the costume."

"Annie!" Sheriff Brackett blushes harder than you had ever seen that poor man blush as she gets up to grab the napkins. He takes a seat across from you, flustered and in a panic. "Sorry 'bout her, she's.... I don't know where she gets these... it's just so unfounded--"

You watch him stammer and go red, and at last you put him out of his misery. "It's fine."

"--Cause I just want you to know, I don't... I wouldn't--"

"Hey. I don't mind." The way you say it gives him pause, but he brushes it off.

"Okay. Well, eat up, I've got another one on the counter if we're all real hungry enough."

On one hand, you feel guilty about teasing a kind man who obviously strives to be the best possible version of himself. On the other hand, he's fucking hot, and you can't lie to yourself about how much you want him anymore. Besides, you're convinced he's got a wild side somewhere deep in there. Probably where he stores all his deepest secrets...

You're honestly surprised too, how well Annie took it that you had a crush on her dad. You had told her back in eleventh grade, when the both of you were too drunk to have any sort of filter. Of course, at first, she had been a nightmare about it-- she wouldn't speak to you for a month. She had demanded you tell her if you had slept with him, which you assured her, had never happened. Then she realized how ridiculous she was being, and had actively been trying to set you up since.

"Mr. Brackett?" You look up at him, and he looks at you, mouth full of pizza.

"Mm, yeah? What is it, sweetie?"

You reach your hand across the table, and put it on his. He swallows his food.

"I'm about to go off to college."

His eyes don't leave your hand. "True."

"And..." you bite your lip, working up the courage to tell him. "I just wanted you to know..."

Annie comes back in to set the table, and you retract your hand slowly.

----

After dinner, you go up to Annie's room to watch bad horror movies.

"Have you ever seen Rob Zombie's 31?" Annie asks, grabbing her remote.

"No, put it on."

Annie gets up on her bed, and looks around her bare walls, save for the TV. The finger painting of the high school principal was still there below Annie's windowsill from when Lynda had been high off her ass. The dent was still there behind Annie's headboard from when she lost her virginity. All the shit from growing up was still around, and it was bittersweet to leave it.

"Fucking weird."

You take off your shorts, looking for your pajama top. "I know, right? I basically grew up here with you."

"I'm gonna miss it, in a way. Hey, you wanna borrow one of my tops?"

"You mean Paul? He's not my type." Annie rolls her eyes, and you laugh. "I was sure I brought my cami. Lemme just check the hall for it."

You head out into the dark hallway, and kick around for the top.

Here it is. You dropped it on the top step. Bending over in your panties, you pick it up, and take your daytime top off, exposing your bra. You can change quickly before--

"Oh my god," you hear behind you, and you whip around to see Sheriff Brackett standing outside the bathroom door, toothbrush in hand. "I didn't see anything," he blurts, and you giggle, covering your breasts for his sake only.

"Like em?"

He stutters harder than a nail gun. "I, I really couldn't say..."

"Oh?"

He's not playing your game. "Goodnight, (y/n)."

"Sweet dreams, Mr. Brackett!"

"Yeah, you too."

You watch him bump into a wall, since he's got his hands over his eyes. You chance a look down to see if he's hard, but in the dark you can't tell if that's a bulge or just creases. Grinning to yourself, you put your top on, and head back to Annie's room.

"He--"

Annie holds up a hand. "Spare me the details, please. He's still my dad."

You two flick on the movie, and snuggle in.

----

Your eyes open. You lean over to look at the clock blearily, and see that it's 1:05 in the morning. Yawning, you look over to find the movie's special features playing, and Annie fast asleep from the day's labor. Turning back over, you realize your throat is dry. You'd have no trouble finding your way down in the dark for some water, and possibly a snackie or two.

Down the hall, Sheriff Brackett is tossing and turning through his dream.

Fuck... your ass looks so good in his dream, in a cheerleader skirt. The skirt barely covers the bottom of it, and you're otherwise naked under a baggy Haddonfield varsity jacket, that hangs partially open.

He vaguely remembers offering to do up the buttons of the jacket, or you'll catch a chill, but he's weak. He wants you to take it all off.

God, yes...

His hand rubs down your shoulder, down your stomach, then rubs between your legs. Suddenly the setting has changed; you're bent over his squad car, tits pressed flat against the hood. He's dressed in his full sheriff's uniform, aviator sunglasses on. Anyone could drive by at any time and see just what you're doing.

"You want this, hun?" he murmurs to you in a fog of lust, rubbing his clothed cock against your ass. "Let me show you what little sluts get in my town."

"Mff," the Sheriff groans in bed, body responding to that part of the dream.

"Fuck yeah," he can hear you moan, "Fuck me so good. Fuck me, daddy, I need you inside me, teaching me a lesson."

Brackett's hips plunge forward as he rocks them, imagining how he'd keep you pressed there, telling you to take what he gives. He keeps getting harder and harder, and lets out a breathless moan as he already feels an orgasm approach. You flip onto your back, and lick your lips like a vixen, encouraging him in broad daylight.

"Come on me?"

"Unf..." Brackett mumbles into his pillow, and rocks his hips forward, pushing his cock against the mattress as he throbs for release.

"Please, please, Sheriff Brackett, sir, I've been so fuckin’ bad."

In the dream, he unzips himself, and finally opens your legs, burying himself into your tight heat on the hood of his car-

"Jesus!"

He shoots up in bed, running a hand through his mussed hair. He turns the bedside lamp on, catching his breath. Your tits still ensnare his mind, and he rubs his eyes. Then he feels the weight between his legs, and looks down to find himself with a painful erection, precum soaking through his boxers. When he has the opportunity, he sleeps commando, but on nights when Annie was home or she had guests, he doesn't for obvious reasons. He can still see the outline of his bulge though, and feel how far gone he was.

"Aw. Damn it all to hell," he grumbles, and sucks in a quick breath as the sheets brush against him. Well, at least he didn't finish all over the bedding. He had been getting pretty close there.

Images of you flash through his head, that smirk you always give him, your innocent little blink, the way you licked the sauce from your fingertips tonight, god, what he wouldn't give to see you blow him.

"You sir, need to calm down and go back to sleep," he says aloud, rubbing his eyes again, "That's your daughter's best friend."

He knew as well as any after years of experience though, that an erection like this one would not go away easily, but he could at least try to stave off taking care of it til he got up, so he could blame it on morning wood.

He gets up, out of bed, and scratches his stomach as he walks downstairs for a midnight sweet treat. Even though Annie would skewer him come morning for snacking after pizza, maybe a little sugar would help get his mind off his situation.

"Shit and carry seven," he mutters, noticing a light in the kitchen in front of him. He sees you, perfectly presented in lacy panties, bending over to grab something from the fridge. Your curves, and cute little ass throw him into another meltdown that almost sends him running back upstairs... but you turn, spoon hanging from your mouth.

"Mr. Brackett?"

He swallows, tries to appear nonchalant. "(y/n)!" He leans against the counter and crosses his legs. "What, uh, what're you doing up, sweetheart?"

You shrug sheepishly. "I was hungry. Hope you don't mind, I... had some ice cream."

He shakes his head. "I was just on my way for some myself. Don’t tell Annie-- she wants me to lose the stomach, but I figure, at my age, ice cream and sticky buns aren't such a crime."

"I think you look great," you walk toward him and rub a hand against his stomach. "I wouldn't change a thing." His breath hitches.

"Well thank you."

"So you really don't mind?" you gesture to the ice cream with a pout.

"You know anything in this place is yours too."

You lick the dripping spoon. "...Anything?"

He stops, scratches his head, and jerks a thumb back. "You enjoy the ice cream, I think I’ll--"

"Didn't you want some too?" you murmur, and walk forward with the carton. You take a spoonful, and reach it out to his mouth. He opens his lips and takes it, and you watch him lick it all off, sharp eyes never leaving you.

"Mm. Good, right?"

"Uh huh."

"You look like you'd be very talented at eating a woman out, Mr. Brackett." Your hands reach around to slide down his ass before he can blabber his way out of this one. "...When was the last time you made a woman feel real good?"

"Umm," he mumbles, transfixed by you. You feel his hips bump forward, and you take another spoonful of ice cream, licking it off yourself. Then, with the sweet taste of vanilla still in your mouth, you lean up and kiss him. He exhales desperately, hands flying to your back to squeeze you to him, and you lick along his bottom lip before getting to his tongue, sharing the taste. Your left hand reaches down to palm him in his pants, and the reaction he gives was worth the wait.

"Kiddo, I just want you to..." his voice is shaky as he breaks away. He's fighting hard to control himself, you can tell. "I just want you to be very sure of all this if we..."

"I've been wanting you to fuck me forever, sir," you tell him, "I'm pretty sure."

"Forever's a long time, (y/n)..."

"I know. That's how long I've been waiting, picturing your hands all over my body. Don't keep me waiting anymore."

He picks you up, holding you against the wall as he reaches into his boxers. You pull your panties down, then off one leg, the lacy garments hanging by a single toe. He lines up at your entrance, and kisses you again.

"Tell me to stop at any time, I'll do it, sweetie."

"I don't want you to stop," you breathe desperately, and pull yourself forward to sink down on him. The raspy groan he lets out sends shivers through you, and he grunts as he pulls back and slams back in, fucking you bent over the kitchen counter.

"Hold me down, daddy," you whine, and you swear he mumbles a 'fuck' under his breath.

"You want daddy to do this?" he coos softly, holding you down by the neck against the counter, face pressed to the side. His grip is gentle, but you love the control he has. It's so different from the way you usually see him-- this mist be what he's like on a job.

His voice is calm, level, bringing you back to earth, grounding you.

"Daddy's gonna fuck you good. Fuck you real good, sweetie, that's right..." His grip tightens, and you bite your lip hard as you roll back again and again, listening to his short grunts and drawn out groans of pleasure.

"Please... please... Mr. Brackett, oh my god," you whisper, and he braces himself on the counter, breath coming out in hard pants just like yours. You glance back, and he looks debauched, hair falling out of his tightly wound ponytail and falling around his face.

"Keep your face forward honey, you're gonna get a sore neck," he admonishes softly, and you moan, pressing your cheek to the table again.

Brackett tries to hurry up. If Annie were to ever come down and see this, she would never let him hear the end of it.

Brackett's thrusts start to get sloppy. He's trying to keep quiet, but it's hard, and you have to bite your fist. You want to moan his name, tell him how good he is.

"Grab my tits," you moan.

"W-what?"

"My tits, play with my tits," you groan, and fumbling a little, Brackett reaches forward, and massages them in his hand.

"Oh god," he mutters, and you feel your orgasm threaten to explode.

"Sweetie, sweetie, (y/n), fuck babygirl," Brackett whispers, "Babygirl, that feels so good..."

You look back, lips swollen and eyes half lidded. "May I please come, sir?"

He leans forward, mustache tickling your cheek. "You can do whatever your little heart desires, princess."

"Ohgod," you cry, and come hard on his cock. He slams his hips into you twice more, and pulls out quickly, jerking off onto your ass. You feel it hit you, and wiggle your hips a little, grinning. He sighs in satisfaction, and grabs a roll of paper towel, cleaning you up. You feel some dripping down the backs of your thighs, and he cleans that up too.

"Your pull-out game is strong, Mr. Brackett," you tease, still bent over, casually picking up the ice cream again and digging in. He looks up from where he's cleaning your ass up, eyes wide.

"My... my what?"

You giggle at his mystified expression. "Just kiss me."

He helps you stand up, and cups your cheeks, giving you the most passionate kiss you'd ever received. He sits down at the kitchen table, and you sit down on his lap, lazily making out with him. His hands feel up the curve of your back, down to your ass, then up again to caress your neck, attaching his lips and leaving a mark. You pull away, resting your forehead against his as he gently rests his hands on your hips.

"You're a sweet girl, (y/n)."

"Just sweet?"

"Well... I could use some other words, but that's the respectful way of putting it. That was really good," he murmurs against your lips.

"Yeah?" you smile.

"I haven't come that hard since I was your age."

You snap his waistband, handing him a spoon for the ice cream. "Let's try to outdo ourselves when I come visit for Christmas break, mmkay?"

He takes the spoon as you take yours, and you clink them together, sharing the rest of the tub.

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All The Vampire Diaries and The Originals Easter Eggs in Legacies Season 1

Legacies may have accrued a whole new generation of viewers who've invested in Hope (Danielle Rose Russell), Landon (Aria Shahghasemi), and the Saltzman twins' stories this year, but there are still a bunch of us who got grandfathered in thanks to our obsession with The Vampire Diaries and The Originals.

Luckily for us, while Legacies can definitely stand on its own two feet, several episodes in Season 1 took the time to pay homage to the two series that came before, as well as the beloved characters that are no longer on our screens every week. TV Guide has kept an eagle eye on the lookout for Easter eggs from The Vampire Diaries and The Originals all year,so without further ado, please enjoy this rundown of every reference, big or small, in Legacies Season 1.

1. The Stefan Salvatore (Paul Wesley) Memorial Library (Episode 1). The Salvatore library may have once been a place for Stefan and Damon (Ian Somerhalder) to drink bourbon and make bad choices, but now that the boarding house has been transformed into a school, the library is a popular hangout for students. It's also been renamed The Stefan Salvatore Memorial Library in honor of him sacrificing his life in The Vampire Diaries series finale to save the town of Mystic Falls from Katherine Pierce (Nina Dobrev) and her evil hellfire. The school even built a special case that holds Stefan's journals, his daylight ring, and even the necklace he gave Elena (Nina Dobrev).

2. Teachers summoning hellfire (Episode 1). Speaking of Hellfire, Josie (Kaylee Bryant) mentions in her tour of the school that their chemistry of magic professor accidentally incinerated himself with the stuff. Hellfire played a huge role in The Vampire Diaries series finale, as it was summoned by Katherine Pierce (who'd been cooling her heels in Hell since Stefan murdered her) to destroy Mystic Falls once and for all.

3. "It's not a competition." (Episode 1). In the pilot, M.G. (Quincy Fouse) and Josie have a little talk about Lizzie (Jenny Boyd) staking her claim on Rafael even though he's already clicked with Josie. Josie refuses to feel hurt about her twin beating her to the punch though, telling M.G., "It's not a competition," which is actually a callback to a line from Bonnie Bennett (Kat Graham) in The Vampire Diaries pilot in reference to Elena beating Caroline (Candice King) to the Stefan Salvatore punch.

4. Vervain in the water supply (Episode 1). Also in the premiere was the ever-popular "sheriff slipping vervain into the town water supply" move, which was a habit the former Mystic Falls secret council formed as a means of warding off vampires. This time around, the sheriff happens to be Matt Donovan, who appears to frequently slip vervain into the gas station coffee. Let's just hope he does it to ward off strange vamps instead of the kids at the Salvatore School.

5. The werewolf curse (Episode 1). While explaining the supernatural world to Landon, Alaric (Matthew Davis) makes reference to the werewolf bloodline curse passed down from parent to child, which is triggered when someone with the gene murders a human. While the curse was never fully explored on The Vampire Diaries, The Originals explained its origins as a curse cast by The Hollow in her dying moments on her tribe in retribution for killing her.

6. "Not now, Dana!" (Episode 2). Lizzie's rival at Mystic Falls High, Dana Lilien, is actually a nod to a minor character on The Vampire Diaries, as is Lizzie's line, "Not now, Dana!" at their flag football game. A chipper girl named Dana periodically appeared as a student and fellow-cheerleader on The Vampire Diaries, but she became a bit of an inside joke with the fans after one of her exchanges with Matt ("Not now, Dana!"). She inevitably met her end at Stefan's hand (well, fangs) on Senior Prank Night in Season 3, but, "Not now, Dana!" will live on forever.

7. Bonnie's magical assistance (Episode 5). As always, when our heroes are in a pickle, they call up Bonnie to provide a magical fix it. In this case, Dorian called Bonnie to help him track down and summon a vampire named Oliver who used to be the one true love of a Dryad who'd been thrown into Malivore. This Easter egg was mostly just a name drop, but it confirmed that Bonnie is still alive and still practicing magic.

8. Klaus' time in New Orleans (Episode 7). The Necromancer mentioned in his walk through Hope's subconscious that he spent a great deal of time in New Orleans before the 1920s since Klaus was always good for his business, killing people all the time. That was a subtle nod to the Klaus' murder spree on The Originals which subsequently forced him and Rebekah (Claire Holt) to flee to Chicago in the 1920s when Mikael showed up to hunt them down.

9. Ripper vampires (Episode 7). After discovering some students feeding on townies, Dorian explains what a Ripper is to Kaleb (Chris Lee), defining it as a vampire who is driven by obsession and the gratification of their own desires, even if that means feeding to the last drop and ripping the bodies apart. He says this in reference to Stefan going on Ripper bender with Klaus in 2010 (set between Season 2 and 3 of The Vampire Diaries) and even implies that M.G. is susceptible to becoming one.

10. Damon and Elena's babies (Episode 10). When Lizzie wished for an alternate reality where Hope never came to the Salvatore School, we saw Josie mention Damon and Elena's kids while explaining why the school is so hard up for money. Apparently, the Salvatores had been very generous to the school, but they had their own kids to take care of, confirming that at least in this alternate timeline, Delena had babies! In yet another alternate reality, Josie made mention of Stephanie Salvatore, who is almost definitely Damon and Elena's daughter.

11. Klaus and Caroline as "Enemies of the State" (Episode 10). In Lizzie's wish world where Hope was never born, Klaus turned off his humanity and started a war, outing supernaturals to the world. We saw his face on wanted posters, and a newspaper clipping had drawings of him and Caroline, declaring them enemies of the state. Some super industrious fans even zoomed in on the newspaper and discovered that Caroline was reference as "his wife, Caroline Mikaelson," revealing that in this world, they were married, giving a pretty major nod to the Klaroline romance that never quite got its time in the sun on The Vampire Diaries or The Originals.

12. Kai Parker footnote (Episode 10). When Alaric was researching The Merge, we saw his notes in the margins of the book, The History of the Gemini Coven. Kai Parker's name was scribbled in the margins next to the paragraph explaining The Merge and how the ritual pits twins against one another in a bid to rule the coven. Kai, the last leader of the Gemini coven and the twins' uncle, was the big bad of The Vampire Diaries Season 6, and he was locked away in a prison world (twice) to keep him from wreaking havoc on the world.

13. The painting Hope made with Klaus (Episode 12). While trying to determine who really set the fire that ruined Spring Break three years ago, Hope told Lizzie that the fire destroyed the only painting she ever created with her dad. Considering this fire predated The Originals final season, we can only assume she meant the watercolor painting she made with Klaus the day she first met him in The Originals Season 4.

14. The Crescent Pack (Episode 13). When M.G. went missing on spring break, Hope opted to use a "family recipe" from her mother's wolf pack, the Crescent Pack, that would allow Rafael to access his wolf mind while still in human form. In addition to their ability to turn at will, the Crescent Pack were once under a curse placed on them by Marcel which meant they were only human during the full moon and had to be in wolf form the rest of the month, which would have made this kind of recipe invaluable to them.

15. Caroline's ballgown (Episode 14). To help Hope's bid for the Miss Mystic Falls title, Lizzie lent her a gown that used to belong to her mother Caroline, but both girls only later found out that the dress was actually a gift from Klaus Mikaelson. On The Vampire Diaries, when Klaus was first trying to woo Caroline, he sent her this ballgown along with an invitation to his family's ball with a request to save him a dance.

16. Freya explains The Merge (Episode 15). When Lizzie clued Hope in on The Merge mystery, Hope called her Aunt Freya (Riley Voelkel) to ask if she knew what the ritual was and how it pertained to the Gemini Coven. Freya explained the truth — that Gemini twins have to overtake each other in a ritual when they turn 22 that kills one of them in the process. It's no wonder Freya had the answer given the Mikaelson's familiarity with siphoner witches.

17. The reverse Kyanite ring (Episode 15). After the Crescent Pack elixir muddled Raf's mind, Hope gave him a ring that let him shift into a wolf permanently instead of just on the full moon. She told him it's like a "reverse kyanite ring," which is used to stop wolves from shifting on the full moon. Said rings were developed in Season 1 of The Originals when Klaus was trying to win over the Crescent Pack.

18. "There's always a loophole." (Episode 16). The episode title of the Legacies Season 1 finale was one major homage to the mythology of both The Vampire Diaries and The Originals, which was based on the theory that nature always finds a balance. No supernatural being could ever be truly immortal because nature would create a loophole that provided a way to kill it in order to maintain balance; for the Original vampires that loophole was the white oak wood that could kill them, and for Malivore, it was Hope's existence as a tribrid of the three species that created it.

19. Wickery Bridge (Episode 16). In the season finale, Alaric got stuck behind a roadblock because the Triad blew up Wickery Bridge. Wickery Bridge was a staple of The Vampire Diaries as it was the site of the car crash that claimed the lives of Elena's parents and the crash where she later died and became a vampire. It also happened to be entirely made of white oak, the only wood that can kill an Original vampire, which is why Rebekah burned it to ash in Season 3.

20. The Travelers (Episode 16). The Triad used a creepy blood fountain to nullify the school's magic in the finale, which Alaric revealed to be a creation of a coven of witches called the Travelers. These witches were the big bad of The Vampire Diaries Season 5. A curse had been placed on their line centuries ago that prevented them from ever settling in one place, making them nomads. They specialized in body-jumping, doppelganger magic, and the previously-mentioned magic nullification.

21. The Ascendant (Episode 16). Alaric wasn't just keeping his daughters' Gemini heritage a secret from them, he was also hiding a mystical trinket called the Ascendant in his bookshelf. On The Vampire Diaries, the Ascendant was a magical device that allowed witches to harness a celestial event to create a portal to another world — in this case, the Ascendant Josie found was one she and her sister created as children to it could be used by Bonnie Bennett to imprison Kai Parker in a prison world in the final season of The Vampire Diaries.

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