#SHE SAWS HIM DOWN THE CHEST WITH A HANDSAW

[alfredojesta]

jason and amelia's friendship was terrible.

amelia didn't become friends with him willingly, or because she saw him and was like "oh i want to be friends with that guy!"... the teacher had to ask amelia to go and talk to jason... the teacher made jason's classmates talk to him because he was THAT lonely.

amelia was made to believe that he was the only good thing in the world. jason cared about her not as a person, but as something who could provide him use. she helped with his business, she stuck by his side when she should've left, she was his first friend (ONLY friend). and in amelia's eyes, she couldn't drop jason because she was all that jason had. she was scared of talking to other people because of jason, couldn't do things without considering jason's opinion on it. she hated him but she couldn't do anything. her mom advised her to leave jason so many times and she couldn't go through with it. because she was codependent on him and jason knew that.

jason prioritised his own needs over amelia's every single time because he thought amelia would never leave. jason is manipulative and he knows he's manipulative. he knows when amelia's scared and he knows how to utilise her fear. he's smart, does things for his benefit and no one else's. but he isn't smart enough to realise that amelia never liked him. they were close friends. he gave her everything, he kept her safe from the worst people, they were supposed to be together forever, they made promises. he trusted amelia enough to reveal his secrets. tell her how he killed someone on accident. when amelia yelled at him instead, jason — in his delirious state, sick, stressed and overwhelmed — tried to reason with her. it was no longer about the incident for him.

she rejected him. how? how could amelia reject him when he gave her everything? amelia saved herself and thank god she did ... without jason her life is better. maybe she's still scared of things because of how jason fed her lies. maybe she's still affected by how he was her closest friend for like 20 years of her life... and how she had to kill him. even the good moments in their friendship was manipulative...

the cycle of how jason thinks is so fucking weird. he wants praise so he gets praise from his friend who uplifts him and then he gets praise from the people who come to his business and his friend is the only one who supports his business so he can't get rid of her! it's all about!!!! his reputation!!! his worth!!! it's always about jason and never anyone else!!!

AUGJEJGJGHG I LOVE AMELIA SHE SUFFERED TOO MUCH

AND THE FACT THEY WERE NEVER IN AN ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP OR DID ANYTHING ROMANTIC. THEY WERE JUST FRIENDS. BUT IF THEY EVER WERE IN AN ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP IT WOULD'VE BEEN SO MUCH HARDER FOR HER TO LEAVE HIM

and i feel like all the affection in the friendship wasn't shown by amelia but rather jason. he is known for giving her gifts (like the music box) and giving compliments but only because it's like the only way to keep her? i guess? he could fucking care less about amelia herself, which SUCKS.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Of Dust and Ashes (Chapter 5)

tHappy Friday. Has everyone’s week treated them well? Hearts in recovery? Ready for more? Good, very good. Thank @winterisakiller for believe it or not- keeping my killing instinct in check. Also thank @tnystrk-exe for encouraging me to embrace my inner King. 

Eventual Clint x ofc. 

Chapter warnings: warning, mentions of suicidal thoughts, gun violence

Chapter 5: When in Rome 

The dog bounded over the shards, easily clearing the glass spilled on the ground after Deanna had knocked the shards free from the door. The sunlight filled the warehouse as best it could from the large windows that lined the front of the store. Still, it did little to banish the darkness from deep aisles.

Looking around, she found the place creepy. It wasn’t somewhere she wanted to be. Closing her eyes for a moment she tried to tell herself she was back home, she would wake and find her children safe in their beds. They would get ready for school that morning and later they would have a birthday party. They would smile at her then do something to get on her nerves toward the end of the night before they fell asleep and she enjoyed a glass of wine.

She would snap at them, yell at them. They would cry and everyone would be tired. In the moment she would feel like a terrible mother. She would give anything to lose her temper with the children one more time, to yell at them one more time. She would trade everything to have the tears in their eyes make her feel like the world’s worst parent.

A bark echoed through the abandoned building. The sound shattered the fantasy around her, much like the glass under her boots. This was the new system of things and while she would give anything to have her kids with her, to see their faces just one more time, to hear their voices and feel the warmth of their hugs- she could never wish this world upon them.

It occurred to her not for the first time that she would have preferred to be on the bus with them, to burn with them, to have died with them than live in this world. She could end it now, she knew. However the simple fact was that she was too much of a coward to do so though the thought plagued her every night.

Slowly, she made her way up and down the rows of shelves with a cart. It felt almost sinfully normal. If not for the clicking of the dog’s nails on the linoleum floor and darkness, she could pretend it was normal. She could close her eyes and almost pretend there were employees manning the registers and other customers milling about. Almost.

A proper toolkit was tossed into the basket along with large box of nails and screws. She didn’t really have plans for the items but they could be useful just the same. A handsaw joined the items. She wasn’t sure really what she’d do with the things or if she really needed them. But she knew she could potentially need them and that was a good enough reason to have them, right?

A neon green display caught her eye and a pointless fear washed over her. Flat tire repair kits glared at her. It was a possibility she hadn’t even considered but could very well happen. She tossed six kits into the cart, unsure if they would even work for the RV’s tires. Simply having them made her feel better. There were so many potential issues that she hadn’t even thought of yet. What else had escaped her attention?

It was outside in the garden center that she found what she hadn’t been sure she was looking for. Plants were mostly still growing left and right, the natural environment seemed to have been kind enough to them. On the far wall were stacks of ‘do it yourself’ greenhouse kits.

She spent more time than she wanted to looking at the kits, ripping boxes open and checking how strong they seemed to be. What she settled on was clearly intended to be stationary but with enough tow straps perhaps just maybe she could make it work. It was heavy, so damn heavy that it felt like it took hours to wrestle it onto the cart. How the hell she would get it in the truck bed was a question for another hour.

Sweat poured down her face as she huffed and panted. Next to her, the dog panted. She felt like was going to die. With determination that surprised her, she pushed herself up off the ground and made her way to a cooler that had lost power and grabbed out a few bottles of warm water. A decorative pot made a good enough bowl for the dog and she dumped one bottle in for him before downing almost half her own in one go.

“You trust me, eh?” She asked the dog who only wagged his tail. “Trust- how’s that for a name?” With a woof it was decided.

After failing to work the box into the bed of the truck, she ended up opening it and unloading it piece by piece. It took time, longer than she had ever wanted to spend in the town. Once done, she took the cart back inside, dog on her heels.

Walking up and down the plant filled rows, she picked out what seemed like the best choices. Broccoli, leafy greens, squash and a cherry tomato plant that already was heavy with fruit beginning to turn red. The rest would come along, at least she hoped. After doubting for a few long moments she wrested a small citrus tree and apple tree into the cart. If they could or would produce fruit for her in a moving greenhouse, she didn’t know but the risk was worth taking. If she could keep them alive even until she found somewhere to settle, they could still prove valuable.

She grabbed soil and deep rectangular pots, more than she thought she could need. Fertilizer was added to the cart. The last thing she grabbed before returning to the truck was seeds for produce- all of them. Peppers, carrots, tomatoes, squash, pumpkins and melons. She didn’t care. Not a single packet of seeds was left on the shelf when she left.

That night, she slept restlessly. It was far too late to build the greenhouse when she made it back and instead, she had to hope no one would find her and take what she had found. Still, the weight of a dog sleeping against her legs was comforting in a way she hadn’t expected. When she wasn’t sleeping, she cried into Aurora’s stuffed fox and Frankie’s blanket as she clutched them both to her chest.

Deanna had survived the second week of the new system and was well into her third week.

~~~~~<3

Morning came and with it dark clouds, heavy with rain in the distance. A sigh slipped out of her lips as she sat up in the bed, Trust was cuddled close to her. This was the 17th morning of the new world and mornings felt less jarring as each one passed her by.

She had established a routine that had served her well. Before getting out of the bed she looked out of the three windows that surrounded her and checked for threats. The truck was where she left it as was the plants, leafs rustling in the breeze and greenhouse parts stacked neatly to the side. Very good.

She made her way out into the living space and checked outside the rest of the windows. Once she was satisfied that she was as alone as she expected to be, she opened the curtains and started the coffee pot. While the magical liquid brewed, she changed and made her way outside with Trust at her side.

Popping the lid off on of the five gallon buckets she had grabbed at the last minute from the store, she began dumping container after container of dog food into the bins. A whine by her side reminded her that Trust was probably still half starved and waiting for food. She filled his food and water bowl, feeling guilty for not doing so the night before. When they were empty, she filled them again. In time she would have to make sure his food lasted but not right now, not for a few days.

Going back inside she made herself a cup of coffee, tossed some bread in the oven to toast up while she sliced an apple. With the dried out almost toast pulled out of the oven she smeared a healthy serving of peanut butter and set the thin slices of apple on top. This had become her typical breakfast, a cup of coffee and fruit topped toast eaten while sitting in the doorway looking at the haze in the sky.

With breakfast out of the way, she set about building the greenhouse atop the trailer. As she wrestled pieces in place, sometimes having to move the truck to use as a ladder and step to reach things, she was sure she was going to accidentally kill herself. Thunder crashed in the distance and the wind was just starting to pick up, blowing dust, dirt and leaves into her eyes.

The sky darkened as she used strap after strap to try and secure the greenhouse down onto the trailer. If it would work in the long run, she had no idea. But as she rammed into it with her shoulder from each side, it remained firm. The sun was now hidden behind the heavy clouds and the wind had a chill to it. The storm was rolling in quickly.

Deanna unrolled the awning, hoping that the wind wouldn’t make her regret it and slowly shuffled bags of potting soil and plants under the cover as the rain began falling. It started slowly, lightly at first and she shooed Trust into the RV. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach as the rain splashed on her skin though she couldn’t pinpoint why.

The rain was pouring when she finally had everything under the awning. Grabbing the keys to the truck, she jumped inside and started the engine. It was then that she finally saw why the rain disgusted her so. Running down the windshield in gray rivers was the rain. At first she assumed it was just dust that had settled on the truck while it had been sitting for the last two weeks but looking down at her hands she found the same slightly oily gray water pooled in droplets on her skin.

The rain was pulling the dust from the air and sending the remains of those who had been turned to dust back to the ground from which they had come. In a rush she tried to push the water off her, pushed her sopping wet hair off her face. She didn’t want to touch the water, to have it be on her. It took longer than she wanted to admit to calm herself and move the truck so that she wouldn’t have to walk into the rain when she left.

She sat in the truck for a few moments longer, praying that the rain would let up. Unsurprisingly, it did not. With the way the clouds looked, she wouldn’t be surprised at all if it remained steady for the rest of the day. At least she had gotten the greenhouse finished.

With one last deep breath, she got out of the truck and set about going back to work. She thought about letting Trust out but he didn’t need this weird water on him. She didn’t even want to get it on her. But this was the new world and apparently this was the new rain.

Slowly, she set about moving the large pots into the greenhouse. She slipped them into position along the sides of the greenhouse. Smaller pots were placed on the shelf above above the larger ones as rain pattered against the greenhouse.

Next she hauled the dirt in and planted what she could, planting the greens on the shallower pots on the shelf and wrestling the large potted trees into the back where she moved them into even larger pots. As she moved the heavy bags of soil, rain poured down her face and dripped into her mouth and eyes. The water burned her eyes and left an oily taste in her mouth that caused her to retch.

The greenhouse didn’t fit as much as she wanted, but it would do. Some fresh produce was better than none. Looking around, she realized that the pots would slide around and fall over as she drove. A trip back to the warehouse was going to be required before she left.

After a shower she felt much better. She took her time brushing her hair and pulling it back into a braid. A notebook was set on the table where she had wrote down the measurements needed for the homemade framework that would secure the pots and keep them from sliding. On the stove, a pot of rice bubbled and cooked next to a small chicken breast in a pan. She had moved Trust’s bowls into the camper on her way in and as she waited for her food to cook, she had forgotten about the large dog sleeping on the other side of the U bench.

When he growled, it shocked her. Her knee bashed against the underside of the table as she jumped in a panic, she cursed and told the dog to hush. Instead he stood tall on the bench, hackles raised.

“What is it?” Looking outside, she didn’t see anything but Trust darted around toward the cab where he continued to act aggressively.

Deanna switched off the burners and grabbed the gun off the table. Though she tried to listen, all she could hear is the sound of the rain and Trust’s growling. Out of nowhere came banging on the door. The whole RV rocked with the force of the hits.

When they couldn’t get the door open they moved to try the driver’s door on the cab. She hissed a whispered order at Trust to hush up and be still. When the dog did as she told, at least for the most part, Deanna said a silent prayer to a god she wasn’t sure she even believed in anymore. With the gun gripped in her hand she unlocked the door and stepped outside.

“What do you want?” She yelled and the man came running around. His hair was plastered to his face and his eyes looked wild.

“Give it to me.” He said and held his hands out.

“I have nothing for you. Leave.”

“Give me it. Give me everything. I have to have it.” He took a step forward and the pipe clutched in his hand came into view. The end was dark and Deanna told herself over and over that it was colored with dirt. Just dirt. Only dirt. Dirt wasn’t typically red.

“Don’t come any closer.” The man was walking, circling wide and she prayed as he moved away from the cab that he would leave. Instead he rushed a few steps forward, swinging his pipe. “Get back!” Deanna yelled as she blindly jerked her gun up and pointed toward the man before jerking it toward the right.

She fired off into the woods as a warning. In the last few days she had occasionally had run ins with other people and when they found that she would fire the weapon they would leave. In this new world where everyone was trying to survive, it was best to not pick a fight with someone who would fight back. Any sign of a fight was enough to know that they should leave.

He didn’t leave.

“Give me everything!”

It all happened so fast. Deanna wished she could say she didn’t remember making the choice. She wished she could say that it was reflex and panic. But that would be a lie. She made the decision herself to pull the trigger.

The man however kept yelling even as he put his hand to his stomach to be covered in blood. He swung the pipe and continued forward so she pulled the trigger again and again until he fell to his knees then to his side just under the awning.

Deanna stood there stunned for a few moments. She couldn’t say what she was waiting for. Perhaps she waited for him to move, to jump up and continue his attack. He did not.

Slowly she moved forward, toward the man’s still form. Her hands shook as she reached out and pushed on his shoulder. He didn’t make even a sound. A backpack was on his back, looking full and heavy and she opened it. Inside was cans of infant formula, some busted open from bullets that passed through his body or the way he had landed when he fell, she couldn’t be sure- didn’t want to be sure.

“Water. Dara.” He whispered and she scooted back in a blind panic.

She scrambled back toward RV. For a few minutes she sat with her back against the cool metal before she went inside and locked the door behind her. She turned on the burners and allowed her still warm food to finish cooking while she sat in a numb silence, gun sitting on the table like a viper.

She didn’t think she would have been able to eat, but she did. She hadn’t looked outside since she had locked the door and finally, as she washed up her dishes, she peeked. The rain had slowed but not stopped and the man was right where she left him. She had to do something about his body. She didn’t know what would be drawn to it.

Dara. The name kept circling in her mind along with the baby formula. It wouldn’t let her rest until she went back out. Each intact can of formula was set to the side and at the bottom of the bag she found a wallet. The man’s name was Markus and he had a local address.

~~~~~<3

Clint stood in the morning light of the 18th day since his family turned to dust. The sun was rising but he didn’t pay it much mind. Behind him on the ground was the unconscious body of the man who had tried to stop him from taking the last cans from the grocery store.

As he loaded up what food he found, he ignored the guilt that tried to wash over him. He had told people to leave, go south toward better areas and make themselves homesteads and they didn’t listen. Sure, if he called the team and said he needed support they would send him some.

He couldn’t do that however. How could he ask them for help when they were already doing the best they could to distribute aid and keep peace along the east coast and he was here, doing nothing. Clint Barton wasn’t helping save people from unrest. He wasn’t making sure those in need had supplies.

No, he was beating a man for the last of the can goods in the small town closest to his home. He was refusing to leave the place he had last seen his family.

All he could do was check in with the team every few days and ask the question he already knew the answer to- “Any leads on how to undo this?” The answer was always ‘nothing yet’. No one could stomach saying ‘no’.

~~~~~<3

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Cuffed

Cuffed

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: probably a lot, seeing as Bellatrix is involved- at least swearing, mentions of violence, etc.

Summary: I got this idea from a ‘this is what happens on your birthday’ thing- (Thanks to @i-regret-this-already !!) My prompt was- being handcuffed for life to Bellatrix LeStrange. I hope you like it 😘😘

Masterlist

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You were worn, tired. You had been fighting her off for a while now, at least buying time for people to evacuate the area. No one else needed to be killed by this monster- Bellatrix. Her laugh came through as you weakened a little and she pushed harder.

You shut your eyes, breathing slowly. You were prepared for death, if that’s what it would take.

You heard a loud noise and were thrust forward, hitting your head -hard- and then there was black. This couldn’t be death, could it?

–

You awoke with a massive headache and rubbed your head, feeling a heavy object attached to you. Your eyes popped open and you jolted back, trying to escape.

Bellatrix. She was attached to your hand. You pulled at the magical aura around it, wishing your way out- clawing, scraping.

Her eyes opened, “We’re stuck, idiot. You’ve got a hard head.” She looked annoyed.

“What. Is. Happening?” You gasped, trying to run through everything that went down.

“I was about to kill you- flash of magic- someone threw these out, while both of our magic was near it- we’re stuck- and I can’t even kill you or remove your wrist because it’s also trapping our magic.” She gave a wicked look.

You looked around. “Oh, for heaven’s sakes we’re at your blasted precious Hogwarts. It’s like I have to explain everything to you.”

You had a feeling that if she could, her hands would be across her chest right now- she seemed thoroughly pissed.

“You’re right, I should have guessed all of that since I’ve been awake for all of… three minutes?” You looked around again and saw things floating around you. “Monitoring us?”

“There you go, using that brain for something.” She slowly clapped.

You groaned, “I’d rather have died.”

“I’d love to oblige.” She frowned.

–

Over the course of the next couple days, people from all over school came by to gawk. Not greet, or ask, or help. Gawk. And gossip.

Minerva and Snape came up and explained they was trying to work on fixing this, but without knowing who the person was that cast it- they couldn’t figure a way out of it.

Slytherins worked their way closer and were watched by Snape- so they were allowed to stop at the side of the bed.

“Hello my young pretty.” Bellatrix greeted the one morning, you looking up from the book you had been studying from. Draco Malfoy. Smug, sassy little daddy’s boy if what was said is to be believed. Also, an alleged Deatheater in training.

“Is there anything I can get for you?” He asked, nodding his head towards her.

“A handsaw for my lovely companion?” She laughed wickedly as you rolled your eyes.

He looked over and set his jaw a little, unimpressed.

“Good grief. It’s bad enough I have to be stuck with Slytherin but now I have this?” You sighed, throwing your headphones on and returning to studying.

He stayed for a couple more minutes and left, you meeting his eyes for a quick second as he sneered. If they had been planning to kill you, oh well. You had enough on your plate already.

–

You were released from the hospital wing the next morning and had to go to class. Everything was awkward- she was attached on your right side (luckily you were a lefty), but everything you did with two hands was more difficult. And you wouldn’t even get started on using the restroom with her- not only was it uncomfortable and super awkward (for both of you, either time one of you used it) but figuring out how to do it in a stall with other people around was a mess.

Classes were horrible, Bellatrix disturbed everyone almost every minute. Laughing, making fun of anyone who answered incorrectly she would loudly go 'Ahh!’ Like a buzzer. Snape’s face was beyond priceless, you’d admit. Your own face was buried in your free hand the majority of the class.

“I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed, love. These people don’t seem anything to get worked up over.” She sneered, looking at a pair of passing students.

“I still have to go here. Don’t you think about anyone besides yourself?”

“My lord.”

“Only because he’s promised you things once he rises from power.” You snorted and she raised her hand. You flinched but she didn’t connect.

You opened your eyes, turning. Draco Malfoy had caught her hand- there were surprises left in this world.

“The Dark Lord doesn’t want any talk. More talk.” He mumbled. “He sent word-” He met your eyes and looked down, “Not to harm her. Not yet, anyways.”

She frowned, “I’m so bored!” She growled.

“I’ll bring you some stuff tomorrow to try and help.” He smirked.

“I want it now.” She shouted.

“Baby sounds cranky.” You mumbled out, turning away from their conversation.

You heard a chuckle from Draco before he walked away.

–

Later on, you were studying in the library, trying to tone out Bellatrix and her annoyed little grunting by turning the volume on your headphones all the way up.

She tapped you, repeatedly.

“What?!” You barked after a minute, pulling them off your head.

“You were mumbling something- what is that?” She asked, looking at it, sipping on a drink and you noticed Draco was there too, staring.

“It’s a muggle contraption- a gift from my muggle parents.” You smirked as she tried to back away in horror, probably screaming mud blood and you put the volume all the way up.

You spotted Draco in her little struggle chuckling from the other side of the desk. He watched you intently as you tried to study.

Almost an hour later, after Ms. Melodramatic finally calmed down she tapped you again.

“For the love of-” You flicked off the headphones again, glaring at her. “What?”

She pouted, “Tell me what they are!”

“They’re headphones.” You tugged on the chord a little, “They feed me sounds through this device and it plays music.”

“It plays music?” She tried to get closer. Even Draco was entertained and leaned forward. “How?”

You sighed, sliding them off from your neck and placing them around her ears, remembering to turn the volume down. You pressed play on your CD player and she jumped a little, startled. Draco waited anxiously, wondering what was happening.

After a minute or so she nodded along with the music, apparently content with this. You paused it and she pouted, “Why did it stop?”

“Look, the people who did this are muggles, the people who created this contraption is a muggle, and my muggle-born ears were on the same headphones.” 

“Something they finally got right.” She snorted, upset when I removed them from around her neck.

Malfoy leaned closer to you, and you sighed. “Want a go?” He paused for a moment before nodding. You stood up and placed the headphones on his head. You pressed play again and he was also startled.

You giggled, “It’s like you guys are stuck behind times, even with magic.”

Bellatrix, after trying to be patient for a minute as you let him listen and then took them off of him, immediately demanded that she have one.

“I can ask father, but I don’t think he knows where to get one.” He frowned a little.

You sighed, putting the headphones back on your own head, “If you get me the money I’ll have my parents send a set for her.”

“Erm,” He cleared his throat, “Could you make it two sets?”

You looked up from your page and giggled, “Sure.”

—

A couple of days later, after a lot of hours of studying with Bellatrix and Malfoy being around- they finally arrived.

You showed them both how to put the batteries in, gave them a supply- but forgot that they needed CD’s. You brought your collection down to the library that you had brought from home- well, at least a handful.

You stopped them after they went to scatter, “They’re fragile! It can break easily, and if you scratch it it’ll ruin part of the track.”

They both stopped and gently moved your stack of things and you were surprised that they had listened.

Bellatrix went through 4 CD’s that she ‘liked the cover art on’ but didn’t apparently like the music. So you grabbed a pop CD that you brought over and put it in. She seemed content. Draco picked through a couple of CD’s, seemingly unsure of what to choose.

“I would say something a little more hardcore, but I’m going to take a wild stab here and go with ‘Alternative’.” You had a gut feeling, going through a couple of the options, handing him one. “Try this.”

He nodded a little, “Thank you.”

You turned and went back to studying with your own music.

–

Weeks flew by and you were studying for exams, Draco and Bellatrix almost always around- they were very happy with the ‘magical muggle contraptions’ and continued to ransack your music.

One night, you were awoken by Snape, who shushed you. You were confused but obeyed as he studied the device joining you both.

The next day, Dumbledore called you into his office. You dragged Bellatrix along, her bopping along to music. Him and Snape both looked at you, a little concerned.

“It’s nothing- a present so I could study.” You mumbled, “You find something out?”

“We think it’s the work of one of he-who-shall-not-be-named’s apprentices.”

“So you can undo it now?” You asked, a little hopeful. 

They nodded in confirmation, “We think so.”

“Then do it.” You blurted out, tapping Bellatrix. She took them out and you informed her.

“Which one of those little runts did this?” She looked pissed as you could hear 2 Legit 2 Quit blasting from her headphones, making you snort a little with laughter.

“We’re still figuring it out, but either way we can undo it by this evening.” Snape answered, shooing you out.

The rest of the day you caught glances from her that looked almost sad, through her headphones.

After classes, you walked to your normal seat in the library. Neither of you had music on and neither one of you had really said anything.

“So,” You cleared, “You’ll be running once they undo this, yeah?”

She nodded a little, “Have to or they’ll lock me up.”

“Right.” You chuckled, Draco coming over with his headphones on.

“Hello.” He greeted and pulled them off a little.

“We’re in a moment.” Bellatrix stomped. “I don’t get these.”

“Why, what’s wrong?” He asked.

“We’re getting out of this thing tonight.” You raised your wrist, “Before you leave, I wanted you to have these.” You rustled through your bag and handed her a stack of CD’s.

She took them, holding them to her chest, “Thank you, mudblood.”

“You’re welcome.” You giggled and she hugged you, briefly, before placing the CD’s gently in her own bag.

“So I guess that’ll be it then.” Draco shifted a little from the other side.

“Don’t worry.” You smiled, reaching in your bag again, “I brought some for you to keep, too.”

He paused, taking them after a moment and met your eyes, nodding. “Thank you.”

Dumbledore summoned you both just minutes later and you both walked away- the procedure seemed quick, although Snape looked annoyed to be using some of the ingredients.

After the flash there was a quick glance towards you with a sad smile which you returned before she escaped.

You were checked over and sent on your way. The whole night was different. You didn’t have constant supervision, someone by you at all times.

–

The next day, you kept your headphones in every time you weren’t in class. People were still looking at you strangely or moving away from you.

Someone tapped you as you were walking in the halls and you turned to face Draco.

He cleared his throat, “I just wanted to check to see if you were alright.”

“I’m alright, thanks.” You nodded to him, “Is- did she get back alright?” You looked around a little.

He nodded, chuckling a little, “Father says she gets annoyed with him and then puts on her contraption.”

You giggled, “Of course she does. Glad I could help.” 

You both stood there for a moment. “Well, I should get to my next class.”

He nodded, “I’ll see you around?”

You nodded, waving.

After classes, you went back to the library desk- and were surprised to see Draco already there, studying and listening to music. You waved slightly, sitting down across from him. He waved back and you both studied together.

You went to leave that night and got tapped on the shoulder again by him, and you slid your headphones off. 

“Yes?” You asked with a slight smile.

“I was wondering if you could take me to a muggle shop that sells more of these?” He held up a CD.

You blushed a little, nodding, “I’d like that.”

“Call it-” He cleared his throat, “A date?”

You almost dropped your bag, your jaw falling open.

He audibly gulped, waiting. “Unless-”

“No, I’d like that.” You nodded, cheeks red.

“You would?” He snapped his attention to your face, eyes searching.

“I would.” You stepped closer and kissed him on the cheek before walking down the hall.

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Lila & Lee’s Kind of Magic

While I’m kinda done with this I had some small projects I finished that I wanted to share. Did you know that Lee is quite a fan of stage magic? Card tricks, coin tricks, illusions; he does them all! Let’s take a look back at when he was a wee squishy squid and performed at a talent show. Joining him on this little venture is his lovely assistant, Lila Heartsong who belongs to the always fantastic @doggyg 

((cover picture is a commission I got from the super amazing MANNYTOONS over on twitter))

word count: 1,660 words

Seeing activity during nighttime at Briney Side Elementary School but tonight; parents, teachers and even other students gathered in the auditorium to view the yearly third grade talent show. Quite a few interesting acts had already had their turns including anInkling girl singing a beautiful aria accompanied by her brother on piano, a crab boy playing a tune on his arm pits, a jellyfish boy spinning plates while hula hooping, and much more. The final act would have to be something quite special if they had hopes of winning; something magical.

The teacher hosting the event returned to the stage to address the crowd. "All right, all right, we've seen a lot of great talent from our boys and girls tonight, and before we get to the judging we've got one more act for you all tonight. Performing a magic trick for us; please welcome Lee Squidly and his lovely assistant, Lila Heartsong to the stage!"

As she exited to the left, the boys made their entrance in tandem on the right to a chorus of applause. Lila gave the crowd the brightest and shiniest smile while Lee spiritedly waved with the use of both of his arms. Both were dressed for the occasion; Lee was wearinga costume tuxedo and top hat, and Lila assumed a short, fitted dress suitable to the image of a magician's assistant that twinkled and sparkled under the house lights.

They stopped at the center of the stage, and as the audience settled down the young Lee made his enthusiastic address. "Thank you, thank you, boy, it sure is great to be here tonight, right Lila?"

The fresh assistant replied, "Ya-huh, I mean, most kids would hate being at school after hours but I think this is awesome!"

"I'm gonna school you on something," Lee answered, seemingly donning a pair of thick glasses with a comedically large nose and bushy eyebrows in the blink of an eye. "Ha cha cha cha," he laughed; managing to garner both a light giggle from Lila, and a few yuks and chuckles from the spectators.

With that, he discarded the glasses by nonchalantly tossing them away. Lee turned to Lila and began a casual conversation, one they would have any time as if they weren't on stage. "Say Lila, mind if I ask you a question? How long we've known each other?"

Tapping his tentacle against his cheek, he thought about it then unsurely answered, "Mmm, I think since we were about 3."

At the tender age of 7 that meant they had known each other and even been friends for 4 years. Lee said, "Sounds like a long time—now do you think I would ever saw you in half?"

The house went utterly silent; Lila's eyes went wide at hearing such a question. He quickly snapped his head to look at Lee then turned to display the look on his face to the crowd who keenly matched his utter disbelief. "You know Lee," he said, "Most kids would ask their friends if they got any new Pokémon, or if they saw the new Power Rangers episode but you're the only one who would ask if you'd saw them in half."

"Well would I?" Lee persisted with this batty question.

In the end Lila sighed and finally gave his answer. "I want to think you wouldn't."

Nodding at the answer he heard, Lee revealed, "Mm-hmm mm-hmm well too bad!" He seemed to reach into the cape of his costume for something which was made conveniently obscured in the darkness of the dimmed lights. The lime green magician dragged out, of all things; a hefty looking handsaw that made Lila nearly jump out of his skin. "Because that's exactly what we're going to do today! Bring out The Box," Lee requested.

By his command, a stage hand pushed a tall cardboard box onto the stage. With it, Lee pushed and prodded Lila to step into the box, much to the pale lilac child's dismay. He didn't fight but he did mutter his uncertainty to his partner who only offered cheerful encouragements to goad him in.

Once Lila was finally inside, Lee closed the side flap of the paper chamber and turned to the assembly. "Now then; ladies and gentlemen this is a real saw, I got it right out of my mom's tool chest. I don't even think I should be using this." As if to prove his point, he touched his tentacle to one of thepointed teeth of the blade, only to immediately pull it away. "Owwie, that's sharp," he appeared to whine with a smile. "You ready for this Lila?" Lee questioned, looking at his assistant's unsure face poking out of the top of the long crate.

With a gulp, Lila asked, "Hey, have you done this trick before?"

Lee replied, "I did, once. Don't worry, when this is over I'll buy you a pack of Pokémon cards," he said, trying to ease his friend's worries

"Make it two," Lila bargained just as Lee finally begun.

With a chorus of gasps; awed and afraid, Lee made long, lengthy sawing motions with the tool, cutting the box in two places. Once it appeared he had cut them to his liking, he crouched down to the floor and gripped two thin sheets of metal in his hands. He said, "And now so there's no doubt my lovely assistant is sawed in half I'll put in these just for good measure!" In one solid motion he slid the two sheets into place as Lila looked out to see many goggle eyed, skeptical expressions that mirrored his own.

With that phase finished, Lee very gingerly gripped the severed portion of the box that definitely contained the portion of Lila just under his chest to his waistline and slowly pulled it out. With each inch his head turned back and forth between the box and the crowd, each time flashing them a look of astonishment with his mouth agape. Finally, he exclaimed, "Can you believe it ladies and gentlemen? My lovely assistant has been sawed in half!" In his excitement he yanked his hands toward him, draggingout the severed piece where it clattered against the floor.

"Uh-oh," the young magician said aloud.

Lila peeked down, "Lee," he wondered, "Is that my stomach?"

Stuttering out his reply, Lee said, "Umm—maybe." He chuckled nervously in an attempt to reason, "Heh-eh, look at the bright side, that's one way to lose 20 pounds."

Seeming to not find it as funny as his friend, Lila implored, "Lee, please put me back together. If you don't, my mom's gonna get really mad at you." He turned to the crowd where he added, "I think my brother looks like he wants to have a word with you."

Lee couldn't help but visibly gulp as he looked out to see Lila's older brother rising from his chair and beginning to make his way to the stage. Moving quick, Lee collected the piece that was on the floor, hefted it as though there was quite some weight to it, and returned to Lila. All the while during this string of actions he continuously declared, "I can fix it, I know I can!"

Setting the piece back into place, Lee gave a wave of his hands, and finally opened the side door. Lila came stumbling out where he palmed at his bare abdomen. Much to the audience's and even his own, he hadn't a scratch on him, making the trick was a success. Together the two boys held hands and took a bow at the ovation they received from the crowd; taking it in until the curtain closed on them.

 AFTERWARD...

Lee let out a sigh, "Well we didn't win but we did come in third place so that's something, right?"

"It was pretty fun," Lila admitted, "You're still gonna give me my Pokémon cards, right?"

"Yeah, of course I—say I have an idea, let's tell the people at home how the trick works!" Gasping with glee; Lee curled his tentacles into fists and shook them at the thought.

Lila tapped his chin in confusion. "Aren't magicians not supposed to reveal their secrets?"

Answering with a charming wink, Lee reasoned, "This is just between us."

They made their way to The Box where Lee began to explain how it worked. "You see, from the front this looks like one big cardboard box but it's actually made up of one large box and three smaller boxes together." As he continued, Lila stepped back inside to help with the explanation. "Now the small ones are taped to the big one so they don't move around, and unless you're looking from the side you can't tell that Lila is actually behind them all."

Lee used the hand saw again to cut away the middle box, and as he did, Lila took to speaking. "The trick is as simple as it gets, all Lee does is just cut the tape away on both sides ofthe middle box—and not cut my tummy, please!" Lee nodded and took it easy, trying his best to concentrate. "Stretching out the sawing moves makes it look better, and that's not all, dropping the box is part of the act to."

"You see," Lee took over, "The audience is too busy watching me mess around with the middle part to notice Lila is just fine. He has to stand perfectly still so the black blanket between him and the boxes doesn't move and give it away. Thanks by the way."

"I just did it because I wanted to wear this costume," Lila joked as he stepped out of box, pinching the hem of his skirt in his index finger and thumb. "That’s pretty much the whole trick, right Lee?"

Nodding, Lee exclaimed, "Yep, like with all magic it's just moving and talking fast, and keeping the audience's eyes on you. That by itself is a kind of magic."

[100yearoldcomics]

May 28, 1922 The Katzenjammer Kids by Harold Knerr

TOP PANEL [ID: Mama gets out of bed angrily with a pitcher of water, ready to throw it on the sailors singing loudly outside her window. The Kids sit up in bed behind her, gleefully watching. /end] Sailors: 𝄞♫ Oh, a sailor's life is the life for us! Yo-ho! Yo-ho! YO-HO! ♫

MAIN COMIC [ID: The Kids sit up in bed, a hand behind one ear each to better hear a noise from the other room. /end] Hans: Vell! Vot do you t'ink uf dot? Fritz: Der foxy gazabo! Captain: Iss dot you, Chon Silver? Mrs. Katzenjammer got me locked in der room up! Bring vunce a ladder by der vindow und gif der passvord... "Kabootch!" Den I come down und ve go to Africa!

[ID: The Kids carry a ladder behind the house, stand in between the rungs and lift it up around their waists to saw notches into the rungs with handsaws. /end] Hans: Dot kabootch bizness gifs me der shivers! I vunder vot it means? Fritz: Maybe it iss der pirate langwidge for piece uf cheese!

[ID: They set the ladder up under the window, a handsaw, hammer and box of nails lying on the ground beside it. Fritz stands behind a large open chest on wheels while Hans calls upstairs to the bedroom. /end] Hans: KABOOTCH!

[ID: Der Captain climbs down the ladder with a gladstone bag in hand. The Kids rush up behind him, rolling the crate up to the base of the ladder. /end] Captain: Good for you, Chon! Two shakes mit der lamb's tail und ve iss off to Africa! Fritz: Aye, aye sir!

[ID: He steps on one of the notched rungs. Every rung from there on down breaks on him and he plummets into the wheeled crate. /end] Captain: HEY! Vot der dod-gast...! Fritz: Now ve shake der lamb's tail! Hans: Und den ve iss off our nut!

[ID: Hans sits on the lid and nails it shut while Fritz wheels it off. In the distance, the pirate crew sneaks up, carrying their own ladder. /end] Hans: Ooh, my! Chust listen to der Captain's langwidge! Vot a temper some people got! Fritz: Cheese it! Here comes der whole bum bunch! Der Whole Bum Bunch: Sh-h-h-h!

[ID: The Kids rush into Mama's bedroom, waking her up. /end] Hans: Ooh, Mamma! Der pirates iss outside und dey iss calling you names! Fritz: Dey iss saying terrible t'ings in der pirater langwidge! Mama: Abouid me?

[ID: Mama leans out of der Captain's bedroom window with an oil lamp. The pirate crew stands beneath, huddling together in a line beside the ladder. /end] Pirates: KABOOTCH! Mama: Iss dot der vay to talk mit a lady?

[ID: She throws the oil lamp at the pirates, hitting John Silver on the head. They run off. /end] Mama: Take dot mit your kabootch! Und vun woid more und I call der po-lice! John Silver: Curses! Sailors: Hashed again!

[ID: Hans saws a hole into the side of the chest they nailed der Captain into while Fritz calls for Mama. In the background, we can see the pirate crew running off into the night. /end] Fritz: Ooh, Mamma! Ve caught a real kabootch! Come und look! Hans: Maybe kabootch means viskers!

[ID: The Kids pose proudly beside the chest as Mama glares at der Captain. /end] Mama: SO! Did you know dot your loafer friends said I vas KABOOTCH? Captain: Vot? Hans: Exhibition iss now open! Der only almost human valrus in captifity! Fritz: Ve done it mit our liddle saw und hammer!

[ID: The Katzenjammers sit happily at the dining room table, eating from a dish of donuts Mama presents them. Der Captain stays in the wheeled crate, a board nailed down the middle to keep him from escaping. He grabs at a bowl of food left out for the cat, who claws at his outstretched hand. /end] Mama: So long Mamma got two nice liddle boys to protection her, it gifs doughnuts und aftervards, der moofies! Hans: Ve vouldn't let nobody call you names, Mamma!

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

The Witch and The Wolf Pt.4

Word Count: 1,434

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Reader, OC character

Warnings: some angst, some fluff

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Reader

A/N: enjoy

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You were losing a lot of sleep since Derek came back. You didn't know what it was, but nothing seemed to help. So, you were awake, lying in your bed, when you heard your mom’s voice. You looked at the time, it was 3 AM. You slowly got off of the bed, approaching your mom’s room.

“Mom?” you said softly. She didn't reply.

“Mom?” you said again, knocking on her door.

“C-Come in,” she said.

“Are you okay? It’s 3 in the morning,” you asked, looking concerned.

“I’m okay, why are you awake?” your mom sniffled, moving to the side to give you room to sit with her.

“Can't sleep. Are you sure?” you asked.

“Yeah. (Y/N), you know that I love you, right?” your mom asked shakily.

“Well, yeah of course. I love you too, Mom,” you replied, giving her a hug.

“Good. Just remember that. And also remember that some things happen for a reason, and sometimes, you can't stop them,” 

You felt your heart ache as your mom said those words.

“Mom, what’s going on? What's wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing, (Y/N). I love you. You should try to go to sleep.” your mom said, turning away from you.

“Mom?” you said.

“Goodnight (Y/N).” 

You sighed, going back to your room.

-----

“Hello Stiles,” you smiled, popping your head into his car window.

“Wow,” Stiles laughed.

“So you know why I’m here?” you asked.

“Of course I do. Yes, you can have a ride,” Stiles said.

“Thank you. I lost my keys,” you replied, getting into his car.

“Well if you lost your keys, maybe you don't need a car,” Stiles shrugged.

“That's what my mom said,” you rolled your eyes. Stiles backed the car up, starting to drive.

“Holy sh-” he jerked the car.

“What the hell happened?” you asked, looking alert.

The two of you got out of the car, looking at what happened. In front of the car, on the floor, was a pale, almost lifeless Derek.

“Derek,” you bent to the ground, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“What the hell happened?” you watched Scott run to you three.

“I got shot,” he said, his breathing was labored as he looked like he was barely holding on.

“He doesn't look so good,” Stiles said.

You looked at the bullet wound in his arm.

“Why aren’t you healing?” you asked softly.

“I-I can’t. It was… It was a different bullet”, he stuttered. He was still breathing heavily.

“What? Like a silver bullet?!” Stiles exclaimed.

“No, you idiot,” Derek growled at Stiles.

“W-Wait, that’s what she meant when she said you had 48 hours.” Scott realized.

“What?” you and Derek said together.

“Who?” you asked.

“The one who shot you,” Scott replied.

Derek groaned loudly, as you saw his eyes flicker from blue to his natural green.

You looked back to all the cars that were being held up. People started getting out of their cars.

“Scott, take him to Stiles’ car,” you commanded. He nodded, lifting Derek up.

“What?” Stiles said.

“Oh shut up! Let’s go somewhere safe. Come on!” you exclaimed, running into the backseat.

“Who shot you?” you asked him.

“I-It was Kate,”

-----

“Hey, try not to bleed out on my sheets,” Stiles said to Derek.

“Stiles!” you hissed.

“Have a heart,” you gave him a look.

“Fine. We’re almost there anyway.” Stiles said.

“Almost where?” you asked.

“To Derek’s house,” Stiles replied.

“Hell no! We can’t go there,” you exclaimed.

“What? I-I can’t take him to his own house?!” Stiles exclaimed.

“No, not when he’s vulnerable,” you said, looking to him.

“Fine. What about your house?” Stiles suggested.

“No. The first thing she’ll do is look for your mom,” Derek replied shakily.

“Alright.” Stiles pulled to the side.

“What happens if Scott doesn’t find your little magic bullet?” Stiles asked.

“A-Are you dying?” he asked.

“Not yet,” he answered.

“I have a last resort,” he exhaled.

He turned back to you.

“(Y/N)?” he said shakily.

“I’ll do a spell, right now. Uh, Stiles, find someplace for us to go,” you said.

“When did this become my problem?!” Stiles exclaimed.

“Start the car, or I’ll rip your head off…. With my teeth.” Derek barked.

Stiles froze for a second, before starting the car.

----

Scott told you where to find a key for the animal shelter. You unlocked it as you and Stiles helped Derek in.

“Stiles, go find some bandages and some gauze,” you told him.

Instead of arguing, he nodded his head, running off.

“Give me your arm,” you said, holding it.

You closed your eyes, using your magic to determine why he wasn’t healing, and what it was.

“Blue monkshed.” you gasped.

“S-Scott needs to bring the bullet back,” Derek said.

“I know. Just sit here, please,” you told him.

You texted Scott telling him how it looked, and what he needed to find.

“What’s taking him so long?” Stiles ran into the room.

“I don’t know!” you exclaimed.

“(Y/N),” he said softly.

“Yeah?” you stood next to him, holding his hand.

“Y-You and your mom are the only family I have left.” he started.

“W-What are you trying to say?” you asked.

“I’m sorry,” he said. You could see the sweat dripping from his forehead as his eyes were bloodshot.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” you stroked his hair softly.

“I care about you two so much,” he said softly.

Your eyes watered.

“Shut up. Why are you saying goodbye? You’ll be okay.” you sniffled.

“(Y/N)...” he said.

“No, you’re gonna be okay. You’re a survivor, remember? You’re the last Hale! You have to stay alive.” you said.

You saw his eyes turn blue as he closed them tightly. He let out a soft groan.

“Here, we’ll cut off your arm,” you said.

“What?!” Stiles yelled.

“Yeah. Stiles, get the handsaw,” you said.

“You’re crazy!” Stiles yelled.

“Yeah, I know!” you yelled back.

“I got it! I got it!” Scott yelled, running into the room.

“Oh thank god!” he exclaimed.

Derek took the bullet from Scott. He looked at it, before he dropped it, falling to the ground.

“Oh shit!” Scott yelled. The bullet fell through the vent, on the ground.

“Derek!” you yelled. You sat on top of him, shaking harshly.

“Wake up you dumbass! You’re not dying on us like that!” you yelled.

You watched Scott struggle to get the bullet.

“I-I can’t reach it,” he said.

“Keep trying,” you said.

“(Y/N), he’s not waking up,” Stiles said softly.

“Derek, I’m not losing you too,” you said shakily. More and more tears came to your eyes.

“I got it!” Scott exclaimed, holding the bullet.

“Okay, give it to me,” you said, putting your hand out.

Scott handed it to you.

“Give me a lighter,” you told Stiles.

You pulled open the bullet, collecting the grains from inside it, and setting it on fire. 

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, sticking the grains into his wounds.

His eyes opened, glowing blue as he let out a loud growl. You held him down. He let out a scream of pain, as the veins and the wound started to disappear.

He exhaled, breathing heavily. You helped him up.

“Are you okay?” Scott asked.

“Well, except for the agonizing pain,” Derek replied sarcastically.

“Well, I guess sarcasm is a good sign of health…..” Stiles said.

“Thank you,” you said to Scott and Stiles.

“Let’s go,” Derek said to you.

You nodded your head as you wrapped your arms around his waist, walking out with him.

-----

“You know, I saw you cry over me,” Derek smirked.

“Shut up. You know, you really do know how to ruin a moment?” you crossed your arms.

“Fine. Thank you,” he smiled. You wrapped an arm around his waist while he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“You’re welcome. Look, I’ll help you kill the alpha, and I’ll help you with Kate. But no more killing innocent people, okay?” you asked him.

“Okay.” you rested your head on his chest.

“You’re short,” he laughed.

“Well, I can still beat your 6-foot ass.” you shrugged.

“If that’s what you wanna think,” he replied.

You rolled your eyes. A moment of silence passed before Derek spoke again.

“Do you think that Kate could’ve killed Laura?” he asked.

“I-I don’t know,” you sighed.

“I want answers. I need answers,” he said.

“I know. And we’ll get some. I just think it’ll take time,” you said.

“Yeah. Well, you should go home now. It’s getting late,” he said. 

The two of you sat in the car, driving off.

[frequent-phases]

Fixed - Part 4

A\N: Finally Fixed is starting again! I missed writing this series so much. Well, here’s part four friends, I hope you like it!

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As soon as Lydia called me about the suspicious motel that they were staying at, I bolted out of bed. I only paused once to put on a pair of black flats and grab a white cardigan to throw on over the skimpy black nightgown that Lydia had given me before I snatched my phone and keys, running to the Charger and driving for hours in hopes to help my friends.

I made it to the Glen Capri Motel in record time, never going under 100 down the highway. As soon as I got out, I saw a flash of red on the second floor. Looking up, I saw Stiles, Lydia, and Allison huddling around one of the doors. 

Not wasting another second, I bolted up the stairs, sliding to a stop behind Lydia and Allison as Stiles ran into the room, grappling with Ethan for a handsaw. Lydia was the only other one to react, unplugging the saw just in time to save Stiles’ face from being cut in two.

While the whole fiasco was happening, I regret to say that I was frozen, shocked that Ethan would try to rip himself apart. Finally, everything was over when Ethan fell onto a heater trying to get out of the grip that Allison and Stiles had on him.

“What just happened?” Ethan panted before shoving past me, running out of the room. 

“Eth- Liv? What are you doing here?” Stiles asked frantically as he raced over to me.

“I-I came as fast as I could. Lydia called and I figured that you guys needed help.” I explained, my eyes were still wide from the scene that I had just witnessed.

“We’ll talk about this later, right now we need to talk to Ethan.” Allison said, causing Stiles to look up and bolt out of the room after Ethan.

“Didn’t you hear what I just said?” Ethan snapped as we chased after him. “ I don’t know how I got there or what I was doing.”

“You could be a little more helpful, Ethan. They did just save your life.” I said, taking a few steps ahead of Stiles in hopes of getting through to the stubborn twin.

“And they probably shouldn’t have.” Ethan said, glaring at us one last time before he stormed into his room.

“What now?” I hear Lydia ask as my shoulders sagged.

“I’ll go find Scott.” Allison spoke up as I stared at Ethan’s closed door. Something was definitely fishy here. “You guys grab Isaac and Boyd. The best thing we can do is get them out of here.”

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Lydia asked causing me to whip around to see Stiles staring at her, with a mix of pity and longing. Just seeing the way that he looked at her made my heart drop to my stomach.

“Oh, no, I’m n-” Stiles began, but was cut off by Lydia.

“Stiles.” 

“Alright Lydia, I didn’t want to say anything, but this, everything we’re going through, we’ve kind of been through something like this before. A lot like this.” Stiles said and I took a cautious step forward.

“What do you mean? When did you go through something like this?” I asked and it was almost like Stiles noticed me for the first time that night, more appropriately, he noticed what I was wearing for the first time.

“What are you-” Stiles began but cut himself off, shaking his head and returning to the crisis at hand. “Lydia’s birthday party, the night that she poisoned everyone with wolfsbane.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Lydia rolled her eyes and brushed past him, Stiles didn’t hesitate before trailing after her, trying to apologize. I huffed and put my hair in a ponytail, having a feeling that the rest of the night would be action fueled. I jogged slightly, trying to catch up with my friends, almost running into Lydia as she stopped short of a sewer grate.

“Do you hear that?” She asked as she looked around.

“What?” Stiles asked as Lydia bent down, listening to something. “Lydia, what do you hear?”

“A baby crying.” She muttered as she continued to listen to something that only she could hear. “I hear, I hear water running. Oh my god! She’s drowning the baby! Someone’s drowning!”

I don’t know how Stiles knew to check Boyd and Isaac’s room, but as soon as we burst through, we saw Boyd’s legs sticking out of the tub and a big black box resting on his chest. Stiles and Lydia surged forward, attempting to pull the box off of his chest and failing. My mind went back to the fight with Ethan, how he only snapped out of his trance when he landed on the heater. 

Heat, that was the way to save Boyd. I bolted out of the room and down to the bus, fumbling a few times before I was able to grab two of the three flares and run back to the room. 

I ran past Stiles and Lydia who were still trying to get the safe off. I threw off my cardigan before taking the lid off of the flare and striking it a few times until it finally lit. I only hesitated for a second, hating that I had to hurt Boyd before I thrust the flare into the water. As soon as the fire touched his skin, Boyd shot up, roaring and throwing the safe across the room.

“How did you know to do that?” Stiles asked, staring at me in shock as I pulled my cardigan back on.

“Heat brought Ethan out of it. Boyd was underwater and road flares have their own oxidizers, so I ran to get them.” I said, shaking slightly.

For a moment, everything was silent, except for a quiet panting that I couldn’t place. I looked around, finally pinpointing the sound. I walked over to the bed on the right, slowly sinking to my knees, I lifted the bed skirt to find a sweaty, panicking Isaac. I sat up and grabbed the second flare, quickly lighting it, before lifting the bed skirt again and shoving the flare into Isaac’s shoulder.

“I can’t find Scott anywhere.” Allison said as the four of us rushed down the stairs.

“It’s happening to him too, isn’t it?” Stiles asked.

“It has to be.” Lydia concluded.

“There’s another flare on the bus, I’ll go get it.” I said, surging forward, but stopped in my tracks when I took in the heartbreaking sight of my best friend soaked in, I assumed, gasoline and holding a flare. We made a slow arc around him like he was a ticking time-bomb that could go off at any moment.

“Scott?” I called as we stopped in front of him.

“There’s no hope.” Scott declared after a moment of silence.

“What do you mean, Scott?” Allison asked, her voice cracking. “There’s always hope.”

“Not for me. Not for Derek.” I didn’t bother holding back my tears when I heard the despair in his voice.

“Derek wasn’t your fault. You know Derek wasn’t your fault.” She whispered, still hoping that her efforts would help him off of his metaphorical ledge.

“Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed.” He said, refusing to look any of us in the eye.

“Scott, listen to me, okay? This isn’t you, all right? This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay?” Stiles tried, but Scott cut him off.

“What if it isn’t? What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else? It all started that night, the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? The three of us, we were, we were, we were nothing. We weren’t popular. We weren’t good at sports. We weren’t important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all.” The utter hopelessness in his voice spurred something in me.

“I know it hurts, Scott.” I said as I slowly walked into the puddle of gas with him and he finally met my eyes. “Believe me, I know, but you can’t do this, Scott, at least not alone. You’re my rock, my confidant, my brother, Scott. If you go, then I won’t be long after you.”

“If you go, I go too.” I said as I finally reached Scott, both of us crying openly. I cupped his face with one hand and grabbed the flare with the other, quickly tossing it aside before wrapping him in a hug that we both desperately needed.

“No!” I heard Stiles yell as a force hit my back, throwing Scott and I forward out of the puddle and onto the hard ground. I saw Scott and Stiles shield me as the gasoline erupted into white hot flames.

Once the flames died down, everyone agreed that it would be better to just sleep on the bus. Scott, Allison, and Lydia all climbed the steps slowly exhausted by the night’s events. I was about to follow behind my friends when a hand grabbed my wrist, I turned to find Stiles glaring at me.

“Do you have any clue how stupid that was?” 

“Stiles, you and Scott do stupid things all the time, I don’t really think you’re allowed to lecture me. Scott was going to kill himself.” I said, raising my eyebrows at him.

“I was going to do it. I was going to save him.” Stiles said with his best bitch face.

“The entire time that I was away, you risked your life to help Scott, why can’t I do the same thing?” I practically shouted.

“Because I know that you were putting yourself in danger so that I wouldn’t!” He yelled back and I froze, confused.

“What? No, that’s not-”

“I know how you feel about me Liv…” Stiles interjected and my eyes went wide.

“What?” I repeated.

“The day after Heather’s party I told you that you were trying to hook up with some guy. I was that guy.” Stiles said and I took a step away from him, shocked. “You didn’t recognize me and you were saying how you would sleep with me to get over, well, me.”

“And you just decided to act like nothing happened?” I shouted as took another step back, pained that he would pretend I hadn’t confessed my feelings to him. “Were you just going to keep rubbing it in my face that you love Lydia and not me?”

“No, that’s not what I-”

“You know what, no. I’m going home.” I said, turning on my heel and storming to the Charger, trying to hide my tears from him.

“Wait, Liv!” Stiles shouted, but I ignored him as I peeled out of the parking lot, refusing to look back as the Glen Capri and Stiles faded into the distance.

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Please do a fanfiction of short johnny and meena doing cute stuff , like johnny has to be on his tip toes to kiss meena :3 XD or meena carrying johnny bridal style or something, have a great day! !!!!!!!

I tried to give you every instant with an insecure little Johnny. I hope you enjoy it!!

Growth Spurt

That morning Meena, Johnny and Ash were walking to the theatre from Ash and Johnny’s apartment. Johnny’s hand was firmly clasping Meena’s and their arms were swinging slightly as they walked. The day was starting to shape up as a good one until Ash moved in front of the two lovebirds and examined them as she slowly walked backwards. 

“Johnny…” Ash titled her head to one side and looked them over once more, “Did you ever notice that you’re shorter than Meena?” Johnny’s brow furrowed and he looked over at Meena, comparing their heights. Only in that moment did he realize that he was looking up slightly at his girlfriend. 

“Only by a little bit.” Ash interrupted his musings, “But still…” She winked mischievously at Johnny before turning around and walking normally once more. Meena just shrugged off the random comment and continued walking happily, but Johnny thought about it as he walked and slowly his own insecurities began to rise without his permission. 

“I just haven’t hit my growth spurt yet.” He announced after a few minutes of brooding silence. Meena gave him a confused look and Ash snickered from her spot in front of them. 

“It’s true! All of the men in my family are way taller than this. I just need to hit my growth spurt.” There was a slight hint of pout in his voice that made Ash snicker louder. 

“Whatever you say Pretty Boy.” Ash rolled her eyes and hurried up the steps into the theatre. Meena released Johnny’s hand as she followed Ash, quickly leaving him behind. Johnny then proceeded to stomp up the stairs, still pouting a little bit. Once he was inside he hurried towards the stage where Buster was waiting for him in order to start the morning meeting. He took his place next to Meena, who was happily chatting with Rosita.  

Johnny slowly, and as casually as possible, rose up on his tippy toes in an effort to see how far he had to grow in order to pass her height. He stopped on the very edge of his toes and a strong sense of manly pride flowed through him when he found that he was level with Meena. He tried to hold it for as long as possible but the strength in his legs finally gave out and he was forced to fall back to his normal height. Disappointment flowed through him once more and he crossed his arms over his chest, grumbling to himself like a petulant child. He didn’t notice Meena trying desperately to hide her giggles as she watched him out of the corner of her eye. Johnny spent the rest of the morning meeting pouting and standing on his tippy toes, trying to be as tall as Meena. As a result he missed everything that Buster said and was really confused when everyone else started moving towards the shop rather than the practice rooms. 

He gave Ash a confused look and she rolled her eyes in annoyance before pushing him towards the shop. “Today is a work day. So get your ass in the shop and work.” She nodded towards the table saw where a bunch of scenery pieces were still waiting to be cut out. Johnny smiled gratefully at her before putting on the safety gear and getting to work. 

He saw his next opportunity to prove his tallness when he was taking a break next to where Meena was working on the lighting and checking the rigging. He wiped the sweat off of his brow and sauntered over to where she was staring intently at her checklist. 

“ ‘Ello Beautiful.” He said in greeting and Meena looked up with a big grin on her face. 

“Hi Johnny.” She said softly and she started to lean in to give him a kiss but was stopped almost immediately when his lips surged up to meet hers. Johnny was standing on his tiptoes again, this time so that he could kiss her. Meena giggled slightly but enjoyed the kiss nonetheless. Eventually the strength in his tired limbs gave out and he was forced back down to his normal height. 

Meena sent him a dazzling smile that made some of the disappointment disappear, but not enough to discourage him from trying to prove how tall he was. He smiled back at her before downing his water bottle and heading back into the machine shop. He wasn’t even halfway through all of the set pieces that needed cutting so if he wanted to finish them all today he would need to keep his breaks short. 

After a few hours of hard work he moved onto a very difficult piece of scenery that required a smaller handsaw. He spent close to half an hour scouring the workroom for it before he realized that the last person to use them had put them on the highest shelf, the one shelf that happened to be just out of his reach. 

Johnny groaned as he banged his head on the counter in frustration. It was like everyone and everything was trying to rub in his height insecurity. Johnny took a few seconds to gather himself before he stood up to his full height and tried to reach for the saw. His long fingers strained for the machine, trying to find some part of it to clasp, but he only succeeded in pushing it farther back on the shelf. 

He growled in frustration and looked around for something to stand on, but there wasn’t anything really tall enough. Curiously he pulled on the shelving unit and it shook slightly. He looked behind him and down the hall where Meena was pulling the rigging so that the lights rose back to the ceiling. Rather than admit that he needed help to reach something, Johnny decided to scale the shelving unit. 

He tentatively put one foot on the nearest shelf and made sure that he had a good enough hold before pushing off and grabbing onto the shelf. The whole unit shook slightly and his heart pounded in his chest as he waited for it to steady again. When it stopped moving he began scaling once more, taking breaks every new level in order to keep the shelf from toppling over. 

He finally reached the top shelf and grabbed the handsaw triumphantly, holding it up in the air in celebration. At that same moment his one-handed grip on the shelving unit faltered and he found himself falling back towards the ground. Johnny closed his eyes tight and braced himself to hit the cold concrete floor of the set shop.  

His fall, however, was stopped when he landed on something soft yet strong instead of the hard, unfeeling floor. He opened one eye to make sure that it wasn’t a dream and that he was still alive. He was met with the relieved but disapproving gaze of his girlfriend. 

Meena had caught him in her arms and was looking down at him with a look that made his insides squirm in shame. 

“ ‘Ello love.” He smiled charmingly but Meena just raised an eyebrow and set him down on the ground. 

“What were you doing climbing up there?” She asked, looking up at the shelf curiously before looking down at him again. It was in that moment that Johnny realized that he had dropped the handsaw when he had fallen and it taunted him from the top shelf. 

“That rathead ‘andsaw…” He hesitated and looked down, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, “I couldn’t reach it.”  

Meena gave him a questioning look, wordlessly asking him why exactly he didn’t ask for help. When Johnny wouldn’t meet her eyes she shrugged and casually reached up with her trunk, easily snaring the handsaw and bringing it down to Johnny. He reluctantly took it from her and gave her a weary smile, not quite able to hide his own disappointment. 

“Thanks Meena.” He mumbled and then hurried back over to his worktable to finish his projects. Behind him Meena watched him go with a confused look on her face. Suddenly it hit her that Johnny had been acting weird all day about being tall because Ash had made him feel insecure about it. She rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s childish actions, but decided that she couldn’t let him beat himself up all day. As soon as he was done with his project she would talk to him about it. 

When lunch rolled around everyone gathered on the stage to eat together, like always. Johnny was the last to arrive because he had to wipe off all of the dust from his hair before joining them. Buster had gone down to the local pizza parlor and bought some pizzas so Johnny loaded up his plate with a couple before settling down next to Meena. Meena always made her own lunch rather than eat what Buster provided so she was surrounded by little containers of fruit salad, sliced veggies, and a perfectly cut peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

Whenever Johnny thought Meena wasn’t looking he would lean over and steal some strawberries out of her fruit salad. They both knew that he stole her strawberries because she only put them in there for him. Once she had learned of his love for the red fruit she had packed them in her fruit salad and given him plenty of opportunities to steal them throughout their lunch hour. 

Today Johnny still had a lot of work to finish, and he was starting to slow down now that his fatigue was catching up to him. He scarfed down his pizza slices, treating himself to Meena’s strawberries in between every couple bites. When he finished he leaned over and rested his side against Meena’s. 

“ ‘Ey Meena?” He asked tentatively and Meena swallowed her bite of sandwich before turning to him. Everyone else was distracted by their own lunches so they might as well be in their own little bubble. 

“Yeah Johnny?” She asked innocently, her sweet voice setting him at ease slightly. 

“Do ya fin’ I’m short?” He asked quietly and looked down at the stage, dreading her answer. She was quiet for a second and then out of nowhere she essentially pulled him into her lap and enveloped him in her embrace. 

“Nope. You just haven’t hit your growth spurt yet.” She said matter-of-factly and relief rushed through Johnny like a tidal wave. If Meena didn’t think that he was short then no one else’s opinion really mattered. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight in relief. Their moment, unfortunately, was broken when Ash snorted from behind them and wrapped her arms around them both. 

“Isn’t this adorable? You two are so cliché.” She chuckled, gave them a squeeze and then went back to her lunch. Johnny awkwardly disentangled himself from Meena’s embrace and scrambled onto his feet. 

“Well yeah. That’s the bloody way I loike it.” He grinned that charming grin of his and started backing up towards the workroom where he still had piles of set pieces to cut, “I’m gonna get back ter work. Thanks for the strawberries.” He winked at Meena and then hurried back to his work. She watched him go with a satisfied smile on her face. 

Johnny worked the rest of the day like a machine and by the end of the day all of the set pieces were cut perfectly and waiting to be painted. He looked them over with a huge grin before settling down in his chair. As soon as his body relaxed his eyes grew heavy and his mouth got pulled into a large yawn. He looked at the clock on his phone and decided that he had enough time to take a catnap before he went home for the day. 

An hour later Meena found him curled up in his chair, snoring slightly, completely dead to the world. He was sleeping so solidly that when she shook his shoulder to wake him up he just grumbled and curled into a ball. Meena giggled and stroked his hair gently, waiting for him to fall back into his deep sleep. Within seconds his soft snoring resumed and he was once again deeply ensconced in sleep. Meena worked her arms under his knees and neck and carefully picked him up so that he was nestled into her arms rather than his chair. She smiled softly to herself and began walking back to the front where Ash was waiting for them. 

Secretly she hoped Johnny would never get his growth spurt. She would never be able to carry him like this then. Not that he would let her try. 

When she came upon Ash she sent her a look that made her shut her open mouth and begin walking down the street. Johnny had enough to worry about, the last thing he needed to know was that his girlfriend had carried him home bridal style. 

After all, he was just waiting for a growth spurt.