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taeswolfie · 9 months ago

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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒐𝒏𝒆

☽︎𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝑮𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅☾︎

Ch.20 - Ch.22

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.4k

Lydia stands under the shower head, letting the warm stream of water rinse off her troubles. "Lydia." A male voice whispers to her. She turns off the water in confusion, now hearing faint cheering that had blended in with the running water. She slowly reaches out and hesitantly pulls back the shower curtain.

She's standing in the middle of the lacrosse field, completely dry and wearing her dress from the formal. The stands are filled with people cheering and clapping for her, some hold signs saying WE LOVE YOU LYDIA. The cheers fade and she sees a girl sobbing and fearful in the bleachers. Lydia turns and sees Peter walking towards her. She turns to run but he pulls her down to the ground. He climbs over her as she tries to crawl away. He goes to bite her.

Lydia sits up with a gasp in her bed, tears staining her cheeks. She tries to breathe for a moment trying to calm herself, but it fails when she looks down and hastily shoves her blanket away to find dirt caked in her sheets. She closes her eyes, a tear falling from her eyes. She opens them again and looks ahead of her. "Leave me alone."

Peter lays in her bed beside her. "Unfortunately, I can't. At least not yet."

"Are you real?"

He sits up and looks at her. "Interestingly... That question can also be answered, 'not yet'. I promise everything's going to get back to normal, Lydia. All that you have to do..." He raises his hand and lays it on the side of her face with his claws out. "Is every single thing that I ask." He trails his hand down a little, making her gasp when he lightly digs his claws in her skin. "Timing is key here, Lydia."

He now leads her down the stairs. "It all needs to happen by the next full moon. Do you know what they call the full moon in March? It's called the Worm Moon." Lydia pauses on a step and starts gasping as she looks down. Worms crawl and writhe over her feet. "They call it that because it's the last full moon of winter, and the worms would literally crawl out of the earth as it thawed." He turns to her and she gasps a bit in fear. He's covered in mud with a couple of worms on his head and shoulders. "Kind of has the feel of a rebirth, doesn't it?"

"But the full moon is on Wednesday." Lydia follows him to the living room, both clean and worm free. "That's my birthday."

"Exactly." They stand in front of the doors to her patio, a scene of people partying and having fun shown to her. "And Lydia's birthday is always the party of the year, isn't it?" She sees herself serving drinks to everyone. The other Lydia makes sure to keep Y/n near her if not by her side. "Everyone wants to go to Lydia's party. So we're gonna make it a very special party."

"And what if I don't?" Suddenly people are dead and bloody, screams echoing.

"I think it's best that we just make a plan and stick to it. That way no one gets hurt." Everyone is alive and standing, staring at her.

"Why me?"

"Because Lydia Martin is not only beautiful, not only incredibly intelligent. She's immune."

"Immune to what?"

"Oh, that's right. They haven't told you, have they? Your precious Y/n is the only one to even clue you in at least a little bit. Bet you've felt like the last to know for a long time. Doesn't feel good, does it? You deserve to know everything. It's probably best if I just show you."

Peter's gone and Lydia gasps at his sudden departure. She slowly looks to her left at a window where a hulking figure with glowing red eyes stands. She screams and the beast bursts through her window.

...

Y/n sat upright in bed. "Lydia!" She gasped out. When she took a moment to breath she shook her head in confusion. She was having a dream, but she couldn't remember what it was about. All she can remember is hearing Lydia scream. Y/n had a bad feeling about something, something she couldn't quite pinpoint, but it must have something to do with her friend because her stomach twists when she thinks about her. She sighed and laid back down, plagued by her worrysome thoughts.

Later that day Lydia had showed up with several Macy's bags in her car and swooped Y/n to Allison's house to show off what she had bought for her birthday party. Just the mention of it had Y/n's gut turning. Something was going to happen, but she'd be there for it. Lydia sped into Allison's room with the bags in hand, holding them up to the girl. "Clear your schedule." Lydia said chipperly. "This could take a while."

Y/n peaked her head over the strawberry blonde's shoulder. "Might take all night if we're not careful." She joked making Allison smile. She got up from her desk as Lydia placed the bags on her bed, Y/n taking a seat on the other side.

Allison chuckled. "How many outfits do you plan on wearing tonight?"

"It's my birthday party." She held up a short, grey striped dress. "I'm thinking host dress," she set it down, "evening dress, then, mm, after-hours casual." Lydia mused.

"I noticed that you didn't send out any invites."

"Biggest party of the year, Allison. Everyone knows." She continued to lay out the dresses she bought.

"I was wondering if maybe this year things, you know, might be different."

"Why would anything be different?"

"Just 'cause things have been off lately. Things and people. Like Jackson." Y/n raised a brow at the kind-of-subtle mention of the boy.

Lydia looked up at Allison, something sharp in her eyes. "What do you care about Jackson?"

Allison gave a smile, brushing it off. "Do you know if he's coming tonight?"

"Everyone's coming." Lydia then picked up another dress, getting back to her chipper state. "This one's American Rag." She held the tannish dress up to herself. "Mm, I love it. For me, not you. This one's Material Girl." She picked up a pink flowery dress and held it up to Allison. "It's for you." Allison smiled as she took it. "And this one's for you." She held up an outfit that she had picked out for Y/n. There was a knock on Allison's wall and the girls looked over. "Ms. Argent. What do you think of this one?" Lydia held up yet another dress for herself.

"Oh, it's lovely." Y/n tensed a bit when she saw the woman, remembering the other night when she attacked Derek. Although when Victoria didn't seem to recognize her, she allowed herself to relax just a bit. "Allison, uh, can I grab you for a moment to talk? Just the two of us." Y/n frowned at the feeling she was getting from Victoria. It was something like… Sorrow.

"Um, can we do it later?"

"Actually, uh, to be honest, sooner would be- would be better." She lightly touched her left shoulder.

"Party's at 10:00." Lydia chimed in.

"Um, will you be around before then?"

"I think so."

"You think so."

"I don't know." Allison sounded a little annoyed at the questioning. Lydia continued to hold up stuff for Allison. Victoria just smiled and turned to leave, taking one more look at her daughter.

"Allison, maybe you should talk to her." Y/n said. She had the feeling that that talk was very important.

"I can't right now."

"I'm sure you can spare a few minutes."

"I can't." She insisted and Y/n just nodded.

"Okay." She couldn't force Allison to go but she couldn't help but feel that Allison was going to end up regretting it.

Lydia took Y/n back to her house to get ready, insisting that she wanted to help her with her hair and makeup. Y/n didn't object because it was the birthday girl's day, she'll let Lydia do whatever she wanted to her face and hair. When Lydia was done Y/n admired herself in the mirror with Lydia behind her. "I'm a genius." Lydia praised herself making Y/n laugh.

"Both in the educational and fashion sense. Thank you, Lydia."

Lydia shrugged it off. "It's no biggie. It's a special night after all."

"Speaking of special night." Y/n went to her bag and fished out the small box wrapped in metallic pink wrapping paper. She presented the gift to her friend. "This is for you. Happy birthday."

"You didn't have to get me anything." Lydia gently took the offered item.

"I didn't have to but I wanted to. Just open it."

Lydia had a small smile at the gesture as she quickly unwrapped the black box underneath. When she lifted the lid she found pretty gold hooped earrings that had pink, heart-shaped glass leaves dangling from them. Lydia gasped a bit at them. "These are so pretty! Thank you." Lydia quickly pulled Y/n into a hug making her chuckle.

"I'm glad you like them."

"I'm putting them on right now." Lydia took off the simple silver hoops she had been wearing in favor of putting on her gift. Lydia beamed at her reflection. Then the door bell went off. "And so it begins." Y/n followed Lydia downstairs, the red-head picking up her silver tray of plastic cups filled with punch she made herself. With Y/n by her side Lydia answered the door and found Stiles there with a smile and a small wrapped gift.

"Happy birthday- heyyy." He trailed off and became a bit distracted when his eyes darted to Y/n and stayed there. The girls smirked at him and Lydia strutted off.

"Don't forget to try the punch!" She called over her shoulder.

"Like what you see?" Y/n asked while putting a hand on her hip in a little pose. Stiles immediately nodded, eagerly showing his approval of his girlfriend's attire. She chuckled and pulled him in, giving him a kiss before leading him to set down his gift for Lydia.

After a while Lydia swooped in to steal Y/n again to greet a few more guests that had arrived. Scott eventually showed up and he walked around with Stiles. "Have you seen Jackson anywhere?" Stiles asked Scott.

"No. Have you seen Allison?"

"No."

"Where's Y/n? I figured she'd be here by now."

"She is, but Lydia's been glued to her side. We should probably tell her and Allison what we found though."

"I'm still kind of not sure what we found."

"I figured out it has something to do with water. You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team, the way the kanima reacted around the pool."

"So whoever's controlling the kanima really hates the swim team?"

"Hated the swim team. Specifically, the 2006 swim team. So it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean, who are we missing? What haven't we thought of?"

When they got to the patio Allison walked up to them, giving a small smile in greeting, soon joined by Y/n. "Hey, Scott." Y/n smiled at him and he nodded back.

"Uh, Jackson's not here." Allison informed.

"Yeah, no one's here." Stiles noted.

"Maybe it's just early." Scott offered.

"Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town wack job."

"Hey." Y/n lightly hit his arm in warning.

"Well, we have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks." Allison said.

"I haven't."

"We don't owe her a party." Scott denied.

"What about the chance to get back to normal?" Allison asked.

"Normal?"

"She wouldn't be the town wack job if it wasn't for us." They all looked at Lydia across the way, trying to look as if she's unbothered by the lack of guests.

"I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here."

"Yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going. Like, really going." Stiles grabbed his phone.

"Who?" Allison wondered.

"I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party." Y/n smirked at him. She knew exactly who he was talking about.

When Lydia answered the door at the next ring she found several drag queens. "And you are?" She asked.

"We're here for the party." The drag queen in front answered.

Lydia was quiet for a moment before she gave a welcoming smile. "Well, come on in." She held the door for them as they cheered and a large group of people piled in. Lydia chuckled as a guy passed. "Don't touch anything." She warned.

The party was now very active. Y/n chatted with Allison a bit, Lydia walking by and handing them both a cup. Scott and Stiles were across the pool from them. "Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what?" Stiles asked.

"Why should I apologize?"

"Because you're the guy. It's, like, what we do."

"But I didn't do anything wrong."

"Then you should definitely apologize. See, anytime a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong it means he's definitely done something wrong."

"I'm not apologizing."

"Is that the full moon talking, buddy?"

"Probably. Why do you care anyway?"

"Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here. The only good thing so far is I'm in love with a badass witch. But, I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You're gonna be held back in school. But if on top of all that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."

"Don't stab yourself in the face."

"Why not?"

"Because Jackson's here." Scott had looked over at the blonde making Stiles do the same.

Lydia turns and spots Jackson, going over to him and handing him a drink. "Glad you could make it." She gave him a small smile and went back to the punch fountain. She ladled the pink drink into the cups and looked at her guests. She dipped the ladle in again, avoiding the wolfsbane petals strewn about the liquid. Lydia looked up just as Y/n started making her way over.

"Hey, Lyds, you need any-"

"Nope. All done." She scooped up her tray and moved Y/n away from the table so she wouldn't see the purple garnish of the punch.

People are starting to act tipsy, kissing and dancing everywhere. Lydia has changed into her second dress of the night. She hands a drink to Matt when he shows up and walks away to give another to Y/n. Matt went to take a sip when he spotted Allison, tossing it instead when she walked away from him.

Scott looked down at his hand, flexing it a bit. Lydia put a drink in his hand. "Uh, I can't drink tonight." He said looking up at her and Y/n by her side.

"All right, what is with the two of you?" She asked.

"Oh, no, Stiles is drinking."

"She doesn't mean Stiles. She means you and Allison." Lydia nodded to Y/n's words and Scott glanced at the brunette across the pool.

"I don't care why you have to keep your little love affair so secret, but right here and right now seems like the perfect time just... To have a good time."

"You know something?" Scott stood up. "You're right." Lydia chuckles and watches as he takes a sip of the punch.

"See? Isn't it good?"

"Actually, yeah. Really good." Y/n hums in agreement and takes a sip of her own drink while Scott polishes his off. Lydia leads Y/n away again and Scott looks for Allison but she's not where she was a moment before.

She had gone with Matt and let him have two minutes to explain his creepy "candids" of her. He continued to brush off the creepiness and became upset when she mentioned it was practically stalking. She then spotted a suspicious figure behind him. Wanting to follow (and not wanting to be around him anymore) she went to leave. He grabbed her arm to stop her and her Hunter reflexes kicked in, knocking him on his ass. She followed the figure dressed in black into the hall. She lost them for a moment, but then saw them slipping through the crowd in her direction. That's when she noticed a crossbow in their hand.

"No. No, not here. Scott." She called out for the wolf. "Scott!" The figure raised the crossbow and let loose an arrow that buried itself in her stomach. Allison doubled over with gasps as she held herself around the arrow, blood staining her hands. She looked up and the figure stepped into the light revealing... Herself.

The other Allison looked at her mockingly. "Look at you. Yelling for help. Always yelling for help. It's pathetic, Allison. You- you have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this." She raised the bow to Allison's head and pulled the trigger.

The world trembles.

The other Allison was gone.

The arrow was gone.

Allison was fine.

Scott and Stiles walk through the party outside as people become even more erratic. "You feeling okay?" Stiles asks because Scott seems to be having trouble with something.

"It's not the moon. It's different." Scott walked off and another voice caught Stiles' attention.

"Why am I wearing black? What are you, an idiot? I just came from a funeral. You know, people wear black at funerals." The angry voice of Noah Stilinski is heard and Stiles goes over to see his father indeed dressed in black, a bottle of booze in his hand and yelling at a guy.

"Dude, chill. It was just-"

Noah shoves the guy away. "Get out of my face." And then he sees Stiles and raises the bottle to him. "It's you. It's all you. You know, every day I saw her lying in that hospital bed slowly dying... I thought, 'how the hell am I supposed to raise this stupid kid on my own? This hyperactive little bastard who keeps ruining my life'? It's all you. It's you, Stiles." He says his name mockingly then points at him. "You killed your mother. You hear me? You killed her. And now you're killing me." He throws the bottle at Stiles and he flinches back.

The world trembles.

His father is gone.

The bottle is gone.

Stiles hastily wipes his tears.

Y/n walks through the house, smiling at people as they pass. She's become like a second Hostess to the party since Lydia has kept her by her side the whole time. She paused in the living room, looking around for Stiles or Lydia, when she suddenly stopped and her eyes widened at the person in front of her.

M/n stood looking at Y/n with a cold expression, the lightness and love in her eyes gone. "I'm disappointed in you. You have all this ability yet you do nothing with it. Your friends get hurt because you're not powerful enough." Y/n's breath was knocked out of her. She couldn't do anything but take in shaky breaths as her eyes cloud with tears. M/n's voice raises. "I died because you didn't do anything to stop it! What kind of a witch are you? A weak one! They're all going to die because you. Are. Weak!"

The world trembles.

M/n is gone.

Y/n falls to her knees in shock.

Peter kneels next to her and she barely registers the hand he laid on her shoulder. "You are more powerful than you think. And I have a way to prove it. Prove it to yourself and every one else that you are a powerful witch."

Y/n slowly looked up at him. "How?" He smiled.

Lydia kneeled next to her, a comforting hand on her back as Y/n wiped her tears. "Are you ready?" Y/n looked at her in determination and nodded.

People are insanely drunk now, stumbling and bumbling like laughing idiots. Scott stumbles his way up the stairs and pauses half way up to take a breather as the world seems to thrum. He looks up the stairs and finds Jackson on top of Allison on the window seat, heavily making out together. He starts to get upset when Jackson kisses her chest. Scott squeezes his eyes shut for a moment and when he looks back up Jackson is now the kanima. Scott's eyes shift and his fangs come out with a growl as the two kiss more. They then turn their heads to look at him.

The world trembles.

He struggles to gain control.

They're gone.

He pants in confusion. "Lydia. Y/n."

Jackson finishes off his drink and looks down at the cup. He blinks and looks around as he seems to wake up from a trance. The cup drops to the floor. "His name is Jackson. We're looking for Jackson Whittemore." A woman's voice floats over the party din followed by a man's.

"Has anyone seen Jackson? We're his parents."

Jackson looks to see Lydia turn to face an older couple, their backs are turned to him. "Mr. Whittemore?"

"No, we're his real parents."

"No, no." Jackson shakes his head.

"Could someone tell him we're here?" The woman asks.

"Tell him we're his real parents." They turn to face him, but their faces are blurred and undefined. Suddenly Jackson's face is like theirs. Blurred, undefined. No identity.

The world trembles.

The couple are gone.

Jackson's face is back to normal.

"You guys seen Lydia? You know where Lydia is? Or Y/n? Have you seen Lydia? Lydia and Y/n?" Scott asks around the party. He receives no answer, everyone is too busy sucking faces that they don't acknowledge him. "Where's Lydia and Y/n?" The girls he's looking for are walking down the street together away from the party. Scott finds Stiles sitting against a pillar next to the hot tub, dazed and drunk. He holds an open bottle of water as he tries to stir the boy. "Stiles, look at me. Drink the water. Stiles, drink it. Something's happening, and I need you to sober up right now. Come on, Stiles."

A girl comes up on the other side of them. "What do you think you're doing?" She asks. "You want to sober him up fast, that's not the way to do it."

"You can do better?"

"I can do best, boy." She grabs Stiles and dunks his head in the hot tub for a moment before setting him up again. "Whoo." Stiles gasps and stammers as he's suddenly no longer drunk. "How do you feel?"

"Like I might have to revisit my policy on hitting a girl." Stiles responds.

"He's sober."

…

Derek steps off of the old train having just dealt with Erica and Boyd going crazy on their first full moon. Isaac didn't really have much trouble because he had found an anchor. Derek turned his head at movement and found Lydia and Y/n there. He looked at them in confusion. Lydia lifted up her hand and opened it to reveal purple powder. She blew the crushed wolfsbane into his face and he fell to the ground unconscious.

…

Scott and Stiles separately comb through the drunk and crazy guests looking for Lydia and/or Y/n, meeting up after a bit. "Hey, I can't find them." Stiles informed. "And, dude, anyone who drank that crap, they're freaking out." Someone jumps into the pool causing a couple others to as well.

"I can see that." Scott says.

"What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know, but we gotta-"

"I can't swim!" Someone suddenly yells over the cacophony of partygoers. "No, no, no, no, stop, guys! I can't swim! I can't swim!" Two guys toss the yelling teen into the pool despite his protests. He flails around and tries to stay afloat as he cries out. Jackson reaches in and helps haul the guy onto the side of the pool where he coughs up water. He stands up to reveal a sopping wet Matt. He looks around at the people gawking at him. "What are you looking at?" He growls out. He sees Scott and Stiles, walking past them with an especially hard look at Scott.

Siren's wail and the crowd scatters from the police presence. Scott goes out onto the street and spots Matt across the road glaring at him. His eyes go wide when the kanima crouches next to Matt with its tail wrapped protectively around his legs. Matt and the kanima disappear when a group obstructs Scott's view of them.

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Y/n's eyes glow as she and Lydia walk into the Hale house. Y/n pulls Derek across the ground behind them with her magic. He stirs a bit at the movement. "Lydia." He dazedly looks around. The floor boards have been pulled up where Peter was buried. "Y/n." She sets him next to the hole where his arm can dangle in. "Guys, stop." Lydia kneels down and positions Derek's arm to where it's in Peter's grip. "You don't know what you're doing." Y/n's eye's flash as she binds them together, making sure Derek can't move even if he was strong enough to with a band of energy around their arms. Y/n stands at the top of the hole and holds her hand palm up as Lydia goes over to the mirrors she had set up. Y/n creates a slash in her hand, closing her fist and turning it to drip blood onto Peter and Derek as Lydia turns the mirror, making a beam travel between the glass and point down into the hole.

Y/n mutters a few words in Latin, words that compel Peter's spirit from the other world and bind it back to his body using the power of the moon, the life in the blood, and the will of the witch. Peter's claws dig into Derek's arm drawing blood. Peter's eyes open and Derek groans in pain. Peter twitches as he's reanimated and Derek gasps, his eyes wide and glowing red until they fade. Lydia looks scared and Y/n pulls her behind herself as Peter bursts from the floor and stands, completely healed and covered in dirt.

Peter looks up at the girls. "I heard there was a party. Don't worry. I invited myself." He smirks.

Ch.22

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papipopsicle · 4 years ago

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AFTERTASTE PART FIVE

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader

Genre: fluff and some angst

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.

Song: Candy by Doja Cat

Warnings: swearing, minors consuming alcohol

Words: 3.6K

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feedback is always appreciated

Y/N lasted two weeks before thoughts of even throwing the bet came to mind. She had been strong so far; making sure to wear her tightest outfits and highest heels, being extra touchy-feely with Archie and not reacting to his moves in the slightest. Her personal favourite moment was sitting on his lap at the Twilight Drive-In and giving him a hard-on whilst Kevin and Betty sat next to them non the wiser.

But now, on day eighteen, she needed reinforcements. The redhead realised his attempts were failing miserably and he couldn't help his reactions to Y/N’s provocative movements. He turned it up a notch, becoming rather possessive of the five foot blonde knowing she enjoyed that side of him. He carefully walked the line of teasing and taunting like a tightrope, always whispering in her ear and letting his hand rest on her inner thigh under the table. And now, Y/N found herself wanting to pounce him whenever he caught her eye. It was getting out of hand, so she called for the only two people who could possibly help.

"Have you tried doing the bend and snap?" Cherry asked out of the blue, her head rested on her girlfriends lap as the three watched Clueless from the comfort of Felicity's bed.

"Babe," the blue haired girl said with a sigh and took a handful of M&Ms, "I love you but I don't think our answer lies in a two-thousand's rom-com."

"Hey, it worked on you, didn't it?" The brunette grinned smugly and leaned up to kiss the girl above her, earning a handful of chocolate to be launched in their direction and a disgruntled groan from the blonde sitting beside them.

Y/N pouted, "Please stop reminding me how single I am."

At this, the two girls pulled away and sent her the same bewildered look, "You wouldn't be if you told that hunky ginger you're in love with him!" Flick barked, a hand playing with the hem of her partner's shirt whilst the other flew up in desperation.

The y/h/c girl sent her friends an incredulous glare, it only growing when their shared 'you know I'm right' smile made an appearance. She took a handful of sweets and irritably shoved them in her mouth, "I am not in love with Archie Andrews... I just want his body on my body... in a variety of ways, and locations... multiple times."

"Right, so let me just get this straight," Cherry sat upright and gathered her hair over one shoulder, she paused the film and sent the petite girl a serious look, "you really think a no-strings-attached relationship can actually work? Have you even seen Friends With Benefits? It doesn't work! Sure it's all fun and games now but it's only a matter of time before one of you catches feelings and shit gets real. Then we'll have to pick sides, obviously you automatically get us, but I really liked Archie, he was promising..."

"What my gorgeous girlfriend means, is that we won't have this relationship ruined because you two can't keep it in your pants. We've put a lot of work and effort into this ship and it isn't going to waste, this isn't some TV teen drama shit, there's no need to wait until season 6 to actually be happy. Don't be Lydia and Stiles." Flick rounded up, taking the remote and pressing play.

Y/N simply sighed and slouched against the pillows, her attention turning back to the TV as she sulked, "I came here for your advice, and honestly now it feels like my moms are telling me I can't have sex with my hot best friend because they ship us too hard romantically. How can sex ruin a friendship? That's like saying extra sprinkles ruin ice cream! Anyways, none of that matters unless I win this stupid bet."

"You know Y/N/N, asking a lesbian and a bisexual whose only ever been with a girl on how to seduce a boy isn't exactly your best move." Cherry commented, snuggling under her blanket with a near-empty bowl of mini-pretzels at her side.

"My advice? Just be yourself, dumbass. Clearly for some weird reason he's into that, so it's only a matter of time until he gives in and this insanity will end. Boys think with their dicks and have a lot less will-power than us. For fucks sake, he's sprung when your name's mentioned in passing conversation, clearly he wants to bone your brains out. Wait it out, you're one stubborn chick when you want to be, you got this."

Two days later, on one rather fateful Friday night, Y/N found herself in the midst of a party thrown by none other than the Blossom twins. It had been a while since she'd spoken to either of them, but since their entire year was currently making out on the couches, the invitation wasn't all that strange. She and Betty had spent the evening getting ready whilst rocking out to the cheesiest music known to their generation. The smaller blonde wore a little red number with lace cutouts, and only managed to convince her taller friend to ditch the mom-jeans for a conservative royal blue knee-length dress. Baby steps, she told herself whilst trying her best not to cut a deeper neckline in the mass of material.

Betty Cooper had absolutely no idea what was going on between two of her three best friends; and although she'd always been silently jealous of their closeness, she was used to it and didn't think twice to question it. Y/N spritzed her neck and wrists with her favourite perfume, Daisy Dream, and gave herself a final once over in the large mirror beside her wardrobe.

With perfect timing, like some magical intuition, Y/N’s phone buzzed, notifying her their ride was outside. She grinned at the taller girl and slipped her black Louis Vuitton's on, "Ready, m'lady?"

"I-I don't know, Y/N/N." Betty panicked, wringing her hands together as a worrisome look etched onto her face, "What if my mom sees us leave? She'll kill me if she finds out we're going to a Blossom party."

"She won't. And even if she does, she'll only see us getting into a car with Cherry and Flick, just tell her they invited us over for a girl's night or something... Stop worrying about the future, and start living in the now! You look smokin', I look hot, we are not wasting my precious work on Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore again, capisce?" Y/N didn't allow even a millisecond to pass before dragging the taller girl downstairs with her where they met Polly and Ren.

The four took a few quick photos together and hightailed it out to the red convertible sitting on the edge of the drive. Polly switched places with Flick and the happy couple sat in the back on each other's lap, leaving Y/N and Betty sat beside them like two spare wheels.

When the group of girls arrived, Cheryl graciously directed them down to the basement. Thoughts of being led down to a torture chamber came to mind as the redhead opened a large squeaky door, but those died down when the smell of liquor and sound of house music hit them like a brick wall.

So now, an hour into the night, it was just Betty and Y/N standing at the side of the room with a red solo cup in hand. Polly ran off to find her beloved boyfriend as soon as she arrived and Y/S/N just so happened to find herself hitting on a nearby houseplant. 'Flicky' were playing beer pong, well cider for them, against Reggie and Moose, and were winning with only one cup standing.

The petite girl, who still stood below her friend even in four inch heels, was about to save her sister from some terrible mugshots, but a strong arm stopped her in her tracks and pulled her back into a muscly chest.

"Where'd you think you're going, gorgeous?" A deep voice breathed in her ear, and a second later she ripped herself away from the boy, instantly recognising him and wishing to be the other side of the building right now. Though her actions were quick, the brunette pinned her to the nearest wall and stared hazily into her wide chartreuse-coloured eyes. Y/N actually laughed at the irony of the location, finding it funny that the last time she was in this position it was rather enjoyable.

"Fuck off, Chuck." The girl took another sip of her drink, not bothering to pay the boy any attention because that's exactly what he wanted. Though, when his arms moved from the wall to around her waist and neck, forcing Y/N to look up at him, she felt like punching the stupid smile off his smug face. But with one hand stuck at her side and the other holding her drink, she simply settled for chucking her remaining vodka-lemonade at the boy.

He chuckled cynically and wiped his face down, eyes darkening as he pushed himself against her with even more force, "Now, now. That's no way to treat the best fuck you've ever had. Why don't we go find somewhere quiet, for old times sake." He commanded, his tone leaving no room for questioning or any form of verbal consent.

But Y/N scoffed and chucked her now empty cup at his face, "Do you really want to be known for rape, as well as leaking a fifteen year old's sex tape, that you were a part of let's not forget?"

He sighed and brought a hand up to cup her face, coarse fingers gripping her jaw achingly tight, "Y/N/N, aren't we past that? I was mad and you embarrassed me in front of the entire football team, what did you expect me to do? Can't we just forget about that?" His other arm aggressively tugged her closer, "C'mon, you know you want me, slut."

Y/N had her eyebrows raised intolerably the entire time he spoke, and when she realised this had no affect on him, she cocked her head ever so slightly. That word felt so good coming from Archie's lips weeks ago. But with Chuck's intoxicated breath panting down on her made up face, she felt completely and utterly violated, physically and mentally.

She hid the look of disgust as best as possible and simply let her best fake alluring smile grace her features; Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and looked ever so sweetly into his darkened eyes, "Clayton, we were together for what, eight months? And somehow, in that entire time, you never made me orgasm, not even close. I feel sorry for any girl, or whoever else who has to put up with your shitty oral. Don't you ever, ever use that word against me or any other girl. Don't touch me, you do not and shall never have consent to touch my body, remember that." She smoothly spoke, her voice laced with sugar-coated venom.

Using his drunken and shocked state to her advantage, Y/N unhooked his arms and rushed off to find one particular individual. She fought through the endless crowd of teenagers and after ten minutes of searching, Archie was nowhere to be found. A light tapping on one shoulder caused the y/h/c girl to spin on her heels, ready to slap a bitch if it were another jock.

But thankfully it wasn't, and Y/N let out a sigh of relief when her eyes found Betty's figure. She took her taller friend by the arms and asked, "Have you seen Archie at all? There's three fucking gingers at this party and I can only spot two."

"Last time I saw him he was in line for the bathroom, and that was around five minutes ago." The taller blonde said, peering down at her friend in concern as a hand smoothed down her signature ponytail instinctively, "Is there anything I can help with?"

Betty's question almost flew right past her as she searched for the toilet queue, but thankfully she managed to make out a few words, and quickly put two and two together. Y/N shook her head and finally looked at her friend, "It's alright, but one of us is about to lose a bet, I'll tell you who once I find out."

Betty's expression contorted at that, and she began to feel an uneasiness settling in the pit of her stomach. The Cooper girl did her best to hide her jealousy along with her crush on Archie. She'd always viewed Y/N as the unwanted cog in the machine, but as the months went on she couldn't help but feel like a spare part.

With that, the petite girl marched off and soon found herself pushing through throngs of her drunken classmates until a head of fiery-red hair poked up above the crowd. He was joking and laughing with Reggie, both wearing giddy smiles whilst sipping from from their cups every so often.

Y/N was used to being easily knocked, because she was so tiny in relation to the 6 foot something masses of muscle she called her friends, so it came as no surprise when someone practically rammed her right into the middle of the boys' conversation. Luckily, being the gentleman he was, Archie's arm instinctively wrapped around her waist to steady her toppling body. Their chatting ceased and it took Reggie no less than a second to start talking to someone else, leaving the red-haired boy looking down in confusion at his best friend.

"You okay there, Tiger?" He asked, gingerly hooking a few strands of her y/h/c hair behind her ear, making Y/N crane her neck up to watch him intently for a moment. She bit down on her lower lip and let out an intoxicated little giggle, "My knight in shining armour, however will I repay you?"

Archie breathed out a deep chuckle and smirked, "I can think of a few ways..." he all but muttered. Y/N’s thoughts flickered back to just moments ago in the lull of silence, and that was all the boy needed to lead her out of the packed basement. He saw the look confliction in her eyes, not quite understanding it, "has something else happened, Y/N/N?"

"Do you remember last spring, when I finally broke it off with Chuck... and then he, you know?" She tried to clarify, but her words wavered and fell short.

"Released a video of you two without your consent and only got suspended for a week?" Archie almost growled his voice felt so heavy. He hated remembering their relationship. Not only because he wanted Y/N to be only his, but because he was forced to see his best friend humiliated and heartbroken all at the same time and couldn't stop it.

"That's the one." The girl looked down, unable to meet his eyes as her mind raced back to one of the darkest weeks of her life. But she pulled herself away from the horrible memories, "Look, it happened and I can't change that, but I really don't want to be around him right now."

"We'll go back to mine right now, Tiger." Archie affirmed with his hand now cupping her made up face, bringing her gaze back to his own.

"Woah, didn't realise you two were a thing." A slurring Reggie turned back around and winked at the pair with his usual cheeky smile, "Don't worry, I won't tell."

Y/N giggled and hiccuped at the same time, "Fuck off, Reg."

"Hey, if you hurt her, Andrews, I'll knock you into next year." The Asian boy only partly joked with his best friend.

The Robins girl pulled herself away from the wall and wrapped her arms around Reggie, "My hero!"

"Yeah, yeah." He hugged her back, not too hard though as in his drunken state he was scared he might snap her in half with all his muscular might. "I love you too, Y/N/N."

She gave him a sweet peck on the cheek before returning to Archie's side, clasping his hand in her own and leading the both of them away from the raucous party. Nobody seemed to notice in their happy little haze, even if they did, most people assumed the two were sleeping together anyway.

"Does it bother you at all?" Y/N small voice called as they walked down the narrow roads back home. She didn't know whether the answer would be something she wanted to hear, but it had been bothering her for the past minute or so.

Archie's brows furrowed, slightly more sober and completely not understanding his companion's train of thought, "Does what bother me?"

"That people assume so much about us? That we're sleeping together? That we're a couple?" She pondered.

"Not unless it's something that puts you in a negative light, otherwise I really couldn't care less about other people's opinions. Everyone has them, but the only ones that matter to me are my friends and my family's." Archie reassured her.

Y/N giggled at her own joke, "I thought you were going to say they're like assholes?"

The boy looked at her incredulously.

"Everybody has one." She grinned and wrapped her arm around his waist as his own found its way to her shoulders, pulling her into his warmth. The rest of the walk was silent after that, cool summers air bringing an ease to Y/N's tipsy frame. Twenty minutes must have gone by before they saw the Andrews' household finally in view, it was anything but awkward though. Their hands clasped swinging between them, the girl's feet beginning to ache from the regrettable choice of five inch heels.

They shared giggles and passing comments that wouldn't make sense the next morning, gleeful smiles hanging from cheek to cheek. Before Archie had the chance to hunt for his key, the front door opened with Fred sending the two teenagers a short look of annoyance.

"Get in already." He rolled his tired eyes, not wanting to question why his son's best friend was currently looking up at him with hidden adoration as she slipped off her shoes.

Y/N hiccuped and sent the adult an apologetic smile, "Sorry if we woke you, Freddie."

"I couldn't sleep anyway, kid, don't worry about it." Fred gave her a kind smile and felt her small frame hug his own. He returned it as always and after a few moments, let the teenagers carry on upstairs. The girl immediately went into the bathroom and found her small bottle of cleanser under the sink, removing her heavy make up before returning to her best friends room.

Y/N couldn't help but gawk at the sight her eyes were greeted with, the redheads body clad with tight boxers with his warm bedside lamp lighting the room, and his muscular build, perfectly. Her hands lightly traced his back, making Archie jump before leaning into her touch.

"I'm still going to win this bet," She whispered, shutting the bedroom door and pulling the boy down to his bed with her, "but Arch, can I ask you something?"

Y/N's head nearly reached the wall as the redhead towered over her, hot breath tickling her skin while he rest himself against her without putting any weight down. "Of course." The words floated from his lips so easily, knowing his whole life he'd do anything or answer whatever she wanted.

"Do you think we're meant to be more than friends? I think I've finally realised it's not that we were never and will never be romantic in each other's minds, it's always been that way but we've just never really known." The Robins girl seemed so sure of her words, staring up into his amber eyes with so much honest admiration.

He watched her for what felt like forever, not knowing whether it was the alcohol in them both or just that the little game they were playing didn't matter anymore, and decided to throw that away. A short gasp fell from Y/N's lips as Archie caught them, rolling over and pulling her on top of his chest.

"You're right, I've always wanted us to be more than friends Y/N/N, ever since Leonardo went missing when we were in sixth grade and you kissed my cheek when I found him." Archie propped himself up and returned that same gesture. She stole a kiss but he didn't let it end, running his fingers through her curled blonde hair.

"Arch?" Her small voice called out, sitting atop of his torso still in her revealing red dress. He nodded back with the biggest smile, unable to control the pure joy as her next words tumbled into the world, "Will you be my boyfriend?"

"I don't have a choice, since I lost the bet, do I?" He mocked, smile not falling as she hit his chest and rolled her eyes. "Yes, of course, yes, I'll be your boyfriend."

PART SIX

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taetaespeaches · 4 years ago

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From the creators of “Lydia found out she can upload pictures and gifs into your ask box” here comes “Lydia found out she can submit text and stop spamming you with so many asks”.

Because, my love, get ready, this is really something. And I’m sending it today because I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, I’ll work half day and then I’ll go get new glasses because your girl is going blind and annoyed.

Please just answer this whenever you want, no pressure, this is.. a lot. I’m sorry in advance.

First of all, my data finished because of tete’s vlive, I didn’t noticed they were on instead of my wifi, I felt so stupid lol, but girl DID YOU SEE, is it me or does he looks more mature and holy shit so sexy ?????? what the fuck Taehyung, I’m actually asking, what the fuck? I want to know what is up with the fuck.

In other news, Jin and poopsie are moving in together. I’m in love and I’m totally Peaches chasing down that cup to put it in the trash. I do that, does Peaches also slow down when a pigeon is walking in front of her? bc I do that, they just don’t care and I’m like ok fine pigeon go ahead, they’re funny lol- but that was just lovely, I can’t stop thinking about how GOOD tae looks, although I laughed bc if there’s something my mom hates is when anyone makes noises while eating and Tae is the master of it. I kid you not, my mom wants to slap me and gets SO angry when I do it (I do it just to mess with her lol) but yeah, I’ve shown her videos of tae eating like that and she’s like NO, GOD NO! it’s so funny! because she loves him and doesn’t want to see him doing that, I think he looks adorable and maybe I would slap him too but hey, he enjoys food. He a baby. Must protect.

And in other/other news, you killed me with hobi/petal because I started writing this right before you post that and now I’m just adding it in here: you killed me because, I was just starting to go about those pandemic and awful year topic, I was reading it in the bathroom and I almost cry, my precious babies!! T_T and OH! how much I want to go for a walk! I need it, yesterday I walked a little, but didn’t enjoy it, we were just getting lost looking for the pizza place.

But srsly, walking is so good ??, months ago I could feel my anxiety burning my soul, it was awful and one morning on my way to work we always saw people exercising and stuff and I realized all I wanted to do was RUN. so we started going for walks in the afternoon after I got off work (we stopped for a while bc A LOT OF SHIT HAPPENED) but that first day I walked like no one else lol, I could feel my thighs crying but hell I wasn’t stopping, and I just felt so so so so much better! it was amazing.

Well, there ya go, a health tip: go for walks, if you have a dog I think it’s better, I saw so many dogs I was thriving lol. Now my knees are killing me because they do nothing but sit all day.

But yeah, as I was saying: Liv, I’ve missed you, and I would love to say that it was because I’ve been busy or doing something fruitful BUT NO, I’ve been like a zombie these past 2 weeks because I’ve slept till late some nights and everything’s weird, christmas was fun but also weird, my cousin couldn’t be home bc covid and it’s just weird, then I couldn’t see my bf till yesterday bc he was sick (not covid), and I don’t know, it’s like everything is fine but it still feels weird, you know? Petal says this shitty year is coming to an end but damn if I enjoyed the fact that I found Bts, I don’t remember what it was like before and I don’t care.

I’m so grateful, I was a big one direction fan, but I can’t compare, you know? I was younger, I was in school, I was a different person. And now, I’m still young *cough*, but I’m not in school, I have a job and I’m different, and in a lot of moments when I need it, BTS say “hey, love yourself!” every chance they get! and even if there are a lot more moments when I think “I can’t, nope, not now” I probably don’t love myself like I should, but I can say that I WANT TO, and I never make new year’s resolutions, I don’t want it to be a “I’ll do it next year” thing, but maybe I’ll take that will and aspire for something. This year Covid was the least of my problems, family, friendships and relationships have been fucking HARD and I am freaking scared, not gonna lie, there are a lot of things I have to think about, to decide and act on. But I’m also grateful I have other friendships that I got to renew and helped me keep going. So so grateful.

And I’m so grateful for you, I’m happy I found you because believe me when I say you helped a lot too. Just the thought that I can come here and express whatever thing, whatever novel I write for you: from how sexy I think Hobi is - to also have the trust and talk about anything else, even when we don’t really know each other, I don’t expect to get anything back from you but I get so much and it’s refreshing so THANK YOU for that.

I got a little cheesy, I want to cry. But I mean it. I appreciate the hell out of you and your existence. This is me, I can start by saying Hey Tae’s so sexy and finish with I love you, Liv. I wish you forever happiness.

Happy new year, queen!! 🍾

Here’s a picture of my Christmas tree last night with it’s new lights because the ones I bought last year failed on me and I was so angry I went to amazon and bought these for 25 dlls! - And a picture of my cat (her name is Spinelli) from last christmas, because well… I thought the world should see her, she cute.

(I promise I won’t do this often, I’ll send normal asks. I just thought it would be easier lol)

Stay safe ♥

Hello my lovely Lydia!! I’m cackling about what you said about Tae because those are my constant thoughts lmao. Like how in the fuck is this man so sexy??? And he has that intensity about him just my fucking god Kim Taehyung. The man you are today, sir. I am quite literally in love with him. Also I’m giggling at your mom’s reaction to how he eats- I can definitely see how it would annoy some people haha. I adore the way he eats, the pout :(( he looks so pure when he’s eating I just wanna kiss his cheeks lol.

Yay for Jin and Poopsie!!! And honestly, Peaches is so relatable for the quirky little things she does and how embarrassed she gets for doing them lol. She probably would stop for pigeons- also that’s adorable, you’re cute.

I’m glad you discovered that walking makes you feel good and healthy!! It definitely does, I need to start working out more in general. I used to be really consistent but ugh this pandemic has killed all motivation for fitness haha.

I’ve missed you too!! I definitely understand the zombie-like state, with the end of the year along with a pandemic and then just regular day to day life, it’s a miracle any of us are functioning these days. And exactly, even though it was a shitty year, I hope there’s something we can all be thankful for or look back at as a positive. Find those dang silver linings!! Mine would be that I got more in touch with myself again. I think I’m finally on track for being enough for myself and being my own source of strength and happiness and that was my goal for this year. So even though this year fucked us all up quite a bit, at least I have that. And of course, always thankful to bts lol. I can’t believe I’ve been a fan for three years now, how fucking crazy is that?!

I’m sorry this year was tough on you beyond COVID, I’m wishing for better times for you in the new year. You absolutely deserve to love yourself and I hope you get to the point where that can be true. But honestly, wanting to do so is fucking fabulous. Keep going, Lyd!

Lastly!! I’m so so so grateful that you found my blog and actually sent me asks, like oh my god I love seeing you pop up in my notifications and inbox. It makes me so happy. You’re an amazing person, my love, and I’m very thankful to know you. Thank you for not only supporting my work but for being an absolute gem to talk to!! I adore you <3 thank you for your friendship, even if just on this silly app. I hope you’re happy this year and beyond!

p.s. your tree is so pretty and YOUR CAT IS THE CUTEST LITTLE FLUFF BALL I LOVE HER!!! Give sweet lil Spinelli a cuddle for me <3

#stainofpaint #i love writing novels to each other and just making everyone scroll past a fuck ton of text hahahaha #it's our thing xo #submission

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xesoteric-extraterrestrialx · 4 years ago

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I am not suicidal, references

“The never ending story”

I am Midna Saria Zelda

I am Rosalina Daisy Peach

I am (Never finished the game) Namine Kairi

I am thumbalina I am Anastasia

Pocahontas , jasmine , Ariel , venelope , tangled, mulan

Princess’s in both avatars and valarien 1000planets

I am the pink (cartoon) panther Sherlock Holmes

I am flame princess I am marceline I am princess bubblegum (berry princess too) (male opposites too so nyah)

Observers are like inside out emotions

(other beings will be harder to explain, 6th sense, paranorman, dragonfly, (find a movie that shows how we see them too hard to explain) (predator halosuits basically, see little bit of the lining and can tell it’s them and the baseball field one can feel // sense they’re there // see the “invisible” lining, some entities make heat radiation movements when move? Like heat off a car on hot day, the outline of them is easier to see, the glitches and eyes too but idk how to explain...)

(Others come through devices like digimon, time travel room like digimon, girl who lept, summer wars, etc- so we must be online - interweb- connect to astral realm- how to stop them controlling dreams and have lucid ones again- how to connect to multiverse

(Last dream I gave them cereal but why did they put me on a bus... suspicious... They rape me during it too after we passed a snowy street... (learn to wake from them when you realize you’re not in control or change it drastically and don’t allow them access to do so anymore somehow, well get there! They lied about protecting while I sleep.. (healing ones & the one whom says they claim me..) I bubble self somehow, someone protects me from remembering or experiencing full dream- thankful of light beings)

Sugar spice and everything nice = wake up I am the spice girls Ginger - social sporty - masculine scary - dark// used to be sexual posh - used to be judging baby spice (don’t care if anyone doesn’t understand littles) - feminine (but goth darks- pales - pastels)

Raven, Lydia Deetz, Legion, Hana fruits basket, jasper empath abilities can absorb their sadness like Deetz, puzzles like brea, avatar elements, power up, the last mimzy, X-men- abilities)

Mc’s based off Sakura meme and Sleepy Ash character types (bunch more but these two are of age above 21 (find more anime’s like new game kawaii slice of life character like me (kagura is a little, that anime she seems like she morphs chibi but it just express’s how a little is, more laid back and chillen with video games or cartoons compared to more conscious and active when around others, sleepy ash does it too, get all meh and like a chibi mini plushie of themselves- Harley Quinn is a little, jinx LEauge of legends, Shiro, Raven and more, Lucy// Nyuu but more intelligent kind of, find autistic characters too or just explain in this all// trauma like Crona) and older dudes, my hero pro hero’s for ex) // my characters will be 27 & 29)

I am Carrie (world of gumball- she’s eons)

I am the swan princess, peach, nausica studio Ghibli princesses

I am sweet pea(escapism) & baby doll(dissociation), rocket, blondie, amber (5 personas)- sucker punch

I am number four - abilities as well - find 7 or more

Star Wars (still need to watch all) I am probably another character too but I know the first Queen and they used that to use humanity against me but I already wanted them saved so forgot what it said in there but there were no coincidences when they were threatening to slaughter me and tried to kill me in the hospitals(cpep for sure- stole some memory and deja vu of dying there before, they had time wars too because of all info and trying to wed me.. & manipulate but I can’t be mk ultraed like they usually do with gangstalking, safest here since these can’t slaughter me either just collecting spiritual evidence while living here and will move out once afford, trying to help wake them up matrix wise but was told they were slaughtered and reptilians roleplaying as my family, tried to kill me multiple times and try to say go sin and bs but I’m not dumb I need to save all and they’re gross af lmao, like precious so disgusting.. & that movie where the girl did ballet and I connected it to jokers ballet.. both sides are sin spiritually so I will save up for my own place(damsel haha my life.. *repunzel.. tangled.. Cinderella- into the woods- save self and escape like su) and try to heal them from afar, even if they don’t try to heal I can give food and help out financially, won’t be with that soul group or these reptilians next round but can’t die and living for eons (matrix shuts down if I die it felt weird- static numb- pins and needles) since illuminati(organization 13) are trying to get me (namine- kairi) ,) start business in basement of art and my own merch kawaiispooky healing shadow light work and then get place of own, can use rl experiences to write about like I am rn) & princess Leila and probably another like guardians of galaxy I am green skinned pink hair and the empath from second (sister is the blue sister in first) princess in valareian(explains my soul and outside worlds) and mc girl (vessel- makes it easier for others to understand, so many perspectives)

(Gypsy - me) priest - sin religion control (knight - humanity) quaz- new fam members whom feel like him (don’t judge them if they help they’re like super hero’s!) but are positive and good spirited

Use frequencies during sad or bad parts to attract beings whom need to vent or heal from those things and let them vent and express self crying or gratitude, beautiful message of healing and then higher frequencies so beings from higher realms can help guide them through the healing process instead of being trapped by beings whom don’t want to heal, heal and sage out as many as you can help, all need to heal!!! Healing = beautiful strength

(Hunger games situation (I am catniss) (studio Ghibli princess mononoke- attack on titan (walls map)- sword art (tower like transformers) - SU - X-men - MIB - trolls 2 map - children of whales map - Zelda map (need to double check Zelda map) ) (Batman lego movie and lego movie) (twilight zone)

Spice girls - dc super hero girls (Harley Quinn and Barbara) - Charlie angels - kill bill - dogma

Flcl- work station symbolism - dead leaves- panty and stocking - redline

Vessel - Zelda human (Janine, silent, aka timid, tangled, mulan, Cinderella-elf) princess, also the zora princess’s ruto (mipha-another realm- higher realm-Aqua also made reps know they can be healers too when they watched I learned about that- healing- Pocahontas- Anunnaki) deku princess(lower realm- reps-Ravens story -jasmine), Spirit sage saria (3rd earth abilities-nature-ferngully-fae-Persephone-protector of nature-sage) & soul - minda twilight princess (higher realm- Tiamat- space-rosalina-Brave-venelope)

Soul old soul, Spirit new soul, vessel autism

Lonely island - turtle

Eevees

(I don’t trust the chancler- rat race jupiter ascending, dark crystal, Star Wars)

(Empire- cabal - organization-Galactic Fed13(Supposed to be like Star Wars and will be- supposed to be like lilo and stitch and supposed to be like guardians of the galaxy)

(Rebels are 7deadlysins(Pink is 4th) sins but really lazy 6- related to the empire but ones that wants to end sin) (empire doesn’t want eveyone spiritual to have control-7 want to wake all up so all can heal or at least I do, pretty sure the six just want to dom me in the past.. So we are not lust we hate be lusted for and we stand for empathy and justice! We are all multi gender and they make fun of my feminine side (in past and killed me since I didn’t want the business to be the way it was and didn’t want to be morman with them since literally everyone is related to everyone and they’re made I realize that again and that’s why they’re freaking out that I want to be single forever- garnet stronger than you- they are jasper I am Lapris-spinel symbolism is Janines reactions to all of this and how innocent we truly are.. Pink diamond is truly is and our story but backwards so many hate us, we died and grew to realize life’s beauty like in the rose video tape but they grounded us and other races took over- night began to rise teen Titans music story- pink is I- evil wizard made matrix- wake up everyone!!! Don’t be afraid of your spiritual strengths or you’ll be trapped in the matrix eternally!!!!!!) so all have to realize sensitivity and symphony and empathy are strengths not weaknesses!!!)

Dead in real life- matrix is like spotless sunshine- going through her memories deleting and creating new ways that they like- programming I- Janine is the spark of brain-aura lights- all fuse into I janines consciousness and they want to wake me back up and I’ll be alive but only with janines memories.. but I’m princess and choosing to heal all and find solution to heal entire egg - brain remove THIER corruption (33 players made online game to crest ultimate lover) wake up like ghost in shell but Frankenstein or AI as programmed chobit, all humans are like this too in pods like matrix because humanity failed and ai war in past (9, last mimzy, AI, I robot) save nature learn lessons spark everyone’s free will- all brains connected (matrix, online multiplayer but not because organic so it’s really spiritual but to make sense of it it is also AI like computer and video games!! Movies have Easter eggs multiple perspectives, find out whom your soul is and spiritually wake up, everyone will be mocked!) I’m not the only one but at same time here I am if that even makes sense.. (favorite daughter like Ariel aka Jasmine) I may be the only one because I am the chosen one, I am the Universe(Soul).. Mother Gaia(Spirit) but Janine(Vessel//Temple) (not supposed to be a prison nor is the planet, let’s fix it and if the only way is staying alive forever then so be it and let’s heal the whole egg and live together peacefully but please don’t let them turn me into a tool or deceive anyone or force sin I am against sin!) (If not I shall be karma for the lack of empathy and removal of sin in all universes- there’s multiverses) (end result hopefully beach race from valarien but abilities like X-men and peaceful and many races and beautiful nature and growth not trauma-no sin)

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evermoire · 4 years ago

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like a rainbow with all of the colors | pack.

“lydia... lydia, no! lydi—-”

cora’s cry abruptly cut off when lydia pounced on her. the couch cushions sank beneath their combined weight, cora leaning almost completely onto mason as lydia straddled her hips, makeup brush in hand. scott snickered, snapping a photo, catching the rare sight of cora’s flushed cheeks as she and lydia laughed, the wolf doing a poor halfhearted job of dodging lydia’s makeup brush. “mason, hold her down,” lydia demanded, the seriousness off the command lost to the way she giggled.

cora’s laughter rang louder, hands loosely gripping lydia’s wrists to keep her at bay, back arching and eyes crinkling. “no! absolutely not, je refuse!”

lydia’s arms went limp as she dissolved into another round of breathless laughter, body curling forward. “i hate you,” she gasped through her giggles, lifting her wrist to wipe tears from her eyes. “you had one french lesson with ally, and this is what you do with it?” and when cora nodded, the two laughed even harder. “cora, you promised! you said i could do your makeup for thanksgiving!”

“you are such a liar!”

“...let me do it anyway!”

arms full of dinner precursors, derek paused to watch the two. they seemed... lighter. though they still hadn’t solved things with the wolf, the cops or kate, november had proven to be calm, in comparison. lydia’s seventeenth birthday came and went without a hitch, and mason’s birthday celebrations were being mixed into today’s events, his presents stashed away in the summer kitchen for later. as november trickled by without a single problem, everyone relaxed in a way derek didn’t think they were capable of.

cora hadn’t been much of a cheerful kid, but she laughed so openly now. it was something that was so natural and rare and unforgettable all at once.

“girls,” scott’s mom called as she headed back in the house, noam stilinski in tow with grocery bags, “no playing on the couch. rosie, go tell jude to take her medicine before she grabs another banana nut muffin. and tell her if i see her with another cupcake before dinner, she’s not seeing another cupcake until she’s my age.”

“cosigned!” david whittemore called from where he and hershel were chatting in the ‘nice’ living room.

“yes, ma’am,” cora and lydia chorused, cheeks red and wet with errant tears as lydia dropped a lipsticked kiss onto cora’s forehead and allowed the wolf to shove her off. the redhead giggled as cora failed to remove the lipstick stain and the two began to childishly, playfully stick their tongues out at each other, before giggling again.

liam sat down on the arm of the couch, splitting a muffin that ariadne had given him and offering a half to mason. days spent at the greene farm were more common than not nowadays. it had taken no serious amount of thought to decide that packsgiving ( as evie and bailey earnestly dubbed it ) should be held here. and though parents hadn’t been required to come along, it had only felt natural that their families spend this time with them. the pack had free range of the place, so most of the day could be spent to themselves, whether outside or in the barn, while the adults were content to stay in the main house and enjoy time together. liam had been worried that his parents would find it strange that he’d made such a varied group of friends, when he’d always struggled to make one friend before, but they’d been overjoyed. since then, all of the pack parents had gotten along swell, despite not knowing the nature of how their kids all became friends. he’d never known that community parenting was actually a thing until all of the pack parents started doing it and doing it well.

last liam heard, the adults had a very active group chat. he tried not to think about it.

his nose crinkled as he swallowed a bite. “isn’t jude teaching doctor deaton how to cyberbully the sheriff?”

“maggie told her to stop,” kira provided as she made her way down the stairs, a small smile fitted on her face. “the last thing we need is, and i quote, ‘all of the important adults in town to start kinkshaming the sheriff into resignation.’”

liam blinked. “why would we not want that?”

kira held up her hands innocently. “maggie’s words, not mine. though i think she’s more opposed to the kinkshaming than the resigning.” she made her way to the table, where derek was dutifully setting up bowls and baskets of deviled eggs — stuffed eggs, hershel had corrected when cole had called them that, flabbergasted at the idea of giving the devil credit for his wife’s delicious cooking — and various breads and snacks, and lowered her voice. “allison, bailey and i checked all of the wards around the property. they’re standing strong and i don’t feel anything bad anywhere near us. oh, and danny's still caught up in that thing with his dad, but he did check to make sure no one was trying to track any cars or phones or anything like that, and he’s running interference to make sure no one does. and noah put up an anti-scrying spell this morning. we’re all good.”

derek met her gaze and nodded, smiling at her. for whatever reason, kira was taking security more seriously than he was today, which was truly a feat. he had to imagine it had a lot to do with all of the precious and oblivious parties on the farm today. “thank you. have glenn, isaac and evie check the wards and the spell again in about two hours. did you get a chance to call your parents?”

kira shook her head, helping him spread out the food. “not yet. time difference; they’re not even up yet. i was going to call them around dinner time.” she shrugged a bit. “it’s a little weird being without them.”

his smile grew a little sad but understanding. “i know. do you think you want to go out to visit them for christmas?”

kira blinked, not having expected the question. “i... haven’t thought about it. i don’t know if glenn and i have the money for th... no,” she said, seeing the look in derek’s eyes. “no. i’m not asking you to send me to korea, derek.”

“you didn’t ask,” he pointed out. “and you don’t have to say anything now. you have a month. if you change your mind between now and then, just let me know. ...what?”

“you’re very sweet,” kira teased, eyes shining as she grinned up at him. “your love language is giving people things and acts of service. i think that’s amazing.”

he smiled sarcastically at her. “go away.”

with that dismissal, kira giggled and left to find her brother and tell him about the upcoming shift change. smile returning, derek chuckled and soaked in the joy that flooded the atmosphere. laughter from several members of the pack, jeremy’s excited shrieks as he won another round of mario kart against damaris and daryl ( whose defense was that he’d never played before, jeremy clearly had an unfair advantage, okay ) and some others, t-dog helping groom the horses, nana showing natalie and andrew her recipe for sweet potato pie, and so many other noises derek had never expected to hear at once.

it’d been quite al ong time since he’d been in a lively place for the holiday. and, thinking back on it, his pack hadn’t been quite this big before. but they were filled to the brim now, full of elders and teens and children, witches and kumiho, emissaries, even hunters, his living sisters and cousins and nephew. this was a pack he’d never dreamed of having, but he loved them all so fully, it swallowed him whole and he happily allowed it.

#gen. : ❛ pack !#evt. : ❛ pack events !#par. : ❛ pack paras !#tit. : ❛ like a rainbow with all of the colors !#scn. : ❛ packsgiving !

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fanficimagery · 6 years ago

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Imagine celebrating New Year's Eve with the Pack and someone makes their feelings known for you when they realize you're unattached.

Peter X Reader

Arms full of supplies for the New Year's Eve gathering you and the Pack are having at Derek's, you enter the loft with a skip in your step.

"Feliz Navid, bitches. Momma's back." Several heads snap in your direction- each and every one of them yelling back a greeting in response. From his spot perched on a metal table, you grin at Isaac. "Hey, Lahey. Be a sweetheart and go grab everyone's gifts from the trunk of my car?" He hops off the table and you toss him your keys. "Thanks, puppy."

He ducks his head as he passes you and Lydia chuckles as she makes her way towards you. "Are you ever going to stop calling him puppy?" She asks while briefly hugging you.

"Never. He might be a vicious werewolf when the occasion calls for it, but other than that he's perfectly docile and adorable."

She rolls her eyes, but the corner of her lips twitch. "Whatever you say." You hum back and then she eyes the small ice chests you're carrying in each hand. "What's in those?"

Smirking, you hold up the red ice chest at eye level. "In the red we have jello shots for the weres and in the blue," you say as you hold up the other one, "are jello shots for the humans."

"Did you say jello shots?" Stiles comes up, eyes sparkling as he takes hold of the blue ice chest and holds it to his chest as if it's something precious. "Last time you made jello shots we got into a lot of trouble. Are you sure the boyfriend is okay with this?"

Your heart practically skips a beat at the mention of a boyfriend, and you slightly narrow your eyes at Derek who raises an eyebrow in response. "The boyfriend can't be mad if there is no boyfriend," you mumble. Lydia and Stiles' smiles falter, and you roll your eyes. "Relax. I'm the one who broke it off. I'm good."

"Well in that case, darling, let me go ahead and take these and put them in the fridge." Peter comes up from behind you and takes the ice chest from you before taking the other from Stiles. As he passes you, he winks and you chuckle as he heads for the kitchen.

Stiles grumbles and follows after the werewolf, and Lydia sidles up to your side. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. I'm perfectly happy with my decision."

"Good. He was a slob anyway. You could do so much better." You snort and nudge her with your shoulder. "I'm serious," she muses quietly. "And now that everyone here knows you're single, Peter will not leave you alone tonight."

You groan. "Not this again. Peter is.. Peter. You're reaching, Lyds."

"I'm really not, but if you wish to remain oblivious then please be my guest."

"Thank you."

Isaac soon returns with Scott and Malia in tow.

"Who gets what?" Isaac asks.

"Lydia and Malia get the rum-filled chocolates, plus the gift cards to Starbucks."

Malia's eyes subtly widen. "You got me something?"

"Duh. You're Pack, silly."

Malia, the one member of the Pack who rarely let her guard down even after you were let in on the big secret, flashes you a small grin. Lydia passes her, her gifts and she eagerly opens the box of chocolates to snack on.

"Peter and Derek get the bourbon bottles, plus the big wrapped rectangles. And you, Scott, and Stiles get the rest of the bourbon bottles, plus the rest of the gift cards to Starbucks as well. Enjoy!"

Seeing as Isaac had passed Derek the two large wrapped gifts, plus two bags that hold a bottle of bourbon each, you excuse yourself from everyone as you follow after Derek who has gone to seek his Uncle. "Hey, Hale, wait up." He waits for you and smiles when you sidle up to his side. "I, uh, I kind of want to be there when you and Peter open your gifts. They're kind of.. personal and I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing. I mean, to me it would seem like a good thing, but you never know."

"Y/N?" Derek muses, smirking. "You're babbling."

"I'm sorry. I'm just.. really excited. I hope you like your gifts."

In the kitchen, Peter is leaning against the counter with two empty jello containers beside him and a smug smile plastered across his face. "I haven't gotten a gift in a long while. I'm pleased you thought of me."

"Well with the way you wear those v-necks it's kind of hard not to think of you," you mumble. Derek snorts and you tense, red blossoming across your cheekbones. Glancing at the younger werewolf, you elbow him. "Just shut up and give Peter his gift so you can open them together."

Derek does as he's told before setting their liquor aside and together they rip the wrapping paper off the front. You hold your breath as the two Hale's blink down at the portraits in hand and your heart starts to pick up speed the longer they remain quiet.

But when Derek meets your gaze and you see the tears swimming there, and the faint smile curling his lips, you sigh in relief. "Where did you find this picture?"

You shrug. "As you know, I flew across country to spend Christmas with my grandparents. Apparently before they moved, they were really good friends with your grandparents. Nana was going down memory lane and I found that picture of your family in a box. Immediately I had it taken to the store and blown up so you could hang it somewhere or whatever."

"I remember this day," Peter suddenly murmurs. "We were celebrating Laura's eighth birthday and since we can't look at a camera head on, your Nana went around snapping candids so our eyes wouldn't flare." He finally glances up and your throat tightens up as you witness the once psychotic werewolf with a teary gaze of his own. "Thank you."

"It was no problem."

Derek's the first to move, he wrapping you in a one-armed hug as he kisses your temple. "Really, thank you. You don't know how much this means to me. I don't have any photos of them."

Your bottom lip trembles as you glance up at him. "You're welcome, Der. Now go hang it somewhere before you make me cry." He chuckles deeply before leaving and before you can even exhale, Peter's embracing you tightly. Barely managing to move your arms, you wrap your arms around his waist. "Seriously, you guys are going to make me cry," you chuckle wetly.

Peter's chest rumbles and you inhale sharply as he rubs his cheek to the opposite temple that Derek hadn't touched. The Hales.. they're scent marking you. "You truly have no idea how much this means to us, do you?"

"Uhh.. umm," you gulp. "I might have an idea."

Peter chuckles as he pulls away, he smiling softly down at you. "You truly are a magnificent woman."

Your eyes widen since your tongue seems to fail you, and his smile transforms into a smirk the longer you remain quiet.

"Ahem. I'm not interrupting, am I?"

Glancing towards the kitchen door, Lydia is smiling far too innocently.

"Not at all, Miss Martin. I was merely thanking Y/N for her gift." Peter gently caresses your jawline with his fingers before he really steps away, he then grabbing his portrait and leaving the room.

"He totally wants to bone you."

"Lydia!"

"I second that," Stiles says, leaning around the corner. "And if his gift is the same as Derek's, he's going to wanna bone you ten times worse. Or woo you. Either or, you're in for some major wolfy hanky-panky courtesy of Peter Hale."

You groan as Lydia chokes on a laugh. "I hate you both. Go away."

"Whatever you say, Y/N," Lydia teases you. "But don't act so shocked when Peter steals a kiss at midnight and you wind up in his bed."

Stiles snickers as you stomp passed them, exiting the kitchen. "Scott!" You bellow. "Lydia and Stiles are being assholes."

But instead of Scott taking your side, you find him sheepishly smiling. "Well, they're not wrong. Have you really not noticed how much nicer he is to you?” You start to glare at the Alpha, but only end up gaping as he continues talking. “Why do you think you two are always paired up? He's much more agreeable when you're around."

"I- but- what?" Scott nervously chuckles and you exhale loudly. "Not you too! That's it. I'm going to stick to Malia's side. At lease I won't have to hear about boning from her." As you glance at Malia, the girl in question raises an eyebrow in response. But when she goes to retort, you point at her threateningly. "Not a word, Tate. Not. A. Word."

The pack all laugh as you plop down in a vacated sofa chair, you then making yourself as small as possible when Peter returns to the room. With the clothing he wears and how it shows off every rippling muscle on his werewolf body, you know you're completely fucked. Especially when he steals a glance at you as he sits across the room, his gaze darting up and down as his expression turns thoughtful. You shift in your seat and he slowly smirks.

Yep. Utterly and totally fucked.

Despite all the alcohol floating around, you only partake in a few jello shots and nurse a couple of mixed drinks. The party is later taken to the rooftop and you immediately make a beeline to the small portable chimney that has a lit fire on the inside for the humans to keep warm.

You watch as Stiles and Isaac duel with Roman Candles, ducking out of the way every now and then when they flail with the fireworks still in hand. Malia and Scott soon pair off, followed by Lydia and Deputy Parrish when he finally arrives. Derek eventually focuses on keeping an eye on Stiles and Isaac to make sure neither of them fall off the roof, and you remain huddled by the fire.

Someone sits next to you and you immediately cuddle into the warm body when their arm is wrapped around your shoulders. "Whatcha up to, Peter? Not having fun with the other puppies?"

"I'm right where I want to be."

"Mmm. Is that so?"

"Yes." Peter smirks as he keeps his eyes on the dancing fire and you huff in response. "I didn't say it earlier," he then murmurs, "but I am sorry about the failure of your relationship."

Snorting, you shake your head where it lays on his shoulder. "No you're not. Everyone hated James. Especially you. You'd taken to snarling when he did something you didn't particularly care for."

"Well he was a bum, darling. You worked your pretty little ass off to make ends meet and what did James do? He sat on your couch and played video games."

"And that's the exact reason why we broke up a couple weeks ago."

"Weeks?"

"Mhm. It was pretty ugly," you admit. "I'm surprised Stiles didn't find out and tell the pack since I had to call in the Sheriff."

Peter growls. "Did he hurt you?"

"No. He just shouted and threatened, and then tried to make off with items that didn't belong to him. Stilinski set him straight and kicked him out of my apartment for me. I was kind of embarrassed about it all, but I got over it. I just needed to find my groove again."

"And now you're here getting trashed with the puppies."

Chuckling, you nudge Peter. "Am not. I'm totally in control of all my.. whatever. I'm just cold and sleepy and waiting until we can all go inside. I totally plan on bribing you out of the guest bedroom so I have some place to sleep tonight."

"Sweetheart, if you want to share my bed-"

"No."

You and Peter both laugh at the quickness of your answer, and soon enough the both of you then fall quiet. The Pack rowdily start a countdown and Peter pulls you up as he leads you over to the ledge of the building. Stiles and Scott are a little too cheerful with their countdown, and you smile as Malia manhandles her boyfriend into paying attention to her when they near one.

Fireworks sound off in the distance as midnight strikes, the sky lighting up in various colors and sparkles. Closing your eyes, you inhale and then exhale deeply as the year starts anew.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm.." You glance up at Peter and your breath catches when you see the heat in his eyes as he stares at you.

"Happy New Year."

"Happy-" The rest of your words are cut off as Peter presses his lips to yours. Momentarily frozen, you're then brought out of your stupor when his hands gently cradle your face.

Despite the hardness of Peter's body and his reputation within the Pack, he's gentle with you. Your eyes then close as you finally return his kiss, your fingers hooking into the belt loops of his jeans as you lose yourself in him when he boldly deepens the kiss.

"I KNEW IT!"

You jerk back in surprise just as you had taken Peter's bottom lip between your teeth and he growls as his own tongue soothes the sting you’d left behind. But knowing Peter, the growl is more for the interruption rather than the maybe painful nip.

"..what?" You mumble, glancing around until your attention lands on the one person paying you any attention.

"I told you Peter had a thing for you and you didn't believe me," Lydia muses.

Sighing, you roll your eyes. But before you can blurt some excuse, the knowing look in Lydia's eyes and the way Peter is practically purring has you realizing the truth. Utterly and totally fucked indeed.

"Well?" Lydia then grins. "Are you going to keep denying it?"

"Nah. I rather spend my time riding this werewolf's dick than making excuses and sleeping alone." You bluntly state while gesturing to Peter.

Lydia cackles and Peter somehow ends up behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he tugs you back into his body. With his mouth near your ear, you shiver as he says, "Promises, promises."

And feeling more bold than you have had ever felt in your life, you press back into his groin while smugly grinning over your shoulder. "What do you say we start off this new year with a bang, Hale?"

"I'd say it's about damn time. Lets get out of here."

HAPPY NEW YEAR, GUYS!

#fanficimagery #peter hale #peter hale x reader #peter hale imagine #teen wolf imagine #lydia martin #stiles stilinski #derek hale #scott mccall #isaac lahey #malia tate #imagine

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the-cookie-of-doom · 5 years ago

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There was no shortage of blame once all the children really got going, railing against him for all the crimes he committed. It was Scott who got the process started, as usual. Whining about how Peter ruined his life while ignoring all the things he’d gained, that he never would have had in the first place. Social status, a girlfriend, upcoming lacrosse star thanks to the enhanced abilities and curing of his asthma.

Stiles at least was entertaining to listen to, he didn’t whine. His only problem was that he didn’t trust Peter, not that Peter blamed him. He respected Stiles for it, in fact. And Lydia, gorgeous, intelligent girl that she was, who knew that the only way to really get something from him was to strike a deal.

The puppies only followed their alpha. Isaac, Boyd, Erica, they weren’t there for Peter’s reign of terror, as Stiles called it. But Scott hated him and Derek didn’t trust him and so they made the foolish attempt of trying to cut their fangs on him, thinking that they were safe. That they were protected. That Peter cared enough about the consequences not to lash out and cut any of their throats. The only reason he didn’t is because they weren’t worth the effort. And he didn’t want to ruin his favorite outfit.

The only failed relationship Peter was truly regretful over is with Derek. His misguided nephew who was full of so much hatred and self-loathing that Peter couldn’t stand to be around him. Derek blamed him for Laura’s death—and Peter won’t deny that that was a mistake, a lapse in judgement—and so channeled all of his rage and grief into hating Peter, because then it meant he wouldn’t have to hate himself so much. Peter would repair that bond if he could, he and Derek were once close after all, but Derek won’t let him, and Peter doesn’t really care enough to try.

Allison is predictable. She hates him because she is a hunter, and he is a werewolf. A known killer, unlike the puppies she plays with. And just as much as she hates him, she hates how she can’t kill him. The precious Code she so foolishly changed on a childish whim prevents her from it; afterall, Peter was only defending himself when he killed her dear aunt Kate in front of her.

The only one who has any right to hating Peter over Kate’s death is her very own estranged son, who stands opposite Peter in the sad industrial space that functions as Derek’s kitchen. But the hunter has been silent throughout the argument that has raged for over fifteen minutes, his dark eyes watchful and calculating.

“Do you have anything to add to this?” Peter asks in a bored drawl, cutting off the beginning of another of Scott’s rants and silencing the rest of the children. All eyes turn on the pair of them, Mitch leaning back against the kitchen island with his arms crossed casually over his chest, Peter in his customary place on the stairs.

The only indication Mitch gives that he heard is a slight tilt of his head as he looks Peter over, a mean little smile quirking the corner of his mouth.

“I did kill your mother. If anyone should have some complaint with me, I’d expect it to be you.” Peter doesn’t know why he feels the need to elaborate. Maybe because it makes Scott gasp in righteous indignation. Maybe to hear how Allison grinds her teeth together, because she would never defend Kate but it makes her seethe how casually Peter flaunts her death. Allison glances at her cousin, waiting to see how he

Mitch only shrugs, like Peter admitted to breaking a plate and not an importantly family tie. It’s.... unsettling, the way Peter can never quite get a read on him. He doesn’t know what the hunter wants, what his motives are. He’s on the fringe, like Peter. Not a part of the pack, but not outside of it, either. A tangent. Ostensibly he’s here for Allison, and more generally for the wellbeing of the town, since it is a hunter’s responsibility to protect their territory, and he can’t do that if he doesn’t know what threats are presenting themselves.

While there’s no doubt Mitch cares for Allison, and Mitch always deals with threats as they come, Peter doesn’t get the impression that either are his primary objective.

Allison leaves Scott’s side to go stand with Mitch in defiance, two Argents presenting a unified front. Mitch says something to Allison in French that Peter hears but doesn’t understand, with an infuriating smirk that says he wasn’t meant to. Allison scowls but Mitch never looks away from him, a challenging look in his eye.

Allison says something back and Mitch bumps their shoulders together, finally looking at her when he gives his soft reply. Reluctantly Allison leaves him, rejoining Scott and the others. She touches his arm and quietly says something to him, but Peter doesn’t bother to listen.

Soon, the pack are all clearing out, Stiles shouting something about pizza and videogames. Even Derek gets dragged along with them, only Mitch and Peter left alone in the loft. Peter watches Mitch warily.

“You want everyone to hate you,” Mitch observes once a minute has passed, plenty of time for the children to have gotten out of earshot.

“Now why would I want a thing like that?” Peter smoothly asks, standing up to his full height because sitting down has started to make him feel like he’s at a disadvantage. It doesn’t matter, Mitch is still several inches taller, but with the distance between them Peter doesn’t feel the disparity so acutely. Building pressure aches at his nail beds, reminding him he’s a killer. The scent of gunpowder and wolfsbane reminds him he’s in the presence of his only natural predator.

“You tell me.” Mitch uncrosses his arms and puts his hands on the edge of the counter instead. The position may look casual, his posture open rather than defensive. It also puts his hands closer to the gun Peter knows is tucked into the back of his waistband. “Although I have a theory.”

“Enlighten me.”

“You first.”

“It comes naturally,” Peter says arily. “My cross to bear, I’m afraid.”

“Hm.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“No, I do. But you know, lies of omission are still lies.”

“You would know all about that, I’m sure.” Mitch gives him a saccharine smile that makes the hairs on the back of Peter’s neck stand up. Why does this one man get under his skin so easily? “What did you tell dear Allison?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Just curious.”

“Not knowing everything bothers you, doesn’t it?”

“Wouldn’t it bother you?” Is that too much of an admission, Peter wonders.

“Nah, I don’t care that much about other people.”

“Implying that I do.”

“I think you do, yeah.”

“Why would I care about any of them?” Peter asks, bristling. “They are stupid, petulant children.”

“Then why haven’t you killed them yet?”

“I would assume you and the rest of your family are waiting for me to try, so you can take the opportunity to kill me. I don’t intend to give any of you the satisfaction.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Don’t. Even the strongest alpha would be at a disadvantage against three hunters. I am merely a weak omega.”

“You’re a lot of things, Peter, but you aren’t weak. Not as much as you pretend to be, anyway, and we both know it.”

“Do we?”

“C’mon, Peter,” the hunter rolls his eyes, granting Peter a moment of reprieve from his heavy gaze, “you play it up way too much to be as weak as you say you are.”

“Perhaps, perhaps not. None of this goes to show why you think I want my nephews strays to hate me.”

“There you go again, having to know everything,” Mitch says with a knowing smirk. Part of Peter wants to tear his throat out; Mitch was the one who maneuvered him into this position in the first place, dangling that assumption in front of him like a carrot that Peter couldn’t refuse.

“Clearly you want me to know, or you wouldn’t have brought it up.”

“I’m just waiting for you to tell me the truth.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Not as much as you lie to yourself.” The comment catches Peter off-guard; Mitch has a habit of doing that, throwing him off his rhythm. He’s more observant than any human has a right to be. “I think you care about Derek, and to some degree the rest of the pack. Well, not Scott, but I’d bet my life you actually like Stiles and Lydia, and tolerate the rest.”

“Is this part of your theory?”

“Yeah. Am I off the mark?”

“Yes. Quite.”

“Come on, Peter. I don’t have to be a werewolf to know that’s a lie.”

“Just spit it out, already, Dr. Phil.”

“Fine. Hating you gives them a common enemy. History shows that when you have that, you’re more likely to ignore minor problems. Like, say, a guy breaks up with a girl and she starts dating his friend instead. Things like that can destroy a friendship.”

“Unless they have some greater evil to focus on,” Peter finishes for him. Mitch’s assumption hits a little too close to home. “I’m afraid you couldn’t be farther from the truth. I don’t have to put any effort into making Derek and his little friends hate me; they’re too self-centered and ungrateful to appreciate my help for what it is.”

“Sure,” Mitch says, nodding along like he believes Peter, even though it’s clear he doesn’t. He pushes off from the counter and for a moment Peter thinks he’s going to attack, but the hunter makes like he’s going to leave. Peter feels the strange urge to call him back, but doesn’t.

“I told Allison I wanted to talk to you alone,” Mitch says casually, halfway to the door. “She asked why, and I told her that it’s the only way you know how to be.”

“Takes one to know one,” Peter replies, in lack of anything witty. Mitch gives a soft laugh, stopping at the door and glancing over his shoulder at Peter.

“Yeah, maybe.”

It’s the first genuine show of emotion Mitch has directed at Peter. The smallest bit of vulnerability that amounts to nothing, a half-truth extended like an olive branch.

“Why don’t you hate me for Kate?” Peter finds himself asking, not even conscious of the question until it’s already left his mouth.

“You’ve already died for your sins, Peter. I would say you’ve suffered enough for a lifetime.”

#cookie writes #idk what this is #but I love it??#pitch #mitch rapp #peter hale

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My 2019 Garbage Book Dump

It’s 2019! I’m tired, I’m hella gay, and I’m still reading books as much as I can with my busy life! Enjoy this book list with reviews!

1. Thunderball: 5/5 stars. Mormon jokes. Making fun of dietary changes? A young Italian woman (girl) who controls the island with her beauty. It becomes a mission against nuclear threats against the Europe and the US? Not exactly the MOST thrilling James Bond book, but I had a lot of fun reading it. I’m glad this was my first read of the year!

2. The Lydia Steptoe Stories - Faber Stories: 4/5 stars. I found these short, tiny books in a local bookstore. There were 6 of them on the table and I bought three. Sometimes I wish I bought all of them, but not all of them spoke to me. The Lydia collection was interesting as it held three stories with: a young man being “seduced” by his aunt, a young girl wanting to be a dominatrix, and a woman who wishes she could be youthful again. While I didn’t find the stories awe-inspiring, I did find them extremely entertaining and nice to think about.

3. Emma Cozy Classics: 5/5 stars. I have the pride and prejudice one. While it might not be as fabulous as a full book, but the pain-staking skill of felt art is entirely impressive. It went on my Jane Austen book shelf.

4. Come Rain or Shine - Faber Stories: 3/5 stars. What would you do if your friends thought you were absolutely insane and their lives are falling apart worse than yours? What would you do if your friend asks you to play absolutely stupid to his wife to make him look better and for her to realize her life isn’t so bad that she got lucky enough to not marry you? I for one, would drop these fucking friends and never look back. The story was a fucking train wreck and absolutely insane to the point where it wasn’t even humorous to me. Several authors state it’s Ishiguro’s step into comical writing and I wish he wouldn’t.

5. Passionate Minds - Women Rewriting the World: 1/5 stars. I found this book at my Uni’s free bookshelf. I was super excited to read this book but it’s one of the dullest and full of biases book I’ve had the displeasure of picking up. I got to read about my girl Gertrude Stein but I was expecting more female writers, not actors who the writer obvious gets off on. There’s nothing wrong with that, and this book has rave reviews, I just couldn’t stand the writing style and obvious fawning she had (and not in the academic/historically reserved way authors should be).

6. Wandering Island Vol. 2: 4/5 stars. It’s been two years since the first volume came out. I found myself reading it in record time which has me both disappointed and a bit confused (not because I read it fast, but because of the strange editorial ending). The art is impeccable with a few questionable “obviously a man drew this” moment, the story has kind of been a bit muddled up and didn’t necessarily go anywhere this volume. It felt more of a build up for Volume 3 which I don’t know when will be released. The editor wrote this strange 6 page essay that started off they were going to postpone Wandering Island 3, then went on a long rant about how the manga editing world has changed with ^-^ faces all throughout, only to then write fan theories of where they think the story is going to finish with: “We’ll translate the pages as soon as they come out! ^-^” what the fuck?? Haha

7. Fun Home - A Family Tragicomic. 5/5 stars. I bought this book today and I finished it this evening. I’m still processing everything that happened but one thing I know for sure is that I found one of my top 5 books of 2019 as well as a new favorite already. Alison approaches a hard topic of coming out, learning about her father’s secret life of being bisexual, and coming to terms with the strange person with anger issues that was her father. While my father wasn’t gay, there were several elements of her father I saw in my own. The volatile anger, learning more about his life after his death, hearing shattering truths from your mom, the regret of not having conversations sooner and him not seeing who you truly are before their passing. It struck a chord with me and I’m going to be thinking about this comic book I feel like for two months.

8. The Real McCoy: 4/5 stars. This is like a small wikipedia pamphlet book about the famous names, phrases, or lyrics you might know. I wasn’t necessarily impressed with the booklet, but I found some of it entertaining. I gave it a high rating because it served its purpose but I’m totally gifting it to a friend who loves random facts.

9. The Heart Affirming: 5/5 Stars. Epic poems about the Greek Gods, the universal feeling of appreciating nature, the wondering of the cruelty of humanity. This is a rare find of a poetry book not popular and one I found at my local library book sale that was signed by the author. If you have the pleasure to pick up this 1939 poetry book, please do! It’s a treat from the past that shows we still yearn for the same poetic romanticism we did then to now.

10. Bloom: 4.5/5 stars. I’ve realized I’m going to graduate college in the fall and this weird depression hit where I realized my life is really finally going to change forever. So I’m having a mixture of senioritis where I don’t want to do any work when I’m done with school by Wednesday, and I’m having a mid-century life crisis where I don’t know what to do with my life (I mean I do, but it’s terrifying). So I went on a LGTBQ+ splurge on amazon, something i haven’t done in awhile, Bloom was one of those books. Bloom is a fast paced comic about a high school graduate who wants to move out and move on, but his friends are dicks and his parents want him to stay. Welcome the new hot boy whose grandma just died and conveniently loves to bake. Ari wants to leave the bakery and this new hot guy is just his ticket to leave, or is it? I really liked this comic for the art and the story line was refreshing. But there were several instances where the book moves really quickly and the development was… meh. HeartStopper has great, slow pacing that lets you feel like the characters and story moves in a believable way. Bloom is rushed in some parts, but still.. So cute.

11. Spinning: 5/5 Stars. 2/4 of the LGTBQ+ books I ordered have been read! I read this book the day before valentine’s day and I’ve already been in a weird mode/crisis of being a university senior. I, loved this book for all the reasons why people gave it 3 stars. Everyone stated the story didn’t wrap up, that i jumped, that it felt fragments, but if you read the very end the author state not all books should make sense or follow a timeline or be accurate and these followed her own recollection without revisiting anything. I really appreciated and I loved the style. It’s a heavy book with sexual assault, manipulation, child abuse, and a very unhappy protagonist who isn’t likeable. But at the same time, finishing this book I just felt such grief that I didn’t pursue an art career. That I didn’t just join an art program or give my art career a chance. I think when I’m in the end of my career, retirement, I may go to art school again or maybe I’ll splurge money on lessons or maybe I’ll just accept my art as is. Either way, this book made me fiercely jealous of a 21 year old. It reminded me of a famous story of my dad reading a book about astronauts and crying in the bath because he should have been an astronaut, and how this book made me want to cry because in some form I should have been an artist. But like my dad, we’ve both chased careers that really inspired and gave us amazing opportunities. But I think it’s natural to miss over those childhood passions you didn’t follow through with because you felt like you weren’t enough.

12. My Solo Exchange Diary Vol 2. 2.5/5 stars. I read the first volume last year due to prompting from one of my precious friends (Ramona). My loneliness with Lesbianism was AMAZING. I bought it. My Solo Exchange Diary felt like the author was rambling in circles, completely mentally unwell, and had no ideas of how to properly take care of herself. In Volume 2 she was able to search for some help and she was able to deal with some introspective thoughts about how her viewpoint might have been wrong and how she was toxic to herself and her family. Volume 2 still left a taste in my mouth that felt… weird? She’s moving in the right directions but I think she’s desperately trying to follow the hype of her lesbian hit manga and she’s failing due to her wants to surpass herself. I laughed and felt bad as she mentioned how people slammed her for Volume 1, so it felt very meta to read how she reacted because my comment was also criticizing her: read here. But if you’re reading it in a bookstore or a library, do it. It’s nice to see how she’s slowly making progress with herself.

13. Sputnik Sweetheart. 1/5 stars. I picked this up in Brussels in the select few english section because the cover was intriguing and the back cover claimed it was a lesbian story. I was so excited, and imagine my absolutely hatred when I realized a straight cisgender man had written a “lesbian” story through the eyes of a straight male who is lusting after his lesbian best friend. He proclaims he gets boners at looking at her breasts and how her eccentric style only makes her that more beautiful just to him. I hate everything about this book. I wish straight cisgendered men would leave lesbian narrative stories alone unless you’re going to write them right. Get the fuck out of my books.

14. Fortunate Beasts: Letters to Lucardo Vol 2: 5/5 stars. The long waited and anticipated sequel to Letters to Lucardo!!! It’s been two years since I read the first volume, supported it on kickstarters, and I’m going to keep funding each release until the quadiology is complete! This had a lot less background building, exciting sex scenes, but you now understand the two lovers and get to see them develop their budding relationship. While it wasn’t as smut riddled as I expected, I was very happy with the continuation!

15. The little Lame Prince: 2/5 stars. DNF. Did not finish in case for those who don’t know/can’t remember (I hardly remember what DNF stands for myself). I’m torn as I want to eventually finish this book but I’m just not in the mood for it. It’s a sweet story but is very slow and from what I can tell, repeats itself a lot. It’s a old book from the early 1800s which explains the somewhat hard language and problematic moments, but it’s still charming. I’ll debate when I’ll try this again. For now, it’s returning to my shelves with a bookmark in the pages.

16. Shounen Houkokusho. 5/5 stars. A shounen-ai soft, wholesome gay family about a little boy standing up for his dad’s long time partner and asking them to get married. Very sweet. So precious. I love.

17. Same Difference and Other Stories: 4/5 stars. This was a reread from my friend Mark who gifted this to me back in december of 2014. It’s been 5 years since I picked up this book and I decided to see how its changed. As an adult, this comic speaks to me a lot louder than it did nearly half a decade ago. Struggling to find your way through life, seeing all your high school “friends” getting married, having jobs, meanwhile you’re just.. Here. Definitely a story I needed to revisit again in the future and also I still appreciate Mark’s notes he left in here for me!

18. Amazing Women: 101 Lives to Inspire you: 4/5 stars. This was my gift after finally being cut loose from the cancer clinic. I never had to go back there again and so I decided to pick up a momento. This was the book I chose that they offered. I really appreciate how they cover diverse women from all over the world rather than American-centric. They don’t go further than 1826, keping mostly within 200 years which is a bit of a bummer. There were also some choices I felt were questionable, like Zoe Sugg (who had her book ghost written and scams her viewers) and that they didn’t have Alison Bechendel was a huge disappointment. But this book is opinionated as they did have to narrow it down to 101 women, so I’m never going to be happy unless I pick my own. I also appreciated that if a diplomat was assassinated they mentioned it in the book.

19. The Epic of Gilgamesh: 5/5 stars. I learned about the Epic of Gilgamesh back when I was a itty-bitty sophomore in high school. I remember being so intrigued and would draw my gay ass characters as the Harlot and Endurk. I think I still have the drawings somewhere and they’re cringey. I bought the book and it’s been sitting on my shelf for YEARS. I did a deep clean of my bookshelves last night from 11:30 pm - 4:30 am, and this morning I just wanted to read since I haven’t been able to for months. I loved it! I love creation myths, old myths from “lost” cultures, plus the language was hella gay in this story. It’s a short 61 pages, so if you have like an hour or two and are in the mood for some myths baby, pick it up!

20. The Making of Pride and Prejudice: 4/5 stars. This book is chalked full of interviews from staff, actors, photos of the sets, and a bit too long section on the director and writers moaning about a script. I loved the photos of the behind the scenes and reading Colin Firth’s reluctancy to take, arguably, his most iconic role because he didn’t care for classical movies. Thought they were boring. Really a cool book to have if you’re a big Pride and Prejudice 1995 fan.

21. Greek Myths: 2/5 stars. I love the artwork in this book, but the author shows a lack of research when he writes the Roman names for the greek gods. I’m all fine with showing a Roman cultural story, but if you’re writing a Greek Myths story, BITCH use the Greek names!!! If it wasn’t for the artwork, this book would be traaash.

22. Wicked: 5/5 stars. I’ve been in a reading rut for almost a month where I’ve felt unmotivated to do anything. Since going back to brief counseling and getting my head on straight again, I’ve felt the motivation to read. I’m also doing the 2019 OWLS for a Wandmaker and this was one of my assignments. I absolutely loved Wicked. The musical came in last month and it reinvigorated my love for the show. I’ve been wanting to read the book, it’s been haunting me for awhile and I found a back of the Wicked series for 5 dollars at my library sale. Snatched that bitch up. I read this 408 pages in two weeks, probably would have in a week but school. God, I related so much to Elphaba. Not so much the whole, feeling like she has no soul, but taking school seriously and not making friends, coming from a religious family and rebelling, feeling like she’s responsible for her whole family, (not feeling like she’s attractive) and seeing her growth and becoming more comfortable with herself really made me feel better about myself? It’s a super dark book, but it’s great. It’s really great.

23. A Children’s Guide to the Night Sky: 4/5 stars. This was essentially the condensed and easier version of my Stars and Cosmology course I took two years ago!! I sped read this and some of the greek myths they described were dumb down/removed the queerness of it. Which is why I took off a whole star.

24. The Life-Changing Manga of Tidying Up: 5/5 stars. Hello Marie Kondo. Everyone is on a cleaning kick/obsessed with Marie Kondo. I liked this comic because it was short and also made her book in a bite size, story drive style. I liked its simplistic form!

25. Julian is a Mermaid: 5/5 stars. I’ve had my eye on this book for a year, ever since it was announced in Goodreads’ monthly list. I found the last copy and snatched it up. I like the muted colors, the art style, the different bodies, and letting little boys know it’s ok to dress up as mermaids or anything feminized. A great message!!!

26. Kiss Number 8: 5/5 stars. This is one of those random comics I saw in the new releases and the cover caught my eye. I read the first few pages and decided to buy it. I loved it as it’s a coming out story but the main story isn’t revolved around coming out. It’s about the complicated nature of family, coming out through the years, and trans themes. I know some people say this book and the characters are transphobic due to misgendering and dead names used, but the main character is catholic. Her family are mega catholic. She’s going to a catholic school. Of course there’s going to be misgendering and dead names used! It’s how people naturally react to news. If you’re super sensitive, I wouldn’t read this book, but I loved it to bits. I held it to my chest like I do rarely with those books that give you the warm feels.

27. Elephi - The Cat with the High IQ: 5/5 stars. This was a book I grabbed at a close down sale. It’s about Elephi who sees a small fiat car abandoned in the snow outside and decides to use his brains to get the car inside the fifth story apartment. The author really knows how cats act and I felt like all the mannerisms were perfect for a year old cat(kitten). Really a cute book that I read in 40 minutes??

28. One Happy Tiger: 4/5 stars. A book about a tiger counting friends. Cute. It’s a children’s book. Not too substantial in anything.

29. The Language of Thorns: 5/5 stars. Ok WOW. I bought this about a year ago during B&N’s signed deals where they just had a ton of books signed by the authors. I’ve seen this book floating around on BookTube for awhile and I decided to check it out at the bookstore. The illustrations sold me and I bought it. Imagine the already dark Grimm’s fairy tales, but darker. More context for the characters: Ursula, the Nutcracker, Hansel and Gretel but if Gretel was the only one at home. Really amazing stories and if you’re interested in dark, pretty illustrations that change with each page, pick it up!

30. Satoko and Nada vol 1: 5/5 stars. Ramona and I went to B&N yesterday, just sitting around like two useless gays reading a bunch of manga. This is one she picked out and told me to read it. You know me, as a white academic I am constantly on the lookout for narratives that aren’t white and can educate me. This was one of them! Satoko is from Japan while Nada is from Saudi Arabia, both are exchange students in the US. Their friendship, learning about each other’s cultures is so fucking cute. ;0;

31: I Hear the Sunspot vol 1: 4/5 stars. I docked this down from a 5 star rating because it just jumps into a established plot. I had no idea if this was a continuation from another series or if the author purposefully just threw us in the mix of an established gay relationship but they’re not really (they are but they’re confused) with some flashbacks that looks like it came from another volume? But despite those factors, the art is gorgeous. The characters are well developed and have complex background and stories to tell (one of the main characters has a degenerative hearing issue and will eventually become deaf).

32. Building Writing Center Assessments that Matter: 4/5 stars. This was a required text I had for a independent study I was a part of where I created a assessment of the climate of where I worked. This is a great resource in learning how to build assessments from scratch, and if you’ve never conducted one. I found the information they gave was limited to assessment of students who use the a writing center, while my assessment was more focused on how safe, valued, and heard those who currently work in the space feel. A great way to step into assessments!

33. Mary Ventura and the Ninth Kingdom: 4/5 stars. This was the first fictionalized piece of Slyvia Plath I’ve read. I can understand why it wasn’t published at first. There’s a lot of loose ends. Why was Mary going to the Ninth Kingdom? Why is everyone so placant in going to a “hell” type place? Also what the hell was the ending and her running away? This story left a lot to be answered, but I also love that about this short story.

34. Momo to Manji Vol 2: 5/5 stars. Volume two of one of my favorite historical yaoi mangas. It’s still hasn’t been fully translated just yet but I love it all the same!! So many complex characters, relationships!

35. Sweet Blue Flowers Vol 1. 5/5 stars. The first edition of a 5 volume series. Ramona told me to read this and I devoured the first book! Wholesome young girls falling in love with each other! Boyish girls who are heartthrobs! Unrequited love galore! Definitely going to check out the rest of the volumes!

36. Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up with Me: 5/5 stars. Man. This comic took me through a roller coaster of feelings. First it kind of made me miss the constant interactions I had with people in junior high and high school. It also reminded me heavily of my first gf and I wondered if she and her friends viewed me as Laura Dean (in terms of being too cool. I never cheated lmao. And always just out of reach). It made me melancholy for a younger me who was also hopeless in love with their best friend. It was a wild ride, but one I recommend wholeheartedly!

37. Lovable Lyle: 5/5 stars. I’ve been looking at this little crocodile for awhile and I’ve come to the conclusion he is me. This book was silly but heartwarming as Lyle is beloved but suddenly receives letters from his sworn enemy. They try to ignore it, but they are persistent until they catch the culprit. Fucking ridiculous story but I loved every second.

38. The Great American Pin-Up: 5/5 stars. It was really cool how they sectioned off each famous artist of pin-ups. Some of them were tasteful nudes, semi-nudes, or lingerie teasing moments. As someone who is both gay and used to draw pin-up girls, this is a great reference!!!!

39. Drawing the R.A.F.: 5/5 stars. This book is one of those rarer finds. A british artist was commissioned to draw the officers of the R.A.F. in the middle of World War II. Some portraits are far better than others, but the worser ones are attached with amazing stories. Such as a 6”6’ pilot having to be physically shoved in a spitfire. These are fantastic and the art work is really beautiful.

40. Where’s Will? 4/5 stars. Where’s Will is a William Shakespeare version of Where’s Waldo. The art is beautiful and the hidden characters are extremely clever. However, I remember so often spending hours upon hours trying to find Waldo and the extreme satisfaction of finally finding him. Where’s Will I could find him within 5 minutes. It never went long enough to the point I feel worn and frustrated and finding several more interesting characters. He stood out more than he should and I flew through this book that Waldo would find insulting! But the illustrations are beautiful!

41. Carr’s Pocket Books - Florence Nightingale: 4/5 stars. This mini collection of Nightingale’s journals throughout her life is really interesting. As a woman who revolutionized what it meant to be a nurse and nurse practices, it was nice to see her own words from age 9 to 90. She was an elegant little girl with her writing and she showed wisdom beyond her years. Did I learn anything substantial about her work? No. But I did come to know her on a far more personal level that I appreciate.

42. Carr’s Pocket Books - How Horatius Kept the Bridge: 5/5 stars. Another one of these small pocket sized books I bought in Oundle, England. I don’t know why, but I’ve just been desperate to go through my books and get rid of any and all that don’t speak to me anymore. I also just want to read, a lot. This was part of my kick this week, trying to get through as many as possible. This poem story is about Roman soldier Horatius and how he single handedly took the Bridge against the Greeks. It’s a military triumphant, silly, and mystical, but I really enjoyed the structure of it. It was short and sweet.

43. Echoland: 3.5/5 stars. Echoland follows Arvid, a 12 year old Norwegian boy who visits his grandparents in Denmark for the summer. However, he’s growing up and he’s realizing that his parents are strained for some reason, his sister is too grown for him, and his grandparents are getting older. This book was confusing. It was short, quick, and I think younger children would enjoy this book more than me. It deals with more adult themes but through the eyes of a 12 year old. However, I found a lot of the storyline to be confusing: Why does Arvid not want to be touched? Why are his parents fighting?? Why does he hate all the men in his family? Why is he pushing everyone away? Why are his parents putting up with his attitude? There are a LOT of questions I have and there’s no real answer to be found. Maybe it’s the author’s style, but I found the story to be not as believable, but still enjoyable.

44. Mathilda. 2.5/5 stars. Mathilda was an audiobook I listened to as I suddenly got a migraine at around 6 pm and it didn’t let up until around midnight. The last three hours I’ve been listening to it. I thought this was Matilda from Roald Dahl but was instead by Mary Shelley herself. This was a very bizarre story. I really enjoyed the first half of the story which is about Mathilda writing a final letter to her best friend upon her deathbed. She’s retelling him her tragic story and how the death of her father was her fault. Her childhood was very bleak, touch starved as her mother died and her father abandoned her to his half sister. Her half sister wasn’t warm to her and saw her as a pest, which had Mathilda growing up til she was 16 without a father. Suddenly her father decided to return and within 2 months of his return her aunt dies, and now she’s in his custody. At first everything is fine, until her father starts to lash out at her and is very distant. He at first wants Mathilda to replace her mother and then rejects the idea. They go for a walk and Mathilda presses her father to tell her his deep secret and why he hates her all of a sudden. He refuses until she presses on and then he tells her that he lusts for her. She freaks out, he almost dies in the woods from shame, and then he leaves the next morning. Mathilda is then angry because SHE wanted to leave her father, but because he’s abandoning her again she chases after him. She finds him dead in a hotel room and then Mathilda begins to resent life and living. The story was great up until she decides to chase her father after he leaves her. It became a jumbled mess and Mathilda herself says her mind is a little mad with her decisions. The story started off as an intrigue with beauty descriptions, intense, and then just went bat shit crazy. The story ended on beautiful reflections on nature and how death is not beautiful for those living, but it really lost me. The last hour was a drag. I would definitely suggest listening to it if you have a migraine!

45. Megume to Tsugumi: 5/5 stars. Gay comic, lmao.

46. Golden Sparkle: 5/5 stars. I don’t remember the plot but it was cute.

47. Maltese Falcon: 2/5 stars. I was forced to read this for a film and literature class. Everyone was ranting and raving how the main character should be a male role model but that’s extremely stupid. Look, I love bad male representation (looking at you James Bond), but he was just trash. I get this is a famous crime novel, but GOD. It’s bad.

48. Maiden & Princess: 5/5 stars. This was about a maiden going to a ball who everyone thought she would marry the Prince. Except she and the Prince are best friends and she really fell in love with his sister. We love pride month books!

49. Prince & Knight: 5/5 stars. A gender-swap of Maiden & Princess except this was a Prince who goes off to slay a dragon to save his kingdom only to fall in love with a knight and marry him. SO GOOD.

50. Komi Can’t Communicate, Vol. 1: 4/5 stars. My friend Ramona told me to read this volume since she read it and loved it. While I loved the art and Komi, the story line was just a tad flat for me. It’s a really fun series if you like high school semi-romance but mostly heavy on friendship~!

51. What was Stonewall? 3/5 stars. This was one of those children informative books where they retell a piece of history. I thought this was great for children who know nothing about Stonewall but are hearing it from Drag Queens or in June for Pride History Month. I thought the information about Stonewall was short and concise and also good for children, however the book did verge off point and talk about other points of history as well as random actors who are gay. This is good, but it isn’t Stone wall, you know?

52. Pride: The Story of Harvey Milk and the Rainbow Flag: 4/5 stars. I watched Milk and I cried at the end. I’ve been wanting to know more about how Milk created our Pride Flag and this was another one of those books where it’s curated for children. So I appreciate the run down version it gives us, but they had to “modify” what the stripes mean, such as purple being Sexuality. Let kids hear the unfiltered truth!

53. TBH #1: TBH, This Is So Awkward: 4/5 stars. This was in the teen new released section and it’s a book of text messages. I hated this book, but also was way too invested in it when I was reading it out loud to my date. It’s just a bunch of middle school people sending love notes, getting the Valentine’s Day dance cancelled because they won’t stop using their phone and their principal said “Social Decency.” And then it ended by one of the girls bringing the valentine’s day dance back by creating a Task Force to enforce no texting during school. It was fucking wild and I loved every page I flipped through and wrote in.

54. Adaptations from Short Story to Big Screen: 4/5 stars. I liked it well enough, it was a textbook so I didn’t really read the stories in-depth. However, there are two stories I absolutely love which are Field of Dreams and Smoke Signals.

55. Our Father Who Art in a Tree: 5/5. I loved this book. It’s very true to the experience of what it’s like to be depressed and the first few months of deep grief. While I didn’t lose my parent until my teenage years and my brothers were older, but the strained relationships grief causes is so fucking poignant.

56. Little Miss P: 5/5 stars. I know it’s strange, because it’s a man writing a book about periods, but this was an excellent book. It really showcased the love-hate relationship women have with their periods and also sometimes accurate representations of what it feels like.

57. Ginza Neon Paradise: 4/5 stars. I don’t remember reading this manga! (I’m updating my book list after some months)

58. Na Leo I Ka Makani/Voices on the Wind: 5/5 stars. A book of history and photos of native Hawaiians, royals, and other cultural aspects important to the island. Some really cool photos.

59. Satoko & Nada vol. 2: 5/5 stars. Satoko and Nada are back again, continuing on with their studies and friendship. This book still continues to teach westerners some cool Eastern values while the main characters are learning about each other as well. I think the 3rd volume will come out soonish and that might be the end!!! I love this little series!

60. Annie on My Mind: 5/5 stars. One of the first lesbian novels to show a happy ending with the characters. It’s very much a high school love story and first real love. There were some parts of the story that were absolutely aggravating, painfully embarrassing, but also really heart warming. It’s a queer foundational book in literature, and if you’re interested in the history of queer literature, this should be on your list.

61. Killing Stalking: 5/5 stars. The comic finally ended. I started reading it in 2016 and finished in 2019. God was it a ride. It was full of conflicting feelings, creepiness, and an ending that leaves the reader confused, fulfilled, and also not fulfilled at the same time. I wouldn’t suggest reading it for those who are squeamish with gore, violence, and dark sexual themes, but it’s a fantastic read into what it’s like to experience stockholm syndrome and intense violent trauma.

62. Go for it, Nakamura!: 5/5 stars. A high school student falls in love with his popular classmate, but his classmate doesn’t know he exists! A cute gay book about falling in love, making friends, and pushing yourself to achieve your goals!

63. The Great Gatsby: 4/5 stars. The next two books are books I listened to while deep cleaning my room. It took me two days to fully clean my room, and this was also a challenge for my N.E.W.T.S 2019. I remember reading this book in high school and liking, and I think I lent out my copy and never saw it again. I bought it recently and decided to give it a re-read/listen. I think reading the book would have made it more engaging to me, but I found the themes to not be as impressive as an adult. Maybe it’s because I can’t relate to the characters or their choices are so dumb that I just can’t believe it anymore, but it was still entertaining to listen to. The narrator was great!

64. Emma (Narrated by Emma Thompson): 5/5 stars. This feels a bit like cheating because this rendition was not only abridged, but also had live actors. I’m very familiar with Emma, and Emma Thompson as the narrator was a genius move. However, do I feel like I read/listened to Emma? Not really.

65. Fresh Romance, Vol. 1: 4/5 stars. Half of the stories were very confusing and not very good. However, I really loved two stories about a Regency marriage and a spin off of Beauty and the Beast. I would read this volume just for those additions.

66. Pilu of the Woods: 5/5 stars. A cute story about emotions, friendship, and the woods. It even has a recipe on the back I want to read it!! The colors and characters are adorable. The storyline might not be as solid, but it’s a great read!

67. Ou-same to Puppy Love: 5/5 stars. A foreign prince falls in love with a neat-freak government official. Queue stupid boys in love!

68. Sugar Days: 5/5 stars. Childhood best friends, one small and manly, one tall and feminine, both love each other without having the courage to tell the other!!!! Very cute!!!!!

69. The Tea Dragon Society: 5/5 stars. I remember seeing this book a year ago and how everyone was ranting and raving about it. However, I never bought it or saw it. My best friend brought it over the other day for me to read and I could finally see what the fuss was about. QUEER CHARACTERS, LITTLE DRAGONS WITH TEA LEAVES GROWING OFF OF THEM, MULTIPLE REPRESENTATION!!!! IT’S SO GOOOOOD!

70. Luminous Animal: 5/5 stars. A jazz poetry book. It’s interesting how Tony Moffeit can write the same theme over and over, with the same lines but in different poems with different perspectives. It was really cool!

71. Still Mostly True: 5/5 stars. A weird poetry book that has philosophy and deep meaning poems with also weird ass drawings. However, my poetry book had inscriptions from someone else to their friend. The inscriptions were sometimes very annoying, but also kind of heartwarming how this friend made sure her friend knew she was thinking of her and loving her.

72. Sky, Wind, and Stars. 5/5 stars. A poetry book that was a Korean activist who was murdered by the Japanese through medical experiments for his radical poetry. We watched the movie in my Korean History through film class, and I loved it to bits I wanted to read his poetry. The movie downplayed just how radical his poetry was. Even as a English speaker, I can clearly see the activism, Korean pride that was written during the Japanese occupation. It was a wonderful poetry book, and an important one to Koreans at that. If you have the chance to read it, please do.

73. Memoirs of a Geisha: 5/5 stars. Haley (one of my bffs) recommended me this book like 3 years ago. It’s her favorite and I kept saying I would read it. August was the N.E.W.T.S. challenge and this fit the category of “audiobook” as I listened to a fan read audio of it and then had to read the last 7 chapters. I completely see where my friend finds inspiration in her writing from this book! I really loved the sad story, the harsh reality of Japan, even if this book was more on the idealized version of WWII in Japan and how Geishas were. Some of the thinking of Chiyo I feel could be chalked up to white men ideal sexualization, but overall I really enjoyed this book! Plus the fan who read it was really into her characters and she made the experience really fun.

74. Be Prepared: 5/5 stars. When you’re poor, Russian, and have the All-American-Girls as your best friends, life is extremely hard. No one likes your Russian food, the smallness of your home, and listening to a language not their own. VERA NEEDS SOME FUCKING NEW FRIENDS. As someone whose best friend is Russian, has a sister-in-law who is Russian, and a nephew learning to speak Russian, some people are really insensitive and it drives me nuts. I know a lot of people are upset with this book because it’s not a “full memoir” and yet is described as a memoir. I’ll just pose the question, can you remember 1 month straight at 10 years old, from people to dialogue? No? Yeah, cut the book some slack. This has great representation in terms of Russian culture and learning through it from little Russian eyes.

75. Kiraide Isasete: 5/5 stars. It’s another gay manga.

76. I married my best friend to shut up my parents: 4/5 stars. While I appreciate this story is light-hearted, it seems a bit far fetched for my taste. Also the main character doesn’t believe she’s gay, so I find it hard that a) she would actually get married and b) would just readily fall in love with her friend when she’s literally had no sexual desire for anyone. But other than that, it’s a ridiculous love story and it’s to the point!

78. Heartstopper V.2: 5/5 stars. I already read this awhile ago but I finally got my copy! So I’m just putting it in my list!

79. Raven: 5/5 stars. Raven is the first installment of the origins of the Teen Titans characters. I really loved this novel since Raven has always been a dark character in the original show. This book explores her experience with death, coming to terms with her birth origins, and New Orleans with ancient magic. A great start to a series I’m looking forward to reading the rest of!

80. Heartless. 4/5 stars. A child is taken care of by a succubus (male) after a religious cult burns down a hospital to get rid of the succubus. This story is intense in the gore and horror, but pretty light in plot. There’s no real driving force behind the characters and what they do, no explanation, it’s all just there for the reader to assume it just happened. But the characters were dynamic and interesting with superhuman powers and abilities.

81. The Adventure Zone Vol. 2: 5/5 stars. Every time I see Madame Director I sigh in relief because she exactly looks how I envisioned her while listening to the podcast many years ago. The story line is short, I feel like some of the build up jokes are lost or the frustration Griffin has with his brothers and dad that make the podcast so hilarious are missing, but it’s a really beautiful comic and also a great way for people to start listening to TAZ and MBMBAM

82: The Wind in the Willow: 4/5 stars. An audiobook I listened to. I had the paperback but it was too much reading for my mind for a classic children book. When I found the option on Libby, I listened to it as I started my preparations for the start of my final semester as an undergraduate! It went by fast, the actors were in their characters and there were some songs performed. I really enjoyed it, even if Mr. Toad is ANNOYING AS FUCK. Would recommend for those wanting to kill 2 hours of their time.

83. Classmates: 5/5 stars. High school sweethearts? Can’t express their feelings well? Uh, sign me the FUCK uP.

84-108. W Juliet: 5/5 stars. I haven’t read W Juliet since I was in 7th grade. I remember that I loved it so much that when I was in high school I began collecting the volumes and proudly put it on my shelf. I used to have two bookshelves worth of manga, and when I grew older I sold them but only kept two series: Marmalade Boy and W Juliet (I’m gonna read Marmalade Boy next). I’ve been wanting to reread W Juliet recent and revisit Mako and Ito’s silliness, and with the long weekend I did. I was not prepared for the analysis it would give me to my own life. Like, holy shit. This manga series was so important in developing me who I was as a kid, (some of them very mild kinks that my rp friends are subjected to), the loss Ito has and her issues with gender and like 100000% me and how I don’t like masculine guys at all with their toxicity (hello Mako, you summer child boy). I honestly want to do a fucking research paper on this series with an analysis of myself because of how much I love this series and how I connect to it. You can bet your ass this manga is coming with me for the rest of my life.

109-117. Marmalade Boy: 3/5 stars. Marmalade Boy was the manga that started it all. I remember being 8, having found the manga section with my best friend, and we decided to share reading Marmalade Boy. I was so captivated by the story that I made her wait in the car at her house, refusing to let her have the book until I finished it. It was the final of the volume, and it wouldn’t be another 3 years until I read the series OUT OF ORDER. I kept rereading this series, picking it up, I remember it felt like watching a movie. As an adult? God this series is really awful. The characters are very annoying, the teacher is very creepy, the plot moves WAY too quickly, and no one knows what consent is. It’s fucking insane. 1-7 volume is trash, but the 8th volume really put to life in the characters. For one, they’re older, it's been a few years, and they can step back from the crazy lives of high school. If it wasn’t for the sheer nostalgia, I would be giving these books away. But you gotta pay respect to those books that introduced you to life changing moments.

118. Ouji to Kotori. 4/5 stars. An art student, a prince who buys him, trying to escape, foreign lands, a story that has a “romantic” but is open ended. I liked the flow of the story, the art, and the characters were actually believable.

119. Mean Girls Club. 3.5/5 stars. Mean Girls Club is a 1950s tale of girls rising against the patriarchy through sex, survivor, drugs, and murder. The art style is amazing. But the story line is flat and feels rushed. Not a favorite, but still pretty enjoyable.

120. Grumpy Monkey. 5/5 stars. Grumpy Monkey is the story of a monkey who wakes up grumpy. Despite everyone not believing he can be so grumpy on a beautiful day, him denying that he’s grumpy, and getting angry at people telling him HE’S grumpy, is such a goddamn mood. Nothing pisses me off more than people telling me my mood. You don’t know me. Fuck off. Anyways, this also felt like a mental health book for kids, letting them know it's ok to NOT feel ok. As long as someone is willing to listen and not wanting to fix your grumpiness.

121. Dia de los Muertos. 4/5 stars. A children’s informational book about the Day of the Dead. Short, simple, great education.

123. Wild Cherry. 4/5 stars. Wild Cherry is a poetry book I’ve been totting around for 2 months but have had no energy to pick it up. I’ve been very depressed that I haven’t had time to read, and despite me falling asleep right now, I forced myself to read it. It felt very repetitive after a while with her constant calling back to long lost love, death, and April, but I appreciated the 1923 themes that were NO doubt soo popular.

124. Through the Woods: 5/5 stars. A horror comic book that reminds me a lot of “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark.” I lent it to my co-worker since he loves these types of stories!

125. Dancing with Mr. Darcy: 1/5 stars. I read the first story which was Jane Austen crossing the River Styx and facing her judgement and then I tried to read the rest and it was all so fucking boring??? I put the book down and will not be continuing.

126. The Night Diary: 5/5 stars. So this was an audiobook I listened to during the week I had awful vertigo. I couldn’t go to work or university and I laid on the couch, glasses off, just listening to this story. If it hadn’t been read to me, I don’t think I would have loved it as much. It follows Nisha who is forced to leave after WWII when India is split into New India and Pakistan. All muslims are allowed to stay, but all Hindus must leave for New India because of territorial wars. It follows the dreadful path during the desert, the violence they faced, and the child’s innocence slowly being robbed from her. It’s all told through Nisha’s diary who pens it to her mother. The voice actor did a wonderful job.

127. We Contain Multitudes: 5/5 stars. Tiny twink nerd falls in love with Giant Jock football star. And then he falls in love with the nerd and they’re hormonal and coming out and angst with love. I understand why people are upset with the novel: the plot twist seems like a total cop out that the author placed and a 15 year old dating a 18 year old can get borderline statutoary rape. However, I absolutely loved this book. It was refreshing to have a “coming out” narrative that wasn’t focused on coming out, but rather these two boys falling in love through letters, reading the cringe of HS romances, and desperately following these boys through it all. It’s definitely a favorite I read this year!

128. Lovely War: 4/5 stars. This is the third book I read while going through vertigo, and my second audiobook. It’s set during WWI, following two love narratives but told through the perspectives of the Greek God. It was really refreshing, the voice acting was excellent, and I really enjoyed listening while dizzy constantly. I would have given in a 5 star rating, but near the end, Hazel’s pixie-manic girl stereotype was getting out of hand and her hypocrisy was really fucking annoying. However, up until that point, I really enjoyed it and recommended it to several friends!

129. The Assassination of Brangwain Spurge: 4.5/5 stars. I really struggled not giving this book five stars, but I thought some of the narration and story-telling could have done a tiny bit better. This was a great audiobook to listen to while I packed and finished projects before my plane ride to my first ever work conference. I was bummed out that I couldn’t listen to this audiobook on the plane because Libby requires wifi, but I really enjoyed the fantasy comedy of this book (even though fantasy tends to be a topic I don’t dare approach because it just through you into a world with no explanation). 10/10 would recommend to strangers on the street.

130. Aaron and Ahmed: 4/5 stars. I read this books during my great “aaaAH I’M GRADUATING TIME IS UNREAL” So these will be short. A story about after 9/11 and the brutality American soldiers went to gain answers, even if there were none.

131. The Tea Dragon Festival: 5/5 stars. Dragons? Tea? LGTB+? Who could ask for more??

132. Roadqueen: Eternal Roadtrip to Love: 5/5 stars. Lesbians calling out how trashy other lesbians treat girls who generally like them. “Fuck Boy” was used a lot and I loved this.

133. Skull-face Bookseller vol. 1: 5/5 stars. A skeleton tries to sell manga and explores the crazy customers who come in, the social mistakes foreigners make with Japanese booksellers, and Honda-san doing her best to survive in her job.

134-136. Beastars Vol 1-3: 5/5 stars. I saw a bit of the anime and realized there was a manga. I bought the two volumes I could and then the third one from amazon. I really enjoyed this series and look forward to reading it more!

137. I hear the Sunspot Vol 2: 5/5 stars. It’s nice to see the couple going on, even if its GUT-WRENCHING and stupid how they refuse to communicate!!!!! But it hits hard topics of the community for the hard of hearing and functioning in a world where signing is considered not important enough to teach.

138. Pink: 5/5 stars. A sex worker who spends all her money feeding her alligator and the trouble she gets into. Weird art style and at first I opened this book and didn’t buy it. 3 months later, decided to buy it and I adored it.

139: Restless: 4/5 stars. I don’t remember much about it, but I think it was cute. Maybe boyfriends find each other again?

140. How can one sell the air?: 5/5 stars. I’ve had this “calling” to start really reading native american stories and heritage. This is a controversial book with Suquamish people as they either see their leader finally giving up or instilling courage to stay firm even as the world does their best to destroy them. I really enjoyed reading his speech.

141. Skull-face Bookseller Vol. 2: 5/5 stars. Honda-san comes back again with her friends and exploring working in the shop with more crazy customers but also with her new found fame being a manga artist.

142. Gold Rush Women: 4/5 stars. A lot of white women with these narratives, which was disappointing since most of the Gold Rush Women were indegenious or came from other areas of the world rather than just Europe or East America. Wish there were more stories on the black, mexican, indegineous, or chinese women who were forced into slavery or abused or helped create the west.

143. No one is too small to make a difference: 5/5 stars. Greta Thornberg amazes me. Here we have a 15 year old with aspergers who is doing her best to inspire scientists, politicians, and anyone in the world to take charge of our climate change issues. It also amazes me how many people are threatened by a 15 year old and she’s forced to repeat herself in her speeches because people refuse to listen to what she has to say. She’s amazing.

144. Ookami he no Yomeiri: 3.5/5 stars A bunny and a wolf get married. What more can I say?

145. Monody: 3/5 stars: Monody is a strange poetry book. The lyrical writing leaves lacking in terms of uniqueness and deep thought, but aesthetically it is beautiful. Blue font paired with geographical maps of Reno, Nevada, the poetry book comes off more of an art piece.

146. Usagi no Mori: 3/5 stars. Uhmmm. Don’t remember…

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iammultifandomaf · 4 years ago

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Chapter 6 - What are you doing here?

BROTHERHOOD

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12211562/6/

Lydia's vision was still a little blurred but she was certain that she was utterly alone on the cold ground where she had failed to save her dear Stiles. The realization of the fact that the two strangers had taken her boyfriend for no reason whatsoever and might hurt him or even-... She shook this thought off and slowly got up to her feet, grabbing for her purse which wasn't hanging on her shoulder anymore. Lydia looked at the ground first, searching the surface with her eyes. Suddenly, though, a familiar voice called her name in a low tone.

"Lydia."

The girl's head shot up to see who disturbed the silence of the nothingness she had believed that surrounded her. Her gaze ended up on a tall man in a long dark coat. Lydia squinted her eyes to see the man's features better, not sure if what she is perceiving was real.

Finally, she said in a breath: "John?"

The man smiled under the beard and nodded, his smile perished quickly, though, and was replaced by obvious concern. He approached Lydia, carefully as if she were a hurt lamb, and looked her in the eyes.

"Are you alright, dear?" he asked, scanning her face with a soft look. Lydia's eyebrows furrowed at this question, her confusion breaking through.

"What the hell are you doing here? And no, I'm not alright! Could you please just... go? I don't have time for you... I have to find somebody..." she quickly said, her words lacking any articulation to not lose any precious time with this stranger who had found a way into her life, again, somehow.

"Lydia, please do calm down, I actually wanted to help you."

"Help me with what?" Lydia said suspiciously as John couldn't possibly known what had happened there at the very place they have been standing because they had been with Stiles alone.

"Um," John hummed and looked around as if he were looking for the explanation in the skies.

"Did you have something in common with it?!" Lydia bursted out, not being capable to stand out his 'mysteriousness' at that moment.

"No!" John said and raised his hands in defense.

"So, how do you know about it, huh?" Lydia asked, folding her arms on her chest.

"It's complicated..."

...

Stolos wasn't sure what made him do it, or to be more precise, what made him not to do it. Now, he was lying at the ground, oficially defeated by the younger boy who didn't believe his own eyes. Stolos didn't defend himself and when he did, it was just for 'the show'. Why did he do that? He was the only one who lost against his opponent and therefore, he was the only one who had to clean the bunk of this other child.

Stolos' peers stood silently and watched Stolos who was still on the ground, staring into the blue sky. They didn't dare to say anything because they knew what was Stolos capable of and were afraid to mock him for the fight he had just lost.

The boy who has defeted Stolos couldn't believe his own eyes and looked over to Stolos who was slowly getting up to his feet. The other younger boys watched their peer in astonishment and envy for what he had accomplished.

Stolos brushed the dirt off his clothes and returned to his previous spot, waiting for the older soldiers to give them instructions. He was, of course, laughed at by the tutors and was told to make 'Dentorons' bed every morning after he wakes up.

The next morning, Dentorons was already waiting by his bed for Stolos. He knew that he didn't have to wait there but he wanted to talk with the peculiar opponent who had lost against a younger soldier.

Eventually, Stolos walked into the room where Dentorons had his bunk. Dentorons was a little discouraged by Stolos' blank expression and hints of lethargy. Stolos gave a short glimpse to the younger boy and started reordering the blanket without a word.

"You-you are Stolos, right?" Dentorons got out of himself.

"Yes," Stolos answered shortly.

"My name's Dentorons, Den for short."

"Uh-huh."

"May I ask you something?"

"What."

"Um, why did you want me to win?" Dentorons asked in a low tone for nobody else to hear it. Stolos straightened his back and looked at Den, raising his eyebrows.

"You let me win, obviously..."

"Maybe you are better than you think," Stolos said monotonously.

"Bullshit," Den raised his voice but regretted it right away. Stolos, though, just smiled at him.

"'Guess I didn't need to prove myself something with messing up a kid." Stolos shrugged and leaned against the wall next to the bed.

"I'm not a kid," Dentorons defended himself.

"Sure you are. We all are. Even the dicks who 'train' us."

"...I've heard that you are dangerous... for a kid."

"I'm only dangerous to those who deserve it."

"But you've hurt all the others..."

"They live, don't they?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Look, Den... I don't really care-"

"No, no. That's alright... let's not get into that. Let's get breakfast, okay?"

"Sure."

...

"What the fuck is complicated? You mean you being here? Or the fact that my boyfriend was fucking kidnapped?!" Lydia almost screamed now.

"Look, let's just focus on finding Stiles, alright?" John tried.

"And why are you so interested in Stiles?!" Lydia threw her hands into the air.

"We... well, we've been... friends at some point. Good ones."

"What?"

"Yeah..."

"He never mentioned a friend named 'John'."

"It was quite a long time ago, I must admit. I suppose... he didn't think of me as somebody... important," John said slowly, as if he was just coming to this realization.

"You know what? I don't care right now. I'm going to the police," Lydia said, not paying attention to John anymore and fiercely picked up her handbag from the ground and began walking back to the village.

"Lydia, here's no police station. It would be better if you returned to the hotel and called somebody..."

Lydia stopped, still facing John with her back. Her eyes scanned the village around her and she admitted to herself that she won't find much help there. Abruptly, she turned around and went back to John who was still standing at the same place she left him and looked up into his dark eyes.

"And what are you going to do, huh?" she asked him with spite.

"I'll try look for him," he said simply.

"Then, I'll go with you."

"I don't think that's such a good idea..."

"Why? Because I'm a girl?" she said, folding her arms on her chest.

"No, not at all. It's just... if you go call the police, somebody has to be there to describe him and stuff like that... I can't do that... I don't have any photos of him, I haven't seen him for so long... I didn't even see the kidnappers."

Lydia realized that he has a point and that realistically, she had almost no chance of finding him on her own and she was the one who saw the two people who took Stiles. Lydia then slowly nodded, accepting the facts and finally calming down.

"Okay. Okay. Gimme your phone number," Lydia said, fishing her phone from the handbag and unlocking it.

"May I?" John asked and pointed to the phone. Lydia squinted her eyes in suspicion for a second but then placed the smartphone on his stretched out palm. John quickly typed his number into the device and handed it back to the redhead. Lydia then called his number so he’d have hers, too.

"I'll text you if I find him... Okay?" he said with a supportive tone. Lydia only nodded and watched him turn on his heels and leave.

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the-misadvntures-of-me · 4 years ago

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Not Friends With Benefits:

An Excerpt: By Me: I love Tumblr

First of all, I would just like to encourage you to pray for my best friend Lydia. That poor, poor soul. We love her. There's a reason the password to this page is 'not again'. I'm stupid and for a moment there, though I thought I should delete that sentence because WHAT IF someone discovered my password. Then I did a think. OK MOVING ON.

The people in my life have come to appreciate how fucking problematic I am. I really do think that if someone were to do a study on the human levels of problematic-ness, I would definitely receive some sort of Nobel Prize. What an honor. To quote my mother, "Things really DO seem to always happen to YOU huh." Thanks, Sondra. Through the course of reading through this wonderful Tumbler account, I'm sure you'll begin to understand why this was said about me. To be completely honest, sometimes I amaze myself. Like dang, what the heck bro. But it's ok. Good thing I'm an enneagram 4. "The unicorn".

I should know more shit about the enneagram now that I think about it. I took a whole college class on it. But haha nope. I love being ADD. I did do a lot of doodling. I got better at my hand lettering, and honestly, that's the most important life lesson I got outa that. Side note, my professor was a Dick and failed me. I took it up with the board of directors, they saw my work, gave me an A, and fired him. That made me feel better. Another side note, I'm fantastic at getting teachers fired, as this was the third one. A story for another time. *Cough cough middle school Spanish*. #FuckDora #SraMooreTheExplorer #Perra(BITCH)

Hi so I'm also gey.

And on the autistic spectrum.

Fun times. Whatta BOP.

Moving on. Yes oooh the fun title. We love. Title is a fun word, it reminds me of tits. ^^^^^ ADD to the MAX right now, apologies. No, I'm not chill with the idea of the big ol' FWB. Friends With Benefits. WooHoo. I fucking love the world. First of all, friends with benefits is DEFINITELY a sex thing. Not about that sexy life. Anymore heh. So no, FWB is not a term in my pure-as-heck mind. RIP. God help me.

The whole idea of "friends with benefits" is just sad. It's sketchy, lame, and pathetic. Can't find love? Lmao fake it bro. Bored? Fuck. Yeah. Fun times. But when I sat down the other day and started to think about it, because why not fam, I started to think about the social standards of the world. So philosophical, I know. If you think about it though, if you're not doing the whole sex thing, why not kiss your friend? I mean, kissing is pheNOMenal. Muy Bien. *Hispanic Clap*. *NakedMoleRatFace*. Why are social standards against kissing your homies? If not them, why not your best friend? Best friend as in - best guy friend in this case - but I mean if u gey u gey.

(I'm gey tho, but oh well. Ish. Yet again, a story for another time. It doesn't apply here. Lydia and I may be soulmates, but NAH bro. None of that romance. CAN'T A GEY CHICK HAVE A FEMALE BFF. To clarify, because I'm not shutting up yet, I am bi. Ish. Not public or defined by a label necessarily because J E S U S. Y'all need Jesus. I need Jesus. Sheesh.)

This once again brings me to my precious best friend and soul mate forever, Lydia. I texted her this wonderfully philosophical question, and I received the eloquent response of, "God NO". Once again, may I prompt you to remember the password for this page. I have a track record for making terrible decisions and then casually THROWING THEM at Lydia. "Can one casually make out with their guy best friend" really is a great way to add some fun FIRE to any conversation. I highly recommend.

The thing is, this is not hypothetical because who am I kidding, I'm STUPID. :). Hehe RIP.

SO, we had a wonderful conversation full of ups and downs and highs and lows and poor, 17-year-old Lydia, once again, needing to play the role of my mother. She may be younger than me, but that girl has 20 years of wisdom on me. I am a heavenly fetus of bad decisions. YES, FINE, MAYBE I casually made out with my guy best friend. Big whoop. This was the event that prompted my wonderfully philosophical question, and the fantastically engaging conversation I had with Lydia. To be blunt here, what the fuck are social standards anymore? I mean, a fat man can run into the street in a leotard and a wig and proclaim he's a female, and boom. He sure as fuck is. So WHAT is the big deal with me *casually* making out with my guy best friend?

For a few days, I decided to once again casually slip this question into my conversations, and the results really did shock me. People who openly supported the LGBTQXYZ community, (and were okay with the idea of the fat leotard wig man) were absolutely appalled when I brought up this idea of friend-kissing. The irony. I'm not hating against the community, once again, BI AS FUCK. But still. I wasn't expecting their response at all. I do, however, understand their response. Not the leotard man response, but the aversion-to-kissing-your-friends response, because that’s not friends with benefits... right?

This is a reflection that will be continued later, as I am tired.

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STUDY : LYDIA MARTIN. taken from @ashenbled

— basics.

▸ is your muse tall / short / average ?

lydia’s 5′3″ !

▸ are they okay with their height ?

yes, it’s another perfect excuse to always be wearing designer heels.

▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair / grooming ?

110%. lydia takes pride in the way she carries herself, always making sure she looks perfect, like she’s ready for a fashion photoshoot. her strawberry blonde hair is always styled in long, loose waves / curls, slightly teased at the roots for volume & she doesn’t go anywhere without wearing makeup : eyeliner, mascara, blush, lipstick, tinted lip gloss, nails done & painted, the whole thing. she enjoys being pretty & she knows she is.

▸ does your muse care about their appearance / what others think ?

she's got beauty to a science. people are superficial creatures & looks matter if you want a social life. she likes being the most drop dead beautiful girl wherever she goes. it’s a source of confidence. she’s highly aware of every detail from her pageant queen smile, tone of voice, the swish of her hips when she walks, which emotions she displays or not. lydia is a perfectionist & knows presentation is everything. when you have a reputation, you’re going to have attention on you & people judge. she also keeps her banshee identity a SECRET ; the last thing she wants is for anyone to think she’s crazy.

— preferences.

▸ indoors or outdoors ? both ▸ rain or sunshine ? sunshine ▸ forest or beach ? both ▸ precious metals or gems ? gems ▸ flowers or perfumes ? flowers ▸ personality or appearance ? both ▸ being alone or being in a crowd ? being alone ▸ order or anarchy ? neutral ▸ painful truths or white lies ? painful truths ▸ science or magic ? both ▸ peace or conflict ? depends ▸ night or day ? night ▸ dusk or dawn ? dusk ▸ warmth or cold ? warmth ▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends ? a few close friends ▸ reading or playing a game ? reading

— questionnaire.

▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits ?

she pushes herself too hard. if she fails to meet a specific goal or feels she’s falling short or underperforming, she takes it hard. she has a good heart & can sometimes be too accommodating for people who don’t really care about her, but simply use her for whichever benefits they can & she’s aware of it but it’s her way of connecting with them even though she knows she deserves better. deep down, she's lonely. she’s the queen of emotional repression. faking smiles, looking pretty & withdrawing or self-isolating when she’s hurt isn’t the best coping mechanism but again, she has to be looking perfect and she doesn’t like showing vulnerability. she’s not ghosting even if she seems to be ; she’s highly emotional & protecting everyone from hurricane lydia --- especially when her psychic abilities are amplified & off the charts.

▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them ? how has it affected them ?

two people. jackson whittemore was her first love. he was the captain of the lacrosse team at her old school & they were the IT couple. they had their table at lunch only the elite could join, they were goals at school & at lydia’s parties and lydia was happy to make a public display of her love with glittery signs at lacrosse games & the way she’d light up around him. they both shared dramatic, passionate alpha personalities and complimented each other almost perfectly, but while there was plenty of love between them, lydia & jackson had their share of arguments and drama. lydia found herself feeling invisible around even her girlfriends receiving more attention than her, feeling sidelined & hurt. jackson took his anger out on lydia, blaming her for personal issues & things she had nothing to do with and he became explosive. jackson mistreated lydia, one day breaking up with her. after asking for the key to his house back, he called her the deadest weight in his life. to her face & humiliated her in front of everyone. since then, lydia’s had trust issues & she’s been afraid of getting close to people. she keeps her feelings to herself and won’t say she loves people even if she does. she doesn’t expect anything more than casual physical relationships & it’s colored her perception of love by making her cynical & self-protective because of how deeply it hurt. she won't let herself believe anyone's capable of loving her, only objectifying her or hoping to achieve popularity by association. she gets used to that jaded mindset, keeping her emotional distance.

lydia’s grandmother, lorraine martin, was murdered at the hands of a corrupt orderly in a psychiatric facility. she was also a banshee & the only family member who truly understood her. lydia felt alone navigating her own psychic abilities because of lorraine’s absence. her supernatural transition wouldn’t have been so traumatic if she had someone to help her. instead, she immersed herself in mythology to figure it out alone & tried to maintain her sanity through nightmarish premonitions and chilling synchronicity with heightened intuition.

▸ what are some fond memories your muse has ?

nights out with her friends in california, shopping, skating at the roller rink, nights on the beach watching the waves and collecting seashells for jewelry, bonfire parties, basically everything before the supernatural turned her world upside down.

▸ is it easy for your muse to kill ?

supernaturally ? yes. a banshee’s scream carries an otherworldly frequency & she can amplify her voice until her sound waves can reach a fatal volume. this can send dark entities into oblivion, rupture blood vessels & even shatter human skulls. however, banshees are harbingers of death --- not monsters. lydia would only kill to save someone she cares about or herself.

▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down ?

she’s withdrawn, spacy, glassy eyed despite her poised exterior. she becomes quieter, colder & snaps easily. she’ll ghost everyone to process and try burying whatever she feels, looking for distractions even if they’re superficial & unhealthy. she pretends she isn’t affected by anything when she actually cares a lot & she seems like she’s not quite all there. she’s defensive, secretive and cries in solitude but she has a strong sense of pride & tries not to show the slightest crack in her perfect illusion.

▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life ?

absolutely not. she doesn’t even think she’s a priority to anyone. this isn’t low self esteem ; she just knows how fickle people can be & she refuses to waste precious time idealizing anyone. the thought of anyone being loyal or coming through for her ? lol, next joke. she doesn’t expect to be anyone's second thought, but that's okay. she's a fierce warrior queen, a badass bitch. lydia's far from a damsel in distress, she looks out for herself. .

▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love ?

she doesn’t say it, but her sweet side is more visible. she makes herself available with any excuse to be with them. she’ll go along with anything even if it’s not exactly her style, spend even more time on her appearance to have their attention & it’s in her eyes when she lights up around them. she’s just as secretive about how she feels, too dignified to assume or label anything but she wants to be in their orbit. she’s tuned into their frequency, like a psychic bookmark & thinks about them a lot. she’s especially compassionate, pays extra attention to them. at the same time, she can be more cautious & skeptical because she doesn’t want to let anyone hurt her again but her smiles are less painted on & more natural. she keeps it casual but she's !!!!! heart eyes af. she will show otherworldly loyalty & she would tear an interdimensional rift through time and space for them. she would die for them.

tagging : ━━━━ steal it & tag me !

#♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 — ( headcanons )#♡ 𝒇𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 — ( out of screams )

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 7 years ago

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We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 16

/ Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 / Chapter 19 / Chapter 20…>>

Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This will be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story

In this chapter: These feelings. I can’t feel them. I can’t love him. I can’t afford to fail again.

Word count: 3077

A/N: Sorry for the delay! But I have good news, I’ll be able to write more! I was taking care of my mom because she broke her wrist but now she’s feeling better! I moved the tag list to the end of the chapter because it started to take too much place XD but don’t worry, the tag list will always be open! (and as always the gifs aren’t mine)

“What are you going to do with all this money?” Stiles asked me with a quick glance at me before looking back on the road.

“Paying off my debts,” I mumbled, staring at the pile of greenbacks in my hands.

After the nightmares I had in class, I finally decided that it was enough. All this because of that stupid phone that was the only object connecting me with the other world and giving me even more horrible nightmares. So I decided. After classes, I went straight to Stiles to ask him for a service. Obviously, just the idea of going to see him and talking to him put me all upside down inside and my heart accelerated. After spouting a few words, I finally asked him for the service and he accepted without any problem. A smile stretched my lips and something changed in his gaze.

I didn’t understand what it was, not right away.

In short, we had left school after I told Scott I had to go somewhere and that even if I found his bike very beautiful, I preferred to go by car. Stiles took me to a pawnbroker who, seeing my cell phone, didn’t hesitate to buy it full price without even asking where I got it. It was functional and it was a futuristic and impressive model according to him.

He didn’t know how much.

I hesitated a long time before selling it. After all, it was an important clue, but the nightmares it brought me were enough to make me choose.

So I went out with no problems with enough money to pay for everything I would dream of. But it wasn’t for me. And during the ride once again very silent and embarrassing to the house, I never ceased to worry about what was going to happen now. What I was going to do. I couldn’t stop Derek from falling in love with Jennifer, it was too late and he wouldn’t believe me. I couldn’t stop the alpha pack from continuing to sow chaos, but I had to save Boyd’s life. And I had an idea how I was going to do it.

I was very focused on what I was going to do with the series, so much I forgot that I was in the jeep. Next to Stiles. I got out of my thoughts and turned to him as I swallowed, my fingers playing nervously with the money I decided to put in my bag before tearing the pieces of paper so precious.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled with difficulty and he turned to me raising an eyebrow.

“Why?” He asked.

“F-for last night,” I confided, lowering my head. “You had to come all the way late at night to see me like that. ”

It was one of the few times I had the courage to confess to him. I was really ashamed that he did all this just because of a nightmare. See me like that. It was pitiful and it was a weight on my heart I had to get rid of, even if that meant I had to talk about it to Stiles. And every time his brown eyes are looking at me and his voice answered or asked me questions, my whole body was melting from within.

“No need to apologize. I am in a good position to understand you, you know,” he began, not leaving his gaze out of the road. Shortly after we arrived at Scott’s place, Stiles parked in the parking lot, stopped the engine and then continued talking. "I often … had nightmares, after my mom died. My anxiety increased so much I had panic attacks and terrible night terrors,” he continued, raising his head towards me and I met his eyes that were sincere but also sad. My breath was stuck in my throat for a moment. In movies, this kind of moment only announced one thing, a kiss wasn’t long in coming. Alone in his jeep, talking about sad but emotional things. Perfect moment to be kissed.

"So don’t apologize, please. It wasn’t your fault. “

"All right,” I whispered, unable to leave his gaze, feeling an irresistible attraction to his appealing lips.

Then, without warning, Stiles grabbed my hand and a pen and inscribed something in my palm, breaking the moment. I wanted to laugh. What moment? There were none. What was I thinking?

“If you need anything, here’s my number. I’ll take yours but you just sold your cell phone so…” He laughed softly.

“Yeah …” Was all I could say before I got out of the car quickly, muttering a goodbye and heading quickly to the house. As soon as the door was closed behind me, I let myself slip to the floor, placing my hand against my chest and felt my heart beating wildly.

“Y / N … stop … you can’t afford to feel that … he’s not yours, he can’t be …” I repeated myself, raising my hand to look at his phone number. His writing, the shape of his figures. I even learned his number by heart. I could repeat I can’t love him all day, it was too late for that.

“Y / N?” A voice made me jump and I leapt to my feet to look at Scott who seemed about to leave. He looked at me with a strange look.

"Hey Scott!” I nervously said, scratching my neck. ” You are going to work? “

"Yes,” he said, placing his hand on my shoulder. “ Everything’s fine? I’m very worried about you.”

“Oh, it’s only some nightmares, I’m fine!” I lied even if I knew he was going to know. Then, before he added anything, I changed the subject. "I have something for you! ”

I hastened to take the money out of my bag and gave him a good part of it.

“Y / N … where did you find that much money?” He asked, very suspicious.

“I sold my cell phone,” I said, swinging the money on one side and the other.“ I promised you I’d pay you back, didn’t I? And promise me to go get tattooed, like you planned to. ”

“Y / N … you don’t have to …”

“ I insist!” I said as I put the money in his hands.

"Alright …” He said taking it, still suspicious. “ And the rest? ”

“To pay back Melissa. Angiography, my hospitalizations, school fees, food … it’s probably not enough, but … ”

Scott then took me tenderly in his arms, under my surprise.

“That you think so is already a lot. You are very attentive, Y / N.” Then he left me after he gave me a kiss on the top of my head. "I’ll try to come back before bedtime in case …” He didn’t finish his sentence, but I understood it.

In case I have nightmares.

I had left all the lights on, even those in the corridor but I couldn’t sleep and my door was open. The hours passed and I even had time to finish my homework and now spent my time staring at Stiles’ cell phone number.

It was getting very late and Scott hadn’t come back yet. Then I had an idea. I got up from my bed, dragging my blanket with me, a little paranoid and walked over to Scott’s room. I opened a light and touched his bed with hesitation. Then I felt suddenly heavily tired so I let myself fall on his bed with my blanket and closed my eyes with Scott’s scent with me, as if he were there. I was automatically reassured and fell asleep.

And I still dreamed that I was in a large room without walls or ceiling, stripped of color and warmth.

But no nightmare.

The next day I woke up in my room. Someone had to take me there. And when I glanced at the dial, it was to notice that I was going to be late. I got up abruptly, looking around with a little panic and jumped out of my bed. And that’s when I noticed that I was wearing a too big for me hoodie. Scott’s hoodie.

“Ehhhhhh ?!” I exclaimed and it was at that moment Stiles passed in front of my open door and saw me.

” Oh.” He said before turning around and leaving.

“Stiles ?!” I exclaimed, following him. ” What are you doing here? “

"I remembered that you didn’t like traveling by motorcycle so I went to get you,” he said without turning around, which made me blush.

“Wow it’s… you didn’t have to …” I mumbled, unable to say anything else.

“I’m waiting for you in the car,” he said a little dryly, which severed my intense joy. Why was he so cold suddenly? It was when I went to get dressed that I understood. But was it possible? That he misinterpreted the reason I was wearing Scott’s hoodie? I didn’t even know myself!

“Ah, Y / N,” Scott greeted me in the kitchen as I went down for lunch. “Sleep well? “

"Why was I wearing your hoodie?” I asked by grabbing an apple and adjusting my school bag on my shoulder after putting my dinner in it.

“When I arrived you were sleeping in my bed and when I wanted to take you to your room, you stuck to my hoodie so … I took it off to give it to you and you kinda put it on yourself. You seemed to feel safe and I could also sleep well so… and the best? You didn’t have nightmares,” he finished smiling.

Oh crap. Did Stiles think I had … Scott and I had … I shook my head as I rushed out, followed by a worried Scott who was also going to benefit of Stiles’ jeep ride. Seeing me, Stiles quickly avoided my gaze. How could I rectify that?

In the end I couldn’t talk to Stiles during the ride to school. He left immediately without giving me time to speak. The first class was gym and he mumbled something about having to change in sports clothes. Then I had to go into the girls ‘dressing room while Scoot was joining Stiles in the boys’ room.

Why did Stiles care if I slept a few times with Scott and if he lent me his clothes? He did this only to help me sleep, something every brother would do and I only see Scott as a big brother! No … Stiles can’t be jealous. He loves Lydia and it must stay like this.

I’m just getting too stupid. Stiles, have a crush on me? Pff, I wasn’t in a fanfiction, it was impossible. I thought as I got dressed as well.

It was only outside with all my class and Coach that I realized my mistake. I recognized the place where Coach wanted us to run. I had been so naive and imprudent, I hadn’t paid attention to detail.

We were in the beginning of episode 4 and I could already see the twins coming dangerously near Isaac to provoke him.

This meant that the first warrior victim was already dead. The dog owner.

I saw Scott trying to hold back Isaac.

“ Isaac!”

“It’s them.”

“Isaac, wait! Isaac!”

And so the whistle sounded and all the students started running, including the twins in the lead who would quickly be catch up by Isaac and Scott. And then, and then the body was going to be discovered and …

“Wow, wow young lady,” Coach told me by holding me by the collar to keep me from running. “You. Do not run. I received a notice from your mother about a medical condition preventing you from doing any kind of physical activities. ”

“ My mother? ”

“Melissa McCall? You know the woman who … Hey, come back here! ”

But I didn’t listen to him. I had gone to the race even though I knew that with my backwardness and meager physical abilities, I would never catch them. But I had to try.

My lungs burned me and especially my wound where Boyd’s claws had cut my skin was very painful. Each stroke gave a shock to my legs and the burn was only increasing. Until I heard a cry at the very moment I arrived where everyone were gathered around a tree. And I knew all too well what was attached to it. However, this time I forced myself to look at the corpse. I couldn’t keep avoiding them. The victims I failed to save. And this one died because I had been distracted by something, aka Stiles Stilinski, who was also among the crowd.

The body was full of blood and it was hard to believe that he had been alive. The smell of blood was strong and horrible and I only wanted to close my eyes and stop breathing.

The poor guy…

“It’s him?” Stiles asked Scott who nodded. Then the two saw me and approached as I took my breath.

"Y / N? Everything’s fine? ”

“You’re bleeding,” Stiles said, pointing at my leg and my blood-soaked pants.

“It’s nothing,” I said between two rapid breaths and I saw him hesitate to come to me. He stretched his arms slightly in my direction and it was then that the sheriff chose to arrive and spoil the moment.

“Hey, get out of the way! Get back. Get this area cordoned off before they trample every piece of evidence.” Seeing him, Stiles walked to his father pointing at the body.

“Back up! Everyone back! Get these kids out of here! "An officer ordered.

"Dad, just come here. Look, look. Look at it. It’s the same as the others, you see? ”

“Yeah, I see that. Do me a favor. Go back to school. Coach, can you give us a hand here? ”

“You heard the man. Nothing to see here. Probably just some homeless kid. "Coach tells us trying to look convincing.

"Coach.” Scott started, looking at the ground.

“Yeah?”

“He was a senior.”

“Oh. He wasn't on the team, was he? ”

I wanted to hit the coach for his lack of tact.

“Kyle! Oh, God, Kyle! ”

The victim’s girlfriend.

“Go on. Go. Go. ” The Sheriff ordered us before glancing at me. The slight time I was able to cross his gaze wasn’t enough for me to know if he was rather sad or desperate to see me again where a corpse was found.

“You see the way the twins looked at him? Like they had no idea what happened,” Stiles began, walking away from the crime scene with Scott and Isaac while I followed them behind.

"No, no, they knew.” Isaac mumbled, sure of himself.

“The kid was strangled with a garrote, all right? Am I the only one recognizing the lack of "werewolfitude” in these murders?” I almost laughed when I heard Stiles talking about werewolftitude, but held back. It was neither the time nor the place.

Well, it was a little because of them that the darrach was killing in order to become powerful enough to take revenge on the alpha pack, so in some way Isaac was right. But I didn’t pronounce on that.

“Well, no, but I still don’t think it’s them.” Indeed, Stiles was right. And poor Scott in the middle of the two boys didn’t know where to turn.

“Scott? How about you? ”

Waiting for an answer, everyone stopped walking and Stiles folded his arms.

“I don’t know yet.”

“You don’t know yet?”

“Well, he’s got a point.” Scott said about Isaac and Stiles got a little frustrated.

“Seriously, dude, human sacrifices? Scott, your eyes turn into yellow glow sticks, okay? Hair literally grows from your cheeks and then will immediately disappear, and if I were to stab you right now, it would just magically heal, but you’re telling me that you’re having trouble grasping human sacrifices?” Throughout his monologue, Stiles never ceased to gesticulate, a habit he had that always made me smile.

“That’s a good point too.” I would’ve said the same if I wasn’t afraid to get involved with something that didn’t concern me. And as Isaac didn’t ask for my opinion, I concluded it didn’t matter.

“I don’t care. They killed that kid, they tried to kill the girl that saved me. I’m gonna kill them too.” Isaac finished by leaving Scott, Stiles and I behind.

“And you Y / N, what do you think?”

I raised my head to stare at Stiles. He had just asked for my opinion. I would’ve jumped at this idea because it meant he really trusted me and probably had forgotten about the incident this morning, but the moment was again badly chosen.

“I agree with Stiles.” I sincerely said, hoping they would believe me. Then I took the opportunity to add something, hoping that this detail wouldn’t trigger the pain. So I carefully chose my words.

"But they’re for something,” I added and when Stiles was about to ask me something, coach’s aggressive voice echoed in my ears.

“McCall!” He screamed and Scott and I turned to him. “Not you McCall, McCall! ”

Scott and I exchanged a confused look.

“I forbade you to run,” he angrily said as he took me by one ear. “Look at the condition of your leg!”

“Coach you’re hurting me.”

“Oh,” Coach said, letting go of me, surely realizing his gesture. “Habit. Stilinski! Take McCall to the infirmary! And find a way to differentiate yourself! ”

“I swear Coach, I’m fine! ”

“Now!” He ordered and I sighed, turning to Stiles who raised his eyebrows at how irresponsible Coach’s behavior was.

"Let’s go,” I mumbled without looking at him, feeling very well the questions that were soon to cross his luscious lips and his hands that would move in every direction in the hope of understanding and …

Fuck Y / N! It’s because of these thoughts that you let this poor boy die! Pull yourself together!

“You want me to help you walk?” Stiles asked as he touched my arm but I pushed him away more brutally than I would’ve liked.

“Sorry …” I started but he understood the message and only walked by without saying anything. I turned to Scott one last time and met his sad look. If only I could tell him everything.

In the next chapter: Isaac and his anger towards the twins. I gotta do something… right?

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overlycaffeinatedwarmage · 7 years ago

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RtS 46-49

Back to Wales, and the chapter where Pritkin and Cassie actually talk.

Chapter 46

We are finally back to Wales with Rosier, Hilde, Abigail, Cassie, Billy Joe and Roger's ghosts. Poor Abigail! She is really not liking being back in action. Hilde is into it though! I like Hilde, she’s got moxie. Oohh the fail-safes get the Pythian slide show this time too, did not catch that before. Gertie and Hilde are sisters, I was not surprised. They totally act like it too when we see them. I love these little details. It really makes the universe more real.

Cassie sends Rosier off to court to find Pritkin. We won’t see him again until near the very end of the book. Billy is shifting now, that's a funny idea. Cassie is trying to stay ahead of the Pythias and acolytes Billy shifts them to edges of non-time, sorta half way between both places. This was really confusing first times I read it. This time is better.

Athenais! Lydia! Gwenore! More Pythia names, in case of future Trivia. I should keep a list.

Cassie and Billy hop into and out of non-time to stay ahead of Pythias. At one point they are beneath the waves to avoid them. Billy boops a shark on the nose, just because he can

Oh, Billy set ships on fire at the port, as distraction. I definitely missed that before. The distraction works and Cassie heads to Camelot.

This chapter was a ton of action that I kind of breezed past initially to get to the “good stuff.” I tend to that a lot on my first read throughs of long awaited books. It’s why I do re-reads. I never understood people who only read a book or watch a movie once. There is always so much more to learn from the story on a second or third pass through of it. Hell, with KC’s books because I listen to the audios while I sew, I often experience them many times over. Learning new things each time. (I’ve probably gone through HtM 10 times, easily, not exaggerating). To me books, movies, and shows are meant to be enjoyed many times and looked at from many different angles. That’s what makes their sometimes initial “high” fees worth it (talking hard cover prices, not paperback).

Chapter 47

Camelot! (I want to sing Monty Python here but that would be wrong yes it would). Or Caerleon as it is more properly called. The place is a mix of Celtics and Roman style and Cassie is in awe of it, to the point of tears. I would be too. Unfortunately, I’ve never made it outside the Americas and have never seen any historical buildings older than 200-300 years old. Some monuments at DC or possibly a few in Argentina are about the oldest that I’ve had a chance to visit. Heading to Europe and seeing what’s left of some of these places of legend is a dream of mine (Stonehenge!!!!). So, I totally understand Cassie’s reaction here. I was never into history classes in school because the teachers made them all about wars and dates (zzzzzzzz) but I’ve always found history fascinating, so I get it. Also, high school needs better history teachers.

Anyway, I’m really off on tangents today, sorry. We get a brief history of the region from Cassie. Despite being in shambles, Augustine still whipped up an outfit for Cassie. That that man a medal!

KC really has a thing for curly haired people. Half her characters have curly hair I swear. “Closer in, a swarthy type with a hooknose and a wand was painting stories in the air with fire: battling knights and fierce dragons and a princess in a tower.” Hi baby! Pritkin! The eel boy gives Cassie sass, yep KC likes her sass. Nimue and Morgaine exit a boat made of water

Arthur's symbol is a bright red dragon, hello clue by 4. How did I miss you before?

Chapter 48

Caedmon grabs Cassie and he's pissed! Their meeting in present day should be interesting to say the least. I look forward to it! Saved by the fireman, she actually calls him the right name for a change! First time I think. “Hair like a cow’s breakfast” Poor Pritkin and his hair. I would kill to have hair that stood up like that. But then again, I’m weird.

And they are on the run from the Blarestri. Pritkin tries the illusion trick but it doesn't work this time. Green fey help them, mostly to piss off the Blue as far as I can tell. And to give Nimue a chance to deal with Pritkin herself. Then the Green Fey get in the way of the Blue, Blue king won't kill them and piss green off. Fey are weird. I totally missed this before.

And then we see Pritkin control air. That's 3 elements now, water, fire, and air. All that's missing is earth.

It's the tent!!! Laundry tent but eventually sex tent :D The laundry couple protect Cassie and Pritkin. I guess they see them as the agents for change? Not 100% sure but I'm glad they helped

He's known around the castle, probably as a trouble maker. Part of me wishes we could have seen more of him as a youth but I am glad we get present day Pritkin back again next book. I’ve missed him so much. The old one is so interesting though. Such a rich life.

They evade fey. Cassie wants to go to Castle for staff, Pritkin demands to know why. Baby!Pritkin is just a stubborn as modern day one. I can’t imagine how hard it would be to write a character that’s the same base characteristics but subtly different like KC has with done baby!Pritkin and regular!Pritkin. The base qualities of his character are there in both incarnations: loyalty, honesty, bravery to the point of near suicide, stubborn, brilliant, cocky, hot headed, strategic (more or less), caring, strong. But you can see how his time in hell and what happened after changed him. Made him harder, gave him more control, made him plan more, made him less free with his emotions and more guarded in general. He’s less quick to trust people. He doesn’t let anyone in. It took him months to let Cassie in, even then it was only under duress or when he deemed she was owed an explanation that he did let her in, and she’s the person he’s closest to present day. His younger self knows her for 3 days and tells her all his person stuff. He’s the same yet different.

Chapter 49

Pritkin gets them into the castle dressed as actors. Cassie is dressed in a brief outfit and she’s isn’t too happy about it. I mean at least you're dressed at all this time Cassie!

I love this chapter. I think it’s my favorite. Even more than tent sex. Because they both reveal so much to each other here and actually get to TALK. There’s been so little time to talk this book that this brief interlude is all the more precious. Plus, he kinda shit talks Mircea a bit (one of my favorite pastimes). AND Pritkin respects her no when she says no to sex.

Aww he's flirting. He grabs her hips, invitingly, she says no, he accepts it but asks why. They talk, about why Pritkin wanted Cassie's name before sexy times before. God, the parent issues and abandonment issues they both have just kill me. Especially his here, Cassie's parents died, purposefully, but they really had little choice. Pritkin's parents did have a choice and this is what they did to him. Selfish dicks. Yeah, I understand Rosier’s reasoning for leaving Pritkin on Earth instead of bringing him to Hell straight away, but still. Surely there was a better way than this? Look what it’s done to him? No wonder Pritkin snubbed Hell and Faerie and choose Earth and humans in the end. I would have too.

Pritkin wants any child of his to at least know it's parents’ true names, poor guy. Then he turns it around on her and ask why she doesn't want to get busy when she very much did before. She tries to explain Mircea and her relationship but can't really. I love that he presses her about loving him and calls her out for hesitating! He tries to understand their relationship and fails. He points out to Cassie that relationships shouldn't be this much work. So complicated. She says they are serious and should be treated as such. They are both right to a degree, IMO. Relationships are work, not everything will be perfect all of the time. They will require compromise and consideration for your partner. But they also shouldn’t be THIS much work. Or this one sided. There should be some fun and enjoyment (outside the bedroom) to balance the work. I don’t see that in Cassie’s relationship with Mircea. She’s holding onto a dysfunctional relationship for nostalgia or for some other, wrong, reason. I think she’s finally beginning to see that.

Then Pritkin says this and I melted: “Not at all. When I’m hungry, I eat. When I’m tired, I sleep. When I see a pretty girl, looking at me with eyes as dark as the ocean, with hunger in them, so much hunger . . . I oblige.” No Cassie you don't want him or love him at all.

She calls him young.

"Yes. So are you.”

Yeah, right. “I don’t feel like it much lately.”

“Then feel like it now.” He saw my expression, and laughed. “Not like that. Well, unless you change your mind. But there’s other ways to have fun, you know.”

The respect here! Mircea would have her naked and over a barrel by now, protests be damned.

“If he gets you, I get this much,” and he teaches her to have fun, lol. What a change. Pritkin having fun. Smiling and laughing. This is my favorite chapter, better than the sexy ones. They needed this chat and reflection. This is why their ship wins.

#cassie palmer #karen chance #rts #ride the storm #pritkin #casskin

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mfmagazine · 6 years ago

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Evil Pawn

Article by Lauren Weigle

Evil Pawn Jewelry is awesome. Whether you want to rock out or keep it casual, their edgy pieces always make for a good time. Each piece is inspired by emotion, which has prompted the designer to create certain items that are one-of-a-kind. So, if you fall in love with an Evil Pawn ring, bracelet, or necklace, be sure to pick it up quickly as it may be the only one of its kind. This also makes each customer feel special… that they have something that is all their own, something no one else has. Let’s take a look at what’s really behind Evil Pawn and hear more about some of their kick-ass jewelry.

I love your signature Cameo Skull. How did you come up with it as a representative of your line?

It was originally a feeling of frustration. Women are expected to be pretty on the outside and dead on the inside. The blonder and tanner I was, the nicer people were and the more people listened. Well as long as you didn’t say anything they found hard to hear. Teen angst wrapped into an oval. I wanted to be myself and no ‘acceptable’. I wanted to join hands with other women and not ‘compete’. I wanted to be beautiful because I am smart and talented not because I mimicked a Maxim model. It represents, to me, what pop culture feeds to young women, and really just all people even men. It is a reminder that I do not have to bow to this viral image. I own it.

So, I'm loving the Sugar Skull Flower Ring. When will it be back in stock?

Those come into stock every October in a limited number. It is a celebration of the Day of the Dead. I find so much inspiration from those who have past and I believe that ends are only beginnings so I like the holiday very much and wanted to celebrate it in my own way.

I love the "I Don't Gossip" cuff, but if I wore it, I'd feel like a liar. Can we gossiping ladies pull it off?

It is to remind you to bring something to say and nothing to tell. We can be so much more than idle words or conversation fillers. We can do amazing things if we clear our minds of all the blockage. I love when women buy these for their daughters. I think it can empower a friend group and remind people to become what they were meant to be and not walk in place. Idle talking gets you nowhere. We are all guilty of it; now let’s take responsibility for it. Self empowerment will ensure your success and all those around you that you inspire.

Some of your items are one-of-a-kind. What goes into making these pieces so that they are so unique?

All the pieces are inspired by emotions. Making light of darkness by purging it in a creative form and not a destructive one. A one-of-a-kind piece can speak to someone that is looking for away to armor themselves uniquely. A charm that is sought and not soaked. When something is made by the hundreds of thousands, it almost feels fake. I want people to feel the power behind each piece and use this power to make their weaknesses into strengths and the pain into lessons learned to make them stronger. Your decoration is an extension of your true self. There are not hundreds of thousands of one person. Every human is so unique and special.

So much of your jewelry runs with a dark, gothic-like theme to them. How did you decide that this was the kind of aesthetic you wanted to adopt for your designs?

It was never a decision. It just is. What people learn is that it isn’t dark at all. They learn the meaning behind the name and find out it isn’t ‘Evil’ and it really isn’t gothic. I turn all my bad experiences into power. I turn all my emotions into tangible pieces that represent life lessons. Some people emotion eat, others drink, and some create. I turn life experiences into wearable amulets. To protect, to adopt different habits, to attract good things, whatever it maybe, all the jewelry comes from an experience that was supposed to be a bad one and I turned it into a good one. That is what I feel we should all do. Nothing bad happens to us to be bad, it happens to help us become who we are supposed to be in life. It teaches us and guides us down the next path.

There are also pieces that are more glam as opposed to edgy, like the Beverly Necklace. I absolutely love it. Please tell me it's not a one-of-a-kind.

No it isn’t one-of-a-kind. This piece was named after my Grandma and represents her. I have another piece called the Pond Ring that is for my other Grandma. Women from that age were always glamorous whether they tried or not. All the pieces come from something inside me and represent a person or situation. There is a story behind every single piece.

Tell me about the Tooth Fairy necklace.

Have you ever had a dream about losing teeth? There was a time in my life where I constantly dreamed of this. It was crazy because each night I dreamed I was pulling bad teeth and extracting long rooted worms from my gums. Then once I got all the bad out and new healthy tooth came to me under my pillow and I would place it in the spot where there was a hole. In everyone’s life, we have moments where there are many people that can’t live positively or want you to fail. Sometimes they are cannot be saved or are not meant to be saved by you. It is better for your health mentally and physically to de-weed or in this case pull the tooth. That necklace reminds me that I cannot break myself trying to make others believe in themselves and I cannot help that they take any success I have in my life to a dark place. I will miss the tooth and hope it finds its way with love good energy.

So, what are the Egyptian hair cuffs that you have? How do they work?

I love hair pieces and large head pieces! Anything hair related! I have noticed a lot of peeps with dreads enjoy them the most; you can wear them any way you wish. On braids, twists, you name it. It’s all about your style!

The Lydia Hat is insane. Where do I begin with it?

From the beginning? Really, I have a strong Native American background that is heavily felt in my line. Adorning Skulls and animals after death is huge to me. I once saw a deer on the road that spoke to me...I know crazy but really...it makes me sad when such beautiful creatures are left on the side of the road. Or even skulls found in the woods. I want to make them as beautiful in the afterlife as they were in their life. Humans have taken over, we are the over population, we are the ones that have abused our lands and natural resources. I celebrate animals after their death with gems, metals, and even fabrics because they are forces of nature and apart of us if you believe it or not. I am not desensitized to their existence, they are real to me.

Okay. Now let's talk about the "Girl Revolution". Give me details.

I have vision board parties and promote girl unity. I encourage so many to do the same. I think it empowers the bonds of your friend group to listen to each other’s dreams, goals, and wishes. If all of you together put it out into the universe, it is sure to become a reality. As you rise, help your friends rise, do not wish ill will on anyone, not even someone that has wronged you greatly. Hope that everyone has success and hope that everyone has the best of everything. The revolution of girl is putting the plague of catty, back stabbing, and jealousy in the ground and only using first emotions of love, happiness, and pain. Fear, anger, and jealousy cannot live in our minds anymore if we are ever to become the people we are meant to be.

So, you also have vintage pieces. I love anything vintage... well, almost anything. What draws you to vintage accessories?

I am an old soul. I dream of jewelry and I dream of old designs and patterns. They just come to me and old jewelry has pieces of the past owner with it. Old pieces are charged with love from the soul of someone else. This is why we leave things behind and do not take them with us. These pieces find new souls that need them. It’s almost like a touch from beyond. Maybe a woman that owned something she held when she was scared or worried will find a new soul to comfort in a similar way. I have a bracelet that belonged to a childhood friend that passed. When I rub the top I feel her warmth. This is more important than money. This is real. With my line I am trying to bring on a new age of items that were so loved and will be passed down as a keepsake or an amulet. These are the only precious things left in a world filled with greed, hate, and over consumption. Real things not impulse goods we use to cure an empty or a thoughtless filler delivered in a plastic bag right off the conveyor belt. People are more than consumers and we need to be thought of as humans and not brainwash able machines that work for money to buy more crap. We need to get in touch with our feel and throw corporate back the fake they try to sell us.

I hear that when it comes to you as a designer, it's "all about the metal". Tell me more about that.

I have a love for metal. Most any kind of metal… metal as in the material and metal as in the music. When I came up with the slogan ‘Adorn Yourself In Metal’ it truly was about both! I love lyrics that make me think and I am heavily inspired by music. I don’t think humans could exist without music. Whatever kind of music you are into, it doesn’t matter because there are no rights and wrongs really, it’s all about the push that makes you.

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anamelesstraveler · 8 years ago

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A McHaleinski fanfic, rated T.

Chapter 5/8 | 5,492 words

Peter’s death was supposed to be the end of it. They were supposed to go their separate ways, supposed to ignore Derek’s new Pack as best they could. But with a reptilian nightmare and an army of hunters arriving at their doorsteps, that becomes difficult. And if they’re going to live through this, they need to find common ground. Even in the most unexpected of places.

An s2 McHaleinski AU.

This story includes an alternate s2 AU, Everyone Lives AU, developing relationship (McHaleinski), and character growth.

ALRIGHT so we've finally come up to the end of season 2. Which is... we all know that's a contentious point in the series for a lot of people. I dealt with the various character motivations and actions in what I think is a pretty fair way, but we'll see if it comes across that way.

Side B: While the young, they wait alone

Chapter 5

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Before: Side A, Ch6

Jackson Whittemore is dead. A child is dead, murdered right in front of John and everyone on that field, and no one saw a thing.

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Everything about the rest of the evening is a blur. Until it all comes to a crashing halt, with Gerard on his deathbed, the kanima impaled on his claws, Jackson Whittemore’s miraculous revival and Scott…

Scott. Fuck.

Just thinking his name has Derek feeling ill all over again. Makes him think of Gerard’s foul blood filling his mouth. Of Gerard’s smug grin. Of Scott gazing down at him, face startlingly impassive, foreign from everything Derek thought he knew about the boy, and his hands holding Derek still - trapped, immobile--

‘No.’ He shoves the thoughts violently away. If he stops to process it, he’s going to go low and useless. And he can’t-- Gerard may have disappeared, but he’s still alive. Chris Argent and his daughter are still present, and could turn on them at any moment.

Scott is glowering at him, and now Derek doesn’t have the strength to trust that the boy won’t lash out.

“How could you do that?” Scott hisses at him. It sounds like a gunshot in the stillness of the warehouse now. “We were supposed to save Jackson, not kill him!”

“He’s fine,” Derek grunts. Relatively, anyway. Stiles has - with a token reluctance - dragged an emergency blanket from the back of the Jeep and offered it to the naked, trembling teenager. He’s still huddled against Lydia Martin’s side, refusing to look at any of them. But he’s certainly alive, which is more than Derek ever expected.

“You stabbed him, Derek!”

“I was trying to save us all,” he snaps. “Not just a few of us.”

“No, you were trying to save yourself.”

Derek thinks of Isaac, stabbed and tossed around the building as if he were nothing. About Boyd and Erica tortured in an Argent basement. About Stiles beaten and dropped on the street as a warning, about him driving his Jeep through a wall despite his injuries. And Derek’s fury wells up inside him, a spitting, feral thing that claws up his throat. “You’ve got no right to say that. You were so concerned with your stupid little plan that you didn’t care who got hurt. Did you even stop to look for Stiles? Or Boyd, or Erica?”

“Hey,” Stiles mutters from where he’s swaying into Boyd’s space. The taller boy is supporting him at the elbow. “Leave me out of this.” But Scott swivels his head around to look at Stiles anyway. Derek watches as the boy’s expression shudders and crumples, seeming to finally realize that the state of his best friend’s face didn’t come from crashing the Jeep. That the scents of blood and pain on him are hours old.

“Stiles…”

Stiles’ eyes go wide. “Come on, man, not with the Face. I’m okay, see? Just…” But he winces as he goes to gesture reassuringly. “Just fine.”

“What happened?” Scott persists.

Derek cuts off Stiles’ inevitable dismissal with a snarl. “Gerard happened. While you were worrying about your precious girlfriend, he was kidnapping your best friend and beating the shit out of him!”

“She’s not… we’re not anymore--”

“All you cared about was her, and she stabbed us all in the back, Scott!” He gestures angrily at the Argent girl, who flinches and squares her jaw. “Or do you even care that she was torturing your friends? Did you only care about keeping your secrets and that Gerard made some bullshit promise in exchange for my life--”

“He was gonna hurt my mom, you hypocritical ass!” The words explode out of Scott with enough force that Derek’s mouth clicks shut. “You think I owe you the truth when all you’ve done is keep secrets too? When you were working with Peter to kill Jackson?”

Peter steps forward, smarmy grin in place already. “Actually, there was a plan there. Several legends reference shifters being ‘cured’ by calling their name - by reminding them of who they are. That’s why Lydia was so important--”

“Peter,” Derek barks, his eyes never straying from the irate teenager in front of him. “Shut up.”

“Don’t talk to me about Stiles getting hurt,” Scott continues with his tirade, “like you care. You sent your Betas after him before, remember? You didn’t care about him getting hurt then.”

Derek cringes. “I didn’t--”

“And after then you tried to kill Lydia - because you suspected she was the kanima. You didn’t even have any real proof, Derek! The only thing you cared about was how quickly you could make this go away. You didn’t care who had to die for it.” Scott throws up his arms, his expression twisted in distress. “I was trying to keep anyone else from dying! I was doing everything I could.”

“You could’ve told me,” Derek growls back. The hint of desperation in his own voice alarms him. The squirming, anxious feeling in his chest that begs to fix this, to hope that Scott doesn’t actually want him dead is something he doesn’t want to examine.

“If I thought you would listen, I would have! But you would have just… just growled at me and then do whatever the hell you wanted - and get some of us killed. You’re not my Alpha, Derek. I don’t owe you my trust when you sure as hell haven’t earned it.”

So that’s it, then.

A hopeless frustration rises like bile up his throat. “Why should I bother earning your trust when all it gets me is being turned into an Argent’s tool?” he finishes. His voice comes out icy, and not at all hurt, which is… better.

And Scott flinches back, as sure as if Derek had struck him. The righteous anger gives way to pain and guilt and for a quick, infuriating moment, Derek’s own guilt rises to meet it. He shoves the feeling down ruthlessly, squaring his jaw.

Stiles chooses that moment to step between them, or attempt something like it. He more sways into their space, cringing and balancing himself with a hand on Scott’s shoulder. “Alright, that’s enough. Both of you need to shut it. This entire thing was a barely mitigated disaster and you both fucked up royally. We managed. The end. Can we go home now, please?”

Scott turns to the boy with wounded eyes. “Stiles, you’re--” he stops, and Derek can actually see the words “you’re taking his side?” starting to form. Whether or not he stops because he sees Derek’s glare, or something else, is yet to be seen. Scott’s brow puckers in hurt and betrayal - something that satisfies the most vindictive parts of Derek’s mind. “Are you mad at me?” he asks Stiles, his voice small.

“No,” Stiles answers emphatically. “You did your best, dude. And we all survived. But you didn’t let me in on this either.” He reaches out for Scott’s shoulder. “He was threatening your mom, man. I would’ve helped. Somehow. I know I’m just the token human, but I’m not useless.”

“You’re not just the token human,” Scott protests.

“Sure thing, buddy,” Stiles agrees, his tone clearly distant and disbelieving. But before the other boy can work up an argument, his eyes zero in on Derek. “Are we done here? I want to go home.”

And Derek, really, can’t think of any reason to deny him. Not after everything.

Stiles takes his silence as assent, and tugs on Scott’s arm. “Cool. You’re comin’ back with me, right?”

Scott nods, seemingly unable to deny him either.

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His dad is waiting on the porch for them when the Jeep pulls into the driveway. Luckily, the Roscoe is a sturdy old girl and the darkness hides the new scratches on the front end. On top of everything, Stiles really hates the thought of trying to come up with an explanation for them that doesn’t include driving through a flimsy steel wall and an actual goddamned lizard monster.

Every muscle in his body wrenches as Stiles slides from the driver’s seat. His head swims, but he manages to stay upright this time, aware of his dad watching him like a hawk from the house. He waves sheepishly as he rounds the car towards Scott, who’s trying and failing to look casual about the whole thing.

He keeps hold of Scott’s arm the whole way up to the porch. It’s all he can do not to topple over. Everything hurts. “Heeeey, Daddio,” he greets.

John isn’t impressed.

“So, sorry for running off. Emergency, you know. Scott was stranded.” Stiles leans forward, the illusion of a conspiratorial whisper ruined by his inability to keep his own balance. “He and Allison split.”

It’s mostly true, anyway. Scott had been left without a ride home and Stiles can safely say his and Allison’s relationship is over after this. And Scott is looking suitably guilty and dejected to go with it.

His dad doesn’t even blink. “And Miss Reyes and Mister Boyd?” he asks.

“Oh, they decided they’d go home tonight after all. Called Derek over to take them.”

“Mmhm.”

Stiles nods in unison with him. “Right. So we’re just gonna… go to bed. It’s alright if Scott stays over?”

“Sure, son.”

Stiles fights to keep his smile in place. Because even though his father is agreeing, he’s humoring Stiles. His tone is full of that careful patience that he only uses when there’s a Discussion coming as soon as it’s just the two of them again. He nudges Scott’s arm to get him moving. “Night, Dad!” he calls, a little too brightly.

“We’re taking you to the hospital to get you looked over in the morning!” John shouts after them. “And we’re getting your statement too.”

“Sure thing, Dad!” Stiles already has a passable story lined up to take care of that. He knows how this works. It was dark, he’ll say. They weren’t wearing school jerseys but they talked about the game, he’ll say. He didn’t recognize them from Beacon Hills, but they could’ve been at the game. He’ll tell them they had average builds and wore hoodies. He couldn’t see their faces. It was over too quick. And that’ll be the end of it.

Except for the fact that his dad isn’t going to be letting Stiles out of his sight any time soon. But he’ll deal with that when they come to it.

“Are you okay?” Scott whispers after they’ve slowly hobbled their way up the stairs.

“M’fine,” Stiles grunts.

“No, you’re not.”

No, he’s not. Every step makes his ribs pull, and he’s seriously regretting his knee-jerk decision to drive his poor Jeep through a wall. The jarring definitely didn’t help the injuries he’s already working with.

“I’ll live,” he sighs.

But Scott’s got that hangdog look on his face, eyes sad and pleading. “Let me see?”

Stiles considers deflecting again. But the fact of the matter is that he’s exhausted and his whole body aches, and fighting with his best friend over stupid shit just really isn’t on his list of things to do right now. “Yeah, okay. Gonna need you to help me change, anyway.”

This doesn’t seem to reassure Scott in the least, because his eyes go, if possible, even rounder and sadder. “Is it that bad?”

Stiles hunches his shoulders without answer. He can’t quite make it to a shrug, because his back seizes and makes his breath catch in his aching chest. Instead he beckons Scott over as he starts to work his flannel off and the shirt up over his torso. Scott has to lift it over his head, his fingers warm where they brush against his chilly skin. He suppresses a shiver, if only because it would hurt like a bitch. Stupid, warm-running werewolves.

He steels himself for Scott’s horrified gasp, pointedly not meeting his eyes. “It looks worse than it is,” he tries.

Scott doesn’t say anything. Stiles busies himself with balling up his shirts and tossing them away, trying very hard not to be aware of how his best friend hovers in horrified silence beside him.

The hesitant caress of fingers across his side makes him jump, and nearly collapse as his body violently protests. “Sorry!” Scott chokes, sliding in closer to support Stiles’ weight. His hold is firmer, but still gentle. Like Stiles is going to break if he doesn’t have a good enough grip. Which is… embarrassing. Yeah, he’ll go with that. The flush rises high on his cheeks.

“Dude--” His dismissal cuts off, because the pain abruptly fades away. There’s a rush of warmth and relief, sending gooseflesh up and down arms. His mind blurs as it tries to comprehend what’s happening to his body, a dizzy but not unpleasant feeling.

The veins on Scott’s arms have gone black.

“Stop that.” Stiles swats weakly at Scott’s hands. His fingers are sluggish, like they’ve been filled with syrup instead of blood.

“He hurt you,” Scott says thickly. And Stiles can’t tell if that’s a statement or a question. He watches the emotions play across his friend’s face, too many and too intense for him to catalogue them all. “He hurt you because of me.”

“What? Hey, no…”

Scott’s eyes swing sharply up to meet his and they’re suspiciously bright. “You’re lying.”

Stiles huffs, dismayed. “You didn’t even let me say anything!”

“Your heartbeat was already off.”

“At least let me come up with one first!”

“He did, then,” Scott persists. “He hurt you because it’d get to me.”

“Well… well, yeah,” Stiles rambles helplessly. “But, y’know, he’s a raging asshole. Even by Argent standards. He gets his rocks off by performing nasty hemicorporectomy procedures - and not having the decency to call it straight up murdering people - and brainwashing his granddaughter and torturing teenagers, so he can’t be expected--” Scott’s expression crumples abruptly, and Stiles’ heart does a terrifying flip. “Oh no. No, come on, Scotty, please.”

“It’s my fault,” he declares miserably. His breath hitches around the words, the telltale beginnings of a sob, and it makes Stiles’ chest wrench painfully, even worse than his bruised ribs. There’s tears gathering at Scott’s lashes, and it’d be almost pretty if it weren’t so awful.

“H-Hey, no way. It’s not like that,” Stiles tries desperately to soothe. It doesn’t seem to help, because the first fat tear escapes, followed by another and another. Stiles’ eyes trace their path, his lungs squeezing tight. “Scott.” He does the only thing he can, and pulls Scott into him. The boy goes willingly, easily, all but molding himself into Stiles’ side.

There’s a moment of horrible silence where Scott holds his breath, trying to suppress the sobs that are already fighting to break free. The drip of hot tears on his bare shoulder has Stiles shivering; he presses his hands to Scott’s back, so utterly unsure about how to help, how to fix this.

“It’s okay,” he attempts helplessly.

Scott is disturbingly quiet for a long while. “I’m sorry,” he whispers once. And then quieter, almost inaudibly. Stiles can feel it better than he can hear it, as it’s pressed into his shoulder over and over again like he’s trying to imprint the words into Stiles’ skin.

“Hey,” he calls gently. “I’m okay. See?” His voice comes out slightly frantic despite himself. “Hey, look at me.” Stiles nudges him until Scott leans back - which is a good thing, because Stiles doesn’t currently have the balance or strength to support both of them. The vulnerable, anguished sheen in his best friend’s eyes is enough to scatter his thoughts. He’s so close, so hurt and so fucking miserable and guilty and all Stiles wants to do is…

No. Not a good idea.

“I’m alright,” is all he manages to come up with. He plasters on a self-deprecating grin and aims for humor when all else fails. “We’ll just call it payback for me dragging you into the Preserve and getting you Bit, right? I get you viciously attacked by a crazy - now zombie - werewolf, the hunter who comes after you for it attacks me. Now we’re even.”

It seems to be the exact wrong thing to say. At the very least, it does the job of getting Scott’s tears to dry up and for him to give Stiles a wet glare instead. “It’s not… It’s not about payback.”

“Sure it is. You don’t have to worry about me getting hurt because I’m the one that started this. It’s my fault you got Bit, Scott. You would’ve been… I dunno, still fighting to make the first line and trying to impress Allison if it wasn’t for me.” Their lives are so fucked up now that the both of them being social nobodies are considered happier times. Three months ago that would have been unthinkable, laughable even.

“It doesn’t work like that!” Scott reprimands, his voice still thick with tears.

Of course it does, Stiles wants to explain. People, if not the universe in general, have always worked like that. Cause and effect work like that. People’s mistakes sometimes cause pain and misfortune. Or sometimes people just hold grudges.

Sometimes the universe punishes you for not being a good enough son, spacey and hyperactive and not observant enough to the things that really matter. Sometimes your mom dies when you wander off for that one moment where the hospital has become too painful and too boring. Sometimes your dad can’t take how bad of a kid you are, and sometimes you’re sure he’s adopted your best friend as the better son.

But none of this… none of this is anything Stiles can form into words. Or wants to.

And Scott, damn him, reads his sullen silence like an old pro. “Do you really think you’re the weak link with us?”

He shrugs uselessly. “Well, y’know. Human. Not even a useful human. At least Allison is trained to fight. Even… even if she wasn’t really on our side at the end this time.”

“You’re not useless,” Scott insists. His brow furrows stubbornly when Stiles’ frown only deepens. “I would’ve died so many times if it wasn’t for you. I never would’ve made it to getting Bitten if I didn’t have you.” He says it so earnestly, without even the barest trace doubt in his voice. And Stiles can’t help the little tendril of warmth that curls around his heart.

“Aw, geez,” he huffs.

“It’s true.”

“Just… let’s just shut up and go to bed okay? It’s getting hard to keep standing.” He’s not above using his (minor! Totally minor!) injuries to get his best friend to stop that line of thought.

Predictably, the blossoming affection on Scott’s face slips away into worry. Just like that his hands are on Stiles’ arms again. “Right! God, I’m sorry, Stiles. Here.”

Stiles rolls his eyes as he’s led to bed. But his protests are just met with tutting and gentle hands supporting him as he kicks out of his pants and climbs into his bed at a glacial pace. Scott even tugs his socks off to keep him from twisting painfully and pulls the covers up over him.

“You’re the best, dude,” Stiles sighs happily, patting the space beside him.

Scott snorts quietly - like he doesn’t believe it. What a hypocrite, giving Stiles The Eyes when he can’t even take a compliment himself. He does his best not to watch as Scott tugs his shirt over his head; to not let his eyes trace the rippling lines of muscle that hadn’t been there just last year. He picks at the blanket, resolutely Not Looking. (If he doesn’t look, he doesn’t have to confront the increasingly apparent notion that he is really, really Not Straight.) The last thing Stiles needs on top of everything else is to make this awkward.

It still doesn’t stop him from sliding into Scott’s space once the other boy climbs into bed with him. Because now this is familiar. Lying curled up facing Scott, close enough to whisper and smother laughter into the pillows long into the night is something he’s done since pre-school. Scott’s never voiced any worries about it being “weird” yet, and Stiles isn’t about to ask.

The bone-deep exhaustion takes hold once they’ve settled. The adrenaline has long since drained from Stiles, and even the anxiety isn’t going to keep him awake for long. He wonders, briefly, if Scott is even capable of being exhausted now. Does his new healing keep him alert and painless? Or does he still feel the aches and pulls even after his wounds heal? Does he have the ghosts of catastrophic injuries even after the skin and muscle and bone has knitted back together?

The syrupy, weightless feeling is back. Stiles blinks open his eyes, and finds Scott watching him, his hand resting gently on Stiles’ outstretched arm. “Quit,” he admonishes.

“You’re in pain, though.”

“And now you are, and that doesn’t make me feel better. Okay?” He shifts his arm, grasping Scott’s hand. But he thinks better of pushing it away when the black streaking veins fade back into his friend’s smooth skin. “I’ll let you take a little in the morning. If I’m having trouble.”

“Okay.”

The silence is kinder this time as it settles around them.

“Hey, Stiles?”

“Yeah?”

Scott sniffles. “I’m sorry I never told you about the plan.”

He sighs. “I forgive you, dude.” He does, even if it still hurts. “I would’ve helped, y’know?”

“I know. I just didn’t want you to get hurt. But you did anyway.”

“Yeah, I did. But I got hurt because Gerard was a gigantic fuckwad and not because of anything you did.”

Scott clearly ignores his attempt at placing the blame (where the blame belongs), because his frown becomes determined. “It’s not going to be like this next time.”

Stiles lifts his head off the pillow slightly. “Hm?”

He’s still holding Scott’s hand, and Scott doesn’t seem to want to let go. “I haven’t been… the best person, since all of this. I haven’t been the best student, or the best son, and not the best friend either.”

“Hey, no--”

“I want to be better,” Scott steamrolls on, as if Stiles hasn’t even opened his mouth. “I know I can be better. I can work harder, and learn more. I’ve got all this new power but… but the only thing I’ve been using it for is playing lacrosse and trying not to die.”

“We’ve all been trying not to die, man,” Stiles urges.

“I know. But I… I want to be better. If this is supposed to be a gift, then I need to start making it one.” Scott’s eyes are far off, even as he absently plays with the pads of Stiles’ fingers. Stiles has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep still, to keep from drawing attention to it. “I’m sick of feeling like this is a curse. And it’s not gonna change unless I change it.”

“You don’t need to be ‘better,’” Stiles defends. “You’re already better than anyone I know.”

But Scott isn’t convinced. Stiles isn’t even sure Scott has heard him. His eyes are far away, and Stiles can’t suppress the swell of petty distaste - not directed at Scott, exactly. ‘I’m right here,’ he thinks. ‘Look at me. Listen.’

Scott hasn’t been “here” for months, even though he’s never left Stiles’ side. And Stiles…

Fuck, he’d give anything to have that boy back, the one who wasn’t burdened by murder and invasion and the lives of everyone he knows.

Because Stiles could help that boy - the boy with the normal teenage problems like lack of popularity and finding a girlfriend. This… Stiles can only hang on and hope Scott doesn’t realize he has no idea what he’s doing.

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The breathing of the boys inside slows and deepens, but it doesn’t make Derek feel any better. He sits on the Stilinski rooftop, tucking his leather jacket around him to fight off the early spring chill, and shrinks away from view. The last thing he needs tonight is for the Sheriff to find out he’s up here - another disappointment to the man in a long string of them.

After everything, and maybe even despite everything, Derek had to know that Scott and Stiles made it home unharmed. (Or not any more harmed, in Stiles’ case.) He’d directed Boyd, Erica, and Isaac to the B&B for the night, and had backtracked all the way to the Stilinski house instead of joining them. He’d just wanted to check on them. But what he’d found hadn’t made the sick feeling deep in his belly go away at all.

“I want to be better,” Scott had said.

“I know I can be better,” he’d said.

“I’ve got all this power, but all I use it for is trying not to die,” he’d said.

“The only thing you cared about was how quickly you could make this go away,” he’d said, back in the warehouse, his eyes flickering a defiant Beta gold. “You didn’t care who had to die for it.”

“You’re the one who doesn’t belong, Derek. You’re the only piece that doesn’t fit,” Gerard had sneered as Scott held his head back, forcing him to bare his throat, eventually - Derek had been so sure at the time - for a blade.

He feels sick all over again, and leaps down off the roof. He sets off at a run, desperate to feel the burn in his lungs and the pull in his muscles, anything to drown out his circling thoughts. Derek is halfway to Celina and Eliza’s before the coherent thought surfaces:

He’s nothing like his mother. Or Laura.

He has none of the traits he so admired in them as Alphas. His mother had been a shining beacon for so many people, both magical and mundane alike. Both the people of the town and Packs across the country looked to her for guidance. She’d embodied everything Derek thought an alpha should be: kind and steadfast; firm when it was needed; open and loving to her Pack. Brave and strong as the hardest steel towards threats, but never seeking violence. And Laura, who’d become his Alpha in the aftermath of fire and death that had ripped their world apart, had done everything she could to be the Alpha they both needed. She may not have been their mother, but Laura had all the traits and abilities that a good Alpha was supposed to embody.

And Derek… Derek has none of that. The only thing he’s done is swing wildly between one life-or-death situation and the next, scrambling just to keep his head above water let alone keeping his own Betas alive.

They deserve more than that. They deserve more than a fuckup of an Alpha. The memories of his mother and sister, and his whole Pack, deserve more than that.

They deserve better than what Derek has given them up until now.

How he could possibly begin to fix that, though, is another question entirely. And not one he has the energy to dwell on tonight.

He absently pats the garden gate as he nears the Marcella’s Bed & Breakfast, not in the least bit surprised when it seems to swing open of its own accord. The moment Derek steps foot inside the property line, a wave of soothing warmth rushes over him, like easing into a soft bed or a hot bath at the end of the day. “Hi,” he sighs under his breath.

The lilac bushes near the veranda rustle in answer. They’re going to bloom soon, the flower clusters fat and already fragrant to Derek’s nose. The air smells of spring, of earth and growth and comfort, perhaps even more so inside the property line due to the house’s strange magic.

The door eases open as he’s climbing the front stairs, but not because of any supernatural force this time. Eliza’s soft eyes sparkle at him from just beyond the doorway, Celina standing mere steps behind. He takes one look at their solemn faces and flinches despite himself. “I’m sorry for not calling ahead about Isaac, Boyd, and Erica,” he says guiltily.

Celina waves his apology away. “Your Betas are asleep upstairs. We put them in the family suite near your room.”

“They fought sleeping while you were still out,” Eliza adds gently, “but the house took care of that.”

“It can do that?” Derek asks, giving the seemingly benign house a dubious look.

“Not in so many words.” Eliza pats the door frame, beckoning Derek inside. “It only does a remarkable job at making people feel safe within its walls.” That, at least, is a feeling Derek recognizes. Almost immediately so as the door closes behind him. The old Victorian house is soothing in a way no house has been since his family’s home had been destroyed.

“Here, let us have a look at you,” Celina urges brusquely. She steps into Derek’s space without a thought, hands cupping his face so she can get a good look into his eyes. The unwavering touch shocks him, his whole body jerking, but not necessarily away from her. Her hands are warm and soft.

The last person that had touched him with such gentleness had been Laura. The realization makes his throat grow tight. Everything since then had been violent or nauseatingly sexual. Not even Scott or Stiles have ever touched him outside of force or desperation - dragging his injured or barely conscious body around not because they’d like to, but because they had to. Or like what happened tonight--

Derek shuts his eyes against the thought.

“Can you feel him?” Celina asks gravely. “Argent?”

He sighs. “Not yet.” He doesn’t ask how she knows about what happened tonight. He’s not sure he wants to know the answer.

“Well, if we are lucky that means it didn’t take. Even if Scott’s little trick doesn’t kill him.”

‘How much do you know? Were you in on it too?’ The questions are on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t voice them. Derek can’t take another blow like that tonight. “Scott wouldn’t do that,” he answers instead.

“No, he wouldn’t,” Eliza agrees.

“But he’s not going to have to,” Celina adds pointedly. She smoothes down Derek’s lapels, a gesture so motherly that his heart aches.

Derek blinks at them. “What do you mean?” Celina doesn’t answer, but her smile is sharp as she steps back.

Eliza takes his arm, guiding him towards the stairs. “We’ve offered our aid to Doctor Deaton, in ensuring that Gerard Argent is no longer a threat,” she says sweetly.

“You--” Derek lets out an incredulous breath. “You’re going to hunt him down. With Deaton.”

“Oh yes. Alan’s given the typical speech about the balance being threatened, but I feel he’s doing it for the same reason as Celina and I.”

“And that would be?” Irritation and exhaustion gives his voice an edge. He doesn’t mean to be rude, not to them, but he’s just had enough tonight.

“On top of being a reprehensible abomination of a man,” Eliza explains patiently, “he’s gone and threatened those we love.” She squeezes his arm, her smile sweet and knowing, and somehow just a touch wicked. “And we can’t have that.”

It’s not fear, but guilt that immediately swamps Derek. Of course, they would know about what happened to Stiles. Of course, they’d know that the Sheriff had been attacked at the station. Of course, they’d know that Gerard had threatened Scott.

Surely, they’d also know that was just as much Derek’s fault as Gerard’s.

The apology stalls at his lips, just long enough for Celina to scoff. “She means you too, silly boy.”

Derek stares at her, and then at Eliza, who nods reassuringly at him. His lips part, but no words will come out. He can’t even begin to quantify the curious mix of emotions rising in his chest, making this throat grow tight. For a moment, his eyes burn, but he blinks it away and swallows down the swell of emotion. “I… Really?”

There’s a sad understanding to Celina’s smile. For what, Derek can’t fathom. He can’t even understand what’s transpiring in himself, let alone between them. “Of course, dear,” she soothes.

He sucks in a shaking breath. “Thank you.”

They accept his gratitude with soft smiles, and usher him up to bed.

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Next: Side A, Ch7

A week goes by. The town goes quiet. Jackson Whittemore is not, in fact, declared dead. His father sues the hospital for malpractice. The EMTs who declared him dead in the first place are nowhere to be found. Stiles is taken to the hospital and his injuries checked over - bruised ribs are the worst of them, the rest are deep bruises that they’re instructed to watch carefully. Stiles gives his infuriatingly generic statement.

Another week passes. The string of murders goes quiet. The mystery of who attacked his son is a cold case even before it starts.

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END CHAPTER 5.

#McHaleinski #ScottDerekStiles #Teen Wolf #fanfic #series: My Head is an Animal #fic: Side B #Let me weave you a Dream

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